by Ella Hilton
Cindy could actually hear the smile on his face. She was loving this. Her heart sang as she let herself relax and await his next move. The silence seemed to last forever. She could feel herself getting wet in anticipation. Cameron stood over her, marveling at her beauty. Watching her chest rise slightly with every breath. Her pink nipples straining to find something to touch them. He watched as her hips moved ever so slightly, knowing it was an unconscious movement, in the motion of making love. Cameron had always loved how Cindy would move during their love making. He had never been with a woman who was so in tune with him.... could move so perfectly with his movements.
He picked up the rose off the floor and dragged it across her abdomen, starting from her left side to her right. She shuddered. He put the rose petals between her breasts, waiting a moment, then dragging it down to stop short of soft red pubic hair. He then circled her nipples... first the left one.. then the right... He watched as she trembled. He ran the rose over her left thigh and down her leg, and to her foot... tickling the bottom of her foot. He laughed as she quickly drew up her foot, squealing. She slowly put her leg down and he moved the rose over her right thigh, repeating the same as he had done on her left leg.
"Spread your legs for me, love," he demanded in a soft, but firm voice. She did as told, and revealed to him her moist lips. Cameron groaned at the sight. He knew how excited she was, and to tell the truth, his will power was going thin. He closed his eyes and concentrated on numbers.... something he did to take his mind off of the immediate situation... so as not to "let things go too far". He opened his eyes and tickled the inside of her thigh with the rose. Then her other thigh.... then, her lips. Cindy squirmed and moaned. She was so close to orgasm, yet so far away.
Cindy was suddenly aware that nothing was touching her now. She held very still, trying to listen, trying to figure out where he was. She felt his warm hand over her right breast. He expertly massaged it, then taking the pink bud in his mouth, he sucked on it. Cindy's moans were getting louder, her hips moving almost frantically now.
"Oh, Cameron, Please... Please touch my pussy!" The words were out before she could stop them. He had warned her. Now, she knew she wasn't going to get any release anytime soon. In a flash, Cameron had immediately stopped sucking on her nipple. He stood back, his heart pounding, his need for her evident and standing proud. His hand was only an inch away from touching her soft folds when she had spoke. He wanted to touch her, but he had to keep to his promise. He watched as she laid there whimpering.
"Cameron! Oh GOD, I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking.... I....oh Cameron....I'm sorry!" She cried, breathlessly.
He stood looking at her. His passion returning to a normal level. Cindy could feel her hot spot throbbing, needing so badly to be touched. It would only take one touch to take her over the edge. Cameron walked around the bed, taking in the lovely vision. He knelt down at the bottom of the bed and kissed an inner thigh, then stood back up, reveling in her reaction. He walked to the side of the bed, sat down beside her, and brushed the hair from her face. He took her chin in his hand and kissed her gently, then stood again.
"You cannot imagine how beautiful you look right now, love." He leaned over her and breathed heavily over her belly, then blowing cool air to contrast the warmth.
Cameron couldn't stand to see her suffer any longer. He dove between her legs and went to work on her swollen lips and the prize that was between them. It only took seconds before Cindy was screaming out his name, her body responding to the manipulations Cameron was performing. He loved how she would squeeze her thighs together, locking him in. The satin ribbons restraining her wrists only heightening her passion filled orgasm.
Once she had calmed down, Cameron stopped kissing her clit and stood up. He watched his wife regain control of her breathing, and walked around the bed to untie her wrists. He removed her blindfold and kissed her nose. He was completely carried away at the light that was in her eyes when she looked at him, and the playful way her lips curved up when she smiled, drove him mad. His blood boiled from the intense wanting he had for her.
"Cindy, I love you. I love you more everyday. " Cindy was liquid in his hands. She never imagined she could love someone as much as she loved her husband.
"Make love to me, Cameron. Love me like there'll be no tomorrow," she whispered as she caressed his arm.
He pulled her close to him, and laid down on the bed, on their sides, holding each other, kissing, moving against each other. Some how, without even meaning to, they were joined. Their hearts and souls pulling together, their bodies instinctively knowing how to move to create the junction..
They moved in unison, his hardness filling her completely. Cindy rolled him over, remaining joined, and pulled her knees up to either side of his hips. She kissed him deeply and sat up. She looked around the room, noticing the breeze blowing beneath the sheets. She listened to the music playing softly, their wedding song. She breathed in the sweet scent of the candles, then she looked down to her husband, and began to make love to him like she'd never done before. This man, this wonderful, loving man, her husband.
With every thrust, the two celebrated their love once again. With every slight withdrawal, they clung closer to the edge of a united ecstasy. The two made love over and over again that night. If ever there was a pair more made for each other, it was these two. The Gods had granted them the gift of their own personal piece of heaven.
The End.
Tiffany
On a warm summer day out by the pool was a very sexy, and sensual young girl laying out in the summer heat. Her body was firm, and her skin glowed with the color of her bikini. Her tits were firm and her ass was tight as she walked across the platform. You could catch the glisten of sweat running down her inner thighs as she laid out with her legs slightly apart. Providing a sexy view of her crotch. I didn't swim much for fear of my hard-on showing through my swim trunks. I think part of the excitement was generated by her youthful spirit and looks. She was 5'8" with Brown hair that flowed down her back. Her breasts had to have been at least a Full C size. I loved the way her tits parted from the confines of her bikini top.
