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(MF rom)

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My girlfriend and I had decided to take a trip into the mountains to a cabin a friend of mine owned. I was getting on towards spring but the cabin was still high enough in the mountains that there was a danger of a late snow so we packed carefully, bringing extra food and blankets, wine and some special things I packed, more on that later.

My girlfriend, Jess, is a stunner. She's about 6' with brown hair setting of the most incredible brown eyes you've ever seen. Perky 36b breasts that just beg to be sucked and caressed and fondled all night long. And believe me, I've spent many an hour doing just that.

We had very short notice when my friend told me about the cabin, but I still wanted to make this special for Jess. After packing my Jeep we headed off. I'm still amazed that she's my girlfriend. Still amazed that she'd pick an old coot like me for a lover. You see, we had first met online. She had IM'd me and we had chatted for a few months before deciding to meet. I was a little leery about meeting her. You see, I had met my first wife online as well. And that turned out to be a disaster. But Jess was different. From the first time we met it was like it was meant to be. Her hands on my body, her lips on mine were so right, like fate. And even after we met for the first time it was a while before we could be together full time due to some rather special circumstances.

I'll never for the rest of my life forget the first time we met at the movie theater to see Skulls. It was actually a good movie but please, don't ask me what it was about. I was way to busy drowning in Jess's eyes. From that day forward it was a long slide down into a very special place that I hope I never come up out of. Every time we met, every time we talked, online, phone or in person it was more and more special. She could make me laugh at the drop of the hat. She could cheer me up when I was down. She had this inner spirit, this inner glow. She would look at a situation and know what was right, and do it. So many stand on the sidelines of life and let it pass them by. Not Jess. She'd jump in with both feet and do the right thing not even thinking about the consequences. Several times this got her in trouble but it doesn't change the fact that it was the right thing to do. And every time it happened it made me want to burst with pride. To stand up and say, "That's MY girl done that!" Of course it also made me want to bop some sense into a few folks heads but that's another story.

And so as we drove I would keep glancing at her, as if to make sure she was real, that she was still there. And to reaffirm that impression, I drove with my hand resting on her thigh most of the way, caressing lightly, loving the feel of her body.

I think I must have hit a tender spot because she was squirming in her seat and pressing her thighs together, and would trap my hand between the warmth of them and squeeze. She returned the favor by reaching across and rubbing her hand along my thigh. I couldn't help but moan, we've not been together very long but she's discovered all my weaknesses already. She knows just how to drive me wild with lust and desire for her with the merest touch of her hands.

She smiled mischievously as her hand slide up and over the bulge that had popped up in my slacks. "Hummm but Richard, we just made love before leaving the house. How come you're all hard again? Did I do that?" you ask coyly.

With my breath catching in my throat, I croak out my reply, "Oh god Jess, you're such a vixen!" My hand falls on top of yours and I rub it harder against my bulge, my eyes closing momentarily with the intensity of the pleasure coming from your hand. Ever since that first time we'd met you've known just where to touch me to drive me wild with passion and desire. As if you could sense from moment to moment where to touch me, how to touch me. It was like you were the reflection on me in a mirror, my other self.

Sighing within myself at the feeling of happiness that spreads through me, my eyes close briefly then open again to look across and into yours. Driving through the snow covered mountains, hills white and so bright with reflected sunlight, everything looking new and pure and clean. I love the way the countryside looks after a good snow and I was looking forward to spending a few days with you in the cabin surrounded by snow even more. Because of how we met we'd not had a lot of time to spend together, just the two of us. Not as we both dreamed of, and wished for. But now, you were mine, all mine.

As we drive farther up into the mountains we continue to tease each other, driving ourselves mad with desire. When we finally get there, we pull into the drive and stop in front of the cabin. A rustic looking log cabin with a nice long wide front porch. On one end is a porch swing and set next to the door is a comfy looking love seat.

I step out of the car and take a deep breath of the fresh sweet mountain air. Glancing over at you as you step out of the car, a wicked gleam comes into my eyes and I quickly kneel to make good on the thought that just entered my mind. I quickly ball some snow up and stand up and toss it over the car where it smacks you on the back of your jacket.

