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Lena (MF, affair, rom)
by Pussy Barber 1991

	Visiting VIP's and other dignitaries are common at our 
offices, and they usually don't bother us. Now I was groaning as 
my boss told me that for the
next two days I would be helping our Marketing department show a 
large group of people about our facilities.
	"Hell, John. I'm a senior analyst," I complained, "not a 
marketing type."
	"That's why I've volunteered you." my boss said. "You know 
what we can and can't do with the software. Your job is to get 
ideas of what our customers are looking for and see if we can 
design something for them. Consider it as an 'intelligence-
gathering' mission."
	I went back to my office, grumbling to myself and wondering 
if this was going to be a dull two days of lost work. Looking at 
the calendar, I consoled myself with the thought "at least it's on 
Thursday and Friday, a nice break just before the weekend".
	Thursday morning as I pulled into the parking lot, I was 
thinking about the various features of our systems that would 
impress our visitors, and I leaned the big Honda over too far, 
grinding the floorboards against the asphalt. "C'mon stupid," I 
remarked to myself silently, "keep your mind on what you're 
doing." Little did I know that this would be a problem for the 
next two days.
	Jeanie, our marketing guru, made the introductions and began 
to talk about the services we provide, cost savings, benefits, et 
cetera, ad nausem. I took the time to look over our guests, noting 
that most seemed to be the corporate professional types, dull and 
uninteresting. There were several women cut from that same mold in 
the group. All but two that is. One gal was an attractive 
brunette, late twenties, with a pleasant but not too dark tan. Her 
eyes were pale blue, a stark contrast to her dark features. She 
also wore a wedding ring that looked like it belonged in the J. 
Paul Getty family. The other woman, also looked like she was in 
her middle to late twenties, very attractive, tall, blonde and 
fair. I couldn't see her as well since she was sitting on my side 
of the table, my view blocked by a fiftyish woman with a prudish 
look and a gold cross fixed to her Saks Fifth Avenue jacket.
	Most of the morning wasted away with other department 
personnel speaking before I got up and talked about our 
computerized tracking system. Standing in front of the room, I 
could see the blonde quite well, and several times I was almost 
distracted from my presentation. She sat well down the table from 
me, taking notes, and the absence of a wedding ring was duly 
noted. But something else kept drawing my eyes back to her each 
time I looked at the group. Something. Something...familiar?
	Later in the day, as we toured the facilities, I found myself 
waiting near the door as the group filtered into the room. The 
blonde came up and looked like she was going to say something to 
me when another guest asked her to hold his coffee cup while he 
fumbled with his briefcase. They passed through the portal, the 
moment for us lost. What was it about her, I wondered, that 
stirred something inside me? Should I know who she is? Like 
groping for a name that wouldn't come, I searched my mind for a 
clue.
	Further opportunities to speak to the her failed to appear 
until late in the day, when we adjourned outside to a display of 
our equipment. After a long promotional speech by one of our vice-
presidents, our guests began to mill about, talking with one 
another. I spotted my mysterious blonde and headed over to talk to 
her. The crowd shifted and moved, and as we met, we found 
ourselves on the edge of the throng, staring into each other's 
eyes.
	"Hi" I said cheerfully, "Anything I can do for you?"
	"As a matter of fact," She replied, showing me a smile that 
turned my legs into something akin to Jello, "you can. I've been 
wondering about this all day -- have we met?"
	My heart skipped a beat. Then another. My the ground seemed 
to have acquired a tilt. I took a deep breath, intending to make a 
smooth reply, not to let her see how shocked I was.
	I giggled.
	"I don't think so." I chuckled in spite of myself. "In fact, 
I've been wondering the same thing about you all day."
	Now it was her turn to giggle.
	We introduced ourselves (again) and the names didn't 
register. We tried other companies we'd worked for, clubs and 
organizations, but nothing seemed to work. I stood, looking deeply 
into her grey eyes, lost inside of her. Her presence seemed to 
ignite a flutter deep inside my being. Stir-ring a feeling of 
warmth and closeness, making me want to reach my arms around her 
and hold her. She too seemed to stare into my eyes, searching them 
for some clue, some means to identify the feeling we both had.
	As we walked back inside, side by side, I watched the grace 
with which she moved. She seemed to flow rather than walk, her 
movements as graceful as a cat. I held the door for her as she 
entered, returning her smile as she passed by. Her perfume was 
faint, almost a whisper, and it left me wanting to find and kiss 
the places she had applied it. We sat together in the conference 
room this time, and I felt elated that the day was coming to a 
close.
	As people began leaving, some talking with other department 
reps, I asked her if she was coming back tomorrow for the second 
half of the tour.
	"Yes," She smiled, "my plane doesn't leave until tomorrow 
night."
	"Oh, you're from out of town?" I queried. "You didn't mention 
that before."
	"Colorado, the Denver area." She said as we walked toward the 
door.
	"Denver?" I stopped dead in my tracks, holding the door part 
way open.
	She looked at me questioningly, then seeing something in my 
eyes, her expression changed, one of -- apprehension?
	As we walked outside, I whispered quietly, not sure, "Lena?"
	She stopped, searching my face, looking for some sign of how 
she should reply. I gestured to the big blue Honda, and asked her 
if she'd like to go for a ride.
	Her head turned to me, eyes wide, "The Barber?" she asked.
	Smiling, I took her hand, gazing into her eyes as I said, "P. 
Barber, at your service," and bent to gently kiss her delicate 
hand.
	"I don't believe this!" She exclaimed.
	"Where are you staying? Or should I be so bold as to ask you 
to dinner tonight?"
	We both laughed and agreed that dinner was a good idea. There 
were only several million questions we had for each other, not the 
least of which was one that would likely never be asked.
	I followed her to her hotel, allowing her plenty of time to 
freshen and change into clothes appropriate for motorcycling. We 
left the hotel and headed south along the coast highway to Carmel. 
We had dinner in a candle-lit restaurant on the bay, sitting at a 
small table for two against the large plate-glass windows, 
watching the sun sink against the Pacific Ocean, lighting the 
skies with a pink and orange sunset. As we talked, I felt drawn to 
her, wanting to touch her and just gaze into her beautiful grey 
eyes. I felt, too, the desire to wrap myself in her laugh, her 
smile, her very presence giving me a high.
	We strolled out into the warm evening air, feeling as though 
we'd just met again after many years. I took her arm in mine, as 
we strolled a few blocks to the Hog's Breath Inn, Clint Eastwood's 
cozy place, looking into the shop windows that lined the quiet 
streets. We talked more, about our writings to each other, and to 
others on the BBS system. About fantasies and dreams.
	I could feel my desire for her building up inside. I could 
feel other things too and I tried to keep my mind on her words. As 
we left Carmel, riding back to her hotel, she reached forward and 
caressed my back, making goose-bumps rise on my arms. I reached 
back and caressed her leg, squeezing her knee softly. She replied 
by wrapping her arms low around me and hugging me gently.
	As we pulled in to the hotel parking lot, I knew I didn't 
want this to end with a "thank-you-it's-been-a-lovely-evening" 
goodnight. Parking the bike and putting away the spare helmet 
she'd worn, she solved my worries.
	"Would you like to come up and talk some more?" She asked.
	We went to her room, and as I laid my jacket on the chair, I 
turned to find her standing close to me, her nipples hard and 
visible through the cloth of her blouse. Wordlessly, I gently 
pulled her to me, feeling her breasts against my chest, her head 
tilted towards mine. As I gazed into her eyes, a warm feeling 
embraced me from within. I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her, 
gently. Her lips parted, and my tongue caressed hers, exploring 
her for the first time. Wanting to find her secrets, her passions. 
We melted into each other's arms, becoming one in our desires.
	As our kiss parted, we looked into each other's eyes, as if 
seeing each other for the first time. I ran my hands lightly over 
her arms, bringing one hand to my lips, kissing her palm lightly. 
She caressed my palm with her nails, bringing my other hand up, 
kissing my palm lightly in return. I smiled, brushing my hand over 
her cheek, lifting her light hair up and back. I kissed her cheek 
delicately, moving further back to her ears, her earlobes, and 
down her neck. Her hands were caressing my back, my sides and my 
arms, each touch creating sparks inside my head. A soft sigh 
escaped from her lips as I kissed her neck below her ear.
	She stepped back smiling at me, her hand on my chest, rooting 
my feet to the floor. Slowly, she began to unbutton her blouse, 
never taking her eyes from mine. I watched as each button was 
carefully undone, leaving her blouse open and inviting. She 
reached in, unfastening the front hook, and in one smooth motion 
removed her strapless bra, dropping it to the floor. Her full 
breasts moved sensuously beneath her open blouse, the nipples 
straining against the fabric. My tongue moved in my mouth, and I 
was trying to imagine the feel of her nipples responding to my 
kisses.
  This time, as she moved herself into my arms, my hands parted 
the front of her blouse, feeling the warm silkiness of her breasts 
brush my forearms, the soft skin of her sides and stomach as I 
reached around to caress her back. We kissed, passions flaring as 
our tongue met, my hands running up her back to pull her shoulders 
closer to me, pulling her blouse free from her pants. Her arms 
moved to her sides, her lips still against mine as I slid her 
blouse from her shoulders, letting it fall gently to the floor. 
Her arms wrapped around my neck, as she resumed the kiss in full 
earnest. My hands found her naked breasts, lifting and cupping 
each one. My fingers teased her nipples as her tongue followed 
mine into my mouth. Her hips moved against mine, feeling the bulge 
that was waiting for them.
	This time I stepped back, unbuttoning my shirt, staring into 
her eyes. She watched, and each time her eyes strayed too low or 
too high, I paused, making the task take even longer than 
necessary. When, at last, I finished, she moved forward, reaching 
up and removing my shirt as she bent her head to kiss my chest. 
She ran her tongue under the ridge of my chest muscles, teasing 
them and me with how sensitive the skin was. Her lips found the 
nipple, taking it between her lips, sucking gently. My hands 
stroked her hair as she suckled, then she used her tongue, 
flicking my nipple rapidly back and forth in her mouth, making me 
moan softly. I placed my hand under her chin, bringing her lips up 
to mine and kissed her softly, running my tongue over her parted 
lips. Her hands caressed my chest and stomach, making the fires 
within me more urgent.
	Again I stepped back, and she remained. Smiling, I knelt and 
began to unfasten her pants, kissing her stomach and licking 
lightly around her navel. As the zipper moved down, allowing her 
pants to fall away from her hips, I half circled her waist with 
short tiny kisses, pinching her flesh gently between my lips. Her 
pants fell to the floor, and I held them as she stepped out of 
each leg, kissing her thighs just above and inside each knee. Her 
musky fragrance filled the air, her moistness covered only by a 
small patch of cloth. Delicately, I leaned forward and kissed her 
through the thin material, breathing slowly and warmly against the 
sensitive skin. Her hands pushed gently at my head, and I reached 
up, gathering the elastic band into my fingers.
  Slowly I pulled them down, kissing each new patch of her skin 
that appeared. Slowly I worked my way down, kissing her bare mons, 
blowing a cooling breath after each lightly damp kiss. As the 
fabric stretched flat, leaving only her labia covered, I snaked my 
tongue between her legs, curling the tip and drawing slowly back, 
circling her most sensitive spot, savoring her aroma and taste. 
She breathed a soft moan and I kissed her mons just above, as I 
lowered the thin fabric to the floor. When she stepped out, I 
caught each leg, kissing her calves and the sensitive areas near 
her knees as I removed her socks. At last, she stood before me, 
naked and beautiful, looking down at me, her eyes gleaming.
