by T. S. Hill
Waking with that beautiful woman in my arms, I had never felt so alive, so complete, and so totally confident of what I needed to do. I lay still for a few minutes, and watched Lori sleep, studying all of her beautiful features, that she so talentedly uses to convey so much of her feelings to me. Quietly admiring her perfect and total beauty, I was simply in awe that this woman, that I had come to know, was even more beautiful than her body itself. When her eyes blinked awake, I felt a true happiness at having her consciously with me again. I realized that I had missed her while she was asleep. Giving her a squeezing hug, I kissed her lightly on the lips. “I’ve got something to tell you.”, I whispered to her.
Smiling, she asked, “What is it Cowboy?”
“I love you.”, I told her.
She smiled even bigger, and replied, “I love you too.”
“But, that’s not exactly all of it.”, I continued. “Annabella Loretta Parsons, I’m in love with you. I can scarcely remember my life before you came into it, and I can’t even conceive of my life without you.” She pulled me to her, and kissed me, slowly, deeply, and passionately.
When our kiss broke, we both pecked at each other with several little lip kisses, then she spoke, “Cowboy, if you couldn’t kinda tell from the last couple of days, let me just tell you now. I am completely, and totally, head over heels, in love with you.” She tried to kiss me again, but my big, uncontrollable, grin, made it the most awkward kiss we ever had. That awkward kiss was okay though, because it created a beautiful memory between us, that we still talk about.
Snuggling into my chest and hugging me tightly, she said, “Yesterday, in the park, just before I went down on you, and I told you, I love you? That wasn’t exactly all of it either, but I thought, that maybe you got it, but maybe not, huh?”
“Sweetheart, I’ve got it now!”, I replied.
“We’ve both got it now Cowboy!”, she gleefully sang out, while squeezing me even tighter. “We’ve got it!” I laughed a happy laugh, at nothing in particular, I was just gloriously happy, and I knew that she was too.
After we lay together for a while longer, holding and gently stroking each other, I asked Lori, “Who gets to pee first?”
“I do!”, she quickly quipped back, “I’m on top!”
As she crawled off the king-sized bed, I joked, “Oh, so that’s how things are going to be decided today? Who’s on top?”
“No! Just who pees first!”, she called back to me, as she trotted through the bathroom door. When she came back, she had left her robe in the bathroom, and at the full sight of her exquisite, naked body, my piss hard, or morning wood as it’s more politely called, got even harder. She sat on the side of the bed as I hurriedly strode toward the bath room.
At the sight of my full erection, she made a “Mmmm!” sound and asked, “You coming back to bed Cowboy?”
I turned, and pointing to my hard cock, asked her, “What do you think?”
“I think I’ll be here waiting for you!”, she growled back seductively with her eyes half closed.
As I rushed through the bathroom door, I quipped, “I’ll hurry!”
Relieving my bladder pressure immediately reduced my erection to half-staff, so when I returned to the bedroom without my robe, my cock was swinging with a swagger. As I walked across the room and took a peek through the window curtains, from under the fluffy bed covers where she had snuggled, Lori whistled a long wolf whistle.
“You wanna fuck or order breakfast?”, I questioned.
“Well that’s just fucking romantic!”, she playfully chastised me.
“Then which?”, I quipped back at her, as I turned back toward the bed.
Ducking her head under the thick covers, her muffled voice shouted back at me, “Both!” I dove back on the bed, with both of us giggling and laughing, as I wrestled with her from on top of the covers.
Each time we had sex, it was different. This morning, it was fun sex, as we explored and teased each other at the edges of the new, and wider, perimeters that our relationship had found. We played at it, nipping and tickling each other, and our sex play was punctuated with shrieks, moans, and laughter, as well as giggles, groans and grunts. We fondled, stroked, licked, nibbled, bit hard, ass smacked, pinched, and prodded, as we tumbled, rolled, wrestled, bounced, and crawled over each other. In the end, we had disjointedly separate climaxes, at probably five minutes apart.
