by Anna S. Lae
She looked confident and casual walking in the door and didn’t exhibit a model or snotty personality, just an average woman trying to make it in the world. She wore a plain, ordinary sweater that enhanced the beautiful round breasts he personally knew resided beneath it, fitted blue jeans, and knee-high dark-colored boots. She had a purple and white scarf tied around her neck and draping over a silky bubble-type zip-up jacket.
She was absolutely beautiful, and he would beat down any man in this bar who even tried to touch her. Right then and there, she sat on his lap; he was a fool for thinking she could have possibly wanted anyone else there but him.
“Hi back,” he said with a wide, intense smile. He lifted one eyebrow in dramatic fashion as he questioned her introductory words. “You hate me, aye? Do you want to get out of here and talk about it?”
He didn’t need her to verbally confirm what she was thinking when she walked in tonight. He could see it on her face. And if he had misread her cues, the second and firmer wiggle pressing into his crotch underscored her not so discreet desires.
“I said there’s a fine line. A very fine line and right now you are walking it.” She leaned toward him and whispered in his left ear, using a strange and seductive voice, “I have a better idea. Let’s take your snowmobile for a ride. I’ve never been on one.”
Both eyebrows shot up in surprise. However, instead of getting the cue she had sent with the tone she used, he was stuck on the fact she had just revealed about her life. “How have you never been on a snowmobile? You grew up in the middle of a cornfield in farmer central for heaven’s sake. There’s a ton of riding you could have done. “
“Just never had the opportunity or the want for that matter, to go for a bumpy ride. Until now that is,” she replied with a cheek-raising grin, adding a few extra bats of her eyelashes for a dramatic and flirtatious effect.
Zack steadily looked her up and then, back down. “There is nothing I’d rather do, babe, than take you on a bumpy ride, but if I take you out on the snowmobile tonight, you are going to freeze dressed only in that.”
“I thought that’s what you’re for—to keep me warm, I mean.” She slid her hands inside the open vest he wore and circled her arms around him, pulling herself closer to his chest, and snuggling into him. “Please Zack. Take me for my first ride.”
He gently nudged her back and away from his body. “You don’t have to entice me. I’m definitely capable of keeping you warm, but in order to go, you’re going to have to get off my lap first.” So as not to accidently knock her on the floor in the process, he carefully helped her balance as she pushed off him and into an upright standing position.
Zack stood up and with a nod to his buddies, who made an obvious attempt not to look in her direction, took a minute to discuss where they were all going to meet up.
****
Abby gazed at the other patrons in the bar, giving the group of riders some privacy to discuss their plans. More than one of the men were aroused from the open display of affection and flirtation they had just witnessed, given the slight bulges in their pants, flushed cheeks, and the inability to make direct eye contact with her. She felt sexually powerful and in total control.
The lyrics from the rock band Heart blared through the speaker next her. All I wanna to do is make love to you. One night of love is all we knew.
“Perfect, fucking perfect.” She shook her head at the song as she stood alone near the door and tapped her toes on the floor, while a couple attempted what could have been called dancing—if they had still been sober and not just bouncing off each other like two beach balls thrown together.
Zack neared her from behind. He slid his hand down her back and paused in the small area just above her ass. He applied a little pressure and gently encouraged her out of the bar, down the steps, and through the front doors into the light of the moon as it radiated off the newly fallen snow. The overhead orb’s glow pushed away the shadows of the night and illuminated a clear path.
Various sleds in mixed colors were lined up in neat little rows, as if they were cars and trucks parked next to each other in a shopping mall parking lot. Together they walked up to a black one with bright green trim. “It’s a 2013 Arctic Cat TZ1 Turbo LXR. I bought it new last year and this is only the third time I’ve had her out. It has a 1056cc, 4 stroke twin liquid engine and runs with almost 183 horses under her hood…”
Did he just refer to his snow mobile as a “her”?