You turn to me with a matching gleam in your eye and the fight is on! You bend and make a huge ball and toss it over, smacking me in the face and I splutter and run around the car, chasing you, gathering another handful of snow and tossing it at you, smacking you on your tush. Laughing, you run behind a tree and duck to make another and toss it from the safety of the tree.

Laughing in turn I rushed around the tree and tackled you and we both fell back into a huge snow bank and were buried, snow cascading down over us, getting in every nook and cranny. Stopping...do you have any idea how beautiful I find you, how wonderful your eyes are? Sighing within myself, marveling that you're here, in my arms. When we first met online you were like a dream. Something distant, at arms length, ephemeral. Having you in my arms in the dream made real and I don't think I will ever get used to it or stop wanting to feel you in my arms.

Even after we first met for real. There were so many obstacles to overcome. But somehow, we find ourselves together now, having come through all that. The wish of my heart made real. I know I've told you a hundred times at least....that a dream is a wish the heart makes. The wish of my heart has already come true.

"What's the matter? You look weird all the sudden." You ask.

"Nothing, I was just struck by how beautiful you are Jess." Smiling softly, I add, "Your like a dream for me. You make me feel so good. You make me laugh, smile, tingle inside. I guess I'm still in shock that a girl as beautiful as you is here in my arms, so close, so..." and I lean over and kiss you, softly tugging your lower lips into my mouth, feeling the warmth of your tongue, the wetness. Moaning softly as I feel you return the kiss, our tongue dancing as old friends together. Warm, soft, wet, tasting you, wanting you. "...kissable." I finish with a smile.

My hand reaches up and I brush a strand of your hair back from your forehead, letting the tips of my fingers brush lightly across your face. Cupping your chin, running the tips behind your ear, along your neck. Pulling your head, and lips, up to mine for another long slow deep wet kiss. I still remember the first time I did this, there in the theater. The way you looked in your jeans. Gray vest, black shirt. Me in my black GQ outfit, trying to look cool so you won't think I'm an old fart and dismiss me out of hand as so uncool.

"Come, let's get unpacked and inside by the fire, it's going to get dark soon and they predicted snow." Grabbing your hand I pull you up, and into my arms for one last kiss. "Can't seem to resist kissing you," I add with a smile.

"You don't see me complaining do you," you add with a light punch to my arm. We unpacked the car of the supplies we had brought with us. Mostly food. The cabin was well stocked with everything else, including canned goods, firewood and the like. It even had a nice well stocked wine cellar.

After unpacking I started a fire in the fireplace, laying the wood down, putting some fat wood underneath to get it started and lighting it up. The fat wood caught quickly and the flames were soon licking at the nicely dried oak quarters and before long there was a nice blaze in the grate.

You had disappeared into the bedroom, probably doing girl stuff. Or unpacking clothes perhaps. I moved to the kitchen and began to put the food away and after storing it all away I began to cook supper. I knew that you loved spaghetti and had brought everything I needed along with us to make you up a big pot. No, don't go asking for the secret recipe, my grandma gave that to me and it's a secret. Let's just say it had a couple of kinds of meat, tomato paste and sauce, spices of all kinds and about 50 kajillion cloves of garlic.

You joined me after a few minutes, walking up behind me and wrapping your arms around me and giving me a big hug, kissing me lightly on the back of my neck. I turned around with a smile in my eyes and looked into your brown ones. So deep a brown you feel like you could sink into them, drown in them. So beautiful that if you did, you wouldn't care.

One kiss led to another, and another. Soft kisses, the smell of you filling my nose. Humm how I love the smell of you, from the very first moment we met, the smell of you has lingered in my nose and imagination like an aphrodisiac. I wonder if you remember? No, that's a silly question, I know you do. We've talked about it enough.

"How can I help?" you ask.

"How about making the salad? Cutting up the tomato's and lettuce and such?"

