6 comments/ 16706 views/ 7 favorites Ridin' the Storm Out By: UhlBWett Early morning in Northern Wisconsin is truly breath taking. The increasing warmth of the sun as it begins to filter through the trees and chase away the winter chill. It's bright orange dome cresting a distant wooded ridge slowly turning the varying predawn shades of darkness to vibrant hues of yellows, pinks and purples. Sharing that special moment in time with the most beautiful and most sensual woman in the northern hemisphere made it even more special me. It was a week or so before Christmas, work was slowing down and I was able to get away for a few days. I called Becca ahead of time and we made plans to get away for the weekend. We arrived well before dawn at a huge Ski Resort in the Northern part of Wisconsin near the southwest shore of Lake Superior. I had reserved us a mountain chalet so we dropped off our things and quickly checked out the spacious and cozy lover's retreat before hitting the slopes. Our Gondola pulled away front the lower lift house just as the sun was coming up. I wrapped my arm tightly around Becca, pulling her closer as we started our fifteen minute climb to the top. We went to the top of that snow covered mountain and down again, fives times before a nasty winter storm moved in dropping more than a foot of snow driven by high winds later in the day. It forced us into the lodge early for some wine, a relaxing dinner and a soul baring fireside chat. As the sun went down and the lights came up at the lodge, Becca and I made plans to embark upon a long pleasure filled journey that we hoped would take us both to the summit and beyond, time and time again before the sun returned. We grabbed a couple glasses of wine at the lodge and settled into a big soft red leather armchair next to the main hearth to warm up a bit before we drove up the mountain to our chalet for the remainder of the evening As soon as I sat down in the big comfy chair, Becca eased her sexy frame seductively down onto my lap as she has done countless times since the first time we met. She squirmed about giggling, wiggling and grinding her firm round bottom against my crotch until she was totally comfortable. When the feel was finally to her liking she was sitting side-saddle with her sexy feet hanging over the arm of the chair on the fireplace side and near the fire. She pulled off her socks and wiggled her toes giving me a smile and a wink. Becca's toenails were painted a dark crimson red with little white snowmen on them. She wore an intricately engraved toe ring on the second toe of her left foot. I had to admit they were very cute, but when perusing the arsenal of Becca's mind blowing physical attributes, her long sexy, very kissable and very suckable toes were regrettably not at the top of my list. Becca stands around 5'2" tall and barely pushes 5'6" even in her sexy "Come Fuck Me" pumps. She has a firm round ass that would rival that of any pro football cheerleader, a great pair of 36" breasts which fill her modest C-cups to the brim and look even larger when they're cradled snuggly into one of her cleavage enhancing bras from Victoria's Secret. Becca has sexy dark brown angel like hair with maroon highlights that flows softly down over her shoulders. As a confident Italian vixen with an infectious smile that is only eclipsed in intensity by her piercing emerald green eyes and as a sexy divorced mother of two lovely girls and one with her fortieth birthday in her rearview mirror, Becca would more than meet the minimum "MILF" requirements for most of the bed hopping, bimbo banging boy toys that hover like predators in the darkness of the lodge looking for vulnerable older women who aren't getting any at home. That was never more evident to me than it quickly became as we sat by the fireplace. Becca was sitting comfortably on my lap with her head on my shoulder as we talked softly. She was indeed stunning in her tight black spandex ski pants and her clingy gray cashmere sweater. She had a powder blue knit scarf draped loosely around her neck, a matching headband, and a pair of fuzzy pail blue earmuffs stretched over the front of her shapely thigh. I looked slowly around the room at several of the young couples there. What I saw was no surprise. If I read it the room right, it was filled with silver spoon fed sons of prominent fathers who had the family business waiting for them when they finally tired of playing with or became bored with their bottle blonde, silicone enhanced trophy wives and girlfriends. The scene was almost the same at every table. What I witnessed caused me to shake my head and reflect. Most of the guys were pretending to be listening to their powdered up princesses, even nodding occasionally and smiling, while their eyes were devouring Becca. Elicit thoughts and images of her filled their minds. Some of them squirming a little uneasy in their seats, a stiffness building in their crotch as they wondered silently about the size of her nipples, the taste of her skin, the feel of her sex and more than likely if she went natural, trimmed or was clean shaven. My subtle head shake must have caught Becca's attention. "A penny for your thoughts" she whispered in my ear. I hesitated for a moment and then softly replied; "That used to be me". Becca turned her head, lifted her wine glass and looked around the room. She then looked back at me with a puzzled stare. "All of them, everyone one of them" I said as I closed my eyes and shook my head again; I was a little uncomfortable, so I tried to change the subject. I sighed softly, embarrassed to admit that twenty-five years ago that was me. I told Becca what I was thinking and even whispered the descriptions to her of the guys who were watching her so intently, she turned nonchalantly to see for herself. One after another they all smiled at her trying to catch her eye. She turned back towards me and began to blush. "Oh my God" she whispered. "How did you know?" I smiled at her and told her; "A man just knows." Becca giggled softly. "You used to be like that?" she asked with a raised brow. "I did" I replied smiling shamefully. "So what made you change" she asked tilting her head slightly. "A near death experience I guess. It seems to change everybody that has one" I told her. Becca looked deep into my eyes trying hard to understand, but she didn't pry and I didn't volunteer any more information. She took another drink of her wine and looked once more around the room. Little did these horny young studs know that Becca had outgrown boy toys long ago. She was too much a lady and way too much woman to open her legs for just anyone. She was the kind of woman who wants a man that understands there are times she wants to be made love to and there are other times she just wants to be taken. The kind of woman who often longs to be taken, but she never wants to be taken advantage of. Making love to Becca is an honor and a privilege that needs to be earned; it's also one that comes with certain duties and unspoken responsibilities that can not be ignored. Becca is a sexually adventurous woman who is searching for a certain kind of sexual savvy; the type that young lovers who are only looking to put another notch in their headboards don't yet possess. How she ever got hooked up with a crazy Ohio boy like me, I'll never understand. The lodge was beginning to jump with activity as more and more skiers and snowboarders made their way in from the slopes. I assumed that we would spend most of the evening