Taking the Plunge

She waits inside their secret place, hair up, suit neatly pressed. He bursts in, bringing the vigour of his exertions with him and slams his foot onto the bench. As he bends to remove his runners, she lunges from behind, grabs his singlet and peels it off with an urgency that both suprises and excites her.

His lean, lightly moistened body is now fully exposed to her ravenous hands which turn him and push his shoulders back against the wall. She plants a firm kiss, breaks, then latches on to his chest, running her tongue down until it reaches the tight polyester garment nestling his manhood. She teases out the contours with her busy, persistent fingers, soon triggering the desired response.

Abruptly the shorts are ripped away and without warning she has consumed his hard rod whole with a mouth so soft and delicate that his knees buckle under the weight of pleasure. Her lips suck and slide, her toungue serpentine in its wicked delight. All he can do is unravel her glistening hair and fondle it tenderly...until he can take no more.

In one movement he rises, cradles her body against his own and brings them down gently onto the carefully laid mat. They roll and heave with wild athleticism. Before long he has removed her suit and freed her exquisite breasts. They find each other's groins and grind feverishly, his hot flesh pressed against her fine lace panties. She pauses to slip them off and in that moment melts his eyes with a look of final abandonment. He draws a deep breath and plunges in...