Stoemy Weather

[citore]

Stormy Weather

My uncle Matt and I had always been close. I think it was the fact that he was only a few years my senior that spawned such a closeness between us. My mother’s younger brother and his new wife had moved to her families Wyoming home only weeks after her dad had died and left her mother alone with the sprawling farm. It had been so sudden for us all and now the tragedy had worsened. Matthew was taken from us suddenly as well, a tractor accident, the family was devastated and this time Jenni, Matthew’s widow and her mother had been left alone with the farm.

My parents had named me Cal, because of the dream they shared to someday live in California(old hippie dreams I always thought). I was 25 the night they sat me down and made their proposal for me to put my school on hold and temporarily move to the farm and help out Jenni and her mother until things could be arranged for more a permanent solution. I think it was my dedication to the memory of Matt that finally made me say yes. That was 2 years ago.

Now a disagreement with Jenni over a planned camping trip with my friends had chased me from the house. I was so pissed when I had left the house that the idea of returning had not even crossed my mind. Of course, I’m sure Jenni was not too concerned, considering that I was afoot, after all, how far could I go.

That was hours ago and now a sky the color of lead was pelting me with the first cold rain of the early fall season. My wide brimmed hat and denim jacket offered little shelter and it had become obvious that shelter was indeed what I needed. The large tree that had seemed so inviting just moments ago was split from roof to root as a steely blue streak of lightning had claimed it’s prey just before I had gotten close enough to use it as shelter. Guess my luck wasn’t all bad! But once again, the problem at hand was shelter.

As the cold rain dripped off the brim of my hat I pressed on into the twilight, feeling pretty down on myself for having stormed out and even worse, now allowing my current situation to disorient me, it was all uncharacteristic of me. As the light faded and the impending storm gathered around me a panic that I had never known came over me, drenched and cold I could see no way out of this. I needed to get out of the weather and soon or I would put myself at risk.

In the distance, I could make out what appeared to be lights, a welcome sight. My pace quickened as the thought of shelter relieved me. I was so lost, it embarrassed me, I had been here for two years and been all over this country side, but had never seen the cabin that I had stumbled onto and I could not get to it fast enough. Finally reaching the cabin, my instinct was to pound on the door, and pound is what I did. Was any one home? The cabin not having any type of porch was not much shelter, through the windows I could see a fire in the fire place, surely someone was here. Pound, pound, pound ..... oh please, someone open this door.

She was as tall as me, damp auburn hair that fell onto her shoulders, striking blue eyes and exposed shoulders that drew my eyes away from her questioning stare. The look on her face and her dress(an oversized bath towel), made it clear, the woman who came to the door was not expecting guest on this miserable night, but it made no difference to me, as long as someone was home to save me from the elements.

 

[ranajja]

My life had gotten 'way too hectic lately. I was in a rat race and the rats were winning. I knew if I didn't get away soon, I would come unglued. One night, as I was out with friends and bemoaning my wretched existence, my dear sweet sorority sister came through for me. Apparently, her parents owned a small cabin in the middle of nowhere and expected her to check on it periodically, and "roughing it", even for a day, wasn't exactly her cup of tea. She practically forced the keys into my hands, insisting that I needed to get away and this would be the perfect place. Well, she didn't exactly have to twist my arm, and since school didn't start again for a few days, I packed a bag, and with her rough map in hand, I drove off into the sunset.

I left my car where the road ended and followed a well-worn path straight to the cabin. She said it would be rustic, and it was. Old, rustic, rugged, practically hidden--perfect. Once inside, I had to laugh at my "city girl" friend---her idea of "primitive" evidently meant no telephone, no TV, and, horror of horrors, no cable. Despite its rough exterior, inside it was a little bit of heaven--- loaded pantry, fully stocked bar, fireplace, hot tub, king-size bed---all mine for as long as I could stand it.

The gentle rain that had accompanied me to the place was now turning into a full-blown storm. I didn't mind at all, and with a nice glass of wine, I slowly sank into a steaming hot bath. A single rose-scented candle lighted the bathroom, and I felt the stress seep out of me as I watched the lightning play across the sky through the large bathroom window.

