Night To Remember - Allie and Jack Her Story: ..Allie smiled, nervous suddenly. "Um," she said, realizing Jack was waiting, "let's go inside," she added, pointing to the door. He opened it and they slipped inside. She stopped him from turning on the light and slid her arms around his waist. The two of them stood there, holding each other, in the dark. But it was not really dark. The drapes were pulled back from the windows and the light of the full moon allowed them see quite well. He kissed her. And then took her hand and brought it down to touch him. It was like a bolt through her, the rush of desire that came, and for a moment she could scarcely touch him for the reaction inside her. "Here," she said, breaking away from his mouth. "What?" Jack whispered, sounding hoarse. "Here," she whispered. "Right here." Jack smiled. "You can bounce to the ceiling on the bed..." His voice broke off and his eyes closed against the touch of her hand. "Here," Allie said, wanting only to act and not to think anymore. "Oh, here," Jack managed to get out, pressing against her hand. Then he jerked back from her, whipping off his jacket with such ferocity that she had to laugh. "Funny, eh?" he said, throwing the jacket and fumbling at his tie. He pulled the knot apart and yanked it out of his collar, tossing that too. "You think this is funny," he said as she chuckled, eyes on her, tearing now at his cuff links and throwing them and then saying, "Oh, hell!" taking hold of his shirt and simply tearing it apart, buttons flying. Then he lunged at her, taking hold of her dress-- "Not my dress!" she cried, laughing, and he laughed too, but then they were quiet, their breath picking up as he unzipped her dress and helped her out of it. She tossed it over a chair and turned to him in her slip and, as he kissed her, she undid his belt, unhooked his pants, unzipped them and eased them down over his hips. And then, gently, she brought her hands back up to ease his shorts down as well. And then, with her lower body in a lock of anticipation, she allowed herself the pleasure of sliding her hands down to feel him. "Oh!" She groaned a little, he felt so wonderful. "Oh!" This was for her, all for her; and she was gentle with her hands, reverent, and grateful. He was already hard for her. Allie couldn't stop touching him because he was so different and she wanted to know him. This was Jack in her hands, so plentiful, and so hard here, and so sleek there, and so soft here- and there, how soft he felt yet so long and hard. She wanted him to feel how much she loved him, how wonderful he made her feel, she could hold him like this forever. Holding her shoulders, his breath had turned ragged. And now, holding is breath, he pulled down the straps of her slip and pulled the whole thing down over her breasts. "Oh sweetheart," Jack sighed, taking her breasts in his hands. And then his body seized up for a moment- his hands going rigid on her breasts-and she stopped her hands and simply held him. "Oh yes," Jack said, voice scarcely audible, his body relaxing just a bit and hands moving over her breasts again. With each breath he made a small sound of exertion in his throat, and his hands grew stronger, massaging her breasts, pulling the rhythm of her breath to his, to that of his hands, of his sounds and sighs, and then, a moment later, to the rhythm of his gyrations in her hands. One hand left her breast and slid down over her waist, over her hip and under her slip, feeling for her panties, finding them, tugging at them, an inch on this side, an inch on that, and then his hand slipped down inside and in between her legs. "Oh darling," Jack sighed, touching her, feeling her, "Oh Allie." She was very wet and at first she couldn't believe the sound his hand was making with her. "Jack," she gasped, on the verge of coming. "Oh, wait, please-let's-can we...?" and he understood exactly what she meant because he dropped to his knees, pulling her slip all the way down to the floor and then her panties too, and then pulling her down to the floor. Jack kicked his shoes off, rolling to his side to kick his pants off too, and Allie lay there, on the floor, watching him. Wanting him. Pants off, he scooted up beside her and touched the side of her face. Then he slowly moved over and gently lowered himself down on her. Allie felt him pressing heavily on the inside of her thigh, and she reached down between them as he lifted himself slightly, found him, and held him for a moment. "Oh-could there be anything, anything as good as this?" Allie thought. She brought her knees up slightly, shifting, guiding him to her. She brought her hand away. For a moment they hung there, on this threshold, looking into each other's eyes. Jack let out a breath, then, took another, held it, and looking her straight in her wonderful brown eyes, grasped her shoulders more firmly, he surprised her by one long, slow stroke, continuous push inside her, spreading her to what felt like the limit-the divine limit, "oh, god!"