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The Bike Trip (MF)
By Cindy (cyntil8ing@aol.com)

***
 
I was out by the road on the John Deere the first time you 
rode by.  I love spending an early summer evening mowing, 
the smell of freshly cut grass tickling my nose, the 
vibrations of the tractor making other parts of my body 
tingle deliciously.  I clear my mind completely, and just 
enjoy the sights, smells, and sounds of the world around me. 
 
You came up the road from behind.  I didn't see you until 
you had already passed by.  You were bent over the bike, so 
I didn't see your face, but I definitely noticed the 
powerful legs, the wonderful ass and the slim hips, tightly 
covered in black bike shorts. I sighed as I watched you 
disappear down the road, my mind imagining those slim hips 
between my outstretched thighs, that wonderful ass clenching 
underneath my hands.  I continued mowing, still thinking of 
you, idly wondering what you were doing cycling down my 
road; a road in the middle of nowhere. 
 
I was almost finished mowing when I saw your bike coming 
back up the road.  I felt a small shiver run through my body 
as I slowed the tractor to watch you approach.  You stopped 
just a few feet from me, smiled and began to speak.  The 
tractor was loud, and I was wearing headphones, so I 
couldn't hear a word you were saying.  I held up my hand, 
signaling you to wait for a moment, shut off the tractor, 
and took off my headphones.  I smiled back and said, "I'm 
sorry...You were saying?"  You told me that you had 
apparently taken a wrong turn somewhere, and now had no idea 
where you were.  I asked where you were heading, and you 
mentioned the name of a town about 35 miles away.  "Um, I 
don't think you'll make it there tonight.  I hope you don't 
have someone waiting for you."  You shook your head and said 
"No, but I heard about a restaurant there that is supposed 
to have the best steaks in all of the state.  I've been 
thinking about a thick juicy steak all afternoon."   
 
"Oh, I know just the one you're talking about, it's my 
favorite.  I go there a couple of times a month. I tell you 
what, I was planning on going into town this evening anyway 
to do some shopping.  If you like, we can toss the bike in 
the back of my truck and I'll give you a ride." 
 
You smiled and said, "I'd really appreciate that, but only 
on one condition -- that you let me buy you dinner for all 
your trouble."  Just what I wanted you to say!  "It's a 
deal," I replied, "I'll need to finish the yard while it's 
still light, it should only take 15 minutes or so.  I'll 
take you up to the house, get you a drink, and show you 
where you can clean up.  No offense, but you are a bit, um, 
fragrant."  You bowed gallantly and replied "Please accept 
my most sincere apologies ma'am.  I will soon present myself 
as a suitable dinner companion, if you will just show me the 
way."  We headed up to the house, chatting about the weather 
and other nonsense. 
 
I showed you to the guest cottage, an old converted shed 
around the back of the house.  Actually, it's never used, 
except by me.  I have my PC there, and whenever I get the 
urge, I hide out there for hours or for days, writing like 
there's no tomorrow.  "The bath is through there." I 
pointed, "I'll have to run in the house to get you some 
towels.  I'll be back in a few minutes."  I quickly went to 
the house, grabbed a few towels, and headed back.  I walked 
in, and heard the shower running already.  Smiling impishly, 
I pushed the door open with my foot and walked right in.  
You were just getting in, and all I got to see was one calf 
and a foot disappear behind the glass doors.  "I put the 
towels on the toilet.  Is there anything else you need?"  
The door slid back and you poked your head out, smiled, and 
said "Well, since you mention it, I think I got some grease 
on the back of my leg.  Have I washed it off?"  You opened 
the door wider, presenting the back of your leg for my 
inspection. 
 
"Oh, it's still there.  Here, let me get that for you." I 
replied as I pulled my t-shirt over my head, kicked off my 
sneakers, and slipped out of my shorts and panties.  
Brazenly, I stepped right into the shower with you.  Your 
mouth dropped in surprise, followed by your eyes, as they 
quickly ran up and down my body.  "Well, um," you stammered, 
"I can't seem to take my eyes off of you. I suppose you'll 
have to reach around." 
 
I stepped forward and began running my hands over you.  I 
melted right into your body as the hot water streamed over 
us.  The warmth of the water and your arms around me felt 
wonderful. I reached down for the soap and started to rub it 
across your chest.  I worked my hands up over your shoulders 
and down your arms, rubbing the soap everywhere.  I worked 
my way across your chest and down your stomach. My hands 
wandered down to your hips.  I could feel your hardness 
growing against me, but I wasn't going to touch you yet, 
just teasing for now.  I put the soap down and pressed my 
body up against yours.  Rubbing my breasts on your chest and 
my tummy across yours ... the lather allowing me to slide up 
and down and side to side.  The sensations were making my 
nipples so hard.  I rubbed them against your chest and could 
feel your cock growing still harder against my leg. 
 
You reached for the soap and began to lather my back.  I 
pressed my hips closer to yours as my chest slipped and slid 
against you.   Your hands worked my back, massaging and 
rubbing, then worked their way down to my ass, cupping my 
cheeks as the soap fell to the shower floor.  You pulled me 
close as you lowered your mouth to mine, passionate kisses, 
our tongues probing and lashing each other. 
 
I broke our hold and slowly slid down onto my knees.  The 
water ran over your shoulders, showing a trail in the suds 
of where I had been.  The lather washed down the drain.  I 
kissed down your chest, lingering over your nipples to nip 
and tease them with my teeth.  My kisses ventured down 
across your belly and down to your hips.  My fingers traced 
up the inside of your legs, teasing the inner thigh, until I 
reached your balls, caressing and fondling them. 
 
