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Cold Night

By: NikkiRFan



Chaske walked into the warm apartment late in the afternoon. He removed his warm jacket and his gloves. He kicked his shoes off by the door and padded barefoot into the living room. He looked around the empty room with a frown. A fire was lit keeping the house cozy. Vancouver in the winter was no joke. He walked through the room into the kitchen. He saw dinner cooking slowly on the stove, the table set for two. Turning he walked out of the kitchen into the hall way. He walked up the carpeted stairs his foot steps silent, absorbed in the thick, lush carpet.

He made his way down the hall and entered his bedroom. He glanced around annoyed finding it empty. Then a smirk curled on his lips. He pushed the door open to the bathroom.

There she was completely unaware of him being there. Her eyes were shut as she soaked in the hot bath. Little wisps of steam rising from the water that covered her lush body. Her ears were blocked with the ear buds from her MP3. He could faintly make out the music to her favorite band Linkin Park.

He stood watching her for a few minutes. Her face was flushed from the heat of the water, she had nice tanned skin from constantly being outside back in America. Her long blond hair was golden, kissed high lights from the sun. Her mouth he loved. Her lower lip was a bit fuller than her upper lip giving her the appearance of pouting. Under the water lay her full large C cup breasts with nipples the color of cinnamon.

Slowly Chaske began to strip. He removed his long sleeved grey shirt leaving his chest and abs bare. He unbuttoned his jeans letting them fall to the floor along with his Calvin Klein boxers. He kicked them aside and pulled his socks off before moving closer. He knelt down and paused as she sang quietly.

"I've come so far and tried so hard, it doesn't even matter..."

Slowly Chaske lay his hand on her wet shoulder.

Raychelle's eyes flew open in shock but she calmed down seeing her boyfriend. Reaching up she pulled out the ear buds.

"Chaske you scared me! I didn't expect you home until much later tonight."

He chuckled and kissed her brow.

"I finished filming my scenes for today early so I came home. I saw that you have dinner cooking."

"Yeah but it's on low. I didn't want to rush." She explained.

"There is no need to rush at all." He said and pushed her forward gently and slid into the hot bath behind her.

She sighed out as she leaned back against his chest.

"These are the perfect times for us." She murmured softly.

He began to fondle her breasts relaxing behind her. She moaned out arching her back pushing her chest into his hands. He moved his head forward sucking on her neck as his finger tips began to harden her nipples.

Ray's bottom came up off the tub as she squirmed her body heating up from Chaske's touches. He bit down right above her collar bone teasing her with his teeth.

"Fuck Chaske." She groaned reaching behind herself and stroking his semi hard cock.

She began to firmly stroke him. Her finger tip circling the head of his massive man hood. He sighed out her name as his cock grew harder for her. It stood up straight from between his legs against his rock hard abs. She turned around to face him. Her blue eyes fired up in her wanton lust. His brown eyes crackling with a sexual fire for her.

She leaned in pressing her wet lips against his. They were kissing sloppily, horny beyond fuck but neither making the first move to take it all the way yet.

They groaned for each other, groping as they wetly kissed and greedily sucked on each others tongues. Ray was tingling in desperation between her legs in her soaking wet cunt.

"I think this bath is finished don't you?" Chaske asked her in a deep voice that send chills down her spine.

"Yeah, I think we could be more productive OUT of the bath." She said with a coy smile.

He unplugged the draining sending the water down and lifted her wet body into his arms. He teasingly bit her nipple and carried her to their shared bedroom laying her down on the center and crawling above her.

He moved up her body slowly kissing and biting in her sensitive spots. He groaned in want as he inhaled the scent between her legs. He bent back down pressing his lips into a tender kiss against her trembling clit.

"Chaske!" She cried out her hands gripping his hair pressing him into her.

He smiled loving how she cried for him and began to lick up and down her slit. Her wetness was thick and sweet, coating his tongue. The tip circled her clit then he bit down on it tugging it between his teeth. Before she could cry out for more he stiffened his tongue driving it up into her cunt hole.

She thrashed in want, digging her heels into his back trying to keep him in place. She was no longer in the mood for teasing she wanted her orgasm.

Chaske's hands slid to her ass gripping it as he ate her out. He slurped enjoying his appetizer and how she tugged his hair when he got an especially sensitive part of her. He licked at her g-spot and sucked over her hole. He made his way lower so he could lick in her ass knowing she loved him eating her ass out as much as she liked him to eat out her pussy.

Ray raised her back up off the bed, her eyes rolling as she begged him. He pulled his mouth from her quivering pussy and stared deep into her eyes before he thrust his hardness deep into her. He fit up all the way to his balls and she was as tight as blood pressure cuff.

His hands gripped her hips as he started to thrust.

"SON OF A BITCH CHASKE FUCK ME ALREADY!" She screamed bucking wildly.

He laughed pulling almost all the way out and rammed into her hitting her cervix. He thrusted hard smashing into her as she locked her legs around his back and grunted in pleasure.

"Does that feel good baby?" He asked her in a slightly mocking tone.

Her eyes narrowed hearing as she dug her nails into his ass forcing him in deeper, begging for it to be harder. The bed rocked passionately with their thrusting, her breasts bouncing up and down for him as she neared her orgasm. 

He met her mouth panting his tongue tickling the roof of her mouth. She bit down on his lip as she shook with her orgasm. He held her ass keeping her pressed against his body as he grinded in her.

"Chaske, oh Chaske! I...I'm cumming. Oh I'm cumming." She cried out as her orgasm washed over her.

Feeling her twitching around his cock sent him over the edge. His cock stiffened his balls lifting as he began to unload his cum into her. Coating her walls with his thick manness.

Panting he lay on top of her holding her, rubbing her back as she relaxed. 

"So babe, let's get ready for dinner. Maybe there'll be dessert after." He whispered against her damp hair. 

She giggled getting up taking his hand. Naked in their after glow from their orgasms they headed down.

Cold Night, Colder Wife



It happened one cold winter night, in late January. 

