index


Message-ID: <63683asstr$1451391031@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: RavensDrkGothic@aol.com
Full-name: RavensDrkGothic
Subject: {ASSM} The Cabin
Lines: 195
Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2015 07:10:32 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d


The  Cabin (FF)
 
 
The  air was heavy, the temperature still in the eighties.  This 
temperature is  with the sun having set  two hours ago.  It had the makings of a  
natural phenomena.  A really special one.  Thunderstorm.  A  couple of sprinkles 
are all the action so far.
But preparations are important and I have prepared.  A portable CD  Player, 
 a couple fragrant candles.  They have them in a scent that is  light and 
sweet and wishful.  Gardenia.  They will burn  long.   An incense holder for 
the sticks of wisteria.  A cooler  of  wine, and ice and chilled glasses.  
And a few more  essentials.
The porch is nicely opened and receives  a nice breeze all year long when  
the sun goes down.  The wind chimes, blow and turns and a tingling of metal  
and glass fill the night air.  All night long the soothing sound  plays.
Blowing leaves, dried and colorful, belie the fact that the temperature was 
80,  while it is early fall.  A freak of nature, but that freak will bring 
a  drastic change of temperature with the heralded storms.  The wind is  
blowing now and gusts fill the night, wooshing and announcing the approach of  
something terrible, but also wonderful.  Splat.  Splat.   Splat.  Large 
drops of moisture strike the driveway and the screens and  porch roof.  Then a 
steady fall or rain.  You can hear successive  sheets walk across the waters 
of the lake and then the grassy yard.  
Yes.  This will be a wonderful night.  In the distance the rumble  of 
thunder.  Then a distant flash.  Lighting the clouds momentarily.  The rain is 
now just a steady downpour.  The thunder is louder and the  streaks of light 
are visible, reflecting off the troubled waters of the  lake.  The wind is 
whipping small white caps.  They just barely break  on the pier now and then. 
The surrounding woods now joins in the symphony of  sound as the leaves and 
branch rattle in the wind.
Down to the pier we walk, fingers twined, the grass wet and the wind pelts 
the  rain hard against our bodies.  The thunder and lightning have now 
reached  the lake and it is like a light show as bolt after bolt swing back and 
forth  over the water.  The thunder mixes one with the other. Reaching the 
pier,  we sit down on the end of the rough wood and our legs dangle in the 
cool  water.  The air temp is warm, but the water never made it up past  60's.  
Goosebumps and an occasional shiver as a white cap washes across our legs.  
 A start as a loud burst of thunder and a ragged bolt of lightning streakes 
 across the water almost simultaneouly.     
The wind is now cooling, rapidly the air temperature and the rain is now 
cool  hard pellets.  We giggle as the waves are crashing against the pier and  
then over the toppushing us backwards momentarily with its force.  Wet is  
wet, but a bucket or many at one time gets your attention.
Climbing up we dance to the gods, shaking our fists.  Shorts and tops are  
plastered to our bodies.  We been in a twenty minutes wash and rinse  cycle. 
 Pulling our shirts off and letting our shorts fall to the deck, we  caper 
in circles naked to the wild animals of the woods, if they are stupid  
enough to watch our actions.  Swinging arms and flailing legs.  The  wet, now 
rapidly cooling air, wind blown, raises goose bumps and hardening bumps  on our 
chests.  Your nipples pushed forward on the globes of your  breasts as  my 
nipples swell aching.   Stark relief from a flash,  highlights the form of 
the  wood nymphs.  Freeze frames.   The laughter and giggling disturbing the 
night air.  An owl hidden in the  woods, hoots in laughter at the silly 
humans.  Slipping and sliding we run  to the cabin.  The rain and wind and 
boomers sustained and reachng  crescendo and then climbing some more.
On the porch of the cabin, we turn your arm around my  waist and mine  
around yours.  Leaning against a post support, we watch our private  concert.  
Shivering we lean closer to each other.  Heads cocking  slightly our lips 
touch.  Moisture glistening on the tip of your nose, my  tongue laps as it 
forms a droplet to fall.  Your eyes looking fiercely into  mine.  And then a 
