Unwrapped and Bareback

The package awaits at the door,
A mystery contained
in plain brown
paper wrap

Beneath the wrapping
a plush red box,
and inside that
an emerald green thong
with a handwritten note
that reads: “to wear on your birthday”

The day arrives
And succeeding the morning shower,
she slides into the thong
perfectly positioned
to the delicacies
of her femininity

She admires her body
In the bathroom mirror,
It looks very appealing
- a subtle accessory
that delivers just a splash of colour
to the natural colour of her incredible body

She feels the unexpected warmth
of his arms
envelop her,
his bulge against her bottom
with no rational idea
of how it could be possible

He too, is only in his underwear
those basic white cotton briefs
housing another package
for her future enjoyment

He releases her for a moment
stepping back
to visually inhale the sight
of his purchase on her body,
that thin strip of green
exquisitely centred
to separate each cheek
of that sexy bottom

He tugs on the waistband
and the tension
pulls tighter
along the split of her,
Inciting a twinge
of longing to her opening

Turning her around,
he pulls it away
from the fit
letting it rest
at her upper thighs,
while his long fingers
part her attuned lips

His fingers move
along the slit,
his mouth finds hers
and soon he has pushed inside
his finger, and another
working in and out
while locked in that kiss

His lips travel the smooth of her legs,
delightful little pecks
along one
and then the other,
all the way down,
the thong slid further
to rest just above the ankles

His tongue enters
the abyss of her heady flavours,
- licking, lapping, sucking
She shudders a little,
Allowing him to appreciate
the endeavours of his attention

Her orgasm, his mouth.

He turns her around,
her wetness perfect now
for the mounting lust
of his disciplined cock
to enter the sticky grip
of his birthday girl.

He removes his briefs
and positions his tip,
slightly inside
her body says so much
as he sees her shift
to try and get more of it in her,
finally that uncontrollable urge
slips past her lips in the words:
 “fuck me, good”
and he thrusts in deep,
and deeper
and quicker
to grant
that understandable
birthday wish.