We continued to walk the brightly-lit village hand-in-hand. Looking at all the sights and watching the people. We came upon a restaurant that looked nice, and continued inside for our late dinner. We sat across from each other at this dimly lit table next to a fireplace. We could see outside and continued to watch the bustle of activity before us. I felt your leg rug up against mine...and the feeling strike that this evening would be filled with excitement. The excitement of being alone, with my sweetheart. We had a small dinner as our hunger was more for each other, than the food on our plates. The entire time our legs intertwined and caressed each other's. We gazed into each other's eyes and smiled.
We pulled into the parking lot at the condo and I led you on a detour to the pool. It was late, about 10:30 and we were all alone. I let my trousers down and took off my shirt, to reveal I was in my briefs, and I stepped into the hot tub requesting you to join me. It was dark in there, and very silent except for the gurgling of the hot tub. You undressed before me to reveal your very sexy panties and bra, and quickly let yourself down into the hot tub where you snuggled next to me. I felt your hand on my leg, and I felt it caress my leg up and down. I was getting hard from anticipation and as every so often you would brush your hand over me teasingly. The hot tub would have to wait, I got out and grabbed a couple of towels. You stepped up out of the hot tub to have me wrap you in the towel, we both headed back to our room running in the cold and snow half naked and barefoot. On the way I grabbed some snow to form a snow ball and lobbed it at you, watching it strike your back. You stopped instantly and returned the throw, hitting my leg. Our towels dropped and soon like two crazy kids we were having a snowball fight in our sopping wet underwear!!
After the fun and laughs we entered our room, shivering cold. I stoked up the fire again and we laid in front of it, wrapped in thick comforter. You reached over and pulled off my wet briefs, to reveal a very hard dick. This excited both of us and before I knew it you were down on me. You spread my legs apart and positioned both hands on the insides of my legs. Both hands went up and encircle my balls and dick, and you gently pulled up to bring all of me into your mouth. I felt your hand push me back against a chair, and I positioned a pillow under my butt to tilt my pelvis up, which pushed my dick out even further. I was so excited and you were coming up and down on me so fast. My hands were behind your head feeling the rhythm you had started. You then place your hands under my butt and pulled me into your mouth. I felt your lips slide up and down my shaft, and your mouth was getting me so wet that I was wet all over and my balls were soaked from your mouth. This turned me on so much and the sheer thought of it caused me to blast off in your mouth. The first squirt shot into the back of your mouth and you moaned when that happened. I continued to cum and you let me cum on your tongue and over your tits as you finished milking me with your hand. My cum was all over your breasts and you dropped down to slide up my body, my cum between us and spreading all over our bodies. You looked at me with your mouth open to reveal my cum in your mouth, and you spared no time in kissing me madly your tongue inside my mouth, sharing our juices.
I quickly turned this around to a 69 position as I wanted you to cum while I licked you. As you realized what I was doing you became very excited and again started sucking on me, bringing me hard again. I licked your clit and sucked on it listening to you in ecstasy. My tongued ran up and down your pussy darting in and out to tease you. I reached over you to place my hand on your clit, and got it wet from my tongued and your pussy and started rubbing it fast. My tongue was now fucking your pussy...and you were going nuts. I could feel you going down on me harder and harder and faster. I wasn't sure if I could cum again so soon, but I would try as it was driving me so crazy. Soon you began cumming. Oh Dani...you were going out of your mind. Your hands were all over my dick and my balls and my ass as you pulled my dick hard into your mouth. I felt your pussy contract in convulsions as you came like you never had.
We lay there, sprawled over each other...panting from our climaxes...our hearts beating fast, our bodies sweating with pleasure. We fell asleep, in each other's arms, as the fire roared, and the sun peaked over the horizon. Skiing today? I don't think so...
The Lighthouse Keeper
The storm swept over us without warning, blanketing the sky in darkness. I swore softly--beneath my breath, of course, since ladies do not curse, even in this most modern year of 1908. Casting one last despairing glance at the clouds, I gathered my thick skirts in my hands and raced out to find Oscar as the first thick drops of rain spattered down onto the dusty yard.