I lightly pushed you back a step so that the water could 
wash the rest of the soap away.  Then I took your cock into 
my hand.  It jumped to my touch.  Holding it firmly at the 
base, I ran my fingers down the shaft toward the head.  
Running my finger slowly around the head, I looked up to see 
you intently watching my every move.  When my eyes locked 
with yours, I took the head of your cock into my mouth.  You 
closed your eyes and let out a deep moan. 
 
I slowly took you into my mouth, my hand working with my 
mouth to form one long tight tunnel.  I could feel the 
muscles tense in your legs.  With my free hand I fondled 
your balls, lightly teasing them.  I pulled back, releasing 
you slowly.  I licked up from the bottom of your shaft, to 
where that vein meets the head in the sweet sensitive 
triangle.  Flicking my tongue across this, your knees almost 
buckled. 
 
I ran my tongue around the head of your cock.  I started off 
in wide circles at the edge and worked my way in to the tip, 
the circles getting smaller and smaller.  I was rewarded 
with a large drop of pre-cum waiting for me when I reached 
my goal in the middle.  I touched my finger to it, slowly 
pulling my finger back as it stretched, glistening between 
my finger and your cock.  When the string broke, I brought 
my fingertip to my lips, savoring the taste.   I took you 
back into my mouth, sliding in and out.  My hand worked 
feverishly as my mouth continued to suck as deep as I could.  
As I moved faster, I could feel the tension building.  Your 
moans got louder and your hips moved in rhythm with my 
strokes.  I reached behind you to feel your ass tighten as 
you thrust in and out of my mouth.  It was every bit as sexy 
as I had earlier imagined. 
 
I knew you were about to come.  I wanted to put you over the 
edge so I took you deep in my throat, completely surrounded 
by my lips, my nose pressed against your pubic bone.  This 
sensation was all it took, you started to throb and unload 
your hot cum down my throat.  I released you from my mouth 
and let your cum spray hot and sticky, all over my mouth and 
face. 
 
I continued to stroke your shaft, slowly but firmly.  I 
wanted to keep you hard.  I stood up and kissed you, letting 
you taste your cum on my lips.  The water washed away the 
remainder. You obviously loved all of this because I was 
soon rewarded with even a firmer cock that was ready for 
more.... 
 
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Chapter 2 
By Rick 
 
...One of the benefits of riding cross country is that you 
build up pretty good strength, balance and 
coordination...which comes in pretty handy at a time like 
this... 
 
With your hand still grasping my engorged cock, my mouth is 
covering yours.  Our tongues probing, searching, exploring 
every centimeter of each other's mouths.  Breaking away for 
a breath, my tongue glides along your cheek.  I reach your 
ear and circle it, the tip of my tongue lightly running 
through the ridges and behind it.  I take your lobe, gently 
nibbling and sucking on it.  You are rubbing the head of my 
cock against your clit as I proceed down your neck, along 
your shoulder, across your collar bone and up under your 
chin. Lower I descend, between your breasts, then underneath 
and up along the sides.  Across your exquisite breasts, I 
continue until my tongue teases you around the dark aureole 
of your nipples, never quite touching, but pleasing you in a 
torturous way.  Back and forth, nipple to nipple, almost 
there, but not quite.  Finally when I can no longer resist, 
I take your left nipple into my mouth and gently suck on it.  
I tease it with my teeth and flutter my tongue against it, 
eliciting a soft moan from your lips and a firmer grip on my 
cock.  I take your right nipple between my thumb and finger, 
gently rolling it between as my mouth continues with your 
left. 
 
I allow my mouth to leave your breast and continue my 
journey to paradise.  My hands follow the curve of your 
torso, down your waist, over your hips, as I slowly kneel, 
kissing and licking my way down over your abdomen, along 
your pubic hair, neatly trimmed in the French way with only 
a tiny triangle above and nothing over your lips. 
 
Avoiding your pussy for the moment, I turn you toward the 
wall, your back to me.  My lips leave a hot trail along your 
beautiful tight ass, my tongue runs along your crack and 
over to your other cheek.  I descend lower still along the 
back of your leg, lingering for several moments behind your 
knee.  I bend your leg toward me, running my tongue along 
the back of your calf, across the sole of your foot.  I take 
each beautiful toe in my mouth, one at a time and suck on 
them, running my tongue between them. Your moans of 
encouragement press me onward. 
 
I lower your leg and turn you to face me once again.  Your 
legs are parted in anticipation and my tongue travels slowly 
up the inside of your thigh.  Your hips are gyrating in 
anticipation, but I refuse to be rushed.  FINALLY, my mouth 
and tongue reach both our goals.  Gently at first, then with 
more pressure, my tongue touches your hard clit.  Around and 
around the tip of my tongue teases, stretching the sensitive 
tissue surrounding your clit, and in doing so, stimulating 
it. 
 
I put one finger in my mouth, wetting it with my saliva.  
Easily, I insert it into your pussy as I continue to lick 
and suck on your clit.  In and out I slide it, hooking the 
tip of it to caress your G-spot.  Your response, "Oh, God," 
is encouraging.  I remove it and put it in my mouth so that 
I can taste you.  Next I place two fingers in my mouth and 
insert them both into you.  Your moan is somewhat more 
intense this time, "Oh, yes, oh my God," and your hips press 
against my lips.  Again I remove them and taste you.  
Finally I lubricate three fingers, slide them up inside you, 
hook my fingers and press hard, directly on your tender 
inner spot. Your sharp cry of pleasure, "OH, SHIT, OH JESUS 
GOD," tells me I have found the perfect pleasure spot.  I 
continue to massage inside you and to suck and lick on your 
clit at the same time.  Within moments, your hips are 
bucking, "I'M GOING TO COME!" your hands press my head 
between your legs "I'M COMING NOW, OH GOD HERE IT IS!!" and 
you experience a tremendous dual internal and external 
orgasm, "OH, JESUS, OH FUCK, GOD I WANT YOU IN ME, PLEASE, 
PLEASE SHOVE THAT COCK INSIDE ME, OOHHHH 
GGGGOOOOODDDDDDD!!!!!" 
 