Iowa winters can be brutal this time of year, not to mention they can be long. Needless to say one can get a serious case of cabin fever this time of year.

Since the weather had been crappy, I had been laid off of work. I work in the construction business. Concrete is my trade and nobody's pouring concrete in twenty below zero temperatures.

My being in the house all the time I started to notice had been putting extra strain on my wife. I was starting to sense that she was getting tired of looking at me. She had also not been wanting sex as much as usual. She was almost becoming as cold to me as the January frost when it came to sex.

This was becoming strange to me and highly unusual. For we most times had sex three to four times a week.

This was becoming very hard for me to take. My wife was an extremely sexy woman.

Strawberry blonde almost to her waist curly hair. Green eyes, long eye lashes that she usually painted black. Nice fat full lips, with the whitest teeth possible. The shine of those white teeth and her constant use of clear lip gloss I couldn't help but think of nothing but kissing those lips, and more.

Her body, well it was what I would call mommy perfect, we had three children and lets face it that can wear on a woman a bit. 

She had gained a few pounds from the births, she was now I would say one hundred and thirty some pounds five foot six, which I thought the extra pounds looked great. I was never one for super thin women. I want my women with some curves, I want a woman, not a ironing board. When we had met she was one hundred fifteen pounds, I was one hundred twenty myself. During her pregnancy her breasts had grown from b-cups to I would say c-cups, and haven't shrunk any which was nice. However I am not a breast man, I enjoy the ass much more.

Speaking of ass, hers is to die for. Firm, nice round maybe a bit of a bubble butt but small enough that when she bends slightly she shows those nice shaved pussy lips.

She is always dressed classy. Nice button up blouses. Matching thong and bra. Always in thigh highs, dress slacks, skirts, boots with heels, or pumps.

Very classy in everything she does.

One thing about her and I don't know if she does it on purpose or not, but if you watch her for a while sure enough some nice cleavage will burst out of her blouse, or she will bend over just far enough to show that sweet ass. I always wondered if she done this in public. 

Needless to say the woman constantly gives me a hard on. 

Getting back to the lack of sex we were not having and the reason for this story relating to that cold January night. She had went to bed early around eight o'clock. I like a dummy asked her if she wanted to mess around, she responded very politely no. I asked her if things were ok with her, she very politely responded yes, I am just wore out due to the kids and the household chores, something I need to start helping with she reminded me as she walked away.

I not being a big t.v. watcher logged online to my favorite poker site and started to play.

I started to notice some of the women's user names on the tables.

"easyjen69" "brabustamom" "likmegd6969" I started to think of sex. I was pretty sure the wife was sleeping so I started to surf the internet looking for porn videos. Anybody who has done this knows immediately I was getting my fix.

I watched beautiful busty women do the dirtiest things I could only imagine, all I could think of was why can't the wife and myself do things like that.

I would rub my stiff cock and even though I was watching other women, I couldn't help but imagine my wife doing those things to me. I also imagined her being the one in the videos taking those men on and being treated like a slut.

I finally got to the point where I could hardly keep my eyes open, and slipped into bed.

She had fallen asleep with the t.v. on I noticed when I went in. I quietly started to look for the remote to turn it off.

While looking through the bed for the remote I noticed the blankets were off her butt and she had on a tan lace thong on.

Still rock hard from the porn videos this discovery took me over the edge. 

My heart started to race, my dick started to throb, I stood there eyes fixated on her perfect ass and that thong stuck way in it.

I slowly and very gently and shaking placed my hand on her ass.

She did not move. I started to very gently rub her ass getting closer and closer to her tong in between her cheeks. She suddenly moved I immediately yanked my hand off of her and noticed I was breathing like a wind tunnel.

After she was done stirring, I noticed she had cocked up one leg onto her body pillow and her ass was up in the air, totally exposing her thronged pussy.

I couldn't resist no more, I slowly stuck my face as close to her ass as I could and took a smell. All I could smell was her sweet pussy, and I was now stroking my dripping cock hand under my boxers.

I moved my face closer and stuck out my tongue and lightly licked her thong. She didn't move. I licked harder the next time, and got a nice taste of her pussy. Her thong was slimy with her wetness and I caught a glimpse from the television light of her sweet wetness sticking from the tip of my tongue to her thong, my body began to shake. I could no longer take it.

I without any care in the world shoved my face in between her ass cheeks and hungrily, lustfully, frantically started to lick her pussy and shove my face in her ass.

She moaned, she turned around and said "what are you doing" "shut up" I said with a shaking voice. 

I ripped her thong off grabbed her wrists and ate her like never before. I licked every inch of her between her legs. Her wetness was saturated all over my face.

She broke free from my grip and with forceful strength shoved my head hard in her pussy.

Her hips were rocking, she was moaning she was getting wetter with each lick until she exploded into a body quivering orgasm. As she was cumming I looked up at her noticing that she was squeezing her rose colored nipples as she got off.

Her hips finally dropped to the bed, she let out a gasp lifted my head up and said "now fuck me"

Without hesitation I pulled off my boxers and drove all eight inches of myself into her wet pussy, she let out a loud moan, wrapped her legs around me and grinded on my fat cock. I could hardly move she had me squeezed so hard. All I could do was to let her take control.

I was so deep inside of her I could feel what I am guessing was the bottom of her pussy grinding on the head of my penis. It was almost like a giant tongue licking me hard and fast. My cock started to swell my balls tightened up and she said, 'cum in me baby" before those words were out I could feel my cum rushing down my balls as she went into another hard orgasm.

After we settled she says "what's got into you"

I didn't answer, I think she knows.



Cold Night Dreams



Curled up in a ball on my oversized chair, wrapped in a red, fluffy blanket, my book is precariously balanced in my left hand. My right arm wrapped around my body keeping the cool night air from reaching my soft naked skin. The heating had turned off hours ago, but I was determined to finish this book.