in one of the two bars just off the main room as we have done before. Maybe we'd do a little dancing, perhaps shoot a little pool, or just make out quietly in a dimly lit corner of the bar. I was happy with just getting to spend some time with Becca. It seemed however, that she had other plans. She patted me on softly on the chest and gave me a long reassuring kiss on the lips. "Let's get out off here" she whispered with a seductive smile; reaching for her socks and ski boots. I finished my last sip of wine and slid gently from beneath her. "I'll pull the truck up out front" I told her, stealing another quick kiss before I headed for the door. As I pulled up to the front door of the lodge Becca was standing outside talking to a young attractive couple. She was smiling at them, shaking her head no. The snow was already falling at an alarming rate and my truck was already covered with 2-3" inches of heavy wet snow. Becca, scooped up a handful, packed it between her palms and tossed it playfully at me as I put our gear in the back of the truck. She giggled then and hopped inside, I watched her through the back window as she shivered from the cold. She turned on the seat heater or "bun warmer" as she called it on the passenger side and began to rub her arms. My truck had been sitting out in the cold all day so it would be a little while before it warmed up. I shut the tailgate and jumped back inside. Becca had folded back the armrest and had scooted over on the seat next to me. She grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her placing my hand quickly beneath her ski jacket and softly upon her left breast. Her nipples were hard from the cold and poked prominently against the front of her tight sexy sweater. As we headed up the snow covered mountain road toward the chalet, I asked her if she knew the young couple at the front door to the lodge. She sighed; then smiled. "No, they asked me if I would like to join the two of them in their room for a cozy little get together" she confided. "And you declined?" I asked. "Yes" Becca replied. "I dunno if I would have, she had a nice ass" I teased trying not to laugh as Becca pulled away from my arms and slugged me in the ribs with her fist. I laughed out loud and pulled her close again; giving her a hug. "You know you should be flattered, that a couple like that finds you sexy enough to even ask you to join them. It took a lot of courage on their part. What did you tell them?" I asked. Becca grinned playfully, "I told them I wasn't in the mood to baby-sit tonight." I looked at her and smiled; "You did not." Becca hesitated, "No, I didn't. I wanted to, but they were very sweet about it so I was polite to them." By the time we reached our chalet the truck was beginning to heat up and so was Becca. She had quietly guided my down over the front of her firm flat abdomen and pushed it down between her shapely thighs. Her left foot was down the floorboard; her right was up on the seat near the passenger door. Her back was pushed firmly against the side of my chest, her head was tilted softly back against my chin. Her legs were spread and my fingers were cupping her crotch. I could see in the rearview mirror that Becca's eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted. She purred long and soft as I began to rub her smooth puffy mound through the spandex fabric of her tight body hugging pants. I could feel the bulging outline of Becca's soft meaty lips beneath my finger tips and the heat from her smooth hot slit rising up between them. I kissed her softly on top of the head and whispered; "We're here Sexy." That was the last thing Becca wanted to hear right then. "N-o-o-o-o" she whined, placing her hand over mine pushing it harder against her swollen mound; pushing my fingers deeper into her crotch with her own. "Let's stay here for a little while", she pleaded. "C'mon Baby, lets go inside where it's warm" I told her with a smile, pulling my hand slowly from between her tightly clenched highs. "O.K.", replied Becca in a frustrated sulking tone. She grabbed her scarf and gloves, zipped up her jacket and ran through the blowing snow and up to the front door like a school girl at recess. She unlocked the lock and ran inside. By the time I got all our gear carried into the chalet, Becca had disappeared into the bathroom. I could here water running and the door was slightly ajar. I walked quietly over and peeked through the narrow opening between the door and the jamb. Becca was standing beside the antique crow's foot style porcelain tub facing away from the door, hot water was pouring into the tub and Becca was beginning to strip down. I watched her firm sexy body sway softly as she wiggled and tugged her sweater up over her head and laid it to the side. She tilted one shoulder at a time and pulled her arms out of her sexy red lace bra. She pushed it down off her breasts, spun it around and undid the clasp, tossing it aside. I caught a brief glimpse of the soft full curvature of Becca's ample breasts when she raised her arms and ran her fingers slowly through her hair, slowly shaking her head. She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her pants and without as much as a hint, turned and looked toward the door. "Shit", I thought, I am so busted. Becca screamed playfully like it was summer camp and the first time a boy had ever seen her naked. She crossed her arms tightly over her breasts and short stepped her barefooted ass toward the door. "Go take a shower or something" she barked with a giggle as she slammed and locked the door. I heard her giggle as she moved away from the door. I paused briefly and then asked her; "Are you naked yet?" twisting the door knob loudly. I heard her scream again, "Hmmmmmm, must be", I whispered. "Go away" she replied. "You'll know when I am ready for you." There was a chill in the room, so I built a fire in the hearth. In no time at all the seasoned hardwood was popping and sizzling. Reflections from the flames flickered and danced about the room. I retrieved a bottle of Jim Beam from my travel bag and searched the kitchen cabinets for a rocks glass. I poured myself about three fingers and stood by the fire. I let the heat from the fire warm my skin slowly, while the bourbon began to warm me from inside. A good bourbon and good woman are a lot alike. They are both an acquired taste and each of them have the ability to make you do things that you would never consider without them. A good woman, like a good sippin' whiskey, should be smooth and sweet, even a little tangy against your tongue with the ability to warm your insides. Both should have an addictive allure; an intoxicating bouquet and both can sometimes be very tough to hold. I stood by the fireplace and sipped my drink. The chalet was very cozy. A large main room with a soft leather sofa, Wildlife mounts on the walls and quaintly decorated for the holidays. There was a full length mirror on the wall next to the main bathroom and a huge oval braided rug in front of the fireplace. In the middle of the rug in front of the hearth, sat an armless wooden rocking chair with a very soft and very thick fleece throw folded and draped across the back. Becca was drawing a hot relaxing bubble bath when she very abruptly; but very playfully sent me away from the door. I glanced at the locked door and imagined her naked and wet just beyond it. That's when I saw the light shining from between the bottom of the door and the floor go out. I knew that meant Becca had lit a couple