I stand, grasp your ass and raise you off the floor.  I 
lower you onto my cock as your legs wrap around my hips.  I 
press you against the wall of the shower as I thrust, hard 
and deep inside you.  Faster and harder, I feel my cock head 
touch your cervix with each thrust.  In this position, the 
top of my cock slides directly across your already sensitive 
clit and soon we are both on the verge of an orgasm.  Your 
heels are against my ass, spurring me on like a stallion as 
I plunge 
harder...faster...deeper...HARDER...FASTER...DEEPER...until.
. ."OH, GOD, BABY!" I cry out, "OH, SHIT, YOU ARE SO FUCKING 
TIGHT AND SO DAMNED HOT!!  OH, GOD, I'M COMING...I'M 
COMING...I WANT TO FILL YOUR TIGHT PUSSY WITH MY CUM...OH 
FFFUUUCCCKKKKK!!!!" I scream as my orgasm over takes me. 
With one last hard thrust, I unload my gooey load inside 
you. That last hard thrust brings you over the edge once 
again as well. 
 
We are finally driven out of the shower by a lack of hot 
water.  We each take a towel and begin to dry each other 
off... 
 
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Chapter 3 
By Cindy 
 
We step out of the shower, wrapping each other in soft, 
fluffy towels.  We leave the still steamy bathroom for the 
main room of the cottage.  It has gotten dark, so I switch 
on the small light next to the sofabed.  It casts a tiny 
warm glow in the room, leaving the corners still in 
darkness.  We slowly and leisurely dry each other, stopping 
often to exchange kisses, or to caress body parts that look 
particularly interesting. 
 
When I remove your towel, I am quite surprised to find you 
still at half-mast.  "My goodness, what a pleasant surprise!  
I'm certainly glad he hasn't fallen asleep yet.  I still 
have plans for him.  But first, I'm starved, and you 
promised me dinner. I'm going to get dressed.  I'll be back 
in 20 minutes."  With that, I gather up my clothes, drop my 
towel on the floor, and walk naked out the door, with just a 
hint of an exaggerated wiggle, because I know you're 
watching.  When I get to the house, I just can't resist, I 
turn to face you, stretch my arms up over my head, and 
wiggle at you.  You laugh and blow me a kiss. 
 
I enter my bedroom and head for the closet.  I bite my lip 
softly as I decide what to wear.  Finally selecting a dark 
blue chemise dress, I leave the closet.  I paw through my 
lingerie drawer, searching for something special.  My hand 
brushes against something smooth and silky.  I pull the 
satin teddy out and slip it on, turning in the mirror to 
check myself from all angles, running my hands down my sides 
to smooth the fabric.  Satisfied, I head into the bathroom.  
I pull my hair up into a loose knot on the top of my head, 
curling the tendrils that escape with my finger.  A light 
dusting of powder across the tops of my breasts, a dab of 
perfume at the base of my throat, a bit of lipstick, and I'm 
finished.  I head back into the bedroom to slip on the 
chemise.  Back downstairs, I grab my purse and keys, and 
head back to the guest house. 
 
You are ready when I get there, waiting for me on the sofa.  
You stand as I enter the room, a sexy little smile on your 
lips.  I smile back, my eyes running from the white polo 
shirt, stretched tightly across your chest and biceps, down 
to your incredibly tight jeans.  "Mmmm," I say in 
appreciation, "yes, a suitable dinner companion, without a 
doubt.  Shall we go?" 
 
"In just a minute," you answer, pulling me into your arms.  
"You know, I thought you were cute when I saw you on that 
tractor, wearing that ratty old t-shirt and those cutoffs.  
But now I know better, you're beautiful."  I blush a bit, 
and give you a tender kiss as thanks.  The soft touch of 
your lips to mine chases all thoughts of dinner away.  There 
is no hunger except the one we're developing for each other 
yet again.  I reach up and caress your neck as your hands 
reach into my hair, searching for the combs that are holding 
it up.  I hear them clink as you toss them onto the table, 
and feel my hair fall, soft and still damp from the shower, 
against my shoulders. 
 
I kiss across your cheek, down your neck, and onto your 
chest as I pull your shirt over your head.  I feel your 
hands on my hips, gathering my dress, preparing to pull it 
over my head.  I unbutton and unzip your jeans, then lift my 
arms.  The dress is over my head in a second, falling with a 
swish to the carpet.  I hear your soft 'Mmmm' as you admire 
me standing there in my teddy and heels.  I push your pants 
to your knees, uttering a soft grunt of surprise when I see 
that you aren't wearing any underwear.  You step out of your 
jeans as you gently sit me back down on the sofa, kneeling 
between my legs. You pick up my left leg, stroking it as you 
place it on your shoulder.  You do the same with the right 
one.  Your lips come down soft and moist on the side of my 
knee and you kiss your way up my thigh, stroking the other 
one with the back of your hand.  I lift slightly off the 
sofa, and you slide your hand underneath me, gently 
squeezing my ass as your lips continue their travels down my 
other thigh.  You slowly pull your hand from under me, 
searching for the snaps at the bottom of the teddy.  You 
find them and pull them apart, slowly folding the tail up 
onto my stomach, leaving me bottomless in the soft shadows.   
 
