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Subject: {ASSM} A Dark Night (M/F)
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This is a new story, property of me, Babs B. Please do not post it anywhere,
even a free site, without first contacting me. I'm easy to reach. You can
email me at Babs42ne@hotmail.com
A Dark Night
by Babs B.
It is a tiny bit brisk as I snuggle down under the flannel sheets.
There is something so perfect about being here -- in the mountains -- in a
screen room in the open air -- under flannel sheets and a warm blanket on an
airbed. Makes me feel almost like I'm in a womb. There is a slight breeze
coming up the ravine, which moves the trees making soft, rustling,
comforting noises through the needles and leaves. I love the smell of the
pine trees and the fresh scent of the earth. Truly this is a place that
renews my soul and brings me peace.
The moon is new so it is very, very dark -- but all the stars -- so
many of them that I can almost see by all the starlight. It never fails to
amaze me how many stars are visible when there is no light pollution. At
first I think I will set up the telescope and gaze at some distant planet or
star system, but not tonight. Perhaps tomorrow. I did pick out lots of
constellations before getting too sleepy to look anymore. I see a shooting
star and I make a wish about you.... <<It will be a good night>> I think to
myself.
I snuggle down deeper into the covers and, as sleep comes to me like a
soothing embrace, I hear a noise in the distance. It's a car. Boso begins
to bark. <<Is it coming down the road this way?>> I question. Probably
not. This is a dead end dirt road. No one wanders down here. But then I
see headlights and the engine is louder. A car pulls up behind the tiny
trailer, but I can't see who it is. Boso has run to the car and is barking
madly. I'm feeling frightened because I'm not expecting anyone. There are
times like this when I ask myself if it's wise to be alone in such an
isolated place. Boso, for all his heart's desire to protect his family, is
a little dog and really couldn't do much harm. Then I dismiss my concerns.
<<If this were some dangerous person>> I think, <<they wouldn't be driving
noisily down the gravel driveway.>>
"Hi, Boso. How are you boy? Come here. Let me scratch your back." I
hear your voice and smile. Your scuffling with Boso makes me laugh. You
always seem so glad to see Boso and are always so playful with him, even
though you tell me you don't like little dogs.
I slip out of bed and put on some sandals. You're at the trailer's
screen door knocking loudly. "Babs. Hey, babe. Are you in there?" you call
out. I hear you open the screen door but with only the headlights of your
car to illuminate you can't find the light switch. I hear you ask again,
more softly. "Hello, Sweetie. Are you asleep?"
"Hello. I'm over here," I call out as I open the screen room and start
for where you are. I hear you come out of the trailer and you turn toward
my voice. "What are you doing out here?" you ask, but before I can answer
you reply yourself. "Sleeping out in the screen room, huh."
I had no idea that you were coming and so think to myself that I wish I
had chosen a sexier number to sleep in. I am wearing a long-sleeve,
to-my-ankles, white night gown with a V-neck and lace at the neckline and
sleeves. It is brushed cotton, cozy warm, very comfortable, very feminine
and one of my favorites, but I always think of you as liking my silk and
satin sleepwear most and so usually choose that for you. But I didn't know
you would be here so this is what I wore. In the deep black of the night
you see me coming toward you -- a vision in white. In the headlights of
your car and by starlight I seem to move almost like a ghost -- floating
along over the soft earth. The sight is a surprise to you and you freeze,
slightly bent over, your eyes unblinking, staring transfixed at the sight
before you. As you stand immobile, watching, I continue to move toward you.
Your eyes dilate as you watch my breasts swinging and you can vaguely see
the outline of my body. My hair is blowing slightly in the breeze.
You shake your head to break the spell. "Tweet, tweet," you whistle in
a catcall which makes us both smile. I think to myself that maybe I did
choose the right nightgown after all. I come up to you and we pause in
front of one another -- that first awkward connection that always occurs
after we haven't been together in a while. We are both half-smiling and
half laughing. "Hi," I say, "what are you ... how did you get awa...."
"Shhhh," you reply. "I'm here and that's all that matters." You had called
and left messages every day on my pager this week telling me I'm beautiful
and describing how much you missed me and how busy you were with this big,
new project and how you were trying to set aside some time for us to be
together. As always for me, it's never been about the quality of the time
we're together -- you always satisfy me and make me happy. It's just about
the quantity. Stolen moments, whenever possible, where we can.
You're wearing a jacket, unzipped, and you reach out to embrace me. I
slip my arms in under the jacket and wrap them around your torso. I close
my eyes and my body responds to your energy. I love being this close to
you. We hold one another and then we kiss. A gentle, loving kiss that
holds promise of more. You continue to hold me, keeping me warm in the
light wind, rubbing your hands along my back, down around my ass and back up
again.