Both of us, and the sheets, were splotched, smeared, and splattered, with saliva, pussy juice, and cum, and we relished in it.
Afterwards, we held each other tightly as we waited for our breathing and heart beats to return to normal. As that happened we began telling each other how in love we were, and the commensurate hugging, kissing, and caressing, had the effect as it sometimes will, and soon we found ourselves engaged sexually once again.
This time, we kept it simple by confining our movements to where it began, in what I imagine most people call a missionary position. Our action didn’t last as long as the first time, but her orgasm was even stronger the second time around than the first. Mine was a little more subdued, and since it went where it was meant to go, this time was not nearly as big of a mess, on us, or the bed.
Eventually, we climbed from the bed. And, we continued our togetherness by showering together, and washing each other like we had done the previous morning, only minus the anal sex, this time. And yes, if you must know, even though we weren’t having anal sex, we still washed each other’s ass holes. It just seemed like the natural thing to do. If that bothers you, then I’m sorry. We both enjoyed the intimate giving, as well as the receiving.
As soon as I had phoned in our breakfast order to room service, I called the front desk and requested a change for the bed. Lori was horrified that a maid would have to strip our sheets from the bed, so we stripped them off and stuffed them into one of the pillow cases, and then folded the blanket and comforter.
Even before breakfast arrived, we were dressed in clothes that we had brought from the trunks in the barn. Lori had hung up the dress that she got from Allie, and then stood admiring and stroking it.
“This is a beautiful dress!”, she said, drawing a finger down the length of the garment’s skirt. “Your sister is such an elegant woman, with such a natural refinement. She instinctively knew what to pick off the rack for me. It matches my personality, compliments my body type, and skin color, and accentuates my assets, just perfectly! And, she just took one look, and knew. That’s an amazing talent Cowboy. You know?”
“She took after our mother.”, I replied. She looks like Mom, moves like Mom, and thinks like Mom. Sometimes when she starts getting on to me, and fussing over me, I think she’s Mom reincarnated.”
“Your Mom must have been quite an amazing lady then, Cowboy.”, she observed.
“She was.”, I responded. “Quite a lady.” The dress shop was Mom’s. She was Lady Jean. Allie was under her skirts from the time she was crawling, and was always there with mom in the shop. When Mom died, she left the shop to Allie. Now, she doesn’t have a daughter of her own to follow her, so she tries to mother me. I don’t mind it, mostly. It’s good to have someone care about you, unconditionally, like she does.
That fuck head Steve, needs to get his shit together and marry her. He’s good for her. She’s good for him. Somebody needs to commit! Anyway.”, I said standing and stretching. “Where’s our breakfast?”
“Your sister is a special person, Cowboy, you need to keep her close. “I’ll cherish this dress as long as it lasts.”, she said, caressing the dress a final time, before turning back toward me. When she turned, there were tears in her eyes.
“Lori! What’s wrong?”, I exclaimed.
“It’s okay, Cowboy.”, she said. “I’m feeling a little sad, and a little happy too, and both of them are making me cry.”
“What’s making you sad, Sweetheart?”, I queried.
“I’m missing my Mom. I know you and Allie miss your mom too. And, as long as you guys have each other,
you need to stay close, and be there for each other. All my family’s gone Cowboy, and I haven’t really had anybody that actually cared for me, until you came along.”
“Mom’s friends that took me in after she was killed, they were good to me, really good. But, that’s not family, you know? You’re all I got Cowboy, but I got you! And, that makes me so happy, happier than you’ll probably ever know, but I plan on showing you how much you mean to me.”
“I promise you Cowboy, I’m going to love you in every way that a woman should love a man. You’re going to be the most loved man in the world, and I’m never going to let go of you! And, that’s why I’m crying too. Because loving you, and having you love me, makes me so happy, that it makes me cry.”
