A View From Above .........

   God! I like being here with you .....in this motel room!
   No reservations or games.  Nothing I, you, would even think of holding back
from you if, for whatever piqued little reason my mind manufactured some
delicious new thought.  ... 
   I sigh again as I write this, thinking that even something so rarely ever
spoke in normal discourse as 'asshole' was so so easily referred to in
conversation.
   Hah!  Your little mark between the cleavage of your buns IS, you know, quite
unusual. It's so damn pretty which, in turn, is a term I've never thought of
about that always present blemish in a human behinds.  It's that its color
doesn't change from skin light to a darker one I think. 
   I remember my first approach.  The way your hips and legs responded as my
middle finger slid in the silky creams of your pussy's lowermost reach ...
edging mere fractions of tentative, yet always increasing inches towards that
'other' place.  ... The ridge between: what an interesting change in feel and
firmness .. such a short distance to travel. 
   Smiling now, I can only say that my perception was - at the time -  that my
touch was sweetly sensitive and, in whatever way it did , my orbits added to
your pleasure.

   However, it's not my intent to dwell on that; it's a different dream of mind
that's brought me here to my place of phrase and lazy dreams.  It's a vision of
looking down as you lay on your back on a stolen bed.  Straddling a leg, its
front lower portion drifts back and forth over my hanging balls and sleepy
cock.
   What I SEE and what I feel is a completely welcoming and, somehow more than
naked 'YOU.'   .... Tussled hair, looking eyes, a breast topped chest rising
and falling and a smile of contentment on your face as you lay there, relaxed
with your head on the pillows.
   One of your arms - your left - is crooked .... your hand behind your head. 
My eyes receive the underform of your arm, your shaven armpit ....  all the
grace and form of human shape.  Tendons and muscle and flesh blend into breasts
like the delta of a tropical river.

   Your other hand lays half across its breast and I see your mounded orb
yielding by pressure of slowly moving fingers. ..... 
   Inside, I reflect how you seem to enjoy me watching you, as you look at my
eyes darting from place to place, holding gaze, moving to some new place of
naked vision.
   But ...  the thing that pleases me most I think, that turns me on if you
will ( Although you clearly should see that I'm not 'turned up!') is the way
you've spread your legs   ..... or maybe it's the way your legs are spread. 
... There is a difference. ... If you'd 'thought' to spread your legs  - the
way they are -  it's like you've said "... look at me Rob, look HERE, look at
me!  See me, make love to me, fuck me."

   On the other hand, the way you are seems so relaxed and natural, so
innocent, ... it's hard to think that you actually thought of spreading the way
you are now,  ..... that it's just the way things have turned out.             
  The effect IS, you know, quite, quite erotic.
   But, anyway, here I am, towering at the bottom of our bed where YOU can see
MY nakedness. ... Where, if you want, you can tease your shin against my crotch
... which, if you think about it, does require my assistance because I really
must make the slightest of moves ... to let you do so.  ...... And there you
are: buck-fucking naked playing with your breast and as complacent as if this
happened every day of our lives.

   Ohhhhh honey: my eyes drift down where your thighs merge to the valley
'tween your legs.  What do I call it?  Pussy?  Cunt? ... They seem inadequate.
   All that really shows is a clefted slit .... like a straight-down slash
through a cascading veil of changing skin which flow down, then under and
vanishes in the Valentines of your ass.
   But it IS there.  There in my gaze.  That part of you which, if you think
about it, brought us together in the first place.  And, while somehow
innocently closed to view at present, has been and soon will be again visited 
... by me, by your lover.  Ohhhhh!  With my solitary middle finger alone ...
or,  or with fingers and thumb .... my mouth and tongue and nose!  Everything
that is my head ... God!   .......... And with my beginning to stir penis
which, looking at myself I note, wish would start taking a firmer interest in
all that I'm seeing.  .... It will ... don't you worry.

