He spied her in the distance on a cool evening at dusk. She sat on a swing
kicking at the dust where the grass had been worn away from years of
skidding little feet. Her hair, like the finest silk, blew in the breeze
and the setting suns rays shone through it.
The handsome young man felt a stirring in his heart and in his loins as he
looked upon her beauty. He could not help this feeling, and felt he must
approach her. As he approached her quietly, he couldn’t help but notice
the feminine swell of her breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing.
He could also smell her sweet perfume.
She sat on the swing, thinking of the long week she had had at work, and
her thoughts turned to the weekend. She also thought of her lover, who
had recently shipped out with the Merchant Marines. He was a swarthy man, in
his early 20’s, but possessed a certain earthy charm about him. Continue reading Swing hardcore sex story