"Sparkrock, Fred - Burning Desires" - читать интересную книгу автора (Sparkrock Fred)

breasts. The no-bra look was the fashion trend when he left Earth for
the first time. Now, once again, bras were most definitely fashionable.
The reversal pleased him. Bras were sexy. And even more so as they were
removed.

Suddenly he was overwhelmed by his appetite and followed Karin's orders,
although he paid little attention to the taste. He was fully occupied in
filling his mind with his companion.

She had chosen her attire well for the occasion. The tent-like caftan
was perfect. It completely covered and hid her body from the knees up.
The only hints of the comely figure beneath were the long shapely sweep
of her calves and the twin peaks that pushed out from her chest,
straining against the fabric.

The dress stirred the imagination, setting the mind afire with fantasies
of what lay beneath, which was the only purpose for clothing, since man
now controlled his weather. But the dress suited Ponkert's taste. He
liked his women fully clothed in the best-styled fashions. Or naked! The
in-betweens, the half-nude styles, seemed at the most, cheap.

When his eyes grew tired of probing the folds of Karin's clothes for
some hint of the figure they hid, he traced and retraced the
goddess-like features of her face. Naturally red lips and blushed
cheeks. Her beauty was enhanced by emerald green eyes, not blue.

"Chad," she said softly, "I ... "

"Don't say it," he interrupted. "Not now at least!"

Her eyes lowered. "All right, but I can show it!"

Without another word, Karin moved to his side. Her hands reached out and
caressed his cheeks. Momentarily, she gazed into his dark eyes. Then she
moved forward and her lips possessed his, gently and lovingly, the kiss
transformed to urgency.

Ponkert's arms encircled the trim waist and pulled the lithe body to him
as he sank back to the lush carpet of grass. His testicles tightened
familiarly and life stirred in his groin as Karin's breasts crushed into
his chest. Their tongues and lips worked in unison. His hand searched
over the back of the caftan, releasing the adhesive strips that held it
together. Beneath the cloth, his fingertips met soft, warm, smooth skin.

Karin moaned at his exploring touch, pulling away from his lips. Her
eyes flickered open and flashed with delight. "You work fast, Chadwick
Ponkert the Third!"

"Don't call me Chadwick!" he ordered in mock anger, his hand once more
delivering a hearty swat to her firm buttocks.