Oscar was the caretaker and general handyman here at the lighthouse. I have been charged with the duty of lighthouse keeper, since Oscar cannot read or write, but it is he who does most of the labor. Right now he was herding the last few sheep into their pen behind the two-room cabin which serves as the base for the lighthouse tower. I waved to him and he loped over after securing the gate.
"You'll have to stay here tonight," I told him, matter-of-fact. "The storm is moving too quickly for you to safely make it through the forest." He stared down at me silently for a moment, and I errantly thought to myself that his eyes were incredibly blue. So...intense. The thought confused me briefly--I'd never considered such things about him before. I shook off the feeling and turned back to the lighthouse without waiting for an answer.
I'd only gone a few steps when I felt his hand on my arm. I turned to face him, hyper-conscious of the heat from his palm that seeped through the sleeve of my dress. Oddly, he didn't let go immediately, and even more oddly, I felt that I welcomed the warmth and...intimacy, almost, of the touch. He addressed me in a level tone, "But, miss, would that be...proper?"
Oh, damn. I hadn't really thought about that when I'd offered to let him stay. But it was just Oscar--we'd been working together for almost three weeks now and I trusted him. I shook aside his protests. "Nonsense," I said, leading the way into the lighthouse. "I won't be responsible for your death if you are crushed by a falling tree or swept out to sea during the night."
With those words, I hurried him into the kitchen of the cabin, and we huddled around the wood stove. We ate a light meal of tomato soup and bread, while the storm showed no signs of abating. Finally, I decided that the storm was likely to last for the night, if not longer, and we should try to get some sleep. Thinking to bring a blanket from my bed so that Oscar could settle in by the stove in the kitchen, I retired to my bedroom. But I wasn't alone for long.
Hearing the scrape of a foot against the floorboards, I turned quickly to find Oscar close behind me. His eyes were slightly wild, wide, and flashed with the next lightening-strike. Electricity seemed to fill the room, too, arching unseen between us and raising the hair on my neck. I found myself aching to touch the base of his throat where his grimy work shirt gaped. Almost unconsciously, I reached out and he caught my hand in his. Without warning, his other hand came up to hold my head still as he bent down to taste my mouth. I gasped in surprise and he took advantage of the chance to slip his tongue between my lips. The shock of that hot touch on my own tongue sent a frisson of pleasure right between my legs. I could feel myself grow wet and my cunt throbbed with each movement of his hard lips over mine.
"Oscar," I whispered weakly, when I was finally able to catch a breath. "We can't...." My body pressed wantonly against his hard heat gave the lie to my protest.
"Sarah, please..."
I shivered when he spoke my name. He had always called me just "Miss" before and the sound of my Christian name on his lips sent a thread of desire spiraling to my core. My own lips parted and I felt my resistance melt away. I seemed to be watching myself from a distance as I passively allowed him to remove my outer dress and my corset. My nipples were already perked at attention, and he seemed to like what he saw, reaching for my smooth body hungrily. He massaged the lines in my skin left by the bones of my corset and lay me back against the counterpane. The brushing of my silky hair over my bare shoulders caused goose bu
mps to ripple across my chest and I moaned softly.
His large, work-callused hand slid down over my belly and stopped to cup my mound through my bloomers. I imagined that he could feel the heat and wetness in the palm of his hand. Slowly, oh so slowly, he began to rub right over the swollen slit, his blunt middle finger indenting the pale cotton. I couldn't control myself, tossing my head back and whimpering, my rosy nipples hard as diamonds and pointing up to the ceiling.
Soon the teasing was too much for me and I begged, "Please, oh god, touch me...more....harder....oh!" I jumped when the folds of my cunt parted under one strong stroke, and his nail grazed the tiny organ within. He grinned at me and leaned down to take one full breast in his mouth. Eagerly, I buried my hands in his thick, dark hair and held on, my hips moving in tight circles while a lance of pleasure spiked up through my nipple in his hot mouth.