After finishing my wine, I stepped into the shower to wash the bath oil out of my thick dark hair. Between the noise of the shower and the rumble of thunder, I almost didn't hear the loud banging, evidently coming from the front door. I guess my friend had changed her mind and decided to come party at the cabin after all---bummer, I was really looking forward to a few days of solitude. Cursing under my breath, I wrapped one towel around my body and with another towel-dried my hair, and made my way to the door. Expecting to open the door to a bunch of soaking girlfriends, I was shocked to see a lone figure at the door, decidedly un-female. In that split second, lightning flashed and I saw him---wide brimmed hat down low, collar of his jacket turned up against the rain, faded blue jeans, well-worn boots. Flustered, I just stood there, unsure what to do next.......

 

[citore]

Wet Dreams

“Excuse me ma’am, could I possibly come in out of this weather?” I began, “ My aunt and I had a fight, I decided a walk might cool me down and the weather turned bad quite suddenly and I’m afraid I have become lost.”

She was backlit by the fire so it was hard to see her face, but I could see enough to tell she was young and gorgeous and my mind quickly told me that this girl would never allow a wet,dripping stranger to enter the cabin she was inhabiting. As she backed away from the door her words came as a relief to me, “Well, I guess so, come on in.” A huge weight lifted from me as I stepped inside, I knew the weather would get worse before it got better, I had seen these storms before.

She turned and as she left the room said, You’ll have to excuse me, I have just gotten out of the tub and really should put on some clothes.” “You’re all wet, I’m a visitor here, and not sure if there are any dry clothes that you could wear, try looking in the bedroom while I finish up in the bathroom.”

I plundered around in the bedroom closet, trying to find clothes that were a.) dry and that would b.)fit me. I seemed to be out of luck, whoever owned this cabin and these clothes was a good bit larger than me so I had to settle for a too big terry cloth robe, not exactly my style, I had grown up on a farm far from here with only brothers around the house, so boxers and tee shirts were more common for me, but I was happy to find something drier and warmer than I had on.

As I was beginning to remove my jacket when she exited the bathroom, “Did you find clothes?” she asked and immediately began, “A nice hot shower would be the cure for what ails you tonight. I’m done in there and there is a clean dry towel there on the rack for you,I’ll just get out your way and let you have the bathroom.”

What a wonderful hostess! As I undressed and stepped into the shower my mind returned the pretty lady who was my rescuer tonight and how it had been a long time since I had been in the presence of a woman so near my age and who exhibited the grace and poise of this attractive lady. I could only wonder if she was involved with someone and what on earth had brought her to this remote place on such a night. As the warm water flowed over me warming me and sending my chill fleeing I became lost in my thoughts of her and how I wished it was her hands soaping my back and shoulders, how nice it would be if were her who was feeling the smoothness of the soap on my thighs and on my increasingly hard dick. But it wasn’t, it was my hands that had aroused me to this level, my hands and her images dancing in my head .....

 

[ranajja]

This is crazy, I thought to myself. A perfect stranger, and I just let him waltz in here, like I know what I’m
doing. Good grief, he could be a serial rapist, for all I know.

And yet, watching him, nice legs, cute ass, well-formed shoulders, intense green eyes--I was attracted in
spite of myself. Thoughts of solitude were being replaced with thoughts of those strong hands caressing
my shoulders, my back, my....breasts....

Stop it, I thought, this is nuts. And yet, as I returned to the bedroom and looked over the clothes I had
brought, I found myself selecting my favorite Victoria’s Secret pajamas--low cut top, soft form-fitting
pants, a soft blue that I know accentuates my eyes--but not before sliding on a deep blue thong, knowing
he’ll be able to see the outline of it--

He was still in the bathroom, so I went to the bar and poured myself another glass of wine. Maybe not
such a good idea, since I hadn’t had anything to eat since last night, but I sipped it anyway, feeling a
warm tingle as it went down. Oh, yeah, I felt sexy, and naughty, too, as I knew any inhibitions were
slipping away with each sip of wine.............

 

[citore]

Tangled and Dark

The proximity of the thunder clap startled me as I stepped from the shower, the thoughts raging in my head had caused me to nearly forget the storm that was raging outside. Toweling off, I searched for the wet clothes I had minutes earlier removed, they were nowhere to be seen. Drying my hair with a towel I decided against searching out a blowdryer. Donning the robe I had found I stepped from the bathroom, the stiffness between my legs had subsided enough that I felt comfortable entering the room with a stranger.

