THE EROTIC ADVENTURES OF LOUISE AND PETER - Part 21
THE FINGERS
On this warm summer evening Louise and Peter and whiling away a little time sitting by a remote and now deserted beach that is being gently lapped by the Mediterranean Sea. The sun has disappeared below the horizon and the sky is starting to darken. Peter’s fingers softly trace the outline of his lovely lady’s hand. She smiles. ‘I’m sure that for most of the time we really don’t appreciate just how important our hands are to us, particularly our fingers’ Peter shared thoughtfully. ‘Many times each day we rub small itches on our faces and bodies, without consciously knowing we are doing it; how would that work if we didn’t have fingers? Just think of all the things that would be so much more difficult without them; eating, drinking, washing, cleaning, and even getting dressed and undressed. But don’t be concerned, my love’ he continues, ‘if you have any problems, I’ll undress you!’‘
You’re right about fingers’ Louise agrees, ‘there is little we do that doesn’t involve them.’
Peter picks up her hand in his, and traces it's shape with his fingers, and then uses them to follow the curve of her arm right up to and over her shoulder to her neck and face, letting one finger caress her lips before descending down the other side.‘Don’t stop, that was lovely’ Louise whispers as they lovingly kiss. The all enveloping darkness, the soft, warm sand, together with the sound of the water, all conspire to create a highly charged, and romantic, cocktail of sensuality. Peter fetches a very large towel from the car, spreads it on the sand, and indicates to Louise to sit on it. His hand resumes its path along the side of her body, across her stomach, and up the opposite side until meeting her shoulder once more. Now his searching fingers glide effortlessly over the exposed skin above her sundress, and tease her cleavage. Louise is supporting herself on her hands, with her head thrown back and eyes closed, simply allowing full rein to her senses. With just a little encouragement from Peter, the shoulder straps of her dress and bra drop to the top of her arms, releasing some more skin for exploration. As Peter pushes the dress downwards, Louise lifts her hands from the sand, one at a time, so that the straps can pass over them. The dress descends to her waist, and Peter unclips the bra, which falls to the sand. His fingers make their progress over the now greatly enlarged area of skin. He traces a route between her breasts all the way to her waist, where he is stopped by the dress. Moving upwards again he draws light tantalizing circles around each breast, gradually reducing the circles until one finger is stimulating each nipple, causing it to stand proud in the moonlight.
'Lie down’ Peter urges, so he can continue the experience she is so obviously relishing. This time he moves down to her feet, removing her sandals one by one, to perform swirling patterns over each foot in turn. As each moment passes his attentions are very gradually reaching higher and higher up her legs, and making contact with her knees, at which point she lifts them, and the skirt of her dress falls back to reveal the full length of her lovely legs, that seem to glow in the caress of the moonbeams.
Kneeling, Peter runs his questing digits up and down her thighs, both at the same time. To be teasing, he almost accidentally brushes over her panties, and notes the involuntary response that this brings, but there is no rush; it is one of those moments in life that we want to last forever. It won’t, of course, and furthermore it is clear that the pleasure will soon become far less passive.
By this time they are the only two people on the planet; the moonlight is exclusively for them, the gentle breeze is for no other purpose than to soothe her skin. Peter’s fingers curl around the top of her panties, and she slightly raises herself to allow them to be pulled off. This is the point his fingers will be able to express themselves fully, and provide a full and satisfying conclusion for her.
He tosses the tiny garment aside and traces the shape of the insides of her legs once again, passing her knees and following the line of her inner thighs until locating the edge of the loveliest of lips nestling there between them. He stretches each passing second to its limits, escalating the ecstasy. Slowly his longest finger touches that most sensitive part; the small plateau that lies between the two openings, and lingers there. Moving forward just a little, at long last that probing digit begins to enter the damp and dark labyrinth of love. Her back arches, and her body raises from the ground to meet the welcome intrusion, and at the same time a second finger slides inside, soon joined by a third, which, as it enters, opens the floodgates, releasing a river of love onto the beach.
Peter knows exactly what he now must do. His finger is so well lubricated it slips into Louise’s ass with hardly any effort at all, and his thumb replaces his fingers in her eager and slippery pussy. It is feeling wonderful to him, and she is reaching a level of excitement that is rarely achieved. She cannot just lie there any longer, and now her fingers have sprung into action, too, feverishly tugging at his belt and opening his shorts until they descend to his knees.Her fingers are tightly grasping his cock, and rubbing up and down its length, as he carries on his invasion into her. No words are spoken, as they both know that tonight is a night for the celebration of fingers. Neither needs to be told that they will finish with the most satisfying orgasms ever, as they are both climbing the highest mountain of sheer lust, that can only lead to the ultimate peak.
Waves of pleasure and fulfillment waft over them, exciting every nerve end in both bodies as they writhe uncontrollably together in the great void of the universe, being carried on solar winds to places never before visited, finally spinning through a vortex of orgasms to land in an exhausted heap back on the sand.
‘With fingers we can go anywhere!’