scented candles and slipped her hot sexy ass into a mountain of sweetly scented bubbles. One thing I have learned about women and Becca in particular, is that when they sink into a relaxing bubble bath, it's going to be a while before you see them again. I threw back my glass and chugged the remainder of my drink; deciding at that point to take a shower myself and begin to relax. Chasing Becca down the slopes and around the lodge all day had left me in desperate need of some rejuvenation. A steaming hot shower would be just what the doctor ordered. Over in the corner of the master bedroom was a huge stone shower stall with a big brass famed glass door. I grabbed my body wash, razor and gel, a big fluffy towel and headed in. The hot steamy water was exactly what I needed. I emerged after 20 minutes, squeaky clean, with a freshly shaven cock and balls and a renewed energy. I dried my hair, brushed my teeth, lightly dusted myself with the body spray that Becca likes the best and slipped into a pair of black silk boxers. After my invigorating shower I headed back out towards the main room. I stopped to check on Becca, turning the locked door knob only to tease her; but the knob twisted. Hmmmmm, I thought, slowly pushing the door ajar. There was Becca lying back in the tub, her long brown hair clipped up on top of her head with white fluffy bubbles covering her naked body. There were 3 candles lit around the room and the lighting was very soft and very sensual. I started to sneak across the room; my plan was to kiss her on the lips, before she knew that I was there. I was doing alright until a squeaky oak floor plank outed me. That's when Becca opened her eyes and gasped. She instinctively kicked her right foot outward at me, slinging warm water and bubbles up onto and over my bare chest. She laughed out loud, held her foot straight out, wagged her little piggies and demanded playfully that I suck on her toes. What I did next must have caught Becca a little off guard. I smiled, walked over and gently placed my left hand under the ankle of her outstretched foot holding it away from the water. I grabbed a soft white towel from a stand next to the tub and gently patted her bubble covered foot dry. I brushed her foot softly with the plush terry cloth towel, pushing it slowly between her toes and pulling it out, whisking it very seductively over the arch of her foot. Becca took a deep breath when I tossed the towel aside and knelt down beside the tub. I put my right hand onto the front of Becca's lower calf then caressed my way slowly down over her foot until my fingers gently gripped the topside just beneath her toes. I began to slowly trace the outline of her arch with my left thumb. Becca quickly emitted a pleasure laced moan as I moved my face closer, letting my warm breath flow gently over and between her toes. I tilted Becca's foot forward and softly kissed her brightly painted toenails. She squirmed slightly and the bubbles flowed around her. Moaning softly; she lifted her left knee and rested her leg against the far side of the tub as I started slowly pushing my hot wet tongue between her toes, one gap at a time. It wasn't until I seen a cluster of bubbles moving between her wide spread thighs, that I realized Becca was polishing her pearl. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was pressed firmly to her upper lip when I slid my lips over her big toe and sucked it hard between them. Becca arched her back and moaned loudly, her chest jutted forward, pushing her heaving breasts from beneath the water line. I watched with excitement, still sucking on her toes as the sweetly scented bubbles trickled slowly down off her impressive fleshy globes, finally revealing to my hungry eyes, her dark shiny wet nipples. The cold air above the warm bath water had a tightening affect on Becca's succulent brown nipples. Her areoles, once the size of half dollars began to tighten and shrink. Her tiny nipple tips had ripened before my eyes and now begged silently to be sucked. Becca had a very wanton look in her eyes. That familiar "If you don't stop now, I going to fuck your brains out" look. I had made my point and I was sure that my efforts would pay big dividends later. With a kiss to the top of her toes, I released Becca's foot and let it slowly slide beneath the water again and out of reach. "MMMMMMMM, you are so bad" purred Becca. She remained quiet and watched me as I left the room. I pulled the door shut behind me and walked slowly across the room; my stiff cock pressing hard against my boxers. It seemed that I was more turned on from sucking on Becca's toes than I thought. Now more than a little restless, I threw a couple more logs on the fire and poked and prodded at the flickering flames while I waited for my sexy lover to emerge from her bath. I checked out the state of the art sound system the chalet had to offer and realized there was an auxiliary jack on the receiver. I had packed my MP3 player for the long ride home; so I retrieved it from my bag and plugged it in. I had 30-40 different playlists, and hours upon hours of great music. Ridin' the Storm Out I finally settled on a playlist that was 5 to 6 hours long. It contained a plethora of rock songs from the 70's on up. Little did I know when I made the selection that it would become the soundtrack for an E-Ticket erotic ride, the likes of which I had never before experienced. These were songs that Becca and I had grown up with; many of them had special meaning to one or both of us. As the music began to play, I could hear the roar of a blow dryer from the bathroom. "Finally", I though to myself, Becca was out of the tub and that much closer to my arms. I poured a fresh drink and turned the rocking chair to face the bathroom door. I then sat down to patiently await Aphrodite's arrival. I saw myself in the mirror on the wall, sitting, rocking as I sipped more of Kentucky's finest bourbon. After eight or ten songs had played, the light in the bathroom again went out between the door and the floor. Unlike the first time when the light went off, this time when that room went dark; the door opened. A soft rock classic; "I'd love you to want me"; by Lobo was playing as Becca stepped slowly from the darkness into the doorway. The breathtaking image of her standing nervously in the glow of the firelight is forever etched in my mind. My heart fluttered and my groin began to pulse deeply with excitement and goose bumps began to appear on the back of my neck. It was for the first time in a long time, that I was absolutely speechless. "Say something" whispered Becca, her voice cracking nervously as she waited shyly biting her lower lip, anxious for any sign of my approval. My eyes scanned her sexy frame. Becca's hair was soft and full and light on the air, her make-up was flawless and her outfit was worthy of magazine cover. All I could do was smile, hold out my hand and motion for her to come closer, wagging my fingers. In front of me stood the sexiest woman I had ever laid eyes on. She was wearing a pink satin cup-less corset that laced up the back with a hook and eye front closure and boning along the front and backsides. The soft sexy Victorian style, corset had four wide suspender straps that stretched tightly against her shapely thighs in front and down over her firm round buttocks in the rear. Becca's straps anchored a tight pair of the finest pure silk stockings that money could buy. A pair of shimmering silver sandal-toe, ankle strap heels adorned her sexy