	I stood while she unfastened my belt and pants, kissing my 
chest and working her way down my stomach. As she knelt, her hands 
paused, gripping tightly against the fabric. She slid her thumbs 
around and in one slow, fluid motion slipped my pants and shorts 
to the floor. I watched as she blew cool breaths against the 
sensitive underside of my shaft, making it jump at the sensation. 
I stepped out of my clothes, while she repeated the way I had 
removed her socks, kissing my knees, making me want her even more. 
She lifted her head and gently licked the very sensitive line 
running up between my balls with the very tip of her tongue. Her 
hand reached up, and held me straight as her tongue continued 
higher and higher, running the length of my shaft, to finally 
circle the head, making it grow and expand even more.
	She stood and we embraced, kissing passionately as I slid my 
engorged shaft between her thighs, letting her feel the heat and 
pulsing of my heart through it. Her breasts flattened against my 
chest and I could feel the heat from them against me, and the 
warmth of her against my rod felt like it would set us aflame. Our 
tongues danced and I felt us melting together, our souls as 
intertwined as our tongues, our hands exploring each other. Time 
stopped. The universe around us ceased to exist. We were together, 
our passions about to become unleashed.
	She moved us to the bed, and we laid down, still embracing, 
her on top, trying to melt down into me. Her legs straddled mine, 
my shaft throbbing against her shaved labia, her hips pushing 
forward against me. I pulled her lips from mine, holding her head 
inches above me, I stared into her eyes.
	"Goddd!" I breathed, "I WANT you sooo much!"
	"Take me." She whispered back. "Take me tonight. Take me 
now."
	I pulled her mouth back to mine, and rocked my hips to move 
my aching cock between her moist lips. Her hips responded, moving 
to let me slide in. As I felt the head slip past and into her, my 
soft moan was lost in her mouth. We slowly inched together, 
savoring the touch of man against woman. Of man INSIDE woman. She 
moved back suddenly, just as I thrust upward, neither of us able 
to contain desire, passion, or lust any longer. We met at the base 
of my cock and deep inside at the door to her womb.
	"Oooohhhhhh!" we both cried simultaneously.
	A slow parting, as we both now looked intently at each other, 
watching our eyes, feeling our loins, feeling joined. We gained 
speed with each new stroke, our passions reaching new intensities. 
I could feel her wetness now, surrounding my cock buried deep 
inside her. She could feel the steel rigidity of me, plunging into 
her depths. My hands moved to her breasts, cupping them and 
squeezing them together. I leaned my head up, licking one nipple 
as she plunged down on my cock. I began to see the perspiration 
glisten on us both as the heat of our passion filled the room. 
Musky fragrances hung in the air.
	I sat up, grabbing her and pulling her to me, kissing her 
fiercely, crushing her breasts against my chest. Her arms around 
my neck, she returned my kiss feverishly, her tongue dancing 
rapidly in my mouth.
	We rolled over, with me staying inside her as we laid back on 
the bed. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me into her burning 
pussy. My hands found hers and our fingers intertwined as we 
plunged on and down, into the depths of our desires. My lips found 
her nipple, shiny and wet from before. I kissed it, sucking it 
into my mouth to flick my tongue over it. Her pussy contracted 
around my shaft, her ring holding onto me tight. I stopped moving 
and flexed my shaft back at her, causing her to gasp. Her hips 
moved again, drawing me deeper into her warm wet pool. I turned my 
head, biting her other nipple softly, pulling it away from her 
until her breast stretched slightly. Again her pussy grabbed for 
me, but this time I continued to move, not letting her feel the 
throbbing. I licked the flat valley between her breasts with the 
tip of my tongue, sliding deep into her again.
  As I slowly pulled back, I gripped the first nipple in my mouth, 
waiting until just the very tip of my cock was still inside her. 
Then pinching with my lips, and flicking with my tongue I pulled 
her nipple again, waiting for her to contract. As I felt her 
grasp, I slowly slid into her pussy, past her tight ring, moving 
deeper and deeper. Each time she eased up, I pulled or pinched her 
nipple, making her grip me again. At full depth, I laid still, 
releasing her nipple and looking into her eyes. Waiting a full two 
seconds I flexed within her, lightly until she contracted, then 
hard, while she gripped me. Her pussy responded clenching tight 
around my cock, forced it to swell larger inside her, expanding 
her, filling her.
	Her hips lifted up, legs trembling, she moaned loudly and 
came.
	As her pussy contracted around me, spasming in orgasm, I 
flexed again, as hard as I could, pushing against her soft velvety 
skin.
	"Ohhhhh yessss!" she cried as her hips rotated and forced 
themselves up, tight against me, trying to draw me deeper.
	I waited until I felt her just beginning to grab me again and 
flexed my cock hard against her, feeling her pussy make me swell 
again. Cries came from her lips, and as she relaxed, I began to 
withdraw. Her eyes opened, pleading for me not to pull away. My 
smile was one of pleasure as I held my cock part way in, the taper 
of my cock even with her ring of pleasure, waiting for the next 
wave to wash over her. She wanted me deep inside her and I had 
moved back, telling her with my eyes to lay still. When she again 
clenched down, this time on the curve of my cock, positioned just 
right, her pussy sucked me down deep inside.
	"Ohhhhhhh God!" her voice was high pitched. "Ohhhhmmm."
	I leaned forward, covering her neck, her cheek, her eyelids, 
with quick light kisses. Her legs drew me to her, as I felt her 
pussy begin to relax. Sweat covered us both, and I could feel it 
running down my back as I lay between her legs. I could feel the 
sweat on her thighs against my sides, and her breasts shone in the 
light.
	"Feeling happy sunshine?" I asked.
	"Hmm-Ummmmm!" came her reply.
	As soon as her eyes opened, I flexed once again, watching as 
she felt it, her eyes opening wider, the pupils dilating.
	"Oh! Nasty boy!" She smiled.
	"I have an nice idea," I chuckled back, "but I'll have to get 
up first."
	"Nooo!" She pouted. "I don't want you to go." She locked her 
ankles around me, pulling into her, pinning me to her.
	"Greedy." I said.
	"Uh-huh!"
	"C'mon sweetie, this'll only take a few seconds." I pleaded.
	She looked at me, and softly "I want to feel you go soft 
inside me."
	"Might take a while." I smiled back, "I haven't come yet."
	At her quizzical look, I pulled back, letting her feel that I 
was still fully hard, and ready for more.
	"And besides," I explained, "After all those stories, you 
didn't think that I'd let you only have one did you?"
	"Smarty. I had two just now!"
	We kissed and held each other tightly for a few more minutes 
before finally I went and rummaged in my jacket, looking back at 
the bed where she lay, propped up on her elbows, watching me. Her 
graceful form, damp with sweat, glistening and shiny in the light. 
Her legs slightly apart, her bare pussy, lips full, begging me to 
return. She shook her head, creating aura of golden hair, making 
her breasts move seductively, as she watched curiously. Finding 
what I was looking for, I moved across the room, picking up the 
ashtrays as I went. I crossed the main room and shut off the 
lights. I went into the dark bath, and returned a moment later.
	The small candles I'd picked up at the restaurant flickered 
nicely as I moved around the main room, placing them at different 
angles to the bed. Once finished, I returned to this warm, 
passionate woman who filled me with desire.
	"Let's make the rest memorable." I whispered.
	She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me much too 
briefly, then hugged me tight.
	"Yes," She said, "I want it to be special too."
	I laid her back against the pillows, holding her arms as she 
went. Moving down, I kissed the insides of her thighs, caressing 
her gently with my lips. I moved randomly from thigh to thigh, 
working my way upwards, towards her naked pussy. Just as I reached 
her pussy, I paused, looking at her nakedness closely in the 
flickering candlelight. So soft and sensitive and desirable. I 
kissed her mons gently, barely touching her. As I worked down now, 
I could almost taste the fragrant wetness between her legs. I 
tipped my head and let my hair brush gently over her bare mons. 
She sounded her pleasure to me, and I bent my self lower, 
spreading her legs wide. I kissed that sensitive place where her 
thighs, cheeks, and pussy meet. That flat little area next to her 
lips. I ran my tongue up one side, down the other, ignoring her 
moist pussy and her swollen lips. I slid my tongue down, flicking 
it softly over the soft flesh between her front and back holes. 
Her hips rose up, begging for more there.
	I slid my hand under her cheeks, cupping them and lifting her 
off the bed. I ran my tongue along the line that forms the bottom 
of one cheek. Then back to the area between her holes, where I 
flicked my tongue fast and light. Her moans were soft and full of 
pleasure, as I lowered her back to the bed. I moved closer, 
raising her legs over my shoulders and bringing my hands around 
her hips. Two fingers parted the upper lips of her pussy, baring 
her swollen clit to me. Peeking out like a pearl, I saw it was wet 
and shiny. I breathed softly and hotly against it, making her 
wait, following with a light cool breath. Then I touched it with 
just the tip of my tongue, staying as still as I could be. She 
moaned, loud in frustration. I flicked my tongue and began to 
circle, slowly, stopping each time she raised her hips.
	"Don't tease me!" She half commanded, half pleaded.
	I ran my tongue down, parting her lips as I went, finding her 
sweet wet hole. I flicked my tongue against the sides of her hole, 
then up to the lips of her pussy. I sucked each one into my mouth, 
running my tongue over them, pulling and playfully tugging them 
taut. Back and forth, up and down I went, teasing, taunting, 
playing, pulling until her hips were rocking and swaying. I found 
her button, and sucked it into my mouth, squeezing it softly 
between my lips, my tongue circling it rapidly.  I could feel it 
swell between my lips, and giving it one farewell flick, let it 
go. As it receded from my mouth, I ran my tongue down the full 
length of her slit, greedily lapping up her wetness. As I moved 
up, I slid two fingers into her sopping pussy, my tongue circling 
her clit again. Her hips were moving up and down, and I pushed my 
fingers all the way in, feeing her wet juices flowing into the 
palm of my hand. I locked my mouth over her clit, flicking her 
quickly, and pulling my fingers out slowly. I looked up to see her 
in candlelight, her hands cupping her tits hard; on the edge; 
ready.
	When my fingers were halfway out, I stopped. I sucked her 
clit into my mouth as hard as I could, spreading my fingers at the 
same time. I pressed my lips together slowing the blood flow to 
her all important place. As I closed my fingers, then reopened 
them, spreading her pussy wide, I bent them upwards toward her 
stomach, touching her from inside. Then I let go of her clit and 
the soft flesh surrounding it. Blood flowed and after a second, I 
flicked my tongue once over it.
	Her legs closed tightly around me, her hips arching off the 
bed. Her hands squeezed her tits and nipples hard, her head thrown 
back, stomach tense. She came down only to raise up again after 
taking a short breath. I could feel her pussy contracting around 
my fingers, squeezing them closed. I let her squeeze, forcing my 
fingers apart when she relaxed. As her contractions slowed, I 
gently kissed her thighs, thanking her for letting me make her 
happy.
	I lay behind her, holding her in my arms, kissing the back of 
her neck while she relaxed, a smile on her face.
	"You're so sweet." I said. "I could eat you and love you for 
hours at a time."
	She cooed, pressing her back against my chest as I hugged her 
closer. I ran my hand over her thigh, admiring her form in 
candlelight. I felt the smoothness of her thigh, marveled at her 
graceful lines. I caressed her lean stomach, running my hands 
under the line of her breasts, then down again to her thighs. I 
purred into her ear.
