. One of the benefits of riding cross country is that you
build up pretty good strength, balance and coordination… which comes
in pretty handy at a time like this…
With your hand still grasping my engorged cock, my mouth is
covering yours. Our tongues probing, searching, exploring every
centimeter of each other’s mouths. Breaking away for a breath, my
tongue glides along your cheek. I reach your ear and circle it, the
tip of my tongue lightly running through the ridges and behind it. I
take your lobe, gently nibbling and sucking on it. You are rubbing the
head of my cock against your clit as I proceed down your neck, along
your shoulder, across your collar bone and up under your chin. Lower I
descend, between your breasts, then underneath and up along the sides.
Across your exquisite breasts, I continue until my tongue teases you
around the dark aureole of your nipples, never quite touching, but
pleasing you in a torturous way. Back and forth, nipple to nipple,
almost there, but not quite. Finally when I can no longer resist, I
take your left nipple into my mouth and gently suck on it. I tease it
with my teeth and flutter my tongue against it, eliciting a soft moan
from your lips and a firmer grip on my cock. I take your right nipple
between my thumb and finger, gently rolling it between as my mouth
continues with your left.
I allow my mouth to leave your breast and continue my journey
to paradise. My hands follow the curve of your torso, down your waist,
over your hips, as I slowly kneel, kissing and licking my way down
over your abdomen, along your pubic hair, neatly trimmed in the French
way with only a tiny triangle above and nothing over your lips.
Avoiding your pussy for the moment, I turn you toward the
wall, your back to me. My lips leave a hot trail along your beautiful
tight ass, my tongue runs along your crack and over to your other
cheek. I descend lower still along the back of your leg, lingering for
several moments behind your knee. I bend your leg toward me, running
my tongue along the back of your calf, across the sole of your foot. I
take each beautiful toe in my mouth, one at a time and suck on them,
running my tongue between them. Your moans of encouragement press me
onward.
I lower your leg and turn you to face me once again. Your legs
are parted in anticipation and my tongue travels slowly up the inside
of your thigh. Your hips are gyrating in anticipation, but I refuse to
be rushed. FINALLY, my mouth and tongue reach both our goals. Gently
at first, then with more pressure, my tongue touches your hard clit.
Around and around the tip of my tongue teases, stretching the
sensitive tissue surrounding your clit, and in doing so, stimulating
it.
I put one finger in my mouth, wetting it with my saliva.
Easily, I insert it into your pussy as I continue to lick and suck on
your clit. In and out I slide it, hooking the tip of it to caress
your G-spot. Your response, “Oh, God,” is encouraging. I remove it
and put it in my mouth so that I can taste you. Next I place two
fingers in my mouth and insert them both into you. Your moan is
somewhat more intense this time, “Oh, yes, oh my God,” and your hips
press against my lips. Again I remove them and taste you. Finally I
lubricate three fingers, slide them up inside you, hook my fingers and
press hard, directly on your tender inner spot. Your sharp cry of
pleasure, “OH, SHIT, OH JESUS GOD,” tells me I have found the perfect
pleasure spot. I continue to massage inside you and to suck and lick
on your clit at the same time. Within moments, your hips are bucking,
“I’M GOING TO COME!” your hands press my head between your legs “I’M
COMING NOW, OH GOD HERE IT IS!!” and you experience a tremendous dual
internal and external orgasm, “OH, JESUS, OH FUCK, GOD I WANT YOU IN
ME, PLEASE, PLEASE SHOVE THAT COCK INSIDE ME, OOHHHH
GGGGOOOOODDDDDDD!!!!!”
I stand, grasp your ass and raise you off the floor. I lower
you onto my cock as your legs wrap around my hips. I press you against
the wall of the shower as I thrust, hard and deep inside you. Faster
and harder, I feel my cock head touch your cervix with each thrust. In
this position, the top of my cock slides directly across your already
sensitive clit and soon we are both on the verge of an orgasm. Your
heels are against my ass, spurring me on like a stallion as I plunge
harder… faster… deeper… HARDER… FASTER… DEEPER… until…
.”OH, GOD, BABY!” I cry out, “OH, SHIT, YOU ARE SO FUCKING TIGHT AND
SO DAMNED HOT!! OH, GOD, I’M COMING… I’M COMING… I WANT TO FILL
YOUR TIGHT PUSSY WITH MY CUM… OH FFFUUUCCCKKKKK!!!!” I scream as my
orgasm over takes me. With one last hard thrust, I unload my gooey
load inside you. That last hard thrust brings you over the edge once
again as well.
We are finally driven out of the shower by a lack of hot
water. We each take a towel and begin to dry each other off…We step out of the shower, wrapping each other in soft, fluffy
towels. We leave the still steamy bathroom for the main room of the
cottage. It has gotten dark, so I switch on the small light next to
the sofabed. It casts a tiny warm glow in the room, leaving the
corners still in darkness. We slowly and leisurely dry each other,
stopping often to exchange kisses, or to caress body parts that look
particularly interesting.
When I remove your towel, I am quite surprised to find you
still at half-mast. “My goodness, what a pleasant surprise! I’m
certainly glad he hasn’t fallen asleep yet. I still have plans for
him. But first, I’m starved, and you promised me dinner. I’m going to
get dressed. I’ll be back in 20 minutes.” With that, I gather up my
clothes, drop my towel on the floor, and walk naked out the door, with
just a hint of an exaggerated wiggle, because I know you’re watching.
When I get to the house, I just can’t resist, I turn to face you,
stretch my arms up over my head, and wiggle at you. You laugh and blow
me a kiss.