Eyes burning with exhaustion, arms aching, digging myself deeper into my chair, I continue to read. Peering over the pages I notice the cat perched on top of the couch glaring down at my sleeping dog. A smile creeps onto my face at the comfort I feel in the room -- my room.

Against my will my eyes finally close, book falling to the floor with a bang, as if sounding the start of another dream.....

The sound echoes through my head as I close the car door behind me. Walking down a grey pebble stone path I am lead through black wrought iron gates opening into spacious parklands. Heading into the heart of the park, I take in my surroundings. The boundary fences barely visible hidden behind large gum trees. Brightly coloured flowers cover the soil beneath the over sized trees. Purple and orange hues of the petals a stunning contrast against the pale grey of the tree trunks.

Looking up into the sky, I watch the sun slowly disappear behind dark clouds, their heaviness and weight bearing down on the earth. These are the days I love the most. The smell of the rain in the air, dark clouds threatening to break and mother nature filling my soul.

The threat of rain not deterring me in the least, I bend down and take off my shoes and socks, carelessly tossing them aside. Standing on the lush grass I wiggle my toes feeling the coolness beneath my feet. Tipping my head once again to the sky I close my eyes and feel the air rush over my face.

Standing there letting nature surround me my mind lets go, the walls come down. My mind lost as I feel a single drop of rain touch my face. Raising a hand to my cheek I caress that first drop into my skin. Tracing my hand across my face as more rain kisses my skin, I feel free. Slowly the rain starts to fall, and as if giving me permission; tears start to fill my eyes.

As tears flow down my cheeks I raise my arms above my head, palms out, letting the now steady flow of rain fall over me. Opening my mouth, sticking out my tongue I taste the raindrops mixed in with the salt of my tears.

Still barefooted I make my way over to a seat I had noticed earlier. Even though semi-protected by a large willowy tree, the wetness from the rain seeps into my jeans as I sit down. As the wind picks up and whips through the branches above me more raindrops fall soaking my already wet clothes now clinging to my body.

Bringing my feet into my arse, I wrap my arms around my legs hugging them to my chest. Resting my chin on my knees, my sadness starts to flow freely. Sobs stir from deep within as if the gates to my soul have been opened. Rain continues to fall, plastering my hair over my face across my tear filled eyes.

Taking my hands to my face, burying my eyes into my palms, I start to feel comfort in the rain and wind around me. As if mother nature is holding me close, letting me know it's okay to release all that I hold so dear. My thoughts turn to loss and loneliness wishing I could find this comfort also in people.

The noise of the rain in the leaves fills my ears, the presence of another not even felt. My body jumps as fingers tips trace over the hair running down my cheeks. I look up startled, his eyes gazing at my tear stained face. He moves his hands and brushes away the hair that has now fallen into my eyes. His touch soft yet confident

I take him in with my stare, his long black jacket hanging heavy from the weight of the rain, hair plastered against his chiseled face. His black denim jeans patchy from walking through the weather, his dark grey boots soaked. This dark haired, green eyed stranger before me has sought me out. Through my sadness a small smile tugs at my lips.

Dropping my legs, I lean back he bends over gently taking my face into his hands and kisses each of my cheeks, as if lifting the tears off my skin. Then whisper soft, he presses his lips against mine; a moan escapes instantaneously from my throat as he deepens our kiss. Moving into his mouth, all sadness and loneliness are set free. A sense of peace fills me.

He breaks away, smiling at me, knowing what he has just given me. He takes my left hand into his, raises it to his mouth and licks my wrist. I laugh. He whispers in my ear then kisses me once more on each eye lid, he then turns and walks away from me. Wanting to follow him, my dark hair green eyed stranger, I watch as the wind lifts his coat behind him, as he confidently strides toward the wrought iron gates in the distance.

Watching him walk away his whispered words still heard in my soul - you never know what the future may hold. I lift my fingers to my mouth still feeling the echo of him and I smile not knowing.....

My imaginary world starts to fall away as a freezing chill reaches my bones as my blanket falls to the floor. Raising my hand to my cheek I can still feel his lips on my tears. Somewhere hoping the stranger with dark hair and green eyes will cross my path again.... and soon.



Cold Night, Hot Shower



The rain came down in a hard, staccato beat on her windshield. She let the engine idle outside of the convenience store, still two blocks from her destination. No matter how high she turned the air conditioning, the air seemed humid and sticky. In the dark, she could barely make out the next set of traffic lights through the rain, as the streetlights did little to help the glowing lights of the stores that lined the streets. 

"I have to do this. I have to" Sarah repeated out loud to herself. After four years of waiting, it seemed like this should be a moment to savor and anticipate. Instead, she felt like she was melting in her own t-shirt, completely terrified of the gap between what she was thinking and what she intended to say. The clock on her dashboard flipped to 9:07, making her seven minutes late. 

Suddenly, her phone vibrated silently on the seat next to her. Where r u flashed up in the little text box, and Sarah knew right away if she didn't go now, it would be her last chance to see him, possibly ever. Cursing under her breath, she double-checked her reflection in the mirror and put the car into drive. 

Now or never.

She turned the car around the corner and back along the brighter, busy street. The sign for his hotel was enormous and illuminated, in no way could she lie and say she missed it. Even through the pounding rain, she could distinguish him from the people hurrying in out of the rain or past with umbrellas. She pulled up to the sidewalk and put down her window slightly.

"Hey, c'mon!" she half-shouted, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice. 

He squinted and then smiled at her, walking quickly to her car and sliding into the front seat. As he ran his hand over his hair, she felt like the car had shrunk. As he turned to look at her, her eyes shot forward and she stepped on the gas to avoid his look.

"Hey" he smiled. 

She glanced at him sideways, and finally relaxed, smiling back.