"Sure, sounds easy enough!" you agreed enthusiastically. Watching you at work, your hands moving smoothly, so delicately. I'm a strange guy I guess. Most guys will classify themselves into "Ass men" or "I'm a breast guy," or "Legs man here." Me, I think a woman's whole body is a work of art, to be admired. And as I look at you, each part in turn, eyes, lips, face, hands, I am captivated.

I turn back to the spaghetti sauce, adding a few secret special ingredients and then covering it to simmer for an hour or two. Good sauce has to simmer before it's ready. I then turn to help you, our hands brushing against each others as we stand and work, and talk. Hips brushing against each other, just to feel you close, to know that you are there at my side after so long as just a distant dream. After so long as just someone I could meet from time to time for stolen kisses and hugs. Now you are mine and I will never let you go.

I finish helping with the salad and turn to the bread, making up some garlic butter. But not without first stopping to wrap you in my arms from behind and kissing the back of your neck. Smelling the scent of your hair, mixed with you, taking a deep breath, my nose pressed close to your body. My hands on your tummy, rubbing in circles, pulling you back against me.

Stopping and looking out the window, seeing that it has started to snow. "Oh look! It's snowing!"

I move to the front door and open it, stepping out onto the wide wooden porch. Feeling the quite hit me, almost as a physical thing. Have you ever been in the deep mountains? Heard the deep silences? Then pile on top of that a heavy winter snow storm? The only thing you can hear is the soft whistle of the snow falling through the air. All else is muted, silent. Like the deep silence of the heart. Where all your secret dreams are kept. The ones you never want to tell anyone for fear they may look at you funny. Or perhaps because you fear if you tell someone they won't come true. But they are there. And here, in the mountains, with snow falling all around, I knew that one of mine had come true.

Turning to each other, hugging each other close as we listened to the silent fall of snow in our own private winter wonderland. Kissing softly, lips entwined, the soft feel of your lips on mine, wet, warm, welcoming. It was still dream like to me. I had dreamed of your lips for so long, dreamed of being able to feel them on mine everyday for so long, to now feel them everyday. Truly, a dream come true.

Kissing you again, then holding your hand and moving back inside to finish dinner preparations. Which took longer than they should because we spent most of the time talking, with frequent stops to kiss and hug. Every time you'd walk around the island behind me, I'd feel your hand brush my ass, lightly caressing. Such a tease you are! Made me glad I had taken up bike riding again. My sister always said when I was younger and was racing bikes that I had a killer ass. Of course, I returned the favor. You have such a fine ass, much nicer than mine, I'm jealous. But not to much, after all, all I have to do is reach out, like this...and I do just that, my hand slipping down over the swell of your ass, cupping, squeezing, sliding down between your thighs and caressing your inner thighs softly.

"Hey! Watch where your hand is sliding mister! I'm not that kind of girl!"

"Oh? Then just what kind of girl are you?" I ask mischievously

"This kind," you quip, turning around and running your fingernails over the obvious bulge in my slacks, caressing the hard length of me.

I shudder and my eye lids flutter, "Oh my, I never knew! I'm shocked, simply shocked!"

"That's not what you said this morning cowboy, as I recall you said something like this...'Oh baby! That feels so good, more more!'" while talking your hand was busy rubbing and squeezing my shaft through my jeans, driving me insane with pleasure.

"MmmM god that feels so good Jess, so good!" my hips swaying and pressing into your warm hand, grinding against you.

"Humm yes, I think you said that too." you add, laughing softly.

A little breathlessly I reply, "umm oh yes, god what you do to me!" Pulling you close, kissing you hard and deep, my hands sliding up and cupping the firmness of your breasts, squeezing them softly through your top. Sliding my tongue down along the curve of your neck, licking, kissing, nibbling. Moving up behind your ear, smelling you're delicate perfume. Moaning deep in my throat. Nibbling your earlobe, whispering in your ear, "I want you Jess!"

I can feel you smile against the side of my face as I nibble your ear. "After dinner big boy, down Roofus down boy!"

