Sara

I am sitting on the deck of our rented beach house in front of my laptop.  We come here for about three weeks each summer.  I am supposed to be working on my latest thriller, for that is my profession.  Crime Novelist.  Instead I am watching her.  She is sunbathing down on the beach.
We are not on a private beach, so other people share our oceanfront.  Sara is lying on a gray beach towel, facing the waves as the sun beats down on her back.  She has a color that disgusts the other women I have seen watching her.  They all dream of obtaining a tan like hers.  For she appears to be a goddess.  Sara’s secret is that that is her natural tone, for her maternal grandfather was a Cherokee.  One would never know that, unless they happened to get a glance at one of her deliciously lovely brown nipples.  Fortunately I have.

Sara’s other secret is her strength.  She is the model of fitness and is extremely intelligent.  For she is truly Commander Sara Jordan McLean, United States Navy.  Her long legs are toned and strong from running on the beach as well as physical training each week.  The arms are equally as strong and yet her fingers are very gentle.
As I watch, she sits up and stands.  Her profile is breathtaking against the backdrop of the ocean.  She collects her towel and heads this way.  Soon she is climbing up the stairs to this very deck.
“Not getting much done, are you?” she inquires.
Actually I have accomplished much in my mind.  For I have decided to use her as the model for my heroine.
“I’m gonna go take a shower.  Be back in a bit.”
I watch as she slips through the doorway and into the little cottage.  As I watch, I marvel at her calves, so perfectly sculpted.
Soon I hear the water running and then as I finish yet another paragraph.  I determine that I have written enough for now and head inside my self.
I glance around the bedroom as I enter.  Sara’s navy blue bikini top is hanging over the bedpost.  The gray towel is now in the hamper over to the right.  The bathroom door opens and out flies the bottom of her suit, directly into the hamper.
She comes out.  She is wearing a bright red towel around her.  I reach for her and she glides into my arms.  I kiss her and she returns the gesture.  I can feel her body pressing against mine as we embrace.
Soon we are kissing much deeper and she has lead me over to the bed.  She directs me to sit and I do.  Then she helps me out of my shirt and trunks.  Sara is now kneeling in front of me, kissing my chest and fondling my penis.  I can feel her lips getting wetter as she probes my nipples with her tongue.
Then I am on my back and she has climbed on top, kneeling over me.  I reach for the towel and it falls away.  Revealing her beautiful breasts and those ever so wonderfully hard, brown nipples.  She indulges me and leans forward.  I take one into my mouth and suck like a newborn.  She is playing with my hair and kissing my forehead.
After I have switched breasts and she is content with that, for a while, Sara slides forward and presents me with her private area for an oral inspection.  She has shaved it into a perfect rectangle, so that none would show out of her various suit bottoms.  I begin by licking the clitoris and massaging her buttocks with my hands.  She is enjoying this and letting me know verbally.  Soon my tongue moves to the wide opening and she slowly thrusts forward and backward getting all that she wants from me.  After a while of this she experiences climax and collapses down on me.  I roll her over and she licks my penis, in an attempt to lengthen it, for she likes it when it is at full stature.
I lay her back and spread her long, golden legs as wide as they will go.  Then I kneel and slide over her long gorgeous body.  My penis is fully extended as it probes the entrance to her pleasure area.  Slowly I enter the soft moist folds of Sara’s vagina and she lets out a gasp.  After moments of soft gentle strokes, I raise myself up with my arms extended and begin to move with more speed and force.  She is climaxing faster than I and I attempt to let her experience it alone.  Then, as she comes, her legs tighten around me and she whispers for my sweet juice.  I can not deny her wish. I thrust as forcefully as possible and then spurt deep into her.  She comes again as the semen bounces off her inner walls.
We lie next to each other for a long, long time and then she says that I must get back to work.  For she is not only my wife and lover, but also my inspiration.