I can see by the smile in your eyes as you look up at me 
that you are enjoying torturing me in this way.  I want, 
need your touch and your kisses so badly that I groan and 
move my hips a little, hoping you will take the hint.  You 
grin as you shake your head.  "Oh, Rick...don't make me beg.  
Lick me, now, suck me, now, make me crazy, now...please" I 
ask softly and with a slight tremor in my voice.  I relax as 
I feel you shift position, believing you would never really 
make me beg, but that you would enjoy having me ask.  You 
begin softly, teasing me with just your lips, never taking 
your eyes from mine.  As your kisses get firmer and wetter, 
I can feel the wetness coming from me yet again, slowly 
dripping and flowing downward.  Your hand reaches for my 
breast, caressing it firmly though the soft satin.  It feels 
so wonderful, I moan, close my eyes and arch forward into 
your hand. 
 
I slide sideways on the sofa, pulling you with me.  Your 
lips and tongue feel wonderful on me, but I want you inside 
me so badly.  I pull your hips toward me, opening my legs 
wide, draping one across the back of the sofa, placing the 
other against the coffee table.  Your lips come down on mine 
as you slip inside me, making me gasp in pleasure.  I taste 
myself on your lips, which makes me moan again.  Your tongue 
dances with mine as you slowly slide in and out of me, your 
fingers brushing against my neck, tangling in my hair.  My 
hands are on your back, feeling the muscles flex with each 
firm stroke, making me crazy.  I feel the orgasm building 
already, I just can't seem to get enough of you. My stomach 
muscles tighten as I pull my legs upward, putting my knees 
way up your sides, allowing you in even further.  "Ooh yeah, 
that's how I like it baby.  Bury that cock all the way in 
me.  Oh yes, oh God, I'm going to cum already...so 
fast....oh...oh..." 
 
I groan loudly, burying my face in your neck as I go over 
the edge, calling your name, and grinding against you.  I 
look into your eyes as I grab your hips, and pull you toward 
me, fucking you hard, and wildly from underneath.  I hear 
you groan, hear your breathing change as you move closer to 
your own orgasm.  I slow the rhythm, intending to take you 
for all you are worth, as your mouth comes crashing down on 
mine.  We stroke hard, together, two or three more times, 
and I feel you grow impossibly hard and tense inside me, as 
you too, go over the edge.  I feel the quick, hard thrusts 
as you begin to come, and your 'Oh God Cindy, Oh, Oh,  
Ahhhhhhh.....' drives me over the edge again.  We come 
together, loudly and passionately, for what seems like 
forever.  You collapse on top of me, exhausted and 
completely spent, and we wait for our heartbeats to return 
to normal. 
 
After a few minutes, I reach around and pinch you playfully 
on the ass.  "OK, this time, I really mean it.  I'm 
famished.  I think we've both worked up an appetite."  We 
pull ourselves up, clean up a bit, and get dressed again.  
Then, we head outside to the truck.  When we reach it, I 
stop, turn to you, and say "Well, I suppose it's time for 
the big question.  Shall we put the bike in the back, or 
leave it here?".... 
 
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Chapter 4 
By Rick 
 
..."What bike?" I whisper as I bring my lips to yours in a 
soft kiss.   
 
With a smile, you hand me the keys and say, "You drive.  
You've practically worn me out and I don't want to fall 
asleep on the road. If it comes to me not being able to give 
you directions, your just follow this gravel road until you 
come to the Y and take the left fork.  Then follow your 
nose, or whatever else happens to be pointing forward until 
you see the sign that says 'STEAKS' and we're there." 
 
We climb into your pick up and I fire up the engine.  You 
are seated right next to me, your head on my shoulder.  "I 
love bench seats," you whisper. "Bucket seats were the 
demise of romance." 
 
I put it in gear and slowly take off out of the drive.  As 
we drive down the gravel road, I reach over to turn on the 
radio.  A sexy sax is playing a gritty jazz tune.  "I like 
your choice of stations," I say, but you have indeed dozed.  
I glance over at your angelic face, your beautiful hair.  
The perfume you are wearing makes my heart race, but I've 
discovered that everything about you does that to me.   
 
The driving is slow, but I don't want to wake you so I just 
take my time and enjoy being near you.  The vents in the 
truck are open and the breeze from them is causing your 
dress to subtly creep up your legs, exposing more and more 
of them as we drive.  You have the most beautiful legs I've 
ever seen.  Firm, but not overly muscular, and God, Cindy, 
they feel incredible wrapped around my waist. 
 
My hand drops to your leg as I drive, absently caressing up 
and down along your thigh, outside then inside.  I'm 
listening to the radio when I hear you whisper, "Keep that 
up and we may never make it to dinner."  I look over at you 
and you have awaken, a sweet smile on your face. 
 
"I'm sorry, I just can't seem to keep my hands off you." 
 
"Oh, Rick, don't ever apologize for having your hands on me.  
I love the feel of your hands, your lips, your tongue and 
your incredible cock on me," you say with a wicked grin.  
Your hand is now caressing my thigh as I drive, down to my 
knee then back up to my groin.  You go up over the top of 
the bulge in my jeans and squeeze me gently.  "My, my...you 
aren't going to make it until after dinner, are you?  My 
poor baby, let Cindy help you with your problem."  With 
that, you lower my zipper and gently pull my rock hard cock 
from my jeans. 
 
You begin by slowly yet firmly stroking my shaft with your 
hand.  You run your hand all the way up over the head, then 
all the way down to the base, milking me ever so 
wonderfully.  You then kneel on the seat and run your 
incredible tongue around the purple head, gently over the 
glans.  Your tongue flutters along the underside, from my 
balls to the tip and back again. 
 
