Hideaway {ewtsl} (MF, Rom)

by Ewtsl

Copyright 2004: All Rights Reserved

Disclaimer
If you are not of age to read or possess sexually oriented material or it is
against the law in your country, state, province, city, etc. please do not
read any further.  This story depicts consensual sexual activities between
adults.  All characters, events, etc. are purely fictional 
and any relationship to people, events, places, etc. in the
past, present or future is purely coincidental. If this
type of work offends you, please stop reading now. 

"Hideaway" by Ewtsl

Her thoughts moved from dreams to conciousness. It
took her a moment to remember where she was. First,
she listened, and heard the sound of the waves hitting
the sand and the sound of the birds in the trees and
oh yes, the rhythymic sound of his breathing just
behind her. She opened her eyes and saw the palm trees
through the windows of the room, and the clear sky at
dawn beyond that. And feel, she felt her own bare skin
against the sheet, his breath caressing her neck
through her hair. His skin too. One arm was wrapped
around her middle, just under her breasts. The other
was straight down against his body, and hers, along
the right side of her back, his hand resting the cheek
of her ass. His body was pressed up against her. She
could feel the skin of his chest against her back, his
stomach too. Her bottom was nestled in the cradle of
his hips. And his cock, his cock was nice and hard, as
usual, pressed in tight against her buttocks. No,
wait, it wasn't, it was...it was...inside her, fully
erect even though he was sleeping. She remembered now,
they had fallen asleep this way, in this position and
surprisingly hadn't moved the whole night. Thinking
about last night combined with the feel of his thick
member still inside of her started to make her pussy
wet. It didn't take much these days, just the thought
of how perfectly he fit into her and how it felt when
they moved together. Now fully awake and aroused, she
moved one hand down between her legs. Trying to be as
still as possible, she opened up her legs just enough
to slip her fingers in between the folds. She was warm
and wet. She used the moisture to lubricate her clit,
make it nice and slippery. She moaned softly as she
circled it, teased it. It felt so good combined with
the warm, live, dildo stuffed in her cunt. Without
really realizing it, she began to move her hips,
rocking back and forth against him. He stirred. The
one hand on her ass squeezed her, the other hand moved
up to touch one of her nipples. He began to move his
hips back and forth as well. Now both awake, they
fucked, as they had the night before. He was using
long deep strokes to penetrate her. She kept her
fingers moving against her clit, but straying down as
well to feel his cock sliding in and out of her. She
felt her first orgasm build and peak, she gasped. She
knew he could feel the walls of her pussy tightening
around him. She felt his pace increasing, the strokes
deepening, and then he came, powerfully, deep inside
of her. 

