Then he went upstairs and pulled down the shutters in the bedroom as well. Melissa stayed on the couch with the blankets pulled up to her chin as the ...sound of the wind increased outside. The television showed a huge mass of red storm cells moving towards the area where Melissa knew she was staying. Fearfully, she stared at the screen while Dave finished his preparations. “I’m finished. The place is all buttoned up,” Dave said. He looked at Melissa, taking in her white-knuckled grasp on the. We covered all of the possible risks of swinging, and weighed each risk against the potential reward. As both she and I had undergone sterilization procedures, there was no risk of pregnancy. We did worry, however, about contracting a sexually-transmitted disease. Ultimately, we decided that risk would be low if we practiced safe sex and chose partners that were like us: older and married for many years.Our discussions about sex and swinging provided us with a peculiar new hobby that we shared. He did smell of the cool sea and something I could only describe as man. I pulled away gently and looked up at his swirling eyes. He began to say something and all I could think about was how I wanted to just nibble on his ears. The longer I stood there in his arms the more I just wanted to take just a little nibble. He had been talking to me for a while when I finally reached up and nipped his ear. He stopped talking, loosening his grip slightly and looked down at me. “I’m so sorry. I do not. I pause at the exciting sight of your panties halfway down your legs. This is a moment to savour; in my experience, when a new lover allows or even encourages me to pull down her knickers we both know where this will lead. It marks the point of no return when the longed-for fuck becomes inevitable.Your feminine secrets are fully visible to me for the first time, so inviting and very beautiful. Your inner lips slightly open like the petals of a flower peeking from a little pink cleft. You kick.