Arriving at the small, crowded restaurant, they found a booth in the back where it was quiet enough to talk. The lights were low and the easy music made it hard to stay focused. Once they had settled and had a few drinks, the conversation flowed more liberally. Sarah tried her best to censor herself, but thankfully Mike just laughed at her outlandish comments as they talked about their lives. She couldn't help but stare at him, remembering so many things, looking for others that had changed. Her thoughts kept trying to stay on the conversation, but as she ran her eyes over his broad shoulders and arms, she couldn't help but think of how he used to carry her and make love to her. There were entire weekends where they didn't get out of bed, nights that lasted until five in the morning. Sometimes it was sweet, attentive and loving sex, others it was hard and dirty and sometimes angry. Then the other memories came back, other women and nights of tears. Sarah felt the sharp sting of remembrance, and it must have shown in her face because he called her on it.

"What's up? You have this weird look" Mike commented.

"Nothing....just thinking about us, and the past" she said with a slight sigh.

"That was then Sarah, this is now. Things are a lot different than they were five years ago" he said seriously.

"How can you be so sure?" she said guarded, feeling like it was more of a rhetorical question than anything.

"I dunno exactly how...we were young, in school. Now we're adults, as much as we'll ever be and are in a different point in our lives" Mike replied.

"Oh really? If things are so different, then why are we here, together, right now?" she said with a bit of an edge. If only things were so simple...

"I'm sorry, I don't know. What I do know is that I did think of you sometimes, even before you started sending me emails. I figured you were married to that guy and I was in a serious relationship. What was the point of us talking? But you did keep trying, and finally when you said you wanted to meet up and I was in Toronto at the time, I realized despite everything I wanted to see you too. Then you started calling me, and texting me...I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what I would feel when I saw you, but I was willing to try and obviously you were too" he said with a quiet, even look on his face.

"So here we are, talking in the same circles. Some things have changed, but not enough to be of any value to either of us. We're different people now, so I guess we have to stop living in the past and accept the fact things were over for a reason, a long time ago." Sarah struggled to find something eloquent and final to add, however her heart felt like it was going to explode. I have to get out of here, I can't stand for him to see me cry she thought feverishly to herself. "I have to go. Sorry this didn't turn out the way we hoped."

She stood up, threw a $20 on the table and grabbed her coat as she turned on her heel and back out into pouring rain. She didn't get more than ten feet away from the restaurant before a hand grabbed her arm roughly and swung her around. Mike pulled her into his arms and kissed her, in a perfect way that was soft yet hard at the same time. As their lips connected, she felt like she was going to melt and disappear into the drain with the rest of the rain that poured down around them. Her arms found their way around his neck and he pulled her in to him tightly. His body was warm and hard, with the scent of him filling her senses with memory after memory. It felt like they had never been apart. The sounds of the rain, the cars driving by, the music coming from the restaurant....it all faded as the world stopped around them, time slowing down to give them a moment that would last forever. 

He pulled away from her so slightly, and whispered her name in her ear.

"Sarah...."

Suddenly they were kissing again, but now with a sense of urgency. Sarah felt like they should be literally steaming on the street, with the heat from their bodies causing a sizzle reaction where their now soaked clothing touched them. 

Without a word, Mike broke their kiss and threw his jacket around her shoulders. Taking her hand, he led her almost at a run back in the direction of the hotel. Her head was swimming and her body on fire as he pulled her through the revolving doors of the hotel, pushing her up against the mirrors of the elevator and kissing her deeply and passionately. 

As they stumbled into the warm room, she suddenly realized how cold and wet she was from the rain. He led her directly to the enormous marbled bathroom and turned the shower on full blast to hot. As the steam started to rise, he picked her up in his arm and stepped under the spray. As the warm water started to soak through their damp clothing, he kissed her again and again and again. 

"Let's get you out of these wet things" he murmured with a smile. Sarah felt like she was in a daze, that she no longer had any control of what was happening. Her body had taken over and was calling the shots. He pulled her t-shirt up over her head, and unhooked her bra. He ran his hands over her bare shoulders, along her arms and down her stomach. He reached up and cupped her small breasts with his hands, gently massaging them in small circles. The heat from the shower and his touch was making her delirious. She began to suspect she was imaging this entire thing. His hands slid down towards her jeans, undoing them and pulling them down to her ankles and off her feet. Lastly came her flimsy, soaked underwear which he ran his hands down her entire leg as he pulled them off. She felt the sensation of her knees feeling like they would buckle, as they instinctively turned outwards slightly, to allow him access to wherever he wanted. Still kneeling, he moved his hands back upwards until they were almost right between her legs. Her legs parted further still as she leaned backwards again the shower wall for support. His head was positioned right where he wanted, so he had a full view of everything. He leaned his cheek against the inside of her thigh, and used his right hand to travel upwards and explore. He lightly touched her completely swollen lips, only to find a heavy coating of pussy juice already covering them. Mike sucked in his breath slightly, he knew she was excited but had no idea she was this far. Her eyes were shut tightly against the spray of the water, unable to deal with what was happening. She had waited so long for this moment, it was almost unbearable. As he lightly grazed her clit with his fingers, she shivered with white-hot passion. He turned to kiss her thigh in several places, then took his index finger and slid it slowly up into her. 

"MIKE....Mike...oh god..." she choked. The response was immediate and her wet, swollen pussy closed tightly around his finger, making a helpless effort to move her hips, encouraging more penetration. He shuddered with her response, his already stiff penis turning into a piece of hot, hard granite. Mike's balls were so swollen and heavy, it was almost painful. He put his face close to her pussy in attempt to smell her scent, as he obliged her and added a second finger to the first. He wanted to badly to bury his face in her crotch, and make her cum again and again with his tongue, but knew there would be plenty of time for that later. 

She moaned in agony as he withdrew his fingers from her, and realized that they both only wanted one thing. Sarah reached forward to help him rip off his soaked clothes, and moaned in delight when she saw the throbbing erection trying to burst through his boxers. She pulled them off urgently, and although she needed his cock in her, she couldn't help herself and used her hands to cup his ass cheeks and to force his hard dick deep into her mouth. 