	We cuddled and spoke softly for almost an hour, my cock 
wilting like a flower. I was happy and content, cuddled next to 
her, feeling at peace with the world. As she stirred on her side, 
my hand cupping her lower breast caressed its way down to her 
silky smooth mons, lingering on her bare skin. She sighed softly, 
leaning back into me slightly, I kissed the nape of her neck, 
working my way up and over behind her ear. As she leaned back and 
turned slightly, her legs parted and my fingers slipped easily 
between her legs, caressing her still damp lips. Her head turned, 
and we kissed. Slow and leisurely. I caressed her pussy, my 
fingers teasing around her clit without actually touching it.
	She sat up slowly, pushing me onto the pillows, her hair 
flowing around her head, her breasts swinging as she leaned 
forward. Moving over she quickly took my slowly rising cock into 
her mouth. Still soft, she engulfed me down to the base, moving 
her tongue inside her mouth. As she pulled back, her lips pressed 
against my flesh, and I could feel myself beginning to rise. Her 
hair cascaded down, brushing my thighs and stomach, looking like a 
golden aura in the dim candlelit room. Her figure was all graceful 
curves, accentuated by shadows, appearing to fade into nothingness 
at the edges. Grasping me, she ran her tongue around the head and 
down to the sensitive scar left from the circumcision at birth. I 
laid back, enjoying the sensation of her mouth and tongue on me. 
She licked the underside of my shaft, flicking her tongue over the 
edges of the head, making me smile and moan softly. Her tongue 
traced the veins over my cock, and back up to suck me into her 
mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue wicked and 
seductive. As she sucked me into her mouth, I could feel the head 
hit the back of her mouth, forcing another moan from my lips.
	She ran her tongue down the underside, continuing down the 
sacks of my balls tracing the sensitive line between them. Down 
still, lifting my balls to flick her tongue at the sensitive area 
underneath, between the base of my cock and anus. As her tongue 
flicked, my hips rose and I moaned softly. She worked back up, 
taking the soft skin of my sack into her mouth and sucked gently. 
Then she softly and gently sucked one of my balls into her mouth, 
her tongue caressing it on all sides. My cock swelled, turning 
purple-red as she tongued each one, all the while stroking my cock 
up and down, squeezing tightly on the upstroke. She sucked again 
on the sacks, and blew gently on them, making me squirm for her 
tongue. She slid upwards, licking my cock everywhere with her 
tongue tip.
  Reaching the top, she sat up slightly, smiling into my eyes as 
she pressed the head against a nipple, kissing at me silently. She 
bent down, circling the head with her tongue. Her breasts touched 
my balls, sending a shiver through me, and running the length of 
my shaft. She again sucked me into her mouth, her tongue flicking 
the underside ridge hard. Moaning again, I arched my hips, wanting 
her to swallow all seven hard inches of me. When she again sat up, 
she rubbed my cock, wet with her saliva, over and between both her 
breasts, pressing it hard against her nipples, and all the while 
smiling at me, running her wicked tongue seductively over her lips 
and teeth.
	Her mouth engulfed me again, this time taking me deep into 
her mouth. I could feel the head move past the back of her mouth 
and enter her throat. Afraid to move, fearing to choke her, I 
strained not to flex or push with my hips. Her lips grabbed, 
trying to work me deeper into her mouth. Sweating with the effort, 
wanting to push and flex and come in her mouth, I laid back and 
moaned loudly.
	"Ohhhhhhh Goddd!"
	Her nails raked my thighs, as she slowly rose up my shaft. 
Her tongue worked around the underside, pressing against the 
ridge. When she raised her head and looked at me, candlelight made 
the tears glisten in my eyes.
	"Had enough?" She smiled with a mischievous grin.
	"Ohhh, Yesss." I replied, wanting more, but wanting HER most 
of all.
"Come here and fuck me. I want you, I want you NOW!"
	She moved up and straddled my hips, lowering herself slowly 
on to my rigid tool. I felt the lips of her pussy part, letting me 
slide past, into her warm wet depths. She controlled me now. Her 
every move had me at her mercy. She slooooowly lowered herself, 
raising up when I tried to move deeper into her.
	"Oh no." She said, smiling wickedly. "Mustn't rush."
	"Ooooh, you tease!" I joked back. "You wicked little tease."
	She laughed and continued her slow descent, stopping just 
before she had me entirely within her.
	"What do you want?" She whispered, obviously knowing the 
answer.
	"YOU!" I cried, "I want YOU! I WANT you!"
	She sat down, taking me fully inside of her, my balls against 
her ass.
	"Ohhh yes. Fuck me." I pleaded.
	Slowly, she raised herself off my cock, hot and moist with 
her wetness. I moaned as I felt every inch, every caress of her 
slick pussy against me. My cock ached to feel her move quickly, 
but part of me wanted to continue this pleasant "torture" forever. 
She raised up, keeping only the head inside of her, clenching her 
muscles against the soft sensitive end of my cock.
	"Ohhh, stop teasing me! I want to fuck you!" I moaned.
	Her hips came crashing down to meet mine. So quick was her 
descent I didn't have time to prepare, and now I half sat up, 
trying in vain to lift my hips, drive deeper into her. She raised 
up and plunged down again, driving me deep. Again she moved 
quickly, this time my hips moved up to meet hers, and I touched 
bottom, making her gasp quickly.
	Unable to contain myself any longer, I reached down and 
around her, my hands cupping her cheeks. Lifting her up and 
pulling her down I began to move faster. She leaned forward, her 
breasts moving at each new thrust. I moved my feet under, giving 
my hips leverage, and plunged deep again and again.
	"Yesss, yesss, fuck me hard. Come inside me, come deep inside 
me."
	I moved one hand up her back, pulling her head down to mine, 
kissing her with a passion and intensity I'd never felt before. 
Our tongues met, her breasts moved against my chest and I could 
feel her wetness running down my cock, making my balls wet and 
slick.
	My other hand came up, and she laid down fully against me, 
pushing her hips back against mine. I moved my calves over hers, 
hooking my feet around and under, locking us together, giving her 
something to grab onto. Her hips and mine moved in a primal 
rhythm. Her pussy pulled and sucked at my cock, trying to draw it 
deeper. My cock pulsed and throbbed, plunging deep into her, 
trying to reach deeper yet. We stopped kissing to breathe, both of 
us moaning instead. Her back arched, her blonde hair flailing 
wildly, our sweaty bodies wet and slick made noises that aroused 
us both.
	"I want to fill you!" I hissed, "I want to take you over the 
edge with me! Come with me! Come WITH me!"
	She moaned and fell against me, her pussy contracting around 
my cock. When I felt her starting to come, a dam broke deep inside 
me. I felt a surging rush start upwards, making my cock swell and 
my balls ache. She felt me grow inside her, my thrusts long; hard; 
massive.
	"Cum babee cum!" She shouted.
	My arms pulled her to me, her lips met mine and we kissing in 
a blind lust, tongues pressed together, arms and legs wrapped 
around each other, sweat covering our bodies.
	"Hmmmmmm! Unnnngg!" I moaned into her mouth, as I came.
	Buried deep inside of her, my cock launched a geyser of 
sperm. I could feel her pussy grip me tightly as I came. She was 
still coming, her pussy squeezing me tight, milking me. Moaning 
into each other's mouths we both came again.  Her pussy still 
contracting, I gushed another surge into her, feeling now the warm 
mingling of our juices.
	She squeezed.
	I gushed.
	Squeeze.
	Gush.
	Squeeze.
	Gush.
	Squeeze.
	Gush.
	Silence.
	Bliss.
	As we slowly recovered, our mouths together, I licked her 
tongue with mine, bringing us both from what felt like a trance. 
Her tongue replied, caressing mine gently. Her tongue began to 
withdraw, and as she did, my cock gave a reflexive twitch, sending 
shock waves through her and back to me. Her tongue plunged into my 
mouth again, and we kissed passionately, realizing what we had 
just shared. As we calmed, we kept kissing with shorter kisses, 
each more tender than the one before it. Finally, she put her head 
on my shoulder, relaxing completely. I held her close, feeling my 
cock growing limp inside her velvety softness.
	"Thank you." I barely whispered.
	She purred against my shoulder, saying something I couldn't 
hear. I ran my hands down her damp back, caressed her behind 
gently, bringing my hands back up, then down her arms, wrapped 
around my neck. The candles were still flickering away, as we 
drifted off to sleep, still joined together.
	We woke at about two in the morning, her head resting on my 
chest, our legs around each other. The candles had burned out, 
leaving us in darkness. Our lips met, and we kissed lazily, 
enjoying the closeness in the warm room. We talked for a while, 
holding each other close. In the morning, she would call the 
airline and see if she could re-schedule her flight back to Denver 
for Sunday night, giving us the weekend. At least for now, we had 
each other, and we curled up close, happy and content, and drifted 
off to sleep.



CHAPTER 2: Friday



	After our night together, we talked over breakfast about how 
we seemed to be in touch with each other's needs. We found, to our 
mutual surprise, that we'd both been reluctant to participate in 
the meeting that brought us together.  Also we found that once 
near, we felt the presence of each other. That strange, 
indescribable feeling of familiarity, yet not. Deja vu?
	The meeting on Friday went well, and we kept our heads firmly 
attached and cool throughout. I answered questions for the group, 
and was proud of the fact that I was able to calmly and 
professionally answer hers, without any awkward "signs" appearing. 
Knowing that we had the weekend together made it seem like years 
before the meeting finally parted. Always the Galahad, I walked 
her to her rental car, telling her how much I wanted to be in her 
arms again. We dared to tempt the fates, kissing long and deep, 
through the open window, while she sat in her car. She returned to 
her hotel room to pack and prepare to leave for an exciting 
weekend. I returned to my job, praying for a massive two hour 
power failure that would let me leave early.
	We swing by my place, dropping off her rental car and 
luggage, and pack the motorcycle for a weekend to remember. We're 
off very shortly, giggling like two teenagers that have just put 
one over on the parents. The helmets have headsets and we chat 
over the taped music, making suggestive remarks to each other, 
laughing at double entendres, and thinking of new ideas for 
stories and adventures. Three hours of riding later, it is nearing 
dark, and we pull into a small Sierra town of Angel's Camp. 
Winding up several dark roads, we make our last turn into the 
carport of an A-frame cabin well away from the world.
	"I thought you said we'd be camping."
	"We will, tomorrow night." I reply, "The perfect spot, about 
2 miles from here. An easy walk -- if it's daylight."
	"Well, whose place is this anyway?" She asks, wondering.
	"One half of it is mine." I smile.
	"Yours?" She looks at me again, "Does anyone live here?"
	"No, my brother and I share it. He's the ski bum, using it in 
the winter, and I use it in the summer, when I can ride up here."
	Once inside, the roomy open living room and lofty ceiling 
feel open, yet safe and secure. I watch as she explores the cabin, 
finally coming back into the living room. I pull her to me as she 
is about to walk past.
	"Kiss me." I whisper, looking into her dark grey eyes.
	We kiss, wrapping ourselves around each other as we do. I 
feel her lips part, and my tongue caresses them gently as it 
passes, searching for her tongue. I feel her breasts, warm and 
soft, pressing against my chest. Her arms surround my head, 
bringing me to her, her hips move towards mine. We begin to melt 
into each other, feeling the world outside dissolve away. My hands 
move down her back, pulling her tightly to me. Her tongue tries to 
avoid mine, playfully trying to play hide 'n seek. It only 
heightens our passions, and we begin to caress each other all 
over. My hand finds her breast, sliding just the thumb and 
forefinger under it I lift and let it slide slowly and delicately 
back, squeezing it to a stop just before her nipple slides past. 