"But, but...please? I'll do anything..." batting my puppy dog eyes at you.

"Anything? Now there's a tempting offer if I ever heard one...but, no, after dinner it will remain. Besides, you had some this morning. Don't want to spoil you with too much of a good thing."

"Harumph, you know my feeling on that. To much is just enough." I reply with a pinch to your tookus. But, I relent, content to wait until after dinner to take my revenge.

We both return to preparing the veggies and salad for dinner. Buttering the bread with garlic butter. Then, after we're done we clean up the mess and then stop outside to watch the snowfall and cuddle up on the big loveseat against the wall next to the front door.

Cuddled up close, keeping each other warm, talking, stopping to kiss, making out like two teenagers at a movie. And damm was I feeling good! The way you are supposed to feel with a beautiful woman in your arms. I don't know what made you IM me that firs time on AOL but I thank my lucky stars every day that you did.

The snow was starting to pick up now, coming down heavier, and the wind was up too, turning what was a gentle downfall into a regular full blown blizzard.

"I guess we made it just under the storm. I'm glad the place is well stocked. Come, let's get inside where it's warm. Foods probably about ready anyway."

We step inside and I turn the oven on and let it heat up and start a big pot of water with a little oil in it for the noodles. Then we set the table, two of everything, including wine glasses and candles. The oven heated quickly and I popped the garlic bread in to heat up. Then the noodles went into the boiling water. Soon everything was ready and we carried it all to the table. Turning the lights down low I lit the candles and joined you at the table, pouring the wine as I did so.

Taking my glass I lift it, "To us,"

"To us," you respond quietly, looking into my eyes, our glasses tinkling together.

I smile at you and lift the lid off the sauce and the smell of it quickly fills the room, thick and rich. Filled with the smell of spices.

"Hummm smells delicious! If it tastes half as good as it smells it's a masterpiece."

I smile with delight and bow my head to thank you for your compliment. "Thanks. But you really need to be thanking my Grandmother. She's the wonderful cook who taught me to love cooking."

"Thanks Grandma, wherever you are." You reply, raising you glass in another toast.

We ate, talking softly, enjoying the food and each other. Our hands would often touch and I'd let my fingers run along the backs of your hands. Or across the palms. I loved the feel of you. So warm and soft and sensual. Just like in the theater that first time. Your hands alongside mine, intertwined.

We finished with dinner and cleaned up, putting food away, washing dishes. Even those simple things were spiced with overtones of sensuality as we'd stop and kiss and grope each other at every turn. Soon the mess was cleaned up and we retired to the living room and the roaring fire. The fire had in front of it a deep plush soft as down throw. I added a few oversized pillows and some soft music in the background and we both laid down, moving close, cuddling.

"Humm Richard, thank you ever so much for bringing me here. It's a wonderful place, so beautiful, so peaceful." Turning to me, your lips find mine for a long lingering soul piercing kiss. Our tongues mingle together and I remember with a sudden clarity our first kiss, the way you tasted. The way your warm wet tongue felt against mine.

I return the kiss, with my eyes open, looking at your face, watching the orange/red light of the flames dance across your nose and forehead. I marvel at how much you've come to mean to me in such a short time. Wondering how it's possible, not really caring anymore. What is, is.

What I do care about is having you in my arms, here, now. Pulling back from your lips, brushing my hand across your face, pushing your hair away from your face, letting my fingers touch every part of your face. Tracing your lips, and nose, and cheek, the strong cheekbones. Brushing my finger tips across your forehead. Combing your hair back, trailing my fingers through your hair. Leaning down to kiss you again, to be kissed by you.

My fingers trail down your neck, feeling the soft curve of your neck. Along your shoulders, your arms, to your hands. Our fingers twining together. In turn I feel the fingers of your other hand running along my sides, my arms, my neck, face. Turning to kiss the palm of your hand, to lick between each finger, to suck the tip into my mouth, my tongue playing across it, eyes locked together.

