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A Weekend Away

By: db_01



Yes, it's been a while since I committed to writing anything new. In a way it's much like this story because work has been influencing my frame of mind and I just wasn't in the mood for it. If nothing else it's a reminder to take some time to enjoy what you have in front of you.

I decided to be introspective so the characters, events and setting are very real. A number of shorter pieces will tell the entire story... We'll just have to see where it goes and when I get tired of typing. Be patient, there will be sex.

I hope you enjoy reading them.

 Part 1 – Getting there

She could have stayed in the shower, head soaking under the spray, for much longer but knew that they had a schedule to stay on. If they were going to avoid much of the Friday afternoon traffic she needed to finish getting ready. At least she had the prospect of no schedule to follow once they got to their destination for the weekend.

They had taken a mini vacation in the same area a couple of months ago and the quiet, relaxed atmosphere had been good for both of them. Sure, it wasn't the Caribbean or Hawaii but the seclusion of the cabin had been a welcome relief from the hectic schedules and pressures of work that they so easily succumbed to. The cabin would be a different one and it was off season for tourists so it should be perhaps even quieter.

The cabin, really more like a home, had 2 bedrooms, 2 full bathrooms with Jacuzzi tubs, a pool table in the game room, a decent sized kitchen, a hot tub on the wrap around deck and most importantly a king sized bed in the master bedroom. The only short coming was a gas instead of real fireplace. 

Her thoughts drifted for a minute while drying herself off to the night spent last trip laying and loving in front of the fire. That was the good part. The bad of course was waking up naked, still on the floor and being so cold since they had both fallen asleep without grabbing any covers. By then, the fire had burned itself out.

Still, it had been a wild night and the memories she was seeing in her head started her nipples hardening.

"Focus" she thought to herself.

She caught a glimpse of her profile as she hung up the towel and looked at her reflection critically. Twenty pounds lighter than a couple of months ago definitely showed. Her butt and legs had always looked good and now the rest of her did as well. Breasts that had been a small D cup were now a large C and were still an asset that men noticed. Her hair, now a more natural brown than blonde was a shorter style than she had been wearing and gave her face a different look. She hadn't been trying for younger, just something different to compliment her features. All in all, not bad for her late thirties she concluded.

A few minutes later, the cosmetics and toiletries were packed, hair dryer and flat iron put in her carry all bag and she walked them out to the hallway where his bag already sat. Of course, he had packed his clothes and stuff last night so he wouldn't have to deal with it when he got home. She still had her clothes to pack and still had to deal with making some decisions about what to take with her.

"We're spending the weekend at the cabin so don't worry about taking half your closet with you," he had teased her last night.

"Fine, I'll just go naked the whole time," she replied.

"Works fine for me but you'll probably be a bit cold. Maybe you should consider pajamas at least."

"Maybe you should just worry about your own clothes," she answered back.

"You forgot to say bite me," he said smiling at her.

"Don't have to, you already said it for me," which pretty much is where they left things.

To an outsider, their teasing might not be understood and on more than one occasion they had witnessed the questioning looks from someone within earshot of their back and forth. They really didn't care because they loved each other madly and it was all that mattered. They understood each other and the teasing was never anything but playful.

The bed was soon covered by a couple of basic skirts, a few tops, 2 pairs of jeans, lounging pajamas, a swim cover up, panties, bras, socks and finally, a couple pieces of lingerie that she had ordered especially for the weekend. One of those was a garter belt and thigh high hosiery that she was saving for Saturday night. All she had left now was the "toys" to pick out.

They both enjoyed including her toys in their play and it had made for some exhausting evenings of sweaty sex for the last couple of years. There were a couple of new ones that she was anxious to try this weekend since they were waterproof and could be taken out to the hot tub.

She managed to fit everything into one bag mostly because it was twice the size of the one he had used.

"If I need anything else I'll just buy it up there," she thought as she zipped up the bag and then carried it out to join the others.

"Shit," she thought. "I almost forgot the shoes."

Her plans for Saturday night would not be complete without the fuck me heels she had bought to go with the outfit she had planned on.

The door to the apartment opened and what he saw as he entered was his wife in nothing but panties walking back towards the bedroom.

"I guess you weren't kidding about going naked," he said.

"Just get the car loaded and I'll be dressed by the time you're done," she called back.

"You don't have to get dressed for me you know. Just put on your long fur and live dangerously," he countered.

"Just load the car honey, maybe we can do that some other road trip."

"I might just take you up on that," he said as he grabbed the first two bags and headed down to the car.

Besides the bags there was the computer, wine and alcohol, the coffee press and coffee, CDs, DVDs and a few other necessities that they knew from the last trip were worth bringing with them. The place was furnished but not stocked so they would pick up groceries once they got there.

He came in from the last trip to the car and she was indeed dressed and ready to go. All that was left was to tell the cats that they would be back and to behave. BW would be fine they knew but Abby was still a kitten and it was the first time she would be left without "supervision." Hopefully BW would keep her in line.

It was a couple minutes after 2 p.m. when they got on the highway and traffic was light until they got into downtown Knoxville an hour later. The construction was causing significant backups even though it was still early afternoon. She noticed that he was unusually calm in the stop and go traffic.

His thoughts were elsewhere, driving on auto pilot. Leaving work at noon was not a problem but there were still concerns about what kind of progress his current project work was making. ZZ Top playing in the background was definitely helping him leave it behind and he really was trying hard to close down the part of his mind that was still processing work related information. They both needed some decompression and play time away and knowing that the cabin was only another hour on the road helped as well.

They found the rental office with little problem and were quickly back on the road headed to the grocery store. They picked up what they needed for breakfasts, snacks, water and fruit and then continued on to the cabin.

The property was about 10 miles from Gatlinburg up a steep, winding road that was just wide enough for two cars. You really couldn't see much because of the dense trees lining each side. Their cabin was about ¾ of the way to the top of the climb and it wasn't until they parked in the driveway and got out of the car that they could appreciate the view. 

The cabin itself was on one side of a small valley, probably 100 yards across to the next slope. Through the trees you could see parts of the creek that ran along the bottom but the real view was at the end of the valley where some of Gatlinburg was visible. There were cabins on either side but they appeared to be empty or at least no one staying there currently.

More than anything, once the fans had stopped running for the car, was the quiet of being in the woods. There was plenty of sound and noises, but none of it was man-made. Better yet, neither cell phone showed any kind of signal strength.

They unpacked quickly and while he put away the groceries she checked out the inside of the cabin. It looked as nice as the pictures on the net had shown but you had to walk around to really appreciate the vaulted ceiling and the floor space the cabin had. The view from the deck was the same as from the driveway, overlooking the small valley and the neighboring slope.

He was busy pouring himself a drink when he heard the water running in the bathroom. He walked in and found her bending over the tub, checking the water temperature.

"Didn't you take a shower before we left today," he asked?

"And your point," she replied?

"Oh nothing, I guess you miss having a Jacuzzi tub like we had in San Diego."

"Good answer," she said. "I know you're going to go smoke so get that out of your system and then come back in and do my back."

"Anything for a soon to be naked lady," he said and walked out to the sliding glass doors and the deck.

Even with the sun behind the next ridge it was still warm for early January. There was hardly any breeze and the wood deck was still warm underneath his bare feet. The vodka rocks went down easy, the cigarette was just a distraction from what he was thinking about. 

He went back to the kitchen counter to pour himself a second drink and mixed amaretto and sour to take to her in the bath. 

She was lying in the tub with a towel behind her head. The bubbles were thick enough to cover but not completely hide her lush curves. Her breasts were about half under the water and he took his time looking at her before moving finally to sit on the edge.

"Thanks for the drink sweetie," she said as she took a healthy drink from the glass. "Are you going to join me in here or just sit in the edge?"

"Hold this," he said handing her his glass.

She watched him unbutton his shirt and remove it, unbuckle and unzip his pants before sliding them off his hips and legs and wasn't shocked to see him without any underwear on. That was normal for the weekends but she was a little surprised he hadn't put any on that morning.

He took his glass back from her and slid in behind her in the tub.

"Let a little bit of water out babe. I don't want to flood the place our first night here."

She bent forward to reach for the drain and he slid deeper and further into the tub. When she leaned back she had significantly less room.

"That is so not fair!"

"Hand me the sponge honey. I'll make it up to you."

She got it out of the water and before taking it from her hand; he moved their drinks to the counter next to the tub. He couldn't help but notice the egg shaped vibrator on there also.

"You planning on trying out your new toy while you're in here," he asked?

"Only if you hadn't gotten in here when you did, but now that you mention it...." she said.

He handed her the toy and then got serious about washing her back. A couple of minutes later he could have just held the sponge still. The toy was indeed waterproof and was working just fine as was evidenced by the fact that she was squirming around in the tub.

She leaned her head back onto his shoulder and said "play with the twins' baby."

He reached around her to lift and cup her breasts in his hands. Her nipples were already stiff from excitement. She wanted him to pinch them, tug on them; she was already so close to cumming. But teasing her, prolonging her climax was his only interest right now so he continued to stroke upward from underneath them, making sure that his palms moved over her nipples each time.

"Stop teasing me, pinch them," she groaned.

She moved one of her legs out of the water onto the edge of the tub, opening herself wider, making it easier to move the egg around her clit. Her hips started bucking slightly. She was close now.

He could feel her tensing, getting ready to cum as she leaned back into him harder. 

"PINCH THEM....AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

His head turned to kiss the side of her neck as he finally took her nipples between his fingers and pulled on them. Her hips jerked up and almost out of the water as her climax intensified for a few seconds longer. She held the vibrator firmly just above her clit and let the sensations take her; legs taught from pushing against the walls of the tub; pussy clenching every couple of seconds; her breathing in tiny gasps for air.

It wasn't until she moved the egg slightly that her hips relaxed enough so that she started to move back into the water. Sensing her change, he reached down to move the vibrator back to her clit and pulled roughly on one nipple with the other hand.

"Oh fffffuck," she was cumming, harder than the first time.

She rode this one as long as she could before moving their hands and the toy away from her clit. Her breath was more gasps than anything else as she fought to control the tremors that followed the two intense orgasms she had just been through.

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close to him, whispering in her ear to relax, that he loved her, how good she felt laying in his arms. Neither one moved for many minutes, till the water started getting cool. He got out first, drained his glass of what was left of his drink before starting to dry himself off. When he was done, he helped her stand in the tub and wrapped a towel around her. 

Her legs were still shaking a little and with a hand holding onto his arm, she got carefully out of the tub. He grabbed pajama pants and tee shirts from the bags for both of them. Once dressed, she went back into the bathroom to dry her hair and he went to the kitchen to pour a couple more drinks.

"So I guess we aren't going out to dinner tonight," he said when she walked out of the bedroom a few minutes later.

.....to be continued

 Part 2 – More Water Fun

"What are my choices," she asked? "We bought groceries didn't we?"

"Chips, salsa, humus and fruit, or breakfast," he answered. "If my vote counts I can whip something up along the breakfast lines."

"That's fine," she said. "What do you want to watch while you're cooking?"

"Put on the new Clapton DVD. It's the guitar fest concert from October up in Chicago."

The cabin had a large flat screen TV above the mantle for the fireplace that was visible from the kitchen area so while she fiddled with the controls to start the DVD he got busy with prep for their meal.

He quickly cubed some new potatoes, minced a couple of cloves of garlic and got them started browning in the skillet. While they cooked he chopped some green onion, tomatoes and Canadian bacon. When the potatoes were about half cooked he added the meat and onions to the pan. Half a dozen beaten eggs followed along with the tomatoes and he put a plate over the top of the skillet to let it cook.

The frittata would take about 20 minutes to cook so he used the time to cut up some melon, apples and berries and mix them with a couple teaspoons of sugar. It wasn't anything fancy but it would serve to feed them tonight.

The DVD was fabulous, with Bill Murray opening the concert and acting as an emcee of sorts. The music was hot and lively, mostly blues and rock, all artists that he recognized and enjoyed listening to.

Throughout this she was sitting at one end of the couch with her legs up, still warm and glowing from their time in the tub.

"Where do you want to eat; at the table or on the couch'" he asked?

"On the couch would be nice," she answered. "I'm pretty comfy right now." "You want another drink or something else with this?"

"Water will be fine," she said.

He brought out her plate and glass of water before serving himself and they ate with little conversation as the DVD continued to play. She asked him a couple of times about artists that were on stage and he avoided any reference to the fact that some of them were pretty popular when she was a teen or younger. Thirteen years wasn't a huge gap in their ages but it was enough that it represented very different times for popular music and artists as they were growing up.

She finished before he did and got up from the couch to take her plate back to the kitchen. The dishes could wait till later, she thought. He was still focused on the concert as she walked back to the couch, grabbed the throw from the other end, wrapped it around her shoulders and walked out to the deck.

It was quiet outside. The sky was clear and even with the backlight from the cabin she had no problem seeing the stars in the night sky. She pulled the blanket tighter around her when she felt the wind gust slightly and thought about their afternoon.

The time spent in the tub had been just what she needed to get herself away from the pressures and routine of home. Frankly, she didn't care about much of anything at this moment other than the thought of being away with him for a couple of days. They both needed some play time and she smiled as she turned and looked at the hot tub.

Their last trip had been the first time they had been together in one and they had discovered some interesting ways to fuck while in it; or at least partially in it. This one was slightly bigger than the last and as she walked around it, she noticed that in fact neither of the neighboring cabins was lit. The only lights visible were across the valley so they would have their privacy.

"Did you check out the hot tub already," she asked as she walked back in from the deck?

"Yeah, it's full and the switches for the pump and lights are to the right of the steps to climb into it." 

"Are you thinking about getting wet again,'" he asked?

"I'm already wet remembering the last time and we have another toy to test out," she answered.

"Well grab a couple of towels and I'll come out as soon as I clean up. I want to watch the end of this and it's probably only another 15 to 20 minutes," he told her.

"Tell you what; I'll clean up in the morning. Let's get in there now," she said as she stepped out of her pajama pants.

He smiled at her display and said "I'll grab the towels."

The cover for the tub came off easily and after turning on the lights and pump, he undressed and got in quickly. The temperature outside was probably low forties by now so the water at 98 felt hot but not uncomfortably so. She came out just about the time he was climbing in and was about to get out of her robe when he asked her to bring him his drink while she was still dressed.

She was back with it quickly, shed her robe and climbed in the water; ending up sitting across from him. They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the feel of the jets massaging their bodies. The pump was relatively quiet so other than the sound of the water bubbling all you could hear was the wind, the trees moving and an occasional screech of an owl in the trees.

"Come over here and look at this," he said.

The quarter moon had just crested the far slope and looked slightly surreal as it perched above the peak of the tree line. She had other things on her mind.

Sliding across the tub, she moved to straddle his lap and put her arms around his neck. It allowed her to lean back and lift her breasts out of the water.

"You mean these," she asked?

"Mmmmm yes, those are lovely," he said. "Turn around."

She let go of his neck and scooted around on his lap to see what he was talking about.

"Oh wow, you need to take a picture of that."

"If I had the camera out here I would."

She was quiet for a moment then asked quietly, "can I turn around again?"

"Yes please," he answered.

When she was situated once more, she leaned in to kiss him; gently at first, teasing his lips with the tip of her tongue. He responded the same way; their tongues teasing each other's mouth, becoming more ardent with time until he took her head in his hands and kissed her hard, enjoying the feel of their passion as it started to overtake him.


A Weekend Away



He let her head go long enough to reach for his drink and took one of the ice cubes in his mouth. With the cube held in his lips he trailed his mouth from below her ear down her neck loving the fact that it was making her squirm on his lap. His cock, now starting to stiffen definitely loved it.

"No, don't," she said as his mouth moved lower.

He didn't listen and with the ice cube still in his mouth, took a nipple in between his lips. The contrast in temperature made her squirm and thrash in his lap and he was quickly fully erect, caught in between their bodies.

His mouth moved to the other nipple but there wasn't much of the ice cube left and besides, it was no longer a surprise. But after the warm water of the hot tub, his cooler mouth and lips still felt exhilarating on her nipple so she pulled his head closer trying to force more of her breast into his mouth.

He stopped his oral assault long enough to ask her to slide back a little. Doing so made it easy to reach down to fondle his cock; fingers of one hand tickling his balls while her hand slid up and down the shaft. She watched his eyes as she played with him; pleased when he closed them and lay his head back.

The toy she had brought out was in reach. She let go of him long enough to grab it and handed it to him. He saw her smile as he twisted the base and turned it on. Like the one earlier, it was egg shaped but instead of being at the end of cord, it was at the end of a 5 or 6 inch handle and angled slightly.

Her hands went back on his cock but there was enough room between them that he could slide the head of the toy down past her clit and with a little effort between the lips of her pussy.

And so they played; She, stroking his cock, changing speeds and pressure, rolling the palm of her hand over and around the head; He, sliding the end of the vibrator from between her ass up between her lips and around her clit. 

They knew each other's bodies well by now and neither one were teasing the other. This was heavy stimulation with a single goal in mind. He was the first to give in and said "Hold this," handing her the vibrator.

She let go of his cock and felt him reaching around her thighs, lifting her up from his lap. With her other hand she guided his cock to her entrance. He didn't have to lower her down. She sat back hard once, then a second time to take him completely inside of her.

"Put it back on my clit," she said as she started to rock quickly back and forth on his lap.

She had been holding his arms as she moved but found that it wasn't enough to just grind herself against him. She moved her feet from the floor of the hot tub to the seat on either side of him and reached to grab the edge of the tub behind him. Now she could rock as well as raise and lower herself and she did so frantically trying to get herself off.

It was awkward trying to keep the egg anywhere near her clit so he thought of something else to do with it. He reached around her hips and was able to move the head of the toy past the top of her ass and just between her cheeks.

"Yes, right there, move it down further," she hissed at him.

He could do nothing but try to move his hips up as she slid down on him. She was setting the pace and he could feel by the way that her pussy was tightening that she was having a series of small climaxes but hadn't really cum hard yet.

Once more, it was just a matter of capturing a nipple with his fingers and applying pressure that sent her crashing over the edge to orgasm. The wolves, if there were any around, would have been proud of her howling as she came.

"YESSSSSS ...FFFFUUUUUUUUU."

She stayed down on his lap, rocking against him as she finished, never stopping her movements. He could still feel her clenching around his cock as she wound down.

He shifted his weight to get his feet underneath himself and told her to lean back. She let go of the side of the hot tub and as she leaned back he stood, moving them both towards the other side so she could lay her head back on the edge. He handed her the vibrator and grabbed her hips with both hands.

It was cold standing out of the water like he was but he didn't care. The afternoon in the bath and this latest coupling had pushed him to the point that he wasn't concerned if she came again or not. He needed to cum; to finish; satisfying the hunger he was feeling in his body and thoughts.

His hips thrust hard and fast into her making the water churn in between them. He felt the vibration from the toy when she put it below her clit so that it was stimulating both of them. 

She cried out once more and came again and he thrust even faster, feeling the tingling start in his balls and radiating out.

"Uuuuuunnnhhhh...... "He moaned as the first bust of cum spewed from his cock.

"DON'T STOP," she said. "DON'T STOP."

He was spurting into her every second or third thrust as he kept pounding against her. It felt too good to stop; too good letting go; too good feeling the way her pussy was grabbing at his cock.

He leaned forward with his final thrust and lay on her chest breathing hard. She held the back of his head and tried to steady her own ragged breathing. Neither of them had anything left for strength or energy. He didn't want to pull out of her but his legs were failing him and he fell away more than backed up, ending up sitting on the other side of the hot tub.

"Damn babe, that was so sweet," he told her.

She just smiled and nodded, letting her arms float to her sides as her butt settled on the seat in the tub.

The sex between them had always been good, satisfying but every so often it was more than just loving. It was hot. It was primal. It was fucking when they let themselves go like this.

It was also draining and she wondered if she was going to make it out of the tub and into the bed. She knew he would help her when it was time. The bed would be turned down, her favorite sleep CD playing softly and his body curled up behind her with his arm around her waist as they fell asleep.

She closed her eyes and smiled again thinking about it.

.....to be continued

 Part 3 – Morning 

The clock on the table beside the bed showed 6:15. How nice, she thought, to be able to sleep through the night without the cats waking her for their early morning feeding. He had left her robe and slippers next to the bed and she slipped into both before walking quietly to the bathroom.

As tempting as the bed looked, she instead walked out of the room and into the kitchen when she came back out. It was no surprise to see that the kitchen was clean, dishes and pans washed. He was like that, not wanting to deal with a mess when he got up in the morning. She didn't remember getting out of the hot tub or into bed last night. He must have helped her do both and stayed up long enough to clean up before joining her.

She filled the tea kettle with water and put in on the stove thinking that at least he would have coffee waiting for him when he joined her this morning. It was the last thing she did at night at home, getting the coffee maker ready so it would have coffee ready when he went into work.

It was snowing this morning. Large, soft flakes were falling gently from the sky and the view out the glass doors was like a movie scene. She walked over to turn out the lights on the deck and stood watching as the snow fell, starting to accumulate on the deck.

The kettle whistling interrupted her thoughts. She went back to the kitchen and poured the water into the coffee press so the grounds could steep. The scene outside drew her back to the glass doors and she pulled the robe tighter around her before walking outside.

The only sound she could hear was something or things moving on the hillside below the cabin. The snowfall muffled but couldn't completely hide the sound of the animals.

Her thoughts returned to last night after dinner. It had been good between them. Neither one preoccupied with the events of the day or the day to come. Both had been focused on the other; Ok, she had been a bit "greedy" about seeking her own pleasure but he understood that about her. He encouraged it really. It was part of her sexual growth that had bridged the gap between his past and her lack of experience when they had first met.

It was a shame that nights like the last didn't happen more often but she understood the pressures they were both under and how easy it was to let them influence their lives in a negative way.

This weekend had been her idea. The cabin was his input. It was closer, more intimate and less hectic than travelling elsewhere. She knew it reminded him of the farm he had lived on for many years and the tranquility of being away from the city. He would be out here, standing where she was, staring out at the vista, drinking his coffee later this morning.

A breeze blowing under the bottom of her robe brought her back from her thoughts and she went back inside to the kitchen. She pushed the handle down on the press, poured herself a half cup and filled the rest of the cup with creamer. She filled a second cup for him and took it into the bedroom. She was almost done with her shower, washing off the chlorine from the hot tub and last night when he walked into the bathroom.

"Nice job on the coffee. How long have you been up," he asked her?

"Long enough to go stand outside in the snow," she said as she slid back the shower curtain.

Naked and dripping, she looked good to his eyes. He handed her a towel and climbed in for his own shower while she dried herself. The warm water felt good running over him and he thought about the night before as he ran his hands over his body.

She had been asleep almost before her head hit the pillow so even the banging around in the kitchen as he cleaned up hadn't woken her. By the time he was done he had wanted her again and to his dismay, even nuzzling her neck, a hot spot for her, had been to no avail. He let her sleep then, but this morning was another matter.

"You're obviously not in a hurry for breakfast," he said, finding her back in the bed as he walked out of the bathroom.

"Come and warm me up babe," she said.

He climbed back into the bed, under the covers, pleased that she was naked underneath them. 

"The only breakfast I want right now is right next to me," she said as she turned to face him.

"So which one of us is turning around," he asked? "You're not the only one that's hungry this morning."

"I see that," she said, reaching to take his already half erect cock in her hand. "Why don't you go say hi to miss kitty."

She let go long enough for him to kneel beside her and start trailing kisses from between her breasts, down her stomach until he was laying beside her with his head on her thigh. Her leg lifted to give him better access and she shivered as he licked gently between the lips of her pussy.

He hadn't bothered to shave this morning and the stubble of his beard rubbing against the smooth skin of her inner thighs was adding to the sensations that his lips and tongue were creating for her. It drove her crazy when he was slow like this; tracing the tip of his tongue the length of her lips; teasing around her clit when he was close; probing just barely inside her opening each time he moved his head the other direction.

She was busy too, enjoying the feel of the smooth head of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, using her tongue to swirl around the ridge below its head each time she pulled off of it. He got harder as she continued; the shaft now wet enough that she could stroke the length of it when it wasn't inside her mouth.

"Ummmmmm......yesssssss," she sighed when she felt him take her clit in between his lips and then "nooooo," when he let it go to lick elsewhere.

She would have said more but she knew he would take care of her in time.

He slid a finger inside of her as his lips moving back towards her clit. He knew what she liked. He had big hands, long fingers that reached way up inside of her, stroking the inner walls of her wet pussy while a different finger teased the pucker of her ass. 

He didn't need to penetrate her there. It was enough to tease at the opening and caused the recesses of her pussy to contract around his probing finger.

She tried to focus on his cock; taking it out of her mouth; stroking faster up and down the shaft. It was morning and he wouldn't come any time soon but she wanted it as hard as possible because she knew that as soon as he let her cum that she would be stuffing him inside of her as deep as he could go.

Her hand moving to the back of his head was enough of a sign that she wanted more, needed more. He moved to take her clit between his lips and used his tongue to increase the stimulation. 

She was moaning, right on the edge of cumming. He was trying everything he knew she liked to get her over the edge. His head was moving side to side, her clit still held between his lips; his finger inside of her was twisting as it stroked in and out of her.

Her hips finally pushed forward and the orgasms came one after the other. They were softer than last night but still strong enough to cause her hips to rock against him. 

His lips and tongue worked in concert, waiting through the height of her climax and stimulating again as soon as she started down. They felt good, warming her, distracting her from stroking his cock as the ripples moved out through her body.

"Lay back," she told him as she reached to move the covers off of both of them.

He watched as she moved to her knees to straddle him; then reached down to guide him inside. She lowered herself slowly until he was all the way in.

She rested for a moment; hips down on top of him; hands holding just above his ankles as she adjusted to being filled.

He loved the view as she sat facing away; the curves of her hips, the way her breasts moved with her breathing still a bit labored.

"I'll try to make this last. I want to fuck you so bad," she told him.

"Whatever you want babe, I could watch you do this all morning," he answered moving his hands to hold her hips.

She loved "taking him" like this, in complete control as she moved up and down on top of him. Her pussy was still twitching and it served to heighten the feeling for both of them. It was intense feeling all of the sensations that came from her taking just the head inside of her over and over and he fought the urge to move her faster, harder with his hands. 

She had a rhythm now; a series of short pumps then lowering down to take all of him in. The head of his cock was swelling, growing larger as his excitement mounted and she raised the ante reaching down to tickle his balls. He was close. She could feel it in the way he was holding her hips and how his hips were rising to meet her downward movement.

Twisting her hips as she lowered sent him over the edge and he cried out as he came, cock pulsing rapidly inside of her. Spurt after spurt of cum filled her as she continued to grind against his hips. She loved how it felt, wanting to take him in deeper, make him feel even better than she knew he already did.

His hands let go of her and he raised his arms over his head to relax. His cock was so sensitive right now. He wanted to tell her to stay still until it passed but couldn't find the breath to say anything. The orgasm had been that draining.

Somehow they managed to roll to their sides so they could lie easily. It was many minutes later before he finally slipped out of her and rolled to his back.

"Who's taking the first shower," she asked?

"I think that depends on who wants to lie here longer," he said.

"That's not an answer, honey."

"I'll make sure there's some hot water left," he sighed as he got out of the bed.

By the time she walked out of the bedroom he had already started making breakfast. He had cut up some fruit and was just pouring the first of the pancake batter into the pan. Water was boiling again for more coffee and another pan had sausages cooking in it.

"Thanks for cleaning up last night," she said. "I really would have done it this morning you know."

"You were tired and I wasn't ready to crawl into bed last night so no big deal," he told her. "Besides, you more than made up for it bringing me coffee this morning."

"Did you see how beautiful it is out here with the new snow," she asked?

"I saw where you came back in with wet feet. How was it on the deck before you came back in to bed this morning?"

"It was so quiet and the snowflakes were so beautiful falling like they were. We need to win the lottery and buy a place like this up here. I could do this every couple of weekends easily," she told him.

"Well if it has anything to do with your sex drive kicking in then I'm all for it," he said.

"My sex drive kicking in is all about the both of us just being together without distraction honey. We really need to make some changes and figure out a way to leave it behind when we're at home. I love our date nights on the weekend but once a week sex doesn't do either of us any good." 

"You know I'm not about to disagree with you on that," he said. 

"I wish there was an easy answer but unfortunately work still rules our schedules. Thank god for long weekends away," he added.

