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ALFRESCO LOVING
A collection of five stories
Edited by
Miranda Forbes
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Published by Accent Press Ltd
Digital Edition converted and published by
Andrews UK Limited 2010
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Copyright © Accent Press Ltd 2010
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The stories contained within this book are works of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the authors’ imaginations and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Welcome Spring
by Roxanne Rhoads
The air was still a little cool but the sun shown warmly down on Ardwinna’s upturned face. She looked to the sky, thankful that it was a clear and beautiful pre-spring day. Too many times she had performed this ritual in pouring rain or even in three feet of snow.
She smiled. ‘Thank you, Goddess, for blessing me with such a wonderful day.’ In the distance she could hear raccoon chatter, odd since it was still early in the day. They probably came out to welcome spring, too.
Ardwinna hiked out to the clearing by the river, her favourite place in all the forest.
She could feel a strange presence in the forest. It was someone new but she could feel that he was not harmful, just curious. He would not disturb her until she was ready for him. It was the vernal equinox and she was ready to perform her annual welcome spring fertility ritual. Having a healthy and virile man’s seed to contribute would be a welcome change to her normal lonely offering.
Tom wandered through the forest enjoying the quiet serenity. The trees had not started to blossom with green buds yet and there were not many birds flittering among the trees just the little finches and cardinals that stuck out the long, cold winters of the northern states. It was finally starting to get warm but a cool breeze still filled the air.
It was beautiful. His boss was an idiot. No one needed another subdivision. The housing market was a mess, there were already too many empty houses on the market, a subdivision was a terrible idea, cutting into the pristine beauty of this forest to make the subdivision was an even worse idea.
Tom hated his job but with the economy in such a mess he was thankful to have a job at all. If it wasn’t for his brother, Jerry, he wouldn’t have this job. Tom’s brother married the boss’s daughter and just happened to be in his good graces. So when Tom lost his engineering job due to the economic downshift Jerry was nice enough to talk to his father in law and get Tom a job as a land development scout.
The good news? It’s a pay cheque. The bad news? The job totally sucks. It usually involves talking some poor guy into selling a piece of property that’s been in the family forever and not giving him what it’s worth but he needs the money so he finally gives in and takes it. The big boss wasn’t hurting for money, even with things being so bad for so many around the US. He was taking advantage of others’ misfortunes and buying up foreclosed properties and getting fabulous land dirt cheap. Once the economy picked back up he would make a bundle selling all the properties and developing the land.
To Tom it was all bad karma, taking advantage of others like that, but in the business world it was … well … business.
He continued walking along the forest trail until he popped out along the river. The trail continued on next to the river. He kept following it until he heard music and voices, maybe just one voice. He slowed down and started walking quietly, he didn’t want to freak anyone out and he didn’t want to stumble upon anything weird. What he saw took his breath away.
A curvaceous woman with long flowing auburn hair was stripping off her clothing.
Was she going for a swim? he wondered. It was awfully cold still to go in the water. The temperature had only crept over 60 degrees a few times; the water would still be like ice. No way, she couldn’t be going in the river. What was she doing?
He crept up behind a large tree and continued to watch her. His curiosity and his libido were both piqued.
She was stunning. In addition to her long auburn hair that lit up like glowing fire when the sun touched it, she had perfect ivory skin. Not pale and pasty, no ivory. Smooth like cream with a touch of gold. And now that smooth creamy skin was completely bare for Tom to enjoy as the gorgeous and crazy stranger stripped off her panties and socks and placed them in a neat pile with the rest of her clothes.
She stood on a deep purple blanket among a circle of things he couldn’t make out. A small boom box sat at the edge of the blanket playing some new age type music all smooth and psychedelic with something that sounded like wind chimes. Surprisingly very peaceful. He felt chilled until he looked at her again and felt something altogether different. He watched as she grabbed a bowl of something and started walking in a circle, pouring it on the ground outside of where the blanket lay. Sugar or maybe salt, yeah it looked like she was pouring a bowl of salt in a circle around the blanket.
Ardwinna knew he was there, she could feel his eyes following her every move and it felt good to be watched … by someone other than the birds.
She cast her circle with the sea salt, starting at the north and walking clockwise until she closed the circle and felt the familiar snap of energy. She then lit her candles and called her corners, then prepared to perform her ritual.
She pulled out her oil and her special wand, knowing the man was really going to enjoy the show. His energy would add to her own and make the ritual more potent. Normally the only audience she ever had was a few birds and maybe a deer or two. This was going to be fun, she thought with a smile, careful not to look his way.
What was this beautiful creature doing? Tom wondered. She walked around in a circle, lit candles, played strange music and was now chanting some strange language he had never heard before … all while naked in the middle of the forest. Was he dreaming? Did he fall and bump his head? Was this a strange new fantasy? He pinched himself and almost swore out loud. Damn, that hurt. Nope, definitely not dreaming.