- and she closed her eyes, gasping in both pleasure and surprise, and when she opened them again and saw his face, his expression, she nearly came on the spot. Oh, it was just such a good, good fit, the two of them-it was just so teeth-clenching, lower-ache-agony good! And Jack lurched into his first move and it was never steady after that, and she realized that he was as close to orgasm as she was, already; because he was trying to be smooth in his withdrawal, smooth in his re-entry, trying to give the very best of him, all of him, by drawing out very far and then pushing back into her as far as she would take him, which was just about exactly how much he had - striving to get into her body. They were lurching, muscles straining to perform gracefully but bodies demanding-- "Oh Jack," Allie moaned, feeling it way down there, deeply down there, right there where he was up against her. It all came tearing loose out of her there in a second, rolling outward and then barreling up through her spine, pulling everything up with it, spreading, rising, rising. " Oh, Oh, Jack, Jack," Allie gasped, arching up against him, feeling it, feeling him furiously resume with her, making her come, "oh god!" How good, good, good, this was, how good it was to come under him, how good it as to feel her muscles convulse around him, knowing that it was him, her Jack; this was heaven. Sliding her hands down over his buttocks, easing, feeling him slow, feeling his muscles, easing, feeling the warmth seeping between them, sharing it, the warmth, the wetness, easing, stopping, sighing. Allie lay there, reveling in the feel of him, in his warmth, in the certainty that someone had to have spent aeons perfecting this fit. Oh, what a wonderful man. So loveable, so kind, so bright, and so very, very wonderful. He raised his head from her shoulder to look at her. He kissed her. And then he kissed her again. And then he rubbed his cheek against her mouth. And then they kissed once more. " Darling I love you but next time let's use the bed. I think we may have given each other some rug burns!" Allie burst into laughter as she hugged Jack to her, "Whatever you say Sweetheart!" --------------------------------- Early Morning Review The early morning light streamed into her bedroom and Jack lay awake, staring past the curve of Allie's hip to the trees outside, now cast in their fall yellows and the beginning of browning. He put his hand gently on the lovely curve, loving it, worshipping its beauty and thought quiet thoughts about the previous night. They had been late, the concert, then a late night dinner, holding hands, quick kisses between bites, holding hands across the corner of the table, their knees touching, then legs and toes intertwined, wanting to get closer, smiling into each others eyes as they talked. And they talked about no inconsequential thoughts, but interesting things their minds could play with as part of the fondling their bodies were doing. Funny, he thought how the thrills coursing through him punctuated the thoughts and their conversation making it all the more dear and pleasureful. They made love as soon as they came though the door, neither could stand any further delay. "Here," she whispered. "Right here." Her words, so urgently whispered, thrilled him to the core, making his body tremble as he pulled her close. Now lying there in her bed, he turned it over in his mind again, nearly feeling her breath again as she had uttered it, he shivered with pleasure again. Allie's breathing beside him was steady and quiet, sounding as if she were still feeling the completeness of their orgasms deep in each other's bodies. It was as if he could feel hers and she had felt the intensity of his, there locked together, his cock exulting in the embrace of her tightness. He reached to caress her hip through the light sheet covering her, concealing her from his view, but promising, ...... promising. Holding her shoulders, his breath had turned ragged. And now, holding is breath, he pulled down the straps of her slip and pulled the whole thing down over her breasts. "Oh sweetheart," he remembered uttering as the familiar thrill -- it was always the same when her breasts were exposed to his eyes, the thrill of it - and she had smiled up at him as his eyes devoured her, then closed her eyes as he had begun the loving of them with his hands, lifting them, surrounding them, bringing her nipples, so erect, into the crotch between his thumb and forefinger. Holding her in his hands, lingering, loving, lusting, shuddering at their softness. Jack loved the soft satiny feeling of them, loved to caress them, then squeeze them, because of his urgency and there being no way to hold back. He had felt the frustration of not being able to get even closer, to share their loveliness somehow even more than just fondling. So he placated himself by concentrating on making his caresses express his love, trying to make Allie feel so wonderful that she would know his love more deeply. Jack moved closer, lifting the sheet so that he could gaze at her pretty bottom and then brought his body against her, "spooning" she called it, he recalled. Allie stirred slightly pressing back into the cove made by his body, touching his hardness. He realized that the thought of her breasts and thinking about the night before had brought him to