Her hand reaches down, finds my erection, bulging hard against my 
pants. She rubs me up and down, squeezes my shaft hard between all 
four fingers and the palm of her hand. I moan, pushing my hips 
forward.
	"Would you like me to build us a fire?" I ask as our kiss 
stops, our eyes inches apart.
	"Yes, that would be lovely." She replies.
	We settle in, with me starting a fire, and spreading blankets 
and some pillows by the large fireplace. She returns from outside, 
bringing our belongings from the bike into the house. 	We cuddle 
on the blanket, facing the fire, kissing and caressing each other, 
looking into each other's eyes.
	Her grey eyes reflect the fire, making it look as though the 
fire is IN her eyes, in her soul. My hand strays, down her 
shoulder, stroking her arm, fingertips lightly touching her 
forearms and hands. She's letting me touch her, feeling it, not 
trying to return it, but letting me please her. My head tilts as I 
kiss her neck. Softly, quietly, my lips touch her soft and 
sensitive skin, touching lightly and closing gently. My hand rises 
and I run my fingertips down her blouse, down the valley between 
her breasts, brushing only lightly against her full breasts.  My 
kisses continue slowly downward, spiraling around her neck, taking 
their time. My hand is stroking the valley between her breasts, 
and now, circling under them, again only lightly brushing her 
breasts. Her nipples are rising against the fabric, yearning to be 
touched. My lips reach her neckline, kissing down further, my 
tongue licking gently against the small hollow where her neck 
meets her chest. Using the arm behind her neck, I turn her face 
towards mine, and kiss her lightly on the lips.  My hand roams 
lower, lightly running down her stomach, circling around and then 
going lower again. I kiss her cheek, softly exhaling my warm 
breath against her skin. My hand has found her thigh, and I 
squeeze it gently. I tip my head back to her neckline, and while 
my hand roves and explores the inside of her thighs I begin to un-
button her blouse with my lips, kissing each newly exposed area as 
I kissed her neck.
	The fire is building along with our passions, flickering over 
her skin, casting dancing shadows around us. The fire warms us, 
making us feel our passions burning, heating us up. My fingers 
rake against her pants, feeling her skin underneath, warm and 
soft. I'm down to a button that's partially hidden beneath her 
pants, leaving her blouse open down the front. I move my hand and 
unbutton her pants while running my tongue from her navel to her 
neck, leaving a light dampness on her to catch the flickering 
firelight. My lips return and unfasten the last button, before my 
teeth grip and pull the zipper to her pants.  Slowwwly I pull the 
zipper down, teasing, and taunting.
	I sit up, gazing at her, her eyes closed, as my hands slide 
under her blouse, caressing her sides and stomach, sliding upwards 
towards her breasts. Her nipples are hard and stiff, showing 
through blouse and bra. My hands slowly arrive under her breasts, 
palms on her sides, I push them up and together, making them stand 
upright. Leaning over, my lips pull the blouse away, and I place 
my open mouth barely above her nipples, breathing soft warm air 
against them, one at a time. Her breathing is deeper, her back 
arching up slightly as her nipples try to find my mouth. I slide 
my hands behind her back, pulling her upright, her lips to mine 
and we kiss.
	Her tongue finds mine and dances wildly about. Her lips suck 
my tongue into her mouth, her arms under mine, hands against my 
shoulders, I'm being drawn deeper into her. Her blouse and bra 
fall away, leaving her breasts to move freely, free to be touched 
and caressed.  I lay her down, gently against the pillows, and 
move my lips quickly down her neck, down to her chest. Again I 
tease, breathing against her nipples, running my tongue around and 
under her beautifully full breasts. Her hands find my head, 
guiding me to her nipples. I take her nipple completely into my 
mouth, squeezing gently with my lips, letting it slowly slide out, 
holding on to it then letting go. I take the other nipple, running 
my tongue around her areola inside my mouth. I pull gently, 
pulling her nipple up and back from her breast, flicking the 
little bud with my tongue.
	The heat of the fire warms the room, and us. I move and slide 
her pants from her hips, taking her panties with them, making her 
naked in the warm fluttering firelight. I place a warm, breathy 
kiss on her shaved mons, grasping the tender, sensitive flesh 
between my lips, touching her nowhere else, I flick my tongue 
lightly over her hooded clit, making her gasp lightly.
	I stand, looking down at her, naked in firelight, as I 
unfasten the buttons on my sleeves. She looks at me, her hips 
moving, her breasts swaying as she breathes deeply. Fire dances in 
her eyes, yet her face is in shadow, looking away from the fire, 
at me. Could it be a reflection? Or is it that I have ignited her 
fire?
	She sits up, facing me, and begins by removing my socks, 
rolling them down my legs, then sliding her hands up my calves, 
caressing and touching them lightly. She sits up, her hands 
unfastening my belt and pants, her touch light, delicate, but 
urgent. She slides my pants to the floor, and kisses the insides 
of my thighs, as I step out of them. Her hands run up the legs of 
my boxer shorts, her nails lightly raking my skin. Her hands run 
around behind me, her finger tips touching the bottom of my 
cheeks. She leans forward, and kisses my hard cock through the 
fabric, blowing her hot breath against my balls. My cock flexes, 
looking for the exit from the confining material. Her hands slide 
down my thighs, and at the last second, she pulls the shorts down, 
holding on to the legs. My cock springs free, still surrounded by 
the long tail of my shirt.
	The shorts discarded, she begins unbuttoning my shirt, from 
the top down. She's kneeling, reaching up, her breasts touching me 
through the fabric of the shirt-tail. My cock is straining to 
touch her breasts. She works her way down slowly, teasing me, 
smiling up into my eyes. Is that really only a reflection?
	My shirt falls away, my cock nestled in her breasts, as she 
rubs them against me, pushing them against my balls. Her tongue 
flicks out, tasting the pearl drop at the end of my rigid cock. 
She bends her head, lifting my cock with one hand, she runs her 
tongue around one of my balls, flicking the soft skin surrounding 
it. She sucks one into her mouth, tracing random patterns on it 
with her tongue. Then the other. She kisses the inside of each 
thigh before she engulfs me with her mouth. I moan, tossing my 
head back. She holds me in her mouth, feeling the flexing and 
throbbing of my shaft. Licking around the head, and flicking the 
underside ridge hard, she begins to coax my balls with her 
fingertips.
  They're both hanging very low, away from my cock, and she cups 
them in her hand, weighing them, feeling the soft skin. She pauses 
to run her tongue over them, forcing me to moan again, as my cock 
stretches and reaches for her. I look down, and she sits back, 
legs open and inviting, supporting herself on one hand.  Her other 
hand reaches between her thighs, moving briefly, then she brings 
it to her right nipple, rubbing her slick juices around the 
areola, making them shine in the firelight. She looks up at me, 
fire still dancing in her eyes, and brushes her hand across her 
chest, licking her lips as she cups one tit up to me, inviting me 
to come on her.
	I can't stand it, and I kneel on the floor, pushing her back 
and laying her flat. I move between her legs, sliding my arms 
under her thighs, bringing my lips close to her pussy.
	"I want to taste you. I you to come in my mouth." I breathe 
hotly on her.
	My tongue touches her, sliding down from her mons, over her 
clit, and down to the lips of her pussy, licking the thick nectar 
from her, I continue down, down to her entry. I push my tongue in 
as far as it will go, moving it back and forth, up and down, 
teasing her pussy. Her hips move, lifting her up to meet my 
tongue. My tongue flicks lower still, teasing her just below her 
opening, the soft flesh damp with her fragrance. Her hips arch 
now, trying to thrust against me, her moans soft and purring.
	I run my hands lightly over her sides, my fingers sliding 
together at the middle of her stomach. Together my hands run up, 
fingertips lightly touching her, straight up from her stomach, 
between her breasts, flaring apart and circling her breasts. 
Circles within circles, each smaller that the one before, my 
fingertip caress, moving closer to her nipples. My tongue slides 
inside her pussy as my fingers find and squeeze her nipples, 
twisting and pulling on the hard little buds.
	She melts into my mouth, flowing like a river, wetting my 
tongue and face, her breathing is heavy, her hands pressing mine 
tightly against her breasts. I can see her mouth is open, forming 
soft O's as my tongue caresses her labia. Pulling each one of her 
pussy lips into my mouth, I flick my tongue over and around the 
soft warm skin, pulling and sucking it, making it taut against her 
pussy. I run my tongue against the sides of her thighs down to her 
pussy, pressing hard against her flesh.
	The heat of our bodies, the fire, our desires covers us with 
a fine layer of perspiration, just a light dampness that forms 
sparkles on her skin, reflecting the dancing firelight.
	My tongue runs down her bare mons, flicking rapidly over her 
sensitive and soft skin, leaving a wet trail towards its 
destination.  I use my tongue to part the folds of her flesh, 
exposing her clit, peeking boldly from under its hood. I circle it 
slowly, enjoying her reaction, her hips moving and swaying gently 
against my tongue. Faster I circle, running my tongue down her 
slit every few seconds, lapping up a thick rich cream from her 
opening, bringing my tongue back up to circle her clit again.
	I watch this beautiful creature respond, her skin soft and 
golden in the firelight, her breasts swaying gently with her 
breathing, her hips moving in a seductive rhythm, her breathing 
loud but soft too. I watch, waiting for the right moment, knowing 
that she will think me cruel, but thank me for it later. I want 
that moment to arrive quickly, or my burning passion will drive me 
out of control too, unable to prolong our ecstasy.
	The right moment arrives, I feel her body tensing, getting 
ready. I pull all contact away from her pussy, kissing her soft 
thighs instead. I can hear her breathing, see her hands cupping 
her breasts, her hips moving, looking for me, looking for contact. 
I run my hands under her ass, cupping and squeezing her cheeks, 
spreading them, kneading them. Her rush interrupted, she makes a 
pleading moan, begging for me to continue.
	Ignoring her pleas, my lips move to her mons, kissing her 
gently, high up away from her clit, teasing the soft flesh -- so 
close! So far away! Her hips move up, trying to offer the right 
spot. My tongue circles her navel drawing a wet circle before 
returning to her mons. Her moans are becoming insistent, short, 
and angry.
	My hands slide down, under her thighs, lifting them up, up 
and back, her knees back towards her chest. She is fully open to 
me now, and I can feel the burning heat from her pussy. I glide my 
tongue down the backs of her thighs, still teasing and prolonging 
her pleasant agony. Her musky aroma calls to me, driving me close 
to the edge. My tongue follows the inside of her thigh, coming 
close, promising to touch her clit, passing by the edge at the 
last second. She moans her disappointment, changing as my tongue 
finds her wet opening, flicking quickly around and diving inside. 
I feel her pussy grasp for my tongue, sending small waves of 
succulent cream in my mouth. Her wetness is all around me, on my 
face, my chin, her thighs, her mons, all slick from my tongue and 
her cream. Everywhere it seems, and I want to lick and taste it 
all.
  The urge to impale us both on my cock is so great, but I want 
her this way first even more. I put my mouth to her very wet 
opening and suck, wanting to suck the juices from her, to drink of 
her. Her small cries of pleasure excite me even more, telling me 
what I wanted. The time is right, and I move up with my tongue, 
flicking it back and forth, stopping just below her clit. Her hips 
move and buck, trying to get her clit under my tongue. I pull my 
head back, watching her hips move and pleaded for release, 
lowering her legs back by my sides.
	"Come for me baby." I whisper. "Come."