twinkle and they seem to light up.  The lightning  flashes and our bodies are a 
white blot against the darkness of the cabin.   Your breasts two white 
buoys floating on your darker chest and stomach.  A  strip of white surrounding 
the furry nest and then darker legs and stomach also  framing the paleness 
of skin.
Your stomach ripples as a fierce gust of wind drives the cold drops under 
the  cabin roof.  Little bumps raise and the soft down of your pelvic is 
fluffed  with the gust.
Our lips meet again and facing our arms clasp backs and we are one with the 
 earth.  Moist flesh join pressed close.  Tongues duel and lips  suck.  
First one and then the other hot moist mouth takes control.   Breathes fighting 
for room and exchange.  Expusion of air, condenses and  little wisps of fog 
run from our  porch to be sniffed out by a multitude of  rain drops.  
From the tree line, larger wisps of mist form and wind out into the 
clearing in  front of the cabin.  The temperature is dropping and the coolness is 
now a  chill.  The storm is abating, but again forming on the other side of 
the  lake.  Coming around again for another drenching.
Slowly we break the lip lock and  I reach inside the cabin and pull a a  
thick soft fluffy towel off a hook.  Facing you, I daube the moisture from  
your face, and lean forward and just so gently touch your lips.  Then the  
point of your chin.  Draping the towel over your shoulders, I pull you to  my 
chest and briskly rub the moisture from your shoulders and back.  Hands  
grasping your shoulders, I push you away and then towel the long column of your  
neck and then the top of your chest,  The wispy material of the terrycloth, 
 rubbing the sensitive cells of your hardened nipples, a soft moan escapes 
your  lips.  The round globes patted dry and then lifting each breast, 
drying the  underside.
As I lower to my knees, my lips suckle briefly at yur breasts and then kiss 
your  navel.  The towel again wrapping around behind and spreading your 
cheeks  slightly, drying the inner cheeks, then around the sides of your 
thighs.  A  rub and a pat and a rub and a pat, at the soft curly hairs, drying the 
moisture  of the raindrops.  Patting and rubbing one thigh, and then you 
spread your  stance ever so slightly to acccomodate the towel thickness as it 
wipes at the  backs of your legs.  
Now kneeling on one knee, I lift your foot and set it on the top of my  
thigh.  Your hands grasp my head and shoulders as you gain your  balance.  The 
ends of the towels, wiping between each toe.  Now your  toe is wiggling and 
nudging the softly puffy lipsbetween my thighs.  Taking  your foot firmly, I 
place it on the floor and then I minister to your other cute  digets.  This 
time your little toe, trys to tease.  Finishing with  your feet, I now 
touch your velvety inner thigh and push, nudge it to open the  inverted Y of 
your body.
My lips lean forward and kiss the curly hair, taking in the musk of your  
lubricated lips.  My lips breathe deeply and exhale a warm rush of air,  
rushing at the groove of your slightly swollen lips.  Parting them with one  
hand, I towel the moisture, but as I wipe some away more appears.  Finally  
surrendering to a losing battle,  I toss the towel across the  room.
Moving to the door you pull another towel from a hook and  then you pull me 
 to my feet.  Your hands rub briskly drying the skin, a ruddy glow takes 
the  place of my white flesh.  My nipples smaller parodies of your swollen 
nubs,  but growing  as you rub them gently and then your mouth and teeth 
lightly  nip them.   Going around behind me, your towel quickly rubs and dries  my 
back and a towel wrapped finger teases between my  cheeks.     Stepping 
back, your wrist snaps a towel that  stings my cheek and makes me lurch 
forward.  Turning, all I see is an  angelic smile and twinkling eyes.  
Now you kneel in front of me and rub my legs dry.  The rough cut of  the 
towel, causing my lips to swell.  Pushing the towel to dry both  groin and 
lips.  A shiver as the material briskly, dries my clit and  mound  A quick kiss 
on the clit and you stand.
As you walk to the small kitchen area, I turn down the wicks on the 
lanterns and  light some Gardenia scented candles.  Walking to the firsplace, I 
quickly  light the kindling and quickly a fire is roaring and throws shadows on 
the  wall.  My sweetheart walks over to the fire with two glasses of  
