Returning my hands to your lower spine and buttocks, I stroke you more firmly with my fingertips, another shiver flowing through your body beneath my hands.

As the late autumn sun dips regretfully behind clouds close to the distant rolling horizon, the room is gently filled with an orange glow, the air a strangely real citric suffusion, a welcome haven from the cooling outdoors, a lovenest.

Standing quietly in the middle of the room, your thin dress silhouetting your skin against the blaze, your tender smile glowing lovingly in my direction, you indicate your approval with a subtle shift of your hips.

Approaching without a sound, my hands coat your thinly covered shoulders with pressure, support, love. And as your body becomes accustomed to the invasion of its space, my fingers move slowly to the straps of your dress, and it falls soundlessly to the floor, leaving only the silhouette behind.

Still standing silently, your bare arms reach behind me, and hold me close through my shirt. Your body feels hot despite its meagre covering, and I stroke your spine with just enough pressure, gently rub your earlobes with my calloused thumbs, touch my lips to your hot cheeks, kiss you wetly but gently on the lips.

My hands behind your back expertly unclasp your thin black bra, the familiar straps falling to your sides you as I slip them from your golden shoulders. The pressure of your breasts against my chest holds the bra in place briefly, until I pull back momentarily, and the bra too falls to the floor unnoticed, your breasts again against me, free from their constraints.

Knowing that this time is yours, rather than ours, you make no move, but stand there in mute willingness, only glancing briefly through the French doors to ensure we have no audience.

I can feel your nipples hardening comfortably against me, even through my shirt as I continue to stroke your back with my hands, and my lips caress every part of your face. As my fingers find their way toward the base of your very tactile spine, a shiver runs through you. An anticipatory shiver. A shiver of remembrance.

Unable to reach further down your back without discomfort, I reluctantly let my lips slip from yours, and slowly my mouth moves downward, opening and closing on your skin, with the gentleness of a butterfly, past your chin and down your sensitive neck, and further.

I pass your breasts and the now desperately erect nipples with barely a kiss. I know they will need some attention later, and that you usually like to do that yourself.

As my mouth moves further down your relaxed but motionless body, my knees bend until I'm kneeling before you, my mouth gently prodding your navel with quick kisses, my hands caressing the gentle slope of your buttocks through your thin satin underwear, black like the bra, slippery and shiny to my loving touch.

Hands have a way of wandering, and mine gradually find the thin side straps of your panties, and as I slide my thumbs through them, your knees part slightly, and I slowly lower the thin blackness from your rear, and uncover the brown thatch of curls between your pale legs. The panties join the collection of clothing on the floor, and still you stand motionless before me.

Returning my hands to your lower spine and buttocks, I stroke you more firmly with my fingertips, another shiver flowing through your body beneath my hands.

I slowly lower my lips further, gently touching at the brown curls and then kissing the insides of your legs, edging ever closer to the hidden treasure beneath the thatch.

As my lips begin to feel the tenderness surrounding your vagina, you move unexpectedly, spreading your feet apart on the floor, still silent and otherwise unmoving.

I know the movement is an invitation, and I quickly sit on the floor, my legs straight out between yours, my hands again on your buttocks, my lips now positioned ideally to provide more direct stimulation.

Licking my way slowly up the gently swollen familiar intimate lips, I am again reminded of the seeming contradiction of the slippery hairless region within the aggressive thatch. Dipping my tongue a little more deeply, I partake gratefully in the taste and smell of your most intimate parts, my tongue flicking seemingly everywhere at once pulling at the lips gently, tugging them unnecessarily apart to caress, excite.

My fingertips, scraping first down your butt, just firmly enough for you to notice, slowly make their way down the crease between your buttocks, slipping carelessly along, lifting up to your lower back and slowly falling again, shivers again providing feedback.

As the area being caressed by my tongue becomes wetter and more receptive, I slowly move up, flicking and caressing all the while, until the tip of my tongue reaches the almost electrified tip of your clitoris. I know how important it is to take it gently at this point, and I back away, only to return again and again, your hips thrusting against my tongue now, bucking against an imagined penis, pushing me deeper, further, harder.

Committed now, my tongue provides direct stimulation, your love button hard against my wet flicks, my hands needlessly pulling you toward me. Flicking alternately around and then across your clitoris, I can feel your muscles tightening around me. Slowly the constriction becomes more intense, and I know without looking that your hands are caressing your breasts now, pinching the hard nipples, moving in time with the thrusts of your thighs.

As I feel your muscles climbing the final slope, ready to peak, I know I can push you over the edge, and don't want to keep you waiting any longer. Placing my lips around your throbbing clitoris now, I suck it inward, and continue to caress it gently with the very tip of my tongue.

I can tell it won't be long now, and as I continue the flicking with my tongue, you explode above me, crying loudly as your muscles contract, your clitoris jerks with the reaction of all your vaginal muscles, and another big shiver encompasses your now mobile body, shuddering through the orgasm.

Knowing that you are unable to bear me touching your intimacy so soon after your climax, I remove my tongue and then my mouth from you, but hold close, and start to gently blow on your swollen redness, feeling the reaction through your entire body, quivering with the flutters of air across your button. Slowly your hips become accustomed to the slight inducement, and your thrusts begin again, your body back in control, but only briefly as another orgasm about to take over.

The thrusts continue as my tongue reaches back to you, circling you gently but firmly, answering your thrusts with damp warmth, my love in every caress, and as you again climb that last steep hill, you erupt in climax, stronger than the first, slamming hard against my face as you abandon your stillness completely, and collapse onto floor in front of me, your thighs still jerking gently as your mind reminds them of the pleasure.