	I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, 
feeling her pulse throbbing from within her sensitive button. I 
slide two fingers inside her drenched pussy, trying to hold them 
open against her ever increasing contractions.  She moans softly, 
closing her legs around me, her pussy grabs and squeezes my 
fingers. My mouth is still, feeling the throbbing of her clit as 
she comes. I feel her juice run down my fingers, into my hand. I 
lay still, waiting for her first wave to pass, then my tongue 
caresses her soft flesh around her clit, starting another wave of 
intense pleasure. She cries out, shocked by the intensity.
	I sit up, licking her tasty cream from my fingers, sliding 
next to her in the firelight. I pull her close to me, feeling her 
warmth, her skin damp with our exertions. We kiss gently, lovingly 
my face still wet with her. My cock throbs against her stomach and 
mons, my balls resting against her sensitive clit.
	Now it is her turn to surprise me, as her tongue licks her 
cream from my face, my chin, tasting herself. Her hands pull me to 
her, urgent and wanting. I can feel my cock pressing against her, 
and she rolls me over onto my back. Again I see fire in her eyes, 
dancing wildly. If only I could really be sure it was a 
reflection...
	She slides down me, sensuously, my cock sliding up between 
her breasts. She presses her breasts against my cock, and works me 
up and down, licking at the head as it comes up. She raises 
herself and leans up, kissing my nipple and circling the small 
areola with her tongue. She takes it into her mouth, pulling and 
suckling on it, making my cock flex and throb against her. She 
chuckles wickedly around my nipple, her hands roaming my body.
	She moves down, laying between my legs, and starts kissing my 
thighs, her hands sliding under my hips, cupping my ass, squeezing 
gently. Her tongue finds the sensitive line between my balls, 
following it up and down, making me moan loudly. She lifts my 
balls, tonguing the underside of their sacks, and the soft flesh 
above my nether hole.
  I feel soft warm breaths blowing against the damp skin, her 
tongue flicking up and down. My legs quiver, my back arches, and I 
moan again. She is driving me slowly insane, bringing my lusts and 
desires all to the surface, threatening to boil me over. Her 
tongue returns to my balls, playfully teasing them, ignoring my 
rigid cock that demands her touch, her tongue. She sucks each ball 
into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, sending me into a 
dream world of pleasure, not sensing anything but her mouth upon 
me.
	All at once, her mouth in around my cock, sucking me down. I 
moan, and raise my hips, trying to bury myself within her. Her 
hand cups and fondles my balls, while her tongue slides down my 
shaft, flicking and teasing me, making me rigid with pleasure. She 
takes the head into her mouth, tonguing it with large circles. Her 
hand grasps my shaft, squeezing it tightly, her fingertips 
pressing it against her palm. I flex, and she feels the head 
swell, trying to fill her mouth. Her head descends, swallowing me 
deep into her mouth, the head pressing against the entry to her 
throat. As she pulls back, my cock glistens in the yellow 
firelight. Down again, this time my cock passes into her throat, 
and I feel her lips pulling me into her.
	"Ohhhhhh GOD!" I moan.
	She repeats this several times, until my cock is covered with 
a shiny wetness from her mouth. Her hands run over my chest and 
stomach, teasing the sparse, coarse hairs, making my nipples hard 
and erect.
	"I want to fuck you NOW!" The words come out as I sit up 
grabbing her arms and pulling her up to me. Then softer, "All 
night; I want you all night!"
	"Yes." She sighs back, "Fuck me all night long, love me all 
night."
	We embrace and kiss as I roll over on top of her, her legs 
parting and wrapping around me. I arch my back, sliding my cock 
into her, warm and slick from our teasing. I feel every warm inch 
of her as my cock slides deep into her depths, and I lay still as 
we kiss, locked together, joined.
	We begin to rock each other, the movements of our bodies in 
rhythm. I lift my head to stare into her eyes, seeing the fire 
again. Her smile is that of infinite pleasure, matching mine. She 
stares back into my eyes, seeing the passion burning within. Our 
movements are gaining in speed and intensity, thrusting harder 
each time. I feel the pressure welling up within, knowing that I 
will not be able to contain it.
	"Yesss." She hisses, "I can feel it in you, let it come. Come 
in me."
	I moan at her words, the building pressure demands release. I 
am at the edge now, my control is dying quietly, not protesting.
	She squeezes her pussy tight around me, smiling up as she 
does. She is a wicked one, and she knows it. Her hands cup her 
breasts, offering them to my lips, and I lean down, sucking the 
right one long and hard. I feel her contract again, her eyes 
closed, a soft moan coming from her lips.
	I lean forward, sliding my hands under her ass, cupping her 
in my hands, lifting her to me, slamming us together. Her legs 
rise and lock around my back, her breathing as heavy and ragged as 
mine. We're both on the edge now, both of us embroiled in our 
carnal lusts.
	My control gone, I hiss lustily into her ear. "I'm going to 
fill you, fill you up with come. Fuck you, come deep inside you, 
filling you until it drips from your cunt."
	"Yessss, ohhhh, yesss" She hisses back.
	"I'm going to shoot gobs of hot come inside you, filling you, 
making you hot and wet with my come, spurting and spurting, coming 
and coming in you!"
	My thrusts are long and hard, trying to shove myself ever 
deeper into her, my hands grabbing her ass and pulling her to me, 
I can feel her tightening and squeezing me. A bubbling pressure is 
rising up, and we can both feel it in each other.
	Her short reply sends us both over. "Fill me with come!"
	My hips surge forward, burying my cock deep inside her, a hot 
stream of come bursting free, splashing inside her. Locked 
together, joined, we both shudder as we feel the sperm flowing 
inside. My hips pull back and drive forward again, firing more hot 
creamy come deep into her pussy. Both of us are moaning, feeling 
the throbbing of each other, the heat, the release of our lusts, 
the flow of come. Her hands pull my head to hers and we kiss, 
completing the joining, arms, legs, loins and tongues, we are 
coming together in an intense burning fire. My cock swells again, 
and we moan, feeling our hot juices flowing together, flowing 
around my throbbing cock and her hot pussy. Again more sperm 
gushes into her. And again. And again. Oh God, I can't stop, it 
feels like my soul in draining into her, through my cock, spurting 
and splashing deep inside her pussy.  Her tongue is mating with 
mine, and it feels like our mouths are coming too. I feel like I'm 
trying to suck her into me, and she is trying to suck me into her. 
Another surge pulses deep into her cunt, and I feel spent, 
drained. Her legs squeeze me tight, pulling me into her sopping 
pussy. A short spurt again, and I finally am fully spent.
	We lay there, still joined, holding each other tightly, lips 
and tongues still dancing, a joyful warmth between our legs. My 
hands are squeezing her ass, pulling her tight against my cock. 
Her legs are still holding me tight against her pussy, sopping and 
filled. We kiss for long minutes, enjoying the warmth, the glow 
from our passions, the flicker of the fireplace.
	Neither of us knew when, or how, but we found our passions 
renewed, burning again. Still locked together, we moved and our 
hips began to slowly pick up the rhythm again. We looked into each 
other's eyes, both amazed at the desires we saw. Both of us seeing 
fires burning. As we moved, I could feel a wetness dripping down 
onto my balls, making her ass slick and wet. I pulled her up from 
the floor and leaned back, still inside her, and then I laid back, 
her on top of me. I could feel our mixed come dripping from her, 
making me wet. Her face showed lust and passion as my cock drove 
home deep inside. I had her turn around, facing my feet, staying 
deep and hard within her. Our hips moved, and the strange angle 
excited us both. After a moment, I pulled her hips to mine, and 
slid up behind her on my knees, feeling her pressing back against 
me.
	Kneeling behind her, and moving again in a primal motion, I 
reached down placing my hands between her legs, letting the slick 
wetness drip into my hand. I began by rubbing it against her bare 
mons, spreading the creamy stuff over her stomach. Each time I 
reached down to her dripping pussy, I rubbed her clit, and felt 
her hips move roughly against mine. I cupped a breast in my 
soaking hand, rubbing our come over the nipple, spreading it down 
the valley between her breasts. The more I did this the harder and 
more rigid my cock felt.
	"I want to cover you, make you wet all over tonight." I 
breathed in her ear.
	Her moaning sent me to a new height of carnality and lusting 
for her. For her pleasure, for OUR pleasure! I pulled out of her 
pussy, holding my hands against her, feeling what must have been 
gallons of our come flow into my hands. I spread this over her 
mons, her stomach, her breasts and her ass, making her glisten in 
the firelight.
	"Yesss," She moaned, "make me wet, ohhhh, I'm so wet!"
	She turned suddenly, her eyes dancing with fire. This time I 
was sure the fire was there, in her eyes, her face half in shadow. 
Her hand reached deep between her legs, returning wet and shiny in 
the dim light.  She raised her fingers to her lips, her tongue 
tasting, licking sensuously at her fingers. Her eyes shone, as she 
held her hand to me, and I repeated her tasting with my tongue, 
tasting my come mixed with hers. Her hand touched my chest, and 
spread the wetness against my nipples, down my stomach.
	"Ohhh, yes!" I breathed. "Both of us wet and slick, all night 
long."
	Her hand reached her vulva again, and this time she ran her 
hand from her lips, down her neck and over her breasts. My hand 
touched her pussy, sending electric pulses through her. We kissed 
as my hand rubbed her, spreading the slick wetness again over her 
mons and her ass.
	We moved together again, kneeling, me behind her, grabbing 
her ass and sliding deep into her sopping wetness. I began to fuck 
her hard, not being the delicate lover from before, but letting my 
carnal being take control. She slammed back against me, the flesh 
of her ass rippling with each stroke, her breasts swaying and 
bouncing under her. I saw us reflected in the large glass windows, 
and my lust crazed mind took over, painting a fantasy for us both.
	"Look at the window." I said, "Look at them as if they're two 
other people watching us. Look at him, grabbing her ass and 
fucking her hard and deep."
	"Yesss. Hard and deep." She chanted back.
	"See how she's fucking him back? Bucking her hips, her tits 
moving. Now watch, watch what he does."
	I reached down, making my hand wet again, and rubbed it over 
her tits.
	"See, her tits are wet with come. His and hers, hot come 
rubbed against her tits."
	"Ohh, yes, feels sooo good." She said, "I can feel it."
	"Can you feel me inside you? Fucking you hard?"
	"Yesss. I love it. Fuck me!" She hissed.
	"FUCK you? Fuck your hot dripping pussy!!?" I asked loudly.
	"Ohh, yes, hard." her voice almost a whisper.
	I rammed hard against her ass, making her flesh ripple, her 
breasts bounce and making her gasp. I leaned forward and cupped 
her hanging tits, feeling them move as we pounded each other. My 
hips charged again and again, my cock slipping wetly inside her 
hot pussy.
	She lowered her shoulders to the floor, raising her ass to my 
thrusts. I grabbed her and roughly slammed into her. I wanted to 
be deeper inside her, to fill her with come all over again. I 
could feel the pressure mounting, building for another release.
	I moved my legs outside of hers, and after placing a pillow 
under her, pushed her hips to the floor. I fucked in a blind, 
furious frenzy now, my balls slapping against her clit. Her soft 
ass and pussy seemed to envelope me with each stroke, protesting 
and grabbing for me as I pulled back. Her hips moved up to meet 
mine on every stroke, and we fucked for what seemed like hours, 
the aroma of our bodies filling the air, making it lusty and warm.
	I felt a twinge. From her or me I couldn't tell. It didn't 
matter now, we were one, feeling what the other felt, merged, 
joined, carnal. I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her down 
onto me hard, feeling her cervix against the head of my cock.
	"Come baby. Come." I moaned. "Drench me in your sweet juice."