As I crossed the room to take her into my arms, tears were streaming down her cheeks. I hugged her and held her close, and she clung to me, like she meant to never let me go. And, she may never have, but room service arrived and one of us had to answer the door.
“I hope waffles and fruit spread are okay.”, I commented.
“Sure!”, she responded. “As long as there’s coffee this time!”
“Got juice too!”, I said.
We were just starting to eat, when the housekeeper knocked. I let her in, and explained that the linens were all bagged up in the pillow case. “We spilled something.”, I explained. Housekeepers must get a lot of that sort of thing, because she seemed nonplused by the explanation. While she was there she also gathered up the used towels, and left fresh ones. I tipped her generously, but that didn’t seem to impress her either, although she did politely thank me.
After the housekeeper had left, and I returned to the table, Lori spoke up, between bites of waffle, “I assume that you paid for two nights, so that we could sleep in, but what time do you want to leave today?”
“You’re getting to know me pretty well, Sweetheart, but I haven’t decided on a time. I thought we would get our next moves figured out before we hit the road again. I also need to go through the contents of that file box to be sure everything that I need is in there.
What we picked up in Oklahoma City was all Milinni evidence. This box is supposed to be the evidence and documentation that will clear me, of all the things that Milinni had me framed for. Further, I’m hoping the evidence will show the trail of the framing right back to Milinni. But either way, I need to know if what’s in that box will definitely resolve that issue, before I go any further toward New Orleans.”
“Take your time.”, she offered. “I could really get used to this place! What a room!”
“I imagine that it will take at least a couple of hours to go through the file box.”, I explained. “Can you watch TV or something while I work? I’m going to order up some extra juice, would you like anything else?”, I asked.
“Yeah, a little extra juice, to keep the whistle wet will be nice.”, Lori responded. “Hey! I still haven’t opened my present from the mall!”
“Actually.”, I quickly jumped in, “Since you’ve waited this long to open it, why don’t you wait just a little while longer?”
“Why?”, she asked.
“I have my reasons.”, I answered. “Timing is everything, and I think the timing will be better, later on.”
“Cowboy.”, she called my name, with her voice rising, and cocking her head slightly to the side. “What’s going on? What are you up to?”
“You know I’m not going to tell you that.”, I said laughing. “But, do me a favor? Wait? For me? Please?”
“Okay, Cowboy.”, She said chuckling and smiling. “You know I can’t refuse you! And besides, this air of mystery you’ve added, just makes the anticipation more fun. So, timing is everything huh? That gives me something think about. Got any more clues?”
“Nope.”, I quipped back. “Just that it will be a surprise, and I think that you’ll really like the whole, um, thing.”
“So.”, Lori began, faking an overly serious and puzzled look on her face. “Timing is everything. It will be a surprise, and you think that I’ll really like the whole, um, thing. That’s not a lot of clues to go on there, Cowboy, but I’ll think on it. Will the TV with the volume low, bother your work?”
“Not at all, Sweetheart!. Be my guest!”, I answered.
I kinda already am, Cowboy.”, she said giggling as she stepped toward the bed room area.
And hour and a half, and a quart of grapefruit juice later, and I was satisfied that I had overwhelming evidence to clear myself of any and all of the messes that Milinni had tried to frame me in. Having all the proof I needed, right in front of me, gave me a renewed confidence, and once again, my mind started working in an offensive mode, a complete switch from the defensive pit that my head had been in for the past six months.
I still needed to review the evidence summary and opinions that Steve had put together from the overload of paper, pictures, vids, and wire recordings that I had left with him months ago. To do that, I either needed to buy a cheap laptop computer, or visit a public library, where I could access the microchip relayed to me at Wasserman’s by Al. The actual evidence pieces now rested in the vault of First Relational Bank of Oklahoma City, where Steve had placed them as he finished reviewing them. Having a former prosecutor for my attorney was definitely a plus.
