Miguel found the afternoon to be a lazy one. It was one of those summer afternoons when the heat of the midday drove the thunderstorm of the afternoon. The clouds were building in the sky overhead. Huge voluminous clouds were rising maybe 30,000 feet into the air. They were the kind of clouds that made one feel so small in comparison, watching them from boiling far above. The sun was still out and shining intensely upon the pages of the book he was trying to read. I say trying to read because he was having difficulty keeping his mind on the story.
His mind kept drifting off to the vision of his love many thousands of miles away. He drifted to the vision of her last night in their private time. As always, he had been dazzled by the simple beauty of her body.
He found her breasts to be so completely natural, soft, and inviting that it made him shiver just to think about them. He was so proud of Maddie because she had enough confidence in herself to not be tempted by the thought of breast augmentation. She could never improve on the perfection of her breasts just as they were. He honestly did not know if she had ever thought of it and rejected the idea or just simply never thought of it. He had never asked her about such things.
He was a little shy of discussing such private matters but knew that he would argue vigorously against any augmentation should she one day bring up such an idea. The nipples were so perfectly formed and the dark pigment of her areolae contrasted so magically against her tanned skin. His desire to touch them and to place his lips on the curves of her titties made him come alive. He found that he also liked to call them titties. The word breast seemed so clinical and unfeeling. He liked the excitement he felt when he thought of her breasts and secretly repeated the word titties, titties, titties. He wondered if she would laugh if she knew he felt such simple pleasure about part of her body.
Yet that was what he found himself doing lying there in the grass on this lazy afternoon. Even after he stopped saying the word, it continued to drift on through his mind like an echo. He remembered how she had smiled and said, "I want to make you happy," as she stretched out on her bed.
He often thought of her that way and could trace in his mind the curve of her lower back as it rose up onto her rounded buttocks. She had unbuttoned most of the buttons on her very short pants and he could see her undergarment. It was black (or was it gray or was it gray - black, he could not be sure). He did remember it was full of straps that encircled her waist abdomen and hips. He was trying to follow the course of all those straps, especially the ones that seemed to dive between her legs when his musing was cut short by her complete and total disrobing. She casually tossed the garment to her side. It is quite true that seeing her naked always made him happy.
She was lying face down on her bed with her legs towards him. She spread her legs and he could see her butt, pussy and perineum. He could just see a little of the pigment change about her anus but her cheeks were full and deprived him a view deep into the crack of her buttocks.
He thought, 'If I live a thousand years, I shall always remember the sight of her before me now.'
When she spoke, her voice was so gentle and soft that sometimes he could not even hear her words, yet he always felt the love and kindness in her voice. Initially, she moved her butt quite close to the camera, such that her image filled his screen just as his desire for her filled his mind. Each time she reached her hand back to massage her buttocks he tried to steal a glance of her anus.
Alas, it was not to be for she had already placed her vibrator beneath her pussy. He could hear the vibrations across the microphone and was pleased that it seemed to be on high.