The golden sun lights up the sky. A new day is raising its head to view the fleeting moments of its existence.
On a bench, in a park, a young man sits engrossed in the object held in his hands. With his shoulders hunched, his lower legs are drawn back hard against the seat. On any other day, he would be in bed wrapped up with his partner. Her slender body usually pressed against him, rousing him slowly to a sensuous awareness. When she was horny, he would feel her hands upon his body. She gently stroked his back and thighs. In response, he would stretch and roll closer to her, savoring the scent of her warm skin. The following pressing together would increase in strength as it went on. With time, more movements become part of this interplay. Her breasts, small and swollen, touch his body. She rolls onto her back, allowing him to take them in his hands. She wants him to squeeze and rub her B-cup breasts. Pushing her chest upwards, she intensifies the pressure he is applying to her tits. He stimulates them using circular motions of his hands.
The woman beneath him rubs her groin on his leg, pressing her stiff clitoris against the hardness of his thigh. He can feel the warmth and wetness of her labia against his skin. His lower limb is held fast between her legs.
The female hands reach around and stroke the balls of her lover. She massages the space beneath them, making his buttocks spasm with delight.
He lays next to her massaging her hip. The intensity of this touch makes her squirm and tighten her groin. She reaches out and pulls his face closer to hers. He can see that her eyes have dilated. The moistness there adds a sparkle to them. Smiling, she brushes her lips with his lips. Stopping, she rubs hers against his. With mouths pressed together, they rub lips in hard, circular movements. In tandem, the two mouths open. They seem hell-bent on absorbing each other in a hot deep breathy kiss. Tongue entwines tongue. The lovers put their beings into a long passionate kiss.
Each seeks to tell the other the depth of their lust.
They part breathless and let their bodies speak.
He runs his hands all over her body, subtly avoiding direct contact with her pussy. Her ass lifts off the bed as she tries to get the attention of his hands. He strokes the outside of her labia, holding two fingers in a V.
His fingers explore her crack and press her clitoris. He feels the wetness her vagina and sees her legs parting to allow him in. He slides a finger in her. She pushes herself down on it until the second knuckle is inside her. He slides his finger slowly in and out, lingering at the end of each stroke. Pushing the digit in as far as is possible, he lets her squeeze and play using her vaginal wall.
Two fingers open her cunt up so he can finger fuck her. His partner rubs her breasts. Thinking of what is to come, her expectation rises.
Today is not a typical day. They do not lie in bed together, and hundreds of miles separate their beings.
He sits alone on a bench in a public space.
She stands in a shower, in a hotel room.
He listens to the sound of water splashing and soapy suds squeezed beneath her hands.