As you tantalize and torment me, my hand has reached over 
your back, pulled your dress up over your hips and I am 
squeezing and caressing your ass.  With two fingers I am 
able to release the snaps from your teddy, exposing you to 
my fingers.  I run my fingers up and down through the folds 
of your pussy, you are so wet my fingers are soaked and I 
bring them to my mouth and taste them.  I slip them into my 
mouth, drinking your juices and soaking them with my saliva.   
 
Your mouth is now over my shaft, sliding up and down the 
entire length.  I can feel it as the head touches the back 
of your throat.  I can feel as your throat relaxes and you 
take me even further. 
 
My hand returns to your ass.  I run my fingers all the way 
from asshole to clit and back again.  My God, you are SO 
WET!!   
 
My cock is soaked from your mouth.  I can feel the throbbing 
coming from within.  Your tongue is all over me, licking, 
stroking, flicking and fluttering.  The suction from your 
mouth is like a vacuum. 
 
I insert three fingers into your wet pussy and they slide in 
so easily. In and out I run them.  My little finger is 
massaging your clit as my other fingers slide in and out of 
your love box.  My thumb caresses your rosebud, my fingers 
slide in and out, my pinkie presses your clit, you moan with 
a mouthful of my cock, "Oh, God...".  My thumb presses 
against your asshole, you moan again, "Oh, sweet Jesus..." 
My thumb begins to enter you, VERY slowly, centimeter by 
centimeter.  "Oh, fuck, is there no end to what you can do 
to my body?" you say.  You have stopped sucking me to 
concentrate on what I am doing to you, although you continue 
to stroke me and keep me hard. 
 
My thumb is now all the way inside you, my fingers are in 
your pussy, my pinkie is circling your clit and you are 
rocking back and forth against my hand sending me deeper 
inside you.  "Oh God, oh shit, oh Jesus Christ I want you 
inside me.  Oh, please Rick, God I need you again..."  You 
pull forward and I remove my hand from you. You climb 
between me and the steering wheel, straddling my lap, taking 
my cock and guiding me into you.  We continue down the bumpy 
gravel road, but I've lost all concept of control.  My foot 
is pressed harder against the accelerator.  As we bump along 
the road I am naturally thrust all the way inside you. 
Deeper and deeper with every rut in the road I am slamming 
inside you, my pelvic bone ramming against your clit harder 
and faster, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The 
music on the radio is now an utterly intense Buddy Rich drum 
solo that makes the cab of the truck pulsate.  You rock your 
hips and press against me in a way that stimulates your clit 
and my cock for our ultimate mutual pleasure. 
 
"Cindy, oh my God Cindy..." I pant. 
 
"Fuck me, Rick, fuck me like you've never fucked anybody in 
your life.  I want to be the only woman you ever think about 
making love with..." 
 
"Oh God, oh CINDY, OH GOD..............!" I scream above the 
music as I reach the most intense orgasm I've ever had. 
 
"Yes, Baby, I'm here...Cindy's coming lover...I'm coming 
with you Rick...oh, yeah...OH GOD, 
YEEEEESSSSSSSSSS............!!" as your climax comes right 
on top of mine. 
 
Slowly, I release the accelerator and glance down at the 
speedometer:  
85...80...70...60...55...40...35.............just then I 
glance at the road and the Y is directly ahead of us.  I 
turn to the left and say, "It's a good thing you gave me 
those directions, although I didn't quite expect to need 
them for this reason..." 
 
You climb off of me and back onto the seat.  You gently 
return me to me not so upright position and zip me back up.  
You then say, "Oh, to hell with it," and magically remove 
your teddy from under your dress.  "This thing is obviously 
just going to keep getting in the way tonight." 
 
A few more minutes and a few more miles down the road we see 
the big "STEAKS" sign.  I slow and pull into the driveway.  
"I don't know about you, but I'm just going to order the 
biggest thing on the menu.  I have a feeling I'm going to 
need it to keep up my strength tonight," I grin. 
 
With a wicked smile, you say, "I've already had the biggest 
thing on the menu tonight, but I'm sure they'll have 
something that I'll enjoy." 
 
I'm still blushing as we walk into the restaurant..."You're 
cute when you do that," you tease.............. 
 
 
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Chapter 5 
By Cindy 
 
We walk into the restaurant.  It's a bit crowded, even 
though it's late.  We make our way up to the hostess.  "Oh, 
no," I mutter under my breath, "here we go."   
 
"CINDY!!!!!" the hostess screeches when she sees me, 'Girl, 
where have you been? We haven't seen you in ages! Oh...", 
she giggles as she looks at you, "now I see why you've been 
hiding.  Who is this handsome devil, and why have you been 
keeping him all to yourself?"   
 
"Hi Susie.  No, I haven't been hiding myself, just busy.  
How's Steven and the kids?"  Susie pouts when she realizes 
that I'm am selfishly keeping you to myself.  She picks up 
two menus and flounces off.  We look at each other and 
smile, then follow her into the dining room.  "I suppose 
you'll want a booth in the corner," Susie practically 
sneers, though with a twinkle in her eye, and a hint of a 
grin.  "Yes, Susie, thanks....See you later," I reply as she 
tosses the menus on the table.   
 
"One of the peculiarities of small town living," I sigh, as 
we slide to the back of the booth, "People are so nosy.  I 
can hear Susie now when she gets home tonight...'Oooh, you 
should have seen that young stud Cindy brought into the 
restaurant tonight...' By tomorrow, it'll be all over town."   
 
"Maybe we shouldn't have come here," you reply with a wicked 
little grin, "if you want to keep me your little secret." 
 