feet. Becca had put her panties on last, over top of her garter straps (something only mature lovers do). She wore a shiny pink silk thong that barely covered her smooth shaven mound in front and that disappeared between her ass cheeks in the back. To add a little mystique, Becca completed her sexy ensemble with a pink silk chiffon sleep-shirt that tied between her breasts and at the sleeves. Becca's lips were painted a vibrant pearlescent pink and tasted sweet like strawberries. Her exposed skin glistened with a hint of vanilla. Long dangly pink metallic earrings hung from her ear lobes and accented the pink cameo choker she wore around her neck. Becca's first full step into the light made my heart sink and instantly put a bulge in my boxers. I was hypnotized by the way her body moved as she strutted towards me from across the room. With the stride and seductive sway of a runway model; Becca made her way slowly over to me, her stiletto heels clicked in rhythm with the swinging of her sexy hips. Her breasts lifted and settled, bouncing softly with every step she took. She stopped in front of the fireplace and slowly turned completely around. The long thin tail of her very sheer, very revealing sleep-shirt flared slightly off her silky smooth hips as she twirled; the outlines of her dark hard nipples were clearly visible. She looked absolutely beautiful; like she had just stepped off the cover of men's magazine". My cock twitched with excitement as she leaned forward and placed a small plastic bottle of clear liquid on the tiny table next to me. Her full heavy breasts pushed firmly against the front of her sleep-shirt. It was a bottle of silicone lubricant, which surprised me just a little; as Becca has never needed any additional lubricant. Perhaps she had a much deeper yearning tonight. "Baby, you look fantastic!" I told her. She flashed me a seductive smile; put her soft warm hands atop my shoulders, lifted her right leg and settled elegantly straddling my lap. Becca's warm sexy ass cheeks pressed gently against the tops of my thighs. Her stocking clad legs were spread and draped over mine. Her feet were an inch or two off the floor and swayed softly up and back as she lifted her bare ass to pull the tail of her sleep-shirt from beneath her. I swirled my bourbon glass and smiled seductively at her. My eyes were scanning her knockout body when she reached up and took the glass from my hand and put it to her lips. "That stuff will put hair on your pussy" I teased as she took a sip. Her eyes closed quickly and her sexy chin wrinkled at the sides. She tried not to cough and acted like she enjoyed it. She smiled at me and dryly replied; "If it does, I'll make you shave me." We were sitting face to face when I reached for her and put my trembling hands on her waist. "Why are you trembling?" she asked me in a voice barely louder than a whisper. I swallowed nervously and reluctantly revealed to her; "I've never held a woman so beautiful before". Her emerald eyes began to cloud up, but still cut through me like a knife as she tilted her head softly to the right. "That's so sweet" she whispered just before her lips met mine. Becca's lips were warm and sweet; her fingers slid gently upward from my shoulders along the sides of my neck and cradled the back of my head, her fingers combed gently through my hair. She stroked my left cheek softly with the soft underside of her right thumb. I moaned softly and kissed her deeply. Our tongues tangled as our hungers intertwined. I sucked playfully at Becca's hot wet tongue; she let out a short raspy giggle as our lips parted. I pulled my hands from inside her flowing sleep-shirt and moved them slowly upward over her heavenly torso. Becca arched her back receptively and moaned softly as my manly hands reached her gorgeous breasts; my fingers cupped the sides of her firm round tits. My thumbs slowly circled her areoles and gently caressed her growing nipples. She swayed seductively above me as she softly moved her body to the beat of the music. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to mine and watching me closely as my fingers tugged at the bow between her breasts; she let out a subtle sigh as I pulled at the strings. Becca kissed me long and deep, dragging her fingernails slowly downward over my arms. She let her hands hang at her sides and tilted her head back slightly; waiting patiently for my roaming fingers to peel her open shirt down off her shoulders and expose more of her naked flesh. Quietly, I exposed her partial nakedness to the heat radiating from the fireplace, to the steamy moisture of my hot wet kisses and to the soothing coolness of my gentle caress. I pushed my fingers slowly and gently up over her collarbones. I placed my index fingers on the outside of her top and slid my remaining fingers beneath it. The fabric was silky, smooth and soft to the touch. Becca shivered lightly as I pushed it slowly along the contour of her shoulder I moved my hands methodically as if it were a choreographed move; outward over her shoulders opening her top further as they went. Soon my fingers were cupping the downward curve of her shoulders. Becca's breathing was beginning to grow a little more rapid. I could feel her ass cheeks move against my thighs as she squirmed with delight. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted and her back was arched slightly. Becca let out a quick startled gasp when without warning; my hands pushed quickly downward along her arms, baring her neck, her shoulders and her heaving breasts. She responded quickly by stretching her arms out closely together behind her. A wiggle of her wrists and a roll of her shoulder sent her top floating hypnotically to the floor. She was still arching in my arms when l leaned forward and pressed hot wet my lips softly to the heart shaped tattoo above her left breast. It is likely her favorite of the three she has. A brightly colored heart wrapped in flowing ribbon with her daughter's name inked delicately upon the ribbon. It is an image of love, not the result of a Spring Break dare; rather the declaration of a mother's love and commitment. My lips moved slowly down over her bare breast and sucked teasingly at her taught nipple. Becca pushed her chest hard against my face and ran her right hand down over my lower abdomen. I felt her fingers glide over my hard cock as she wiggled them searching for the opening of my fly. Her fingers slid quickly in and she pulled my cock out through the silky narrow slit of my boxers, She began to stroke it; at first gripping it like a flashlight, with her thumb and index finger touching, her palm and other fingers sandwiching its firm, fleshy thickness. Becca tensed slightly then settled against my fingers as I pressed my hand against her warm swollen mound. Becca's gentle grip on my hard throbbing cock soon grew noticeably rougher and more lustful. She ground her palm firmly over the swollen pink head, smearing my pre-cum about before sliding her wet slippery palm down over the topside of my shaft; giving it a spirited tug. Her breathing had become even more rapid. Her steamy wet sex began to simmer against my hand, growing hotter and wetter with every firm; focused caress of my probing fingers. I had just started to slip my fingers beneath the leg opening of Becca's tiny thong when she pulled away and stood up over me, putting her hands once again on my shoulders. She gave me a very sultry look, her eyes were glassy and her hair was hanging partially over her pretty