"Well you work on that when we get back. I'm hungry, I want my pancakes and we still have the rest of the day to hide from the world," she said as she sat down at the table.

She was thinking about the surprise she had planned for tonight as she ate. That should keep him motivated to try to get some things changed, she thought.

.....to be continued



 Part 4 – His Surprise 

They dressed for the day in jeans and sweaters and drove into town just before noon. The shops along Main Street were open but it was clear that they catered to the large amount of tourists that came here almost year round. 

It was perfect for the couple of tee shirts they wanted to send back to family and the one true find was a store that had all of their ornaments on sale since it was mid-January.

They also picked up a map of the craftsman trail and after looking it over decided on a handful of artisans that they wanted to stop and look at. One of the beauties of Gatlinburg is that in order to be listed as an artisan, your shop had to contain at least 50% work by yourself or someone else local to the area.

By the time they were done shopping they had picked up a limited edition wildlife print, a couple of blown glass pieces, two more ornaments and an early birthday present for her; a delicately set amethyst pendant. The jeweler had been so happy to have customers that she discounted the piece from what was an already reasonable price.

They stopped for a light lunch at The Russian Tea House and were headed back to the cabin a little after 4 in the afternoon. 

"You want to just kick back for a few hours?"

"Yes," she said. "I want to try to finish my book and maybe I'll nap for an hour."

"Sounds good," he said. "I can watch the rest of the game then."

He opened a bottle of wine and settled into one of the large wing back chairs to watch the second half of the playoff game. She lay back on the couch and got back to her latest novel. Their dinner reservation was at 7 p.m.

Dress for dinner was casual. They hadn't really found anywhere up here that was white linen and the steak house where the reservation was, had been good the last trip. The drive into town showed some breathtaking color in the sky as the sun set behind the ridges and foot hills. The parking lot was only half full when they arrived.

He was surprised when she ordered a drink before dinner. It wasn't that she didn't drink; it was that she didn't normally drink when they were out.

"Just in case you want me to drive later," she had told him on numerous occasions.




A Weekend Away



Whatever the reason, she had three in total by the time they were ready to leave the table. The steaks had been excellent and because the restaurant hadn't been that busy, the staff seemed somewhat relaxed. Like the weekend had been so far, it was comfortable.

They didn't say much on the drive back to the cabin. She was a bit buzzed from the alcohol and he was making sure that on the winding road up the mountain that he got them there in one piece.

He reached to help her with her coat after walking through the door of the cabin but she declined, saying she was still cold.

"I'm going out on the deck to smoke," he told her. "Be back in a couple of minutes."

He stood against the rail of the deck hearing nothing but the sound of his breathing, watching the smoke curl up as he exhaled. God, he loved the quiet; the serenity of this place. No phones, no databases, no deadlines.... One of these days he thought to himself.

She heard him coming back in and said from the bedroom, "Put some music on, something sexy."

He picked Blues, one of their favorites by Albert King. The rhythm was slow, the guitar work was soulful. It reminded him of a night in Memphis when they had gone downtown to BB King's, drinking and dancing. They barely made it back to her apartment with all of their clothes on.

He was in the kitchen pouring another glass of wine when she came out of the bedroom. She was still wearing the long fur coat but he didn't see the shoes till he walked around the counter. Talk about fuck me heels...

They were black with straps above her ankles. The heels were at least 5 inches. She was 5'-10" in bare feet. In those shoes she was taller than he was.

She was standing in the middle of the living room watching his reaction, turning slowly so he could get a good look at her. As she faced away, he noticed for the first time the line running up the back of her legs from the stockings.

The coat was open when she came around to face him once more and she was naked underneath it; gloriously naked except for the garter belt and thigh highs.

"THIS," she said, "is what good boys get when they don't work too late."

He watched, speechless and grinning, as she shed the coat, turned, and widened her stance. She bent at the waist to place her hands on the large footstool and looked back at him.

"And THIS is what they get... when they do it all of the time," wiggling her hips a little to emphasize the point.

He walked over to her, the wine glass forgotten and ran his hands up her legs and over her hips.

"You look amazing babe."

"I just look amazing," she said teasingly.

"Excuse me, you are amazing," he said as he slid his hand between her open legs, finding that she was already wet.

"That's better. You still have room for desert," she asked?

He didn't answer as he lowered himself to sit on the floor, back to the foot stool. With the extra height from her heels his mouth was level with her pussy. He reached out with his tongue to taste her.

She shivered at that first touch of his mouth and gripped harder on the sides of the foot stool. She had planned this for a couple of months and had never found the right time to spring the outfit on him. The message she had delivered tonight, that was just icing on the cake.

"Ohhhh, that feel so nice, keep doing that, just like that, get me nice and wet for that cock of yours."

She was rolling her hips, following the beat of the music, reveling in the tingles of the early arousal that his lips and tongue were causing her. She was already very wet inside, her pussy ready for whatever he chose to do with her.

He wanted nothing more than to please her and focused on making her cum quickly, knowing that her first one finished would lead to many more soon after. His tongue traced circles around her clit, pushed inside of her as deep as he could go, licked and tasted her from one end to the other, driving her on.

His finger tip teased her pucker and she pushed back against it, taking it in as far as it would go.

"Make me cum, make me cum now," she whispered.

He had to hold onto her hip with his other hand when he took her clit between his lips and ran his tongue over and around it. Her legs were trembling and it was only seconds before he felt her tense, relax, and tighten once more. 

She groaned loudly as she came; squeezing around his finger in her ass; knees flexing as she tried to stay on her feet. "Yes.....yesssss..... yessssssssss," she cried out as the second climax hit her.

Her hand left the foot stool and grabbed the back of his head.

"Don't stop, don't...."

She didn't finish, there were no words to say. She was lost in her own pleasure. His mouth was alive, his tongue everywhere at once, every movement prolonging the pleasure.

She felt herself falling, legs giving way. He lifted his head and stood quickly to catch her, hold her steady till she calmed. He had felt it too.

"Get me out of these heels; then lose your clothes," she told him when she regained her breath.

He undid the straps and she turned and sat on the foot stool. She kicked them off as he walked to the kitchen to wash his hands and grab water for both of them. She drank half the bottle by the time he had finished undressing

"I kind of liked the shoes," he said.

She stood up, handed him the bottle and reached to take his head in her hands. She kissed him hard, plunging her tongue into his mouth, enjoying his surprised reaction to her move. She finished the kiss licking across his mustache and upper lip.

"Mmm, I taste good," she said. "And as far as the shoes, they weren't going to work for this."

She turned and bent over to grab the foot stool once again.

"I need you inside of me."

"That makes two of us," he said closing in behind her.

He let the shaft of his cock slide between her legs and she reached to open her lips to make it easier for the head to rub over her clit. She liked feeling him slide back and forth positioned like this. It was heating her up, getting her wet again. He liked it as well, her hand rubbing over the sensitive head made his cock harder, quickly.

They both knew when to stop the teasing, without a word between them. She moved forward a few inches further; he bent his knees a little and the head of his cock found and entered inside of her.

She was wet inside, ready to accept him as he slid all the way in with little resistance.

"Go slow baby," she sighed. "Just for a little bit."

Inch by inch he slid in and out of her, loving how tight she was but at the same time wanting more for himself. The slow tickle he was feeling all over the head of his cock was making him crazy. Her teasing tonight contributed to his desire to have his way with her; to take her.

WAAACKKK

The sound of his hand slapping her base ass was loud in the cabin.

WAACKK

Not as hard the second time but almost as loud.

She shoved her hips back hard against him, moved forward slightly then quickly back hard against him a second time.

"C'mon babe, Fuck me..... DO IT!"

His hands were already holding both hips and his response was to thrust back at her hard, pull back an inch and slam forward again, and again.

They found a pace, a rhythm, a beat that was accompanied by the sound of their bodies colliding, moving as one, driving each other on.

She knew he was close, could feel his cock stiffening inside of her, wanted so bad to wait for him, for his cumming to trigger her own release.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh," he groaned, throwing his head back, pulling her tight to his hips. His body and especially his cock all tightened at the same time, cum shooting into her as his orgasm rocked him. "Fuck.....fuck," he cried when seconds later he was thrusting into her again, feeling like the pleasure wouldn't stop.

Her climax was smaller, nothing like earlier. She felt it wash over her as he came, pulsing inside of her, but this one she controlled, loving how it made her feel, experiencing it differently.

She was happy to let him finish at his own pace, not lifting up until he stopped, reaching up to wrap an arm around his head, kissing softy the side of his face.

"You've never spanked me before," she said.

"Can't say I really ever wanted to before tonight. It wasn't planned, not like your little tease tonight. You sure you want me working less hours," he asked with a smile on his face?

"If you promise not to leave marks..... Maybe," she answered.

Heading Home

The clock beside the bed showed 6:45. He got up quietly and walked to the bathroom. When he was finished at the sink he packed his small bag and took it into the bedroom. The rest of his clothes went in the larger bag when he was finished dressing. He looked over at her as she slept and smiled. Last night had been special.

The sex had been dramatic. The cuddling in bed before falling asleep had been comforting. He remembered why he had been so smitten with her at their first meeting. She was different from the women in his past, so unaware of what else was out there to experience. They fit well together in so many ways.

He bent to kiss the top of her head and watched as she stretched her limbs beneath the covers.

"Time to get moving," he told her. "I'll get the coffee started."

"Mmmmphhhhhh," was her only reply.

Thirty minutes later she came out of the bedroom and set both of her bags near the front door. She poured herself coffee and creamer and joined him on the couch.

"Do we have to leave so early," she asked?

"We said we would be back in time for the party and I don't trust the cats so going early means we don't have to drive like mad to get back in time," he answered.

"Ok, I'll strip the bed and you finish the kitchen. We're stopping for breakfast though. I want pancakes again," she told him.

They finished in the cabin, packed the car and were on the road in less than an hour. There was no checkout for the cabin needed and the streets in Gatlinburg had very light traffic. Breakfast at Cracker Barrel was filling and the drive home was quiet except for NPR on the radio. Knoxville traffic was light as well and by noon they were pulling into their parking lot at the apartment.

The cats, of course, were sleeping in the sunlight when they entered the apartment and even with food left in the feeder, were demanding their wet food once they realized that "Mom and Dad" were home.

The party that afternoon was fun and everyone asked about how the cabin and Gatlinburg were. They talked about everything except the sex; well she did say that the hot tub was an adventure. They left by 9 and were in bed by 10, both tired from the weekend. It was a good tired.

He checked that the alarm on his phone was set for 5 a.m. and set it on the nightstand before curling up behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"Thanks for a great weekend," he told her. "It was perfect."

"Just remember what good boys get that don't work late," she said as she put her hand on top of his.

They slept like that, holding each other, neither one thinking about the day to follow. It was different. It was better.

DB  7/2008



A Weekend Away



Her pulse raced as the plane sat at the end of the runway, she loved flying but the taking off and landing always made her nervous. Minutes later she relaxed as the plane leveled off, she sat back and thought of the weekend she was to have, excited but also nervous. 

She was excited because she had never been to New York, all the sites she would see, The Empire State Building, Times Square, the Statue of Liberty, Central Park and much more but she was also nervous. Nervous because she had never been away on her own before added to her tension.

She curled up under the blanket after the meal and tucked her legs under her as she flicked through the channels for a film to watch. It was the announcement that the plane was landing in thirty minutes that woke her. She stretched her legs and stood, looking at the other passengers readying them selves for landing when she noticed him. 

She was not sure what it was about him that caught her attention, but the look, the glance caught her. She just knew there was something about him and she was sure, by that look, that he had noticed her.

Waiting for the bags to appear she glanced round to see if she could see him but there was no sign of him so, not wanting people to think she was staring at them she started to look for her suitcase from the many now falling down on to the conveyor belt.

It was late as she arrived at the hotel. She checked in and took the elevator to the 35th floor, opening the door to her room the view took her breathe away. Her room, on the corner of the hotel, gave her a panoramic view across New York.

She dropped her bag and sat on the bed looking at sites she had only ever seen in pictures or on television; she just sat and stared out the window. Lost in time she did not know how long she had been there before the knock on the door startled her. She looked through the peep hole.

Opening the door it was what she thought she had seen. A porter holding the biggest bunch of flowers she had ever seen. A movement to her left caught her eye and there stood another porter, with a silver tray, a bottle of champagne and a single glass.

Standing aside the porters entered her room and one proceeded to start arranging the flowers into four vases while the other asked if she would like the champagne opened, she nodded. Sitting sipping the champagne her mind spun, thinking of who could have arranged this? Her Mum? A friend? Him? For numerous reasons it could not be any of them. After all, she had only booked the hotel at JFK airport on her arrival. How could anyone have known?

Panicked gripped her, had they been delivered to her room by mistake. She called reception and asked, but no, they were delivered to the correct room and there was no charge to the room. She asked if there was a record of who had arranged this but there was none.

Undressing she poured some more champagne realizing she had finished the whole bottle. She placed the glass on the bedside table as she lay on the bed lying, looking out over New York. As she closed her eyes her thoughts drifted to him, the champagne tingled.

It was the sun light shining through the window that woke her, her first day in New York. She showered and dressed, grabbing her hand bag, phone and key she heard the door click behind her. Walking through the avenues of down town New York the world rushed around her like bees in a beehive, busy with no time to notice any one else. She bought a paper and a map and sitting in the café she sipped her coffee and flicked through the newspaper.

Looking at the map as she finished her coffee she tried to work out where she was and where she would go. She sensed something, she wasn't sure what, so she looked about her, so many people, but there, across the street to her right, at another café, it was him. Sitting reading a paper, smoking, taking sips of his coffee it was definitely him.

She stared across, wondering, should she shout, "Hi", no, couldn't, silly, should she try wave, no, he'd never see her, damn, walk past him, that's it, "waitress, my bill please". The waitress gave her the bill, and looking through her purse she checked the money, the dollars she was giving. They all looked the same, so she was careful about what she was handing over. Standing up, she grabbed her stuff and looked over at him again, but he was gone. Her eyes scanned the Avenue in both directions but there was no sign of him, where had he gone? 

Throughout the whole day as she walked, shopped, strolled through Central Park her mind kept coming back to him. As she indulged in an ice cream strolling through the park in the late afternoon sun, she wondered, was it just coincidence that he had been there, what is he doing in New York, was he single, married, nice, god, so many thoughts although she wasn't really sure why. Back at the hotel she had a long bath and started to get organized for a special night. Tonight she was going to dine at one of the best restaurants recommended by the concierge at the hotel. 

She dressed in her most beautiful dress; looking in the full length mirror she was stunning. The dress, her make up, her hair, she was beautiful. Tonight she would turn heads as she dinned in New York. Walking through the reception out of the hotel she strolled to the waiting taxi. Arriving at the restaurant the waiter took her to her table, she could sense the glances she was getting but she felt they were admiring glances and that gave her a glow of satisfaction.

Placing her order with the waiter she glanced past him as the door of the restaurant opened, it was him. He was welcomed like a long lost friend by the staff of the restaurant and directed to a table in the corner. She stared; it was the waiter who grabbed back her attention by asking if that was everything she wanted to order.

Sitting sipping her wine she could not help but look over at him, glancing every now and then. Why did he not notice her, his look on the plane, that look! Why did he not see her now? She had finished her meal and asked for the bill, she looked out her credit card, always the hardest part, paying, but the meal had been fantastic, delicious and was worth every penny. It was the words "Paid in Full" that grabbed her attention. How could this be, she asked the waiter. The manager of the restaurant, sensing some thing was wrong, came over.

He explained that they had been told earlier that day, that afternoon, that she would be coming to the restaurant, that evening, where she would want to sit, and that the meal was to be charged to "an account". She asked by who, what account? The manager mentioned that for reasons of confidentiality he could not reveal that information. Thanking her waiter, she left the restaurant, looking at where he had been sat the seat was empty, gone, she left glancing around in the hope of spotting him but there was no sign of him so she climbed into the waiting taxi. The driver asked if she wanted a drive round town on the way back to the hotel. It had gone 1am and the streets were quieter, she nodded.

As the car swept through the streets she stared out the window thinking about him. The taxi stopped by the waterfront as the driver pointed out the Statue of Liberty across the water. She climbed out of the car, asking him to wait, and walked to the edge of the water, looking at the brightly lit statue, a cold wind blew.

She felt a chill through her jacket when suddenly a heavy overcoat was placed over her shoulders. Startled, she turned, it was him. They started walking down the waterfront, talking; it "was" him, the flowers, the champagne, the bill. The unanswered question was how he knew, how did he arrange it, how? His car pulled up and they climbed in and drove back to the hotel, he kissed her on the cheek and they arranged to meet in the morning, for breakfast.

Entering the hotel she literally skipped to her room, opening the door she saw that she had new flowers replacing yesterday's, another bottle of champagne, opened and a single glass. A note beside it said, "Sleep Well x". What a day, her mind raced, she sipped champagne and undressing she thought of tomorrow, of him, lying she felt, well, she shuddered as the emotion ran through her body. 

Dawn was still rising as she dried her hair, looking for what to wear, she had already chosen her most beautiful underwear although she was not sure why. After changing her mind three times she settled on a top and her favorite jeans.

As the lift doors opened she was oblivious to everyone else, he was there sitting waiting for her, over breakfast they talked like long lost friends. The day past like a dream, walking, talking, shopping although they bought little, standing on the top of the Empire State Building he stood behind her, sheltering her from the wind she sunk back into his arms as he pointed out landmarks of the city. Back at the hotel she raced to her room to change to go out for a meal, with him.

Opening the door she was stunned. There were bags everywhere, literally bag after bag after bag. Everything she had seen that day, and liked, was there. Shoes, tops, dresses, and so much more, everything, absolutely everything. She ran a deep bath, switching off the bathroom light she lay soaking, the room lit with two of the candles she had "liked". Her mind drifted, with handfuls of lather she washed, touched and moaned softly.

The food was superb, the conversation, they wined and dined, it was a fantastic night and driving through the streets of New York she snuggled under his arm as he pointed out some of the sites of New York. Turning a corner sharply, her handbag fell over and they both reached to grab it. For a second they looked at each other, their faces inches apart, he leaned forward and kissed her gently. Leaning back against the car seat they were locked together. She turned slightly, lying across him and he cradled her head with his forearm, his hand supporting her shoulder, leaning down to kiss her she closed her eyes, his touch felt so sensitive.

The car stopping made her sit up, he kissed her on the cheek and told her his car would pick her up at eleven o'clock tomorrow and they would have a special day together. She literally floated to her room. Flopping down on the bed she looked at all the bags that surrounded her, it dawned on her that she would never get all of this in her suitcase! Still, she thought she would just leave her old stuff to make space. She started gathering the bags and opened the wardrobe to find two new suitcases and a note saying any excess baggage cost had already been taken care of. He had taken care of everything.

Strolling out of the hotel the car was waiting for her, it was a beautiful sunny day. The car drove through the streets down to the harbor front stopping, she climbed out but she could not see him anywhere. The driver pointed and turning round she saw him sitting in the back of a helicopter as it landed further down the harbor front, he beckoned her over and she climbed in. He fastened her seat belt and seconds later they were off, flying through the skyscrapers of New York. 

Swooping out over the water it started to descend and finally land, on Ellis Island the site where all immigrants used to land as they arrived in America. If was deserted now, bar a table set for two.

For hours they sat, ate and talked with the skyscrapers and the Statue of Liberty as "their" scenery. He glanced at his watch, her flight was at seven and it had already passed four o'clock, they stood, she went to walk to the helicopter and a hand placed on her shoulder made her turn. He wrapped his arms round her, a hand holding the back of her head as he kissed her with a passion that took her breathe away. Her eyes shut tightly she felt her legs go weak just wanting to stay there and be held by him forever.

She climbed in to the helicopter; he fastened her belt, kissed her on the cheek and stepped back. The helicopter started to rise and he waved. It hit her, he was not coming with her, and she stared down as he disappeared into the distance, waving. She sat motionless for the rest of the flight to JFK, her mind spun. Would she ever see him again, she didn't know his name; yes she knew his first name but not his last name, no phone number, no email address, her stomach churned.

Waiting in the queue at the check in desk her eyes welled with tears, she saw someone holding a card with her name on it. She looked again through blurred vision, yes it was her name. She approached her and the lady informed her that her bags had been packed and checked in for her handing her, her passport and boarding ticket. She had been so engrossed in all of her other thoughts she had forgotten all about this. He had taken care of them.

Waiting to board the plane her eyes darted round the departures gate, striving to see him but to no avail, there was no sign of him. 

During the flight she was lost to everything around her, when she closed her eyes all she could think of; was him, his look, his touch, his smell. 

She wandered round the plane, looking; she did not care if anyone noticed her looking, staring, she wanted to find him. But there was no sign of him anywhere. She resigned herself to the fact she was left with only the thoughts of a wonderful weekend.

The flight was uneventful and she gathered her things together as the pilot thanked everyone for flying with them. Walking off she thanked the stewardess at the door and beside her was the First Officer, it was "him". 

The End



A Weekend Away



Rachael sat on the train, deep in thought staring out of the window. The rush hour commuters were jockeying for their normal carriage for the Friday night journey home to a weekend away from the drudgery of their jobs.

She, meanwhile, was going to spend the weekend in the country with her new boyfriend. To be correct, she was going to his parent's country house to meet them for the first time. Rachael had a sense of foreboding about what to expect but couldn't put her finger on exactly why she was dreading the next 48 hours. 

She had been enjoying the single life having been on her own for about six months when she met Greg in a bar about three months ago. She had gone out for a few drinks with some girl friends, turned around and spilt a drink on him. He laughed it off, he bought her a drink, they exchanged phone numbers and a few days later he called her. A few dates later they seemed to be settling into a routine and he spent the night with her. Sex was OK, maybe something that would improve with time she thought. Certainly not explosive or the stuff one read about. Also not as good as she had experienced before, albeit her experiences were not that numerous!

Her previous relationship, with Sam, had ended with him going to the other side of the world and making it clear he didn't see any purpose in Rachael joining him; that despite them having been an item for three years. During those intervening six months she had had an unfortunate drunken one night stand, but apart from that she had had no romantic interests and was happy with the situation. Prior to Sam, Rachael had a few boyfriends, no more and no less than her peer group and had also "enjoyed" the status of being the other woman having a two year relationship with a married man. 

The doors on the train shut, interrupting Rachael's thoughts. She continued starring out of the window as the train left the station and picked up speed. 

Greg worked near her and of late their routine was to meet for a quick drink before going to one of their flats or out for dinner about twice during the week and spending all weekends together, either at his flat or her's. They had both agreed it was getting difficult to juggle the logistics of living in two places, but neither had suggested moving in together. 

Her mind wandered back to their sex life as the train reached its maximum speed and the scenery became a blur.

She enjoyed sex; she enjoyed making love with Greg. Most times he made her cum. But there was something missing. With Sam they pushed the boundaries. They discussed their fantasies but didn't act on most of them, which was fine. With other boyfriends, including her married lover, there was an explosion of sorts. Rachael was able to relax and let the physical sensations overwhelm her. Even if it was a quickie, she could lose herself in the act and she believed her partner did too. With Greg, something was held in reserve. Was he fully committed to the act or was his mind elsewhere. He certainly didn't seem as into it or as needy as others had. She chastised herself in comparing him to others. In every other respect he was loving and attentive and a delightful companion. And after all, that was as important as or more important than what went on in the bedroom. Wasn't it?

The train slowed down as the first station approached. Some people got off and fewer got on. As the doors shut and the train pulled off, her thoughts returned to the weekend ahead. She was to text Greg when she got to the station before his. He was already at his parents having gone down earlier to sort out some family paperwork issues. He would pick her up and take her to his parent's house. They were due to have dinner with his parents that night and presumably have a fireside cosy chat. She realised that this was the first time she had spent a weekend away with a boyfriends parents. What would the sleeping arrangements be? Would they share a room?

Saturday was supposed to be a relaxing day with a walk in the country in the afternoon, followed by a party with some old friends of Greg's. Was this where she was shown off?

Sunday was a pub lunch at a Carvery with his parents, before returning together back to London.

Rachael smiled to herself, it sounded like a scene from Bridget Jones Diary!

Her mind wondered again. Greg had met her friends. They had all been very polite and said he was nice, but there was always a nagging doubt that they were being polite and didn't really mean it. They wanted her to be happy and saw she seemed to be content; but did they see there was a spark missing? Her best friend Anna had pulled a face when Rachael had mentioned in passing the lack of spark in the bedroom. It was almost a case of "well I'm not surprised."

The train slowed to a stop at a station. This was the penultimate one. She texted Greg. He responded immediately; "See you at the station."

Rachael sighed deeply as the train pulled off. It may be a long 48 hours but she would be fine. His parents and friends couldn't be total ogres. They may come from the country, but they wouldn't be inbred with an eye in the middle of their foreheads would they?

That thought made her smile as the train slowed to her station and she saw Greg standing, waiting expectantly for her, on the platform.

She gathered her stuff and got off the train. Greg walked towards her and helped her with her bag, smiling as her chastely kissed her on the cheek.

They walked to his car making small talk about the journey. He feeling of foreboding was not going away, if anything his manner was making things worse. He seemed very distant. Distracted even.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

He nodded. "Yes, why?"

"You seem distracted."

"Do I? Sorry." He replied as he started the car and headed out down a country lane.

The silence in the car was deafening as they drove the three miles or so until he pulled into a drive of a chocolate box cover, picturesque, thatched cottage with an in and out drive.

"This is my parents' house."

"Wow, it's beautiful," she said getting out of the car.

The front door opened and an elderly couple stood there to greet them.

"Hello, you must be Rachael unless Greg has picked up a waif or stray on the way. I'm Greg's dad, Bob. Welcome to Rose Cottage."

"And I'm Florence, so good to meet you. Greg has done nothing but talk about you since you two met." 

Greg steered Rachael to the door and his smiling parents. 

"Nice to meet you both too," Rachael said smiling, instantly regretting not having bought some flowers as a thank you, but hoping the bottle of wine in her bag would suffice.

"Greg, why don't you show Rachael to her room so she can freshen up and then join us for a pre dinner drink," Bob said.

"Yes, this way," Greg said pointing to the stairs.

They climbed the stairs and Greg entered a large room. "This is yours; the loo and bathroom are down the corridor. Is there anything you need?"

"Yes, a hug please."

He smiled awkwardly. "Sorry."

He dropped the bag and stepped towards her and stiffly hugged her. Letting her go, he said, "Get yourself refreshed, we will be downstairs having a drink when you are ready."

He turned around, left the room and shut the door.

What have I done? Rachael asked herself. Greg's behaviour was bazaar!

She quickly unpacked and used the bathroom to wash before changing and, taking the bottle of wine, went downstairs found Greg and his parents in the lounge, finding the room by following the sounds of their voices.

The three of them stood around a roaring log fire, stiffly holding their glasses of what appeared to be sherry. 

"Feeling better dear?" Florence asked. "I do hate that journey from London."

"Yes, thanks," she replied. She handed the bottle of wine to Bob. "Just a small gesture for having me this weekend." 

"You shouldn't have," he replied studying the label with interest. 

"Greg, get your young lady a drink," Florence said in a commanding voice.

"Sherry?" he asked.

Rachael nodded. "Please."

"So do tell us about yourself Rachael," Bob asked as Greg handed her a glass. "We want to know that Greg has not been lying!" he added with a smile.

She smiled and took a sip of the sherry. It tasted foul but she hoped she managed to disguise this fact.

"Well, I am 28, work in London as a research analyst for a publishing company. Have been in the job since I finished university where I studied English." 

She looked at Bob and Florence who seemed to be hanging on her every word. 

"I enjoying reading, going to the cinema and theatre, dinner and that stuff," she smiled looked at Greg, before continuing: "and of course spending time with Greg!"

Bob and Florence smiled. "Oh, that's nice, and I know Greg likes spending time with you. Don't you Greg?" Bob said.

Greg looked embarrassed but smiled and nodded; "of course," he said."

"Ok, let's sit down for dinner," Florence said, putting her glass down and leaving the room. Bob followed and Greg guided Rachael out of the room and into the adjoining dining room.

Dinner was excruciating as far as Rachael was concerned. The setting was lovely with a beamed ceiling, snug dining room, immaculately laid out. The food was fine and excellently cooked. The wine very good, but poured sparingly, the conversation however was stilted and slow, there was no flow and Greg in particular seemed as uncomfortable as her. When the meal was over Rachael offered to help with the clearing up.