   As I write this Gail... and as I close my eyes to sharpen this sooooo
desirable view I've made, a little voice inside says that, were we twenty-five
years younger ... Hell, more, I'd have a cock of granite ... ready to ply and
worm between your legs.
   But, alas, nothing's happening between my legs - or is it? - and I'm just
breathing slowly, leisurely looking at the woman who you are.
   What was it?  Three?  Five?  Ten minutes ago that you came bucking and
writhing as I ground my head in your warm, baby-soft thighs.  What you said in
your final moments of cuming! ... The urgency you'd said it with. ... My
blinded eyes of blurred tummy skin  ... color alone with my tongue and jaw
trying to please you however it could.  .... I just can't get deep enough
inside you that way.
   'Yes,' I say - inside my mind - as I look down at  the slit in your pussy. 
.... 'It's just skin ... body .... words in an anatomy dictionary,'  
   I quietly think. ... Why DOES the spread of your legs please me so much? 
Does your cunt please more than your caressing your breast ... and now, quite
on purpose I think, your perfect, perfect 'if everyone could see' nipple?  
   Is it your wide spread cleavage with it's slight glint of post-fun
perspiration or is it those looking eyes over smiling cheeks -sort of puffed up
like rounded balls?
   I don't know. ........ I think I know.  It's EVERYTHING here in this private
room.  It's being with you as easy as if I were visiting your desk and was
discussing the morning's news.

   "Did you see that  article where pay scales in our region rose by three
percent in nineteen ninety-seven"
   "You have beautiful boobs."
   "How are your party plans coming along?"
   "God! It feels so good in there!"
   "You know if you would spring for some swans and a swan house, you could get
rid of all your goose problems."
   "Let's go back in the Jacuzzi.  There's something I'd like to show you with
the jets."
   "..... and then we turned down the wrong road, even though I said to go
straight."
   "I love sucking your cock ........"

   "Gail?"
   "Yes?......"
   "Show me your pussy ........."

   You see?  It's sooooooo easy to think of you these ways.
   Oh God, that picture I sent you!  To be fucking you so long and deep.
Feeling your entire cunt nibbling on every pore of my cock while knowing your
feel each six and one half inch slide when I go from  your vagina's beginning
all the way up inside in a clamping sheath of lubricious pleasures.

   Watching you begin so easily what I've asked .... truly showing me your
pussy, my right hand falls to my crotch and I begin to emulate on me that which
you do on you.
   Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!  What luscious pinkness is inside there.  How could what you
see with your eyes as you lay so casually spreading your shaved cunt apart with
those red tipped nails, .. how could what I show for you ... kneading and
stroking in my fingers ... how could that be half as appealing to you? ... But
... 'It must,' I think, 'It must!'
   My cock stirs as, between now further spread legs, you orbit two dangerous
looking fingers in the pliant, ever -moving lips of pussy.  ... Like little
flowing waves
   God!  You are something! ....... Let me please you Gail, let me pleasure you
....... let me make you cum again however I can.
   Oh yeah!!!  Finger yourself dear.  Oh!  There!  Oh yeah! There!  Oh jeeze;
you're inside now,  you're curling both fingers, lifting!  ... I can see down
into pinkness which grows darker and darker until it's black in distance.  God!
 You do like that!
   Inhaling long and slow as I begin to feel more weighty mass within my hand,
I lean towards you, extending my finger to mate on yours.  Your finger eases up
and I follow in my heart. 
   ........ We've started again, haven't we. .......  Where will this end?
   "Ummmmmmmmmm," I groan through my nose.
   "What?" you question back.
   Pausing for a second ... ordering my thoughts while aware of my hardness in
my hand, I reply.  "Why don't you get on top?" I say, beginning to smile.  "I
think we can get this inside you justttttt the way youwantit.

   My eyes glance to the bedstead's top and catch the still open jar of lotion
you brought along.  I remember how it felt against my fingers as I'd slithered
down the crack of your ass.  'Oh yeahhhh,' I think, 'this is gonna be the
time.'