face as the opening bass and percussion riffs of a soulful ballad called "After the Thrill I Gone"; by the Eagles shook the wooden floor where she stood. It was almost as if the stereo was hotwired directly to Becca's sweet spot. Each bar that followed pushed her deeper into a trance like state. The music transported Becca to a place I had never seen her go before. She ran her fingers through my hair as her breasts swayed softly above me. She rolled her shoulders and pumped her hips. She even rubbed her panty clad crotch firmly against my lap. She then turned around and put her hands flat against my knees. As the music played on and the beat progressed, Becca continued her very impressive metamorphosis from a reasonably conservative mother of two into an ultra sexy lust driven minx. Her impromptu lap dance finished during a slide guitar solo just before the final verse, with her pushing her hot sexy ass upward from my lap, against my chest until the bulge of her warm wet sex rubbed against my chin. Her heavenly scent was quite intoxicating. I was rock hard by the time the song and her dance both ended. The music faded to an end with Becca turning again and lowering her gorgeous ass back onto the top of my trembling thighs, her long slender fingers tracing the outline of my lips. Becca lifted my head and kissed me gently, biting my lower lip as she pulled slowly away. She lightly raked her fingernails down over my chest and curled them around the waistband of my boxers. Hungry for more of Becca, I lifted my ass slightly off the rocker and allowed her to pull my boxers down around my ankles. She put her hands behind my knees and tugged my ass to the edge of the seat. Her hands then traveled up along the inside of my lower thighs and pushed them apart. I tilted my head back as I felt her hot wet tongue whisking quickly along the insides of my thighs, her mouth was inching its way rapidly toward my smooth hard cock. Becca wasted little time taking what she wanted; what she had been longing for all day long. She pressed her right forearm against the inside of my left thigh as her fingers flowed softly along the upper side of my shaft, tugging my vein bulging cock slightly away from my abdomen, her thumb and index finger firmly gripped the base. She kissed my tightly drawn nut sack and ran her tongue slowly up along the underside of my thickness. The feel of her tongue stud pressing against me was a new sensation. When Becca's sweet pink lips finally reached the head of my rigid cock and her tongue swirled slowly around the swollen purple tip, I moaned uncontrollably and placed my hands firmly down onto the seat of the rocker, curling my fingers over the sides to brace myself. Before I could moan a second time, Becca's lips had plunged hungrily down over my fleshy cock, a pleasure that took my breath away. I shuddered softly as the head of my cock pushed against the roof of Becca's tight warm mouth. The next moan to echo about the room was hers. Her head began to bobb slowly up and down, wetting more and more of my thick vein bulging shaft with every downward movement. Becca sucked me so long and hard that her long dangly metallic earrings began to sound like wind chimes, clinking together louder and louder as her head moved up and down, faster and faster. Her sucking and slurping sounds filled the room, Becca's warm slippery saliva trickled slowly down my shaft and onto my balls as she sucked. There was an occasional popping sound when Becca would pull her head up and lift her lips off my cock long enough to take a couple deep breaths before resuming her feverish rhythm. She gripped and stroked my shaft, the clinched circle of her thumb and index finger bumped against her shiny pink lips as she sucked wildly. My head was rolling from side to side and my mind was racing from the intense pleasure that Becca's talented mouth was providing. I was getting close and Becca seemed to sense it. She pushed her thumb squarely between my balls and slid three fingers firmly down over my perineum until the tip of her middle finger pressed lightly against my anus. I moaned with great pleasure and tried to warn Becca of my imminent release. "That's it Baby, cum for me" she coaxed; licking her lips in preparation for the moment that would bring her and I both immense pleasure. The thrusting of my hips quickly became less rhythmic and more broken. I moaned wildly as Becca's right hand pumped my hard swollen cock, my orgasm had arrived. I arched my back and stiffened my legs as Becca's fingertip circled my puckered ring like a floating raptor stalking its oblivious prey in a field below. I began a gut wrenching moan that made Becca respond by shoving her middle finger two knuckles deep into my behind; wiggling them about. My knees jerked, my ass tightened and my feet jumped up off the floor, despite still being tangled in my boxers. I was cumming and cumming hard! I let out a long pleasure filled moan and reached quickly for Becca's hair, tangling my fingers in her soft silky locks, I pulled her closer. Sensing my rapidly approaching release she lowered her pretty face, mouth open, over my twitching cock, but the unbelievable sensation of her finger up my ass sent my hot creamy load streaming wildly from the head of my cock before Becca's lips could cap my exploding geyser. By the look on her face, it seemed to have taken her somewhat by surprise as well. She tried desperately but couldn't get there in time She squealed loudly as the first stream of cum, splattered errantly against the side of her cheek and dribbled down over her fingers. Becca knew from experience that my first load of the evening would be sweeter and larger than any that would follow and she didn't want to waste a drop. Her lips quickly enveloped my cock; the downward motion of her head pushed it's cum spewing tip deep into the back of her throat. I heard her gag and felt her swallow repeatedly. Her tightly clinched fingers milked every drop of hot tasty seed from my totally spent cock. She finished by licking up the last few pearly droplets that she could coax from its swollen spongy head before I went soft in her hand. She climbed up off her knees and straddled my lap once more, she placed her forearms over my shoulder; her fingers toyed with the back of my hair as she leaned forward parting her lips and extending her cum drenched tongue. Instinctively, I pulled her closer, sticking out my tongue to meet hers. Becca moaned softly as my tongue pressed gently against hers, she rocked her hips and tilted her head slightly, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. I thought she was going to cum in my arms as I sucked softly at her tongue. She pulled her head back and smiled as I placed my hand against the side of her neck and wiped the only remaining remnants of my orgasm from her cheek. Becca knew that taking the edge off early would please me quicker, something she longed to do; and that it would pay greater dividends to her later as the night went on. We embraced lovingly for a little while until I could regain some composure. Becca once again laid her head on my shoulder and began to draw heart-shaped circles on my chest with her fingertip. Her skin was soft and supple, her breasts full and ripe. I took her left breast in my right hand and gently lifted it as I leaned forward. Becca tossed her head back and moaned as my lips pressed over her nipple. I gave it a gentle kiss, a few strokes with my tongue, then parted my lips and pushed her entire areola