"Are you kidding?" I laugh, "Oh no, call me horrible, but I 
just *loved* that green look on her face.  Besides," I 
continue, snuggling closer, "had we stayed home, we wouldn't 
have had that most wonderful ride.  I don't think I'll ever 
ride down that bumpy road again without a smile on my face." 
 
Aside from a few touches under the table, a few shared 
glances, some wonderful conversation, and a delicious meal, 
dinner passed uneventfully.  You put your arm around me and 
I snuggled close as we finished our coffee and waited for 
the check.  Susie was busy with a customer, and only gave us 
a knowing little smile as we left the restaurant.     
 
Back in the parking lot, you pull me into your arms once 
again.  "I want to hold you like this all night," you 
whisper softly against my neck,  "And what I'd really love 
right now is some slow jazz and you in my arms." "Mmmm," I 
reply, "that does sound wonderful, but you forget where we 
are.  About the only dancing we'll find around here is a 
smoke-filled redneck bar, where they check the size of your 
belt-buckle before they let you in.  But I have a much 
better idea.  Let's go for a ride." 
 
It's a beautiful, clear, warm night as we drive out of town 
and back onto the gravel road.  We have the windows down, 
and the radio low, so we can hear the crickets and tree 
frogs make the night come alive.  About two miles from my 
house, I tell you to turn right onto an even smaller gravel 
road, that leads down into the woods.  We pull into a little 
clearing and you park the truck.  You walk around to my side 
as I turn up the radio, smiling as I hear the slow sensuous 
music coming from the speakers.  You pull me into your arms 
and kiss me deeply.  The crickets and tree frogs have 
quieted momentarily and there is no sound except for the 
soft music coming from the truck.  We begin to sway together 
and I feel a soft caress on the back of my neck, I'm not 
sure if it is your fingers or the light breeze, but it feels 
wonderful. 
 
The song ends, but still we remain, slowly swaying together, 
everything forgotten except the feel of our bodies held 
tightly to one another.  Eventually, the night creatures 
forget about our presence and become noisy once again. I go 
back to the truck, and retrieve a blanket from behind the 
seat.  You help me spread it and it floats gently down on 
top of the pine needles. We lie down on our backs, looking 
through the tree branches at the clear star-filled sky.   
 
"Rick," I murmur, "I'm very glad you got lost on my road.  
It doesn't seem like it was just a few hours ago, does it?" 
 
"No, it doesn't" you answer, "and I'm glad too." 
 
I roll over on my stomach, my chin propped on your chest.  
"Do you want to know what I was thinking when I saw you ride 
down the road this afternoon?"  You nod, caressing my cheek.  
"I only saw you once you had passed, so I only got the rear 
view, but the first thing that came to mind was the image of 
those hips between my legs.  And I just wanted you to know, 
that the reality is even better than what I imagined.  And 
if it's ok with you, I'm going to shut up now and seduce 
you." 
 
"I can live with that," you smile, lying there with your 
eyes closed. 
 
I pull myself up, and straddle your hips, smiling down at 
you.  Your eyes open to watch me slowly pull my dress off 
over my head and slide it over your face before tossing it 
to the side.  I shiver just a bit in the night air, and run 
my hands up and down my sides, my head tilted back, my eyes 
closed.  I lean over to kiss you, and your arms wrap around 
me and hold me tightly.  I pull backwards, pulling you with 
me, until you're sitting.  I pull your shirt up and over 
your head, bending down to lick and nibble your nipples, 
working my way upwards, over your chest, up your neck, over 
your chin, and to your lips.  I lick your lower lip with 
just the tip of my tongue.  You reach your tongue to mine, 
and when they meet, I suck it into my mouth, caressing it 
with my tongue. 
 
I push you back down, and quickly unbutton and unzip your 
jeans, pulling them off and tossing them to the side.  I am 
astounded as your already hard cock practically jumps into 
my hand.  "Rick, " I laugh, "I am truly amazed and 
impressed.  Either I am particularly good, or you are, next 
to me of course, one of the horniest people I have ever met.  
But, I want you to just lie here for a few minutes and think 
pure thoughts.  Because what I really want is to put your 
soft cock in my mouth and use my talents to make it hard." 
 
"But it's awful hard (no pun intended) to think pure 
thoughts with you so close," you protest, "And now, with the 
thought of what awaits me, it may be a truly impossible 
task." 
 
We lie quietly for a while.  Every few minutes, I 
surreptitiously take a peek.  You're so quiet, I begin to 
think you may have fallen asleep.  Your breathing is deep 
and regular, and I'm very tempted to just cuddle next to you 
and sleep myself.  But, I just can't resist.  I slowly, 
quietly sit up, bending to you, and lightly kiss your lower 
stomach.  I then begin to work my way downward, bestowing 
feathery light kisses as I go.  You stir, just a bit, but 
your breathing doesn't change.  I smile and continue on, 
more tiny little kisses up the shaft toward the very tip.  I 
carefully and gently lift you and slowly bring you into my 
mouth.  You stir a bit more, and I hear a tiny little moan, 
but your eyes remain closed and your breathing deep.   
 
Enjoying this thoroughly, I take you all the way in, my 
tongue slowly, leisurely, wrapping around your stirring 
cock.  Still your eyes remain closed, but there is now a 
tiny hint of a smile on your lips.  I move to position 
myself between your legs, lying on my stomach.  My light 
feathery kisses on your thighs become firmer and wetter as 
your sexy scent seems to reach up and grab me.  I inhale 
deeply and my breath comes back out as a ragged sigh.  I 
reach my tongue underneath your balls, searching for that 
sensitive spot.  The moan I am rewarded with this time is a 
bit louder, and you sigh 'Oh Cindy, that feels so nice." 
 