I lift you from the floor, noticing that the orange glow has all but disappeared from the room, and we are surrounded by a slowly growing darkness as I gently lower you to the bed, your nipples still bearing witness to the recent excitement, your legs carelessly spread before me, your intimate parts trusting and open to my inspection.

As you lie contentedly on top of the bed in the cooling air, I quickly remove my clothing, pausing only to carefully lift my underwear over my painfully erect member, my penis desperate for the release you can give.

As my clothes drop carelessly to the floor to join yours, you look up from the bed at my erection, and, grinning quickly at me, but still without saying a word, you turn over on the bed, and pull your knees beneath you, presenting your gorgeous butt to me, your knees slightly apart, the wetness of your vagina immediately apparent.

Naked now, I reach toward you, and pull you closer to me gently, and without further delay, I smoothly pass my penis between your thighs, and slide it fully within your slipperiness, feeling the tight, hot wetness around it.

As my manhood reaches its full depth within you, you suddenly rise up to a kneeling position and I am able to reach around to caress you properly. My hands reach again past your thatch and feel the slippery labia where they surround my firmness, and then I reach up slightly to again caress your clitoris, a different sort of caress this time, with my fingers playing a rougher game against you than my tongue had. You need little encouragement though, and soon push my hands away, and concentrate on thrusting your firm butt at me, sinking me ever deeper inside your love tunnel, moving faster as the moment approaches.

This time I can directly feel your muscles tightening around me, and as you climax again, a high painless scream of release, I can stand no more, and I release myself within you, screaming myself, unsure if the feeling is pain or pleasure, but not wanting it to stop.

My penis pumps furiously inside you, a letting-go older than history, a pleasure peak as new as this minute, and we collapse together as the last of the autumn light disappears and the night begins. Eventually, sleep overtakes us. Inevitably, later that night we both wake, and the adventure continues.

Aug 2010
You paint a wonderful image, I wish it was mine!

Aug 2010
wow! truly amazing especially the details! great!

May 2009
A bit too short but preferrable to too long.

Jun 2008
Oddly enough, I kept hearing NIN 'Like an Animal' in my head while reading this.

Apr 2008
This was very nice. Sensual, loving and very sexy.

Jul 2006
really good---(read caroline covington too)---- who has your elegance of writing. Believable and lifts erotica to level of mutual thorough stupeyfyingly delicious joy. Only caring intelligent lovers can fuly understand and get there properly!
      GBF: Wow, thanks a lot!

Jun 2006
So beautiful

Jun 2006
WOW! Very Beautiful!
      GBF: Thanks

Sep 2005
After finishing "Orange" I'm moving on to read your other stories. You've written a love story and not porno and I know my wife will also enjoy this as much as I. Thank you. Jackrabbit
      GBF: Well great. Hope she writes to me as well!

Jun 2005
wow your lucky lucky wife this is just beautiful a wonderful story, an age-old story, drawn perfectly.... you are a master. thank you 10 -- if not 11 !
      GBF: Aww, shucks, thanks.

Jun 2005
squich squich... this is the sound coming from my leather computer chair when i shift back and forth.... panties soaked, chair soaked...
      GBF: You sure I can say this? :-)

Mar 2005
I really do like this story it is romantic, and has the right mood in it. O and this story I really do think is true.
      GBF: Thanks. You think so? I'll tell you, but not on the page...:-)

Jan 2005
This is the way I want to make love, this is how I dream of it to be. I know you hate repeat readers, but this story is embedded into my memory forever. As a tear rolls down my left cheek, I'm forced to end this because I can't see properly. I know this l
      GBF: Hey read 'em as many times as you like! And thanks.

Jan 2005
This story of yours, as others you have penned, is exquisite...

Jan 2005
I KNOW that you have a Great Underestanding of how an organism feels like with a real couple. Even with a "full cock". The Flicking of my tongue against the clotorius is an exampe of one of the greatest feelings between a man and woman. We all learn our
      GBF: Well, thanks. There are a couple of typos in there, but I didn't want to mess with what you said.

Dec 2004
Just like most good sex stories. This one ended to soon. It left me with a hard on, but then the story ended. I really hate that.
      GBF: Perhaps you should try harder, or a little less often! :-)

Oct 2004
Sexual...sensual, this one spans the gap. I saw this as a 'romantic' man, showing his wife his utter devotion, in a most personal and private way. Your decriptions of the setting and the act itself are unrivaled.

Jul 2004
I just read the story "Orange" and I would voted it astounding....believe what you want, but I have read a several stories, but this one I could feel all around, all on me...

May 2004
After reading SEVERAL of your stories....Orange catching me first, Snow White adding to my favor of your writing, then deeper still into your other titles as I felt compelled to explore more about you. I find your writing extremely exciting, it is so

Sep 2003
Wow! This is great, Gentle. Hot, romantic, sensuous and delightful. I want more! Thank you for sharing your work.

Aug 2003
Love the description of the room, the lighting of the season (I love the fall). The lighting of the silhouette, the timing of the motions, picking her up to put her on the bed, how you please her and she loves to please you. All very nice

May 2001
... I couldn't find fault with this. It just had a lovely summer feel, a scent of romance and a wonderfully developing climax, in the literal not the trouser tenting sense. I loved it.

Mmmmmm....your wife is a lucky, lucky woman.