Just when I began to feel the heat gathering in a tight ball at the base of my spine, my muscles tensing, he suddenly released me. I gasped at the brush of cool air across the nipple he had suckled and shuddered with need. He wasted no time in divesting himself of his ratty trousers. A bit of sanity finally returning, I watched with no little curiosity as he released his jutting member. Lazily, he pumped it a few times--I could not tear my eyes away from the sight of that snake-like appendage as it disappeared and reappeared in his enormous fist. I was so entranced that I hardly took note of his movements when he slid my bloomers down my legs, laid me back on the bed and positioned himself between my legs, gently spreading my thighs.
The storm raging outside was forgotten as I felt the hot, blunt tip of his cock against my dripping cunt for the first time. He seemed enormous to me, the head a blazing ball against my body. For a moment I tensed, and he felt my nervousness, soothing me with a caress along my inner thigh. Two fingers reached between our sweat-slicked bodies to gently roll my clit. With a shout, I relaxed helplessly and was suddenly stretched wide. I thought distantly that I should feel some pain, but there was nothing but pleasure. Good, so good, the burning brand of his organ scorching me with each movement forward. I writhed, impaled. I hardly felt his hands guiding my hips as that space inside me was inexorably filled. When he pulled back, I groaned, suddenly feeling terribly empty and wanting him back inside me. He obliged with a stronger push, and we were moving in rhythm, together.
I wrapped my long legs around his waist, unashamedly crying out as he grunted with each thrust. His sweat dripped down on my soft belly when he leaned over me to capture a nipple with his mouth again. The twin sensations of the rough tongue over my breast and the friction of his cock grinding up...into me...harder...were too much for my poor body. With one last scream, I arched up into him, my nails digging into his shoulders and my muscles clenching around him as I came. In the next thrust, his back went rigid and I felt a scorching liquid shooting up into my body before he collapsed, boneless.
We lay there, spent, for many long minutes, his weight pressing me sweetly back against the thin mattress. When he finally moved to withdraw, I shivered at the loss of contact. Seemingly knowing what I needed, he rolled my sated body onto its side and climbed up behind me. He curled his warm length against my back and smoothed one hand down to cradle my mound one more time, possessively. I slid my hand down over his, tangling our fingers in the sticky hair at the joint of my thighs, and fell softly asleep to the sound of the pattering rain.
The End.
Picnic Surprise
He'd been very mysterious when he came to pick her up that morning. They had plans to spend the day together and what a beautiful day it was. The sun was shining down, warming the early summer air and bringing out the scent of the dew-laden grass. Fluffy white clouds scudded across the bright blue sky as they walked to his car. He opened the door for her and helped her inside. As she sat down, he leaned in and pulled her head to him for a warm, lingering kiss. His kisses always had the power to make her head spin. As he continued to kiss her, she felt his strong fingers probing inside the leg of her shorts. Already short of breath from his kiss, she gasped as the length of his fingers penetrated deep inside her pussy. He drew back a bit and chuckled, gazing into her blue eyes as he continued to stroke the walls of her sensitive flesh, feeling the shivers course through her.
"You're very wet, my dear. Is there something you want?" All she could do was moan helplessly, caught up in the spell he was weaving tightly around her. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, sniffing appreciatively at her scent. Then he gently held them to her mouth, looking at her expectantly. Obediently, she opened her mouth, allowing him to insert his wet fingers so her tongue and lips could cleanse him. "Later, I'll give you something else to keep that pretty mouth busy," he whispered in her ear. Another shiver chased up her spine at his words.
As he closed her door and got into his side of the car, she noticed a basket hidden partially under a blanket. "Oh! Are we going on a picnic?" she asked. He just grinned at her and turned the engine. Even more curious, she pressed him. "Really, what are we going to do today? You've been awfully secretive about our plans – I'm dying of curiosity." Without taking his eyes from the road, he replied "You'll just have to trust me. But, I'm sure you'll be pleasantly surprised." He reached over and gave one of her nipples a twist. Finding them already hard as little buttons, he gave one of his evil chuckles, the kind that let her know that she wasn't heading towards anything as simple as a picnic.
