Thursday, April 25, 2013

Sotto Voce IV

4.         There was a narrow opening between a row of cypress trees which had been trimmed down to form bushes.  Lucia and J. slipped though into a narrow area, surrounded by pine boughs in the shape of an oval; up above was a cobalt sky.  There was up ended crate, and Lucia sat  and pulled down her Capri pants and then her panties.  J. ran his fingers through the light floss of her mound, and then worked further down, around her folds and creases.  Her breathed was deep, but she did not utter a word.
            After a while the wetness between Lucia’s legs cooled and she pulled up her panties and then her Capri pants.  When they emerged from the stand of cypresses a crescent moon had arisen over the horizon, just beyond the old Appian Way.  It looked like a sickle with a broken handle.

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