erection. He thrilled to the touch of the end of his cock finding the softness where the lush curve of her bottom creased into her thighs and formed a compound curve separating thighs, and bottom; It was a delicious promise of the warmth of her pussy now protected by this loveliness. It reminded him of the point where everything came together in the soaring arches of the gothic cathedrals they had admired in awe while touring England. It reminded him of how they came together, too. Again he shuddered with pleasure at the thought. (.......he dropped to his knees, pulling her slip all the way down to the floor and then her panties too, and then pulling her down to the floor.) (she reached down between them as he lifted himself slightly, found him, and held him for a moment.) (..........looking her straight in her wonderful brown eyes, grasped her shoulders more firmly, he surprised her by one long, slow stroke, continuous push inside her, spreading her.....) Jack shuddered, again as the memories came faster now. He smiled to himself and stretched a yawning, early morning stretch compounded with the shiver coursing through his body. "mmmnnnnhhhhhh!" He laughed quietly at his erotic memories and allowed himself a long lingering, exciting memory of how it had felt as he pressed himself into her wetness in that one long uninterrupted, tender but powerful thrust. Her body had separated before the insistent head of his cock, then tightened around it -- gripping first the thickness just past its swollen head, then embracing all of him in her wetness, in the searing heat of her sweet pussy. He recalled how Allie had risen to meet his thrust, welcoming him into her body. Again Jack's body tensed around the thoughts and he pressed closer. His hands had found her breasts, slipping one hand under her body, not really trying to avoid waking her now. He wanted her so much it was like an ache. And she was here, her softness so warm against him, the scent of her in his nostrils. He felt lucky, luxurious, languorous, even, at having the pleasure of her in his arms, as she stirred now under his caresses. "mmmmmmmnnnnnn, mmmnh, darling." She leaned back into his embrace, her hand idly touching his thigh, toying with the hair of his leg. She took her time coming out of her sleep. Letting the pleasure seep into her limbs, the pleasure of waking from a delightfully satisfied sleep to find your lover's body fresh there against you, warming you, holding you, cradling you, and ............... wanting you. Allie rolled this moment around in her mind, knowing that he was there, waiting, thinking about her, wanting her, knowing that they would lie here in this warm comfort zone and then, in there own time, would make love, giving each other again the pleasure of their bodies ...... slowly this time...... lovingly .....she knew she would take him soon, soon, into the secrecy of her body, that she would feel his throbbing excitement at the touch of her pussy surrounding his hardness, ........... and she pressed herself against him, feeling his cock slip between her thighs ............. Wondered at the thrill it gave there just touching the entrance to her, touching and just beginning to open the lips of her pussy. She wondered how long they would be able to lie together like this, the wetness just beginning, Jack's cock feeling like his tongue, ....tasting her. She wondered if he would soon open her legs and kiss her there, if his real tongue would soon be licking her, toying with her clitoris, tasting her juices. "mmmmmmmnnnnnn .........goooood morning, Jack" she stretched and it felt wonderful. "...... do you ............... still love me, Jack??" "Yes," simply, warmly, it was enough. Allie turned to him, ------- an early morning smile, -------- rubbing the sleep from her brown eyes, -------- extending her languorous, pleasure filled stretch to include him by extending her arm past his neck, just touching below his ear, ---------- the smile became the wide grin he loved so much, "That's nice", she giggled, and pulled herself close against him. The hair of his chest felt fresh and crisp against her nipples, her flat tummy tingled against the smooth skin of his stomach. "What were you thinking? Or, should I say 'penny for your thoughts?'" She smiled and giggled again. "Can't tell you" she burbled, laughing out loud. "Of course you can, ........ what?" No, can't, I'm too shy! It's embarrassing." She laughed again, that infectious full-throated laugh that Jack loved from her. He pulled the sheet up over both their heads, trapping their breath to enjoy in mingled pleasure. The morning light became diffused, engulfing them in the pale yellow light of the sheet. "There, now we're alone, you can tell me now?" Jack 's lips nibbled at hers, tasting the hint of the flavor of her lipstick lingering from last night. His lips moved to her ear lobes as she craned her neck, stretching again and inviting his kiss to touch the tender sensitivity just below her ear. Allie looked into his eyes, pausing to think if she should be honest or make up something equally inviting, but not admitting what she had been thinking. She wondered why she should feel