Sophie's Journey: A steamy adult romance (Eternal Flame Book 1)

by A. J. Milton

  We clambered and walked down the hill to our bikes and cycled back to where we could get down off the high moor and onto the cycle path and countryside below. Twenty minutes later we found a pub and stopped for a snack and a cool drink. And an hour later we were back at the hotel, locking the bikes up and stopping to freshen up.

  “Still happy to go walking this afternoon?” I asked Sophie.

  “Oh yes, it’s such a beautiful day, and the weather looks good.”

  ~ Sophie ~

  He drove us to a place called Lydford Gorge, which is a deep valley of ancient woodland with a river at the bottom.

  He said, “I warn you, although it’s only a few miles walk it feels like a lot more, as it is all up or down. You won’t see very much flat and smooth for a while!”

  “OK old man, if you can handle it, I think I can,” I teased.

  “Damn,” he said. “I don’t have my cooking slice with me today, so I’m just going to ignore that comment.” We both laughed. Hmm, the memory of my hot spanked butt and him taking me afterwards was still fresh in my mind.

  It was so completely different from the wild open hills and rugged moorland of this morning’s trip. We started at the top of the valley, but I couldn’t even see the bottom because it was hidden in the forest. Here we were enclosed by tall trees and the valley was so steep that the paths wound along like alpine roads. I could see the top of a tree right in front of me and yet the foot of that tree wasn’t even anywhere near the bottom of the valley. Every now and then there would be tantalising hints as views between the trees opened up and I could see little streams cascading down to the river below or flashes of the bottom of the valley as we got gradually closer. The sky almost vanished as we went further down into the trees and there were the distant sounds of running water and a gentle aura of peace and tranquillity from the ancient woodlands. It took us a good hour of walking along the zig-zag path to get from the top of the gorge to the bottom.

  Finally, we came to the river at the valley floor. The water was crystal clear running through the ancient stones of the river bed. Looking back up it was hard to see the top where we had started, as we were now hundreds of feet lower. It was such a beautiful, peaceful and timeless place. I hugged Alex and kissed him deeply to show my appreciation. Another group of walkers gave us a dirty look for such an overt display of affection in the middle of the pathway, but we didn’t care.

  It was a lovely walk deep in the gorge, alongside the river, which led to a beautiful cascading waterfall. The bubbling sound of the running water and the cool fresh smell of the forest had a timeless quality. After a while, I realised that what goes down, will have to go back up again. Ha, but I’m young and fit. The route we took back up was quite different. Instead of the gentle path running through the trees, we were climbing up the actual rocks along the side of a narrow part of the gorge. It was almost all uneven over the solid granite, but there were metal handrails bolted into the rock to assist. By the time we reached the top of the valley again my calves were burning with the exertion. Maybe not quite that fit after all! But he also bent over and rubbed his legs which made me feel less of a wimp.

  “Not a bad workout as well as a lovely walk!” he said.

  There was a café near the entrance so we stopped for a coffee and welcome rest. We discussed the day so far and how the landscape had hardly changed for thousands of years, apart from the loss of more forest. I have always loved the outdoors, but as I grew up in a semi-suburban area, I had rarely spent that much time in the real open countryside. I was starting to realise what I had been missing and how much I wanted more. Alex told me how he had grown up in quite a small village surrounded by farmland and close to some large hills. For many years when he was working and living in towns and cities, he had missed that freedom and space to roam. But now he made sure that he kept alive that connection to open spaces. I rested my head on his shoulder and squeezed his hand. I love him and the things we do together, and he has helped to open my eyes to the world in new ways. I felt him helping me to grow as a person, with his sharing and encouraging manner.

  By now the afternoon was nearly over and there were clouds and a hint of rain in the sky. We returned to our hotel and took turns showering after the active day. We curled up on the bed together in our dressing gowns and watched the news on the TV and relaxed quietly before dinner.

