Trailer Park Nights

An eBook By Randall Lang.

As I feared, the bedroom was the same mess I had left earlier. Had I known such good fortune would find me, I would have cleaned the place to a spotless condition in preparation, but now all I could do was flip up the covers on the unmade bed and throw the dirty clothes into a pile in the corner.

The instant my chores were finished, I turned off the hallway light and took her back into my arms. In the darkness her kiss and the scent of her hair left me lightheaded. Never in my wildest dreams did I have expect to have such a beautiful woman in my life, let alone in my bedroom. As I kissed her, my hands found the zipper at the back of her dress. I easily released the small hook at the top, then one hand held the fabric as the other slowly pulled down the long zipper. I listened in near orgasmic excitement to the sound of the zipper opening. The very fantasy I had daydreamed earlier was coming true. That magical, semi-metallic sound filled my ears with a tone more blessed than a choir of angels.

broke our kiss and moved back from her only far enough to lift the dress over her head and hang it on the bedroom door. I did the same with the white slip beneath. Her warm body was once again against mine and my tongue explored her mouth. Her smooth flesh was glorious as my hands traveled down her back, pausing to grasp the slim, tight cheeks of her butt. She again made that low, sexy noise as I pulled her hips tightly against my swollen cock.

The hooks at the back of her bra seemed to be endless as I fumbled through one after the other. It seemed I would never open the last one when suddenly the garment fell loose allowing my hands complete access to that perfectly smooth area of her back. I'd always found something magical about the smoothness of a woman's bare back. Perhaps it is the feeling of uninterrupted flesh, or possibly the knowledge that the treasures on the other side are now mine for the taking. Whatever the reason, for me, the bare back has always been its own reward.

As my hands made their circular route around her back, my thumbs hooked under the hanging fabric of the bra. I moved my chest back just enough for my thumbs to guide my hands under the bra and around. The feeling was second only to orgasm as the front of her bra lifted up and her full breasts dropped into my waiting hands. She whimpered again and shuddered; her lips pressed more tightly to mine. Her arms tightened about my neck as my thumbs found her hard nipples. Her breasts were amazingly soft, with skin that seemed so much smoother than anywhere else upon her body. Her stiff nipples jutted beyond the circles of roughened flesh that surrounded them. The slightest brush of my hand brought an enthusiastic reaction from her.

moved her backward slightly until I could feel the edge of the bed, then I gently lowered her. She sat on the bed and I lifted her legs to slide off the silken panties that so rudely separated me from the glorious experience of her nude body. Casting them on the floor to join the bra, I quickly stripped off my own clothing. I couldn't move fast enough to suit myself, but after what seemed an eternity, I stretched out full length with her warm, tender body pressed against mine. The feeling was sublime!

My mouth began to move around her, kissing and nibbling at her ears and neck. I slid down, pausing to enjoy the smoothness of her chest before my lips locked onto a rigid nipple. Her back arched, she twisted, and cried out in a low, soft sound of pleasure. Her hands tightened and pulled at my hair. While my mouth nursed and my tongue flicked, my hand continued its travels down across her smooth belly and back to rub and squeeze each tight buttock.

felt her hands begin to explore my body; from my shoulders, down my back, and up my side. Her touch was electric, her trailing fingers leaving paths of tingling skin as they passed. Her long fingernails teased at points that sent shocks through me.

My hand touched the tops of her legs as her hips twisted. I teased from her knees up along her thighs. I heard the bed sheets rustle as her legs opened. My fingers dropped between them to slide slowly along both inner thighs, working relentlessly toward the flaming fleece that lay between them. She cried out as I first brushed her most tender area, trying to touch only the tiny mass of curly hair rather than the treasure below. My touch became firmer until my hand pressed securely upon her damp, folded flesh. She again cried out at my touch, her hips rising to meet my hand and her arm threatening to strangle me in its grip about my neck. My fingers parted her as the long finger found the silky dampness and moved up to her most sensitive area. Her hips thrashed wildly as I rubbed her hard clitoris in a slow, circular motion. I slid first one finger, then a second inside her. I knew she was fully ready for our union.

I removed my wet fingers from her and positioned myself between her open legs. I felt her arm move between us as my nerves screamed in anticipation of entering her. I felt her hand grasp my steaming hot and rigid cock and begin to guide it toward its goal. I could hardly breath; I panted like an animal. Her touch was cool, her experience obvious. The excitement was overwhelming!

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