She watched his stance and body language, as he excitedly hopped back and forth on both legs and used his arms to speak to her with large open movements. Abby tried to pay attention to what he was saying but being a non-mechanical girl, got lost in the numbers he rattled off. He was obviously impressed and proud, but something seductive and powerful about the words “turbo torque” stuck in her head and sounded damn sexy.
When he mentioned the heated seats, she immediately saw herself riding the sled naked, over miles of open fields, feeling the sensation of the motor’s vibration through the padded seat under her bare-bottomed ass. She could see the icy-cold snow, caught up and driven by the wind as it teased her sensitive skin before flying upward and out behind her to settle in her tracks.
She pulled out of her fantasy and forced herself to pay attention, positioning her body directly behind his and in front of the medium-sized cargo rack, catching the tail end of what he was explaining to her.
“…blankets, gas, tools and granola bars. You know, just in case of emergencies.”
“Um…uh, aye…sounds good. I’m ready.” Whatever, let’s just go. She wrapped her arms around his upper torso and shook off the first hint of nerves that started a tremble in the center of her belly. A little bit of a control freak, she reminded herself that in more ways than one she was in charge of the situation.
This was her idea, and to reaffirm that she dropped her hands from his chest to his thighs and then up into his crotch where she settled with a harder than normal tap of her hands. She said, in a slightly lowered and husky voice, “You know, I can put forth a whole lot more than four strokes.”
You’re a fucking idiot Abby. That was fucking funny but don’t be a whore about it.
What about this whole situation isn’t whorish, damn it?
He laughed out loud at her choice of words, reached forward, and pressed the start button, forcing “her” massive engine into fierce roaring life, like a sudden eruption from a dormant volcano exploding its accumulated hot lava for the first time in hundreds of years.
Together they flew through the night over the moonlit snow, across desolate fields, along the sides of backcountry roads, and then down into and out of various ditches and gullies. They covered previous snowmobilers’ tracks and forged new ones of their own, leaving a trail of broken, crusted powder behind them.
The wide windshield kept the wind from beating him up too bad as they reached speeds close to seventy miles per hour on the long stretches. It was easier for her; his larger body hindered the onslaught of wind and left only wisps of cool air to connect with hers.
She clung to him, leaning her figure against his, occasionally moving her hands across his chest and circled them where she thought his hardened nipples peaked underneath the thick jacket. She willed an invisible flow of energy full of love and desire to leave her body and wrap around his as they traveled along.
The massive machine finally eased into a soft purr as they slowed down, coming to a halt in a small clearing. For just a moment, Zack looked around and seemingly satisfied pulled the snowmobile next to a small shed. “The temperature has warmed a little but the shed will protect us from the wind.”
Large bushy pines intermingled with giant, bare maples and various dormant wooded plants encircled them, making a natural windbreak that hid them from the view of other sled riders out and about enjoying the night. The moon hung directly overhead, shining on the snow and illuminating them. Abby could see everything perfectly, as if they were here in the middle of a bright and sunn
y afternoon.
“The moonlight is beautiful.” There was nothing else she could have said to do it justice.
Zack leaned forward and stood up, giving her a perfect view of his snowsuit-covered ass before he proceeded to shake it off like a dog to get rid of the powder that had accumulated on him during the ride. He turned around carefully, sat back down, and managed to position himself facing her. Apparently satisfied, he exposed a wide, toothy grin. “The better to see you with my dear.”
She could tell the instant his mind faltered. He must be nervous too. She placed a heavy, heated hand on his chest and then leaned forward and kissed him. Soft at first but then harder, parting his lips with her tongue to pry into the warm, slippery depths beyond. He tasted of hops and wheat ale, intermingled with a slight tinge of honey.
He touched her arm with his hand when she paused. “If I want you to get naked, I better at least keep you semi-warm.”