	Her pussy contracted, and I felt the surging rise of a 
volcano. Again I felt her pussy, her legs coming together, and I 
plunged deep into her. Her legs locked together, my balls against 
her vulva, feeling her tighten and release, trying to milk my 
cock. The volcano erupted deep and hot within her depths, washing 
her with cream. Her pussy kept milking and squeezing me, and I 
felt gush after hot gush of come flooding into her cunt. Her ass, 
soft and warm was hard and firm as she clenched and gripped me. 
Again and again my come gushed into her, and we both moaned.
	Sweating and exhausted, we laid on our sides, my cock going 
soft within her, my arms wrapped protectively around her, pulling 
her to me. I licked her neck, teasing the fine hairs, feeling 
warm, happy, and content.
	I looked up at the fire, seeing it had turned mostly to hot 
embers, with just a few flames dancing about. I recalled her eyes, 
wondering again if the fire was only a reflection. I felt her 
squeeze my softening cock with her pussy and hugged her.
	Her hand reached back, caressing my hip and thigh, and she 
murmured quiet, breathy, and sexy. "Thank you."
	I purred against her neck, kissing her softly. We touched and 
stroked each other gently, realizing that this was the way we both 
wanted it to be. Wrapped in a warm, lazy, fuzzy haze of smiling 
contentment, we both hugged each other, and drifted off into a 
deep contented sleep.


CHAPTER 3: Camping


  Morning found us still cuddled in the main room on the blanket, 
the fire still giving off a faint warm glow. The sun was filtering 
in through the large glass covered walls, lighting the room 
cheerfully. I awakened first, and did my best not to wake her as I 
moved back. I looked down at her, curled up, one arm over her 
breasts, the other under her head and pillow. She looked like an 
innocent angel, smiling in her sleep. I wrapped my still warm side 
of the blanket around her as I went off to make some coffee.
  I was gratified to see her still curled up and sleeping when I 
returned with the steaming, aromatic brew. I waved it slowly under 
her nose, watching her awaken.
  "Morning beautiful." I said softly, leaning over and kissing her 
cheek.
  "Hmmmm. Hi." She said blearily, and accepted the warm drink, 
sipping carefully and eyeing my nakedness.
  "Thank you for last night." I purred, smiling.
  She chuckled, and touched my knee, stroking her hand gently over 
my thigh.
  "I've warmed the shower for you, or for us both." I smiled back 
at her.
  "Perfect." She said. "I must look awful."
  "Why do women think that way?" I asked, laughing. "You've just 
given me the best night of my life, and you're worried that I 
think you look awful."
  We joked and kidded each other, and she made disparaging 
comments about my scratchy face, while I make comments about her 
rumpled hair, both of us laughing. We showered together playfully, 
both of us feeling light and giddy from the night before. We 
kissed under our manufactured waterfall, and began to kindle our 
passions once again. We held off, knowing we'd have time later, 
after we'd hiked to a quiet place and set up our tent.
  Her worries over clothing were solved by the spare clothing my 
sister-in-law kept at the cabin. She selected some shorts, a 
comfortable chambray top, and a light jacket for the evening. 
While she checked her backpack, I slipped several other articles 
into mine, smiling and thinking about tonight. We set off after 
securing the "homestead", walking hand in hand down a trail.
  It was not much of a hike, three miles over easy trails and 
several ridges, but it took us until mid-afternoon since we were 
easily distracted by the views from ridge tops and, once, a doe 
with two fawns grazing close by.
  Our destination was what I called my "perfect shelf". A small, 
flat, sparsely wooded area, about three hundred yards down from 
the ridge top, with a sharp drop-off, and overlooking a beautiful 
valley winding its way through the Sierras. A small stream 
meandered across the valley floor, visible only when the sun 
reflected off its silvery surface. We set up our tent, our 
portable nylon home, and spread a blanket down near the edge of 
shelf. In the warm late afternoon sun we sat and watched the 
animals on the slopes across the valley, and the eagles and hawks 
soaring above. We listened to the silence of the mountains, 
hearing only the light breeze singing to us through the trees.
  We talked for a while, about camping, about wilderness, about 
the freedom from the maddening crushing rush of city life. We 
talked until my stomach made a rude noise, demanding to be fed. 
She laughed loud and long and patted my tummy, until hers agreed 
with mine that food was overdue. We walked back to our tent, arm 
in arm, to find something to eat.
  While we ate, we talked about our difficulties in finding new 
and different fantasies and stories to send each other, trying to 
make each one better. We laughed when we each told stories of the 
urge to constantly dial up to see what the next story would bring.
  When we finished eating, I reached into my pack, pulling out 
several bundles of various colored fabric. I handed her a T-shirt, 
and a pair of silky nylon shorts, saying we'd be more comfortable 
lounging about in these. We both put on our T-shirts and nylon 
shorts, her in the tent, while I stayed outside. The fit was loose 
and comfortable, just the thing for a warm sunny day. She unzipped 
the tent and stepped out, smiling and posing for me.
  "How do I look?"
  I gave an appreciative whistle and licked my lips. Her full 
breasts, now unrestrained behind the fabric, moved with a sensual 
motion, the nipples pressing hard against the powder blue 
material.  Her legs looked long and shapely, descending from the 
black, high cut, nylon shorts.
  "That good?" She laughed, nodding at the protrusion showing 
against my own dark blue nylon shorts. I walked over to her and 
kissed her, drawing her against me to feel her soft, warm breasts 
against me again. We kissed for several long moments before we put 
on sandals and walked about, exploring our small shelf.
  The way her body moved, dressed only in a t-shirt and loose, 
silky nylon shorts stirred my desires as we walked around. The 
feeling of the soft warm breezes caressing us in unusual places, 
the feeling of the soft satiny fabric against our skin, the sun 
warming us, all combining to make the two of us feel both dressed 
and undressed. I watched as the soft flesh of her ass rip-pled 
when she stepped over rocks and branches, her breasts moving 
erotically when she reached out to me for a steadying hand. She 
moved away from me at one point, to look at some wildflowers, 
turning around to watch me walk to her, her eyes watching the 
motions of my shaft through the skimpy nylon.
  We reached the edge of the shelf, looking down on a slightly 
different view of the valley, appreciating the beauty of it all. I 
moved behind her and circled my arms around her, holding her 
against me. My arms, just below her breasts, squeezed her in a 
gentle hug.
  "Hmmmm. It's so beautiful and quiet up here." She said softly.
  I said nothing, holding her warmth against me, and I kissed the 
side of her neck softly. I felt her sigh, her body leaning gently 
back against me, and I kissed her neck again. Her hands caressed 
my arms with light gentle touches, both of us feeling the slow 
fires beginning to build. I turned my hand and raised it, cupping 
a breast, lifting it up and gently squeezing it. My thumb brushed 
against her nipple, feeling it already fully erect. I used my 
tongue and gently licked up the side of her neck, breathing 
against the damp trail it left. She moaned softly, her head 
tilting, her hair flowing to follow her movements.
  Her hand touched the back of my bare thigh, sliding up to cup my 
cheek, pulling us together and making my cock swell. She could 
feel the hardening shaft against her buttocks, moving upwards, 
sliding over the silky fabrics that separated us. I cupped and 
squeezed both her breasts in my hands in return, pulling her back 
against my chest. She turned her head and our lips met, the kiss 
slightly awkward, neither of us caring. My fingers found her 
nipples, standing firm against the shirt, caressing them and 
circling around her areola. Her hand moved around my thigh, 
sliding easily under the loose nylon, and grasped my cock, 
squeezing me into her hand. Our passions flared hotly and I turned 
her around, kissing her again, my hands pulling her into me, never 
wanting to let go. We stood, kissing each other intensely, 
passionately, feeling our hearts pound together.
  We broke the kiss, looking into each other's eyes for long 
moments before we started back, arm in arm, towards our camp. I 
watched her breasts sway as we walked, admiring their sensual 
movements, feeling my cock harden and threaten to peek out of the 
shorts. We walked near the edge of our shelf, until we found our 
blanket, warm and inviting in the sun. We laid down on the 
blanket, kissing each other briefly. She spotted a curious stone 
by the foot of the blanket and crawled down to pick it up. Her 
hips moved in a fascinating way as she crawled down the blanket, 
and as she picked up the stone I saw her shaved pussy through the 
loose legs of her shorts. My cock swelled up and moved the flimsy 
nylon of my shorts aside, showing its head to the world. As she 
moved back, I reached my hand out, sliding it up her thigh and the 
leg of her shorts, cupping my hand against her mound, surprising 
her enough for her to gasp. Quickly she stopped moving back, and 
her hips swayed as she rubbed herself against my hand. She was 
damp from walking about in the skimpy nylon, and our passionate 
kissing. I held her in my hand for several long seconds, gently 
caressing her thigh as I withdrew my hand.
  "What do you have there?" I asked in a conversational tone.
  "Take a look." She said handing over the stone to me. "What do 
YOU think it looks....like..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes 
fixed on my swollen cockhead peeking from my shorts, the shaft 
outlined by the fabric.
  I looked at the stone, just about to comment when her hand 
pulled the loose fabric away from the rest of my shaft, baring my 
cock to the sun, the breeze. Her hand grasped me firmly and it was 
her turn to fondle and arouse. The stone was weathered and shaped 
into a remarkable likeness of phallus, the head plainly visible. I 
tried to make a comment and found her hand was moving so sensually 
on me that I could not speak at all. I closed my eyes and enjoyed 
it.
  Her mouth met mine, her tongue parted my lips, entering quickly 
to find my tongue. My hands found her breasts, full and inviting, 
squeezing them and rubbing my palms over her nipples. Her hand 
released me, sliding down to cup my balls, the sacks hanging low 
and full. My arms encircled her, pulling her down with me, as I 
moved to get under her hips. She brought her leg up and over, 
straddling me and laying down on my chest. Our tongues dances and 
flirted, chasing each other from mouth to mouth fanning our flames 
of lust. Her hips pinned my naked cock against me, and she rocked 
her hips, stroking me, and pressing me hard against our lower 
stomachs. My hands grabbed for her smooth ass, finding the nylon 
in the way. I slid my hands under the nylon shorts, pushing the 
fabric together. Her hips moved back, making the shorts tight 
around my hands, pressing the fabric against her ass and pussy. I 
pulled the fabric tight against her, feeling her body respond to 
the pres-sure between her legs. She moaned softly into my mouth. I 
pulled the black nylon aside, sliding my fingers down between her 
cheeks, lightly caressing the lips of her pussy, feeling her 
earlier dampness turning to unabashed wetness. Our kiss broke and 
we spoke simultaneously.
  "I want you inside me"
  "I want to be inside you"
  We paused and looked into each other's fiery eyes, each seeing a 
frightening reflection of our own carnal lusting. Passions boiled 
over, and we both let go of ourselves completely. Her hips rose, 
freeing my shaft to stand as she lowered her demanding pussy onto 
my engorged cock. Deeper and deeper I went, feeling engulfed by 
her. Her eyes closed and she softly sighed a moan of pleasure. We 
began moving against each other, feeling the loose silky nylon 
against us, binding occasionally, bringing our lust to a higher 
level yet. I ran my hands up under her shirt, up to her swaying 
breasts, grabbing and squeezing them gently, letting them fall 
into my hands.
  "Suck me. Suck my nipples." She breathed.
  I slid my hands out from under her shirt, and brought them up 
between her breasts. I grabbed her shirt front with both hands and 
ripped the front of her shirt open, leaning my head up to kiss and 
suck her nipples.
  "Ohh. Ohh God, Yes!" She moaned.