  OK Sophie, prezzie time, I remembered, shortly before dinner. I went to my bag and got the two, little gift wrapped packages for him. I explained to him that these two little gifts were something very personal from me to him. I passed him the first package which he took with a delighted look on his face. It contained a small memory stick.

  I explained, “I made a couple of playlists of my favourite music on there for you. One is soft and slow, and the other is hard and fast. I hope you like it…”

  “Oh, great! I know we like a lot of the same stuff, and it will be wonderful to listen to your favourites. Thank you so much!” And he hugged and kissed me.

  I passed him the second little package and held my breath. He opened it and found the small tube of lube that I had obtained. He smiled but looked slightly questioningly at me. I could read his thoughts… We don’t need that, we both get wet enough! Aha, but he hadn’t quite figured it out.

  So, I took a deep breath and held his hand and said, “My other special personal gift to you tonight is my anal virginity.” His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. “I decided that I really did want to feel you everywhere, and so… that’s what it’s for!”

  “Little darling, I really don’t know what to say. I wasn’t expecting that!”

  I could see the love and the desire in his eyes. And as there really wasn’t much else to say at that moment, I threw myself into his arms and let him kiss me hard and passionately. We stayed making out (without going too far!) on the bed for half an hour or so. And then we disengaged to dress for dinner. I had one more birthday surprise for him. I slipped into the bathroom and came out wearing the classic ‘Little Black Dress’. And of course, on my tiny frame that is an incredibly accurate description. I even had semi-formal shoes with slight heels which were pretty rare for me.

  He just looked at me in stunned silence. I still had plenty of tan left from our holiday in Egypt, so the black mini dress with my tanned skin and ash blonde hair and a simple gold chain around my neck was pretty awesome, simple, killer fashion. I don’t normally bother about getting dressed up for anything much at all, but this time I wanted to look very special just for him.

  Dazed, he shook his head, “Just when I think that you are the most beautiful girl in the world, you go one better! You look totally stunning. For the first time in my life, I fully appreciate the true meaning of the word chic. You epitomise pure understated style.”

  I blushed and smiled shyly at him. “I don’t do this for just any man y’know.”

  We walked down to the dining room holding hands. There were three other couples and a family already seated and starting their meals. I must confess I was somewhat surprised but also quietly proud that we caused a bit of a stir. In truth, I think it was my little black dress that caused it. The family had a young boy around thirteen-years-old who spent the whole of his dinner surreptitiously ogling me. There was an older couple who looked a bit put out by my somewhat sexy appearance and the three inches of bare tanned leg that the dress showed above my knees. They muttered quietly to each other when we first arrived. The German ladies were also there, but the older one gave us a long look, and then smiled and nodded her head politely to me. Later in the evening, I saw them holding hands, so I imagine she felt a sense of kindred spirits with us as couples who were slightly less than conventional.

  But after a few minutes, I ignored everyone else and focused on my man. Alex was still looking at me in bemused delight and it made me feel good that I could please him and look nice for him. I can hardly recall what we ate that evening, although I do remember the wine was excellent. We talked about all so
rts from current affairs to computer games, and as usual, time just passed without us noticing.

  Back in our room he kissed me and gently ran his hands all over that little dress as if capturing in his mind the feel as well as the visuals. I undid the hook and then turned around to let him unzip me. He slowly and reverently removed the dress and laid it carefully down. He then noticed the tiny lacy black bra and panties that remained.

  “You continually amaze me,” he whispered.

  I undid the buttons of his shirt and ran my hands across his chest. I pulled the rest of his clothes off as fast I could.

  “I’m all yours Alex, my love,” I said as I put the little tube of lube on the bedside table. He slowly removed my undergarments and laid me down on the bed.

  “No rush, my little darling, let’s get relaxed before we enter new territory.” He lay between my legs and started kissing and licking me. It didn’t take long for his tongue to bring my first orgasm. He already understands my body so well!