"AHHHHHHHH SARAH.....OH GOD..." Mike groaned deeply as the head of his cock slid along the back of her throat. Her mouth was hot and wet, and she was sucking on his cock like she was going to swallow it whole. He could feel the pre-cum leak like a tiny stream out of his cock and down into her throat. Without warning, she pulled her slippery mouth off his cock and replaced them with her hand, as she leaned under him and gently pulled his balls into her mouth. He groaned out loud again and again, as she delicately but firmly massaged his balls with her tongue, and then started to move backwards towards his ass hole. 

"FUCK SARAH, FUCK!!!" he cried out loud as he tongue pushed roughly into his asshole, leaving no time for games. She licked and sucked on his ass like an inside out popsicle. He was vaguely aware she was trying to jam as many fingers as possible up into herself, practically humping her own hand as she desperately ate his ass out. 

Feeling like his entire being was lodged somewhere between his balls and his cock, screaming to be emptied into Sarah, he backed away and roughly pulled her to her feet. Without a word, he pulled her up into his arms as she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. Penetration was immediate, and they both cried out with pleasure and held each other tighter. He thrust his hips upwards, driving his cock as far into her as he could go. Sarah squirmed and pushed back, moaning and calling his name.

Mike leaned forward and kissed her hard and urgently, as his tongue slid in and around her mouth. His heart was pounding in his chest, as his cock hammered in and out of her wet, swollen pussy. He closed his eyes, soaking in the feeling of being inside of her in every possible way. He slowly came back to the moment, and realized she was gasping and moaning for him to fuck her harder and deeper, which only enhanced his lust.

Sarah felt him shift, and she reluctantly let him withdraw from her, only to have her spin around and lean forward, resting her hands on the marble bench in the shower. He grabbed her hips and slid his cock right back into her, as she moaned with pleasure. Mike was able to fuck her with wild abandon, pounding her dripping wet pussy like a jackhammer. 

"OH YEAH, FUCK ME MIKE, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!" Sarah yelled and moaned, in ecstasy over Mike's huge, rock-hard cock dominating her pussy and fucking the hell out of her. Her screams only drove him on, but realizing that his balls were heading towards the edge of no return. 

Once again he quickly withdrew from her, and then sat himself on the bench, pulling her right back on top of him, straddling him and allowing for complete penetration. 

Sarah moaned with pleasure, this new feeling even better than the other positions. She was able to shift her body to the side and lean back, exposing their coupled genitals and even see his cock trace a faint outline as it pushed upwards against her stomach. She shivered as she imagined him cumming deep in her womb, filling her with his creamy, hot sperm. Sarah kept picturing him pouring load after load of his hot cum in her, completely dominating her. 

They clutched onto each other tightly, alternating between kissing and biting each other along the neck and shoulders. They each moaned as different shifts of their bodies grinding together created new shockwaves that made them even hotter. As she leaned back again, eyes heavy with lust as she slid up and down, back and forth on his huge cock, he reached forward and put his thumb between her legs. Everything was so wet and slippery, he had no problem reaching her stretched out clit and rubbing it in small, quick circles.

"Sarah, I want you to cum....I want you to cum for me" he moaned, staring right into her eyes. Sarah shuddered and her pussy tightened on his cock. 

"Yes Mike, yes, I'm going to cum and I want you to cum in me, cum deep in me" she murmured helplessly.

"Once you cum, I'm going to squirt all the sperm I have deep into you. I want my balls to explode and every drop to go in you" he replied, voice heavy with lust. "I want you to beg for my cum, and then I will give it to you." He deliberately slowed down the circles of his thumb on her clit.

"No Mike, please don't stop, I need to you make me cum, I want you to cum, deep inside of me, cum deep inside of me...." She moaned in agony, grinding her hips down onto his cock. He started to speed up his thumb again, knowing he was going to cum any second.

"Please Mike, please, please, cum in me, I need your hot, creamy cum, please cum in me, PLEASE MIKE, PLEASE, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OH GOD PLEASE...." She could feel tears forming in the corners of her eyes, she was so desperate for his wet sperm that she felt like she was going to pass out if she didn't get it right away.

"You want it? You want my cum deep inside you?" he panted, now both of them humping, grinding and sliding against each other as intensely as possible.

Sarah spread her legs wide open as she frantically rode his cock, pushing her clit up against his finger, now unable to control herself any more.

"YES, OH MY GOD, YES, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, MIKE I'M CUMMING, FUCK MIKE, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, MIKE, MIKE, OH GOD!!!!!" she sobbed and screamed at the same time feeling her orgasm spread from between her legs to all over her body. She cried and shuddered and would have taken his entire body in between her legs if it were possible.

"SARAH, SARAH, I'M GOING TO FILL YOU WITH MY CUM, I'M GOING TO FILL YOU WITH SPERM, I'M CUMMING I'M CUMMING" he yelled, as his balls tightened into tight sacs, as the sperm began to travel up into his cock and out into her. He yelled and gripped her tightly, feeling wave after wave of hot, fertile sperm flow up out of his cock and into her. 

They held each other tightly, heaving and shuddering under the massive explosions of their orgasms. He then turned off the water, grabbing a towel for each of them and wrapped her tightly in one. They made it to the bed, and rested before the next shower time.



Cold Night/Hot Time



This is the first of the stories written by my boyfriend and I. This was written by my boyfriend, the characters in this story are his development. As the series go on, they develop based on the stories that come before it. Enjoy! 

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As the cold night's air and slight rain start to sober Jennifer up a little, she realises just how silly an idea it was to walk home from Charlotte's party. Its 3am, she's all alone and still quite tipsy. 

"Why the hell did I decide to walk home?" she mutters to herself, certain she can hear the cracking of twigs behind her. "Is anyone there?" she calls out, hoping no one replies. 

She continues walking and decides the feeling of being followed is definitely just paranoia at walking home very late on her own while drunk. 

She makes it to her door and puts the key in the lock. She knows her family are away, so does not worry about making noise. Just as she steps into her house she is grabbed from behind by a tall strong figure. She goes to struggle and shout, but the figure is too strong and the hand covering her mouth is too firmly in place. The last thing Jennifer recalls is a sharp pain in her neck as she falls unconscious. 