liebfraumilch and sits downs on the opened sleeping bag in front of the  
fireplace.
The room is illuminated again by a flash of lighting and a second later a 
clap  of thunder echo through the room. The rain patters incessantly on the  
roof.  Tattooing solidly.
Lying down on my side, I soflty caress her cheek and the lobe of her ear.   
Reaching over with my teeth, I nibble the lobe and then her neck.  Teeth  
and lips and tongue, gently softly biting, sucking, licking and kissing the 
soft  flesh.  Where the neck meet the shoulder, I bite a little harder,  the  
impression of my teeth, white to the tan of her shoulder.  My finger now  
circle a swollen teat,  the nipple standing proud and tall.  I stroke  and 
scratch and pinch, oh so lightly at her breasts.  
Her eyes watching my face, as I caress and knead and touch.  A pinching of  
the nose, as my lips suckle, and then harder drawing the nipple and then 
breast  flesh, filling my mouth.  My teeth scratch a path down the downy belly 
 flesh.  Pausing at the navel, I tongue and then mouth follows the path to  
the lightly thatched forest and the ridged valley.
The soft brown curls, springy to my touch.  and the lips peeking,  swollen. 
 Glistening with dew.  My index finger spreads the lips and  slides down to 
the vee of the thighs.  And then deeper traces the path back  to the curls. 
 Back and forth, slower marginally deeper and wider is the  path.  You lift 
your knees and point them outwards as now two fingers are  tracing the 
path.  Slowly as they touch the inner thigh, they caress this  soft tissue to 
the knee and then again the velvet slides under the fingers and  they slowly, 
slide between the spread lips.  The first and then second  knuckle disappear 
into the warm moist tunnel. The flesh contracts slightly on my  fingers.  
Working in and out, I watch my sweetie and she still studies my  face.
Sliding over a thigh, I position myself between her spread thighs.  My head 
 lowers to her curls and my tongue licks down the split of lips, tasting 
that  special flavor.  Woman.  Horny woman.  Pushing deep my tongue  pokes 
into the groove and  laves the sensitive tissue, feeling the swollen  lips and 
touching the inner ones.  Then tongue tips presses at the hooded  button 
just starting to peek.  A circle around and then my teeth, oh so  gently nibble 
at the clit.  Lips suck and draws it further out.  Hips  rolls gently with 
the oral worship.  Looking up between the valley of the  breasts, I see eyes 
glued to my face.  Nostrils pinched, but eyes  bright.  Lips pursed shut.
Long laps of moist flesh my tongue takes and then a probe of the hot  
tunnel.  Sucking at the clit.  And now a moan escapes and lips part,  tongue 
wiggling.  
Hands push at my head, pushing my face so all I can breathe is the heady 
smell  of hot flesh.  My face covered with my spittle and the lubrication of 
my  lady.  Her pelvic humps my face, legs lie on my back and tighten and pull 
 me deeper into her pussy.  My breath is hard.
A moaning, and then my body is being shaken like a wet dog as orgasm takes  
control or makes for loss of control.  For long seconds her hips shake, and 
 then her legs tense   and the shaking becomes more intense.   Relaxing her 
legs, my head lifts and now her eyes are closed.  Lifting her  legs off my 
shoulder, I slide forward kissing her pubes and stomach,   Lips touching the 
roundness of her breasts, then sucking on the nipples, drawing  them into 
my mouth,  Tongue flicking touching the tip, then swirling  around the 
elongated nipple.    Fingers between us, rubbing  at her lips and stoking around 
her clit.   Feeling another soft  orgasm, Pubes moist again, grinding slowly 
against each other.  My closed  eyes open and there is my sweetheart looking 
deep into my eyes, reading my soul.  Our lips meet and meld together.  Eyes 
mere inches apart.
As I finally slide off of her, she turns towards the fire and I form to her 
 back, and as spoons we watch the flames, not as hot as ours were but 
remindfull  of what we just experienced.  The rain still tattooing on the roof 
and the  thunder and lightning in the distance showing it strength.
Finally our breathing is soft and even as we sleep in the arms of each  
other.  
<1st attachment begin>

<HTML removed pursuant to http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/erotica/assm/faq.html#policy>
<1st attachment end>

----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+