"No, but thank you," Florence said dismissing her offer in a rather aggressive tone. "You are a guest. Bob and I will take care of what the dishwasher doesn't do."

Greg walked towards the lounge; Rachael followed him.

They sat in silence.

"Have I upset you?" she whispered.

"No, why?"

"You have hardly said a word to me. You seem on edge and not at all comfortable. You're not making it easy for me."

Greg shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know what you mean."

Nothing further could be said as Bob entered the room. "Right I'm having a nightcap. Rachael, will you join me as it seems my son hasn't the manners to offer you a drink?"

"Thank you, but no. I'm fine," Rachael answered smiling at Bob.

"I'll join you Dad. Whisky?" Greg said rising and walking towards what Rachael assumed was the drinks cabinet.

As he poured two glasses, Florence walked in. "I wont join you, I'm off to bed so see you in the morning. Good night."

A chorus of "good nights" echoed out as she left the room. 

The two men nursed their drinks as a silence enveloped the room. The silence was broken by Bob draining his glass, rising and bidding Greg and Rachael good night.

"Something is up, I don't know what it is and I don't like it," hissed Rachael. "I have never felt so uncomfortable in my life and you are not helping. I have never known you so quiet and withdrawn," Rachael whispered aggressively.

"I'm sorry, it's the first time I have brought a girlfriend home," he said apologetically. "My parents have never met any of my girl friends before."

Rachael let the information sink in and realised in all their time together, he had asked about her previous relationships, but he had always dodged the question about his previous girlfriends.

She moved over and knelt down in front of him. "Please try harder Greg, I can't bear for tomorrow to be like this evening. It has been so stilted."

He nodded. "Ok, I'm sorry."

"Shall we go to bed?" she asked.

"Yes, but I think we had better keep to our assigned rooms."

Rachael was disappointed and upset, but tried to hide her feelings. "Ok, can't have them hearing our lovemaking or the creaking of the floorboards," she said smiling.

"No, it would not be well received."

She kissed him gently on the cheek and stood up. "Good night Greg."

"Good night," he replied.

Rachael changed into her nightdress and got into bed, her head spinning with thoughts about the evening. Two days of stilted conversation and formality would make her go insane.

She eventually fell asleep, only to be awoken by a soft knocking on the door.

"Come in," she said quietly, expecting and hoping to see Greg enter her room, but amazed to see it was Bob.

"Sorry to wake you and disturb you, but I just had to speak to you," he whispered. 

He quietly shut the door and walked towards the bed. Rachael sat up and ensured she was covered. 

"May I sit down?" he asked.

Rachael nodded and moved to allow him some room.

"I have to apologise about tonight, we have not helped you feel welcome and I need to explain some things. Maybe then you can understand matters."

"I am totally confused, but Ok, explain away," she said, not knowing what on earth was going on.

Bob took a deep breath. "This isn't easy for me but let me begin. You know you are the first girlfriend Greg has brought here don't you?"

Rachael nodded.

"You know you are Greg's first ever girlfriend don't you?"

Rachael looked amazed. "No I didn't."

"Well Greg has never shown any interest in girls before you," he continued. "In fact he showed more interest in boys, if you follow my drift."

"Oh my God, you mean he was.."

"Yes, gay."

"Oh god, no I didn't know."

"Yes he had a few boy friends, none ever came here but we kind of knew about them. You were the first female he ever told us about and we jumped at the chance to meet you. We talked to him this morning and he made us very worried when it came up that he hadn't been totally honest to you about his past. It's not our business and we don't want him hurt, but equally we don't want you hurt and felt you should know. Florence and I probably haven't handled things well, to which I apologise and I'm sorry but I just had to make sure you knew everything."

Rachael was stunned, but all of a sudden things started to fall into place.

"Bob, thank you. It doesn't change how I feel about Greg, but it does answer some nagging thoughts. Should I tell him we had this conversation? How will he react?"

"I don't know, I really don't," he replied looking confused. "I wish I did. If you do it's a gamble that could go horribly wrong. Conversely it may help and lift a weight off his shoulders, assuming he does not know how to explain or tell you. I just don't know. Anyway, I for one feel better for telling you. I hope it works out for you both, I really do, but I cant answer the question you have about mentioning this conversation and I am sure there are loads of other questions you must have."

Rachael nodded, her head hurting with all the thoughts going through her mind.

"Good night, Rachael. Don't think badly of Florence and I, and thanks for hearing me out," Bob said as he stood up and left the room, quietly shutting the door.

Sleep was now impossible as Rachael replayed the last three months through her mind, the physical and emotional side. What was said, what wasn't. Answers to questions and experiences from the past. Many things were now clearer.

Rachael heard activity outside her room and looked at the clock. The house was coming to life at 8.30. There was a knock on the door. "Come in." 

Greg entered, standing in the door way. "Shower is free, there is still plenty of hot water," he smiled. 

"Want to wash my back," she smiled.

He smiled. "Yes, but maybe we should wait till we are back in London. Don't want my dad to be jealous or my Mum thinking her little boy is playing with girls."

He shut the door and Rachael considered his answer. Was he dropping a hint?

She soon showered and dressed and walked downstairs to the smell of coffee and fried cooking, a full English breakfast laid out in front of her and Greg.

"Bob and I have eaten and will be going into town, do you two want to join us or have you plans?"

Greg looked at Rachael. "What would you like to do?" There was warmth in his voice that wasn't there yesterday. Had his father spoken to him?

"I don't mind, but I would like a walk in the country at some time."

"Ok," Bob said, "can I suggest you do a walk this morning while the weather is on our side, maybe have a pub lunch and then come back here this afternoon. You can always pop to the town this afternoon."

"Sounds good to me!" said Rachael. "Let's do that Greg."

Greg nodded; his mouth full of food.

Rachael and Greg finished their breakfast and cleared the things away and were soon out and walking across fields. 

Greg took Rachael's hand in his and said; "I'm sorry about last night, I need to explain some things." He seemed genuinely warm as he spoke to her.

"That sounds sinister," said Rachael as she climbed a stile and kissed him on the cheek.

Ignoring her reply he continued. "You are the first girl friend my parents have met, which is hard for me and them which in turn made yesterday so awkward. I really wanted them to meet you as you mean so much to me. Also," he continued before she could interrupt, "there are some things in the past that I didn't think my parents knew about that it appears they do."

"Oh, what are they?"

Greg stopped walking. "There is no easy way of saying this."

"Greg, what is it, you are frightening me," Rachael said reaching out to hold his hands.

"Before we met," he said, unable to keep eye contact, "I was involved in the gay scene."

He stopped and looked at her, his eyes watering up. "I had a few boy friends, I wasn't into the promiscuous part of the scene, but I did have a few boy friends that I slept with, and before you ask or are concerned it was always safe sex."

Rachael nodded. "I see." 

"Is that all you have to say?"

"It's a bit of a bombshell Greg," she said deciding immediately it would not be appropriate to tell him she already knew and that she had had the conversation with his father.

"I know."

"Why me?" Rachael asked. "What have I got that makes you think you want a heterosexual relationship? I assume you are not just trying me out to see if you want a woman for a change?"

Greg shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, I know I feel for you more that anyone I have felt for in the past. The sex is, I don't know, something I am scared of and I am sure that you have had better lovers, but something I hoped would improve. I do know I have no desire to sleep with another man again."

Rachael stopped holding his hands and moved in and hugged him. "Greg, thank you. I can't say this is easy to take on board but thank you for your honesty; it must have been hard."

He nodded.

"I need to think," she said. 

"Is this the end?" he asked.

"No, I don't know. I need some thinking time," she replied. She stood away from him and held his hands. "I don't have a problem with the physical acts; I just can't get my mind around how one can change from being gay to straight, or vice versa."

"Neither do I," he smiled.

"Let's carry on with the walk. Can I ask you questions?"

"Yes, no problem."

They walked for another hour or so, with Rachael bombarding him with questions. Not about the sex acts he may have performed but about the emotional side of the gay scene. He answered as truthfully as he could. She asked and asked about how and why he felt he could change from being gay and what it was about her. Unfortunately no matter how hard he tried he was unable to answer these questions as he had asked himself the same ones a million times.

They eventually came across a small country pub and shared a bottle of wine and ate two enormous ploughman's lunches.

They walked back, hand in hand in silence. Both were deep in thought about what they had discussed and what the future had in store for them.

With the house in sight in the distance, Rachael stopped. "Greg, what we have is good, more than good and I don't want to throw it away, but I don't want to be hurt. If you ever left me for another woman I would be devastated. If you left me for another man I can not even think how I would feel or cope. I trust you, but as I say, please don't hurt me."




A Weekend Away



His eyes were watering. "I promise I wont hurt you, and please don't hurt me either," he said his voice quivering with emotion.

They hugged and kissed. The kiss turned passionate and for the first time Rachael really felt loved and wanted. She broke the kiss off. "We had better stop before that leads us somewhere!"

Greg laughed, "Yes a bit cold outside for a fumble isn't it."

They resumed their walk, hand in hand; the atmosphere light and happy.

When they got back to Greg's parents house the house was warm and smelt of roaring log fires. It was very homely and Rachael felt more at ease than when she first turned up the previous evening.

"Hi guys, do you want the good news or the bad news?" Bob greeted them.

"Let's have the bad news," Greg groaned. 

"John has been on the phone. The party is off. Something to do with his wife's parents and an illness and babysitting problems."

"Oh well, never mind," said Rachael who was secretly grateful as she was not sure after the news that she was ready to meet a lot of Greg's old friends who presumably knew or suspected about his previous preferences.

"The good news however," Bob said smiling, "is that Florence and I are going out and will not be back until tomorrow for lunch so you have the house to yourselves."

"You're not going out on our behalf are you?" asked Rachael.

"No dear," Florence said entering the room, "this evening was organised weeks ago, but thank you for asking," she said smiling warmly.

"Did you enjoy your walk?" Bob asked.

"Very much," Rachael said looking at Greg and smiling. "But I feel dirty and need a shower. Is it OK if I go up and have one?" 

"No problem," said Florence. "We'll be gone by the time you will have finished, I was just about to write you a note, so have a good evening. There is plenty of food in the fridge or Greg knows the Pizza delivery number off by heart!"

"Mum, please!" Greg said looking embarrassed.

Rachael went upstairs and was just about to get in the shower when she heard the front door close and Greg bid his parents good bye.

The shower was lovely and hot and she was enjoying the sensation as the water cascaded down her body. She felt relaxed and her mind was empty for the first time in ages when she was jolted by the sound of the door opening.

She jumped as she saw Greg looking at her, her nudity partly hidden by the shower screen and the steam, but she sensed he was looking at her in a lustful way.

He spoke, but his voice was thick with emotion.

"Do you still want a back wash?"

She didn't say anything but turned around so her back was facing him. Then she waited.

Seconds later she felt his hands on her back, stroking her wet back. He got hold of the shower gel and squirted it on her back, rubbing it in, firstly across her shoulders and then down towards the middle of her back and then down towards her buttocks.

As he soaped and massaged her buttocks, she felt herself getting aroused. Her nipples were hardening, her clit was getting bigger and her pussy wet; and not just from the water in the shower.

She opened her legs a bit, silently imploring him to continue his stroking and hoping he would explore her intimately.

He didn't need telling twice as he let his hands knead her buttocks, opening her up and letting his fingers explore her bum and down towards her pussy. He let one finger stroke her outer lips as she leant forward and opened her legs a bit more. He then entered her, she moaned in appreciation. His other hand sneaked around the front of her and started stroking her engorged clit. He was now standing in the shower with her, he was naked and she could feel his body against her as he continued finger fucking her with one hand and stroking her clit with another. She bucked against him, feeling his erection hard against her back. Very hard. Harder than she could remember.

"Finger me harder," she pleaded. She was so close to coming, he could do anything to her as long as he made her cum.

"Yes, that's it," she cried out as she forced herself down on his finger deep inside her as the other continued its magical touch on her clit. 

"Oh god yes! I'm cumming".

Greg remained silent; he let his fingers do the talking as she came crying out and shaking uncontrollably as the physical release overcame her.

He slowly removed his finger and stopped playing with her clit as she regained her breath.

She turned around and held him close, kissing him and receiving more response from him than ever before.

"I don't care about your past, if you do that to me again and again I think I could put up with you," she smiled.

She stood back and looked at his rock hard erection. "I think we had better sort that out," she said lightly stroking it.

"Later," he said. "Lets go and have a drink and a cuddle by the fire, we will be out of hot water soon and that will curb its enthusiasm if it's showered with cold water," he laughed.

"Ok, she said.

She turned the water off and they dried each other, making sure they could touch and tease each other as they did so. Dressed in dressing gowns they went downstairs and opened a bottle of wine and sat hand in hand in front of the log fire.

"So what's it to be?" Greg asked. "Pizza or raid the fridge?"

"Sausage."

"What?" he asked.

Rachael didn't answer but made Greg open his legs as she undid his dressing gown. She knelt down and admired his prick that had lost some it's hardness but soon regained it as she stroked it before licking the end. She slowly engulfed the end with her lips and had a momentary flashback when she remembered trying to go down on him before and he said he was not sure about it. This time there was no hesitation and he moaned out loud as she sucked and stroked him. He was soon breathing heavily and she could sense he was not going to last long. She could never deep throat but she took as much of him in her mouth as she could and sucked as hard as she could. He started bucking and was literally fucking her mouth. 

"I'm cumming!" he cried. She had never let a guy cum in her mouth before, but today was going to be a first. She started stroking him as she concentrated on licking and sucking the head of his prick as he cried out, her mouth filling with a warm salty thick liquid as he came. She swallowed as much as she could but some of his cum dribbled out of the side of her mouth.

She stopped and scooped it up with her fingers and put her fingers in her mouth as she looked at him, both of them looking lustfully at each other and knowing that today had been a momentous day in many many ways.

"Now you can order the pizza!" she said smiling and looking at his cock becoming flaccid.

Pizza was ordered, soon delivered and the wine finished. Another bottle was opened as they cleared up their pizza boxes and Greg put more logs on the fire.

Rachael cuddled up to him and looked at him with a mixture of love and lust in her eyes.

"Tell me; what's the difference is between making love with a man and a woman?"

"Oh, I don't know," he replied looking embarrassed.

"Please don't be embarrassed, I want to know. I'm not jealous, it will be erotic."

"Well," he said taking a sip of wine. A man is more rough; and there isn't the tenderness we have, as you know I cant compare making love with you with another girl" he laughed.

"True!" she said. "And before you ask, I have compared you to others but what we had this afternoon was up there with the best. We are now going to make love and it will be the best we have both had."

He leant over and kissed her, gently at first and then harder with more passion. She responded with the same passion and they were soon naked, their dressing gowns dispensed with, the log fore keeping them warm.

He gently stroked her pussy. Marvelling at how it opened to his touch. "I want to lick you," he said. "Tell me what you want," he added as he opened her legs more and positioned himself so he could look at wet and open pussy.

"Lick the lips, up and down," she said.

He bent down and did so, gently and getting moans of appreciation.

"Now enter me with you tongue and then move upwards to my clit, oh God yes, that's it," she cried as he continued to follow her instructions.

Without being asked, he put a finger inside her, and then a second as he continued licking her clit. 

This was too much; she had never been so turned on and held his head tight against her, urging him to continue. She was soon going to cum and cried out as her muscles contracted around his fingers and she came more violently than she could ever remember.

He stopped his licking and fingering and looked at as she climbed down from her orgasm.

"I now want you to fuck me," she commanded.

Needing no further encouragement, he grabbed his erect member and placed it at the entrance of her still pulsating pussy. He moved forward and was soon engulfed in her hot wet sleeve.

He started slowly thrusting, being met stroke for stroke by the enthusiastic Rachael.

"Yes, that's it!" she cried.

"Its fantastic!" he said through gritted teeth. "It's so good!"

He increased his pace.

"Take me!" she cried out. "Be selfish, I want this to be your best ever!"

"It is! God yes it is!" he shouted.

There was no way this was going to last long and both of them knew it.

"I am going to cum!" Rachael cried holding onto him.

"Me too!" he said as the sensation of orgasm approached.

"Cum inside me, deep inside me!"

"I will, I am! He shouted as he froze and spurt after spurt of his hot cum filled Rachael's pussy, triggering another orgasm for her.

He slowly withdrew and lay down beside her as they regained their breath.

He looked at her a smiled. "It's been quiet a day hasn't it?"

"And it's not over, I think we can have one more session out of him don't you think?", as she reached down and stroked his wet but, by now, flaccid penis.

He laughed. "Maybe."

They spent the rest of the evening cuddled up in front of the firs, exchanging loving glances, random kisses; some chaste, some passionate and talked and talked about their pasts and their plans for their future.

As the fire died down they cleared up and went upstairs, no hint of separate rooms and Rachael joined Greg in his bed. They cuddled and kissed, passionately and explored each others bodies. First with their hands and then with lips and tongues. 

Greg spent ages, stroking and licking Rachael's small but beautifully formed breasts. Focussing on her nipples he made them hard and erect and enjoyed hearing her moans of satisfaction as his 100 per cent attention was focused on her satisfaction.

He moved down her prone body to her pussy, marvelling at the smell and taste as he explored her. Her partly shaven mound intrigued him and he had no thought in his mind apart from providing her pleasure. 

As he bought her close to orgasm, her mind was on a different planet. She wanted to explore things with Greg that had previously been out of bounds. She had already let him cum in her mouth, she now wanted him to explore her tradesman's entrance. She couldn't believe she was thinking this; something that had previously repelled her. A wicked thought was that he would know what and how to do it given his previous life, but if she suggested it, would he be put off or think she was mocking him?

As he continued licking her, she took matters into her own hands. She took some of the copious amount of fluid leaking from her pussy and rubbed it around her tight virginal bum hole.

Slowly she pushed her finger in, enjoying the lewd sensation.

Greg saw what she was doing and stopped his licking, replacing his tongue with his finger on her expectant clit.

"Is that nice?" he whispered.

"Yes, very," she replied, putting her finger further inside herself. "Will you do it?"

He nodded and as she removed her finger, he used a finger, wet from her pussy juice and slowly entered her rear.

She pushed down and started thrusting, anally fucking herself with his finger. 

"Play with your clit," Greg said huskily.

Without any hesitation her hand flew to her mound and started furiously rubbing her erect clit, still fucking herself with his finger in her bum.

"Oh god, yes, I am going to cum!" she cried, her movements becoming more and more animated until she froze, Greg's finger deep inside her and her finger hard against her clit as she orgasmed. 

"Oh my god!" she cried out still short of breath, "that was so amazing. I have never experienced anything like it!"

Greg removed his finger and smiled and looked at her breasts, nipples hard and erect. He looked down at her wet and open pussy, her legs wide apart.

Rachael sat up and looked at Greg with undisguised lust.

"I want you to fuck me, hard and dirty. I want you inside my pussy and then my bum. And I want you now!"

She turned over and knelt on all fours, her beautiful bum in the air.

Greg needed no further encouragement and opened her legs a bit and slowly entered her hot wet pussy and slowly started thrusting in and out. 

"You want me where? Tell me!"

"There and in my bum," she replied through gritted teeth as she met his slow thrusts.

He removed his hard prick and slowly teased her expectant rear entrance.

"You want it here?"

"Yes, please. Oh yes!"

He slid a finger inside her pussy and using the lubrication he rubbed around and then inside her anus. He did this time and time again, opening her and lubricating her rear entrance.

"Greg, please, fuck me!"

Without saying a word he placed his member against her rear hole. It opened a bit and he slowly and carefully entered her. She didn't flinch or cry out as he entered her. Eventually he was in as far as he could go.

He started to withdraw and then enter her again; slowly thrusting and making sure he didn't hurt her.

"Faster!" she demanded.

He slowed down.

"Greg, please, faster. I can't hang on, it's so good, but please go faster!"

He stopped and with his prick deep inside he reached around and stroked her erect nipples, then moved down and stroked her clit.

"Please Greg, fuck me, fuck me hard!"

He slowly started thrusting again as he played with her clit, amazed at the wetness emanating from her pussy and soaking his fingers.

The eroticness and the sensations were building up and he knew he was close to cumming but he desperately wanted to hang on and delay the inevitable. He did all he could but it was no good.

"Rachael I'm going to cum!"

"Me too!" she said hardly able to speak.

He thrust hard into her and emptied himself into her as she bucked against his finger and prick and made it clear she too had cum.

He carefully withdrew himself and lay down; trying to gets his breath back as she lay on her stomach, also trying to catch her breath.

When their breathing returned to normal she looked at him.

"Greg, you are amazing. If you think after today we don't have a future, you must be mad and if I would think for one minute that I could leave you because of your past, I too would need my head examining. What happened in the past stays in the past. OK?" 

"OK," he said smiling at her and kissing her on the fore head. More grateful than she would ever know and with a feeling a massive weight of deception and guilt had been lifted from his shoulders.



A Weekend Away



Chapter One

"I knew this was not going to be any normal weekend, but where the hell are we going?' he thought to himself from his position in the rear seat of the car. When he signed the conduct contract before leaving the city, he knew she would be having him taken to an undisclosed location, but now he was beginning to worry. They had been driving for what seemed like hours on some very windy bumpy roads. The blindfold prohibited him from seeing exactly where he was being taken, but he knew he was no longer anywhere near the city by the condition of the road, and that he had not heard another car pass in what must have been at least half an hour. 

Suddenly he heard gravel under the wheels of Lincoln, and then... finally... they stopped. He knew they had parked either inside a building, or under some kind of cover. The sun that had been providing a hint of light around the edges of his blindfold were now gone. He strained to hear any hint as to where they were, but inside the car everything was now silent. 

Suddenly the door was opened, and he was jerked from inside the car, and landed roughly on his knees, his shackled hands landing in front of him. He could feel the hard dirt where he landed, and the smell of fresh hay and some sort of musky, animal scent. "A barn" he thought. "She has brought me to a barn" But then he realized... Not her barn. He had been to Mistress' barn before for fundraisers and parties, It was concrete, and smelled more like musk oil, and vanilla. Not this old, dusty smell. Before he had time to think on it any longer, he was jerked up from his shackles, and dragged forward. He knew better to ask where he was, or what was going to happen. Although she did not accompany them on the ride from the city, he knew she must be close, and would not want to upset her by talking without permission.

He could hear a door slide open, and then he was thrust forward again, this time landing on a softer surface. Hay... no, straw. It was not the soft feeling of fresh green hay but the rougher cutting feeling of dried, cut straw. The kind you would line a horse stall with. And that is exactly where he has found himself. On the course dry straw of a horse stall. His hands were thrust above his head and attached with a snap to a metal hook, he was then pulled to his feet by this hook. Pulled beyond the normal limits of standing, to balancing on the tips of his shoes. Yes... she had allowed him his clothes still. This again was out of their usual routine of play. And he began to second guess his decision in asking Mistress to take him on as her servant, and to agreeing to this period of total initiation.

Before he could think any further, he heard her voice. Not in the stall with him, but from somewhere outside. 

"I take it your drive down was pleasant?" She asked, but he not to him

"Of course... It's always great to get out of the city, especially this time of year. The fall in the country is great" the man he knew to be the driver of the Lincoln responded, "If there is nothing else rite now, I think I'm going to go to the house and get something to eat..."

"No, nothing rite now. I'll be in later..." She said, and he heard the man retreating from the barn.

　

Without warning, the rope that suspended him was released, and he fell to the ground with a thud... 

"Undress!" The only word spoken to him. "Yes Mistress" 

He quickly kicked off his shoes, freeing himself of his slacks and tie, and undergarments. He soon came to realize, after unbuttoning his shirt that there was no way to remove it with the restraints in place. 

"I can't get my shirt off." He said, but immediately realized his error the minute he felt the leather of her crop hit his now exposed backside.

"Do you dare disobey me already, It looks to be an enjoyable weekend if you are already being defiant." she snapped as her crop landed it's mark one more time...

He knew his fate was sealed. To disobey: Punishable, To speak without direct permission: Punishable. 

He stood silently, hands shackled and positioned over his now erect manhood, awaiting his fate. 

Again, without warning, his hands were pulled painfully above his head, and he found himself, once again, balancing on his toes...

"Yes, this should be a very interesting weekend" She whispered from just behind him, as he felt cold metal brush against his back, and then the rip of material as the back of his shirt was torn in two.

He jerked as he heard the click of her heals on what sounded to be wood, but understood as she slipped her hand around the side of his face, hooking her finger into his mouth, and gently turning his head sideways. 

"You will do as you are told, and to make sure there are no further infractions..." she said as she pushed a ball gag into his mouth, fastening the buckle tightly behind his head. "Pets should be seen, not heard... Not that anyone would hear you so far out here anyway." She said with a lilt in her voice. "Now to get you ready" He flinched as he felt the sharp drag of her nails across his now exposed back. She continued to drag her nails down his back, and across his buttocks, and dig into the soft flesh rite behind his ball sack. The pain she caused him put a bit of a smile to the corner of his lip.

He was not sure what 'getting ready' would include, but he did not have to wait long. Before stepping down from what he assumed was a wooden mounting steps behind him, she reached around his front, clamping something cold and strong to each nipple. The instant sensations of pain, caused him to suck in air quickly from around the gag... " You like that, do you?" She question as she stepped down from the steps. She was now standing in front of him. He could feel her breath on his chest. She was close. Close enough to reach up and attach what he assumed was a weight to the chain that connected the nipple clamps. 

Without warning, she reached out, squeezing his balls hard. He felt her wrap what felt like leather around the shaft of his erect cock, and around his balls. Tightening it as she buckled it in place. The last piece of leather was applied, separating his balls. He could already feel the blood begin to pool, as the flow became restricted. 

And, without warning, she was gone. He heard the sliding shut of the stall door, and a click of the bolt as it locked the door. And there he was left, hanging from his shackled hands as the warm fall afternoon turned to what was to be the beginning of a long cold fall night.

Chapter Two

He wasn't sure how long he had been hanging there when she returned. All he knew is that it had grown cold in the barn, and when she approached him and removed his blindfold, he could see that the night had grown dark. He could see that he was indeed in a barn stall in a rough, old wood barn. Not much else was visible at this point. The only light in the barn was from bare bulbs hanging from the rafters. 

"You missed a wonderful diner." She said as she turned to face him, giving a little tug on the weight attached to the nipple clamp. "I believe it is time to get down to training."

She unwound a rope that was secured by the door, he could now see that it was attached to the rafters above him on a pulley, and then to the shackles that bound his wrists. She gave the pulley a little slack, and he was able to bring his arms down so that he now stood flat footed on the straw floor, and his hands rested just above his shoulders. 

"Now will you be a good little pet if I remove this?" She asked, running her finger over the strap that held the gag in place. He shook his head yes, but knew that if she wanted to have the gag removed, there was a reason. A reason he would soon find out. 

She moved around to the back of him, reaching up to unfasten the buckle that held the gag in place. "Thank you Mistress" He said, once he flexed his jaw a few times and was able to speak.

He saw her moving around to a cupboard he had not previously noticed in the corner of the stall. She removed several items that he was unable to see clearly as her back was turned to him. When she returned to face him, she set a bar and cuffs at his feet and attached it. The bar was a length that kept his feet spread at an uncomfortable distance. But he didn't mind. He was just pleased to be able to stand again. As she moved around to the back of him again, he could not see what she had picked up out of the straw, but he soon found out as the he heard the first swish, and the tip of her riding whip landed on his bare back. As he sucked in a breath, he knew that the sting was not that severe, but he also knew she was just getting started. 

"Thank you Mistress" He stated as he had been taught in his previous sessions with her. And a second pass of the whip landed on his back. With each passing lash, her swing became more accurate, and powerful. It was not long before the sting of the whip became pain, and the pain started to become more unbearable. 

When he thought he was totally unable to bare any more stated, "Thank you Mistress. One more please" The phrase that normally signaled that he was at his limit. She chuckled from behind him. And set three more lashes across his already welted skin. Again he stated their agreed upon phrase. 

She was laughing as she moved around to the front of him. From inside her vest she removed a single sheet of yellow paper. He instantly recognized it at the contract he had signed earlier in the day. 