Letting my hand run down your neck, to the buttons on your blouse. Teasing on, running the tip of my finger around it in circles as our hands continue to play together. You own fingers match mine, playing with a button on my shirt, as I undo yours, you undo mine. Together we continue, one button at a time. Fingers lightly brushing against each others skin. I feel the soft lacy material of your bra, you feel the tangle of my chest hair. Then down lower, across our tummies, around belly buttons. I spread my fingers wide, and lay my hand against the flat of your tummy. Loving the smoothness, the warmth of your skin. How smooth and soft and warm your skin is.

I tug the hem of your blouse out of your pants and you do the same for mine. And we use our finger tips to push them off each other. Hands trailing down shoulders and arms. When your blouse is off I lean down and kiss each shoulder, the light dancing off your skin, warming it, making it glow with muted firelight. Kissing, licking your soft warm skin. Pulling back, seeing your skin glisten with wetness where my tongue has touched your skin. Your own lips kissing my shoulders, and chest, and neck.

My fingers move to the snap on the front of your bra, and undo it. Letting your perfect perky breasts spill free. The perfume scent in your cleavage was intoxicating, making my head swim. Softly licking, tasting you, the tip of my tongue licking softly between your breasts. Kissing my way along until I find a ripe, hard nipple, taking it in my mouth, sucking softly, locking onto it. Teasing it with my lips and tongue. Hearing your breathing growing deeper, more labored, quicker.

My hands slide down and I undo the snap on your jeans. Pushing them down, slowly, loving the feel of your warm thighs. So firm, so taut. Kissing my way down with my hands. Down and off. My lips kissing back up again, soft kisses, soft nibbles, softer licks. Up to your powder blue lacy panties. Looking like something straight out of Victoria Secrets.

Kissing over the mound of your pussy showing so clearly through the lacy material. Taking hold of the elastic of the material and slipping it down your long sleek thighs. Hands trailing down as well, caressing, feeling you, loving the feel of you. Skin encasing firm muscle. Apparently, you have other ideas as I begin to kiss my way upwards.

You push me back and return the favor, licking around my chest, around the centers, along the edge of my nipples, finally locking onto them, sucking and teasing me as I had you. I kept switching sides, feeling you relax against me. Your hands wandering over my back and sides, my own hands never stopping. Everywhere my hands wandered I felt the same thing: a smooth soft layer of skin on top and underneath firm, ripe muscle.

Jess let me know when she'd had enough by turning to me and grabbing my arms and pinning my arms over my head. Leaning down for another round of heavy passion filled kissing. Kissing her way down my body, licking, kissing, blowing across my skin. My own breathing heavy now, deeper, filling with desire.

Down to my belly, licking around my belly button, her hand busy with the snap on my slacks. Undoing it then pulling the zipper down, trailing her finger tips over the silk covered bulge of my throbbing shaft. Kissing lower, pushing my slacks down over my hips, down along my thighs. Off. Hands sliding back up along my outer thighs, caressing, god how I love the feel of your hands on me.

Over the silk of my boxers your hands wander, caressing. Taking hold of the elastic and pulling them down as well. My throbbing shaft standing up, bouncing with each labored heart beat, the tip glistening with wetness. Kissing your way down my thighs and legs as you pull my boxers off.

Moving back up to kiss me, passion obvious in your every move. Lips locked together in a deep, soul felt kiss. Long, deep, wet, seeming to last a week. And yet, over all to soon. Your hungry lips left mine and began to move south, tracing a line down the center of my chest, my belly, and coming agonizingly close to my raging cock. You rise up and contemplate my leaning tower.

"Ready?" you ask, not expecting an answer, at least not a coherent one. I mumble something which you must take as a yes because you swoop down on my engorged shaft and tease the tip with your tongue.

I gasp out with the intensity of the feeling coursing through me, rising from my shaft and seeming to explode somewhere behind my eyes, lights going off inside my head. Your hands on my cock, lifting as your tongue worked its magic along the length. Licking, teasing, kissing, the warmth of your tongue and breath mingling. My hips rising off the floor, wanting more, but you continue to tease and torment me.