"Want a drink?" I inquire. "Sure. What's ya got?" We continue
making small talk while I get you a soda. "I'm exhausted," you suddenly
report with a deep sigh. We go outside and you return to your car to turn
off the lights. It is as black as ink. You pause, trying to get your night
eyes. "How can you see out here?" you ask. "Here, give me your hand. I'll
lead you," I say as I reach out to lead you slowly down the path that my
feet know well. You extend your hand to my shoulder, grateful that because
I'm wearing bright white you can at least see me. You move up beside me to
put your arm around me and I hug you back as we stroll slowly to the screen
room.
Once inside you remove your shoes, pants and jacket. I crawl under the
covers and you join me there cradling me in your arms and kissing my
forehead. We talk and murmur to one another while running our hands slowly
over each other's bodies. "It's so peaceful here," you say softly not
wanting to spoil the mood. I nod acknowledging the beauty of this place.
You feel so warm and snugly. "Gosh, what a week. I'm so tired...." I hear
you say. Then I hear your regular breathing and feel your body beginning to
relax. Soon you are making sleep sounds, softly, quietly, close to me.
Your rhythm makes me feel contented and, because I'm very tired too, I begin
to match your breathing -- soon finding myself also drifting off into
slumber.
"Wha...t... Huuh....." I say as I begin to awaken. Where am I? Oh,
yes, in the mountains ... and you're beside me. And one of your hands is
slowly stroking my pussy while the other is pulling me toward you. It is
still very dark outside ... only the starlight to see by. I am slowly
awakening to your touch, your energy. You spread my legs apart and lift
them slightly. Then you slide your hard cock into my wet cunt. I am still
not fully awake but enough so to know that this feels wonderful. I lie back
and enjoy you doing your magic. Soon I am full of your wonderful cum --
warm, wet, deep within me. Your cum always relaxes me -- it must be nature's
way of making sure I lie still and take as much of you up inside me as I
possibly can. I lie there in a dreamlike state while you slowly pull out,
kiss me tenderly and roll over beside me, taking me in your arms. You drift
off to sleep again and soon I have joined you.
A long while seems to pass. But was it really all that long? Before I
even open my eyes I am aware that you are beside me. I can hear you
breathing regularly as well as the cooing of the morning doves, the chirping
of the larks and the chattering of the chipmunks. My eyes open and I drink
in the sight of you in the shadowless light of the earliest dawn. You are
so handsome -- the chiseled look of your facial features, your great nose,
your delicious mouth. I am relishing just being close to you and watching
you sleep. I feel refreshed, renewed and I think it is because you are so
close to me -- and because you filled me full of your life force last night.
I can smell you -- and it is more than because you are near me. It is
also because you are all over me and in me all through my body and blood.
It's like you've marked me with your scent and it feels wonderful.
I don't want this moment to end but it does, of course, as you sense
I'm awake and stir yourself briefly. You reach over to hug me. "Hi,
Sweetie. Good morning..." and you make some more sounds before soon you are
asleep again. I look at your beautiful face and wish I could see the rest
of you. I lift up the blanket and sheet a little. You rouse but it is only
for a moment and then you're making sleep sounds again. I wish you didn't
have your shirt on because I love your chest -- just enough muscle, just
enough hair. You're lying on your back and I can see your penis, small and
flaccid, resting. He looks so innocent, not like the forceful guy he was
last night bringing us both pleasure. I wonder if I can awaken him. I wish
I had thought to bring some lubricant with me to the screen room because it
makes hand work ever so much smoother. I reach over and carefully take hold
of your soft cock. How seldom I've felt him like this, I think. So small
and soft. You stir but still sleep.
I decide to pleasure us both and move my body over yours, spreading
your legs and moving my mouth to your belly. You take a deep breath, and I
can feel you begin to come to as I kiss the base of your penis where it
meets the warmth of your tummy. I begin a slow lick up your soft cock --
from the base all along the shaft pausing just below the head. I flick my
tongue back and forth on this sensitive area and I feel him begin to
stiffen. I am getting aroused too as I feel your dick begin to harden. I
use my lips and my mouth in gentle, beginning motions, sucking lightly,
licking around, over. The more I suck and lick the harder he becomes. I
use my teeth to bring you a hard sensation to complement my softer lips and
still softer tongue. I take him into my mouth as far as I can and suck very
hard. He feels soooo good. I try to swallow all of him. You moan and for
the first time look down to enjoy what's happening. You move your hand to
my face and I look up at you. You look like a giant -- a giant with a huge,
pulsating dick. I make a ring with my thumb and forefinger, stroking him in
rhythm with my sucking. With my other hand I hold his base firmly
stretching him and making him stiffer and longer. I'm enjoying being in
charge of this. Usually my role is one of receiving. It feels wonderful to
be giving you pleasure in this way. I'm wondering if this is as good for
you as it is for me. I continue sucking and moving him in and out of my
eager mouth, stroking him up and down, stretching him, squeezing him with my
mouth and with my fingers. I wonder if I'm being too rough, but you don't
complain. He is getting so excited that a little bit of pre-cum is
beginning to dribble out of him. I lick it up and return to sucking.