"There is no 'one more please'." She stated "You signed yourself over to me for the next three days. To use, and I quote, ' To use, trade, or share as seen desirable by your Mistress'." And then he realized why she had removed the gag as she again positioned herself behind him and went to work on his exposed buttocks with her riding whip. He could hear her giggling as his grunts turned into moans and his moans turned into screams. " We have over 70 acres here. Scream all you want, no one will hear."

Just when he thought he would not be able to tolerate any more of her whip, and he began to feel the first trickles of blood from the now seeping welts on his back and buttocks, she stopped. He saw as she returned to the cupboard and replaced the riding whip. She removed a couple bottles of water, and a black bag that appeared to be made of velvet. Setting the bag at his feet, she first opened one bottle of water, taking a few sips, and then pouring the remaining amount over his now welted back. The coolness felt good. She then opened the second and placed it to his lips. Letting him drink. He swallowed the water quickly. " Greedy, aren't we?" She said as she lowered the bottle and dropped it to the ground. "Well, then I have something else to give you."

She replaced the blindfold and then walked to the pulley, lowering the rope even further. He now had full movement of his arms but not for long. Taking the shackles at his wrists, she quickly pulled down until he bent at the waist. Clipping his hands to the bar that separated his feet. He could not see what she was doing, but could hear as she removed something from that bag and rustled around in the straw a bit. He jumped when she lay her hand on his bare ass. "Just a bit jumpy? You are going to need to relax." she said. And then he felt it. The cold tip pressing against him. She would not give him time to 'warm up' to this play and he began to whimper again as she placed one hand on each of his hips and thrust the entire length of the strap on into his exposed ass. 

Chapter 3

The quick and instant pain that shot thru his entire body buckled his legs, and brought him to his knees. Because of the restraints his knees hit the straw covered floor a split second before his shoulder and face. Her strap on ripped from his ass as quickly as it entered. 

"Looks like you liked that" she laughed, His new position left his back side sitting straight up in the air, offered to her with no resistance. " You're ass is just sitting here, begging for more." And with that she stepped down from her mounting box, and began to fuck his ass. As much as he wanted to scream out and beg her to stop. His cock was growing harder with each thrust. Before long he could feel the need to cum, but knew there was not release to be had. 

She finished as quickly as she had begun. Reaching down, she released the clip that kept his hands secured to the bar between his legs. He was too sore, and too afraid to move so he stayed there in his ass up position. She went to her cabinet and removed a large butt plug. Ramming it into is offered ass, she simply said 'sleep well, your training starts in the morning." He didn't move for some time after he heard the sliding bolt on the stall door close. When he did , he fell asleep with a smile on his face and dreamt about what tomorrow would hold.



A Weekend Away



I'd never been to Liverpool before, so when I was told I'd have to go up there on business I figured I'd stay for the weekend and see some of the city. I knew that, after a particularly rough time in the 70s and 80s, the city was being revitalised, and I planned to take in some of the cultural attractions. I'd also made several previous trips to Manchester and, to be blunt, if the quality of available young women was anywhere near as good 30 miles to the west, then I also planned to engage in some somewhat less cultural activities.

I figured I'd need a guide (and quite possibly a a translator!) to the city, and so I messaged Sam, a young Liverpudlian lady I'd gotten to know from several shared online hangouts, but had yet to meet in person. We had arranged to meet on Friday night so that she could show me around a few of the seedier dives. All set for my trip on Friday, I got my head down and plowed through the rest of the week...

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Friday passes slowly in a succession of dull meetings, and I catch myself several times gazing wistfully out of the window at the city skyline. Finally, at 4pm I make my excuses and leave, returning to my hotel to get out of the suit which, beautifully tailored as it is, isn't a particularly true reflection of this aging skater's personality.

I meet Sam later at the trendy (and suitably expensive) Newz Bar near the station. I really wasn't expecting anything beyond some drinks and a fun time with Sam tonight - she is at least 10 years younger than me at around 22 or 23 - but the sight of her in a black, ruched corset top that made the most of her perky breasts, and black and white miniskirt that wrapped her thighs and wondrous, full, high arse makes me smile. I'm fairly sure I won't be taking her back to my hotel room, but there are worse things in the world than spending an evening with a beautiful, vivacious young blonde.

By midnight we're already reasonably hammered, and I am starting to wonder whether it was a good idea for me to try and keep up with a Scouse girl in her early twenties! We are, however, getting along famously, discovering a shared, dry and twisted sense of humour, and deep-seating sexual deviancies. I'm even beginning to think that I may be in with a chance of taking things further... We take a break from dancing and head to the bar, giving me another opportunity to admire Sam's arse as she walks in front of me.

Leaning against the bar, sipping our drinks, I glance over Sam's shoulder, nodding to direct her attention in that direction. Behind us, slowly sipping a long drink through a straw and grinding her hips to the beat is the most perfect little hipster/nerd girl you are ever likely to see - blonde hair with pink and brunette streaks that settle across her eye, a super-tight Rainbow Bright t-shirt stretched across full, round breasts, a cut-off denim miniskirt, legwarmers and zombie print heels. Now Sam is one of those greedy buggers who does not confine her interests to one sex, so I know she'll appreciate what I'm seeing.

"Oo, nice!" she purrs "C'mon!" By the time I've grabbed my drink and followed, Sam has already sidled up to the young girl - who must be all of 19 - and is pouring on the charm. A few beers, a lot of flirting, and some distinctly filthy dancing between Sam and the nerdy chick later, and we're all in a black cab back to my hotel to punish the minibar and room service.

Slipping into the lift carrying two bottles of champagne, I grin as the two girl kiss wildly, tongues twisting around each other, their hands twisted in each other's hair.

We get to my room, and I slide the 'Do Not Disturb' sign over the handle and lock the door. Sam and I have already agreed, in a private moment, that a girl this horny has to stay the night - if not the rest of the weekend - to give us two deviants enough time to properly put that perfect body to full use.

"Sam and I had an argument earlier" I say to her, watching as she gyrates unself-consciously to the music from my iPod. "Oh? What about?" she replies, her pretty face turning towards me, her mouth creasing into a smile that emphasises the steel hoop in the centre of her lower lip.

"About your mouth" I murmour, placing my thumb on the piercing. My voice drops, now lower and throatier. "I think it would look best wrapped around my cock, pressed down to the base, leaking wet drool as I fuck it..." I push my thumb between her bright red lips, twisting it as she sucks. "Whereas Sam thinks it would be better pressed against her pussy, your tongue exploring deep inside her..."

"Mmmmmm" she moans, pulling free of my thumb, tongue flicking out to lick a drop of saliva off the lip ring. "And what did you decide?"

"That we'll try both" sighs Sam, easing in behind her, nuzzling her neck and reaching up to squeeze two handfuls of firm tit through the old school t-shirt. I step forwards, grabbing a fistful of hair and dragging the girl's head back, opening up her neck to Sam's assault and allowing me to kiss her, forcing my tongue deep into her mouth, probing insistently before pulling back.

"But as I'm a gentleman, then I insist that ladies go first!" I turn my head and transfer my mouth to Sam's, enjoying her taste of sweat and champagne. Wrapping a hand under Sam's arse, I lift her easily into the air, feeling her legs wrap around my hips, and carry her to the bed. My hand still wrapped in the young girl's hair, I drag her unceremoniously behind me.

Placing Sam gently on the bed, I pull the girl in front of her. Reaching around her waist from behind, I bend her double, her pretty face now inches above Sam's crotch. The girl takes the hint, eagerly pushing Sam's skirt up and pulling down the pretty pink thong that lies beneath. Her long tongue arches out to lick Sam's soft, pink slit sloooooowly along it's entire length.

Meanwhile, I push the girls denim skirt up to reveal a tiny, black, mesh thong. Taking a firm grip, I pull hard until the fabric gives way, hearing her grunt in surprise as she continues to explore Sam's pussy. Without warning, I force two thick fingers into her compact folds, twisting them cruelly, feeling her tight walls strain against them. 

She squeals in surprise and tries to lift her head, but Sam's hands are now entangled in her hair, holding that delicious young mouth in place as Sam grinds her hips to maximise her own pleasure, her body leaving creased trails in the duvet cover. Sam and I give each other a feral grin, like two wolves about to devour a lamb.

As my fingers twist, stretching the young girls pussy further, rubbing down hard on her front wall, my other hand fumbles with my belt and flies until I drag my cock free from my jeans. Sam's ecstatic moans, and the girl's guttural, muffled pleasure/pain grunts and squeaks echo around the room as I grip my shaft and take aim...

"MMMMPPPFFFGGHH!" The girl screams into Sam's velvety wetness as I bury my entire length into her in one fierce motion. Sam's hands push down harder, pushing the girl's the girl's tongue deeper, arching her back and twisting her head, mouth stretched in a silent, pleasure-filled 'O'. Sam seems to enjoy the extra stimulation of having this perfect young creature moaning inside her brings and, ever the perfect gent, I resolve to help out as much as I can.

Taking a firm grip of the girl's hips, I pause for a moment to appreciate the warm, wet, vice-like grip of her cunt, and then begin a savage assault. Slamming my hips forwards repeatedly, I drive my cock from barely-in to bottomed-out with piston-like rapidity. The girl's grunts and squeals dissolve into one, long, keening, lust-filled, smothered wail. Somewhere in the back of my mind I am grateful for Sam's grip strength, as the true volume of our encounter would likely see us all forcibly ejected form the hotel!

Sweat pours off our three bodies as my biceps bulge, fingers clamping down hard, leaving white marks on the already pale skin of the girl's hips. I watch as she desperately, gamely tries to keep pleasuring Sam's pussy, her face smeared in sticky wetness. Sam's body is arched backwards more than I had thought possible, balanced on her arse and the back of her neck, eyes screwed shut, mouth open in an invisible scream.

The girl's tightness is unrelenting - the immovable object to the irresistible force of my pounding hips. I know I must cum soon, when suddenly a delicious thought hits me.

Sliding my cock free of the girl's tight wetness with a lurid 'sssschluuurp!', I quickly vault onto the bed, straddling Sam's downward thrust arms, pinning them in place. Taking a handhold in her blonde hair, I pull her head up. Her mouth is still twisted open in pleasure, and now shock, forming the most oh-so-inviting bullseye...

Thrusting my hips forwards, I push my length into a different kind of warm wetness - Sam's mouth and throat. Close to orgasm, half-mad with lust, I pin her head in place with my hands and drive my cock into her with wild abandon. 

"Grrrlllghkk!" Sam gags horribly, eye wide in shock as drool erupts out of her pretty lips around my invading cock, coating my thighs and balls. I pump three more times, each eliciting a similarly obscene, sloppy response. Finally my hips buck hard, and I cum deep into her throat, my seed bursting forth in three long, hot pulses.

I collapse down to the bed, spent, hearing Sam drag in a ragged gasp of air and cough. Turning, a wicked smile spreads across my face as I watch the beautiful nerdy girl crawl up the length of Sam's body to gently lap up my spilled seed, cleaning Sam's face with her tongue.

I chuckle to myself, and note that the weekend has barely begun...



A Weekend Away



Along the High Street of Norwich there is a small book shop, not one such as W.H.Smith or Waterstone's, but more of the kind that they used to be when they first started out. It only has a small frontage and caters for the more astute connoisseur of first editions and those hard to find tomes of obscure writers as well as providing the service of finding out of print books.

It was here that Tracey Smith works as a salesperson as well as the arbiter between the two owners that were middle aged and live above the shop. The fact that they are gay didn't faze Tracey in the slightest and these disputes were so trivial that she laughed at them as she tried to resolve their differences.

She constantly brought them down to earth with her home spun philosophy and in spite of their sexual orientation, loved them both. They were good employers and knew their books from A to Z and were most affable to clients who came to the store. It was only when these were missing did they bitch at one another and it amazed Tracey how they had stayed together so long.

It had been somewhat difficult when she had applied for the vacancy of a sales clerk to convince them to hire her. Both had wanted a male clerk and said it quite bluntly, but then she was quick to point out that they would then forever be arguing as to who was going to take him to bed first. So the simplest thing was to employ her and as she was female, give them some credence in the High Street. The logic of her argument was accepted and she had got the job. That was two years ago.

She was a happy vivacious girl of twenty two, brown hair, brown eyes in a pretty face. Five foot six and tended to be a slight thicker round the waist that she had wished, but her bust compensated for this as well as having a nice pair of legs with trim ankles. Having worked there for so long, she was able to discern the nature of the person who came into the shop and she instantly knew whether to turn on her charm or call one of the two owners to deal with them. This was a bonus as far as these two gays concerned with her astuteness and clucked over her like two mother hens with their chick.

Tracey was happy working for these two ageing queens but it had its downside for not many heterosexual men visited the shop, though she did have a boy friend, one Mark Patterson. She had originally come from Lowestoft where work just didn't seem to be available and that was why she was living and working in Norwich. She currently lived in a bed-sit that wasn't really a place to entertain any boyfriends plus the fact that it took half of her earnings just to stay there.

This was to be changed when she finally got to know Diane Gardner. She worked further up the High Street in a Dental surgery as a receptionist, not well paid, but at least it was a steady job as everywhere, jobs were now at a premium. Well those that didn't involve you getting filthy or dishpan hands.

She was a mousey blond of twenty one years of age and not, it must be said, as pretty as Tracey. Her figure was passable only because her bust was slightly more oversize than it should have been for one of her height.

She lived at home with her mother and sister, and it was a serious canker to her. It was only a two bed roomed terraced house and she had to share the double bed in the second bedroom with her sister Margaret and was far better looking and only two years older than Diane who had just had her twenty first birthday. It was Margaret that got the boy friend's and would persist in bringing them home and when mother went to bed, would snog with them on the parlour sofa. This drove Diane mad as she either had to sit there and watch or go to bed on her own.

Many times Margaret had asked her to sleep downstairs on that small sofa so that she could take her current boyfriend to their bed. But Diane stuck to her guns here and suffered all the abuse from Margaret when she refused to have her sister have a man in her bed. Diane wasn't a virgin, but she would be damned if she'd let her sister have fun in her, albeit, shared bed while she slept on the sofa. So all was not well in that household with this being the main problem in Diane's life.

The surgery where she worked didn't officially open till nine in the morning, though she had to be there by eight thirty at the latest, and so would stop at a coffee shop on the High Street every morning to have a bracer as she called it before starting her working day. The bookshop also didn't open till nine, though Tracey only needed to be there at that time, but she too stopped off for coffee some times before getting to the shop.

It was only a nodding acquaintance at the start as they would see each other on most days of the week. Then came the good mornings to one another and before long, they would say a few more words as they queued up to be served. Eventually it got round to the point that they found that they both took lunch at the same time and so started to meet for lunch in a pub just down the road in the High Street. It was convenient for them by being about halfway between their two places of work. So within six months they were on giggling terms as it were over their half pint of beer and a sandwich.

Diane was envious of this new friend Tracey, so friendly and outgoing. Charming and witty and having the poise of independence as well as looking prettier than she was. She was also in awe of her for having the strength of character to move away from home and stand on her own two feet, though Tracey didn't have a good word to say about where she was living at the time. A nightmare, she called it. No male visitors and such like. It played havoc with one's love life she told Diane, who at that time, had only known two boys, and that being of a short duration.

It was Diane's wish that she could move away from home and have her own flat that inspired the idea that she and Tracey should move in together. Tracey herself was fed up with the rules and regulations of her bed-sit and would like to be in a flat where she could come and go as she pleased and entertain her boy friend in style.

'Why don't we move into a flat together. Two bedrooms with a lounge, it would be perfect. With two of us paying the rent it would probably be cheaper than what I'm paying now. How much do you give your mum every week?' she asked. 

'Half of what I get from the surgery,' Diane replied, warming to this idea that Tracey had put on the table. 'Do you think we could do it together?'

'I'm sure of it. There's plenty of vacant flats round the town and I'm sure we could find one that would fit our budget. That is if you are up for it?'

Diane was and told her that she would be delighted if they could do this together. It would mean freedom from her sister's constant nagging about having to share the same bed every night when she should have a man beside her instead of a sister.

So they spent the next week during their lunch hour to visit estate agents that were letting flats. The following week they followed up and began viewing certain properties that fitted their agreed budget. It was during the second week that they found one that was both suitable and affordable and agreed to take it.

For Tracey it was no problem in giving notice to quit her room though it was a different matter for Diane. Her mother didn't want her to leave, no doubt thinking of the money that she was getting from her. But her sister was delighted and it was her who pushed their mother into accepting the fact that Diane was about to fly the nest.

So the very next week, Tracey and Diane signed the lease on this flat that they had chosen. They even splashed out on a taxi to collect both their cases of clothes and such like from both habitats to convey them to their new home. As both the bedrooms were of the same size, it didn't matter which one had which, but it still took them three months to get other things sorted out.

The bathroom was the first problem by it having only one shelf that wasn't big enough to accommodate all that they both needed, so separate racks were bought. The one on the left of the basin was for Tracey and the one on the right was Diane's. It can't be said that they were really arguments but there were problems when it came to cooking their evening dinners. Though they pooled a certain amount of money each into a pot from which came the food money, it was the actual cooking and subsequent washing up that caused some friction. But like everything else, it worked itself out in time, though Diane finished up doing most of the cooking side of things while Tracey did make serious attempts to keep the flat clean and tidy. Well this was in her own interests because it wasn't long before Mark began coming round for dinner once a week.

For this event, Tracey herself helped out in the kitchen to prepare the meal and she'd even bought a bottle of wine for the occasion, though Diane knew that it would be her doing the washing up, though she was surprised about this later in that first evening.

Mark duly arrived with a bottle of wine in each hand and quickly embraced Tracey with a big kiss and much to Diane's surprise, did the same to her.

'So you are Diane, the Goddess of hunting and the moon,' he declared, standing back and looking at her.

'That's Diana you are referring to you moron,' Tracey said taking the bottles from his hands.

'Ooh, I hate educated people,' he said, giving Diane a wink as he followed her into the kitchen. 'Well this is a damn sight better than your bed-sit I must say. You're sure Mrs Roach isn't lurking round the corner?' Mrs Roach having been the owner and landlady of Tracey's old bed-sit. 

'So you're Diane,' he said turning to her. 'Tracey's told me a lot about you and she wasn't lying when she said you were a beauty.' 

He gave her a warm smile and saw that he didn't need to visit her surgery. She blushed at his obvious lie but liked it nonetheless as she took in his light blue eyes that twinkled as he smiled. His mouth was firm as looked his body in the T shirt he was wearing, his legs covered by his jeans, she couldn't judge. He was about five foot eleven and looked as though he would weigh about one hundred and eighty pounds, hair dark but not quite black and cut rather conservatively; not too long and yet not too short. 'She also said that you are into something that's quite oral. What did she mean by that I wonder?'

'Ignore him Diane,' Tracey called out from the kitchen. 'He's just talking dirty.'

'I'm a dental receptionist,' Diane said, returning his smile.

'Well I knew it was something to do with the mouth,' he laughed as he sat himself down on their small sofa. 'What food are you destroying tonight,' he called out to Tracey. 'You should have seen what she did on a two ring gas stove at her last place,' he said in an aside to Diane but loud enough for Tracey to hear.

'You'd be surprised what I can do with a four ring stove now,' came from the kitchen.

'The mind boggles,' Mark laughed at Diane. She had to smile, for it was she who had prepared the meal and it was Tracey who was seeing to the last touches as though she herself had worked hard at producing their dinner.

'Just get up off your arse and come and open the wine. Diane? Can you help bring it out?' 

The small table in the parlour just outside the kitchen had already been laid and was ready with cutlery and glasses, napkins had been added as an extra touch. The kitchen was too small for three people to be in at the same time so a corkscrew and bottle was thrust into Mark's hands and then propelled out to open it by the table. Diane actually saw to the dishing out of the food onto plates for Tracey to carry through to the table. The meal itself was simple by being just a beef stew followed by a crème caramel before cheese and biscuits. Coffee came later with a small bottle of brandy put on the table plus an ashtray because Mark was a smoker.

'That was a delightful meal,' Mark said as he sat back to light up a cigarette when the eating was finished and Tracey poured out coffee for them. Diane poured out small measures of brandy for each of them. 'I must compliment you Diane.'

'It was Tracey's dinner,' she observed.

'Nonsense! I've eaten Tracey's stews before, remember, and I could tell that this was a different hand that concocted this beautiful repast,' and he picked up Diane's hand and kissed it.

'God, what a Romeo!' Tracey cried out in mock horror to Diane. 'I'm surprised he hasn't gone down and kissed your feet.'

'That I would probably have done if you weren't here,' he flung back with a smile to take the sting out of the words. They finished their coffee and brandy and Diane got up and started to clear the table. 'Let me help you,' Mark said rising from his seat.

'My God! This is a first! Tracey exclaimed.

'It's the least I can do after such a wonderful meal,' he said as he winked at Diane which made her blush again. But he was brushed aside and told to go and sit down, and Tracey and Diane washed up and put the things away before returning to the parlour. Knowing that the other two would rather sit together, Diane went and sat in the arm chair as Mark poured out some more glasses of wine from the second bottle and settled himself down on the sofa next to Tracey who put her arm through his. He's mine, was the message that this gesture conveyed to Diane who had no thoughts of trying to steal him away from Tracey, and yet she still felt a twinge of jealousy that she had a man and she didn't.

'Tracey has spoken quite often of you since we moved in three weeks ago,' Diane said. 'She spoke a lot but never said anything, if you know what I mean. Like how handsome you are,' smiling because she knew this would cause some comment, and it did in the form of a snort from Tracey.

'Well I'm not sure what she has told you, but I agree with the handsome bit.' This brought him a slap from Tracey but with a smile. 'I work for my father who owns a printing works here in Norwich. I live at home and I enjoy the company of Tracey very much. That's it I'm afraid.'

'Well I've heard of a potted history, but that wouldn't fill an egg cup,' Diane said.

'What about yours then?' he countered.

'Much the same. I do wish sometimes that something exciting could happen,' Diane replied.

'Not much chance of that in Norwich,' he observed drily.

They talked a bit more as they finished their wine and Diane then caught Tracey's signal. It was more a movement of the head that was directed towards her bedroom and Diane picked up the hint that she was being asked to leave them alone in the parlour. Shades of home thought Diane. But at least she had her own room to go to and didn't have to share it while her sister, though in this case, Tracey could have what sexual fun she wanted in the parlour or her own room.

So with an elaborate yawn that didn't fool any of them, Diane got up from the chair and said that she was going to bed. She said goodnight to Mark and said that she hoped she would see him again soon before leaving the two of them alone in the parlour. 

'I thought she was going to sit there all night,' Tracey said as she went into Mark's arms for a kiss.

'So did I,' he said between kisses as his hand went up under her jumper and found the bare breast that he had been seeking. Their kissing was on the frantic side for not having seen each other for nearly a week. His hand squeezing that full breast, bringing the nipple erect under his palm and made him let go of her so that he could pull the jumper right off of her. Tracey had no objections and lifted her arms to help him pull it over her head and then cradle his head as he sucked upon one of the erect nipples.

They kissed and petted each other, her stroking him on the outside of his jeans until he couldn't take any more before dragging her up from the sofa and letting her guide him into the bedroom that was hers. There they undressed quickly and got onto the bed and were soon coupled and made quite some noise in their lovemaking. This was made quite apparent by the banging of the headboard of the bed against the wall that adjoined Diane's bedroom as she lay on her own bed and cried.

It was the morning after Mark's third weekly night stop over that Diane gave vent to her feelings and spoke to Tracey. She stormed on about how that Tracey had a man while she went without by blatantly advertising the fact by having her head board constantly banging on her wall to make the point. Tracey was instantly contrite and apologised and said that it wouldn't happen again and indeed it didn't, but it was no consolation to Diane until Timothy came upon the scene.

Timothy was a lifelong friend of Mark, having gone to school together and they only lived a few doors away from each other. Tracey had told Mark of how it appeared, to her at least, that Diane was becoming really sexually frustrated at his visits and it was getting her down. So Mark suggested that he bring round Timothy to see if sparks could be made to kindle a little fire in Diane.

'Let's make something special tonight,' Tracey had said, the next time they were expecting Mark to come round for dinner.

'Why?' asked Diane.

'Mark's bringing a friend of his round this evening.'

'I see. A blind date.'

'No! It's not like that,' but she saw the look on Diane's face and had to give a sheepish smile. 'Well, let's say, half blind,' as she laughed. 'You don't have to like him if you don't want to. You're my friend and Timothy is Mark's, so what's wrong with us having dinner together. Just give it a chance Diane,' she said taking her hands in hers. 'You've been somewhat unhappy ever since Mark started coming round. You haven't been thinking of him have you?'

'Of course not! He's your fella.'

'So you'll give this Timothy a chance eh?'

'Will he be as wimpish as his name?' Diane asked somewhat sulkily.

'How the hell do I know? Timothy Dalton isn't a wimp is he? You wouldn't have minded being under him in one of those Bond films would you?'

'No, but...'

'No buts. He's coming to dinner, so let him see how well you can cook. Then it's up to you. If you don't like him, fine by me, but at least I've tried.' That closed the possible argument that could have ensued, but Diane acquiesced and set about preparing the dinner. Tracy did her part, somewhat offhandedly by cleaning some of the vegetables before leaving the kitchen to see to the table. 

On time for a change, the doorbell rang and Tracey let in Mark and Timothy, getting a kiss from both and was pleased to see that Mark had obeyed her instructions by bringing four bottles of wine this time. On receiving the tentative kiss on the cheek from Timothy, Diane then had second thoughts if she was doing the right thing by accepting Mark's word that he was a fine young upstanding man. Maybe too upstanding for her shrinking violet that Diane was, was the thought that ran through her mind. But she didn't let these thoughts show as she welcomed him into their home and was glad to notice that they had stopped off for a drink before coming. Dutch courage she presumed on Timothy's part and silently thanked Mark for that. For she was unhappy that Diane was unhappy and hoped that the two would hit it off together. They did seem to be like two peas in a pod in their inherent shyness and resolved that she had to do her best to bring him out of his shell.

'Well Timothy, or is it Tim? Which do you preferred to be called?' Tracey asked as she ushered him into the parlour.

'It doesn't really matter. I've been called so many different names in the past that I don't care any longer,' he replied in a shy voice. Tracey shot a sharp glance at Mark who turned away as if not hearing the last comment.

'He's not gay is he?' Tracey whispered fiercely to Mark as they entered the parlour.

'I wouldn't know,' he replied. 'I've never asked him, but I think the answer's no. But then, considering some of the dogs he's been out with might have turned him off women,' he laughed and got a slap from Tracey for that.




A Weekend Away



Mark entered the parlour followed by Diane and Timothy.

'Diane. Here's Timothy. Timothy, meet Diane.'

'Pleased to meet you,' Diane said a little shyly, holding out her hand which Timothy shook.

'I'm pleased to meet you too,' he replied, brightening up. 'Mark wasn't wrong when he said you were very good looking.' Diane blushed at this and let go of his hand, inviting him to sit down of the sofa. This he did and she went and sat in the arm chair.

'Silly bitch,' Tracey muttered aside to Mark. 'Open a bottle of wine and take the glasses in. When I call her out into the kitchen, sit in that chair to make her sit of the sofa.'

'Okay,' he said and went with her into the kitchen where he opened a bottle and poured out four glasses of wine and as he carried two through to the parlour, Tracey called out for Diane to collect the other two while she brought in a tray of nibbles. 

She did as she was told and collected the other two glasses as Tracey left the kitchen and placed the tray on the coffee table and went and sat down on Mark's lap leaving Diane no alternative but to sit next to Timothy after handing one of the glasses to Tracey.

'Cheers,' said Tracey, lifting her glass and touching it to that of Mark's and Timothy tilted his towards Diane's. As their glasses touched with the gentle chime, he smiled at her and asked her where she worked and listened as though it was the most fascinating subject he'd heard in years. His smile, like Mark's, also showed that he wouldn't have cause to visit the place where she worked for years to come. He then had to tell her that he worked in a bank that was almost at the opposite end of the High Street which was possibly why their paths hadn't crossed before. During this telling, Tracey got up and refilled the glasses so that Diane had to sit there and talk to him, and seemed to get on quite well in spite of her earlier qualms.

They had deemed it safer to have the beef stew again to find out Timothy's tastes before being more daring in what to serve up. With it simmering in the oven, it gave them time to get acquainted properly before sitting down to the meal where another two bottles of wine were opened. Timothy enjoyed the stew and the fruit compote that followed before the cheese and biscuits and the inevitable brandy to go with the coffee.