What the chip contained was Steve’s assessments, summaries, and opinions, of the order, and how, the evidence could be presented, to prove cases against Milinni and his key henchmen. Once I could review the contents of the chip, and if it looked positive, I would give Steve the go ahead to forward the same, along with copies of the evidence, to the federal task force that had contracted with me.
Then, once I forwarded to Steve what I had in hand to clear myself from being framed, we would repeat the process. He would review it, write an assessment, summary, and opinion, and get it back to me for my approval.
I was going to need to copy a load of documents, or either photograph them, and then get them to him by email. After thinking about it, I decided to try to save a little cash by buying a cheap digital camera, and using a public library.
When I walked into the bedroom to let Lori know that I was finished, she was laying naked on the bed on her tummy, turned toward the TV, her face in her hands, propped up on her elbows, with her legs spread, and bent at the knees, her feet suspended in the air above her beautiful tanned ass. There were now only a few hints of the redness brought on by Monday’s stinging passion of the riding crop.
Those pink tinges across her smooth bottom, reminded me of the gutsy way that she had demanded that I release my own internal restraints, and use her passion, past boundaries of abuse, so that our copulation became a completely, unrestrained encounter. When we both had unleashed our orgasms in those saddles, there was no holding back, and no denial of the control that each of us had relinquished to the other.
Rising from deep within, I could feel the same stirrings surfacing. It had only been a couple of hours since our second sexual episode of the day, but with the view that she was providing me, I could already feel the groin of my jeans tightening.
“Are you into a movie?”, I asked Lori.
“Just something I that I’m watching while you work.”, she nonchalantly replied. I climbed up on the bed on my knees and bent over, placing a kiss on her left ass cheek. Placing my right hand on her right cheek, and gently brushing my hand over its smooth skin, in circular motions, I placed another kiss, to a different spot, on her left ass cheek.
“I’m finished.”, I said.
“Really?”
“Yeah, just now.”
“How did it turn out?”, she asked, turning her head to look back at me.
“Better than I expected. So good, in fact, that I’m changing my strategy.”
“How so?”, she asked, twisting her body to look up at me. I leaned forward and touched her lips with mine, before sitting back on the bed, smiling. Lori sensed that something was up, and turned off the TV remote, then sat up on the bed facing me with her le
gs crossed. “Talk to me Cowboy.”
“I’ve been on the defensive with Milinni for the past six months, since he caught on to me, and set me up to take the fall for a bunch of trumped up bullshit. I’ve stayed on the dodge and run, almost constantly, while I pulled together everything that I thought might help clear me. As it turns out, I did a better job than was even necessary. I still can’t pin him for setting me up, but I’ll be cleared.”
“That’s great cowboy!”, she said in a happy perky tone.
“Oh, that’s just the half of it!”, I replied, grinning.
“What else?”, Lori asked with her eyes wide with excitement.
“It’s nothing big. I’ve just had a change of attitude. Having what I have in hand now, and being where we are, without that son of a bitch having a clue how to touch us, let’s me think in a whole different frame of mind. From here forward, my game changes from a wholly defensive strategy, to a majority offensive strategy.
By the time we bring that low life, son of a bitch, to the bar of justice, he’ll be out of his mind, spent resources he can’t afford, and may have had a heart attack, or stroke, from sheer rage! You wanted to ruin him Lori? We’re going to totally fucking ruin him! Once we’ve taken enough out of him to defeat him, well then, we still have to answer the bigger question. What do we do with him then?”
Lorie looked down at the bed comforter and said, “Yeah, I’ve thought on it, and still don’t have something that would be, both workable, and satisfactory, to both of us. But, I’m not giving up. It’ll work out Cowboy. I know it will somehow. We just don’t see it yet. But we will! I just know we will.”
“We’ll certainly keep trying to get there, Lori.”, I responded taking her hands in mine. “And we’ll keep trying together.”
“Yeah. Together’s the key Cowboy. It has to be together.
“Meanwhile!”, I said, trying to lighten up, “I have an odd shopping list! You wanna go?”