My bulge would get bigger. My cock ached from the pulsating feeling I started to have. To tease her I would jump into the pool and stroke my cock and then get out of the pool with a hard on hoping that would get her attention. I once thought that I caught a slight smile from her but I could not be sure. I laid down on my towel. I am 6'1" with short dark hair and blue/green eyes. My cock is about 7 inches when fully erect. I had a definite pole in my tent. About 15 minutes later Tiffany began to leave. She stood up and put on her T-shirt. It was a half tee, which showed off her slim waistline. She then stepped into her jeans shorts and without bending her knees she reached down to pull her shorts up. She bent over in front of me, and I nearly lost my sense of well being. She picked up her bag and headed to the women’s shower room. Knowing that evening was upon I headed out the door myself a couple minutes after she left.
To my surprise, she was just exiting the ladies room right before me. She had changed into a outfit that was probably sexier than her bikini. She had dawned a white buttoned up the front shirt from which the material hung off her tits, and a very short green satin mini-skirt. She wore heals that made her ass stand out from under her skirt.
She winked at me as she passed by me. "What was this," I thought to myself. Do I detect an interest on her behalf? She had the deepest eyes. I couldn't tell if those were "Fuck me eyes, or fuck you eyes," that she glared at me. As she walked away from me she motioned for me to follow her. I quickly sprang into action. She walked me over to the house across the way. She said, Hi...My name is Tiffany! Come on in. I saw you watching me. Did you like what you saw?" I responded yes. She asked me if I wanted to see more. When she talked her full red lips re-woke my cock to a polite salute. Come on in. My parents are away.
Now, I am 22 and I usually don't have a problem with parents, but this was a different matter. She sho
wed me to her room and asked me to sit down on the bed. She said with a smile, "I saw you looking at me and I appreciate you getting out of the water before me." I was still wearing my suit, which had dried by then with one exception. I had on a T-shirt too. She bent over in front of me like she did when she pulled up her shorts at the pool. My eyes widened when I noticed that she was wearing a pair of red satin thong panties under her satin green skirt. WOW! She stood up and asked me "Do you like my body?" I nodded a yes. I think.
She gently started to unsnap her buttons from her white blouse. Her nipples began to pierce through her shirt. She knew she was being a naughty girl. To my surprise she was wearing a white lacey bra and her nipples were hard as nails. I reached over to run my hands up her thighs. They were soft to the touch. She shivered at my slightest touches. I slide my hand up her satin skirt and felt her wet mound through her panties. She was already very moist. Almost oozing from her pussy. I reached up with both hands and curled my fingers around her panty strings. I gently slide them down from her ass. As they pulled off of her the crotch of her panties snapped from their moist inner chambers. I could smell her inner juices flowing from her. "You are a Bad Boy," she said. I just smiled and returned the compliment with a grin.
My next instinct was to turn her around and push up her skirt up off her ass. Exposing her mound from behind. I began to lick her ass and slide my fingers to her well-shaved pussy lips. Her pubic hair was soft and a light brown color. She dropped her blouse to the floor and I reached up to unlatch her bra. I also unzipped her skirt as it fell to the floor. She stood there before me with her pussy bare. She held her bra on as the straps feel off her shoulders.
She lowered her hands so her bra could fall from her breasts. My cock could not be restrained any longer. I stood up off the bed and she pulled down my swim trucks as I pulled off my shirt. I was naked and my cock stood there waiting to be invited in. She smiled and then began to lick down my chest. Slicing with her tongue down my body. She put her hands under my balls and put her full red lips over my shaft. She pulled off and licked the full length of the back of my ripe cock. She swallowed it again and this time she had her ruby red lips completely wrapped around my shaft. Ahhhh. She felt so good. She sucked until I was about to cum. She stopped and said, "not just yet." I knew right then, and there she was not new to this experience.
She laid down on her bed and began fingering her pussy. Slowing stroking her finger through her slit. Taking a little extra time at the top. Exposing her clit at times. The moisture pounded out from her juiced lips. I kneeled down in front of her and pushed her long legs apart. I lapped my tongue across her inner thigh as I headed to her creamy pussy. She let out a soft moan as I stroked her pussy with my tongue. The smell was inviting and I continued to eat her out as she flowed onto my tongue. She let out a soft moan. Her body began to quiver. My cock had to feel her from the inside. I pulled my cock into my hand and positioned it to her pussy lips. I slowly slid myself into her tight pussy.
She let out a louder moan. I started to pump my cock into her slowly but began to fasten the pace. Her moans grew louder and her gasps for air became shorter. Her tits as firm as they were could not hold back as they bounced from my thrusts deep inside of her. My cock swelled to new extents, and she began to shift uncontrollably. Her moans grew loud that I knew she was about to cum hard.