As Jennifer groggily comes to, she tries to move and realises she is tied down. As she quickly clears her head she realises she is blindfolded, naked and tied to the four corners of the bed by strong leather bonds. She struggles and shouts out only to have her cries stifled by soft lips against hers. "Quiet pretty one." 

Although this voice is hushed it is very commanding and Jennifer is immediately still. 

"I have brought you to my home and as long as you comply with my requests you will not be harmed," the same hushed voice says. Jennifer feels a single finger run from the tip of her toe, up her foot, gently up to the side of her thigh and onward up the side of her body to her neck where once again she feels a sharp pain, similar to a bite but with much sharper teeth. She feels faint and slips out of consciousness once more. 

The next time Jennifer is aware of her surroundings, she feels fingers slowly caressing her stomach while the quiet voice whispers her name into her ear. The figure seems to realise she is awake as he moves his hands up to her aroused nipples and starts gently teasing them while still calling into her ear. 

"Who are you, why am I here?" she calls out, but softly, betraying the fact she is enjoying his touch. 

"Do not ask questions!" He punctuates his point by pulling sharply on her nipple eliciting a moan from Jennifer's body. 

"But you are holding me here against my will!" she calls out defiantly. 

"I told you to stop." This time his sharp nails are grated against her breast and cause her to call out in pain. 

"She's obviously not going to stop." A new voice calls out from far away. A female voice. 

"I think you're going to have to teach her that we can cause great pleasure or pain depending on how she acts." 

"I think you are right." the male voice states and Jennifer feels the hand leave her body. 

"Jennifer, we are going to untie you now, if you try to run or struggle it will only make things worse, nod your head if you understand." 

Jennifer nods her head but predictably tries to get away once her body is untied. Four strong hands restrain her. 

"That was very stupid, Jennifer" The female whispers venomously into her ear. 

The hands move Jennifer and she feels her hands being pulled above her head as her feet are chained to the floor. 

"Now we are going to remove the blindfold," The male voice states. 

Jennifer blinks in the harsh light and looks around. She can see the male. He is fairly tall and slim with sandy blonde hair. However the first thing she notices is the way his eyes shine. They appear to be brown, and blue and grey and yellow all at once it is captivating. In fact, she thinks to herself, he is quite captivating in general. He appears to be almost radiating light, and he is so beautiful. This is in stark contrast to the place she is chained in. It is a dark room, painted black, which is dimly light expect for the bright spotlight on her. She can see a table with restraints on her left and can see a cage on her right. She thinks she can see all manner of whips and toys over to the side but is not sure due to the bright light. 

"Where is the woman?" Jennifer asks, she is answered as she feels hands come from around her to cup her breasts and a body is pressed against her back. 

"The woman behind you is Laura." The man returns to using his hushed voice. 

"I am Robert, the leader of this covenant." Robert nods towards Laura and she pulls her body away. Suddenly, Jennifer feels the crack of a whip against her back. 

"No girl is fit to enter our covenant until she has learnt not to disobey." Robert nods to Laura to continue. Crack, the whip strikes Jennifer's bottom. Again and again the whip strikes her body. Not once in the same place and each time being just soft enough to not break the skin. 

"Enough" Robert proclaims, and the whipping stops. "I want you to cover her body in lotion so that the pain is eased." 

As Laura goes to the side to find the lotion Robert walks right up to Jennifer and places his hand lightly between her legs. As he nibbles her ear he moves his hand up and runs his nails over Jennifer's stomach, leaving straight red marks up her body. 

"We will not seriously harm you," he whispers right before biting into her neck. Jennifer feels the blood being sucked out of the wound as Robert stops and licks the wound to clear the drops of blood. 

"You taste so good," he absently whispers, a glazed look in his eyes. He steps away from her and watches as Laura applies to lotion all over Jennifer's body, making Jennifer squirm as it is applied to her breasts. 

"We are now going to move you to the table." Robert says as Laura undoes the chains. Jennifer, having learnt by now, obediently walks to the table and lies down. Once she is tied to the table, Robert explains to her what will happen to her. 

"You have been punished for your earlier misconduct and now we can show you the joys of our covenant." As soon as Robert has stopped speaking he kisses Jennifer, and she feels lips kissing her feet. As Robert passionately continues kissing her, she feels Laura's mouth and tongue slowly working its way up her body. Laura kisses along the inside of her thighs and kisses around Jennifer's lips, teasing her and causing her to moan quietly into Roberts' mouth. 

Suddenly Laura flicks her tongue over Jennifer's clit and makes her cry out as Laura vigorously licks her clit while sliding one finger inside her. Laura then stops and removes her finger before kissing down Jennifer's body until she is kissing her ass. She then snakes her tongue out and starts flicking her tongue over Jennifer's ass causing loud moans into Robert's mouth. Laura then returns to licking her clip, while inserting a finger into Jennifer's ass. 

Robert uses this instant to close his mouth over Jennifer's nipple and cause her to throw her head from side to side as she reaches the edge. Just as she starts to call out in orgasmic bliss all tongues and fingers are removed from her body. After a second Jennifer realises she has been denied her pleasure and cries out. 

"You will only receive your pleasure once you have pleasured each of us in turn." Robert forcefully tells Jennifer. As Laura unties her, Jennifer jumps on her, tears off her clothes and forces her onto her back where she assaults Laura's clit attempting to make her come as quickly as possible, in an attempt to bring about her own orgasm. Laura thrashes around beneath Jennifer and is quickly screaming in pleasure. 

Jennifer then quickly turns her attention to Robert, who is still standing watching the pair, and simply pulls down his trousers before sliding her lips over the head of his member. This causes Robert to moan out, as he closes his eyes and lets the feeling of Jennifer's lips engulf his senses. He calls out in pleasant shock when he feels a second tongue flick across his balls. He looks down to see a recovered Laura joining Jennifer in pleasuring him. The two take it in turn to press their lips around his shaft or flick their tongue over his balls. As he nears orgasm the two press their tongues either side of his shaft and move their heads up and down it in perfect unison. This causes him to cry out as Laura, knowing Robert's body better than Jennifer, swallows his shaft completely and drains him. 

