Oasis

The warm colors of rain-drenched sunray dawned upon the magical
coconut grove, filling the shaded oasis with the crimson glow of
romance. It was to be our first ever encounter, and there was no
looking back. For days, my shyness had kept me from her; the fear of
her apprehensive reproach would haunt me forever, the poisonous stake
of rejection would tear through my heart, snuffing life out of me,
leaving me a lifeless, loveless corpse. But here was the moment, and
she would be there, in all her beauty, blinding me with the fragrant
radiance of her presence.

I waited by the warm spring, feeling awkward, knowing not what pose to strike or which way to sit, struggling with words, playing out
possible conversation in my mind. And as the shadows moved from the
edge of the spring to the foot of the tallest palm, there she stood,
her wraps swaying in the breeze, as if she were carried here by the
wind itself. I rose to meet her, holding my hands out to touch hers.
Was that a pause; did I sense hesitation?

She glided toward me with the grace of a satin cloth floating in
the air. Her eyes narrowed into a smile, and she took my hands in hers and beckoned me to let her lead me. I barely managed a walk. She lead me to a shaded spot under the tree of eternal love and drew me close, whispering, "Love me" . This must have been the beautiful moment of my life.

She was mine now. And I took her, pressing my lips to hers, her body
to mine, and her legs around me, lifting her off the ground and
straddling her. Our tongues played with each other, wrestling,
writhing; and my hands mapped her shapely body, her long beautiful
neck, the soft skin of her back, slipping off her robes as I did so.
She pulled back, reaching up to unbutton my shirt. She did it slowly,
teasing me, taunting me with her naughty eyes and giggles, running her finger along each inch of skin that she freed. I shivered in pleasure.

And we kissed again, her tongue took over mine, and led me to reaches
of passion I had never known before. I could feel my manhood filling
with urgent blood. She felt it too, and she gasped in surprise. Was I
her first? I searched her eyes for any signs of a memory of another,
and found none. This was my dance, and she would follow. I gently lay
her down on the bed of rustling palm leaves that rested on the white
sands of the lagoon, and began unwrapping her from her bonds made of
cloth. She was truly magnificent. Her skin ranging shades of pink and
pearl, her breasts swelling with the love of her years, her fertile
stomach, flat and smooth to touch, her navel inviting me like a
hypnotic eye. I bent down and kissed her stomach, slowly running my
tongue down into her navel. She gasped and her skin broke into
millions of miniature volcanoes. I continued licking the insides of
her navel while my hands freed her of the remains of her wraps. I ran
my hand up her leg, parting them, and stroking the insides of her
thighs. She tensed at first, unsure if I could be trusted, but my
hands slowed and she relaxed. I showered her stomach with more and
more kisses, wetter kisses, while making my way up her body, running
my lips up the foot of her gently bobbing breasts. My nose brushed her nipple, and she moaned. She reached up and tried to move my head
closer, begging me to take her nipple in, but I resisted for a moment, brushed my nose again against her now erect and hard nipple. Her moan filled my ears, and I encompassed her nipple in my mouth, playing with it with my tongue, gently sucking and squeezing it between my lips. My hands, that were still stroking the insides of her thighs, now cautiously moved upward, until I could feel the heat of her love-nest screaming out to be touched and rubbed. I did so with obedience, and the branches swayed with her groans and gasps. I ran my fingers along her clitoris while my tongue played with her other breasts. 

I felt herslit swell in my touch, and I held it between my fingers, rubbing it, loving it, playing with it. Her moans grew more urgent and periodical, and I increased the pace of my finger-loving. She suddenly pulled my face up and kissed me full mouthed, while she came, releasing her ecstasy into my mouth in one long sensuous gasp.

She fell back, breathing heavily, the way she did that morning on the
phone. But this was real, and I could feel her hot breath on my throat and chest. She opened her eyes and looked at me with love writ all over her gorgeous face. She then rose and gently pushed me down,
running her nakedness all over my chest and stomach. She then reached
up and forced my eyelids to close. I obeyed. In the darkness of my own skull, I could feel her hair brushing along my chest while she slid down and unzipped my trousers. I gasped as she released my throbbing member. Then, she ran her fingernail up and down it, as if petting a mighty beats, comforting it, promising it. I tried to open my eyes, but it was no use, for just as I had begun to move my eyelids, a warmth encompassed my entire body, as she took my cock into her mouth and sucked hard. I could feel the wet, the warm, soft, secure feeling of her inner mouth start to move up and down, pumping me, slowly at first, and then faster, while her fingers played with my nipples, pinching them. I was lost in a world of unimaginable pleasure and then I gave in to the wave that engulfed me, overwhelmed my entire body and soul. I let out a long and loud moan and fell back, spent and panting. She swallowed my warm liquid, savoring it's taste. The she stood and ran, giggling. I staggered to my feet and went after her, but she was gone like the wind. I followed the echo of her giggles and emerged standing at the edge of the spring. She was inside, playing in the water. She beckoned me to join her, and I did. We swam and played, basking in the glow of our warm love. Our bodies entwined and we kissed, mapping each other's bodies memorizing every curve and contour.

I lifted her and laid her on a rock, while I myself stayed in the
water. I then kissed her feet and sucked on her big toe. She giggled
with the tickle, and then relaxed, knowing what I would do next. She
loved it, and she wanted me to. I slowly moved my face up her legs,
until I was in between her legs. I looked up and smiled at her
naughtily. Her expression was that of urgent anxiety. She closed her
thighs around my face to escape my stare. I opened my mouth and blew
a jet of warm air into the gap between her thighs, and she eased her
legs, parting them. I placed my lips on her vagina. She moaned and arched back, lying on the sand. I then licked her, sucked her and drank her juices until she was writhing again in the grip of her multiple orgasms. She was ready and I knew it.

I pulled away my tongue and lifted myself onto the rock. She lay
there, with her legs open, welcoming me, and I slowly entered her,
gently, feeling her warmth. Her wetness eased my path, and I was soon
inside her, pulsating in and out. Our moans were loud enough to fill
the skies. I increased my pace, and soon we were in synchronous pulse, moving with each other, in and out, up and down. Just the sight of her body bobbing up and down and her breasts bouncing with our ride blew my mind. In a fit of passionate moans and entwined thrusts, we reached a screaming orgasm together, shouting out 'ohs' and 'aahs' of ultimate pleasure. I exploded into her while her cave filled up with the juices of our endeavors. We lay there, not daring to move lest we were to be parted and I gently kissed her. She looked up at me, expectantly, fear in her eyes. I smiled at her and placed my finger on her quivering lips. Fear not Kohinoor, for I love you, and we are one now. With these words, we lay beside each other and slept dreamlessly. A peace crept into the grove and everything went quite except for the gentle rustling of the branches swaying in a trance, dancing to a distant song about love.