I enter my bedroom and head for the closet. I bite my lip
softly as I decide what to wear. Finally selecting a dark blue chemise
dress, I leave the closet. I paw through my lingerie drawer, searching
for something special. My hand brushes against something smooth and
silky. I pull the satin teddy out and slip it on, turning in the
mirror to check myself from all angles, running my hands down my sides
to smooth the fabric. Satisfied, I head into the bathroom. I pull my
hair up into a loose knot on the top of my head, curling the tendrils
that escape with my finger. A light dusting of powder across the tops
of my breasts, a dab of perfume at the base of my throat, a bit of
lipstick, and I’m finished. I head back into the bedroom to slip on
the chemise. Back downstairs, I grab my purse and keys, and head back
to the guest house.
You are ready when I get there, waiting for me on the sofa.
You stand as I enter the room, a sexy little smile on your lips. I
smile back, my eyes running from the white polo shirt, stretched
tightly across your chest and biceps, down to your incredibly tight
jeans. “Mmmm,” I say in appreciation, “yes, a suitable dinner
companion, without a doubt. Shall we go?”
“In just a minute,” you answer, pulling me into your arms.
“You know, I thought you were cute when I saw you on that tractor,
wearing that ratty old t-shirt and those cutoffs. But now I know
better, you’re beautiful.” I blush a bit, and give you a tender kiss
as thanks. The soft touch of your lips to mine chases all thoughts of
dinner away. There is no hunger except the one we’re developing for
each other yet again. I reach up and caress your neck as your hands
reach into my hair, searching for the combs that are holding it up. I
hear them clink as you toss them onto the table, and feel my hair
fall, soft and still damp from the shower, against my shoulders.
I kiss across your cheek, down your neck, and onto your chest
as I pull your shirt over your head. I feel your hands on my hips,
gathering my dress, preparing to pull it over my head. I unbutton and
unzip your jeans, then lift my arms. The dress is over my head in a
second, falling with a swish to the carpet. I hear your soft ‘Mmmm’ as
you admire me standing there in my teddy and heels. I push your pants
to your knees, uttering a soft grunt of surprise when I see that you
aren’t wearing any underwear. You step out of your jeans as you gently
sit me back down on the sofa, kneeling between my legs. You pick up my
left leg, stroking it as you place it on your shoulder. You do the
same with the right one. Your lips come down soft and moist on the
side of my knee and you kiss your way up my thigh, stroking the other
one with the back of your hand. I lift slightly off the sofa, and you
slide your hand underneath me, gently squeezing my ass as your lips
continue their travels down my other thigh. You slowly pull your hand
from under me, searching for the snaps at the bottom of the teddy. You
find them and pull them apart, slowly folding the tail up onto my
stomach, leaving me bottomless in the soft shadows.
I can see by the smile in your eyes as you look up at me that
you are enjoying torturing me in this way. I want, need your touch and
your kisses so badly that I groan and move my hips a little, hoping
you will take the hint. You grin as you shake your head. “Oh, Rick…
don’t make me beg. Lick me, now, suck me, now, make me crazy, now…
please” I ask softly and with a slight tremor in my voice. I relax as
I feel you shift position, believing you would never really make me
beg, but that you would enjoy having me ask. You begin softly, teasing
me with just your lips, never taking your eyes from mine. As your
kisses get firmer and wetter, I can feel the wetness coming from me
yet again, slowly dripping and flowing downward. Your hand reaches for
my breast, caressing it firmly though the soft satin. It feels so
wonderful, I moan, close my eyes and arch forward into your hand.
I slide sideways on the sofa, pulling you with me. Your lips
and tongue feel wonderful on me, but I want you inside me so badly. I
pull your hips toward me, opening my legs wide, draping one across the
back of the sofa, placing the other against the coffee table. Your
lips come down on mine as you slip inside me, making me gasp in
pleasure. I taste myself on your lips, which makes me moan again.
Your tongue dances with mine as you slowly slide in and out of me,
your fingers brushing against my neck, tangling in my hair. My hands
are on your back, feeling the muscles flex with each firm stroke,
making me crazy. I feel the orgasm building already, I just can’t seem
to get enough of you. My stomach muscles tighten as I pull my legs
upward, putting my knees way up your sides, allowing you in even
further. “Ooh yeah, that’s how I like it baby. Bury that cock all the
way in me. Oh yes, oh God, I’m going to cum already… so fast…
oh… oh… ”
I groan loudly, burying my face in your neck as I go over the
edge, calling your name, and grinding against you. I look into your
eyes as I grab your hips, and pull you toward me, fucking you hard,
and wildly from underneath. I hear you groan, hear your breathing
change as you move closer to your own orgasm. I slow the rhythm,
intending to take you for all you are worth, as your mouth comes
crashing down on mine. We stroke hard, together, two or three more
times, and I feel you grow impossibly hard and tense inside me, as you
too, go over the edge. I feel the quick, hard thrusts as you begin to
come, and your ‘Oh God Cindy, Oh, Oh, Ahhhhhhh… ‘ drives me over the
edge again. We come together, loudly and passionately, for what seems
like forever. You collapse on top of me, exhausted and completely
spent, and we wait for our heartbeats to return to normal.
After a few minutes, I reach around and pinch you playfully on
the ass. “OK, this time, I really mean it. I’m famished. I think we’ve
both worked up an appetite.” We pull ourselves up, clean up a bit, and
get dressed again. Then, we head outside to the truck. When we reach
it, I stop, turn to you, and say “Well, I suppose it’s time for the
big question. Shall we put the bike in the back, or leave it here?”