Entering the large room with the fireplace, I was once again caught off guard by the lovely vision who had saved me from the storm, she had gathered my wet clothes from the bathroom floor and had spread them across the back of a chair in front of the fire to dry. Drop dead gorgeous and considerate too! “My lucky night” I thought, then, once more reality hit me, I had just been beating on the door of this strangers cabin, less than an hour ago, begged to gain admittance, hadn’t even shared my name with her nor her me, reality!

“Would you like a glass of wine?” she asked motioning in the direction of the bar with her half full glass. “Yes, thank you” I replied. Pouring a glass of wine for myself, my eyes strayed once again to the beauty who was now sitting there before the fire, sipping her wine and brushing the tangles from her freshly washed hair. I was convinced she did not mean it this way, but it was a seductive sight.

“My name is Cal” I blurted out, deciding that I for one would be a bit more at ease knowing one anothers name. “Thank you for taking the risk and allowing me to come in out of the weather, I was beginning to panic out there.” Her brush strokes paused as she turned from the fire to face me, noticing her glass now mostly empty, I asked “Would you like a refill?”

Her reply was yes and as I crossed to her and filled her glass, my senses left me once more. I know this because as my mouth formed the words “May I help you with your hair?”My brain was unable to stop the flow of the words. Stunned by her reply, “Yes.”, I pulled the big wingback chair up behind her and took the brush from her hand, as she turned her back to me I began with the ends of her hair in the back and began to slowly work throught the tanlges. I liked it, it was a sensual treat, she liked it to, the way her body relaxed with each stroke gave it away. I could get used to this, brush in one hand and the other full of her thick full hair ..... The softness of the skin under her hair, on the back of her neck was tempting me, and I thought I had dectected goose flesh on her exposed sholders, she looked good in the blue pajamas, but I couldn’t help thinking that she’d look better out of them .....

 

[ranajja]

I closed my eyes, feeling every slow stroke of the brush, enjoying the calming, yet incredibly erotic
sensation of his hands on my hair.

When he came out of the bathroom in that too large robe, I had been pleased to see him clean shaven and
ruggedly good looking. Nice, full, kissable lips....mmmm... Briefly, I allowed myself to fantasize,
imagining what he would look like, feel like, bare skin to bare skin....

I could feel my nipples hardening, and I knew he would be able to see...

Where is this going, I thought, and where do I want it to go? Enough thinking already, relax and enjoy
this, just this moment. I took another slow sip of wine.

 

[citore]

Her silence was baffling, but the reaction of her breast, her nipples was not. As the back of my hand lightly brushed her neck I could see her nipples harden through her soft blue pajama top. Sitting behind her gave me a nice view of the tops of her breast, their gentle rise and fall as she relaxed made me long to see the taut nipples that lie farther down, but that wasn’t possible from this vantage point.

The desire for things that were not purely physical was surprising to me, but the sound of her voice enchanted me and the need I was feeling to utter her name, to whisper it into her ear in the light of the fireplace was an erotic surprise to my senses.

 

[ranajja]

I needed to know more about him, wanted to watch him, hear his voice. So, I asked him the basic questions, you know, was he from around here, what did he do, why was he out in this storm. He told me about his uncle, his parents, his fight with his uncle's widow, his embarrassment at being caught out in this storm unprepared.

Suddenly, he stopped, smiled sheepishly, then said, "I really need to ask you a pretty important question."

Uh-oh, I thought, where could this be heading? "Sure," I said.

"What's your name?"

I laughed, "Poor Cal, I guess I really have you at a disadvantage, don't I?" I paused, then said, "Kate. My name's Kate."

I guess the wine loosened our tongues then, and we started to talk, about family, friends, dreams, frustrations, pets, pet peeves. Then we came to "the moment of silence" that always seems to happen, even in the best of conversations. I looked down at my glass, then looked back at him. He was looking at me, very intently, and I leaned forward and kissed him, gently on the lips.....

 

[citore]

The kiss was slow, lips touching, feeling her breath on my face was tantalizing, titillating. I gently took her lower lip between mine and softly pulled on it. I opened my eyes to look into the eyes of this lovely woman who had completely seduced me, hers were closed, she was as lost in this as I was. Releasing her lip, I repositioned my face for another kiss, this one parted her lips with my tongue, our tongues played and danced in a ritual as old as life itself. Gently I took her head between my hands and caressed her head as we kissed, ran my fingers through her hair that smell of lavender. Breaking the kiss, I moved to hold her in my arms, to feel her soft body against mine, to nuzzle my nose into her neck, just beneath her right ear. Feeling her back through her pajama top, my hands drifted down to her waist, as we stood in the darkness dancing to the rhythm of the rain I breathed into her ear, “Kate, I want you.”.........

