Sam's Lucky Day

Quinn walks into the room and finds Sam changing from the shorts he'd worn through the day and into soft baggy sweats that would keep him warm through the chilly night. She watches him quietly from the door as he sheds one article of clothing in favor of the other. He wears no shirt and his bronze skin shines richly in the fading light of the sun. Looking down he cinches the drawstring on his pants, his hair falls forward over his face concealing from Quinn his sharp jaw line and seductive blue eyes. Watching him as he moves about the small room, she appreciates his economy of movement and the sinuous motion of his body. Turning, Sam picks up the linen shirt carelessly slung over the end of the bed and sees Quinn standing in the doorway.

Her arms are crossed over her chest and she leans into the doorway casually. Quinn's body is bathed in the soft golden light of the setting sun as it shines the last of its warm glow through the window. Sam takes in her breasts, straining against the white fabric of her tank top and her denim cut offs cupping her tight perfect ass. Quinn's long soft hair is piled haphazardly upon her head with unruly tendrils teasing down her back and shoulders. Smiling at Sam she walks slowly towards him, seductively, with purpose. She takes the shirt now dangling uselessly from his hand and drops it back to the bed.

Sam's eyes travel languidly over Quinn's body, he stops to appreciate her breasts, the plane of her stomach, her softly curving hips... the apex of her thighs where the denim of her shorts cleaves the soft flesh it conceals.

Quinn reaches for Sam, just a finger at first, trailing it across his lips, over his cheek, down his neck where the muscles have grown taut in expectation. Sam reaches out for her but she steps back and slowly but purposely shakes her head, no. A wicked smile lights her eyes and curves her luscious lips into a half grin that speaks of mischief and exquisite pleasures to come.

Desire lights in Sam's eyes as he assents to her dominance and lets both hands fall loosely to his sides. Resuming her tactile quest she rakes her nails over his chest stopping to pinch, tease, pluck his nipples. Watching each other with unblinking eyes the thrill and simplicity in her touch flairs their passions. Reaching back with one hand Quinn removes the comb in her hair. Free, the long locks tumble down her back and over her shoulders partially concealing the nipples rising tautly against the fabric of her shirt.

Sam's eyes follow the fall of her hair and stop at her breasts. She can see his desire flair and so she reaches.... ever so slowly for her breasts.... Cupping her breasts in her hands, Quinn squeezes her warm full tits and brushes her fingers over her nipples teasing the once soft buds to a hard nubs.

She steps back, away from Sam and looks pointedly at his groin raising one eyebrow in silent command. Obediently, Sam reaches down, unties the drawstring and lets the pants fall to the floor. Crossing his own arms now over his chest he assumes a similar expression and looks to Quinn's shirt. Releasing her breasts Quinn reaches for her shirt and brings it up slowly. Just as the hem reaches her breasts she pivots, presenting her back to him, resumes removing her shirt and tosses it carelessly aside.

The site of Quinn's hair falling down her naked back sends Sam's passion soaring and his hands betray his calm with a fine tremor of need and desire. Sam hears the whisper of a zipper just before her shorts fall to the floor. Standing naked before him, she looks seductively back at him over her shoulder and slowly... turns her body to face him again.

Sam’s blood rushes, thickening his cock and spiking Quinn's desire. Still greater than an arms length away, Quinn slowly bends her knees and kneels on the ground. Crooking a finger at Sam she beckons him to her.

Sam walks slowly toward Quinn and stops just before her waiting mouth. Using a steady pressure she drags her finger tips from his feet, up his legs, around the inside of his thighs and with exquisite grace, circles her touch around but not touching his dick. Sam's sharp intake of breath tells Quinn how much he's enjoying the tease.

Looking up at Sam she seductively licks her lips, slowly, sensually.... back and forth across her upper lip. Turning her attention back to his waiting dick, Quinn moves her face into the sensitive flesh just above his cock and presses her full lips into him, kissing, nipping... working her way around to the tender flesh of his inner thighs....

Her warm breath and soft wet tongue continue their sensual quest to his balls where she gingerly takes one, then the other into her mouth, suckling him... breathing in his male scent. Releasing his balls from the warm succulent recess of her mouth, Quinn teases his hardening cock with her tongue, her lips, her hands and hair. Sam groans in pleasure, his urge to grab her head and pull it down hard over his cock is strong, but he holds back.... too exquisite is the tease and he allows her to continue. Licking, suckling, drawing only the tip of Sam's heavy cock into her mouth, Quinn is lost in the taste and feel of him; satin smooth skin covering the ever thickening tissue within.... slow and deliberate, her exploration continues with cruel care.

Her hands come around to his ass and without warning she digs her nails viscously into his flesh. Pleasure wars with the sudden pain as Quinn takes his dick fully into her mouth and swallows him deep into her throat. Sam is catapulted into ecstasy and his body shudders in response. Quinn draws her head slowly back, sucking him hard all the way to the tip and then deep once more. Again and again she strokes his cock with her mouth and throat, tip to base, enjoying every thick inch.

No longer able to withstand it, Sam reaches to her head, fists his hands into Quinn’s glorious hair and pumps his hard dick in and out of her mouth. Pausing only briefly for breath, Quinn encourages him on, one hand still on his ass, pulling him forward into her wet hot mouth... the other hand cupping his balls and pushing up into the flesh beneath, stimulating his arousal further. Quinn pleasures Sam with wanton fervor and they are equally lost in the carnal frenzy.

Sam's climax shakes his body violently as he heaves his dick into her mouth again and again and she takes him in, pulling his dick, sucking him harder now as his release sends a stream of hot cum into her mouth and down her throat. Quinn now holds his cock in both hands lapping at his dick, she traces her lips with the tip then tenderly takes him into her mouth again until his convulsions cease and a final shuddering breath escapes him.

Smiling Quinn licks her lips, stands before him and rubbing her breasts against his chest, turns.... leaving him completely satiated… watching her fine ass swing in retreat.