Looking up at me with a wicked sly smile on your lips your lips open and you take the swollen head into your mouth. Laving the tip, swirling around and around, teasing another drop of my slick fluid from the tip. Delighting in it, licking it off. Sucking hard, more of me slipping inside the warm wet cavern of your lips. Feeling the suction, overwhelmed by the feelings. Oh please, please never let it end I think to myself.

I am NOT gonna blow this too soon, I vowed, I am not. Baseball, think about baseball. Orioles. Ripken should hit 3000 pretty early, maybe during the Detroit series; I should try to get tickets. The O's will probably suck in the beginning, especially with Erikson on the DL. Their bullpen isn't looking too solid, except maybe compared to last year. Sweet Jesus, I can't hold this much longer!

"How are you doing up there?" Mercifully, Jess's mouth had come away from my cock. She was watching my face while her right hand played idly with my balls.

I was panting like a sprinter at the finish line. "Fine," I squeaked painfully. "I was just wondering if this is Mussina's year to win 20 games."

Jess grinned down at me wickedly. "I love a guy with self control," she said. "Batter up!" With that, she climbed back up on top of me and pinned my shoulders to the throw with her hands. She teased me just a little more, grinding her hips against me once or twice, letting me feel the wet smears she left where her thighs touched me, then she rose up and thrust herself down over my shaft. "Oooooh," she moaned, "Feels like the heavy hitter is in the box."

Her eyes closed and she sat upright, letting herself settle farther and farther down on me until I was buried to the hilt. "You feel so good inside me," she said. "I could stay like this for hours." Then she quickly looked back at my face, and laughed heartily at the worried look she found there. Even the laughter was mild torture, as it caused her muscles to contract around my shaft.

"Don't worry, I was only kidding; I'm as close to the edge as you are, and I think we've both waited long enough."

The got me laughing too, a painful, almost maniacal laughter that made my cock twitch. "Do you torment all your men like this?"

Her face softened. "No, this is all just for you. I've been fantasizing about this since late Monday night."

I laughed softly one more time. "I'm always the last to know," I lamented.

Jess put a finger to her lips and began slowly pumping her legs, lifting herself up and dropping herself back down over my saddle horn. I reached up, found her breasts, and gave them plenty of loving attention. Her eyes opened wider and stared directly into mine, making some kind of electrical connection between us. I couldn't have looked away if I'd wanted to. She began to moan with each stroke and each squeeze of a breast. I was very happy for the morning love making session at that point, because it relieved the pressure just enough to give me a little extra stamina - without it I was sure I'd have blown my load long before. As it was, I was able to keep going and concentrate on the rising pitch and pace of Jess's heavy, gasping breaths. Her moans became grunts, and then short groans, and then she threw her head back violently and let out a loud, joyous cry. I felt her muscles clamp down tightly against me and her entire body shuddered. Her weight shifted as her spine relaxed; the hands that had been caressing her breasts were now supporting her writhing frame. I held her steady, breathing with her, keeping myself pressed firmly in place where it seemed to do the most good, and as she let out another loud cry I felt my cock explode. Bright spots crossed my field of vision as I surrendered to my own overpowering climax.  For a few seconds my entire body ran on automatic pilot, clenching and releasing with every heavy pulse of my cannon. 

When it was over I had no strength left to hold her up; Jess folded down on top of me and slid off, rolling over onto her back with a huge, blissful sigh. "You have no idea how badly I needed that."

"I can relate," I replied.

Without another word, Jess rolled over onto her side and pulled me up toward her. My head fell neatly between her breasts. I tossed an arm around her, nestled in, and we both went to sleep nestled together in front of the fire with a winter storm howling outside.

I woke up a few hours later with a dry mouth. Easy enough to take care of. I even managed to get myself disentangled and to the bathroom without waking Jess.  Standing in the bathroom doorway, the light of the fire bouncing off your body, I found myself standing still, just admiring the beauty and peace of the sleeping woman. Does anything compare? Not when she's as beautiful as my Jess.

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