 

[citore]

Cal was by no means a man with a jaded past, but neither was he a newcomer to male/female relations. Kate had melted in his arms as he had held her close and whispered into her ear, he had felt the slight shift of her weight as her knees had weakened. So once more he had been taken aback by the words of this enchantress “Slow down cowboy.”

Slowly releasing her from his embrace, Cal’s attention turned to the wine glasses abandoned on the floor - and reaching for the bottle, realized it was empty - “Kate, this is all gone, is there more?”

As Kate retreated to the bar to retrieve another bottle she suggested - “There’s a stereo and CD collection in the cabinet to the right of the fireplace ..... some music maybe.”

Cal hoped his uneasiness over his new assignment didn’t show, but selecting music quickly removed him from his normal comfort zone. His taste in music was varied and routinely considered peculiar by most of his friends and he was keenly aware that a poor selection now would spoil an otherwise sultry mood. Cal was still scanning through CDs when Kate returned from the bar.



[Edited by citore on 08-21-2000 at 11:57 AM]

 

[ranajja]

The kiss had left me reeling, hungry for more...and I wanted more than just kisses.

"Whoa, slow down cowboy", I said, pulling away. What I really meant was, slow down Kate. As tempting as this was, to abandon all inhibitions, to tear that ridiculous robe off of him and make love to him right then and there, I forced myself to stop. Why rush this? With that storm outside, we're not going anywhere, and I wanted to savor this, to slowly enjoy every inch of him.....

I sent him over to the stereo for music. I had been pleasantly surprised by the nice selection of CDs, ranging from classical to country, and I was interested to see what Cal would pick. I walked over to the bar, wondering what would come next?

I think I've had enough wine for now, I don't want to go into this wonderfully erotic evening falling-down-drunk. Besides, I've got a better idea. Unbuttoning the first button of my top, I walk back to Cal with a tall glass of ice and water. My eyes never leaving his, I take a single ice cube and bring it to my mouth, sucking it gently. Then I slowly move the ice around my lips, down my chin, my neck and slowly down to between my breasts. I bring the ice cube to Cal's lips, and he takes my hand, slowly sucking the tip of each finger. I close my eyes, feeling his lips, his tongue, and the lovely warmth between my legs...

 

[citore]

I was too young to be part of the Carol King generation, but my parents weren't. They had introduced me to her music at a young age and she had grown on me. There was something in the way she sat at the piano and stimulated the keys to a melody that stirred my passion. I had no idea if the "real" Kate fit the description portrayed in the song "Natural Woman", but considering the situation, where I was, how I'd had gotten here, the condition of Kate when we had met, the sensual treat of brushing her hair ..... all things considered, when I scanned the list of songs on "Tapestry", my decision was made.



Now as I stared into Kate's eyes and sucked her fingers, the image was bolstered, there was something about the fingers/hands of a woman that had always aroused me. The strength of hands kneading dough, the tenderness of fingers clipping a babies fingernails, the kindness of bandaging a skinned knee, the charity in tossing spare change into a Salvation Army bucket, the playfulness of filling a child's Halloween bag and now the eroticism of sucking on her fingers, feeling the ice cooled skin in my mouth, she painted a picture of a natural woman and I naturally wanted her.

Taking a cube of the ice from the glass, I played along, dripping the slowly melting ice onto her wrist, slowly dripping up her forearm to the softness inside her elbow. Pausing my finger play here long enough to tongue the cool water from the small pool that had formed there. Returning her fingers to my mouth, I continued the drips along her upper arm and now onto the skin of her shoulders. The twisting of her head removed her hair from her neck and invited the chilled droplets up her neck. Little by little her neck released the hold on the droplets and they began to trickle down, back onto her shoulders, onto her chest, around the curves of her breast, along the outside edge near her underarm, along the inside edge between her breast, across her nipple, making it harden more and more. Once more I removed her fingers from my mouth, this time to trace the tiny water trails up her neck, breathing in the fragrance of her freshly shampooed hair. The goose flesh swept across her body, beginning just beneath her ear where my tongue played, down her neck and spine, across her chest, bringing a new tingle to her nipples and just as the tide reached her neatly trimmed mound, I reached to undo another of her buttons, increasing the amount of the smooth cleavage that was visible …..