It is a warm morning and our activity is making us both warmer. By now
the covers are off the bed. You rise up slightly and pull my nightgown off
over my head. That refreshes me and I pause to feel the cooler air on my
back. I straddle you and begin kissing and licking your belly -- moving
slowly upward. When I get to your shirt I begin pushing it up and kissing
your tummy as I go. This isn't where you want my mouth but you trust me
that this will be a short interlude. I expose your chest to my view -- it's
as I remember it -- quite thrilling -- as I help you remove your shirt. I
move my mouth to your nipples and begin a gentle lick with my tongue first
one nipple then the other. I alternate licking with sucking and wonder what
it must be like to have me doing this -- if it's exciting for you or only a
distraction. As I move up to your neck, I let my breasts brush along your
chest. You sigh deeply and reach for my breasts.
I take your two hands and pin you to the bed saying, "No, it's my
turn." You smile and don't resist even though you want to be more animated
and are stronger than I am. I move slowly -- teasing you. Over your chin
and lips, past your nose, bussing your eyes. As I move forward, I let my
breasts caress your chest and then I poise over your face lowering them as I
move from side to side. I love this part. It feels soooo good when your
hungry mouth catches a nipple and begins a vigorous suck. Your arms tense
as -- almost as a reflex -- you try to reach for my breasts, but I continue
to hold your hands down. I let your mouth play with my breasts until I
begin to get a little too excited. If I continue I will want you to take
over, and that's not what this morning's agenda is about. I sit more
upright taking my breasts out of reach of your eager mouth and catching my
breath.
Slowly I move back down -- kissing and licking your face, chest, tummy,
belly as I go. When I reach your dick again, he has relaxed. He's not
completely flaccid but he's not hard either. I have read that the older a
man gets the more he needs direct stimulation to his penis in order for it
to get hard. This is sometimes distressing to a man, but I think to myself
how wonderful nature has played this out -- that as a woman gets older and
wants to be more active then her partner needs her to be so. I take him in
my mouth again and begin a mild sucking. I can tell that you want me to be
rougher, but I begin slowly, gently. When I suck harder, you begin to moan
and close your eyes in tense exhilaration. The harder I suck and the more
vigorously I move my hand, the stiffer your dick becomes. You're near your
climax now but I still want you. I feel him harden and lengthen as he does
just before coming. Quickly I move my hand between your legs, moving up
your thigh to that soft spot between your balls and anus and I press up
making you hold your cum for a little longer. You moan again -- aching with
the desire for release and the sweet pain of continuing.
Now I slow the pace -- and I take him out of my mouth again. You want
more but are willing to let me have my way. I lick him again, up and down,
over the top, around his vigorous head. Your dick is truly like a rod now.
I move away slightly to get a better look. I don't think I've ever seen a
greater cock. I begin sucking and licking once more. You are breathing very
fast and very shallow. All of your senses are heightened -- you smell
everything acutely -- all the pine and humus. You hear every sound -- every
bird chirping to its neighbors, every squirrel chattering to another and
every dog barking in the distance. You see everything sharply. You look
down my back over my round butt and wish you could grab it. You see my
breasts hanging down and want your hands there.
Now I am caressing your hard dick with my tongue. I stick my tongue
out and begin a long, slow, hard lick from the head of your shaft to the
base. And I lick your balls tenderly, marveling at their size and firmness.
I take both of them in my mouth -- gently -- and begin a low hum, mmmmm.
You're beginning to shake and I know I cannot delay this much longer. I
move quickly back to the head and begin to suck rhythmically again. In and
out using my hands on the shaft I can't fit into my mouth, using my tongue
for more sensation, sucking intensely. You close your eyes while your whole
body begins to stiffen knowing that your bliss is imminent. I feel him
lengthen and harden and I brace myself. Your climax bursts into my mouth
almost gagging me with its force. You let out a cry or yell of release,
which surprises us both. Your whole body convulses and my mouth is full of
your delicious cum. I am shaking too -- from the strength of your discharge
-- from the power of your body. Gawd you taste good. I have swallowed most
of your semen -- or was it blown down my throat -- but I lick up the
remnants which are dribbling out of your glorious dick.
Your cock is so sensitive now you almost don't want me to touch him, so
I am careful. But I don't want to waste any of your thick, yummy fluid. I
lick him gently, delicately, completely. You want my whole body close to
you now so you pull me up to you, holding me tightly but softly. I melt
into your embrace and we hold one another as only lovers who are at peace
with the world can do. You nuzzle my ear and mutter something
unintelligible and nearly inaudible, but which sounds like it comes from the
depths of your soul. We rock slightly in each other's arms -- content to
let the world go by outside as we relish in this little bit of heaven we've
created together. I want to stay awake and remember everything about last
night and this early morning, but again I feel tired and you seem to be too.
I think of the wish I made about you last night. <<Wishes made on
shooting stars really do come true>> I smile to myself, as we slide into a
light, morning slumber ... once again ... safe in each other's arms....
Sweet dreams....
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