Here Tracey was rather heavy handed in pouring out the brandy and in consequence, all were rather mellow when the dinner was over. Mark quickly took over the arm chair when they left the table and Timothy insisted that he help with the dishes so Tracey left the two of them alone in the kitchen while she sat on Mark's lap for a kiss and cuddle.

Before Diane had a chance to sit down when she'd finished, Tracey pulled her to one side and back into the kitchen.

'Well? What do you think of him?' she asked breathlessly. 'I think he's gorgeous and if I wasn't with Mark I might have made a pass at him myself.'

'I think he's very nice,' Diane replied cautiously.

'That's not what I'm asking and you know it. Would you go to bed with him if he wanted to?'

'I don't know if he wants to,' Diane said lamely.

'Oh for Christ's sake Diane! You're as horny as he is if you would but admit it. Look, this is what turns them on,' and she quickly lifted up her sweater to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra. 'Once they get their hands on these there's no stopping them.' She dropped her sweater and began to push Diane out of the kitchen. 'Now go to your bedroom and take yours off.'

Diane had no choice because not only was she propelled out of the kitchen but all the way to the parlour door which led out into the hall and the bedrooms and bathroom. She went into her room and with her face still feeling red took her blouse off and unhooked her bra. She stood for a moment into of the mirror and gave her breasts a critical look over and decided that they were indeed a fine pair and she shouldn't really be ashamed of them. While in there, she decided to wear a different blouse that was of a finer texture and then blushed again when she looked in the mirror again because she could see that her nipples showed through the material if one looked closely. 

She went back into the parlour a little self conscious at feeling their eyes on her as indeed they were, as she went and sat down next to Timothy and accepted another drink from Tracey.

'You've changed your blouse,' was the first comment from Timothy.

'Er, yes. I, er, got a spot of grease on the other one,' she stammered.

'Well this one looks even lovelier than the last one,' he said, his eyes clearly looking at her breasts and she was sure he could now see that she wasn't wearing a bra. To cover her embarrassment, held her glass up to her lips with both hands to cover her breasts for she could feel that her nipples had come erect under his direct gaze.

'Well I must thank you both for such a wonderful dinner,' he said as he leaned back into the sofa.

'Don't thank me,' Tracey said from Mark's lap. 'That was all Diane's doing.'

'Well Diane, I'd never would have believed someone could outcook my mother. It was perfect,' and he took her hand and kissed it, his eyes going up and down as he looked first at her eyes and then her breasts before gazing into her eyes again.

'Well thank you sir,' she blushed. 'You must come again some time.'

'Of that you can be sure.'

'Her breakfast's are a treat too,' Mark said, putting his oar in that caused Diane a little bit of confusion. 'If I didn't have other distractions, it would be the best reason for staying the night.'

'Ooh, you crass bugger!' Diane exclaimed giving him a slap and then a kiss. 'But I like you. So much so that you can take me to bed and tell me that I'm better than Diane's breakfast.'

'Gladly,' he said, heaving himself up from the chair, almost dumping Tracey on the floor as he did so. 'See you in the morning. Possibly,' he added with a grin as he led Tracey out of the parlour, closing the door behind them.

'That was somewhat embarrassing and so I must apologise for him,' Timothy said as he looked at Diane.

'No, you're the guest. It is I who should apologise for Tracey's behaviour,' she said a little too demurely that belied the thumping of heart beneath that thin blouse. 'Besides, will you be staying for breakfast?' she asked in a small voice.

'If I'm invited to,' he said in an equally small voice, his eyes looking into hers to seek the answer and wanting it to be so. He moved closer to her and took her into his arms and kissed her. 

She let herself go limp under those lovely lips that were now welded to hers as they slightly parted so that tongues could touch. Her head began to swirl and now felt a warm glow begin in her lower stomach and felt overjoyed at not having felt this way for such a long time. She had no objection when his hand covered her breast and gently squeezed it. Nor when the fingers of that hand began to undo the few buttons that held the front together. 

Then she felt his hand in and upon her flesh and she kissed him even more fiercely as that glow began to rise and get hotter. She even helped him take off the blouse so that he could see her properly and his admiring gaze was enough to make her draw his head down to kiss and suck on her stiff and aching nipples. Her hand wasn't idle either, trailing down from his shoulder and across his back to finish up down at his crotch. 

There she found he was hard and knew that he wanted her as much as she wanted him, and so, with great reluctance, they breathlessly parted and went out and down the hall to her bedroom.

Diane had deliberately moved her bed close to the wall and had the satisfaction of having her bed now pound that same wall as Timothy showed Diane and Tracey that he wasn't gay as he made love to that willing young girl beneath him.

Breakfast was fun now that the ice had been broken and the sexual jokes kept coming up to much laughter now that all were at ease with one another. There also wasn't any embarrassment as they kissed goodbye with a fondling of breasts as Mark and Timothy departed at the door to the flat before going off to work. With the men gone, the two girls went back to the table for another cup of coffee before they too had to think of getting ready for work.

'Well? What was he like?' Tracey asked, eyes wide and agog, waiting to hear of all the little details of Diane's lovemaking with Timothy.

'He was a gentleman,' said Diane, her eyes all misty.

'You mean he used his elbows instead of laying completely on top of you?'

'That too,' she sighed in the same voice. 'But then, why should I tell you,' she said, straightening up, 'you never told me about Mark?'

'Well that was different. I didn't want to upset you. But now, we can tear them to pieces can't we?' Tracey giggled, and so they did.

At first, it was once a week that Mark and Timothy visited the girl's flat, made love and stayed the night. Then it became two nights a week and looked as if things might become really serious which neither of them wanted. The men sowed their oats and the girls had no objections to having their fields ploughed for this purpose. The men were becoming besotted with the girls and even gave up their annual camping holiday to be with them. Their holiday usually was to go tenting and then see how many birds they could pull during that fortnight as they went from camp to camp.

The summer season had come and had almost gone when Mark came up with the idea that all four of them should go for a weekend's camping out among the dunes.

'It'll be great. Just the four of us in the wilderness of the desert sands.'

'In Norfolk?' laughed Tracey.

'Well not desert, but just off the beach somewhere,' Mark laughed. 'I know just the place. There's miles and miles of empty beach and plenty of sand dunes for us to hide away in.'

'But the place would be crawling with kids,' Timothy put in.

'Not if we went that first weekend when they have all just gone back to school. Let's face it. The parents have had to suffer the kids for six weeks plus weekends on the beaches. They will definitely not be taking the children out on that first week back to school.'

'He's got a point there,' said Diane, and so it was agreed that they would have this first weekend of September to go camping, which would be in two weeks time. This didn't stop the boys from being at the flat for two nights of each of those two weeks before that promised weekend.

It had been decided that they would leave as soon as possible after work on the Friday and stay out in the dunes till Monday morning, though getting up early for all to get back to work. The place where Mark had decided upon was only just over an hour away from Norwich and so this was the time schedule they agreed upon.

The boys would see that Mark's Range Rover was packed up and ready with all the equipment and goodies but asked if the girls would fix up a cold collation for their first night. This would be easier than getting out all the cooking equipment which could be left till the morning when it came time for breakfast.

The girls got quite excited as the Friday approached and got in a chicken that they cooked and salads and things. They even forsook the pub on that Friday to cook this chicken and prepare everything for the cold supper and hoped that the fine weather would hold over the weekend.

'I think I'll even sun bathe naked,' Tracey declared. 'Do you think that would shock Timothy?'

'I doubt it. When you've seen one, you've seen them all,' Diane answered.

'Not when it comes to men's tackle,' Tracey giggled. 'Some are bigger than others.'

'Have you seen Timothy's then?' Diane asked.

'No.'

'Well I've often wondered how they would compare, and I don't mean just in size.'

'Diane! I'm shocked. Are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?'

'Well haven't you ever thought about it?'

'Yes,' she giggled, 'but I didn't think you would even consider it.'

'Well I bet they have.'

'Men being what they are, you're probably right. Would you do that?'

'If you agreed, I wouldn't say no.'

'And there's me thinking you were the shrinking violet,' Tracey replied and then they giggled together about whether the men would actually agree to this proposal. They finished getting the meal together all wrapped up in tin foil with paper plates and the like before going back off to work for the afternoon.

They were back by five thirty to pack the smallest of bikini's they could find and some towels. They would travel in the clothes they were wearing as they didn't think they would be wearing much after that first night in a tent. Just before six, Mark and Timothy turned up wearing slacks and shirts and only sandals on their feet.

'I forgot the toilet paper. Have you got a couple of rolls? If not, we'll have to stop and buy some.' But this wasn't a problem and soon the boys packed the little the girls had in the back of the vehicle. The roof rack was piled high with what was the tent and other bits and pieces that they felt would be needed. The back part filled with cartons and insulated boxes that contained enough food for a week Mark explained.

Tracey sat up front as Mark was going to be the driver and Diane and Timothy got into the high back seats. At a quarter past six they set off to find the road towards Great Yarmouth, due east. About halfway from Norwich, he turned off to the left and took a secondary road that led towards the deserted section of beaches that line that part of the coast. It wasn't long before he made another turn to follow a dirt track that led down to the sands. Here was a wide open stretch of beach that went for miles and he engaged the four wheel drive and drove merrily along without them seeing a single soul. He suddenly turned off the beach and began driving in and out of the sand dunes, some of them much higher than the Rover and eventually stopped in quite a large space between four of them.

The sun was still shining, though it was now getting lower on the horizon and he parked the vehicle so that it was on the north side of this sandy space. He explained that the wind mostly came in off the sea from the east and that would protect them if the wind veered round to come from the north.

It was evident that the boys had been camping before because they swung into action as soon as the Rover had stopped. The girls could only stand and watch as Mark went up onto the roof and undid the ropes there to heave the great big roll of canvas down onto the sand plus other odd bags which held ropes and pegs. Timothy had taken a rake out of the car and was smoothing a stretch of sand for where the tent would be pitched.

The big bundle was unrolled to reveal many small pieces of aluminium tubing which were quickly and expertly put together to make longer poles. There were two uprights for each end and one long one to go across to join them together. Then came two curved bits that fitted onto the two uprights and when the centre piece was joined, these uprights were rammed down into the sand. Then came some ropes that had special clips at one end which fitted to the uprights and the loose end being pegged to the ground to hold those fragile looking poles upright and make the whole thing fairly rigid.

These clips made sure that the top surface of the rails were quite smooth and not snag or tear the covering sheet that was then draped over this framework. All along the edges of the tent were loop holes where pegs, large ones because of the depth of the loose sand, were put and hammered down by a mallet. So we now had the main tent up over bare sand that had been smoothed out by Timothy. Next was the ground sheet part which was noticed to have two zippers fitted and then it was revealed that the inner lining of the tent had the corresponding attachments fitted inside. They started at the back end by fitting the two zips together and then zipped the whole thing to the sides of the tent, drawing the groundsheet with them towards the front as they did so. It was now completely waterproof inside except for the entrance flap, and this could be zipped up if needed, though it would make a step. You could actually fill the whole thing with water and have a small swimming pool it was that effective though it would have only been four inches deep.

The girls were amazed at this expertise as it had taken them just under thirty minutes to have it all up and ready and look as if it could withstand a North Sea storm. But it was their turn now to start getting supper ready as the light was now beginning to fade and Mark fixed up a gas hurricane lamp and showed them what they had stored in the boxes and cartons in the back of the Range Rover. With the tail gate down, he dragged each box forward and showed them of all the food they had brought, fishing out two bottles of wine which Timothy uncorked as they inspected the rest.

'You've got enough food here for a week,' Tracey exclaimed. 'What's in this container?' she asked as she undid the clips.

'Ice cubes,' he declared as he took a bag out and emptied the contents into an ice bucket and then put a bottle of wine in it.

'I don't believe it,' gasped Diane as she laughed. 'What's in this one then?' she asked as she indicated the other container.

'This,' said Mark as he undid the clips, 'contains our frozen food. Steaks for tomorrow and a lobster for Sunday,' as the girls peered into the box. The contents were partially obscured by the rising mist that came out of the open box.

'What's with the smoke?' Diane asked.

'Ah. That's the dry ice,' he said, picking up a pair of heavy working man's gloves and putting them on. 'This is an ice that is made from carbon dioxide. It expels all oxygen and keeps food fresh forever, well as long as the ice lasts. But,' and he reached into the smoky gas and pulled out a piece that looked just like what it was, a piece of ice. 'This is lethal. That's why I'm wearing gloves. It's so cold that if you were to touch it with your bare hands, it would stick like glue and burn the skin off, so if you do need to get anything out of this box, put these gloves on first. That is a must! We won't need the steaks till tomorrow so they can stay in there till the morning. By dinner time they will have thawed out,' he said as he closed the lid and fixed down the clips. 'There's about twenty gallons of water in these five containers. More than enough for what we will need so root around tomorrow to get some ideas for our meals.'

'I saw Timothy with a rake which was obvious why, but what's with the spade?' Tracey asked pointing to it.

'Do you remember me asking about the toilet rolls?' he asked and when she nodded, went on to explain. 'This is for your toilet. There aren't any cubicles out here so you take this spade, dig a small hole, do your business and then fill the hole with sand.'

'Oh,' said Tracey, her face going red. 'I never thought about that side of camping.'

'Well you know now. So, what have you done for supper for us tonight,' he asked.

While they had been talking at the back of the car, Timothy had been transferring bundles from the car into the tent and had finished as the question had been asked.

'Do you mind if we get changed out of our travelling clothes first?' Tracey asked. 'We've still got to go home in them and we don't want to sit on wet sand in them.'

'No problem,' he said, 'we'll wait until you're ready.'

'I'll get a fire going,' Timothy said and went off to forage for wood as Diane and Tracey got out their small travelling cases and went into the erected tent.

'It's bigger than I thought,' Diane said as they got inside. The roof was high enough for both of them to stand up in and they looked round to see that there were only blankets strewn across the floor.

'No sheets?' Diane exclaimed.




A Weekend Away



'I think we're supposed to rough it when camping,' Tracey said with a laugh, starting to take her clothes off. This was the first time that Diane had seen Tracey become naked in all the time they had lived in the flat together. She felt a slight embarrassment at this unselfconscious display of the bodily charms that Tracey displayed. Her breasts were high and full and made her waist appear even thinner than it was. Her legs were finely shaped and had nice ankles and overall was much better looking that Diane who now felt embarrassed about letting Tracey see how much more ungainly she was.

If Tracey noticed, she didn't say anything and took it for granted that they would be seeing more of each other over the weekend as she brought out her wispy bikini and began to put it on.

'I don't know why I'm really bothering to put this on for he's going to tear it off me as soon as we get back in here tonight.'

'Oh. I've just realised that we'll all be sleeping together,' Diane said as she hooked her breasts up inside her bikini top and made them sit comfortable. 'At least there's no headboard to bang against the wall,' she giggled that made Tracey join in.

'If we do swap sometime, then I'll be able to see just what Mark's arse looks like when he's humping me,' she laughed and then they both laughed and hugged each other before composing themselves to go out into the evening as the light had now faded from the skies.

While they had been in the tent, both the boys had taken off their trousers and shirts and now only wearing a pair of shorts each. A small hole had been dug in the sand and they were now sitting cross legged before a fire of driftwood that Timothy had scavenged.

'Wow! Don't they look beautiful,' Timothy exclaimed as they came into the light thrown from the gas lamp.

'I feel overdressed,' Mark said as he grinned.

'Well you can take them off later. After supper as I'd prefer not to be sick before I've eaten,' retorted Tracey.

'Well if we were having sausages, I would rather they did so that we could compare them,' Diane said going off into giggles again which Tracey joined in and they fell in a heap opposite the two men who either failed to see the joke or chose to ignore it.

'Piss takers,' Mark growled, 'talking of which, would you like your wine now?' The girls sobered up and accepted the proffered glasses and drank as the paper plates were passed around before the big box went the rounds, each taking a leg or a piece of breast plus other bits of food from the box before passing it on. So with fingers only, they ate their supper, the box going round for the second time as they ate and drank, another bottle having to be opened.

They laughed and talked as they ate and drank sitting round the fire and Diane had never felt so happy in all her life at this moment in time. She had a regular man with whom she was happy enough to have sex with and inside her belly was a growing fire that she might, just might, that night, have Mark too. Tracey too was having the same feelings as Diane and that she would ensure that they swapped and she could then make notes of the difference between the two men that sat there before her.

The night air was quite warm where they were in amongst the dunes. They were shielded from the cool wind that was coming off the sea and the sand around them was still giving off the heat that it had absorbed from the sun during the day.

'I must say it's rather warm in this room tonight, don't you think?' Tracey asked, and then put her hands up behind her back and unclipped her bikini top and shook her shoulders to free it from her breasts which positively glowed in the firelight. 'That's better,' she said with a smile. There was a moment of stunned silence before it was broken by Timothy.

'Damn! I forgot to get any water melons.' This made them all laugh and he got a slap from across the fire by Tracey, her breasts heaving nicely to her body movements which was the reason for the sweat breaking out on the two men's foreheads. 

'I could sit all night and look at those delicious pair of fruits before my eyes,' Timothy said, his mouth almost hanging open and very nearly drooling.

'What's wrong with these then,' exclaimed Diane, fired up by Tracey's action and hating to see Timothy drool over Tracey's instead of hers. She didn't bother with the back strap but pulled her top straight up from her breasts and over her head and then sat looking at the two men most defiantly as her two orbs quivered and glistened in the light.

'I'm in heaven,' Mark groaned as he rolled his eyes and fell backward in a mock faint.

'Me too,' said Timothy and fell over with Mark and both laughed and hugged each other.

'I told you they were queer,' said Tracey in a loud voice. 'Look at them cuddle each other.' This soon made them stop and sit up. 'Oh look! He's got a hard on,' she said, pointing at Mark's crotch. 'Now who's that for? You Diane? Me? Or the man he was just cuddling?' The girls then broke up into laughter and held each other and the men could only gawp at the two pair of breasts wobble and shake as they laughed.

'Yes. I've got a hard on and it's not for Timothy,' Mark said somewhat indignantly.

'Show us then,' Diane spluttered out as they still carried on laughing. That was like shaking a red rag to a bull as far as Mark was concerned and got up, pulling his shorts down as he did so to let them see what he had hidden inside his shorts.

'I'm sure Timothy's got one the same,' Mark cried, egging Timothy to get and reveal himself. He was as ready as Mark and was quickly standing to show them what he sported between his legs, and the men stood there defiantly on the other side of the fire showing the women their manhood.

'What didn't we have for dinner?' gurgled Tracey.

'Sausages!' Diane spluttered out as they both rolled over and curled themselves up into balls as they howled with laughter.

'Bloody women,' Mark growled moving round the fire scattering the paper plates as he moved and grabbed Tracey's arm. 'Come on woman. It's time you saw who was boss,' as he began to drag her towards the tent. She was still laughing as she scrabbled on her knees before finally getting to her feet just before the entrance to the tent. Then Mark smartly whipped down her bikini bottoms and gave her arse a smack that tumbled her inside to more shrieks of laughter.

Diane, still laughing, looked across the fire at Timothy and the laughter began to die as she saw the desire in his eyes as well as his face. She didn't have to look lower for she knew that what was there was for her that night. She held out her hand and he came round the fire and took it and helped her up. Then with her other hand, she took hold of his manhood and led the way to the tent where they disappeared inside.

Nobody had bothered to turn off the gas lamp outside and Diane could see in the dim light, Mark's backside as it moved up and down as he saw to both his and Tracey's needs. She quickly fell down to the blankets, pulling Timothy down and then gave out a groan of pleasure as he entered her and she had to suppress a laugh at the thought of the two men's backsides going up and down in unison.

There were little yelps and screams coming from Mark and Tracey to be followed by grunts before Mark was satisfied and then it was the turn of Diane and Timothy who made about as much noise with the same grunting and explosion of breath as Timothy came inside her.

There was a lot of heavy breathing as the four bodies lay on their backs and the temperature had risen quite high in the tent from their body heat and exertions over the past few minutes. They lay like this for quite some time, with them not knowing that both couples were lying there holding hands to remain in contact as it were as if they were afraid the other might suddenly disappear in the night.

As it happened, both men had rolled in the opposite directions so that they were now on the outside of the two girls, and Tracey rolled her head and looked into the eyes of Diane.

'That was good. How was it for you?'

'Aren't the men supposed to ask that question,' Diane replied which set them off laughing again.

'No seriously. I ask that because I was wondering if you still would do the swap, you know, have a chance of seeing if they are any different.' They were speaking quietly now as they held each other's hand. 'Only a swap mind you. We don't want to start fighting over a silly thing like a man.'

'What man's worth fighting for?' Diane asked with a low laugh. 'How do we say it to them?'

'We don't tell them. Let's just go out for a pee or whatever, and then change places here in the tent.'

'Won't they be able to tell the difference?'

'They're men. Any port in a storm is good enough for them. We might even be able to change places back again before they found out. That'd be a laugh on them then.' 

'Let's do it then and we can turn that bloody lantern out at the same time,' Diane said, disengaging her hand from that of Timothy and crawled out of the tent naked and had a mighty stretch and suddenly realised that she was out in the open air without a stitch of clothing on and it made her feel wonderfully free. Then Tracey came out of the tent and did almost the same as Diane and then they just stood and looked at each other and impulsively reached out and held each other's hands.

'You look really lovely in the moonlight,' Tracey said softly to Diane.

'So do you,' Diane replied and without being able to explain why, she moved in closer so that their breasts touched and then they kissed each other, their arms going round each other.

'Why haven't we done this before,' Tracey breathed into Diane's ear after they had kissed.

'Because we've got two men to see to our needs, but if we hadn't.....' She left the sentence unfinished and they broke apart self-consciously and Tracey went and doused the lantern. Diane let Tracey go into the tent first and saw that she went and lay down next to Timothy so she went and lay next to Mark. Her heart was beating fast and her body was almost rigid as she lay there waiting for him to move and then, with hope, cover her with his body and then she would find out the difference between the two of them.

Diane lay there for an hour as the two men gently snored and felt somewhat let down that here she was with Mark and all he could do was snore. Maybe she was supposed to start it and so she pulled his hand up and placed it on one of her breasts and squeezed his hand so that his fingers did the same to her breast. She felt her heart leap up into her throat as she felt him start to come awake and begin to knead her breast on his own. Then his face turned to hers and she felt him kiss her on the cheek as he roused himself up onto an elbow.

He clumsily kissed her as he moved his body across hers and felt that he was up and ready and got a vicarious thrill as he entered and took her there for the first time in that tent on the assumption that he was with Tracey. She revelled in the fact that he was making love to her and she felt her body respond and gave herself up to the pleasure of being pleasured again for the second time that night. She didn't orgasm, but was still thrilled at having this man inside her and accepting his seed as he came. Then it was with much grunting that he rolled off and only really came awake when Timothy cried out.

'What the hell? Tracey?'

'What?' from Mark, coming awake now. 'Tracey?' and his hand ran down the side of Diane's face and down and over her breasts.

'Oh bloody hell,' Tracey exploded. 'We got in the wrong side of the tent Diane!' Diane couldn't help but explode with laughter.

'It bloody well looks like it. Timothy! What on earth are you doing on top of Tracey?' she shouted.

'I thought it was you,' was his plaintive reply as his body shook in his coming inside Tracey. 'Oh Christ, I've just come, I'm sorry.'

'I'm not,' said Tracey softly as he pulled out of her and rolled onto his side.

'What do we do now?' he asked.

'Change places again I suppose,' said Tracey. 'For I know what will mollify Mark,' as she crawled over Diane to get next to Mark and let Diane shuffle her body across the blanket to be next to Timothy again.

'If I didn't know better,' Mark said, 'I would think that this was deliberate.'

'Oh shut up and lie back,' Tracey said, and in the gloom of the tent, Diane saw that Tracey had moved down Mark's body until her head was just around his stomach area. It was when Mark gave out a groan, she knew exactly what Tracey was doing to take his mind off what had just occurred. She was now nestled up against Timothy and put her hand down and found that he was still hard and so took a leaf out of Tracey's book and moved down to do the same to Timothy.

Dawn came around seven o'clock and it was the movement of Tracey that woke Diane up. Well it was more the movement of Mark that woke her as he lay on top of Tracey to do what men like to do first thing in the morning. She nudged Timothy awake and soon she was having him again on the rough blankets inside the tent.

Neither Tracey or Diane bothered to put on their bikini's as they emerged from the tent, leaving the two men to gasp and try and regain their strength before leaving the tent. Tracey got the spade from the car and a toilet roll and the pair of them went off behind the dunes to dig two holes. The men were still in the tent when they returned and poured out some water to wash their hands and attended to their bodies before getting the primus double stove out to start on preparing the breakfast.

The men eventually came out of the tent with sheepish grins as they looked at the two naked girls before taking the spade and toilet paper to go and see to their own toilet. They washed themselves when they got back and used the last of the water to shave themselves as the tantalising smell of bacon reached their nostrils. They grinned at each other and slapped each other's back and laughed at what had happened in the middle of the night and quickly went and sat down to devour all that was put on their plates.

There were burps as they began to digest their meal as they drank their coffee and Mark lit up a cigarette. Diane and Tracey got up and put the plates in a bowl and waited for the water to half boil for them to wash their utensils. They were squatting by the stove where the pot of water still hadn't started to bubble yet and the coffee pot gave out a small spout of steam when they were interrupted.

'That coffee sure smells good,' came a strange voice and two men suddenly came round from one of the dunes. Both Diane and Tracey let out a shriek and ran into the tent as Mark and Timothy sat up as the men came close to the stove.

'Can you spare a couple of cups, friend,' the biggest of the two asked as he squatted down by the small stove. He was of an age about the same as Mark and of a similar build. He was barefooted, his trainers hanging by their laces from the backpack he wore over his shoulders. He was wearing shorts and T shirt and hadn't shaved for a couple of days by the look of it. His companion was attired the same and he too squatted down and looked expectantly at the coffee pot.

'Sure. Help yourself,' Mark replied, waving a hand at the pot, not bothering to cover his nakedness as Timothy had with his hands. 'You'll have to rinse the cups yourself though.'

'That's right kind of you,' the first man said. 'My name's Harry,' offering his hand, making Mark sit up to accept it and shake his hand. 'My friend's name is Charlie,' who just nodded without offering to shake hands.

'Mine's Mark and this is Timothy.'

'Nice to meet you Tim,' Harry said, jerking his thumb towards the coffee pot for Charlie to go and get two cups from the bowl. He swirled them round in the water and then returned to the stove and poured out coffee for the both of them.

'Nice set up you've got,' Harry said, sipping his coffee. 'We're just hiking it down the coast. Couldn't afford a tent, well we could, but he didn't want to carry it, so we sleep under the stars.'

'How far have you travelled then?' Mark asked.

'Lord knows. Been about three weeks now. Probably be another three before we get to the Thames. How long are you planning on staying here?'

'Just for the weekend, us and the girls.'

'And very nice they looked too,' Harry chuckled. 'I can't blame you for staying the weekend with them here. Well thanks for the coffee, it was real nice of you,' Harry said as he stood up.

Neither Mark or Timothy saw any signals pass between the two men, but they both struck at the same time. A massive fist crashed into the side of Mark's jaw knocking him back and he never even saw the second punch that rendered him unconscious. Timothy didn't fare well either, though it was just a rabbit punch that put him out of the picture.

Harry shucked off his rucksack and so did Charlie.

'Give me the cuffs,' he demanded of Charlie who immediately dived into his pack and produced two sets of handcuffs. 'I told you these would come in handy. Now follow me.' He then walked heavily towards the tent and went inside followed by Charlie. Diane gave out a scream as she saw it was them and not their men and she was soon silenced by a backhanded swing that knocked her off her feet. They had gone into the tent to put on their bikini's and that's how they were when the men entered, but another blow, this time to Tracey rendered her almost unconscious. Harry and Charlie then tore off their bikini's till they were naked again before putting a cuff on each, one to the wrist and the other chained hoop to an ankle. Thus immobilised, they dragged them out of the tent into the clearing between tent and car and left them there to recover in their own good time.