 

[ranajja]

I shivered deliciously as I felt the cold drops trickle down, disappearing beneath my clothes. I felt his lips and tongue follow the path the drops had led. I leaned into him, pushing my breasts toward him.

I enjoy feeling a man undress me, and happily Cal obliged, undoing one button, then another. My knees nearly buckled as I felt his lips kiss firmly the skin between my breasts, lips sucking, light licks with his tongue. Then he suddenly slipped one hand around my waist, behind my back, pulling me to him, the fingers of his other hand slipped lightly beneath my top, pushing it slowly aside, exposing my breast, its hard nipple the color of a Hershey's kiss. He ran his fingers lightly around the areola, then gently cupping my breast, his mouth descended, popping my nipple into his mouth. I moaned, nearly orgasming right there, feeling his lips, his tongue, his teeth tease and pull.

Then he stopped, and again I groaned, needing more. Hungrily, I kissed him deeply, my hands pulling the top of the robe apart, feeling his bare chest. I wanted to taste everything, his ear, down his neck, biting, sucking, down, down until I found his nipple, round and hard, and captured it with my mouth, sucking, biting, teasing with my tongue. I smiled as I heard him gasp my name and plunge his fingers into my hair....

 

[citore]

It was as if she had done this to me before. She knew how to touch me. She knew how to please me. She knew of the sensitivity of my nipples. She knew how much I liked to have them sucked .....

The robe had been tied loosely and Kate sucking on my nipples had distracted my from the fact that it was completely undone. As she kissed her way up my chest it struck me, my exposure, a feeling of vulnerability, odd -- my cock stiffened .....

She stepped away and looked me up and down ..... I reached to undo the last two buttons of her top, finally getting to look at breast, both of them bared for my eyes.

From the last button I allowed my hands to follow the waistline of her pajama bottoms -- slowly around her sides, deliberately meeting in the center of her back and tenderly pulling her close ..... flesh to flesh at last ..... We swayed in the dimly lit room, breast pressed against breast ..... the passion sparked a heat that was unmistakable.

My hands find you chin and tilt your head slightly to kiss you lips, tenderly, lightly, softly, pulling you tight against me. My hands on the small of your back, feeling breath quicken with each delicate nibble.

“I feel the earth move under my feet ..
I feel the sky tumblin’ down ..”

 

[ranajja]

I love tender, sweet kisses...and I love the feel of skin against skin. I run my hands up and down his back, feeling his shoulders, his back, his ass. I grab his ass firmly, pulling his hips to me, grinding my pelvis against his hardening cock.

Oh, I can't take too much more of this. If I can't have him soon, I will go crazy.

Finally, I pull away, and look at him. Oooh, so nice. I run my hands across his chest, gently pinching and pulling his nipples. He closes his eyes and moans softly, and I smile as his hardening member responds as I play with his nipples.

I bend forward, licking, teasing first one nipple, then the other. I continue down, slowly down, tasting, touching, with my tongue, my lips, my fingernails lightly scratching. Light scratches down his belly, around his navel, then down, until my fingertips find the coarse hair, just above his nicely hard maleness.

Kisses now, following my fingertips, licking, biting. I ease down, bending my knees, until his hard dick is rubbing smoothly between my nicely upturned breasts. He gasps, then shudders as I rub my breasts up and down on his dick. Then, I back away slightly, and rub my hard nipples up and down against his hard shaft, first one nipple, then the other.

I bring my hands to his hard member, and wrap my hands around it, not loosely, not too tight, enjoying his hardness, his maleness. Then I gently taste the head of his cock, rolling my tongue all around the end, Then, I put him in my mouth, just the very end, and slowly, slowly, go down on him, filling my mouth with him, licking, sucking, tasting every inch of him........

 

[citore]

The purple head of my cock being pressed between her breast was almost more than I could handle, then the image of the same head being eased up and into view from deep between her breast and slipping in one fluid motion into her mouth. She put me into her mouth, just the very end, and slowly, slowly, going down on me, filling her mouth with me, licking, sucking, tasting every inch of me........