She’s a witch! Had to be. Wasn’t today the first day of spring? She must be performing some kind of welcome spring ritual or spell. That’s what witches did, right? He didn’t really know but whatever she was, whatever she was doing he was really enjoying the show. The woman was drop dead gorgeous.
She wasn’t tall but not too short either, maybe five foot six tops. And thank God … hmmm, in her case Goddess probably, that she did not have one of those stick thin bodies that seemed so fashionable lately. No, this beauty had a body, a full luscious curvy body. Large round breasts with dark nipples the colour of fall leaves that were tight and hard from the cool air. In perfect harmony with her breasts were her full hips that gave her an hourglass shape. Then there was her flat stomach and that amazing, perfectly round ass his hands just wanted to grab. She was in fabulous shape without losing her feminine curves, totally exquisite. And her skin … flawless.
Oh, oh, oh what was she doing now? Holy cow, she was pouring oil over her naked flesh while speaking words in that language he didn’t understand. Who cared what she was saying? He thought for sure he had died and gone to heaven. This was a fantasy. Shining liquid slid over her breasts making them glow in the sunlight. The oil dripped down her belly and ran farther down to the V between her legs. Tom had never in his life wanted to be oil but he sure did a
t that moment.
She bent and put the jar of oil down, then stood back up and started rubbing the oil into her skin … starting with her luscious, full breasts. Damn, how lucky was he that she was facing his direction? He could feel his erection stirring in his khakis. He didn’t think his cock had ever been that hard in his life. He felt like some perv’ though, hiding behind the tree like that but if he made himself known he would freak her out and interrupt her ritual. Wouldn’t want to do that.
Tom decided to stay where he was and continue watching the goddess with the oil.
His hand found its way down to his crotch. He itched to unzip and set his cock free, but he felt if he did that he really would be in the perv’ zone. So he just caressed himself through the fabric watching her caress the oil into her perfect ivory skin.
Then she did something that almost made Tom have heart failure, she lay down on her blanket, still facing him and grabbed the oil again.
Tom was a gonner when the sun hit her oil slick skin and set her ablaze in iridescent shimmers giving her an ethereal glow. She was a Goddess. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. All that ivory, golden-touched skin was now on fire with glitter and shine. It was a vision that would never leave Tom’s mind.
Then she spread her legs and Tom almost fell over and had an orgasm at the same time. Now that was a sight that would stay with him forever. No other woman could ever compare to the beauty that lay exposed before him today.
She was hairless but in no way looked like a child. Full fleshy outer lips, engorged and pink with desire, parted slightly to reveal a hard little bud waiting to bloom and the hint of moist inner lips waiting to be plundered.
She poured more of that oil between her legs and started touching herself, sensually, erotically, orgasmically. It was like she was putting on a show just for him. She spread her fleshy, bare outer lips open and displayed her inner secrets to him. She rubbed the oil inside her, the sun glistening off her moist folds inviting him to come closer. Gorgeous, pink and wet she was everything feminine and beautiful, ripe and ready.
He couldn’t help himself any more and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock from its confinements and wished he had some of that oil of hers, better yet he wished he had her. On him. Him in her.
Didn’t matter, he started stroking himself as he watched her fingers slide in and out of her swollen pussy, her clit budding, ready to explode into the first flower of spring. Her breath was coming in quick bursts, her body rocking and pulsing, little moans escaping her pouty red lips.
Ardwinna knew he was enjoying the show, so was she. She always loved her spring ritual but never this much. She was already close to coming and from the energy swirling around her she could feel that he was too. It was almost tangible … the sex in the air. Like fog she could almost reach out and touch it.
She wanted to see him, to touch him. She wondered if he was good looking. From the feel of his psyche she could tell he was rather young and very virile. No older than 35. Young, but experienced, and past the age of cockiness. Perfect.
Ardwinna suddenly wanted the man very much. It had been a long time. It was lonely protecting the forest from intruders, from those who sought to destroy it. Like this man. No, not him. He had no interest in seeing it destroyed. But the one he worked for did. Hmmm. Maybe she could change all that.
Time to get this man out of the shadows … and into her.
She pulled out her special wand and coated it in the oil then looked directly at him and slid it deep inside her.
Tom literally choked on air. He had watched her curiously while she anointed the strange looking piece of wood but when she slid it inside her pussy so deep and fast he just hadn’t been expecting it at all. It made him stop in mid stroke and suck in such a deep intake of air that messed him all up and forced him into a coughing fit.
So much for being in stealth mode.
‘Who’s there? Show yourself.’ Her voice rang out strong and clear with the slight lilt of an accent. There was no fear or embarrassment in her voice. She didn’t even pull that thing out of her just kept thrusting it back and forth.
Who was he kidding? She knew he was there all along. When she stuck that inside her she had looked right into his eyes.
Wow, this woman was amazing.
Tom stepped out from behind the tree so flustered he didn’t even think to make himself decent.
‘This is really embarrassing. I’m sorry…you were just so …’ he mumbled while she stared.