into my mouth and sucked hard at her breast. Becca's fingers tugged at my hair and she squirmed in my lap as she tried unsuccessfully to muffle a second moan. Arching her back, Becca pushed her tits firmly against my face twisting her satin clad torso so that my lips could reach her other breast. I sucked on it just as long and just as hard. Her very impressive nipples were now fully erect; I flicked them playfully with my tongue as my right hand slithered slowly down over Becca's lower abdomen and between smooth firm thighs. She gasped softly as my fingers pushed slowly across her panty clad mound. The playlist that I had selected had reached a point where the songs that were beginning to play were quite varied in genre and tempo. I remember thinking how appropriate the song that was beginning to play; "Can't You See" by the Marshall Tucker Band, was playing at that very moment. Becca seemed to have a hold on me like no other woman I have ever met. She was a very alluring combination of smart, sexy and seductive. "Oh my God baby" I whispered softly in her ear as my hand slid further between her legs and my fingers cupped her steamy sex, "You are fucking soaked". Becca tilted her head back letting her hair fall softly down over her shoulders, she closed her eyes, and bit her lower lip; "mmhmm" she whimpered as my parted fingers traced the outer edges of her narrowing panties until they came together and disappeared quickly between her sexy ass cheeks. I pushed my middle finger against her wet crotch and dragged it slowly upward from where her silky panties barely covered the puckered pink ring of her ass; all the way up to just below the bottom of her corset. Becca shuddered as my finger pushed against her wet lips and grazed her growing clit. She gasped loudly and purred; "Oh Baby!" filtered from her trembling lips as I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and plunged them deep between her quivering thighs. The crotch of Becca's thong was warm and wet against the back of my hand, her mound was moist and slippery, and my fingers slid easily into her tight little cunt. She rocked her hips and dug her long painted fingernails deep into my shoulder as my two middle fingers parted the meaty lips of her pussy and plunged hell bent on pleasing her; deep into her wetness. She shuddered and tightened her groin muscles squeezing my fingers as they moved inside her. Ridin' the Storm Out About 10 or 15 minutes had passed since Becca had sucked the life from my cock, but I could slowly feel it beginning to respond once again. The sweet taste of her skin and the hot wet feel of her sex around my probing fingers were beginning to have a positive affect on me. My once spent cock soon began to grow fuller and thicker. Becca quickly noticed and began rubbing it with the palm of her hand and gently kneading my balls with her fingertips. Our time together had taught Becca that once I was hard again; I would last much longer and provide her with greater pleasure than I would have ever been able to if she had saddled up right from the start; she was right to make me cum quickly with that terrific blowjob and we both knew it. The broken movement of her hips, her intense moans and the heavy flow of her sweet warm juices over my fingers told me that she was in desperate need of my hard cock inside her; filling her, stretching her and pleasing her. Eager to oblige her, I pulled my fingers from Becca's juicy slit and began to flick my wrist beneath her tightly stretched thong; firmly slapping my warm wet fingers against her hard swollen clit. Becca yelped and jerked her hips back in a futile attempt to elude my stinging slaps. When that didn't work; gasping for air, writhing with pleasure and nearing orgasm, she reached down and grabbed my wrist; a bold move by any truly devoted sub. Becca's pretty green eye's became as big as saucers when suddenly through her euphoric haze and between the pleasure filled stingers shooting through her clit, she realized what she had done. I lifted my head and glared sternly at her. I pulled my hand from her panties and roughly grabbed and squeezed her ass cheeks. I lifted her forcefully up off my lap and she lunged forward trembling slightly. Her firm naked tits pressed hard against my chest, she put her head on my shoulder and began to ponder the error in her ways. I slid my left hand down over her buttock and curled my fingers beneath the soggy crotch of her wet silky thong. She gasped loudly when I bit her left shoulder and yanked her tiny panties aside. My right hand gripped my throbbing shaft at the base and steadied my rigid cock as my left pushed and guided her needy ass towards it. She knew she was in trouble, but still moaned with delight while I teased her; pushing the swollen purple head of my cock up and back between the wet hanging lips of her pussy. Becca rocked her hips and pushed downward desperately trying to impale herself hard onto my thick throbbing cock, but I denied her that much needed pleasure. I would decide when she was ready enough, needy enough and worthy enough to take me inside. It was my call. I felt her ass cheeks tremble in my hands. "Please baby, let me have your cock" she softly whispered, almost begging as she turned her head towards me and began to kiss and suck on the curve of my neck. "Not yet Sexy" I told her teasing with her, aligning the head of my cock with her steamy opening, thrusting softly up into her and then pulling back out, allowing just the crown of my cock to part her lips, before rocking my hips back the other way to withdraw. Five or six times I slowly pushed just the head into her wetness, a little deeper with each gentle thrust until it disappeared completely into her pink wet folds, my hands holding her ass up high, denying her the pleasure, making her beg even louder and harder. She was moaning my name loudly when I moved my hands from beneath her sexy ass and quickly placed them around her waist, just beneath the bottom edge of her corset where her hips begin to flare. Without any warning I pushed Becca's sexy ass hard down over my cock. She screamed loudly and shook against me as my cock slammed balls deep inside her. Her ass cheeks rippled hard against my upper thighs and the head of my cock plunged deep into wetness. The blunt force of my cock slamming beneath her diaphragm seemed to take her breath away initially, but she soon found her stride. In no time at all she was riding me like a toddler aboard dime store pony. Her hands were clinching my biceps, her fingernails digging in, her arms were stretched out straight and she was pumping her hips and biting her lip. She was impaling herself on my thick hard cock; her tight wet lips were being pushed in between her smooth pink folds when she slammed down onto me then be dragging upward; tightly clinging to my vein bulging shaft every time she lifted her quivering ass. As Becca squeezed my arms, I ran my hands softly across her shoulders and up along the sides of her neck. I slid my fingers beneath her long soft hair, locked them against the nape, and caressed her cheeks softly with my thumbs before dragging them down over the front of her neck. I placed my thumbs gently to her neck, flanking her windpipe and her eyes grew wider. The force of her ass cheeks slapping against my thighs increased and her breathing quickened My thumbs were resting beneath her soft pink satin choker. I pulled her to me and kissed her softly, she opened her mouth and I slid my tongue between her trembling