  He asked me to lie on my side and he spooned up behind me. His cock was now very hard and he gently slid it from behind into my hot, wet, post orgasmic pussy. It doesn’t go in quite as deep in that position but it felt wonderful inside me. I was certainly warm and relaxed now. Then I felt some drops of lube on my bum and he slid one finger inside. I gasped at the feeling which was different but very sexy and nice. He moved his finger inside me and then added more lube. This time I was stretched even more. I guessed it must be two fingers this time. He moved them in and out of me firmly and the sensation was strange but pleasurable. And the gentle rhythm of his cock in my pussy was wonderful and familiar at the same time.

  He whispered, “Are you ready now?”

  And I replied, “Yes babe.”

  He pulled his cock out of my pussy and I felt him applying some lube to it. Then I felt it pressing at my puckered entrance. I felt my body resist slightly, but I willed myself to relax and think of his beautiful cock inside me, and then the head of it slipped inside. He paused for a few seconds and then pushed again. I gasped as it slid in another inch or so, and it felt so big and it stretched me uncomfortably. The feeling was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain but I didn’t want him to stop. It took another couple of pushes to get it completely inside me and then I felt totally filled.

  He held still and stroked my hair and whispered “OK?”

  “Different, but nice,” I replied.

  We lay still and gradually it felt almost normal. I started wiggling my hips very slightly and he began slow and gentle thrusts. As I relaxed, even more, it felt easier and he started thrusting a bit harder. The strange mixture of pleasure and discomfort returned, but although I noticed both sensations simultaneously, the pleasure was definitely the dominant feeling. I think I would still much rather have him in my pussy, but this was becoming quite enjoyable in an unusual way. I felt him getting closer to his climax, but I knew I wasn’t going to come this way. As if he realised that himself he reached down and stuck his thumb all the way into my pussy while his forefinger rubbed along my slit and my clit. I shrieked with a sudden amazingly intense burst of pleasure. Feeling him inside both of my holes and touching my clit all at the same time created a sudden storm of feelings. And when he rotated his thumb inside my wet pussy I could feel him touching his own cock through the thin sensitive walls of my two passages. Then my orgasm jumped up and thumped me. It was quite different from the slow toe curling ones he usually gave me, or the little mini ones I get in between. This one was hard and brutal but still intensely satisfying. As I felt all my muscles in both my holes clenching he groaned and I felt his cock jerk and his hips thrust as he came inside me. When we had both finished, he eased his cock gently out of me and cuddled me.

  “So how was that for you?” he asked.

  “Yes, like I said, it was very different but it was nice in a strange way and quite intense. I would still much rather have you in my pussy, but I’m more than happy to try that once in a while.”

  He just smiled and said, “Thank you, it was very nice for me and all my birthday treats were totally wonderful. In fact, I think it is has been the best birthday ever!”

  “Actually, for me it was two firsts today. This morning was my first ever deep throat, and now my first anal tonight. So officially you have been into every part of my body that is humanly accessible. Now I am totally yours”, I giggled.

  “Oh. My. God,” he breathed. And then we held each other tight and kissed again softly and lovingly.

  ~ Alex ~

  Saturday morning, we went cycling again. This time we explored some of the local villages and the winding country lanes. It was somewhat cloudy to start with and we got caught in a brief shower, but we sheltered under some trees and didn’t get too wet. We stopped in a bakery and café for an early lunch and then cycled back to the hotel, where we washed and then packed. Sophie needed to catch up on some studies so we were going to drive back to my house that evening. Then she would be able to go back to Southampton on Sunday morning.

  The lady who was the hotel manager or owner checked us out, and I thanked her for a pleasant stay. She was clearly not prejudiced against age-gap couples, so I assured her that we would stay there again, next time we came to the area. With the car and the bikes all loaded, we set off.

  The weather had brightened up and the sun was now quite hot, so we decided to make the most of it by going for a nice walk before we left Dartmoor. I remembered a place where there was a nice walk along one of the tributaries near the river Teign. We drove to a village nearby and stopped for a coffee.