She said, "Fuck me harder so I can cum!" I began to fuck her as hard as I could, and sure enough her pussy began to pulsate around my cock. I began to feel a rush in my cock that I wanted to explode. I pulled out and shot my sweet hot juices onto her stomach and into her pussy. She began to massage my hot cum onto her tummy. Taking a taste of it into her ruby red lips. "Mmmmmm," you moaned as she sampled my hot cum. She reached for another sample. This time with her three fingers. She licked her fingers clean as my cum moistened her lips. The sun glistened in through the window making her lips shine with my cum. I laid down, spent, next to her. She whispered in a broken voice that we will have to do it again sometime. All I could manager was a sincere smile. :)
The End.
It's All in Your Head
My name is Kerr. In the spring of every year after the snow retreats to the high places, I walk into the mountains to peel away the layers of habit and sloth that have accumulated in my head during a winter of work. It's just an annual thing I do. Early this June I started from Cairn Lake with my life in my backpack and headed up, climbing west on the trail that followed Mine Creek. I planned to stay all week. Walking slowly and steadily, I tried to forget that I had a destination and just enjoy the sight of barren, knife-edged ridges flanking fortress peaks.
Rushing torrents crossed my track, noisily impatient with the lichen-covered boulders that frustrated their abrupt descent to the lake. The first night I camped at 10,300 feet under the dark shape of Mount Edloch beside an unnamed mountain tarn with a wizard island in the middle. The night was spectacular. Galactic clouds of starlight outlined the peaks. I felt as though I were looking out across the universe. The air was cold and dry and I crept into my bag and slept, drunk on the purity of the night.
The next day I went even higher, switchbacking up to Lyla Pass, a ridge of broken stone capped by one gigantic flat boulder that could only have been placed by some race of extinct Druid giants. At noon I sat upon the stone and ate my lunch, looking down into the Dendran Valley. Dendran was a magical place, ringed with peaks. Though the rest of the mountains might be icy cold, Dendran could be warm. Dendran had many small lakes, a chain of alpine jewels full of trout, but none had names because so few people came here. Guidebook hikers did not come. No trails were marked on pages. In fact I had never seen another person in the Dendran Valley in the three times I had walked here. I would be alone for the whole week in natural beauty and solitude and that's the way I wanted it.
The way down into the valley was across treacherous slopes of shifting talus, so I went slowly. Not until dusk did I reach the third and largest Dendran lake and set up my tent on its shore under lodgepole pines. I unpacked what I needed. My little stove roared to life and soon I was drinking hot soup and watching the last fiery rim of the sun glowing on Cloud Mountain, a black, cold, inhuman peak, the highest in this region. Tired and sore, I went to bed when the sun was gone.
The next day was warm and sunny. Without the need to carry my heavy pack I could wander the valley at ease. The meadows sparkled with pink and yellow wildflowers. I climbed up into a notch that held the highest of the lakes, really more a pond than a lake, found a sunny place on a gargantuan boulder and sat to watch what might appear at the water. I have always found it easier to see the inhabitants of the mountains by remaining still and letting them come to me. They did come. A pair of young male elk came to drink, as did a black bear investigating for berries at a boggy section of lake's edge. Fish jumped. The day got hotter and soon I removed my clothes, bunched them under my head as a pillow and stretched out in the sun. I fell asleep. When I awoke it was with a start, as though a black cloud had passed over the sun. I had a strong sensation that I was not alone, but when I looked about I saw nothing moving except a catspaw of wind on the lake surface. Groggy from sleep I rose to clamber down to the lake to wash my face in icy water and clear my mind. As I stooped to the
water, out of the corner of my eye I was sure I saw something move, but when I looked in that direction nothing stirred except some flycatchers dining on midges. After one has spent a year surrounded by people being truly alone takes getting used to.
I was sure my mind was playing tricks, creating imaginary people so it would not feel alone. The feeling that someone else might be watching me led me to want to put my clothes back on, but I denied that urge. No one was here. I could do as I pleased. I stuffed my clothes into my daypack and wandered off to another lake with nothing on but hiking boots. I'd teach my mind to be alone and try to catch some dinner.
It took awhile, but late in the day I caught two trout in quick succession and headed toward my tent.
I built a small fire, cleaned and cooked the trout immediately. No meal cooked in any city restaurant could ever compare with the taste of my dinner that evening. The happiness that had been missing in my work-shrouded life began to return and I felt more like the person I was meant to be as I ate those fish and gazed at the ring of mountains that surrounded me. Soon Cloud Peak again devoured the sun and the dry mountain air chilled quickly as darkness gathered. Clothes were put on again and I sat by the embers of my tiny campfire and watched the stars come out. I fell into a dream as I sat before the nearly extinct fire. My mind turned inward and unconnected images and memories played unceasingly in my dream. I let them go on without trying to understand them or stop them. Perhaps voices that had been obscured by my noisy civilized life were being heard in this mountain silence. Perhaps my mind was coughing up its untidy trivia. A real voice woke me.
"Good evening."
At the edge of my firelight stood a tall woman covered in a gray cloak. I jumped. I was so surprised I momentarily felt the urge to run away. Earlier I had been training myself to be alone but now that I was clearly not alone, I found it hard to deal with another person. I was dumbfounded and speechless.