Ardwinna looked at his long, thick cock hanging out from his open trousers and looked him up and down.
‘Thank you, Goddess,’ she said to the heavens. He was hot. Tall, dark and delicious. Smooth, tan skin stretched over long, lean muscles everywhere and forest green eyes looked at her with such desire. Desire she hadn’t known in much too long.
It had been so long. Too long. Much too long.
‘Come here, Tom.’
‘You know … you know … my name. But how?’
‘I am a living incarnation of the Goddess Ardwinna, keeper of the forests and woods. The wind whispered your name to me. I knew you were there all along. I just didn’t know you were so gorgeous. I should have had you come out from behind that tree a long time ago.’ She smiled, licked her lips and pulled the wand out of her body. She stood up and walked to the edge of the circle, made a motion with her hands and said a few words in that strange language again. ‘Why don’t you come in here and help me complete my ritual to welcome spring?’
‘A Goddess?’ he asked dumbly. Duh, he totally knew that. Boy, he hoped she wasn’t looking for an intelligent man ’cause what they said about men only being able to think with one head at a time was totally true, especially at that moment. ‘Uh … uh … I’d love to.’ Tom wasn’t stupid; he wasn’t going to say no. If he did, he was sure his dick would riot then go on strike then probably pack up and leave him. It would serve him right, too. You don’t say no to a Goddess when she wants to have sex with you.
He stepped into the circle and felt a strange tingle of energy that increased after she closed it again with a sudden pop.
‘Let’s get you out of those clothes,’ Ardwinna said with a smile as she started pushing Tom’s pants down and pulled off his shoes. As she was nose to head with his cock she looked up at him and said, ‘You are quite blessed with being very well endowed.’
‘Thanks. You’re pretty hot yourself.’
‘Of course, I’m a Goddess.’
‘So it’s like a prerequisite or something? All Goddesses are smoking hot?’ Shit, was he like, in college again and hanging at the frat house. Where was his IQ?
She just smiled at him and said, ‘Something like that.’ Then she pulled his still fully-erect cock into her mouth, sucking the head deep into her throat and swirling her tongue around the base.
His knees buckled and his legs quivered, he almost fell over on her as he tangled in his pants that were still at his ankles.
‘Sorry about that,’ she said, as she untangled herself from his cock and his legs. ‘It’s been a while; I got a little carried away.’ She smiled sheepishly. ‘Let’s get you out of those clothes all the way.’
Tom kicked off his pants and pulled off his long sleeve shirt. He felt more at ease now. For a Goddess she seemed pretty down to earth, not to mention sexy as hell, and wanting him in a bad way.
Finally both naked they tumbled onto the blanket laughing.
Her laughter sounded like the tinkling of little bells. ‘You’re even more beautiful when you laugh.’
‘Thanks.’
Did she just blush? Goddesses blush? Cool.
‘Come here, handsome.’ She pulled him into a kiss that started out sweet and quickly moved into deeper more serious territory.
Their lips meshed together perfectly, probing, moving, seeking, pushing. Tongues twirled and searched, in and out
, twirling and dipping foreshadowing what was to happen between lower parts of their bodies.
His hands caressed her breasts, kneading them, tweaking the nipples until they could not become any harder. Her body responded to his every touch.
Tom took control, kissing her lips passionately then moving lower, blazing a trail down her neck to her breasts. He found one of those dark autumn-coloured nipples and sucked in the reddish brown tip, caressing it with his tongue, nipping it with his teeth then sucking hard and deep, causing murmurs and moans to escape from Ardwinna’s swollen lips. The he moved and repeated his sensual aggression on the other nipple as his hand slid down searching for the sensitive nub he had watched her fondle from afar.
He circled the bud with his thumb, sending exquisite sensations through her body causing her hips to rise and buck as her back arched. She cried out as a finger slid inside her, then another while he continued his delicious assault on her clit with his thumb, his mouth never leaving her breast.
Suddenly Ardwinna clenched and shuddered around his hand. Her body tightened around his fingers, and her legs closed to hold his hand in place. Her body rocked with the explosion of her first orgasm. The first orgasm she’d had at the hand of another in decades.
After a few rolls of orgasmic delight washed over her she was slightly limp. Her legs spread inviting him in and he gladly obliged. He untangled his hand and moved his body over hers completely. He was large compared to her small body yet they fit perfectly together. He settled between her thighs slowly rubbing the tip against her outer folds. She wiggled and thrust her hips silently begging him to stop tormenting her.
She was so wet and sensitive, his cock was tantalizing torture. She closed her eyes and moaned as he slid over her clit and between her folds, back and forth teasing without entering. Long, slow outer strokes that almost sent her over the edge of reason. She bucked and arched her back. Goddess, she wanted him inside her.
Tom enjoyed the sensation of wet, wanton woman wanting him, aching for him. His cock slid along her moist wetness until he poised himself at her entrance. One small dip and he pulled back out, another shallow dip, then without warning his torment ceased and he dove in filling her as she cried out in surprise and pleasure.
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