  As we left the café I said, “Let’s walk along the river bank for a while.”

  It was a tranquil place, surrounded by pretty woodland which followed the course of the river. I could see Sophie listening to the gentle chatter of the current flowing over the rocks. The bright sun shone through the gaps in the trees and reflected off the water. Birds were singing in the trees, and there were early Summer smells of grass and flowers from the nearby fields and hedgerows. There were a few other people around but overall it was peaceful and quiet. For a while, we behaved like small children, looking in the rock pools and playing ‘pooh sticks’ with twigs in the fast-flowing parts of the river.

  As we walked further, on one side of the river the bank rose quite steeply. A faint, barely discernible path seemed to wander upwards into the trees. We decided to explore it and turned off into the undergrowth and small trees of the hillside. The path crossed a tiny brook with a miniature waterfall and continued into a much denser copse of trees. We almost turned back but pressed on just a bit further, and were suddenly rewarded by a beautiful surprise. On the other side of the trees was an open clearing containing a big rocky outcrop with wide grass covered ledges that overlooked the river valley. The warm afternoon sun bathed the whole area in a gentle glow and soft shadows. Sitting on one of the grassy platforms, we enjoyed the tranquil atmosphere and the view from this vantage point. The faint voices of people walking down below by the river drifted up to us, but we couldn’t see them.

  “I bet this is a popular place with local young lovers, said Sophie.

  “You’re probably right, it’s very secluded and private,” I replied.

  “It sure is. Perhaps I can top up my tan with a bit of topless sunbathing,” she smiled.

  “If you expose your body, I’m not too sure about my self-restraint.”

  “Well let’s find out then,” she said as she pulled off her t-shirt.

  The next few minutes involved quite a lot of teasing, tickling, kissing, giggling and disrobing. All of a sudden I found myself unclothed lying on my back, gazing at the blue sky and fluffy white clouds, feeling the warm grass against my bare skin, and with my cock in the mouth of a petite woodland nymph. “Mm…. mm… nice,” she mumbled.

  “Don’t talk with your mouth full young lady,” I admonished, and gave her curvy butt a gentle smack. She rolled her eyes and gave me an aggrieved look. She very softly bared her teeth and
gave me a tiny nip of retaliation. Her eyes sparkled and crinkled in a lovely smile, even though her lips were otherwise engaged. After a couple of minutes, she sat astride me and eased herself unhurriedly down on top of my hardness. I will never ever get enough of that amazing feeling of being deep inside her.

  She leant forward and kissed my chest and licked my nipples, and then kissed my neck and finally her tongue was darting into my mouth. My cock was throbbing inside her, and the heat of the sun and the extra sensations of being at one with nature added a new dimension to our lovemaking.

  Sophie sat upright and gyrated her hips while squeezing my cock with her internal muscles. As usual, that caused my own hips to squirm and my cock to throb as her soft inner flesh squeezed me and caused such delicious sensations. I reached out to caress and gently massage her breasts and the firm little nipples that were now standing proudly. She raised her body slightly so that I could thrust into her and I started pumping my hard manhood in and out of her.

  “Oh yes, fuck me, deep baby,” she sighed.

  “Hold on tight,” I said as I grabbed her hips and rolled her over onto her back with my cock still inside her. I grabbed her legs and held them wide in the air. Then I thrust firmly all the way until the tip of my cock was touching the very end of her hot passage.

  “Oh yes, just like that,” she whispered. Again, and again I pulled almost all the way out and then pushed deep inside her so my cock felt the whole of her velvety pussy each time. I felt her shaking. “Keep going, keep going,” she pleaded. I was so close to coming but I held it for just a few moments longer until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

  “Sorry darling, Oh... I’m coming now,” I cried. She ground herself against me hard, as I ejaculated my hot cum inside her. For a moment, I thought I had failed her this time, but then she suddenly stiffened and dug her nails into my shoulders.