slightly self-conscious about asking him for the pleasure his lips gave when they found the softness between her legs and explored the valley there between her lips. "Isn't it funny, after all the wonders we've had exploring each others' bodies, that I should still be self-conscious to talk about my thoughts?" "Ah, the child lives in us forever, doesn't it? Come now, what is it?" Jack was excited by the thought of her yielding her private thought, her private desire, her special lust for him. Their breath created a warmth beneath the sheet which was a private ambiance only for the two of them. A secret place. A place for their secrets. A warm spot away from the world. Jack kissed her forehead and then pressed his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes expectantly. Allie bit her lip through her smile and looked into his eyes. She became slightly coquettish, and Jack's hands found her nipples, caressing, fondling, comforting, enjoying. Allie felt his hardness lightly against the thatch of curls at her mound. She felt so completely sensuous and so completely loved, a shudder of pleasure affected her whole body, lighting her smile. "Well, ...... when we were lying here before, ......... that is, when I woke up, ...... you woke me ........ I didn't let you know I was awake. It was so nice to awake to the feel of you there , ....... there between my legs, and feel your breath on my back, it was so delicious I didn't want it to end. Nice, you know? And soft ---- uh, not you, ..." she giggled, ' I mean the feeling of me feeling all soft and moist. You feeling big and hard," She paused to kiss him, a nice long one with her tongue exploring first his lips, then slipping between them to just touch his tongue with hers. "and just touching my wetness, ........ I was thinking how it reminded me of your tongue, ............... how lovely your tongue is teasing me there, ...... how it makes me feel so happy, and so ......... actually how it makes me feel more attractive, pretty even, like a queen. It lifts me on top of the world.!!!! Now, is that silly, or what?" Her lips joined them again to smother any comment and she pressed tight against him, finding the warmth of his body comforting. Jack felt the length of her loveliness against him and then felt her legs part and invite him as she latched her leg behind his. "Oh, ------- that is so nice!" Jack responded spontaneously. "Wow, that's great! I love it!" His hands cupped the delightful fullness of her ass, pulling her urgently against him. Holding a long kiss, Jack slipped the covering sheet slowly down their eagerly clasped bodies and began slipping down her body, maintaining the warm contact and loving the softness of her skin against his. He guided her onto her back as he slipped lower. She watched him as their eyes held fast to each other. She pulled a pillow under her head so she could watch him, watch his eyes holding her, pulling her, fondling her. Allie felt his arms along the length of her body, felt his hands as they stroked the upper slopes of her breasts with the light stroke now so familiar to her in his loving. She squirmed as his lips kissed her curls and his breath teased the lips of her pussy. She watched as he pursed his lips and blew on her waiting mound, turning his head back and forth slowly until the cool tickling sensation made her shiver and then smile again at him, blinking her eyes slightly as her anticipation peaked. Slowly, Jack extended his tongue, still holding her with his eyes, though she saw his eyes stray to her perky nipples jutting so strongly as his caress pleased them so. Now his tongue found the beginning of the cleft of her pussy, he paused, turning his head from side to side again, using his tongue like a rapier, teasing her. She felt her moistness increasing her readiness for him. She stretched her arms wide as if making a snow angel, thrashing them a couple of time in shear pleasure, then felt his tongue part her, ..... felt him move to find her clitoris, ....... felt the excited state of the pink, extended, flushed tip of her sensuality jump as she reacted to his loving tongue. Allie reached to touch his face with both hands. Her fingers explored the contours of his cheekbones, traced around his eyes, feeling how the skin of his face move as his tongue licked her so intimately. She resisted the urge to grab him tightly and pull him even tighter into her wetness, just softly caressed his face. She opened even wider to him, bringing her hands to her own lips, spreading herself for him, enjoying the feeling of being so completely open to him. She loved the shared intimacy of the gesture and opened her legs even wider, drawing her knees up. She closed her eyes and seemed to be floating, totally open, totally his for this moment, totally consumed by the pull of his lips on her clitoris. He held it there, sensing her enjoyment, pulling it between his lips, moving slowly, so slowly, so very slowly and lovingly. She felt his finger tips press her nipples, then push them in circles against the swelling of her breasts. Allie couldn't avoid a gasp of pleasure. "Oh, Jack ........ darling!"Night To Remember version2-allietl