  I sucked her nipples hard, pinching them between my lips, 
circling her areola with my tongue. My hands clawed at the back of 
her shirt, ripping it too, so my hands could feel her, touch her. 
Her pussy gripped me hard, trying to squeeze me tight, making me 
swell inside her. I pulled and shredded her shirt, trying to touch 
her all over, my lips teasing each nipple into rigid hardness.
  She sat upright suddenly, her hips rocking wildly. Her hands 
clutched at my shirt, pulling hard, tearing it open. Her hands 
grabbed my nipples, her fingers pinching and twisting them, making 
my hips arch, my cock bulge deep inside her.
  "Oh, yes!" We both cried together.
  My hands pulled against the restraining nylon, tearing it apart 
at the seams, baring her ass. She ripped my shirt again, making a 
long tearing sound as the fabric protested. We pulled and ripped 
each other's clothes until shreds hung about us, our wild 
undulations making them caress us with each powerful stroke.
  I rolled her over onto her back, her legs locking around my 
waist. Her hands clawed at my back, tearing the shirt, grabbing 
and pulling it free. Savagely we fucked each other, thrusting our 
hips harder and harder, our total energies focused only on our 
lust. Her hands pulled the remnants of my shorts apart, ripping 
the last of it from me, baring me to the world and carrying us 
both deeper into our carnal bliss. I moved her legs over my 
shoulders, lifting her cunt against me. I grabbed her hips and 
slammed into her hard and fast, watching the rippling of her 
thighs and her breasts as I tried to bury myself completely inside 
her fiery wetness. For us there is only the burning fires between 
our legs, our passion for each other, the feeling of our hips 
driving together, the touch of our skin, the world no longer 
exists while we float in our primitive, carnal universe.
  I feel a tightness, pressure. Her legs slide off my shoulders, 
wrapping again around my waist, locking and squeezing me tight. 
Her pussy contracts, gripping me so tight I feel like I'll 
explode. Her hips arch. Then again. I pull her hips up and back, 
pulling her onto me, impaling her on my cock. Her legs shake and 
tremble as her orgasm wracks her, washing over her like a long 
wave. Her hands clench against the blanket tightly, her breasts 
heaving up and down. I slow down, but I can't stop moving, my own 
lust drives me on. Her legs begin to relax and I move faster 
again. And faster yet. Her legs clamp down again, her hips 
arching, her hands clenching her breasts. Sweat is breaking out 
all over us, the fragrance of her passion is maddening. Her soft 
moans and cries drive me over the edge.
  "Ohh. Ohh GODDD!" I shout. "I... want to... FILL... You!"
  Her pussy contracts again, grabbing, squeezing, milking me. 
Balls slap against her wet ass, wet from her own juice. My cock 
plunges again and again each time glistening with her savory 
wetness.
  "Ohhh YES!" I moan again. "I'm...gonna COME!"
  Her moaning cries penetrate my lust fogged brain, tugging deep 
down, pulling a string holding the gate to my dam.
  "COME!" I shout. "I'm going to...FILL YOU...with COME!"
  I feel it rising, forcing its way up my cock, forcing its way 
past her
clenching pussy, her legs locking solidly around my hips, arching 
up to receive my sperm. Out of control, I stammer, my brain 
draining through my cock.
  "I...I...I'm gonna FILL your cunt with COME! Oh GOD!"
  A primal need slams my hips forward just as my cock floods her 
with my hot flowing come. Backs arched with both feel the massive 
throbbing of my cock, deep inside her, we feel the hot gushes of 
my come, washing up inside her and flowing back. I slam forward 
again, my cock pulsing and spewing more thick hot come deep 
inside. Again I gush into her, her pussy gripping, and milking it 
from me. Another gush washes her. And another. And another. I 
can't stop, my whole being is entering her. Another gush of come. 
More. Again I spurt.
  Long seconds pass, the only sound we hear is our own breathing. 
Slowly the carnal haze lightens, and we look at each other, 
feeling like our very souls have been intertwined. Tears well up 
in our eyes, and I lean down, kissing her gently, but 
passionately. Her warm arms surround me, pulling me tight against 
her. Her legs squeeze me, keeping me inside her, not wanting to 
let me go.
  My hands come up and caress her face, her neck, her shoulders. 
Our kiss ends, and we stare silently into each other's eyes. I see 
a warm glow in her dark grey eyes, filling me with pleasure and 
contentment. She lifts her head and kisses me quickly and lightly 
on my cheek, my chin, and lastly on the tip of my nose. Her smile 
is radiant, and her eyes are shining up at me.
  "Ohhh God!" I whisper. "The things you DO to me!"
  Her reply is a warm hug, and I lean down on my elbows, snuggling 
close to her. I kiss her cheeks, her chin and nip-kiss my way down 
her neck. I want to be close like this, keep this feeling, make it 
last.
  "Ooooh! Look!" She says, indicating the reddening sky. The 
setting sun was lighting the sky, painting with exotic hues of 
yellow, red and pink. Our vantage was perfect. Without moving we 
could turn our heads and watch the sky turn from orange to pink, 
to red, and finally to a deep blue-black as night began to fall. 
We watched, feeling the cooler breezes of the evening begin to 
stir. The stars began to appear, and we watched, locked together, 
embracing each other until the stars chased the blue sky over the 
horizon.
  We strolled back to our camp naked, removing the tatters of our 
clothes, talking about how that urged us into a raging, carnal, 
lust. We found some warmer clothes to chase off the cooler night 
air, cleaned each other off, and settled down with a small 
campfire, cooking our dinner while we talked. Each time our eyes 
met, there was a look. A look that needed no words. We ate, and 
cuddled up by the fire, watching it's flames dance and chase off 
the coolness of the night. We gazed up at the stars, seeing the 
entire Milky Way stretched out before us, and knew how our 
ancestors were awed by its spectacular display. We talked about 
man reaching the stars, and about making love in the weightless 
void between them. Finally, we covered the fire, and crawled 
inside our tent.

  The single tent-candle cast a shadowed flickering light around 
the tent as we undressed each other tenderly, kissing here and 
there as we went. We crawled into our sleeping bags, zipped 
together to form a single large one, and kissed. Our hands 
explored each other, caressing, gentle, softly touching. Our kiss 
was quiet and easy, and we fell into each other's arms. Her grey 
eyes sparkled in the candlelight, looking deep into my being, as 
if she were searching for the answer to a question never asked. I 
kissed her again, not wanting her to ask the question, not wanting 
to think about the answer. She seemed to sense my motive and 
returned the kiss warmly and passionately. I put my hand on the 
back of her head and kissed her back. Our tongues were caressing 
each other, lingering and sweet.
  My hand moved down her neck, caressing her back, her arm, the 
graceful curve of her waist, and down to her soft warm cheeks. I 
squeezed her behind tenderly, pulling her hips to mine as we lay 
on our sides. I felt her nipples brushed mine, sending a small 
jolt down deep, and I felt myself start to rise against her thigh. 
Her hand against my chest pushed me onto my back, and she slid 
down inside the sleeping bags, turning around as she went. I felt 
her hair brush over my thighs, then her lips on my swelling shaft. 
She laid her hips down at an angle, not wanting my tongue on her, 
no..not yet.
  She kissed my shaft, licking the underside up and down, sliding 
her tongue wetly over the velvety smooth skin. She moved down 
slightly, running her kisses and tongue down to my balls, sucking 
each one into her mouth, gently teasing it with her tongue. She 
used her hair to caress me, pulling it lightly across my thighs, 
between my legs, over my now hard cock. She kissed my thighs, 
moving up from above each knee, taking her time, teasing me. I 
sighed my approval, enjoying her playfulness. She arched slightly 
and her hands lifted my sacks, her tongue sliding down quickly, 
licking me underneath and below. I moaned and spread my legs 
further, giving her better access to me. I felt her breath, warm 
and sensual on the damp areas her tongue had left. My cock 
throbbed, and I let a moaning sigh escape.
  She rolled onto her side, her hand sliding up and caressing my 
stomach. I saw her shaved mons, seductive and enticing in the dim 
glow from the candle. I licked my finger and ran it over her 
smooth, sensitive skin there, eliciting a sigh from her. When I'd 
almost reached her clit, she moved away, laying down again, this 
time her mouth engulfing the head of my cock. She dart-ed her 
tongue over the tip, licking the pre-cum from it, and circling the 
edge. Her mouth slowly descended onto me, her lips caressing my 
sensitive areas. One hand moved down my thigh, tantalizingly slow, 
her fingernails lightly playing over the skin. Her other hand 
moved down and played with my balls, cupping them, lifting them, 
teasing the area just underneath. My hips ached, wanting to arch 
up, and I let them slowly move towards her.
  She continued to suck me deeper into her mouth. Just when I 
thought she was about to swallow me whole, she reversed and slowly 
came up. Again and again she slowly teased me, holding me deep in 
her mouth, feeling me throb with lust. I looked at her ass, and 
caressed her gently, feeling the damp perspiration on her back. 
The tent was warm, very warm, as our two bodies radiated the heat 
of our lust. She blew against my cock, making it feel cool, even 
inside the warm sleeping bag. I pulled the top of the bag off of 
her, cooling us both. Naked and sweating, she slowly descended on 
my cock again, her mouth pulling me in. Now she stopped, and 
teased me, her hands caressing my hips. She started back up, 
stopped, and slid easily down the full length of me. I felt the 
head touch the slick velvety skin of her throat, then down, deeper 
until she had fully swallowed me.
  I moaned loud and long, floating on a cloud of ecstasy. She 
moved up my shaft and down again, not going deep. Several strokes 
and then she would swallow me down, deep into her mouth. I could 
feel my orgasm rising, like a string being pulled through me. 
Again she took me into her throat, and rising up, released my 
cock, just on the verge of my orgasm.
  "Good GOD!" I moaned. "I never wanted you to stop!"
  She smiled and worked her jaw, showing me that it must have 
ached. I sat up and kissed her, pinching a nipple as I did.
  "Let me do you." I whispered. "I want to taste you again."
  She laid down and I started by kissing the insides of her thighs 
from her knees up to her shaved mons, carefully avoiding any 
contact with her most sensitive areas. I lightly dragged my short 
hair against one thigh, teasing her as she had me. I moved up, 
kissing her around the edges of her stomach, down to the juncture 
where her thighs form the sides of her triangle. Licking the 
crease above her thighs, I followed around, drawing and outline of 
her triangle with my tongue. Her sighs and her smile pleased me, 
letting me know I was pleasing her. I raised each leg, kissing and 
gently running my tongue over the sensitive backs of her thighs, 
going from knee to her slit, stopping before reaching her fragrant 
wetness. I ran my tongue between her thigh and labia, licking and 
tasting her sweet dampness. Sweat rolled off my back, and I could 
see her breasts gleaming in the flickering light. I waited for 
several moments, not touching her, letting her stretch out her 
senses, then I leaned forward, flicking the tip of my tongue over 
her hooded clit.
  She brought her hips up, gasping at the surprise. I parted the 
folds of her lips with my tongue, tasting a sweet cream on her, 
and licked her from top to bottom several times. I sucked her 
button into my mouth, pulling it away from her, flicking wildly 
with my tongue. Back arched, she grabbed her breasts, gasping and 
breathing loudly. I let go, letting her clit slide out of my mouth 
slowly, then slid two, then three fingers inside her. I lay 
between her legs, my mouth over her pussy, moving my fingers in 
and around, spreading them wide, lapping her flowing juices. Her 
breathing began to stutter, her legs trembled, and I stopped, 
doing to her what she'd done to me.
  "No!" She cried. "Don't stop! Ohhh GOD! Don't stop now!"