My licks, nibbles, and kisses continue upwards over your 
balls.  By the time I travel all the way to the tip of your 
cock, you're fully hard.  I pull myself up to my knees and 
lower my mouth on you, taking you all the way in to the back 
of my throat, then slowly back out again.  I continue the 
process, increasing my speed, my head bobbing until your 
hips begin thrusting in rhythm with me.   
 
"Oh God, Rick, I can't stand it anymore, I want you 
thrusting like that inside me." I moan as I climb on top of 
you. I slide up against you, stroking my clit with your cock 
a few times, before taking you inside me.  We both gasp as 
you slipped in, that wonderful feeling making us both moan.  
Your hands hold my waist as we find the rhythm together, 
your hips lifting in time with my movements.  The feel of 
your coarse pubic hair pressed against my clit is delicious, 
and I know that another incredible orgasm won't be far away. 
 
I put my arms above your shoulders and lean down, my breasts 
bouncing against your chest as our speed increases. You grab 
my ass, crushing me against you as I feel the beginning of 
the orgasm.  "Oh yes, Rick, oh I'm going to cum!  
Ooooohhhh", I shout as the orgasm takes control of my body, 
slowing down to feel every sensation.  It is incredible, my 
elbows buckle and I fall against you as my whole body 
quivers.  You wrap your arms around me, holding me tightly, 
still moving beneath me.  You shout "Oh God, Oh Cindy, Oh 
Yeah, Oh Baby, Oh Fuck, OHHHH" into the night as your own 
orgasm begins.  You stroke hard into me 5 or 6 times, crying 
out as each stroke delivers another spurt of hot, wet, 
sticky, wonderful cum.   When you can deliver no more, you 
let out a deep purr of contentment.  We roll over on the 
blanket, lying in each other's arms.  I'm speechless, so I 
just look at you and smile... 
 
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Chapter 6 
By Rick 
 
...In turn, I smile back at you, and we just continue to lay 
there, arms wrapped around each other, keeping each other 
safe from the rest of the world.  We doze, your nose nuzzled 
into my neck, the scent of your perfume, your sex and my sex 
all mingled into a deliciously erotic experience. 
 
When we awake, the sun is just beginning to come up over the 
horizon.  The sunrise is beyond description with a mingling 
of red, orange and yellow hues. The air is cool but 
refreshing against our bodies and there is not a sound. The 
night creatures have gone to their own homes and we are 
utterly alone together.  We make love once again, but this 
time it is slow and sweet.  The kind of "get your coffee and 
relax" morning kind of love that transcends words like 
"horny" and "lust" and reaches the pinnacle of emotions like 
"love" and the wonderment of just waking next to someone 
that you really want to be with.   
 
Afterwards, I pick a daisy from the ground and place it in 
your hair, help you up and help you dress.  "Cindy, do you 
know that it is just as erotic for me to help you put your 
close back on as it is to help you take them off? I've never 
felt this way about anyone or anything before..."  Your 
finger on my lips cuts off my statement. 
 
"What we have found is perfect for right now," you say.  
"Let's take this one experience at a time and just see where 
it all leads.  I know there are issues in my life, and I 
suspect there are in yours as well, that are effecting us 
right now.  Rick, I NEED to be with you at this point in my 
life, and I think you NEED to be with me as well.  Let's not 
question the fate that caused you to take a wrong turn down 
my road.  Let's just enjoy it for now." 
 
"Agreed," I smile, and run my fingertips over your cheek and 
down your neck. 
 
We fold up the blanket and return to the truck.  Driving 
back, you sit close to me, your arm intertwined with mine.  
You lean over and whisper in my ear, "Do you have any idea 
how much I want you right now?" 
 
"Of course I do, because I want you just as badly...but, my 
love, you are just going to have to wait, because I have a 
special evening planned if you let me borrow your vehicle 
for an hour or so." 
 
Intrigued, you agree.  I drop you off at your house and 
disappear for about an hour and a half.  When I arrive back 
to your house, I disappear once again, but this time into 
the kitchen with a few bags in my arms.  "No peeking!" I 
insist, as you begin to follow me into the house.  You 
remain on the porch and I return about 15 minutes later with 
two large glasses of fresh squeezed, sweetened lemonade. 
 
"Since you shared what you felt when you first saw me, I 
will do the same.  I was nothing but frustrated when I 
figured out that I was lost, but when I saw you in those 
'ratty cutoffs and t-shirt' as you so eloquently put it, you 
looked like a princess to me.  I have never seen such a 
dynamite pair of legs coming out of ratty cutoffs before, 
and I must say, my dear, you have about the sexiest curves I 
have ever seen and that t-shirt did nothing but accentuate 
that fact. So, for all your hospitality and generosity, I am 
going to treat you like that princess all day today.  I will 
cook a wonderful meal for you, I will draw your bath, I will 
wash your body and I am going to make  love with you like 
you have never experienced.  After that, I will be your 
majesty's servant, both in the house and in the bedroom and 
you can do with me what you will, your highness..." 
 
As you relax on the porch, a cool breeze blowing across from 
the west, I am in the kitchen.  The aromas and sounds coming 
from the open window entice you to take a peak, but a true 
princess would never stoop to that, so you humor me in our 
little game.  When the sun begins to set, coloring the sky 
with purple and fuchsia tones, I join you in another glass 
of lemonade.  The color and wonder are so intense that we 
are speechless.  Finally I invite you to come in and prepare 
yourself for dinner. 
 