.............I could not last any longer, twirling my hands into her hair, I pulled her face closer to me, as I moved closer to filling her mouth for real this time. I was going to cum for real, I hoped she wouldn't mind, I really didn't care, as I rushed past the edge of control and treated this delicate face that I'd so tenderly touched and kissed before like I had never had an orgasm in my life. I pulled her to me, pressing my hard dick into her face as I shot streams of cum down her throat.............My knees buckeled and I collapsed there into her arms, into a wasted heap.

I rolled onto my back and breathed deeply, as if on cue, Kate moved along side me and lifted herself onto her hands and slowly placed her taut nipple my mouth. I flicked her nipple lightly with my tongue as she maoned "Don't you relax too much on me, the night's young."

Slowly she pulled her breast tight against the suction I was applying and finally broke the hold and a gasp escaped her mouth. Delibretly she trailed her nipple down my chin and along my the side of my neck. Down my chest she continued until gently we came nipple to nipple ..... my senses reeled and I was glad she quickliy moved on down across my stomach. Reaching my soft, wet, used dick, she spun her hips around and flipped her leg across my chest. Pinning me beneath her, I came face-to-face, <or should that be face-to-pussy>, with her flushed womanhood, as she pressed her swollen labia into my mouth I inhaled her lovely scent and gentky sucked her lips into my eager mouth,

 

[ranajja]

Can he give as good as he gets?

I had him there, face to pussy, right where I could control how and where he could lick me, or so I thought......

I heard him inhale slowly, deeply, as if savoring my smell. Gently, he brushed his mouth against my smooth pussy lips, and slowly, insistently parted them with his tongue. Slow, steady licks. I shuddered, enjoying every stroke. Gradually, the licks quickened, intensified. I squirmed and tried to pull away, it was just too intense, but his hands came up, firmly on my buttocks, forcing me to stay right where I was. His tongue had unbridled access to my clit, and he wanted me, all of me. He licked, sucked, bit, and tasted my clit, my pussy lips...

My hips rocked uncontrollably against his face. He moaned, and the licks intensified, and I could hear moist, wet sounds as he tasted my pussy.....

Suddenly, I forced my hips to be still, to hold my clit right there, right where he was licking. Ahhh, I was sooo close, just waiting, needing to be pushed over the edge.......

 

[ranajja]

I can't help moaning loudly as he pushes me deliciously over the edge. My body shudders and jerks as my orgasm takes me, over and over......

Once again, it becomes almost too, too sensitive and I begin to pull away, but again, he grabs my ass firmly with both hands and begins licking again in earnest, insistent....

Suddenly, he flips me over on my back. Now, he's towering over me, and smiling wickedly, he forces my legs wide apart. Licking his lips, he slowly slides first one, then two fingers deep inside my pussy....then out...and in.....deeper.....

I gasp as he fingers me, then moan in anticipation as he whispers, "Oh, yeah, now you're all mine...."

[Edited by ranajja on 08-27-2000 at 12:09 AM]

 

[citore]

The feeling of her hips grinding against my face is heaven. To be there, the tool by which Kate’s pleasure was derived was ecstasy. She came in waves, I felt each of them as they washed across her body, heard her moans as she neared the edge time and again ..... each wave crashed with more intensity than the one before, but each seemed to leave room for the bigger one to follow. Then the tone in her voice changed, more guttural now, “yes ..... yes ..... right there ..... don’t stop ..... yes ..... yes ..... I’m cumming .....”

As I slightly raised my tongue to renew the attention I was giving her clit, she jerked away with a flinch and a gasp. “No .....no ..... wait ..... 1 second .....” Sensing it was more than superficial attention to her clit she craved, she was easy to manipulate into the traditional position, lying flat of her back, legs slightly apart, muscles twitching as the current of her orgasm ebbed. Gently I placed my hands beneath her knees and lifted them, kneeling close between her legs, I forced her legs/knees up, holding them with the back of her heels pressing against the back of her thighs, I pressed closer to her hot, wet, - aching to be felt - cunt.

Looking into her eyes I could see her passion, there in her eyes, laid bare for me to see, exposed to me now, surrendering now ..... There is a vulnerability in surrender ..... that is the best description of the face I was starring into as I slid my finger into her wet slit. With the introduction of my second finger, eyes rolled back momentarily, then back to eye contact with me and in this instant it was clear to me ..... - “Oh, yeah, now you're all mine...." - slipped from my lips.