They drove out into the country for an hour or more, in a direction she'd seldom gone, so the territory was unfamiliar to her. They talked along the way about seemingly inconsequential things – but they were all the little things she loved about their relationship. The sound of his voice always turned her on and she was flattered that he seemed to listen just as attentively to her. She knew she could always count on his advice and guidance when she had a problem and his ready humor could always make her laugh. The time seemed to fly by, until she realized they had turned down a deserted road in a heavily forested area that she'd never seen before.
Pulling off onto the side of the road, he stopped the car and came around to open her door and help her out. It was no accident that he stood so close she had no room to stand up without rubbing the full length of her body up his front. She didn't fail to notice the telltale bulge in his jeans either. The contact made her already erect nipples crinkle even harder and she felt a trickle of moisture between her legs. He looked down at her and watched the tip of her tongue moisten her lips. He couldn't resist covering her mouth once again with his. This time, his warm tongue searched deep inside, thrusting till he felt her knees tremble and heard her whimpering quietly. She twined herself against him, unconsciously rubbing herself against the length of his tall, lean body. He made her feel like a cat, rubbing against him and purring at his every touch, she thought to herself. And right now, this cat was definitely in heat! He sensed her mounting excitement and broke off the kiss suddenly, leaving her gasping for breath and holding tight to him till her legs stopped wobbling like jelly.
He smiled a slow, sexy smile and swatted her on her firm backside, causing her to jump and giggle. He reached behind her to grab the basket and the blanket. She thought she'd seen something else inside the blanket, but he moved so quickly she couldn't be sure. Taking her firmly by the hand, he led her a short way into the dense woods. It was dark in the forest, quiet except for the sounds of the woodland animals and birds that lived there. There was no sign that anyone else had ever been there. Suddenly, the sun broke through the trees, illuminating a small glade dotted with wildflowers. In a hushed voice, she said, "It's beautiful! What a perfect place this is." To which he replied, "Yes, my dear, I picked it especially for you. Soon you will see just how perfect it is." Puzzled, she glanced up at him, only to see that mysterious look in his eyes again. He strode into the center of the glade and quickly spread the blanket, placing the basket at one end. "Sit down, darling, and see what I've brought for us." Quickly she did as she was bidden, sitting cross-legged on the blank
et by his feet, gazing up expectantly to see what treats he would produce from within the depths of the basket.
He opened it with a flourish and produced two long-stemmed flutes and a bottle of champagne. Expertly, he popped the cork and poured some of the bubbly liquid into the glasses. Offering one to her, he simply said, "To us, my dear. And, to adventure." Mesmerized by his look, she quickly drank the contents of her glass. He was just as quick to refill it. Then he produced the rest of the sensuous feast. Smoked oysters, grapes, small honeyed cakes with almonds, and other foods all known for their aphrodisiac properties. Finger foods that they laughingly, lovingly shared with much suggestive finger licking and sweet, sticky kisses. All the while, he made sure to keep her champagne glass full.
As they reclined on the blanket, he brought out one more surprise. He opened a small container to reveal freshly whipped cream, a thermal container full of melted chocolate and a large bowl full of juicy, red, ripe strawberries. "Mmmmmm," she purred, "what a wonderful dessert." He reached over and began unbuttoning her blouse. "These are just the toppings," he whispered, then nibbled on her ear and down her neck. "You will be the dessert." With that, he took one of the strawberries, dipped it in the chocolate and began to trace patterns on her smooth, white skin as one by one the buttons revealed her body. Lazily following the chocolate trail with his tongue, he explored her body inch by inch. Coming back up to her mouth, he placed the strawberry to her lips, allowing her to take a bite. He licked the juices as they ran down her chin. She looked down to see that somehow her bra had also been unhooked and her breasts were now exposed to the dappled sunlight.
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