lips. She was sucking at its tip when I began to push my thumbs against her windpipe, restricting it slightly to limit her air flow. A frightened but trusting look began to form on her pretty face. The harder she began to fuck me, the harder I pushed, for fifteen, then thirty, almost forty-five seconds. Becca knew that as her lover; I would push her to both her physical and emotional limits and even beyond. She also knew that I would never let anything bad happen to her. It was the depth of that unconditional trust she had in me that she found so intoxicating. Her tiny nostrils were tightening and her saliva was gurgling in the back of her throat, when I finally released my loving grip. She pushed her forehead against my chin and began to gasp. I then moved my hands slowly down over her back and gripped her buttocks with my thumbs up and my fingers pointing towards her crack as Becca sucked loudly for air. I tugged at her cheeks to change feel of my cock inside her. Her moans grew longer and the slapping of her ass grew louder as the rocker moved up and back with the two us writhing in harmony. Becca's feet were braced firmly against the wooden cross support of the shaker style rocker. Her warm wet panties rubbed softly against side of my smooth hard shaft as she moved. I eased my hand between her cheeks and gently circled the tightly puckered ring of her flower with the tip of my middle finger. Becca moaned hungrily, and arched her back. I teased her tender opening for quite a while, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Becca enjoys having her ass teased and on a good night, she isn't at all opposed to a good hard anal fucking. "Now Baby, Please!" she pleaded, yearning for that one final sensation that would push her over top. "Finger my ass!" she begged. I already knew what she wanted and I figured turnabout is fair play after all. Becca gasped and thrust back hard against my probing middle finger as it swiftly breeched the tight pink funnel of her ass, her tummy fluttered and her hips moved from side to side as I swirled it gently inside her and moved it slowly in and out. I could tell from her facial expression; the fluttering of her cheeks, from her glassy eyes and from the increasing tightness of her vise-like twat and her warm wetness flowing down over my balls that Becca was there. She yelped and bucked wildly against my cock and finger. I thrust hard back into her meeting the animal like movement of her hips with my own. Faster and faster she moved until she groaned loud and long; then coasted to a complete stop panting above me. Her long awaited orgasm was intense, but not so much of an overwhelming wave of pleasure; as it was a rip-tide of much needed emotional and physical release that quickly pulled her under. One that left her floundering helplessly, hopelessly trying to stay afloat until the towering tsunami that she knew lurked on the horizon arrives to send her pleasure riddled body crashing onto the shores of paradise. Becca's first orgasm was a check point; so to speak. It was not her preferred destination, but rather an oasis along the way, a familiar sexual landmark to let her know that she was on the right path. Her chest was still heaving and her legs were still trembling when I gave her a tender double pat on the left ass cheek with my open hand. Becca knew that meant, it was time to get up, time to move on, and time to prepare herself for whatever else I might have planned next. Steadying herself by placing her hand on my shoulder, she climbed from my lap and stood shaky legged, next to the rocker. I stood up and took her by the hand pulling her over in front of the rocker as I kicked off my cumbersome boxers. She was facing its long wooden spindled back with the fleece throw draped over it. I moved to one side and put my hand atop the plush throw to keep the rocker from moving as Becca climbed on still trying to clear her head. She put her knees together on the now damp padded seat cushion, folded her arms and put them on the backrest of the rocker, then leaned forward and pressed her cheek against her wrists. She purred softly as she bent forward and arched her back. Her teardrop shaped ass very quickly grabbed my attention. Her full, firm cheeks were subtly split by a narrow pink ribbon of wet silk that softly cradled her smooth swollen mound as it jutted impressively from between her thighs. The garter straps at the backside her body hugging corset were stretched tightly down over her buttocks anchoring the tops of her sexy pink stockings. I slid my fingers beneath her narrow butt floss and tugged her panties aside once again, stretching the warm moist crotch over her ass cheek to expose her double stacked pleasure holes. Becca moaned and pushed her hips back as I dragged two fingers teasingly down over her delicate dimpled ring and toyed with her soft wet pussy lips. Pressing my hand firmly to Becca's ass cheek; I gave her a gentle nudge and put the rocker in motion. Watching her hot sexy ass move up and back with the rocker gave me an idea. I straddled her shapely calves; stepped up to her nicely postured behind, grabbed my hard cock at the base and slapped both her naked ass cheeks with the underside of my shaft. I pushed it between her cheeks and gave her a couple dry thrusts, rubbing it against her pussy. Becca reached back with her right hand and tugged at her ass cheek, I watched as her hot wet slit quickly parted. With a downward push of my thumb and a twitch of my hips, I slid slowly back into her. She moaned softly and let go of her ass cheek, letting it slap back against my probing shaft. I watched carefully gauging its depth as my cock disappeared deep into her hot wet cunt until my balls bumped her clit and my pelvis flattened her ass cheeks. She began to shake with excitement as I planted my feet firmly, placed my hands gripped her tiny waist as I pushed her forward several inches until just the head of my cock remained inside her. Becca grunted loudly when I quickly pulled back my hands and let physics take over. The rocker was pushed well beyond its center and back onto its runners; releasing my grip on her waist allowed the rocker to return to its original starting point. The gravity driven inertia created by the returning rocker made the swollen head of my cock slam hard into Becca's cervix and her ass cheeks slap loudly against my pelvis. She grunted and gasped while I smiled mischievously and put one hand onto the laces of her corset. I pushed her forward again and let the rocking motion of the chair bring her back to me. She began to enjoy the steady friction of my throbbing cock moving inside her; up and back, up and back. Her pink meaty lips painted my rigid shaft shiny and wet. I fucked her like that; from behind until she was moaning wildly and until her own body movements were making the chair move without my help. I stood very still, with my hands on my waist and watched as she went up and down on my cock like it was a pogo stick, her gorgeous tits swaying softly as she moved. I could tell that she was getting close and I chose selfishly to prolong the arrival of her second orgasm. I put my hands on her hips and brought her suddenly to an abrupt stop. I pulled my cock from her twat as she whimpered. I gave her that familiar double pat on the behind, and steadied her as she climbed down off the rocker. Her head was still a little foggy and she wobbled slightly as I led her across the room and stood her in front of the full length mirror on