Serena

There was a curiosity about her for a while because she was a prized possession.

Kept away from me for so long, I thought I would never experience her. I knew she would be intense. I also knew she would be worth the wait. But I never thought she could enhance feelings like this when we created our new trois. Her name was Serena.

Serena was developed. She stood tall and thick with fire red short hair. She was special and she knew it because she wasn’t introduced to everyone. Few appreciated her beauty and her energy and each experience with her was intense. My first introduction had been monumental.

I met her right before we got on the road. She was beautiful. The fragrance she wore was powerful, her scent lingering on me for hours. He knew her well and warned me to take her slow; to breathe her in deeply and enjoy her. As I did, I was caught off by how potent she really was. I had to pause, pull back and then proceed.

She had a bite to her at first. She had me choking on my words and turned my eyes instantly into water wells due to her harsh welcome into my world. It was not a smooth introduction, but within a matter of minutes, she became the beautiful flower I heard so much about and she had me wrapped up in her bliss.

She turned me on with ease and expertise.  As I sat riding along side of him, holding Serena, I dazed at how sexy he was. He had on a t-shirt and all I wanted was to be the sleeves that hugged his smooth chocolate muscles. I leaned back in the seat. Serena had me feeling good. She had my body completely relaxed and as the car vibrated down the highway, my yoni began to tingle. I squirmed in my seat, repositioned myself; and again, my yoni woke up.

She awakened me. He would put me to sleep.

I looked at Serena, my fingers grasping her center. I looked back at him. My yoni began to ache. I squeezed my legs together, rubbing my thighs back and forth, creating heat deep within swollen lips. I gazed at his lips. I am a fan of his lips. They are thick and perfectly shaped. Kissable. Suckable. I began to throb. He was totally clueless as to the torture he was putting me through as he rapped along with TooShort on the radio. I fantasized about kissing him as my lips reached out to Serena instead, drawing her in fully. She would be my crutch till I could get to him.

My eyes moved down his chest, pecks protruding under black cotton as I held Serena close. I crossed one leg over the other, still trying to fight the stirring taking place down south. I focused on his nipples, slightly hard and peeking through his shirt when I felt that first droplet slide from my southern lips. Totally embarrassed by the reactions of my body, I turned towards the car door, my back to him, pretending to fall asleep.

I closed my eyes as my fingers rested firmly against my clit and pressed down discreetly on my button. I breathed in as one hand felt up Serena and the other felt up myself. I imagined him in me as my fingers slid over my long dress and stopped just below my clit. Covered in fabric, my finger dipped in deep and quick within my slit and then back up to that soft mound. My heart began to pound as my other hand brought Serena back to my lips.

He was on my mind. She was in my mouth.  

My fingers slowly massaged my yoni as he focused on the road, clueless to the strong arousal I was enjoying with him and Serena. She had me feeling good, my mind wanting to create, my yoni wanting to fuck. He had me feeling good, my yoni wanting to create, my mind wanting to fuck. My mouth opened as I took her in again, fabric rubbing against my clit, friction and fire increasing. 

Serena brought me to climax as I imagined myself riding him. My fingers rubbed hard against my clit as I imagined his dick being sucked between the lips on my face and then being sucked between the lips on my pussy. She made me orgasm as I pictured him on top of me, my legs spread like a wishbone about to be granted serenity, heaven and pleasure.

She teased me. He fulfilled me.

I came hard and quietly while Serena’s fire fell away from my fingers; my mind on the rhythm of his stroke, the broad strength of his back, the pressure of his hands holding my waist. Serena was depleted, totally spent after being handled 

without ceasing but her energy lingered in the air as I composed myself and turned my body forward again. I looked at him. Sunglasses over red eyes, he was lost in his own thoughts. He had been my muse without even a touch.

She elevates me. He is my air.