Egyptian Cotton

The shirt draped his shoulders like a cloak of a regal. His masculinity covered except for the the few teasing buttons at the top. The collar, sharp and crisp against his dark, tanned neck, gave way to a face that sculptors dream of creating. A chiselled look set him as a man that could melt the hearts of anyone that dared to look. His eyes, a deep blue only found in the deepest oceans, focused on my own dark earthen eyes. He stepped towards me in the setting sun, the call of birds answering each footfall. I looked on in awe, a veritable god was walking towards me, confidence and sexuality oozed from every pore. I felt my heart race, my nerves longing for his touch. Oh, his touch! Fingers, as soft as a petal from a rose, sent notions of sensual thoughts through my skin. He is nearer, his chest rising at each breath, his muscles tightening underneath the Egyptian cotton containing them. He reaches me, my arousal plain to the audience around us. Their eyes looked on at this silent exchange, where hearts and minds battled to tame themselves. He reached for me, his hands touching my cheek. Electricity shot through my spine. Oh how I wanted him! I looked down to his shorts, and my delight is heightened by what I see. He moves to my hair, playing with each strand like a string on a harp. I couldn't take no more, reaching for his shirt, wanting to give in to the beast that wants to claim and dominate this god standing before me. But his power over me strengthens, His face leaning in closer, until I can feel his breath on my neck. Muscles twitched along his neck line, coaxing me into reacting to him. I did, settling my wanting mouth to his neck, tasting his skin at each kiss. He responds in kind, every touch of those lips of his making my heart skip a beat each time. He whispers to my ear, a sound so soft that I could barely hear him over my heart. 'Let me take you away for a while, to a place where only few dream of going.' How could I refuse? I offer my hand, shaking at the prospect of this man having his way with me. He takes it, leading his young prey to somewhere where my dreams can come true with him. We reach my room, my own masculine domain, where the hearts of those who have surrendered to me for pleasure. Now, it was my turn to feel such pleasure. The door shuts behind us, and his hand reach for my waist, peeling my cotton tee away from my trembling body. I let him lead me, knowing that I can not take control of this god-like creature for my own devious plans, rather letting fulfil them for me. He undressed me in the sun-kissed room, leaving me bare at the open windows, the eyes of those who we were with watching my every move. This fact alone sent a wave through me, knowing that, not only am I going to be sent to the heavens with this man, but also knowing that those I love will be watching me from the ground. He wraps his arms around me, noticing that his shirt was gone. And so was his shorts. He whispers once more, the last words I will here before the day is gone. 'Now is the time for you to let go.' I smiled to myself, catching his form in the reflection of the window. I leaned forward, parting myself, waiting for his manhood to take me away. I felt him slide inside me, his thick cock filling me no other has before. He teased me for a moment, sliding himself and then pulling out again. He repeats his actions, my ass wanting more of him. He gets into a rhythm, causing wave upon wave to crash through my body, I couldn't hold any more, my resolve dissipating with each thrust. I let out a moan, load and long, capturing the attentions of those below us. I watched their faces as they recognised me, their jaws dropping, gasps escaping them. One of them, the only person within  the group who had designs on the man sending me to the stratosphere, raised her hands and clapped quietly, a smile telling me that she wants to know how he felt, how he touched. I smiled at the eyes below me, and then allowed myself to become absorbed into him...