Zack reached behind her, undid a zipper on the soft tote, and pulled out a heavy plaid throw from within the cargo carrying case. He laid the blanket across her shoulders and with both arms now wrapped around her body, pulled her in for a kiss.
Warmth gathered between her legs as their tongues danced to a secret rhythm, playing, enticing, and moving together to the same silent and familiar tune they’d heard when she’d kissed him in the bar. Her heart pounded faster against her own chest with each breath he took from her as he gave her his in return.
The sound of the zipper on her jacket reached her ears just before a rush of cool air blew through her knitted sweater. The sudden brisk air bounced off her chest and turned her breasts into hard, firm mounds of flesh as the bitter cold weaved itself through the fabric. Zack reached down and lifted her sweater, running a chilly hand up over her tense, nervous belly and circling around to her upper back. With a single experienced flick of the wrist the clasp of her bra released, freeing her breasts. The cold air stimulated her nipples into circular, taut tissue, begging for the warmth his mouth could provide them.
He disengaged the kiss-lock on her mouth and in a smooth fluid motion, slid his lips across her jaw and down her neck before pausing to gently nibble on the flesh below. Before she had inhaled another breath, both of his hands returned to her breasts, sending rippling shockwaves of pleasure down and through her core.
She sat there with her back arched and upper body leaning toward the rear of the snowmobile; its motor hummed a steady, heated vibration through her ass cheeks. She pressed herself harder into the seat each time he circled his thumb around and over one nipple, teasing it while he flicked and licked at the other. Her breasts responded to the attention he lavished on them, perking up like a pair of competing twins begging him to sample and tantalize them.
His large, rough hands kneaded them, squeezed them, and manipulated them. She sat back and soaked in all the pleasure he dealt out to her. When his mouth left the right one and moved over to the left, she looked down at the wet, glistening mound on her naked chest. Her skin reflected the moonlight, sparkling with his saliva.
****
Zack concentrated on every ripple of her skin as he teased the soft flesh of the woman he loved. He licked the area between her breasts, savoring the sweet flavor of her skin and then inhaled the scent of peonies mixed with a hint of rosewater, tucking her smell deep in the back of his mind to reminisce upon later.
He could still stop if she asked him too; they had not yet reached the point of no return. He dreaded the words that could escape from her lips at any moment, ending a fantasy he had carried with him throughout most of his life. If she spoke those words and asked him to stop, changing her mind and telling him no, he would still escort her safely home, and before leaving her for the night, assure her everything would still be okay between them.
Abby’s voice cracked through the silence, sounding as if it had come from another person when she spoke out loud. “Harder, please suck me harder.”
Her arm rose up and she laid a hand on the back of his head, pressing him closer and urging him into her. A small, satisfied noise escaped her lips, memorable for the accumulated passion it contained. The sound drove him to appease her demand.
Zack felt as if he would burst when her voice cracked with need, but he paused to look up at her and recollect himself. “Ahh, you like it like that, huh? Let’s try this.”
****
A sharp but pleasurable pain burst from a nipple when his teeth gently clamped down on Abby’s tender flesh, forcing a louder moan from deep within her being. Farther below, moisture gathered in her panties as her body prepared itself for him.
She was losing control and needed to regain it soon. She’d initiated the whole event to take revenge upon him and prove to herself that she could push her heart aside and satisfy her sexual needs.
She took the initiative and reached down and lifted his head up and away from her breasts, releasing the suction of his mouth. Placing both hands under his chin, she pulled him to her lips where she invaded the moist space once again. She leaned into him, keeping their lips locked together and fumbled around for his zipper, cursing the one piece snowmobile suit under her breath as she maneuvered it open as far as it would go.
She slid the button through the hole in his jeans and unzipped his zipper while she continued to tease his mouth with her tongue, keeping time to a silent erotic tune.