  I waited. She reached for her pussy, and I pushed her hand away, 
and rubbed my wet fingers over her mons.
  "I'll make you come." I said. "And come, and come, and come."
  "Ohhhhhhh."
  I laid down and attacked her pussy, licking her in a crazed 
lust. Three fingers inside, stroking her, pumping her. My tongue 
lapped her sweet cream, spreading over her clit, her soft, bare 
mons, her thighs. My lips found her clit, throbbing and erect.  I 
pressed them against her clit, keeping up the rhythm of its 
throbbing. She came. I felt her pussy contract around my fingers, 
her juice flowing like water into my hand. I buried my face in her 
wetness, licking up as much of her as I could. Her pussy 
contracted around my probing tongue, squeezing me out of her, 
denying me access. Thick white cream poured out of her, soaking my 
face and neck. She rolled from side to side, moaning and breathing 
hard. I caressed her thighs, gently kissing her mons and resting 
my head on her hip.
  Long minutes went by before her hands urged me to slid up to her 
face.
  "Ohhh, you're sooo good to me!" She purred. Then looking at me 
in the dim candlelight, she laughed "You're all wet!"
  "So're you!" I laughed back.
  She kissed me, tasting her own come, getting some on her face 
too. I took a finger, and wet it with her come from my chin, 
rubbing it on her nipples. The feel of her slick wetness against 
her nipples made her moan again, and I bent down, licking it off 
her areola.
  "It's your turn to come now." She said softly.
  I told her that her pussy had taken a pounding this weekend, and 
we didn't want it sore tomorrow. I knelt in front of her, and she 
grabbed my cock, stroking gently.
  "Hmmmm." She said. "You want to come on my breasts?"
  "Ohhhh yes." I replied eagerly. "Why don't you jack me off onto 
your nice hard nipples?"
  "Ohmm. Feel your cock throb and pulse, shooting that hot sperm 
all over my nice soft tits? Is that what you want?"
  "Yessss." I sighed softly.
  "I'd love to feel you cock spurt." She hissed to me lustily. 
"Feel your cock swelling in my hand, spurting your thick come all 
over my tits."
  "Ohh yessss."
  "You want to come on my nipples?"
  "Yesss."
  "Shoot your hot come on my tits? See it dripping from my 
nipples?"
  "Ahhhhh yesss."
  "Watch me lick your cock after you come?"
  "Ohhhh"
  "Fuck my nipples and come?"
  "Huhhhhh"
  She pressed the head of my cock against her nipple, her hand 
stroking me against it, the pre-cum making her nipple slippery. 
Her breast was soft and warm, and I watched it ripple as her hand 
jacked me against it.
  "C'mon sweetie, give me your come. Shoot your hot, thick come 
all over me. Shoot it all over my tits.  Let me taste you!"
  I felt it starting when she started to tease me with her words, 
and now I came in a rush, feeling it surging forth, swelling my 
cock.
  "Yes, you're going to COME! COME! All over my tits!"
  My cock remembered the previously aborted orgasm and now I came 
with a vengeance. Thick white sperm shot from my cock like a water 
from a hose, and running across her breasts. Again I gushed 
another stream against her right breast and nipple, thick and 
creamy. A short spurt landed in between her breasts, beginning to 
run down her chest. Another spurt, this time right on her left 
nipple as she pushed her breast against my cock.
  "Yes, yes baby! Come on my tits."
  She brought her mouth down, just in time for the last two rushes 
of sperm
to land on her tongue. Her hand milked me into her mouth as I 
shook from the effects of my orgasm. I looked down and she was 
sucking me into her mouth, her tongue circling the head. I pulled 
my cock away, and kissed her fully and passionately, tasting some 
of my own salty come in her mouth. While we kissed, my hand rubbed 
my still warm come over her breasts, and down her chest. My hand, 
slick and wet, found it's way to her bare shaven mons and rubbed 
it there, making her slippery and wet.
  "Yes, Ohhh, yes!" she said as my fingers found her clit again.
  Turned on my her renewed horniness, I felt my freshly drained 
cock rise, trying to return to action. I knew I would not come, 
but I could please her one more time. I rolled her over and 
grabbed her ass from behind, bringing her up to me. I slid my cock 
inside her slick wet pussy, sliding deep.
  "Ooohhhaaaaa." She moaned as I slid into her.
  "Is this what you want now?" I hissed. "A nice hard...FUCK!?"
  "Ohhhh."
  I started to pump my cock into her, faster and faster.
  "Oh, you're sooo HORNY, so HOT... so... so... CARNAL!" I 
shouted.
  I plunged into her, feeling her back onto my cock hard, slamming 
against
me. Her cheeks rippled and her back arched against my thrusts. I 
reached around, my fingers rubbing her slick mons.
  "All this cum on you, on your tits, on your pussy and you're 
STILL horny!"
  "yes..." Her voice was small and trailed off.
  I rubbed my fingers on her clit, feeling her own juices running 
down onto my fingers. Her pussy started to contract, and I pulled 
the final string.
  "Maybe I'll pull out and shoot more come all over your clit!"
  She bucked against me hard, her breath short, her moans long and 
soft. I grabbed her hips, pulling her tightly against my cock, 
feeling it touch her cervix, buried as deep as I could go. I felt 
her come. She squeezed my cock and I flexed it back, pulsing like 
I too was coming.
  Squeeze.
  Flex.
  Squeeze.
  Flex.
  Squeeze.
  Flex
  Again. And Again. And Again. She shuddered and trembled before 
she lay down on her stomach, breathing heavily. I laid down on 
her, pulling her over onto her side, and wrapped my arms around 
her as she curled up. I kissed her neck and back, her hands 
caressing my arms.
  After a while, we felt the chill air intruding, and I pulled the 
cover of our bag over us, keeping us both warm.
  "G'nite m'lady" I said softly.
  "Hmmmmmmm." she purred back.
  We drifted off to sleep, happy and content once again. As I 
drifted off, I wondered again if it was only reflections I saw in 
her beautiful grey eyes.
  Morning found us, warm and cuddled in our tent. Still naked, I 
went out first, testing the air and looking for any stray eyes. We 
dressed in easy clothes, and I fixed breakfast while she stood and 
watched the sun rise up over the mountains. We broke camp early, 
hiking back to the cabin, holding hands like teenagers, smiling 
and watching the wildlife along side the trails we used. Back at 
the cabin, we stowed away the camp gear, and washed our clothes. 
Naked we cuddled in front of the glass, letting the sun stream 
through, warming us all over. Sipping coffee we talked about our 
chances of meeting, of being able to share this much time, 
unplanned. Something had moved us together. We both felt grateful.
  The washer buzzed rudely, and we moved the clothes to the dryer. 
Then we took a shower together. The hot water cascaded down her 
beautiful breasts, her nipples soft and tender. I washed her back, 
using my hand to touch her, feel her against me. I soaped her 
behind, running my hand down between her cheeks. She arched her 
back and I gave her a playful slap for being such a "naughty" 
girl. She washed my back, repeating the same movement down my 
behind, slapping me for the being a "naughty" boy. We both 
laughed. After she rinsed me, I soaped her breasts and chest, 
kissing her at the same time. I moved back and washed her stomach, 
moving my hands down to her mons. The slick soap reminded us of 
the night before, and her legs parted slightly, her eyes closing.  
I rubbed soap down her thighs, kneeling to wash her calves. I 
looked up and her eyes were closed, enjoying my attentions to her. 
I turned her into the water, rinsing her from behind. My hands 
rubbed the clean warm water over her, cupping her breasts, 
caressing her stomach. My hands slid down to her mons, rinsing the 
soap from her, and feeling her lean back against me. I let my 
fingers linger, perhaps too long, and when she turned and looked 
at me, I swore that flames danced in her grey eyes.
  She dropped to her knees, and swallowed my wet, semi-hard shaft, 
taking me deep into her mouth. I moaned. Her mouth brought me 
fully hard in short moments, working around me with her tongue. I 
pulled her up, her eyes were shining, glittering with a carnal 
urge I knew all too well. We kissed, our lust once again riding 
high.  I pulled back and turned her against the wall, out of the 
stream of water. 

  Her palms against the wall, she arched her back, thrusting her 
pussy towards me. I slipped into her easily, finding her hot and 
wet with anticipation. We fucked in a wild abandon, neither of us 
caring nor wanting the tender moments now. Hands on her hips, I 
pulled her against my pounding ramrod, thrusting up inside her. 
She backed against me, her hips moving on their own. Two bodies, 
lost in their lusts, their desires, in the shower, moved with a 
rhythm ages old. I reached up, cupping her breasts, pinching and 
rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her moans in the small 
confines of the shower seemed like shouts, animalistic, carnal.
  I could feel my cock swelling, the rush of semen as it fought 
its way out. Her pussy contracted hard, bearing down against my 
cock. When she released, my hips moved in a massive thrust, 
lifting her up on her toes, my come shooting up inside her 
steaming hot cunt. Her fingernails raked against the tiles, her 
pussy clenched and pulsed against my cock. We both moaned. Each 
time her greedy pussy gripped me, more come spurted inside her, 
until finally, I was spent. I held her tight, my arms around her, 
not wanting to let her go.
  We stood under the deliciously warm water, embracing and kissing 
each other for a long time. Finally, we finished our shower, 
taking turns drying each other off. Before she dressed, I placed a 
tender, delicate kiss on her bare mons, before kissing her on the 
lips.
  We returned and picked up her luggage and rental car where she'd 
left them at my place. I gave her my phone number, hoping she'd 
use it, and I followed her to the airport. Waiting for her evening 
flight, we had an early dinner, and talked about us.
  "I-I'm worried about something." She stammered, not knowing how 
to ask.
  "What?" I said, holding her hand across the table.
  "Well, I..." She looked frightened, lost. I wanted to go to her 
and put my arms around her, protecting her. But I felt it was me 
she was afraid of.
  "I'm afraid..." Her voice trailed off. I waited for her to go 
on.
  "I-I thought...I thought it'd be safe, writing on the board, 
with no way someone could...could find me. And now you..."
  I smiled and reached across, lifting her chin so her eyes met 
mine.
  "I'd never -- ever -- hurt you." I said softly, squeezing her 
hand. "You're too special to me. Much too rare of a gift."
  She smiled, but it faded too quickly for me. I squeezed her hand 
again, and she looked back up at me.
  "What we shared was special. It may never be that way again." I 
said. "If we ever meet again, the first thing I'm going to do is 
to hug you close and kiss you. That may be all we ever get after 
this weekend."
  She smiled and squeezed my hand, her eyes looking deeply into 
mine, trying to see if I really meant that. "Oh my sweet dream", I 
thought, "who has hurt you so badly?"
  We walked arm in arm to the departure gate, watching her plane 
taxi up and discharge its passengers. I reached into my pocket, 
and pressed something into her hand. The curious stone she'd found 
at our mountain camp.
  "Keep this," I said. "If you feel lonely, pick it up and 
remember me."
  We kissed a final farewell, holding each other tightly, not 
wanting to let go of each other. As they called for passengers to 
her flight, I caressed her cheek one last time, staring into those 
dray grey eyes. We kissed each other softly and briefly on the 
lips, and I walked her to the door, giving her a final hug as she 
walked out of my life, perhaps forever.
  I watched the plane roll away, and I remained at the window 
watching as the pilot rotated the nose, and climbed into the sky. 
I watched until the 727 disappeared, and walked quietly down the 
hall. Halfway to the lobby, I remembered I'd forgotten to ask her. 
Forgotten to ask her about those dancing flames in her eyes.

Sweet dreams -

P.B.