the wall. I stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, crossing them as I cupped her naked breasts. Becca's lightly scented hair was hanging partially down over her face; her areoles were dark and slightly smaller, her fully erect nipples were firm and ripe, I kissed the back of her head as they throbbed between my fingers. She rolled her head to the right and exposed her sexy neck. I kissed her softly; slowly working my lips down over her left shoulder. The feel of my warm wet lips against her skin made her shiver; I smiled as goose-bumps instantly appeared. My lips quivered lightly as I moved them methodically down over her and pressed them gently to the beautiful teal, pink and purple colored butterfly she had discreetly inked above her left shoulder blade. We stood calmly and quietly a couple feet in front of the mirror. Although it was only briefly; for Becca who was desperately yearning for release, it must have seemed like an eternity. I moved my hands downward over the back of her arms to her elbows. Slowly I lifted Becca's arms out in front of her and towards the wall; my hands slid down along the front side of her arms to her wrists. I gripped them tightly pushed the palms of her hands flat against the wall on opposite sides of the narrow mirror and told her to bend forward. She hesitated; which quickly prompted a firm open-handed slap to her right buttock from my right hand. "Please Baby, no" she gasped as she swiveled forward from the waist. There was an imprint of my hand still clearly visible on her stinging ass cheek when she leaned forward as she was told to do. She placed the underside of her forearms flat against the knotty pine wall, turned her head to the side and pressed her left cheek to the cold hard mirror. Her dangly earring clinking softy against the glass before going silent as it slowly stopped swinging. "That's better" I told her with a puzzled look; she was merely perpetuating her role and we both knew it. Her back arched slightly and her hips jutted outward as I slid my hand down over her silky wet crotch and slapped the insides of her upper thighs. She responded obediently this time and quickly parted her feet until almost the distance of a yardstick existed on the floor between her slutty high heels. I stood slightly to one side, with my left foot in front of hers and my right foot behind her; I eased forward and pressed my hard wet cock against the side of her bare ass. I caressed her ass cheeks and humped softly against her naked skin until a large droplet of sweet pre-cum trickled from the head of my cock and trailed down over the outside of her stocking clad thigh. She began to moan and then started to gyrate her hips against my hand begging silently for more attention. Shifting quietly behind her I placed my hands on her waist; she anxiously watched my every move, but kept her face pressed to the mirror as she was told. "That's a good girl" I whispered in her ear. My cock was rock hard, throbbing and poking uncomfortably against my lower abdomen. Since I had other plans for her panties; I slid my fingers beneath the narrow waistband of her thong, leaving my thumbs and pinkies draped over the outside. Becca moaned softly; rocking her hips to help shed them as my hands pushed them down over her sexy ass to around the middle of her thighs and stopped; leaving them stretched tightly between her parted legs. Becca took a deep breath; her body shuddered softly as I knelt behind her and allowed my hot breath to flow gently over her naked ass and across the trembling lips of her wet steamy sex as my puckered lips grazed the swollen outer lips of her pussy. I placed my hands firmly against the front of Becca's thighs, just above the top of her stockings to keep her from pulling away from my hot eager tongue as I pushed my face deeply between her ass cheeks. "Fuck Baby, you smell fantastic!" I gasped biting her playfully on the ass cheek; the scent of her sex was making my cock throb and my head spin. "O-h-h-h-h, Baby!" she moaned as she slid further down on the wall pushing her hot needy twat harder against my face. "Lick my cunt Baby! Suck on my clit, p-l-e-e-e-e-a-s-e!" she begged with her chest heaving, her voice cracking, and her shiny wet juices trickling down along the insides of her creamy thighs. I moved my hands from the front of her thighs and slid them up over her firm round buttocks, my fingers slipped beneath her tightly stretched garter straps while my thumbs flanked her ass crack. I pushed my thumbs upward and outward spreading her cheeks wide as I placed my tongue firmly over her puckered pink ring. I slowly traced the edges of the shiny dark triangle of tender flesh that delicately framed her tightly clinched forbidden orifice with the tip of my tongue. After two or three teasing trips with my tongue around her tender flower; I settled in and gave Becca a "five star" ass licking, circling her tender hole softly numerous times, slapping my hot wet tongue wildly against it, and pushing firmly against it with the tip until it began to yield. I then pressed my thumb against the inside of her left ass cheek and slipped my index and middle fingers into her twat; wiggling them deeply as I moved my third finger against her clit I licked, sucked and roughly fingered Becca's backside for quite some time; shoving my fingers deep between her wet silky walls, letting the fleshy webbing between my fingers slam hard against her swollen nubbin; eventually replacing my finger with my eager tongue. Becca's hot dripping cunt was soon pressed squarely against my face like an oxygen mask over the mouth of a fighter pilot at 20,000 feet as she ground her hard swollen clit against my chin. Ironically it was Becca who was soaring above the clouds. My cock was twitching wildly, my nostrils were flaring uncontrollably and my tongue was buried deep between her smooth silky walls when Becca pulled into another checkpoint. She screamed; slapped her hand hard against the wall; her thighs trembled and her ass cheeks quivered against my face. Pushing back hard against my swirling tongue, she moaned loudly. I savored the rewarding taste of her sweet nectar. Her thick tasty juices were smeared about my face; I had tiny clear droplets clinging to my goatee when I eased my face from between her cheeks. I tugged down on Becca's panties and pushed them down around her ankles; she stepped cautiously from them, steadying herself against the wall. Her sexy panties were turned inside out with the wet cotton crotch facing outward; they were draped over my right wrist and stretched between my thumb and middle finger. Still reeling from her second orgasm, Becca stood up straight, turned to face me and eased back against the mirror. I kissed the front of her thighs and licked my way upward from the top of her smooth pink mound across her lower abdomen, whisking my tongue gently underneath the lower edge of her corset between where her garter straps anchored at the top. I then stood up and brushed her warm soggy discarded panties against her left breast, pulling at her nipple. I smiled with delight as I listened to Becca moan and felt her shake beneath my gentle touch. I pushed my panty draped hand slowly upward from her breast over her collarbone and pressed it softly to her cheek, she gasped and turned her head to the right trying to avoid the wet feel of the soaked crotch against her face. My fingers followed the movement of her head; pressing her heavily scented wet panties roughly to her lips.