I curled my fingers to the front of her pussy to stimulate her G-spot. She appreciated the attention, arching her hips to meet the thrust of my fingers, gently biting her bottom lip, stifling a louder uttering. She was over the edge before I could react, bucking at my probing fingers, longing to be explored, pussy eager and I was ready to comply.

Still on my knees, I stepped closer the triangle of my desire, taking my cock in hand, I placed it onto her pussy, feeling the wetness ..... stroking her labia with my hard dick was once more pushing her to the crown of orgasm. Each wave caused a more complete surrender to the pleasure, to the desire that had inhabited her. As I massaged her pussy lips with my hard member, her need to be more completely filled was evident .....

It would slide in easily, - - I had decided as my dick glided through the wetness that was flowing from her pussy. In one smooth, long stoke I would enter her I planned, just as this orgasm ended, just when she was relaxing, feeling the soft after-waves ..... and now was the time, she was just opening her eyes to look at me once again ..... as we made eye contact, I made the move, gently pointing my dick in the direction of her deepest desire and with a smooth finish, entered her completely .....

 

[ranajja]

I was still feeling the waves from my last orgasm, could still feel it pulsing, when I felt him take his member and rub it slowly over my pussy lips, stroking my too-sensitive clit, slathering around in my wetness. How could I possibly stand any more pleasure? But as I felt head of his dick, wet with my juices, gliding over the skin of my pussy lips, I felt the undeniable ache to be filled completely by this man.

I looked at him, opened my mouth to beg him to fuck me, when he looked at me, his eyes dark with desire. I felt him raise his hips slightly, and felt the pressure of the swollen head of his dick as he gently, smoothly penetrated my womanhood....

For the briefest of moments I was perfectly still, barely daring to breath, feeling him fill my pussy with his long hard cock with excrutiating slowness. Then the world exploded and I cried out as my first orgasm overtook me. I raised my hips to take more of him in, bucking, begging for more, more....

Cal gently but firmly grabbed my ankles and raised them up to either side of his head. He gave a brief chuckle as his dick stroked me, in and out, deeper and deeper. Amazed, I could feel yet another orgasm building with each stroke. He had such control over me, increasing his pace to bring the orgasm close, then he would slow, drawing it out, not letting me go over again, not just yet.

Taking my ankles in his hands once more, he lifted them off his shoulders and spread them apart. I was wide open, vulnerable, so completely turned on. His strokes were deeper, rougher, bringing me closer, closer. I could feel the peak of my orgasm, wanted it, wanted him to fuck me, harder, deeper, faster, oh, please don't stop....

Crashing, crashing. I felt the waves of my orgasm take me over and over. I forced my eyes open, to lock onto his eyes as I came, and saw Cal smile, then close his eyes as his own pleasure overtook him.

Between the waves of my orgasm, I felt him cum inside me, felt him shoot his hot juices deep into me. As the waves subsided, he gently lowered my legs, then lowered himself onto me, kissing me gently, insistently.

With his dick still inside me, he rolled slightly to his side and held me, our breathing slowly subsiding. Sleepily, I looked around, saw our clothes tossed carelessly around the room, saw the flicker of the fireplace play across our bare skin. How hopelessly romantic, I thought just before drifting off to sleep, to fall asleep in his strong arms, next to the fire on this deliciously soft rug....

 

[citore]

I came hard, I lost my balance, some how managing to lower her legs before I myself crashed down as the waves of orgasm were doing through out my body. I knew I could not lie atop her for long, so I shifted my weight, rolling slightly, hoping to find a comfort zone that would allow me the "comfort food" like feeling of falling asleep with this lovely, spent woman in my arms. Her breath on my neck slowed as the sleep drifted across her. The way it crept across her reminded me of the waves of orgasm that had bathed her over the past 90 or so minutes. You could see, feel both coming if you tuned in to the body of you lover. The relaxation gradually overtook your conciseness, the impending, gradual build to orgasm overtook your inhibitions, you crashed both times, first over the edge of euphoria, but this time the crash is as gentle as the remnants of the storm outside, sprinkling, drizzling, smattering of to sleep .....

The roaring fire, now glowing embers .....

Sleep come freely ..... sleep .....