Now that they were both awake, they got out of bed,
the simple futon placed on the floor of the one-room
house. It was already bright outside, they must have
slept in later than usual. "I'm going to take a
shower, care to join me?" "Sure." They padded, naked,
outside to the shower, really just a spigot pointing
down from the wide eaves of the roof that was
connected to the rainwater cistern on top of the
house. The shower was on the shady side of the house,
with large, smooth stones to stand on. The water was
warm but not hot as it spilled onto their bodies. They
stood bodies together, facing each other, as the water
ran down their skin, hands on each other's hips,
rocking back and forth so each could rinse their hair.
He relased her from his hold and grabbed the soap off
of the dish (why did it always stick so much?), worked
up a lather, and began to rub it all over her body
with his hands, not slowly enough to be overtly
sexual, but certainly not quickly enough to be
clinical either. His strong hands massaged her neck
and shoulders as she lifted her hair up and away with
her hands. He moved his soapy hands to the front and
rubbed her breasts, fingertips lingering on her
nipples just for a moment. He moved close to her
again, this time his body next to hers from behind.
His hands moved in soapy circles down her stomach,
past her navel, down to between her legs. She could
tell he was enjoying soaping her up because she could
feel his cock hardening against her ass while his
fingers moved in and around between her lips. It was
pointing down, so as it stiffened, it pushed up more
insistently against her rear. Satisfied that her folds
had been cleansed sufficiently, he crouched down and
began soaping up her legs. He started with each foot,
letting her lean on his back while he rubbed it,
getting in between each toe. Then, setting it back on
the stones, he would move his hands up, rubbing the
soap all over each calf, and then up the thigh, and
then finally finishing with a thorough soaping of each
hip and buttock (fingers wandering a bit, of course).
Then, he guided her back under the water and collected
water in his hands to help rinse her off. "Mmmmmmm, no
one makes me feel so dirty while getting clean like
you do" she smiled at him. "Your turn." She faced him,
standing close enough so that his hard dick was
resting on her stomach. She looked into his eyes while
she soaped up her hands, then began to rub the lather
onto his shoulders and arms and chest, then put her
breasts against his body so she could reach around him
to wash his back. Her hands slid down his body to rest
on his ass, her soapy hands spreading the suds all
over both cheeks. She guided him under the flowing
water to rinse off, then sank to her knees after
getting her hands soapy again. Her face just inches
from the tip of his erect penis, she ignored it while
she washed his feet and calves and thighs. Finally,
she directed her gaze at the hard cock pointed
straight at her and used her hands to wash first his
hips, her hands moving ever closer and then onto the
base of his cock and onto his balls. Moving her soapy
hands all around, she worked one of them up and down
his shaft. He groaned with appreciation, but after a
few moments, she directed him back under the water to
rinse. Once the soap was washed off, she pulled him
back to where she was still kneeling and put one hand
up under his balls, one around the shaft, pulling the
skin off of the head, and then slowly took him into
her mouth, tongue swirling. She loved the feel of of
his warm throbbing member inside of her mouth, and
from the sounds he was making she could tell he was
enjoying it as well. She thought about making him cum
right there, but the tingling in her pussy gave her
another idea. She slipped him out of her mouth as he
made a slight moan of disappointment and stood up.
"Let's go take a walk to dry off." They turned off the
water and started walking down the walkway on the side
of the house onto the sand of the beach. The house was
isolated, probably 5 miles in either direction from
their nearest neighbors. The house itself was on a
crescent shaped portion of the beach, perhaps a
half-mile long, soft sand along the entire distance
except for rocky stretches just at the ends. This
fact, combined with the fact that they were about 1
hour from the nearest resort town, meant that they
almost never saw anyone on the beach, and therefore,
almost never bothered to get dressed. As they stepped
onto the sand, the sun hit their bodies, now well
tanned from being in the sun so much. They walked
along, slowly, ankle-deep in the warm water, the
gentle waves moving to and fro over their feet. They
walked a bit, hand in hand, until they came to a palm
tree stand that came close to the water. Here they had
placed a couple of wooden lounge chairs, up where the
tide didn't reach. She led him over to one of the
chairs and sat him down. She reached back behind the
chair and lowered the back until it was flat with the
rest of the chair. As he looked up at her and the sky,
she walked over to where his head was, and then facing
his feet, began to walk forward straddling the chair.
When her knees were even with his ears, she stopped
moving and then leaned forward. Her hands gripped the
sides of the chair, even with his hips. Curious about
what was going to happen, his penis had hardened again
(had it even gotten soft?). Moving her weight to one
arm, she put the fingers of her other hand around it
and stroked it a few times. At the same time, she felt
his hands move up to stroke the undersides of her
thighs. His thumbs moved up to her lips and rubbed
along them. She knew they could feel how wet she had
become. His hands then pulled her cunt toward his
mouth and she gasped as his tongue started exploring
her pussy. He made it stiff and thrust it into her
hole, then withdrew and he began licking and sucking
her. Now she was having trouble supporting herself
with one hand, so she put the other hand back on the
chair edge. She moved her head around so that her long
curls would brush against his lap and cock. His penis
twitched, yearning for more contact. She lowered her
mouth to it and took it into her mouth. She tried to
concentrate on what she was doing, but the things his
mouth was doing to her clit were making that very
difficult. She felt two of his fingers slip into her
cunt, searching for her spot. Once they had found it,
it didn't take long for her second orgasm of the
morning to occur. She wasn't sure what her mouth was
actually doing to his dick, but based on the way his
hips were moving, it must be enjoyable enough. Fearing
her legs would collapse, she straightened up for long
enough to move and sit at the end of the chair.
Spreading his legs wide apart, she leaned down and
took him back into her mouth. Less distracted this
time, she placed her fingers around the base of his
cock and took him deep within her mouth. She moved her
head up and down the length of him and she could feel
the effect it was having on him. He was making groans
of pleasure, and before long his hips began to
undulate, trying to fuck her mouth. She slipped him
out a little bit, now just the head in her mouth, and
began massaging the underside with her tongue while
her hand pumped the shaft. With a large buck of his
hips and a grunt he came, his hot seed shooting into
her mouth. She swallowed it and kept her mouth around
him, his cock staying hard. After a minute, she took
him out of her mouth. "Ready to stick that somewhere
else?" His raised eyebrow signaled his agreement. She
put her knees up on the cushion next to his hips,
straddling his body. Then she lowered her wet cunt
onto the tip of his dick. Slowly, she slid down his
length. She loved the way he filled her, the way it
seemed that her pussy and his cock were two matching
pieces of sculpture, one the companion piece of the
other. They began to move in rhythym. There in the
midmorning sun they fucked, fucked for a long time,
fucked in that one position. She came 5, maybe 6
times like that. Each orgasm brought a renewed flow of
juices to her pussy and his stiff cock would renew its
assault on her cunt. She would cum again, they would
rest, and then one of them, or both, would start the
motions all over again. Finally, his thrusting became
more insistent, deeper, faster. The feel of his dick
rubbing against her spot made her cum one more time,
followed in rapid succession by his orgasm, shooting
another load deep into her. This time, she collapsed
onto him, kissing him, his arms around her.
Reluctantly, she slid him out of her and sat up. They
both got up off the chair and walked over the sand
into the crystal blue water. The water embraced their
bare skin as they swam back to the house for
breakfast. 