Jennifer is still extremely horny and Laura gently laps between her legs while Robert recovers. Once he has he pushes Laura aside and forces himself inside a ready Jennifer, which causes her to cry out his name. As he continues to fuck her hard and fast Laura kisses Jennifer passionately and nibbles at her neck and chest. As Jennifer comes hard she feels Laura bite hard into her neck and drink, starting to drain her blood. This confuses Jennifer; especially once Robert bites into his own wrist and tells her to drink. As the transfer takes place Robert tells Jennifer about the fact that she will now be entering into the covenant of Vampyres, which is led by himself. And that she is to be his equal. 

He goes on to explain that in order to make her a vampire as strong as possible to lead with him he had to plant his seed in her as well as giving her his blood. It is the perfect union as it was done during the height of pleasure. Robert removes his wrist from her mouth and moves Laura away from her throat. He then picks up Jennifer in her weakened state and carries her next door into a bedroom. 

"Laura make sure none one disturbs us until we awaken" This is his last command before dismissing her and climbing into the bed, holding his new queen against him as the two of them drift off to sleep together.



Cold Night Turns Romantic



I always heard that doing a good deed never goes unrewarded. Well last winter during a cold Michigan winter storm, six of us were leaving work about six PM. The weather was getting ugly, it was snowing all afternoon and about an hour ago the snow had turned to sleet. Four of the people turned left and headed towards the interstate. One of the girls from work turned right onto the snow covered two lane road, I turned right behind her. 

I followed her for about half a mile when she started sliding out of control. She almost got the car under control when she hit the shoulder. She slowly slid sideways into the ditch along the side of the road. 

When I saw her go into the initial slide I slowed down and was in no danger of following her into the ditch, thank god for front wheel drive. I went past her to the next drive and pulled in to see if I could help. When I got to her car, a rear –wheeled Camero, she had the rear end almost buried to the axle. I knocked on her driver side window, she jumped, looking out the window she yelled; "Oh John, you scared the shit out of me!"

I commented; "Well if that's how you're going to act, I'm leaving!" She pleaded with me to stay and help. I wasn't going anywhere, but I had to give her a hard time. Her name was Laurie and even though I was one of her supervisors, she was always a pain in the ass, a great looking pain in the ass, but never the less a pain in my rear. She's around thirty, about five foot ten inches tall, long, super thick blonde hair hanging straight to the middle of her back and had a body well put together. Laurie had very large breasts and seemed to be very full and firm. Her waist was starting to show signs of her age, but still slim, it showed her ass which was full and rounded; they were attached to legs with great shapely thighs.

As I looked in the window at her glazed blue eyes, I noticed fear in them, thinking I was going to leave. I reassured her that I would do what I could to help her out of her predicament. "You might as well turn off the engine, I doubt if you'll be getting this car out of the ditch tonight. Why don't you lock your car and come on over and hop into my car, I have a cell phone and you can call your husband, the two of you can decide what to do."

We got into my car, it was really coming down now and my car was covered in ice. I threw on the defrosters trying to melt the ice accumulated on the windshield, the interior finally started to warm up. I turned to Laurie and handed her my cell; "Here you go Laurie, call your husband."

She started dialing; "Oh my god!" she cried.

"Now what Laurie!" starting to regret stopping to help her.

She looked at me with a panic saying; "My husband is out of town till the end of the week on business!"

I tried to calm her; "Don't worry Laurie, we'll figure something out. We can call for road service, but in this weather we'll be here half the night."

"Do you mind if I call my parents."

"No, go ahead, that's what the cell phone is for."

She tried them but didn't get an answer. By now the car was really heating up and the ice had melted off the windshield and I asked her what she wanted to do, I thought she was going to cry.

"I hate this weather, why does this shit always happen to me, how will I get to work in the morning!"

"Calm down Laurie!" 

She looked at me; "Would you mind driving me home!"

I smiled at her; "Settle down Laurie, think of me as your personal chauffeur."

I finally got her to smile; "I better lock up my car and leave a note just in case the police came along."

"You write the note and I'll lock up the car and get your purse for you. You stay in the car, relax and calm down; I'll take care of everything!" I locked up the car, came back to my car, picked up the note from her and placing it under the wiper, trudged back to the car. When I got back in I was half frozen; "We better get going, the weather is getting worse. Would you like to stop at the drive-through for a bite to eat?"

Shaking her head she replied; "We better get to my place as quickly as possible, I can fix something for the two of us once we get there."

I was wondering if anything would become of this. I told myself not to put the cart before the horse and stop reading things into a simple kind gesture.

Laurie lived about ten miles from work on a dead end road that wasn't salted or plowed, it was hell. It took us a good half hour to travel the ten miles, but by the time we arrived Laurie had calmed down and was talking about a number of subjects. When we got to her place I noticed she didn't have a garage, but I had one of those windshield covers, what a lifesaver. 

Laurie ran into the house while I attached the cover to the windshield. When I entered the house the first thing I noticed was the huge sunken living room. Laurie was trying to start a fire in the fireplace. It was warm in the house, but she wanted a fire to take the chill out of her bones. When she turned around I was behind her, Laurie noticed my socks and pants, they were soaked from the freezing rain; "Follow me John, I'll find you a robe and a pair of slippers to put on while your clothes dry by the fire."

When I came out of the bathroom, she was on the phone with her husband. She was explaining what happened to her car and told him she got a ride home from one of the girls from work. She gestured for me to be quiet. After hanging up the phone she turned to me; "Sorry for the little white lie, Tom's a real jealous man and to avoid any problems later it was just easier for me to say what I did."

I looked at her and said; "Sure I understand," I smiled and moved to the living room, she followed.

"What was that supposed to mean?"

"Oh nothing!" Thinking I didn't want to screw up the evening, I followed Laurie into the kitchen and said; "Something sure smells good," as I stood behind her while she worked over the stove.