'Find me some rope,' Harry asked of Charlie as he dragged Timothy towards the rear wheel of the car and then dragged Mark and dropped him by the front wheel. Harry's T shirt was now sweat ridden from the exertion and so he stripped it off and hung it on a wing mirror to dry. Charlie had pulled a small coil of rope from the back of the car and passed it to Harry who had now got a knife out from his rucksack. He shook out the coil and then eyed the wheels of the car and then cut two lengths from it. He threw one piece towards Mark and approached Timothy with the other.

'Give me a hand,' he said to Charlie, 'and prop him up against the wheel.' With Timothy up in a sitting position with his head lolling on his chest, Harry tied one end of the rope to his left wrist and with the free end, looped it round the axle behind the wheel and then moved over to secure the right wrist to the other end. Thus Timothy was immobilised and then they did the same to Mark but at the front wheel before turning to look at the girls sprawled out on the sand.

'Find some tent pegs and a mallet,' Harry said.

'Where will I find them?' Charlie asked taking his T shirt off so that both the men were now only wearing their shorts.

'Try that canvas bag on the roof of the car,' he suggested, so as Charlie climbed up onto the top of the vehicle, Harry undid the cuffs on Diane. These he put to one side and then undid the cuff from Tracey's wrist and with one end still fixed to her ankle, Harry clipped the other end to Diane's ankle. Picking up the other cuffs, attached the two girls together by their wrists so they now lay side by side and chained together. 

He then cut four lengths of rope and tied the free wrists and ankles with these, making a loop at the free ends. Charlie dropped some pegs and the mallet onto the sand and helped Harry stretch Tracey out first and put a peg through the loop of the wrist rope and hammered it into the sand. He did this to the ankle rope too before moving to Diane where they pulled her across the sand so that Tracey was now spread-eagled and they did the same to the ropes attached to Diane. Both girls now had their opposite arms outstretched and linked by the handcuffs and the same applied to their legs being wide open and ready for violation.




A Weekend Away



She wanted to make sure she had his attention.

That wasn't to say that he didn't pay attention to her, but sometimes the best way to make sure that you are the focal point is to get rid of any other distractions. She laid out her white corset trimmed with black lace, black thigh high stockings, black lace boy shorts, and a red felt blind fold. She would make sure her chestnut hair was curly and full. The better for him to grab on to. The wrist and ankle straps were already connected to the bed, just like they always were.

They had planned a weekend away from the world. They weren't going anywhere—except to bed together for days. They had both been working too hard.

She took a long shower, soaping her body thinking about him running his strong hands along the inside of her thighs, thinking about the way his stubble felt on her stomach as he kissed and nibbled his way down to her clit and cunt. He was so good with his lips, teeth and tongue. She leaned against the wall in the shower and let the hot water run down her body, splashing on to her breasts. She ran her hands over her breasts, massaging them. She played with her nipples, twisting one and then the other until she made herself moan. Her right hand trailed down her stomach and down to her cunt. She dipped two fingers inside herself. She was wet again, just thinking about what he might do to her this weekend.

She decided to have a little fun in the shower, to go with her little fantasy. She grabbed the shower head from the wall and changed the setting to massage. She propped one foot on the tub's edge and placed the shower head against her aching cunt. Slowly she began to rub it back and forth. She continued to play with her nipples while she let the vibrations and fantasy carry her away...

She imagined him in her bedroom, naked, his cock large and hard with wanting her. He would scoop her up, catching her around the waist and tossing her on to the bed. He was so strong; she knew it wasn't hard for him to do, but she loved it when he took control of her body. He would strip her naked, his eyes looking over every inch of her and before he even touched her she would be panting, wanting him. He'd tug her ass to the edge of the bed and kneel on the floor. 

His hands would pry her legs apart and when he leaned in to take the first long slow lick of her pussy, he'd look her right in the eye. He'd make noises deep in his throat, like he was hungry for her wetness, his tongue plunging in and out of her cunt. He'd pay attention to how hard he held her legs down, knowing that she got off on being held down but not bruised. He always did it just right. 

After making sure she was wet and wanting him, he'd take his middle and ring fingers and force them into her hot wet cunt bit by bit. He loved stretching her and stroking her while his tongue and lips sucked and licked and nibbled on her clit. His strong fingers stroking in and out while he put just the right pressure on her clit to make her squirm and moan. Right when she was on the brink of cumming hard, he'd pull his mouth away, keeping his fingers slowly fucking her while he climbed next to her on the bed. He'd brush his thumb softly against her clit to keep her right on the edge of cumming.

He would nuzzle at her neck biting and sucking gently. "Are you gonna cum for me?" he'd ask.

"Uh-huh" she'd whimper.

He'd bend over her and take one of her diamond-hard nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking then slowly trail hot, wet kisses across to the other nipple. All the while her hands were tugging on his hair, she was moaning and crying out in soft screams, begging him to let her cum. He kept up a hard pace with his fingers still in her, brushing ever so softly against her clit, just like she loved. His middle and ring finger plunged in and out of her dripping wet cunt. 

Sometimes he would go slow, pushing his fingers in and out a little bit at a time, to make sure she could really feel him. He loved to hold her orgasm back from her. At one point he would take his fingers out of her wetness and make her suck them clean. While she was sucking those fingers, he'd use his other hand to keep her orgasm building. She loved to suck on anything he gave her. All the while he suckled on her perfect c-cups. 

When she was finished licking her wetness off his fingers, he grabbed her by the back of her hair and pulled her backwards, forcing her to arch her back. He leaned in, nibbled her neck and whispered in her ear, "Cum for me."

She would explode around his fingers, her cunt squeezing tight and her legs shaking as she collapsed from pleasure. "Good girl," he'd say with a smile, petting her hair, kissing her temple.

Back in reality, she could barely hold herself up. Her orgasm was so strong, it was running down her thighs. She put her own fingers to her cunt, then to her lips and licked herself clean. "God I can't wait 'til he gets here," she sighed. And all that was just from thinking about him. 

She turned off the water, stepped out and started to towel herself off.

It was going to be a perfect weekend.



A Weekend Away



One weekend in mid-August, we managed to be together alone, finally for the first time; just you and I.

Once it was settled that we both had the time, the wheels began to work.

"Where should we go, what should we do?" I asked. "Do you trust me?"

And of course the answer from you was a resounding, "Yes."

"Well then my dear leave it to me and I will arrange everything."

With a grin and a nod, you agreed to let me plan the weekend. I made a quick phone call to a friend and we were all set. Friday morning, 6:00am, we are set to leave. When you arrive, I am sitting in the driveway waiting for you. We exchange a kiss and I hand you some directions. I tell you that you can drive us the point I have marked off and I will take over after that. You agree and we are on our way.

Conversation starts off with the basic, "So, how have you been" kind of thing?" Since it had been awhile since we were last able to touch I could not wait to any longer. I had to start touching you. You, however, were thinking the same thing. As I was thinking of moving my hand, yours suddenly reached across and rested on top of mine. I turned my hand and our fingers connected, each fitting perfectly between the other. Oh how sweet it was to finally feel you again.

After a few minutes I had to free my hand as it was ready to wander. Breaking our hold I rested your hand softly upon my leg. I then ran my fingers up your arm and onto the back of your neck. I softly tickled the middle of your neck with my nails, trailing my fingers from the center of your neck, across the back and up to circle your ear leading me right back down to the center of your neck again. This continued for a few minutes. From there my tickles grew more into scratches as my nails worked their way up into your hair. I could tell by your look and the way your hand was gently squeezing my leg that you were enjoying each touch you were receiving.

We were now on some pretty empty back roads so I loosened my seat belt enough that I could get myself over to you. I reached my lips up to your neck and slowly began kissing it. Those kisses lead me from your neck, to a quick peck on your lips and down your chest. I reach down and cautiously lift your shirt when I'd rather be tearing it off. I begin to softly nibble on your nipple as my hand is caressing your quickly growing cock. I begin to undo your pants as I know you are "growing" to be a bit uncomfortable. Reaching down, I expose your very hard cock.

"OMG, I have so been looking forward to tasting you again! I can't take it, I have to taste you now!" I whisper breathlessly into your ear.

Letting my lips travel down your body, I reach my destination. Gripping your cock with my hand, I moisten my lips and slowly begin to slide your hardness into my mouth. Each movement makes you go deeper and deeper. My hand is moving in rhythm with my mouth, up and down with a slight twist of the hand. With every upward movement of my hand, I grip a bit tighter to release your pre-cum into my mouth. You taste so yummy I can barely wait for you to finish. I know that you are getting close as the car speed increases a bit and your head is now slightly resting on the head rest. Still concentrating on the road, you wonder how that is going to be possible to during orgasm. However, you are willing to find out as you know there is no way of getting me to stop now. 

I feel that you are very close and I make sure that my rhythm now stays perfectly in sync with my hand; your hands both grip the steering wheel, your elbows lock, and you push back hard against the seat bracing yourself.

"HOLY FUCK" comes screaming from your lips as you explode into my mouth. Tasting you again is like a peace of heaven and there is no way that I am wasting one drop of you. I tighten the grip of my lips around you and slowly move upward on your shaft drawing every last bit of your cum into my ready and waiting mouth. When I know I have managed to 'clean up' I slowly sit up, look at you with a smile and ask, "Are ready for me to take over driving?"

You, unsure of how you even managed to keep the vehicle on the road during that, wait about fifteen minutes longer and then pull over.

"Time to switch drivers" you say, as you are still not sure as to where we are going.

I hop out and walk around the front of your vehicle thinking I am going to drive. You on the other hand have something else in mind. Although we are on a fairly dead road, there is still the odd car that passes. You put your hands on my waist and lift me onto the hood of your car. Placing one hand on the back of my head you softly lay me back.

You unzip your zipper freeing yourself once more. Grabbing my hips you slide me down the hood a bit and lift my skirt knowing all that you will find is my bare pussy. Taking my hands and lifting them over my head, you hold both wrist together with one hand as you lift my shirt and expose my breasts with the other. You begin licking and sucking on my nipples as you lean over me sliding your hard cock into my juicy pussy.

Not allowing me to touch you is driving me insane. Your thrust start slow but quickly become very rapid as we are both turned on by the fact that someone could drive by at any point. Feeling your cock become more engorged has me knowing that we are both about to cum fairly quickly. As my breathing becomes fast and short and. you to know that I am ready, you lean down and begin to kiss me hard as you fill me with your love.

Allowing our bodies to relax from this rather quick but satisfying moment, I stand up slide my skirt down & fix my top.

"Ready to go?" I ask.

You smirk at me, looking a bit amazed that I allowed you to fuck me in the middle of no where.

"If you are, let's go" you reply.

Finally, here we are, secluded, no one for miles. Our very own cottage for the weekend. A private beach, an outdoor fireplace, and lots of surfaces inside to have plenty of fun on, not to mention the floating dock right out in front.

We step out of the car and I yell "First one in!" Running for the beach, you notice that you are following a trail of my clothes that seem to be just flying from my body. You stop as you notice that I am now standing completely naked on the beach and slowly walking away from you into the water. You watch as the water levels slowly rise on my body covering each part you so want to touch. Finishing getting undressed, join me in the water.

Our naked bodies embrace as the waves roll over us and crash at the shore. I wrap my legs around you and you walk me out to the floating dock. Placing me on top of it, my legs hanging over the edge, you softly push me back. Before I know it you have spread my legs and are now licking my clit, sucking my juices and preparing me for yet another round with you. I already know we are going to have a wonderful weekend, going home with a smile that last for weeks.

You continue to lick me, every so often sliding your tongue as deep into me as possible. Your continuous teasing is almost unbearable as you break every so often to kiss my inner thighs which for some reason causes my tummy muscle to go into small quick spasms. Knowing that I am good for more then one orgasm you decide to keep going. Your tongue takes rhythm as you slide your finger into me to heighten the release. The closer I get, the louder I get knowing that no one can hear me so there is no holding back. Beginning to cum, my back arches and my hips begin to lift off the dock making things just a bit difficult for you but you manage to move with me.

After you are done sucking all of my juices you climb up onto the dock and lay your body against mine. I can feel your hard cock brushing against my pussy as you move slowly up and down taunting me yet again. Although enjoying your kisses, I lay there awaiting to feel you deep inside me. You, however, continue to kiss and tease me with no intention of entering any time soon. After about thirty minutes of kissing, touching and teasing, you know that I am well worked up. How easy it would be for you to just slip inside and enjoy the pleasure of my warmth. But not yet as you are determined that this round is not going to end quickly.

You sit up and jump back into the water. After laying on the dock out in the sun, I know that the water is going to fee. quite cold on my naked skin but you are not willing to wait for me to ease back in. You swim back to the dock and reach out as though ready to give me a hug. With your arms are around me, you lift me off the dock and dip me right into the chilly water. And with that we emerge into a nice playful water fight. A few splashes and dunks later I find myself back in your arms. As you pull me close I can feel you slowly sliding yourself into me. With my legs around your waist, you walk us to the shore line. Laying me back on the sand, we begin to make love beneath the waves. The waves seem to rush over us with each thrust of your body.

A few minutes later, I feel you draw yourself out of me. You stand and offer me your hand. Helping me up, walking away from the chilly water, you lead me up to the outdoor fireplace area. Once there, you start a nice fire and ask me to hold on a second. You return quickly with a nice bottle of wine and 2 glasses. As you pour the wine, I get comfy in the hammock that is situated near the fire. Handing me my wine, you to sit down beside me. After a few sips and the fact that we are still naked and longing to have each other yet again, we decided to take the wine inside and look around.

Walking in the door, I see no need to go any further as there is a couch right there. I wrap my arms around you from behind and walk you toward the couch. Soon you are sitting down and I quickly find myself dropping down for another taste of you. This time my taste buds are going to have to settle for precum as, I being the selfish girl that I am, want you to fill me with the hot flow of your love. After I am satisfied with the taste I receive, I slide my body along yours until I am sitting on the couch straddled across you.

With your hard cock ready to accept me, I slowly ease myself onto you. Again things start off slow. This is a position we both enjoy as my breast are very easy for you to kiss and fondle and your mouth easy for me to connect with. As the excitement builds, my movements stay at a nice slow pace. I was taking you all in as deep as a I could but now begin to ride just the head of your cock. Bringing you almost out and then taking you back in.

I lean down and whisper softly in your ear, "Cum for me!"

With the sounds of the words echoing in your ear, you lean back against the couch and at the point of knowing that you are going to cum, I again take you deep into me and hold my movements allowing you to cum deep in my pussy.

After a few minutes of catching our breath we decide to grab our wine and head out to the hammock to snuggle and talk by the fire; both knowing there will be more to come!



A Weekend Away



Fran was so excited. It had been over six months since they had been entirely alone and not rushed when they had made love. Not since before their beautiful daughter had been born. Not that either of them begrudged having her in their life. She was their life and they both loved her dearly. But as any new parents will tell you, there is never time enough to spend making love like you had early in your marriage. They still made love regularly but it was always a little rushed, always listening for that little whimper or cry that would tell them that Natalie was wanting their attention again.

Now she was weaned and her mother had insisted they go away for a weekend camping and she could have her new grand daughter to herself for a few days.

"Don't worry about us," she said. "Between your Dad and I and her Aunties, we will manage quite well. After all I did have four children of my own remember. And its not like we cant keep in touch. You will have your mobile phone with you."

They needed no more prompting as they hopped onto Ian's motorcycle with their camping gear packed into the side car. Ian had suggested the hills behind Brisbane. A spot they had discovered early in their marriage. There was a waterfall where they could both go swimming. Lots of trees, the bush teamed with wildlife. And best of all, hardly anyone ever went there so they should have the place to themselves.

Riding the bike as close as they could, Ian parked it in some bushes out of sight and they packed their tent and things into their two knapsacks and headed off. Ian let Fran take the lead so he could watch her as she walked. He never got enough of feasting his eyes on her. She still looked great after their daughter had been born. If anything she was even sexier with more curves to her body. 

His mind wandered as they walked along the trail. He recalled how often they would make love in the early years of their marriage. He missed that since Natalie was born. He was besotted with his daughter but looked forward to this weekend without her. He planned to spend a lot of time making love to his wife.

After a fifteen minute hike, they reached the grassy glade that they had camped on previously. It was just a short walk to the creek and small waterfall. He smiled to himself as he remembered how many times they had made love there with the water cascading over there heads and shoulders as he took her.

They quickly unpacked and set up the tent. Once everything was stowed away inside, Fran turned to him and asked, "Well love, what's first? A swim, a hike, a cuppa or did you have something else in mind?" She grinned at him mischievously. 

"Come here," he answered throatily.

Ian undressed her slowly and then looked at her. 

"God love, you are so beautiful," he said, finally, as kissed her. His mouth was soft even though he kissed her hard. She took in his tanned arm against her white skin and she rubbed it gently.

He looked at her for a while longer. "You are so beautiful," he said again as he leaned over to kiss her once more. He ran his hands through her long red hair, bringing it to his mouth and breathing in the fresh scent of it. 

"Beautiful, beautiful." He murmured. Suddenly he was kissing her face and her throat and feeling her body as though he couldn't wait. Fran felt his excitement. His fingertips brushing her nipples sending a current of electricity through her body. She leaned toward him letting him know she wanted more.

He stopped then, and took a deep breath. He filled his eyes as if to memorize her every pore. He run his fingertip lightly across her breast. Closing her eyes, Fran shivered from the gentle touch. Suddenly his mouth was sucking on a nipple, and she felt her body quiver with exhilaration. "So beautiful." He whispered as he moved to the other breast. 

He pressed his face between them, then with both hands held them together and suckled both nipples at the same time. She arched her body back and pressed to him reaching for his head. Her fingers entwined at the nape of his neck holding him to her.

They were still standing when he backed away and looked at her, a smile on his face. He slipped her thong down and couldn't resist feeling the texture of her curly red patch that she left when waxing, and cupping her mound, his fingers reached for her warm moistness. They sat down on the grass. He quickly removed his own clothes and shoes. He then reached for her feet and removed her hiking boots as well.

He lay her back on the grass and once again looked at her. "God Fran you are so beautiful." 

"I am not beautiful," she chided.

"Don't argue with me love. You are the most beautiful thing ever to happen to me."

She couldn't argue with that as she felt the same way about him. After filling his eyes, he began to touch her lightly all over with his fingertips. Suddenly he stopped. He took her in his arms, wanting to feel her body with his. She felt him as well, his strong muscular body, his hard hairy chest, his rigid cock. She inhaled his pleasant masculine smell. He kissed her mouth, then her face and her neck, nipping her shoulder with gentle bites that made her quiver, and murmuring under his breath, "Fran I want you so much."

His hands were on her breasts again, his mouth on her nipples, sucking, then nipping lightly, then sucking both. He sucked at one breast trying to take as much in his mouth as he could, then the other. He knelt in front of her, nuzzling her stomach, his hands caressing her cheeks then the split between. He nuzzled her pubic thatch and lightly, teasingly, found her slit with a wet tongue. She moaned, and he felt her quivering response.

He crawled up beside her, kissed her, nibbled her breasts, and with his hand, fondled and rubbed the folds and crevices of her pussy. She moaned and cried out as he seemed to touch every place at once. He took her hand and put it on his firm shaft. She sat up, curled around and rubbed her cheek against it, to his delight. He moaned with ecstasy when he felt her mouth encircle his tip. When she started circling her tongue around the knob sucking in his length and adding firm strokes to the upright shaft, he thought he would lose control. 

"Oh God, Fran I want you. I can't wait." he said in a throaty strained whisper.

She rolled over and opened her legs. He climbed on her and entered her. Ian pulled back and drove in again, and again, and again, grunting with each stroke. Fran arched to meet him, trying to match his rhythm. 

"God Fran I'm ready," he cried, straining, then suddenly ejaculated, pushing in and out a few more times, then relaxed on top of her. It took a bit longer for Fran to relax.

After a few minutes, Ian rolled over on his side and propped himself up looking down at her. "I'm sorry love. I was too quick but I couldn't hold back any longer. Next time I will make up for it."

Fran smiled at him. "I'll hold you to that love."

"As we are already naked why don't we have a swim?" The young mother suggested and they held hands as they walked towards the stream.

The sun was shining through the trees as they made their way to the creek. It was still warm even though it was Autumn. Birds were singing in the trees and Fran pointed out a nest high up in a gum tree.

"I guess their babies are grown and left the nest by now. I wonder how Natalie is and if she is ok." She said to Ian.

"I am sure your mother would have rung us by now if there was any problems, love. But I do miss the little tyke. Mind you," he added, "it is nice to have my girl all to myself." And he pulled her into his arms again.

As they kissed the feel of her naked body against his had him hardening once more. Fran too was feeling the excitement starting deep inside her loins. Their kissing turned deeper and harder and Ian's hands caressed her body. . But he wanted no rushing this time. He wanted her fully, completely. Smiling at her he sat on the ground and reached his hand up to her. She joined him, already tingling, anticipating, and wanting him so much.

He kissed her then, lightly, and reached for her breast. They had increased a size since before Natalie's birth and he savored the full round shape of them. He reached for her with both hands, and the next instant, she was on her back, with his mouth firmly on hers. His hand caressed a breast, and found the nipple, and then a warm wet mouth was on her other nipple. The sensation sent waves of feeling to her very depths. She rubbed his arms, and his broad back, then the back of his neck, and his hair. 

He was kissing her again, his tongue gently probing. She took his in, then explored back. He tasted the warm saltiness of her mouth. She felt warm shivers as his fingers traced her jaw, then the side of her neck. He kissed her shoulder, nibbled lightly, and sucked. Unexpectedly, he took her nipple again. She gasped at the sudden increase in feeling. Then she sighed, and moaned with pleasure as he played them both. He sat up then, and looked at her, then closed his eyes as though he wanted to memorize her. She was smiling when he opened them again.

"I love you, Ian, and I want you so much."

"Oh Fran, I ache with wanting you, I love you so much."

He was kissing her again, holding her tight. She clung to him with the same passion. And suddenly, there was no waiting. He hugged her around the waist with his head on her stomach, then moved down between her legs, kissed her mound of hair. Then, he stopped for a moment, pushed her legs apart, and with both hands, held her open, and looked at the deep pink lips, like petals of an exotic flower. Then like a bee he dipped and tasted. She cried out, and arched to him, while he explored every petal, each fold, each crease, nibbling, suckling, teasing, reveling in giving her pleasure as he had wanted to since their baby was born.

This was Fran, his Fran. This was her taste, her smell, her honey, and his own cock was hard and ready. He wanted to wait, wanted this to last, but she couldn't. She was breathing hard, and fast, panting, gasping, calling out to him. She reached for him, pulling him up, then reached down to guide him to her warm wet pussy.

As he slid in, he breathed a deep sigh, and let his full shaft glide in and in, until she enfolded him fully. Yes, this was his Fran . The woman he loved. The woman he wanted to spend his life with. To grow old with. He stopped for a moment, luxuriating in her embrace. It had been like this with her from the first time, and every time since. He pulled back, and felt her arch to meet him as he drove his cock in her. He pulled back again, and pushed, and back and in again. Then suddenly, he was ready, and she was crying out, and they pulled back and in once more, and their orgasms reached their peaks, in an earth moving crescendo.

The snuggling was part of the love making. She loved the feel of his weight on her then. He was never heavy. Usually he got up first, before she was ready for him to. She could smell herself on him, and it made her smile, reminding her of the love they had just shared. She never felt quite so complete as then, when they were through, and he was still there, inside her. He loved the feel of her full body under his. It had been so long since they could take the time for this pleasure

Fran felt the stone pressing into her shoulder blade. She kissed him once more then told him, "get off, love. As much as I love having you on me, if I lay here any longer this stone will work its way into my shoulder."

He laughed and got up, pulling her up after him and they once again headed to the water. The sound of the waterfall cascading over the rocks soon filled the bush, drowning out the bird song. Ian dove into the deep pool at the bottom of the falls and Fran followed. They swam till they were under the fall itself before stopping and standing on the rocks. The cool crystal clear water fell over them like a shower. Ian pulled Fran into his arms and they kissed deeply as the water drummed upon their skin.

In spite of the cool water, Ian was soon hard again. He couldn't get enough of Fran and didn't want to waste any of their precious time alone. Soon they were making love once more. They both loved the water so much and often made love in the shower, in their pool or even at their favorite beach, Rainbow Beach, when they could.

Their day was spent enjoying the nature that surrounded them and each other. Mid-afternoon, they rang Fran's mother on the mobile to check on their beautiful little girl. Assured she was fine and happy and not missing them at all, Fran felt a little more at ease. They swam again in the afternoon and before long the sun was starting to settle behind the mountains. Ian made a fire and Fran made their dinner. After eating and cleaning up, they settled back beside the campfire with Ian's arm around Fran's shoulder a cuppa in their other hand.

The crackling of the fire was romantic and putting their cups aside, Ian took his lady love in his arms. He kissed the hollow of her throat and felt her shiver then move up and kissed the end of her nose and the corner of her full soft lips. He felt her body tense. He couldn't see in the near darkness but sensed she was keeping her eyes closed, making herself lie still and wait. He watched her, savoring the moment, then he kissed her mouth, opened his and seeking entry with his tongue, and felt her accept it. 

He sat up, saw her open her eyes and smile at him. He pulled off his shirt and helped her off with hers. Easing her back down, he leaned over and took a firm nipple in his mouth, and suckled. She gasped as a shock of excitement streamed through her. She felt a warm wet tingling between her legs from Ian's ministrations. 

He nuzzled and nibbled lightly, until she pushed toward him, then sucked in earnest, lightly biting and leaving his mark. She whimpered with bliss. He reached for the other breast, caressed its full roundness and hard nipple. She was already breathing hard. He let go of her breast and began kissing her neck and throat, found her ear and nibbled on the lobe, then blew in it, caressing her arms and breasts with both hands. Shivers coursed through her.

He kissed her mouth, then ran his warm tongue slowly over her chin, down the middle of her throat, between her breasts, and down to her navel. His cock had hardened again, and pushed insistently against the restraints of his shorts. He pulled her pants off, then starting at her navel, continued in the direction he was going. He felt soft hair. He loved the little patch she left after waxing. Then his tongue found the top of her warm slit. He felt her jump when he reached a small hard button. When he stopped, she gave a small cry of dismay.

He pulled his shorts off letting his shaft free. Fran sat up and took it in her hand, letting it slide back and forth over the full length, felling the warmth, the smooth skin, the hard fullness. He was loved that his size matched her so perfectly. She bent down to him, and he felt her warm lips enfold him. She moved up and down, and he fought to control the urge to cum.

"Fran, lay back and let me make love to you," he said, pushing her back.

She looked at him with dilated eyes, kissed him, and then nodded. He held her shoulders and pushed her back down on the ground, and kissed her mouth and throat again, giving her chills of pleasure. He cupped both her breasts in his hands, held them together, and went from one sensitive nipple to the other, and in between. Then his tongue found her navel again, and he circled it with an ever-increasing spiral, until he reached the soft hair of her mound.

He moved over between her thighs, spreading them, then spread her lips back with his hands and savored a long slow taste. She shuddered, half sat up, cried out, and he felt himself respond. He loved to make love with her, to feel her response to his skill. It pleased him to know he pleased her so well.

He explored her tenderly, knowing where her sensitive spots were, teasing them with his tongue, and with his skilled hands, reaching inside. She began to move against him, crying out and tossing her head, and he knew she was ready, he found her hard clit and began to work it. Her breath came fast, his hard tool was eager for her. Then she cried out, he felt a wetness, as she reached for him.

"Ian .... Agh... Ian!"

She was beyond herself, beyond any knowing except him. She wanted him, wanted to feel his fullness inside her. He was on her, she was helping him, guiding him, then he was sliding in, and felt a surge that brought him to that inexpressible peak. It backed off, and he plunged in again, deep; she embraced him all.

He made love to her slowly, trying to draw it out, make it last. He wanted it never to end, and yet he couldn't wait for it. With each strong push, he felt closer. Sweat glistened on their bodies in the flickering light as they matched their timing, found their stride.

Breathing hard, they strained to meet at each stroke. Then, almost unexpectedly, their passion peaked. In a burst, they reached their climax with a tremor of ecstasy. They stopped there for a moment, as though trying to become one with each other, and then let go. Then laid still, trying to catch their breaths. The flames of the fire dimmed then flared up again. After a while Ian rolled over and lay beside her. He took her in his arms and they both lay looking at the stars and enjoying their closeness.

"I love you Ian with all my heart. I am so glad Mum took Natalie this weekend so we could have some time to ourselves. I didn't really realize just how much I missed it."