I escort you through the room, skirting the kitchen so you 
cannot see what awaits you.  I lead you upstairs into your 
bathroom and as you open the door you gasp.  The claw tub is 
filled with steaming water, a layer of bubbles dancing on 
top of the water.  On every shelf there is a candle, the 
flames dancing and reflecting off the mirror.  The scent of 
Opium perfume surrounds us as I begin to unbutton your thin 
white cotton blouse.  You have discovered one of my secret 
passions is to see you in a white blouse, your breasts 
dancing underneath as you move, the dark color of your 
nipples enticingly visible through the thin material.  As 
your blouse falls to the floor, my tongue runs from your 
neckline, between your breasts and circles your navel. 
Unsnapping your tight jeans, I lower them to the floor.  One 
quick lick across your clit is all I do. 
 
I help you into the tub and you ease into the steaming 
water.  I take a large sponge and squeeze it over your 
shoulders, the water and bubbles cascading down your 
breasts, shoulders and back.  I gently wash every part of 
your body.  I never touch you in a sexual way, but the 
entire washing is extremely erotic in it's gentleness.  You 
lay back as I lather your hair, running my fingers firmly 
through it as I wash your hair.  You sigh as the feel of my 
fingertips massaging your scalp relaxes you.  My hands 
descend slightly and squeeze and massage your shoulders.  
Again your response tells me you are enjoying your royal 
treatment... 
 
The bath over, I help you out of the tub and proceed to dry 
you off, gently blotting the water from your glistening 
body.  I then apply a moisturizing lotion over every inch of 
your bare skin with a firm touch.  While this is not 
intended as a sensual overture, I can tell that it is 
effecting you in that way. 
 
Into the bedroom, on the bed is a royal blue satin robe that 
I help you get on.  As you reach into the pocket you find a 
small box.  Opening it, you find two simple diamond 
earrings.  You begin to protest, but I insist they are just 
a trifle, yet a token of my thanks to you.  Besides, every 
princess should be wearing diamonds when she makes love... 
 
Leading you down the stairs to the kitchen, I stop and turn 
to admire you.  I gently take your face in my hands and 
bring your lips to mine.  An almost innocent kiss, yet the 
electricity that crosses our bodies is incredible.  I catch 
my breath and continue down the stairs. 
 
On the table are two glasses of Beringer's White Zinfandel.  
I go to the stove and remove the dishes I have been 
preparing.  Angel Hair pasta, with bay scallops..."A 
specialty of the  cook," I announce as I bring the steaming 
plates to the table.  We raise our glasses in a toast to 
each other, clink them together, and sip...aaahhhh, 
exquisite heaven.  We eat our meal and discuss the events of 
the last 24 hours and their impact on our lives.  Nothing is 
really settled, but we are content with this moment the way 
it is and are accepting of that.  After the meal, I clear 
the table, clean the dishes and replace everything where I 
found it.  "There," I say, "You can't even tell a man has 
been in the house." 
 
"On the contrary, my love, this beating in my heart tells me 
surely that a man has not only been in this house, but is 
here as we speak...it tells me also that if this man doesn't 
have desert, then this woman does..." 
 
"Oh, love, I have a most splendid desert in mind..."  With 
that, I lift you from your chair and set you on the table.  
I untie the robe and let it fall to the sides, exposing you 
completely to me.  I reach behind me and pull out a bowl of 
Cool Whip (much better for this type of thing than that 
canned stuff) and proceed to place a dollop on each breast, 
on your stomach and on your pussy.  I begin by swirling my 
tongue around and round each nipple, slowly cleaning them of 
the whipped cream.  Proceeding down to your stomach, my 
tongue probes and searches in your navel to clean out every 
speck.  My journey continues to your marvelous pussy, the 
center of my desire, and yours as well.  Ever so slowly and 
softly my tongue caresses your clit.  Your hips come off the 
table to greet me, to assist me in bringing you to climax. 
 
I place two fingers inside you as I continue to lick and 
caress your clit.  With hooked fingers, I find your G-spot 
and press against it, finger tips circling and pressing, 
stimulating you internally as my mouth and tongue stimulate 
you externally.  Your hips are going wild now, churning, 
pressing, thrusting.  "Oh, Rick...Oh, yes, right 
there...just like that...oh, baby a little harder now...yah, 
just like that...Oh...OH...OH SHIT, YES...OH GOD, OH SWEET 
GOD, YES...I'M CUMMING...OH GOD I'M CUMMING...OH RIGHT 
NOWWWWW!!!!....... 
 
I climb upon the table with you and straddle your chest.  I 
apply more whipped cream between your breasts and lay my 
engorged cock between them.  You press them together as I 
fuck your tits, sliding in and out between them, coating my 
cock with the sweet cream.  "I want to taste you," you say, 
opening your mouth and inviting my cream covered cock into 
it.  You raise your head to take me.  I place my cock in 
your mouth and continue to thrust my hips back and forth 
while your head remains still.  It's incredible to watch as 
my cock slides in and out of your mouth.  As I get closer 
and closer, I warn you that I'm about to come.  "I want you 
to...I want you to come in my mouth so I can swallow all of 
your love..."  As my contractions begin, "Oh, God, 
Cindy...I'm CUMMING!!" you take me deeper into your mouth.  
As I begin to pump my load down your throat I can hear you 
gulping my cum, taking me inside you and drinking me 
down...oh, fuck, there is nothing more incredibly erotic 
than a woman that would do that for a man.  A woman with no 
hang-ups, a woman who loved EVERY aspect of the sexual 
experience. 
 
Our hearts return to normal, eventually, and we look around 
at the whip creamy mess we have made all over 
ourselves...and giggle... 
 
Now, your highness, as promised...what is your 
bidding???............................... 


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