With one hand, Abby pushed him back and into a leaning position, giving her the room to lean down and forward. She pulled the waistband of his boxers down and out of the way to free his firm, hard cock. With her head so close to his exposed body, she could hear his heart beat against his chest, and each ragged breath. She traveled further down the affected abdomen area and watched his muscles move into a rippling current, urging her on.
She left his mouth and glided across his neck, slowly dragging her tongue closer to the one thing that would fulfill her powerful cravings, hidden within the dark-auburn fur below. His musky scent invaded her nose and fed the fire growing within, intensifying her need for satisfaction.
She took his long shaft in one hand and gently kissed the glistening tip, already covered in his salty pre cum. Abby stuck out her tongue and licked him, slowly, from the base up and over the massive umbrella before going back down the other side, tracing each throbbing vein along the way with the tip of her tongue.
She lingered over the sensitive flesh and listened for the changes in his breath as his body reacted to her warm mouth stroking him, learning what he did and did not like. When she finally reached the tip of his head for the second time, she parted her lips around it and sunk down, taking him all the way in to the back of her throat before gliding her head back up, and then quickly doubling back down.
His hips thrust, hard and fast, as he urged her on. Each time, she took him further into her mouth before sliding him back out again. She felt the instant his body demanded more from her. His hands grasped the back of her head to urge her on faster. She could taste him, smell him, and she wanted him. But what scared her most was that she really, really liked him.
Just one night, one night of love.
“Enough! Stand up!” he demanded abruptly, breaking the bubble of heated pleasure and leaving her gasping for breath. It was undoubtedly a deliberate move to keep from coming in her mouth. His dick had pulsated and thickened each time she took him further in; he’d been getting close. His reaction only heightened the desperate, unsatisfied hunger within her.
Abby stood, her knees a little wobbly but happy to oblige him.
Zack’s cheeks and neck appeared flushed with color when she looked up at him. His eyes darkened with intent.
“I want you to take off your boots, pants, and underwear. Then turn around and face those trees behind you, so I can see your ass.”
With butterflies in her stomach, she stood on the elongated seat and placed both hands on his shoulders for assistance in removing her boots. Taking them off was not easy as she awkwardly attempted to balance herself where, just a
few moments before, she’d been viciously rubbing her clit.
She lifted one leg and unzipped the knee-high boot on her right foot before sliding it off and handing it to Zack to hold and then removed the left boot. She wove her hips side to side in an unskilled dance move while she attempted to undo her jeans and bring her panties down with them. Lifting one foot at a time, she slid them down and off her ankles, giggling at her unskilled and bumbling strip tease.
“Well done, Abby. I must state for the record, should you ever fall off my snowmobile while stripping for me, I’ll make sure you are okay before I laugh…well maybe.” Zack failed to mask a grin.
Abby playfully smacked him on the shoulder. “Sure. Sure you will! I know you would help me up but I also know with your sick sense of humor, you couldn’t hold back either. We have been friends too long.”
Zack reached forward and snugged the sagging blanket around her shoulders and gave her another kiss, this time lingering before pulling back. “Give me a leg.”
Shit! I should have fucking shaved!
She shook her head side to side in an effort to tell him no.
Zack ignored Abby and reached forward, snugging the blanket around her shoulders once more and gave her another kiss. He then took his index finger and placed it on her collarbone, running his finger in between her breasts and down past her belly, pausing at the mound of dark curly hair that lay below. He gently inserted two fingers inside of her as Abby eagerly opened herself and invited him in for more. Zack offered her just a tease, pulling back out before dragging his finger along the inside of her soft thigh and over her knee before finally stopping and lifting her leg in the air.
“Not that I am trying to put clothing back on you, but I think you should wear those sexy boots.” He produced one boot from behind him and carefully slid the cool material over her foot. He pulled the soft, black leather over her calf and slowly, zipped the material closed.
“There, that wasn’t so bad.” He arched his wrist and dragged his finger back up over her knee, along the inside of her thigh to the mound of dark curly hair. Abby spread her legs apart in anticipation of his next move.