"Ditto." Ian said using the line from one of their favorite movies.

Laying there, the tent and their sleeping bag was forgotten as they drifted off into a peaceful, satisfied sleep. Fran woke in the morning to the birds singing and the thrill of Ian caressing her breast. They made love again before starting up the fire once more to make their breakfast. 

The morning was spent enjoying each others company. The time flew and it was soon time to head back to civilization and their pride and joy. 

Fighting through the Sunday traffic, they finally pulled up at Fran's mothers home, where Fran ran inside anxious to see her little girl and hold her. Fran's mother put the kettle on so they could tell her about their weekend and she could impart information about how she and her grand-daughter had spent their time together.

"Frannie, you know I loved having Nat with us. I am looking forward to having her again soon."

"Mum, I hope you will still feel the same as we will probably take advantage of that offer quite often in the future. I missed Natalie but it was heaven just enjoying each others company again." 



A Weekend Away



I had skipped out on my appointments that morning, going instead to the local rental car place; Shelley and I about to set out for a weekend getaway. Being just after Christmas and just before New Years, everyone was still pretty crazy from shopping and the other stresses associated with major holidays. My big present to Shelley this year was this getaway, just the two of us...no kids, no former spouses, and nos. I chuckled as I rented the car, actually a small SUV, it was a hybrid Ford Escape, how appropriate. Anyway, I hadn't told her where we were going, only that we'd be ringing in the New Year somewhere quiet and secluded. She could tell we were going north because of the clothes she had to pack, but beyond that had no clue.

Shelley has a very stressful job as the director of a daycare/learning center run by a local church. She had started off there as a teacher, got an opportunity to be a co-director, and finally was made the only director. She is an intelligent, imaginative woman...and, pardon me, what a nice tush she has. You look into her blue eyes and are trapped; any resistance to what comes out of her "kiss me" lips is utterly futile. This could be my own personal dilemma, but I doubt it. But, running the operations of the center from day to day, dealing with the local officials, and the bureaucracy has taken its toll on her. She needs a vacation.

With the Escape loaded up we headed out on the road. I was hoping for more time to get to talk with her but the poor girl went to sleep before we even got to Georgia. We stopped for gas around Savannah and she did wake up long enough to want something to drink, Dr. Pepper. As we set out on the road again I couldn't help but chuckle a little as I continued to watch the road and her too. She has an angelic face and looks so peaceful when she's asleep.

As we neared Columbia, South Carolina she woke up and was hungry. I had brought along a small cooler with some pimento cheese sandwiches but she didn't want any (they had been a favorite of mine for traveling from years ago), so we stopped off at a truck stop along the way. We had some very good homemade chicken noodle soup and enjoyed the hot and cold salad bar, staying mostly to the hot side. It's amazing what a couple hundred miles can do to the temperature. With both of us having a belly full of warm food we set off again after filling up the Escape with gas.

Driving down the interstate with us both awake we engaged in singing along with the CD player. Her singing ability was one of the many attractions I had to her. I didn't know she sang at all until my ex-wife and I had kids. After hearing her sing, I was impressed, and taken captive by her. Don't get me wrong, what had happened between my ex-wife and myself wasn't Shelley's fault, it's just something that happened. I listened to her sing as we went down the road and enjoyed being in her presence.

We finally got into North Carolina, she still had no idea where we were going, so I let her know that this is the last state we'll be going into...at least until we get where we are going. We passed through Charlotte and when we reached Statesville, we turned onto Interstate 40 West toward Asheville. She guessed we were heading to the Blue Ridge Parkway, possibly staying at a hotel or resort in the mountains. I just chuckled and said maybe. However, when we reached Asheville we went north on Interstate 26...and she wondered again where we were going.

About twenty minutes later her question was partially answered as we exited the interstate in Mars Hill. She had not heard of Mars Hill before and I informed her that there is a college here that has a museum devoted to rural life. She thought that was cool but was beginning to wonder about how a museum tour could be considered romantic. As we drove through, and subsequently out of, town she thought we might have passed the college, since the signs pointing to it were now behind us. I chuckled and told her not to worry, she'll like this. About five minutes later we were pulling into Butterfly Cove, the secluded cabin I had rented for this weekend.

The cabin is set on about 35 acres of woodland and it's on a hillside that looks down into a little valley. It's not one of those places that have a 4000 foot elevated view of the whole mountain range, but a quiet little cozy place to enjoy each others company. The view, while listed as limited in the brochure, is beautiful. The cabin is gorgeous as well; wooden floors, wooden walls, running water (what luck as it is below freezing outside), a tub with jet sprays, and an awesome stone fireplace. It was getting close to sunset, so I hurried our bags inside along with some wood. Even though someone had been out to make sure that the power was on and subsequently, that the heater was running, it was still cold.

I stacked some logs in the fireplace, found some kindling, and soon had a fire started. Shelley had dug out my faux mink blanket I had bought in Japan while serving in the Marine Corps. She went to the kitchen and looked through the cupboards; she found some cocoa mix, and in the refrigerator had found some whole milk with two days left until expiration. She didn't find any marshmallows though. Anyway, while I got the fire from a good start to a decent roar Shelley made the hot cocoa. We cuddled on the rug, wrapped ourselves up in the blanket, and drank our hot cocoa.

We talked about the drive up and the view; since the sun had now set we'd have to wait until the morning to really take in the view from the porch. We laughed about the little things that make life funny; we'd have to go find a grocery store to get some food, if we thawed out enough in the morning to be able to leave, at least it wasn't snowing. We talked about us; only a year before I'd been married to her friend Patricia and she'd been married to Alex. Patricia and I had grown apart as husband and wife over the ten years we'd been married, we also had two children together. Shelley and Alex had a somewhat rocky marriage for years; she finally had decided to stand up for herself and left him...a couple months after I had left Patricia. We had only been married this past fall, so in a way, this was the honeymoon that we hadn't been able to take.

We reflected back on all that had happened that brought us to where we are now. There was a time when it seemed impossible that we'd ever be together. I pulled her in close and reminded her of how many times I had dreamed of getting to hold her close by a nice fire, just me and her. She said that I make her feel tingly, that she had for a long time but was afraid because we were just supposed to be friends. Friends make the best spouses. We leaned back against the couch and she put her head on my chest; I kissed the top of her head. She looked up at me, I looked into her eyes, and I felt that overwhelming feeling of warmth that comes over a man when he is with his love. I leaned forward and kissed her. I pulled away and her lips remained pouted up for more; I sank down to the floor and kissed her again, rolling her onto her back off of me.

As I kissed her mouth, my heart beat faster as she pulled me in and kissed me back. I placed my hands on her face, caressing her hair, her ears, her neck, and back to her face again. My tongue touched her tongue; as a hand slid down from her face to her shoulder, to her chest, and I massaged her breast. I felt her breath in, she continued to kiss me, and she pulled me in harder. We broke our kiss for a moment, I looked into her eyes, I love you was all I could say. She pulled me back in and kissed me hard. I kissed her cheek on over to her ear, I whispered in her ear, "Thank you for marrying me." I continued to kiss her, down the side of her neck, up her throat, over her chin and back to her mouth.

My hand had gone from massaging her breast over her shirt to my hand being up her shirt and working the clasp on her bra. With the bra undone, I was able to massage her breast directly. Shelley has awesome; perfect breasts just the right size for squeezing and, more over, for suckling on. The first time I saw them I was blown away, partly because I couldn't believe I was getting to see them, and partly because I had wanted to see them for years.

Shelley had been rubbing on my shoulders and head as she kissed me; when I had finally freed her bra and was able to touch her she almost clawed my back. I didn't mind, kind of enjoyed, it. It let me know that I was getting her fire going as much as the one in the fireplace was. Her leg was rubbing up and down mine and I was beginning to think it was time for some of these clothes to come off. Kissing her I said I needed to take off her sweater and she sat up.

I pulled her sweater up over her head, resumed kissing her mouth, and started unbuttoning her shirt. I took her shirt and bra off; she looked at me a little confused as I started to put her shirt back on. I told her I wanted her to leave her shirt on as I didn't want her to get too cold and there is nothing as sexy as a beautiful woman in nothing but a dress shirt. I wrapped an arm around her and resumed massaging her breast while kissing her. This time when I kissed down her neck I kept kissing down, down her chest, and to her breast. I kissed her nipple lightly once, then kissed it again, then licked at it, and finally circled it with my tongue before taking it in my mouth.

At first I was squeezing her breast in my hand as I sucked on it, but my hand slipped down her side and began to rub inside her legs. I sucked at her breast, nibbled at the nipple, and circled her areola with my tongue. My hand was feeling her legs, crossing from one to the other; I could feel the muscles in her legs tighten up. I continued to suck on her breast, alternating with kissing her, and my hand worked at the button of her jeans. Finally getting the button undone, I pulled down the zipper, and slid my hand between her jeans and her little pink panties she had worn.

Sliding over her pelvis, my hand was only a thin layer of cotton away from her womanhood. She was warm, I could tell she was getting wet too; it was a wonderful sensation and made me long to be touched. I slid my fingers up and down her; I lightly pinched her clitoris between my thumb and index finger. To my surprise, she pulled my head into her breast and let out a moan. I sucked in hard on her nipple. I felt a rush come over me and had to kiss her; I broke off of her breast and locked my mouth to hers.

My mind was swimming; Shelley was as intoxicating as the purest alcohol and I felt the desire overcoming me. I stood up with her, pulled my shirt off and threw it, unbuttoned my jeans while kicking off my shoes, and pulled my underwear and jeans to the floor. I knelt in front of her, kissed her stomach, and pulled her jeans and underwear down. She sat back down, slipped out of her shoes, and I pulled the obstructive clothing off. She lay on the floor, laid down in between her legs, pulled the blanket up over us, and kissed her mouth again. My penis was as hard as it had ever been; she reached down, grabbed it and began to guide it to her. I asked if she wanted me to go down on her first, she chuckled and said another time, right now she just wanted me inside her.

As I entered her I found, once again, the meaning of heaven on earth. She was so warm and her womanhood wrapped itself around me and pulled me in. Her warmth spread around me, engulfing me, filling me with her as I was filling her with me. If ecstasy can be put into words, this is as close as I could come. Our bodies entwined, in my mind I could not discern her from me, and I hoped she was feeling all that I felt. There was no possible way for two people to be closer to one another, no words to describe the pleasure of pleasuring her, no love that could define the love I felt for her; this was our world, we were the only two people in it, we were Adam and Eve.

I do not know how long it lasted, time stopped when she and I became we. By my best estimate it was almost an hour; me on top of her, her on top of me. I worshipped at her alter, aware only of her, and refusing to have release until she herself was released. The incredible feeling of sharing myself with her, the warmth of her love, and the complete utter feeling of disbelief that comes with that release; it all brought me to such a climax that I was left shivering on the floor. This is the woman I love, this is the woman I live for, and this is the woman that consumes me so.

The weekend vacation for two just begun, it's already been the most incredible vacation I've ever been on. I can't wait to see how the rest of it goes. I am spent and do not have the energy to get up off the floor, we lay there for awhile holding each other, and finally do go enjoy a shower together with a follow up bath in the tub with the jet sprays. We are both hungry too. It's too late at night to venture out, tomorrow we will try to find Zuma Coffee, a little coffee and bakery in the town of Marshall, but until then we cuddle close beneath the blankets; wrapped in the warmth and glow that making love brings. 



A Weekend Away



"Let's go dancing tonight," she proposed. It wasn't often that she asked since he usually didn't like going out to clubs. Too many people crammed into a tight space, crappy music played at a deafening level and exorbitant drink prices did not an amusing evening make.

But since she didn't ask very often, when she did ask, he usually said yes. Plus, they were spending the weekend in Savannah and downtown always had diversions galore to offer.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked.

"Club One," she queried with a sly look.

He raised one eyebrow. "I don't want to go to the gay club." Really, that suggestion didn't even warrant a reply, but he wanted to be clear. Some of the transvestites he'd seen coming out of that place were downright creepy.

She laughed, knowing that he would shoot down that idea. "We can just hit River Street and see what's happening. Go get dressed."

Apparently that meant his jeans and blue t-shirt weren't good enough for her plans this evening. He was digging in his suitcase for the one pair of khakis she'd badgered him into bringing when she came in from the hotel suite's living area. He wasn't paying attention to her at first, dragging clothing out of his bag and shaking his pants a couple times. But he could feel her gaze hot on his skin.

She was watching him as she slowly undressed. One hand slid down the front of her shirt, slipping free buttons as it went. Shrugging out of it, she tossed the shirt on the bed and reached back, still with one hand, to unclasp her bra. It was flung onto the bed as well. Her nipples were already hard and red and he wanted to bite them. And she damn well knew it.

When it came time to remove her pants, she turned around and slid both hands down her own ass inside the cloth. He loved her ass, the curvy, smooth white skin that just begged for a good smack every once in a while. She played him, played him like a fucking virtuoso, bending at the waist so her hair flipped to the floor while from between her own sweet thighs she watched him watch her pull that fabric down maddeningly slow.

Hell, they didn't need to go anywhere but the bed. Or the floor. Or the wall. Certainly not out into public. But he didn't even get one full step in her direction before she tsked him and stepped out of pile of pants at her ankles.

"Not yet," she warned, "we're going out first."

Fucking tease. He hated it and loved it and wanted to slam her chest-first into the wall and fuck her until she came right there, right then, just to prove that she wasn't always in control. But the buildup was incredible; she would play this beguiling game all night and though he hated to admit it, once she finally gave in, the sex would be ten times better than if they did anything now. His cock would throb at varying stages of erection all night long and when he finally made her come, she'd scream herself hoarse.

Someone might even call the police out of concern for her.

Naked, she strode by him toward the dressing area. One fingernail unerringly scratched against both his nipples under the shirt as she passed, bringing his dick to full alert.

He changed quickly into a pre-approved outfit of pants and some shirt she had convinced him to buy weeks ago. Whatever.

He watched her get ready. Still nude, she dusted her shoulders and chest with some kind of powder that made her sparkle just the tiniest bit with a hint of tan. He noticed her makeup was put on with a heavier hand than usual. He liked the way her dark eyes went smoky when she lined them with thick, black color. She left her hair alone to fall straight down her back.

"Will you help me get dressed?" she asked.

He'd prefer to help her undress. Why did she need help anyway?

"Sure."

From her suitcase she pulled out a pair of slinky, skin-tight black pants and wiggled into them. Okay, no assistance necessary there. He did notice that she slid the pants on without any panties. Good to keep in mind for later. He could probably make her come on the dance floor before she even realized his hand was in her pants.

Then he saw the corset. It was dark bronze, edged in thin black lace. Down the back ran a zigzag of black ribbon. She dropped the corset over her head, then bent over and sank a hand into the cups of the corset. She plumped up one, then the second breast so they almost spilled out of the top. With one hand pressing the corset into place on her stomach, she turned her back to him.

"I need you to cinch it up, then tie it when I tell you it's tight enough."

He pulled gently on the ties where they fell out of the corset at the small of her back.

"Tighter," she commanded, sounding pretty damn sure of herself.

He started at the top and pulled taut every third crossing or so. The corset sucked in closer and closer to her ribcage. It was already more than snug, how tight did she want it?

"Keep going," she urged, taking a breath then forcing it all out. The top drew in closer. He tugged a couple more times on the ribbon to be sure he couldn't get it much tighter without cutting off her circulation, inhalation and possibly her heartbeat itself, then tied a non-slip knot just on top of her ass.

"Thanks." She turned around and holy shit. Any other day her breasts were great, not huge, not tiny, a handful of soft flesh to play in. Now, with the corset cutting even more definition into her waist, her breasts just sat in the top of it, bobbling there for his own enjoyment. Hell, even breathing caused them to tremble and heave. Fuck yeah, he wanted her in a corset every damn day for the rest of her life.

"Let's go out," she said with a grin.

They walked the two blocks from the hotel to Savannah's nightlife district. The evening was warm and humid, soft with fragrance of flowers. River Street was one level below most of the city, so he carefully held her hand as they wound down the steep stairs and cobblestone ways toward the river. While she considered her shoes sexy and necessary, he considered them spindly and dangerous. Though they did look great when she wore them and nothing else. He liked it when she sat astride him on the floor with those deadly shoes.

In deference to his dislike for dance clubs, and the fact that they were in town to see some old friends this weekend, they first went to one of his favorite haunts. It was a bar where his fellow co-workers hung out and though he had been gone for a few years now, there were always familiar faces inside.

When those fellow co-workers ogled his woman and her bountiful bosoms, he decided he didn't like the corset in public. It was fine for at home, but he didn't need her boobies falling out at random times tonight, and he really didn't need his buddies staring at said boobies all evening.

Though he was glad to see his friends and share a pint or three, he frowned a lot. She seemed to like it.

Fucking tease.

But then she would snuggle up against him and his arm would fall right into those cavernous boobies and he would forget about his buddies for a second. Yeah, he really liked the corset.

She liked seeing him in this situation. It was a bar that all the guys from work hung out at and he was able to see old friends and meet the new ones who had come in after him. He was comfortable here, at ease with those of his own ilk. Usually when they were out he was a bit more focused, watching everything and everyone. But here he knew his brothers had his back and he relaxed more than usual.

They were standing at the bar and her boobs were getting more attention than she had ever imagined. She'd never worn the corset in public before, had only tried it on at the store and decided then and there that she had to have it. After buying it, she'd had to come up with a reason to wear it. A weekend out seemed the perfect rationale.

But then her mind had taken it even further. Why not go to Savannah for the weekend? It was a city they both knew and loved, plus it was far enough away from home that they probably wouldn't know anyone (other than at the bar). All the better for her night's devious plans.

She carried on conversations with the men around her, meeting new ones, saying hello to the few she had met before. But she didn't really pay attention to them or her surroundings. All of her awareness was focused on the man she had arrived with.

His arm was cradled against her burgeoning breasts, right where she had put it. His skin was hot and the little hairs there tickled her sensitive breasts. Then he began to rub, just a bit, so little that no one would even notice it. But she did. She turned sideways into him, her belly against his hip, and his now concealed hand came up to scratch against the top of the corset where her nipple was barely hidden.

Oh, that felt good. Little velvet lightning strikes lanced through her tummy and straight to her pussy. She felt her body begin to get wet, her pussy clenching and releasing around a phantom cock that wasn't there yet.

She liked to tease him, but sometimes it really sucked when she ended up on the wrong side of her own games. The evening was still long from over.

They left the bar with promises of a backyard barbeque the next day. He glared at every man on the street they passed who gave more than a glancing shot at her chest. She beamed at each one of them. This top was a fantastic ego boost.

The night was hopping; people spilled out of bars and clubs with plastic cups of beer or frozen goodness gripped in their fists. Marines were easy to spot by their haircuts, couples strolled hand in hand, groups of guys or girls or both tramped about laughing and tugging on each other. She had forgotten how much she really did like Savannah at night.

The club she wanted to dance at was on the right side of the street and she pulled him across with her. Bass thumped to the sidewalk from the three floors of music inside the closed doors. The line to get in didn't take long and before they knew it they were overwhelmed with body heat, dance floor smoke and riotous, bump and grind music.

With one arm snaked around the waist bared between her corset and pants, he pulled her back against them as they wound their way through the crowd. His fingers tapped with the beat of the song against her hipbone. Even with the heels on, he was still about an inch taller than she, and she reveled in it; it made her feel small and protected, hard to do at almost six feet tall herself.

A bumping remix of "Butterfly" thudded through the speakers and she turned immediately toward the main dance floor. Downstairs usually had a live band and upstairs played mostly hip-hip. Her hips swung with the beat of their own volition. She loved this song.

He followed her onto the floor, and as soon as they had forced their way into a small open space, yanked her back into his body. Plastered from chest to crotch, legs laced together, they fell easily into their own bump and grind.

Bending her knees, she slid up and down his hard thigh. On the way down she writhed against him and the seam of her pants bit into her clit; on the way up she made sure to press her own leg into his crotch. Each time she came back up, his cock was just a little harder.

"Come and dance with me," she sung along. He never heard the words over the music, but he certainly saw them tumble from his lips.

One hand slapped onto her ass and jerked her high enough on his leg that her feet left the floor. He kept her there, riding his leg, and she clamped her thighs around him and let the sensation pour through. The weight of her own body pushed her hot little clit into the strength of his leg and she squirmed there to wring out as much feeling as possible.

"I'll make your legs shake," he promised. His teeth closed gently around her ear and shivers racked her. Her legs, did in fact, shake.

"You make me go crazy," she answered before sinking her own bite into the crook of his neck. She felt his growl against her lips.

There were some songs she wanted to dance to, and some she skipped. He wasn't sure of her motives, unless it was just to keep him on the edge of erection all night long. They would basically dry hump on the dance floor for one song, and when the next came on, she spin away and dance for him, but never touch him. When the third played she would decide she didn't like it, or she needed a drink, or she had to the restroom. He tried to follow her in for that little trip and was denied with a promising wink.

That corset had him worried and hot at the same time. When they danced together, he prayed for one little nipple to pop out and say hello so he could lick it. On the other hand, anytime she wasn't plastered against him, he was terrified that the boobs he considered his own were going to fall out for everyone else to play with.

She knew exactly what that outfit was doing to him. Walking away she made sure her ass swayed for him; on the way back he swore she somehow made her chest swell even higher.

They had danced to another of what she considered her "sex songs," this one "I'm a Slave 4 U" by some pop princess, when she said she wanted to walk around a bit and would meet him back at the bar. Not a problem, he would spend the next few minutes reliving the hot little belly dance moves she had demonstrated. He hadn't known that her hips could do figure eights quite like that, and decided they'd have to try that sometime soon. Alone. And naked.

He ordered an overpriced beer at the bar and turned to people watch for a moment. He spotted her almost immediately. Fuck, her body was amazing in that outfit. Her boobs were simply outstanding, then the corset hugged her ribs and cut her waist into a tighter hourglass than usual. Those skin-tight pants started well below her exposed belly button and clasped her skin all the way to the ankle, where the fuck-me shoes and their spiky heels raised her another three inches off the floor.

She was standing at another part of the bar, talking to a blonde he'd never seen before. She was fucking hot too. Long blond hair tumbled in curls down her back and she wore a shirt no larger than a handkerchief. It barely covered her own exceptional breasts and left most of her ribs and tummy bare. She was sitting, so he couldn't see her legs, but the top of her worked just fine.

Blondie nodded toward the dance floor and he followed her gaze to a group of ladies dancing together. No one was wearing a veil, so he figured it wasn't a bachelorette party, just a bunch of women out on a Friday night.

He looked back to the bar and saw his own wet dream standing even closer to Blondie, then running a hand down her arm. What was she doing now? She dipped her head toward him and Blondie checked him out. He raised his beer in acknowledgement; Blondie seemed to approve, because she smiled and returned to their conversation.

He turned again to people watch while the ladies finished their discussion. Soon he felt a presence by his side and looked down to what he was beginning to think of as his corset.

"Let's dance," she said and pulled him back to the dance floor. He saw no signs of Blondie.

Again they forced their way into an open spot in the crowd. He was just get into the song when Blondie showed up.

"Amanda," he heard her yell over the music, "I'd like you to meet Zach."

Zach? Who the hell was Zach?

"Zach," she called, staring at him intently, "this is Amanda."

"It's really great to meet you and Taylor," Blondie Amanda shouted. Damn the music was loud. But he figured out who Zach and Taylor were. Apparently they were under alias for the remainder of the evening.

"You too," he answered.

Then his Taylor slithered up his body and licked his ear.

"I've invited Amanda back to the hotel with us tonight."

His world stopped spinning.

It wasn't often that she could actually surprise him, but this seemed to have done the trick quite nicely. The plan had hatched not long after the purchase of what was quickly turning into her favorite piece of clothing. He had asked about a threesome previously, but it had taken her awhile to find her own boundaries for such a situation. A city hours away from home, where some random chick didn't know their real names, seemed like the best plan. That way there was no chance of said random chick going stalker-psycho later on and trying to kill one of them or boiling rabbits or committing any number of other unsavory acts.

Amanda had been watching them all night. Mostly staring at him, but often her gaze would catch on her too. Or maybe the corset. It didn't matter. When she approached the blonde at the bar it hadn't taken but a few sentences to turn the conversation where she wanted it to go. Amanda swore this was the first time she had done something like this, but that was almost laughable. The girl was way too comfortable with the situation for this to be a first time.

Of course, her alter ego Taylor seemed pretty damned comfortable as well, but she was very good at playing a role and bluffing her way through obstacles.

Zach, and she would have to think of him so for the rest of the night, still had his mouth dropped open when her absolute favorite sex song began to throb through the speakers.

"You let me violate you," she whispered and dropped to her heels in front of him. Amanda seemed to catch on pretty quick and slipped around behind him. A nice little Zach sandwich was formed.

Zach liked sandwiches and pulled Amanda's arms around his waist. She writhed against him from the back while Taylor slowly brought herself up to full height again, grinding against him wherever she could, nails scratching up his pants and into the sensitive skin at the vee of his thigh. She could see his dick getting hard again, and she was pretty sure it would stay that way for awhile now.

All in, she told herself, and grabbed a handful of erection with one hand while the other gripped Amanda's fingers and pulled her around front. In the little triangle they formed, she surreptitiously pumped her hand up and down on Zach's cock, while Amanda leaned in to lick a hot path across the top of her breasts. When she dropped her head back in abandon, he attacked her mouth with his own.

"I want to fuck you like an animal," he and Trent Reznor told her at the same time. 

She didn't really remember leaving the club, but she knew it was very soon after mentioning Amanda's invitation to Zach. They might have stayed through the end of "Closer," but Amanda had a very skilled mouth and Taylor's memory was shot.

Zach was still gentleman enough to help them both over the cobblestones and up the stairs to Savannah's main level, then he dropped his arms around each of their shoulders and they trooped on to the hotel like three friends, not three people ready to fuck themselves blind.

The hotel lobby was brightly lit after the soft darkness outside. Inside the elevator car, jazzy muzak played incongruously as the three of them stared straight ahead at the oak doors. They walked down the hall to their room, and Zach ushered them into the suite after unlocking the door.

Taylor was just about to get really weirded out by the whole situation and call an end to it when Zach spun her around for a deep, hot kiss with lots of tongue. Then she felt Amanda behind her, lifting her hair out of the way and slicking a hot path on the nape of her neck. And Taylor was fine with it after all.

Zach felt Taylor start to tense beside and him and figured he had to do something to keep her in the mood. There was no way in hell he was going to let her renege now. He gave her the kind of kiss she loved, not quite hard but certainly not gentle. He used his tongue to taste her entire mouth while rhythmically pushing his erection into her stomach. She softened immediately. He was vaguely aware of Blondie Amanda somewhere behind Taylor, but wasn't really paying attention to her.




A Weekend Away



Until their hands collided at Taylor's waist. He was moving in to unsnap her pants when he felt small hands already there ahead of them. Taylor's were buried in his hair, so the hands had to belong to Amanda. He left her to get Taylor out of her pants and moved down to the breasts he had been lusting after all night.

He could literally bury his face in her cleavage at this point and did just that, running his tongue around each breast and in the valley cut between them. Taylor was breathing heavily, pushing that soft flesh into his face with each inhale. With one hand, he pulled her right breast free and sucked the nipple into his mouth. She gasped and tightened her grip on his head.

Amanda had Taylor's pants heaped at her feet now and was unbuckling the fuck-me sandals. As she pulled the shoes off Taylor's feet, Zach dropped to his knees, almost face to face with Amanda. When the blonde pulled one of Taylor's feet off the ground to remove her pants, Zach took advantage of the situation and buried his mouth in her drenched pussy.

Her cunt clenched around his tongue, flooding his mouth with hot, wet musk. Taylor whimpered above him. Amanda had the pants off and was moving up her back.

Taylor had no idea when the tables had turned, she had intended this to be two on Zach, not two on Taylor. But at the moment she couldn't move, paralyzed by pleasure as she was, let alone find the words to tell them to stop and regroup.

Zach's tongue played along her clit just the way she liked and Amanda's nails scratching up her legs then her back almost caused her fall over. She wasn't sure how much of this overindulgence she could handle.

Her breathing was already ragged when Zach ate his way into her body as far as possible. She wanted to scream but couldn't get the air. She felt her legs begin to give way, then his hands were on her ass to hold her up.

Amanda pushed her over the brink. Two fingers pinched onto one of Taylor's nipples, hard, and her mouth gently nibbled on the other. The disparate sensations, plus Zach's flat tongue laving her clit in a fast, hard rhythm finally had Taylor finding the breath to let loose the scream that had been building. She sank to the floor.

She was still wearing the corset.

While Taylor came back to earth, Zach found Amanda's mouth. She tasted like cinnamon. They pulled each other's clothes off in seconds. As she ran her mouth down his neck and teethed his collarbone, Zach slipped his fingers through her moist pussy lips. She wasn't as wet as Taylor, but he'd learned that Taylor got wetter than any other woman he had ever been with. The woman fairly dripped when she was ready to come.

Amanda was shaved clean, the skin supple and velvety. His index finger found her clit and played it, learning whether she liked long and slow or light and fast. She seemed a light and fast girl. He heard her laugh a little as she focused her attention on his nipples. She gently bit one while tightly pinching the other one and Zach felt his cock jerk against her stomach. Maybe that dual nipple action was what had caused Taylor to come so quickly. It felt damn good.

He easily sank two fingers into her cunt and felt her body try to pull him in farther. With two fingers inside and his thumb riding her growing clit, he pinched the three fingers together to hit her G-spot and that little bundle of clitoris nerves at the same time. She didn't laugh after that; it only took a few pinches before he felt her body bear down on his fingers and she panted through the orgasm.

He moved his gaze to Taylor on the floor next to him, and she finally opened her eyes and looked at him. She was quiet, her eyes drowsy and her brown hair spread on the carpet beneath her. The bronze corset hugged her waist, but her breasts were free of it and her pussy hair was glistening between her spread legs. That was his wet girl.

Not paying attention to Amanda, who had slid off his fingers after coming, he was completely surprised when her mouth engulfed his rigid dick. Christ, she took him whole; he was so far down her throat that he felt the muscles there push and pull at him, trying to either swallow him down or eject him out, and the sensation was unbelievable. That constant movement of hot, wet, sinuous tissue against his sensitive cock made him want to pass out.

Amanda's green eyes stared up at him solemnly, her mouth pressed into his pubic hair, her head never moving. Her throat did all the work for her. He vaguely wondered how the hell she kept breathing, but didn't really care as long as his cock lay down her throat.

Then Taylor was back, apparently awake and ready to play again, for her felt her tongue lave his balls, then press into his taint and the world really did go black and white for just an instant in sensation overload. Amanda's throat worked faster and her nails scratched up and down his naked calves. Taylor's mouth sucked his balls in again and rolled them there like candy.

"Ah, fuck," he growled, feeling himself get closer and closer to an explosive orgasm. Clenching his hands in Amanda's hair, he tried to get even farther inside her mouth, but her teeth were already pressed into his pubic bone. Taylor lost her grip on his balls and he wanted to weep, until her fingers slid into the crack of his ass and one kept pushing up into his asshole. She knew him so well.

His cock shoved inside Amanda's mouth, Taylor's index finger in his ass and her thumb rolling hard on his taint, Zach came stronger and harder and longer than he ever had before in his life. Gallons of come glided straight down Amanda's throat while Taylor's rhythmic touch kept coaxing more to spurt out of him. 

It may have been minutes, or it may have been hours later that they found themselves sprawled naked on the bed in all directions. The corset was still in the living area somewhere.

"I've never gone down on a woman," Taylor admitted from the foot of the king sized mattress.

"Has a woman ever gone down on you?" Amanda asked.

Taylor shook her head.

"It's better. You'd never imagine how much better," the blonde informed her.

"I want to 69 with you," she said. Zach's eyebrow winged up, and she figured he was hearing the angels sing to him from heaven. He was such a guy. She had made sure he didn't bring a camera on their weekend trip for just this reason.

Amanda crawled across the bed on all fours and settled herself over Taylor's face. Taylor was fascinated by the gleaming vagina, bare of all hair. She slid one finger through the lips, watched the little hole contract with feeling and was pretty sure the clit began to grow. It was different from this position. She'd seen herself in the mirror before, but this must be what Zach saw when he stared at her. She was usually slightly embarrassed when he gazed at her too long, but she understood the enthrallment now. The skin was flushed and wet and more inviting than she would have guessed. It begged for a kiss.

Taylor spread Amanda's lips with her fingers and gently brushed a kiss on her clit. She let her tongue sneak out and take a tiny sip of juice. Musky, different from Zach or herself, sweet and salty and intoxicating. Maybe this was why some guys liked to go down on girls so much, it was exhilarating, and she hadn't even really done anything yet.

Decisive, she swathed a thick line from hole to clit with her whole tongue, feeling that musk gather on her tongue and moisten the way up. Amanda's groan urged her on. Using just her lips, she sucked on that hard little clit, flicking the tip of it with her tongue. Amanda's hips fell closer to her face. She opened her mouth and tried to suck in as much as that sweet pussy as she possibly could.

Amanda was apparently done letting her experiment because the blonde fell on Taylor with a vengeance. She pulled Taylor's legs apart and buried her face between them. Taylor lost all concentration when Amanda began to lick and suck at her clit, to gently nibble on her lips and shove her tongue as deep inside her as possible.

She was right, Taylor thought dully. It is different. Her mouth was smaller than a man's, fit better, and was softer. Her teeth were little and knew just where to nibble, where to bite, where to rub. As Amanda pushed her closer to another orgasm, Taylor worked harder to make Amanda come too.

Zach stepped behind her head, at the foot of the bed, and began to massage Amanda's ass. She couldn't see him, but she could feel the heat of his body against her skull. He got on his knees and his chest surrounded her head, blocking what little light had been coming through from the other room.

She had no idea what he was doing until she felt him rubbing Amanda's thighs. When he moved closer, she guessed he was licking her ass and Amanda liked it because she writhed right along with him. Taylor had to clamp her arms around the woman's waist to keep her from moving away. She wasn't finished yet.

Taylor kept her touch light, letting Zach do his thing above her. He moved back and she saw Amanda's ass cheeks spread above her. He was going to try to ass-fuck her while she and Taylor were still glued together like stickers. This should be interesting.

Taylor put all her focus on making Amanda come. She sucked that little clit into her mouth and flicked her tongue along it as quick as possible. Zach worked his way in slowly, pushing his cock in and out, sliding a little deeper each time. Amanda went into a frenzy, trying to push down into Taylor's mouth, but at the same time shoving her ass back to Zach. She had completely forgotten about Taylor's own impending orgasm, but that was fine for the moment. This was getting better by the second.

Squirming so much that Taylor lost her plaything, she was forced to wrap both arms around Amanda's waist to hold her down. Zach's hands grabbed her hips to keep her still, his hold firm enough that Taylor was able to free one arm. She latched onto Amanda's cunt with her mouth again, laving her clit hard and fast, feeling the moisture weep out of her pussy hole and onto Taylor's lips. She sucked it up quickly.

Zach was ready to come; Taylor could feel his balls bumping her head. He wasn't moving much, just little thrusts of his hips. Amanda was keening with desire, her breath sawing in and out of her lungs. She planted her face back in Taylor's crotch again and latched on with purpose.

Reaching behind her own head, Taylor grasped Zach's ass and dug her nails in. It was almost like she could feel his cock swelling through Amanda's ass and into her pussy. The muscles there clenched and throbbed, searching for something to suck inside it. 

Her hips began to heave of their own volition. Amanda's soft tongue was pushing around her clit in circles guaranteed to drive her crazy in less than a minute. She began to sob as well, pulling Zach tighter against their bodies and driving her pussy deeper into Amanda's mouth.

And then it hit. Amanda screamed, the additional vibration sending Taylor into an orgasm that started in her belly and had her lifting off the bed. She stuck her tongue inside Amanda's pussy hole and felt it clamp around her tightly. Above her, Zach was lunging shortly and strongly into Amanda's taut, gripping ass as he spewed his own semen.

They stayed like that for a long time, Amanda draped over Taylor, Zach's soft dick still buried in Amanda, his arms bracing his body over the two of them. He didn't want to pull out, but figured he'd have to soon, or Taylor might suffocate. He straightened and moved back slowly, the sensation of the blonde's asshole pulling against his sensitive cock almost too much. When he looked down, Taylor's eyes were drowsy and replete again, her chin resting between the cheeks of Amanda's ass, but she smiled at him.

Amanda started to move as well. She delicately licked a line down Taylor's pussy one last time and Taylor squeaked and jerked away. Amanda rolled off her and lolled to the side. Zach once again saw the breasts that had started this whole ordeal and bent down to suck one hard, hot nipple, then the other.

He was pretty sure he could get all three of them to come at least once more in the next hour. He had an image of himself sitting back on his calves, Taylor's prone hips pulled onto his lap as he fucked her, and Amanda sitting on her face so he could pay homage to her nipples as well.

But he'd give them a few minutes to rest.



A Weekend Away



This is a submission made to my SIR. HE told me to go and be a whore and then report to HIM. the lower-case letters are intentional. its a boy's way of showing respect to his SIR. i hope you enjoy.

i went to a really nice place. 2 floors, lots of rooms. the second floor is the "hotel". larger rooms with private baths. i stayed on the first floor. cheaper and i did not need a private bathroom. it was nice to cruise on the 2nd floor-all carpeted. there is an outdoor an indoor pool, a beachlike area, a whirlpool, 2 saunas, steamroom, exercise area.

i arrived around 5 and left about 2 today. i slept a few times during the night. i guess i had about 15 or 16 hours of cruising/sex time. as you will see from the events below, i worked hard to be a slut cocksucker.

1. the first man i met was in the steamroom. when i saw him he was hard. he was middle ages and somewhat hairy. i sucked his long cock-not especially thick. he shot a nice load on my chest.

2. in the video room on the 2nd floor there was a nice looking black man. i started sucking him and he did not get hard. i left.

3. i went to the sauna and the was a black man that i learned was 26 y.o. i had seen him befire as he was being massaged by an older man. as he left i told him i would love to show him what a good massage was like. i did and that was all that we did.

4. the next man was fun. we met in the steamroom and made out a bit there. i sucked his cock. it was nice and thick. he was a larger bearish man. as i sucked him i thought of how much you would have enjoyed him. we went to his room where we continued the steamroom fun. we kissed and i sucked. he shot a nice load on his stomach. i shot a huge load on his chest.

5. i walked around the 2nd floor. one of the room has a sling and 2 sets of bunk beds. there was a smaller hairy man playing with his cock as he watched the video. i licked his nipples and then dropped to my knees. he had a nice thick cock that was fun to suck. we moved to the bunk bed area. i sucked in a few positions-on my knees, sitting on the bed, laying down while he fucked my face. after awhile another man came in and the man i was doing started sucking the new guy. i started fingering the new guy's ass. he handed me a condom. i did not fuck him but started seriously finger fucking him. as he was beinf sucked he was getting into my fingering his hole.this went on for several minutes. he shot a huge load on the floor.

6. a bit later i saw the first man in #5 in the video room. i sucked him for a few and then left.

7. the next man was in the room next to mine. he was tall and hairy. he had a very long very thick cock. i had a hard time fitting it in my mouth. he loved his nipples played with hard. i had a good time sucking him for a nice long time. he shot a nice load that landed on his chest. i kneeled and he played with my balls. and i shot another nice load on his chest.

8. in the sauna i saw a very tall, very hung black man. i sucked him as best that i could-really long and thick-my hand barely went around the cock. i sucked him for about 10 minutes and he left.

9. in the sauna there was another tall black man, a very nice long cock. he loved being kissed and licked. i did that and sucked his cock. after a while it got too hot for me and i left the sauna (more about this man later).

10. saw the same man (#9) in the locker room. started to use my tongue on him. he had a beautiful ass. we went back to my room where i licked his body from head to toe more than once. i licked his clean ass crack and rimmed his hole. he moan liked a man in heat. i laid my cock in his crack and humped away. i shot my third load in his ass crack. we made out a bit more and he left. (more to come about him later).

11. the man across the hall from my room was laying with the door open and his cock sticking straight up. i sucked him for a few minutes and them left.

12. in the video room there was a nice hairy man stroking his cock. i started to suck him and he said he wanted to fuck my ass-nope. i continued sucking and we were joined by another man. the first man told me to suck the new man. i did and man 1 started to lightly slap my ass. they left together.

13. later in the video room black man form #9 was sitting there stroking. i started the kiss and feel tecnique again and we were joined my an older hung, very, very , very thick cock. the black guy started sucking him. after a bit thick man wanted to know if i wanted fucked. i said no-but asked the black man if he wanted fucked. we went to hung man's room and the hung man sucked the black man like nothing i had ever see. they were really enjoying it. the hung man leaned over and started stroking my cock. i shot another nice load. i laid and watched them for awhile and then left them to finish.

14. back in the steamroom there was a nice looking guy in his 20's. i sucked his cock for about 10 minutes, then left.

15. in the steamroom again there was a tall hairy man in the window stroking his cock. it was a nice position since he could be seen in the sauna as well. i sucked him for about 10 minutes and left.

16. laying in the video room an older man started sucking me. a bearish man sat beside me. the older man left and i started sucking the bear. he had a nice thick cock-though not long. he played with my nipples and my cock-i shot a nice load on his stomach.

17. i went into the room with the sling and there was a good looking, well built hairy man leaning against the sling. i approached him and started sucking his nice thick cock. we did this for awhile and then he positioned him in the sling. i rimmed his ass while he stroked. i started finger fucking him and took over sucking him. this went on for a good while as his moans increased. he shot a nice large on his chest.

18. the final scene started in the sauna. a long haired younger guy stared playing with his cock. i started sucking and told me he licked his nipples played with-hard. we went back to my room and kissed and made out. i worked his nipples and spanked his ass. he loved the pain. i worked his nipples and spanked him for a good while. he started sucking my cock and i lasted for a good while. eventually i shot a nice load in his mouth.

in addition to the above. i was able to view men stroking on their own, men sucking, men fucking...all very hot..



A Weekend Away



For a good friend

"Is Mr Foster here yet?"

The receptionist, pretty in an expensive way, looked up and nodded. The dreamy expression on her face was one she was used to seeing whenever Gregory was mentioned.

"He said for you to go right up." Was there a slight jealous tinge to her professional tones? Of course there was, again it was something she was used to. "It's suite 1995."

The key card was left on the desk just out of her reach and with a smile she hoped contained a sweetness she didn't feel she swept it up into her grasp.

The elevator attendant, tall, dark and handsome, touched his fingers to the peak of his cap as she requested the nineteenth floor and flipped open a metal flap on the controls before pressing the single button it concealed and smiling as they whizzed skywards.

No words were spoken during the journey but she knew she was observed as closely as she was observing. His smart white shirt amply emphasized his muscular chest and his tight pants left little to the imagination either. Her own black business suit and white silk shirt looked equally good she knew and the moments passed pleasurably until the lift jerked to a halt before the doors opened silently. Licking her lips as she left the elevator she winked, enjoying the smile she received in return. 

Suite 1995, at the end of a lushly furnished hallway, occupied the entire floor and she made her way quickly towards her goal. Enjoying the opulence now she was no longer under scrutiny she smiled to herself, wanting to giggle and then doing so.

'Troubleshooting Financial Consultant.' It was a good job title, saying a little or a lot depending on how well you knew its owner. She thought she knew him as well as anyone, and in many ways he was still an enigma.

Gregory Foster, tall, greying, with kind warm cerulean eyes, was as generous out of bed as he was in it. Her satisfaction had always come first. He was also Gregory Foster, tall, black haired, steely blue eyes, hard as nails, at the negotiating tables or between the sheets. The deal was everything, and he always got everything he wanted. 

The card slipped noiselessly through the slot and she heard the door unlock mechanically. Moving inside she looked around. The unlimited credit, the black Porche, the deftly passed £50 tip, or dazzling smile, all got him the best each and every establishment had to offer. In this case it was a suite of presidential proportions. Cream leather furniture, deep pile rugs on hard wood floors, original art on the walls. None of it mattered to her, at least not as much as the man asleep on one of the sumptuous sofas.

Slipping out of her blood red Jimmy Choos she padded across the room to drop to her knees in front of him. The jacket of his Saville Row suit was slung artfully across a nearby chair, his tie loosened so the top shirt button could be released.

Reaching up she ran a finger across the darkened outline of a nipple, smiling at the slight movement it caused in her companion. Again she repeated the action only this time her wrist was taken in a soft but determined grip.

"You are late." The eyes opened; twinkling, happy, and then he smiled. "I may have to punish you for that!"

She said nothing and he laughed.

"Of course, as that is what you hoped for, I could just ignore it, and see how that works."

She looked down, dark brown eyes suddenly finding the floor more than usually interesting.

"Come here, I've missed you."

Her lips were caught in a kiss before she could react. The roughness of his beard exciting her as it always did and fingers, resting in her hair, held her close. Their tongues duelled, dancing a passionate duet that neither wanted to stop. Gradually though, as both pairs of eyes opened, they moved apart.

"That's better. Don't like kissing Greek women when I can have you instead."

"Ahhh, yes, the fiscal deal of the century, well so far, were you successful?"

"I was, otherwise this would have been a lumpy mattress, two stained chairs and a room with a view of the motorway."

She laughed, he was an idiot, but only with her, and, not for the first time, she wondered at how total a change he was able to engineer to be the globally recognized figure the world of high finance knew and admired.

"So, we have the whole weekend and no one knows we're here, at least no one important. What would you like to do first?"

His eyes crinkled as part of his warm smile and held her own as she felt herself smile back.

"Could we have a little look around first? I'd also like to slip into something more comfortable as they say."

"Of course. I can refuse you nothing, you know that." He got to his feet and indicated with his hand that she should precede him. The lounge was bigger than the one she had at home, the flat screen TV the same. Soft jazz was playing in the background and she felt herself being pulled close as he began to gently dance with her.

By the time the music stopped she wanted it to continue forever. Her head felt so at home against his chest, his hand, warm against her back, gave her a security she seldom felt without him and looking up she spoke quietly.

"Thank you."

"You are very welcome, after you."

Once again she moved forward, this time entering the bedroom and hearing herself gasp.

The bed, an ornamental beauty that would have been equally at home in a room at Versailles, dominated the room and drew her towards it. She placed a small hand against the covers, her nails, the same blood red as her shoes, contrasting with the gold brocade.

"Wow."

"That was pretty much my reaction too. So, do you think we can do the bed justice?"

"Oh, I'm sure we can. Bathroom?"

In many ways the smallest room in each suite they stayed in was her favourite. She loved finding out what type of bath it had, whether they could both fit in it, whether the shower would accommodate them in the same way. Gregory's face relaxed into an excited grin and she knew the bed was just a taster of what was to come.

Double doors opened onto a room easily the same size as the previous room. Two sinks, ornate mirrors, and marble floors paled into insignificance as she took in the sight of the huge tub. A football team could probably fit in it, but it would be just the two of them and, by Sunday, she knew it would have been well used, and not only for keeping them clean.

"Beautiful. I love it."

"I knew you would. Now, whatever shall we do with all this space, all that bedding, all those mirrors?" His voice, suffused with pleasure because, she knew, he could see how delighted she was, warmed her and she turned.

"Oh, I'm sure we'll think of something."

Reaching up she captured his lips again, this time taking the lead and pulling him down towards her. A hand ran across the hard bulge in his pants, enticing, teasing, tempting and, hearing him moan against her, she moved back.

"My turn first, I think. Let me show you what I would do with the bed."

Nodding he walked back into the other room. He watched as she removed the beautiful gold brocade covers and then sat on the edge of the crisp sheets as she moved towards him. Slowly her fingers began to work at the buttons on the pure white silk shirt she wore. Unfastening and pulling, the material was soon billowing down into froth on the floor. Beneath it the white lace bra continued the tease. A faint hint of dark nipples would, she knew, have already caught his eye and as he licked his lips she reached behind her, releasing the fastening and letting it slide to the floor freeing her breasts. She lifted them before running a thumb across each nub; hardening and pulling it before letting them fall once again.

This time fingers worked on the fastening of her skirt. It too slid to the cream carpet beneath her feet; swiftly followed by a miniscule pair of briefs, garter belt and stockings.

Naked she moved a little closer, still not speaking, but running her tongue across her lips before resting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him backwards onto the bed.

"Yes, that is definitely something more comfortable."

"Shhh, I agree, but shhh." Sitting astride him she leant forward running a tongue across a nipple through the soft cotton of his shirt. The material clearing before her eyes to show the cinnamon disc she craved as it tightened and creased against the material. Dark hairs clung to the fabric as again she licked and then sucked at him, feeling hands in her hair once again as he kept her in place, before, with a gentle nip she raised her head and began again on the other side of his chest.

With a sigh she turned her attention to his lips, licking, sucking, nipping again before plunging her tongue into his mouth, invading, conquering, laying claim to all she could feel. She pulled him onto his side as the kiss grew more passionate and for minutes they did nothing more than pleasure each other in the simplest of ways. 

"You are far too well dressed for this you know." Her voice, husky now, broke the silence as her fingers began work on his shirt buttons. The tie, already loosened, was removed still under the collar, cufflinks carefully placed on the nightstand. The black pants were folded before being placed on the floor, the shorts and socks however, were discarded with far more haste.

Sexily, daintily, she ran her tongue over her fingers before beginning to gently play with his rock hard erection. The pre-cum glistened at the tip and she leant forward, her tongue flicking out to capture the nectar, which was quickly swallowed.

"Mmmm, you always taste so good."

"Why thank you. Do I get a chance to taste you yet?"

"Oh no, it is your pleasure we are concentrating on here. Now, I wonder, whatever shall I do with you?"

Getting up she walked away from the bed, leaving him stunned. His face, reflected in the mirror of the ornate dressing table, was a picture and she turned, smiling to reassure him.

Her return just a few seconds later was calculated to confuse. She held her suitcase in front of her body and then, just as it appeared he would speak, she crouched down opening the lid and hiding herself from his sight. When she stood up his confusion changed to arousal. In her hand she held a large, cream coloured, penis shaped, dildo. The tip moved back and forth between her breasts and, as she looked at him, she saw his own solid tool jerk in response.

The straps, which enabled her to wear the phallus, hung down across her wrist and she laid it on the bed just out of his reach before lying back down next to him.

"So, I think a room as opulent as this needs us to try something new, what do you reckon?"

He nodded, the excitement evident in his eyes and then, his voice a little croaky, he replied.

"Yes. Fuck me with your long hard cock, let me feel you inside me."

"Very well, lie back and relax. Let me get you ready." He did as he was told immediately and she smiled. They would switch between dominant and submissive roles many times during the weekend and, as his hands grasped the bed head, she began to relish her chance to not only be in charge but to also enjoy her first opportunity to take his tight, sexy arse.

Once again she straddled him making sure her pussy, already wet with arousal, rested over his cock. The heat of him as she rocked back and forth spurred her on and she felt herself tighten before pulsing and cumming all over the head of his dick.

She leant forward, her breasts resting against his chest as she kissed him, continuing the arousal she had begun before she left the room. His hands reached up, grasping her tits, playing with the nipples, before he pulled her forwards to suck one soft globe into his mouth.

She continued to move back and forth against him, moaning as the sensations enveloped her, his cock and his tongue moving her closer and closer to another orgasm.

"Fuck me, Greg." Her movements speeded up and she grasped his cock pushing it inside her. She rode him, hands against his chest, as her breathing became laboured. Her breasts bounced and her head rolled back. She ran her fingers into his chest hair, searching for and finding his nipples before she shuddered and cried out.

"Yes, cumming, baby, God, Greg, ohhh, ohh, yes, yes, yes!" Still shuddering she flopped forwards, her head once again finding its home on his chest. She gripped hard to his tool, not wanting it to leave her just yet and he, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across her back, tried to oblige.

Finally, after her breathing began to calm, she looked up. 

"How do I ever let you leave me?"

He kissed her forehead.

"Don't talk about it, not now. I want you, fuck me, baby, please."

Nodding she pushed herself upright and then slid off the bed. The black straps were soon snugly around her ivory skinned hips and the eight-inch monster was being held just in front of his lips.

"Suck it, feel what you are going to take from me."

"Yes, mistress." Rarely, so rarely, did her call her that, but she revelled in it. He would be at her mercy and they both knew it.

"That's it, take it slowly." She carefully pushed, resting it against his tongue and letting an inch at a time disappear into his mouth.

When finally he gagged she moved back.

"Again."

Doing as she was bid, she moved a little quicker, until, at last she was fucking his face and he was taking it all.

"Well?"

"Well, a real cock feels nicer, but you don't have one of those, and I want this so badly with you."

"Turn over, baby, and get on your knees."

The creamy cheeks, so smooth, so sexy, faced her and she leant forward, kissing and sucking at them as she heard him moan in pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?"

"You know I do, more, please, do more."

Again she began, kissing, licking, and sucking, until gradually she worked closer and closer to her target. Parting his cheeks with her hands she moved until her tongue rested against his skin. The puckered entrance pulsed as she touched it and he moaned again.

"Yessss, yesss, fuck, yes."

Running her tongue along his crevice she began to lubricate, to tease. She pressed her tongue against his opening and then backed off repeatedly, until finally, she was taken in easily. Revelling in the dark taste, she began to move forward again before holding his cheeks apart to retreat, laughing at the groan her actions caused.

"One finger, baby, let me in."

It was an easy journey and soon, to her delight, he was ready to turn over and let her fuck him.

She ran a lubricated hand over the cock, watching his face as she did so. His eyes, dark with lust never left the action and a hand stroked his own cock while he pulled at a tight nipple and then grasped his thighs pulling himself up and open for her.

"Your pace, baby, tell me if you want to stop."

"No, God, no, please, don't stop, fuck me, please."

She pressed forwards, resting the head against him and then pushing gently. He opened for her, taking her in almost an inch before tightening and gasping.

"Oh, fuck, slowly, all the way, slowly."

She did as she was told. This was a first for both of them, she had never fucked another man and was totally in his hands.

"There, all of me, you have the whole thing."

"Now do it. I want to be fucked so bad, I want to cum for you, baby."

"Play with yourself then, while I fuck your sweet arse." She began to pull out, making sure she kept just the head inside. His hand grabbed the warm flesh she loved so much and as he began to jerk himself off she pushed back inside.

Again and again she moved, the rhythm easily set and then she leant forward, changing the angle to a cry of delight from him. Their lips met and as she kissed him passionately she felt his hand speed up.

"Want ... need to cum, baby."

"Really?" She paused, the cock half way into his tight passage as she did so. "How much? Tell me, baby, how much do you want to cum?"

"Oh, God, please, I want to cum so bad."

"No, I don't think you do, not yet." The cock slid into him and he threw back his head, a hand running through his hair as he did so.

"Please, mistress, you fucking my arse, me cumming, I want that so bad. Let me show you, let my spunk shoot for you, we can taste it together, share it, please."

His hand moved faster over his own cock and then, as soft fingers slowed his progress she spoke again.

"Let me hear you, baby, tell me when it is happening, want to see you shoot for me."

He nodded, his hand once again beginning the wank that would release all his saved up cum. He felt it grow in his fist, felt the throbbing, the tightening of muscles around the cock in his arse and then, crying out her name he begged again.

"Cumming, please, mistress, fuck me hard, let me cum for you."

She grasped his hips and pressed forward as far as she could. Over and over she moved, pushing him up the bed as his hand sped over his cock, his body sheened with sweat and then his back arched.

"Now, fuck, I'm cumming now, ohhhh, god, now, yes."

Spunk shot out of his cock, it pulsed and arced, landing across his chest, catching his beard, his lips, before running down over his hand, stringing out between his fingers as his body convulsed with the spasms of his climax.

She stopped moving, watching in wonder at what she had helped do. Finally, as his body seemed to come to rest, she pulled out, quickly discarding the harness and leaning over to clean him, licking at the cum on his chest first before capturing the thick strands on his abs and hand. Once she had it all she looked up, smiled and then kissed him, transferring it to his mouth before watching as he swallowed it down.

Again they kissed, the taste of him exciting her and then he smiled.

"Thank you. Tomorrow, I promise, I will make you cum until you beg me to stop, but now, sleep, I really need to sleep."

"Then that is what we will do next." She kissed his lips gently, chastely, before once again resting her head against him. All the splendour, the luxury, no longer mattered, not when his shoulder was hers for the taking. Her eyes closed as she surrendered to the tendrils of sleep that were stalking her, a smile she couldn't suppress still on her lips and a satisfaction in her heart she hoped would never end.