She turned her head; "Thanks, it's just a little pasta I'm whipping up."

I chuckled; "Oh that smells good too!"

She turned back to me and blushed; "Could you stir the sauce and make sure it doesn't burn. I'd like to get out of these damp clothes and take a quick hot shower before I catch a cold."

From where I was standing I got a clear view of the master bedroom. Laurie left the bedroom door ajar; I could see her in the bedroom at times, but only when she passed the doorway. I caught glimpses of her disrobing. I saw her walk by with only her bra and panties on. Before putting her robe on, she stood directly in line with the door opening completely naked. She acted like she was looking at her figure through a mirror. She slowly cupped one large breast and squeezed it, then her hand slowly ran through her light brown bush and in-between her legs. Laurie threw her head back as she licked her full swollen lips. Shaking her head she woke from her daze and when she reached for her robe, she looked directly at me, she smiled and blushed. Slipping the robe on she walked towards me, under that silky robe, every curve showed prominently. Her hard nipples strained to rip right through the thin material. She stopped walking halfway down the hall, turning she entered the bathroom; Laurie slowly closed the door, but didn't close it all the way behind her.

I took the pasta sauce off the burner and walked down the hall to the bathroom, I could hear her in the shower. I waited about half a minute and slowly entered the bathroom. I cleared my throat and it startled Laurie; "What are you doing in here?"

I thought it was a good sign, at least she didn't tell me to get out of here; "I was wondering if you needed any help. You said you were cold and wanted to warm up. I was wondering if you wanted company in the shower. I've been told I'm pretty good when it comes to washing backs and other things!"

Laurie giggled; "I bet you are!" With that said she pulled back the shower curtain. She stood there with soap suds covering her large tits. Her hard nipples stood there like a couple of pencil erasers. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and hung down her back, I got an instant erection. 

Laurie looked down at me and when she saw my growing cock starting to peak out of my robe she giggled again; "I think it will be a little difficult washing my back from where you are standing. How about you get out of that robe and join me in the shower!"

I had it off in an instant and climbing into the shower, closed the shower curtain behind me.

Laurie kept looking down at my still growing erection. When she tore her eyes from my cock, she handed me the soap then turned her back to me; "Let's see how good you are."

I soaped up my hands and starting at her shoulders I worked over her upper arms. I occasionally brushed my fingertips against her firm tits. I rinsed her shoulders off and threw her ponytail off her back onto her large breasts. I soaped up my hands and slowly started washing her entire back from her shoulders to her exquisite ass. I caressed and kneaded her back for a good five minutes. 

Laurie was like a wet rag by now. I took my hands off her back and she protested. I leaned in and whispered in her ear; "Don't worry Laurie; I'm just reaching for more soap!"

Once soaped up, I cupped her firm rounded ass; you would have thought I touched her with a cattle prod. "Oh John, that isn't my back!"

"Laurie didn't I say earlier that I washed backs and other things?" I laughed and so did Laurie. I went back to her ass. In slow circular motions I caressed and squeezed her ass cheeks. She started moving her hips to the movement of my hands. I started moving my hands in-between her soapy globes of flesh. She stiffened momentarily and then relaxed her cheeks. 

I continued to slide my hands back and forth along her ass cheeks. Laurie bent over slightly to give me greater access to her crack. I brushed against her pussy lips and this time she let out a low moan but didn't stop me. I got down on my knees and with the water splashing over me I turned Laurie to get the soap off her ass. As I did this her wet cunt hair brushed my nose. 

I reached for the soap and started lathering her thighs and calves. With her ass to me again and Laurie bending over again, I buried my face into her luscious ass. She let out a loud groan and pushed her ass harder into my face. I continued to caress her legs as my tongue stiffened and I shoved it as deep as I could up her puckered asshole. 

Laurie was grinding her ass so hard into my face that I thought she was going to break my neck. When I came up for air she looked down at me through glazed eyes and whispered; "Please John, eat my pussy, make me cum, I need it so bad, quickly please!"

Not to keep her waiting I took one well-formed leg and placed it on the tub rim. This left her wet bush exposed to my waiting tongue. I reached up and spread her cuntlips; I could see her juices already flowing from her pussy. I reached up and ran my tongue the entire length of her pussy from clit to asshole and back again. I continued this for quite a while. On my upwards stroke I'd take a couple of extra licks on her clit. After a while I started tongue fucking her pussy. 

Laurie turned the water off and threw open the shower curtain. Grabbing a towel, she sat on the toilet seat. She grabbed her legs and pulled them back as far as possible.

I got out of the shower and just stood there watching her

She looked up at me; "Please lick my pussy some more, please!"

I grabbed my cock and taking a step forward I whispered huskily; "Suck it!"

Laurie dropped her legs and reaching for my cock.

I stepped back and shook my head from side to side; "Dry off Laurie and let's take this to the bedroom!"

Laurie dried herself, her hair was slightly damp and her back was still wet. I led her to the bed where she sat down and grabbed my cock. This time she was too fast for me, she looked up at me with those green eyes and licked my cockhead. She fondled my balls while she licked long strokes up and down my swollen cock. She licked the underside of my cock and then with a groan buried my entire cock down her throat. She had to be sex starved. I've never seen any woman transformed into such a sex maniac in all my life. She wouldn't let go of my cock. She finally slowed up and started sucking with long deep rhythmic strokes; it was my turn to groan. 

I could feel the cum churning in my balls; "If you don't want a mouth full of cum, you better stop and stop now!"

Laurie's eyes met mine and they were lidded in lust, she started sucking faster and took me in even deeper.

I grabbed her by her ponytail, I pulled hard and shot my load deep down her throat she started to gag and swallowed quickly, a pearly drop slipped out of the corner of her mouth, but her tongue quickly retrieved it and drew it back into her mouth. 

For the first time in years after cumming, I was still hard. Laurie started sucking again, but I jumped back, electric shocks ran through my cock. I needed a rest, not for Laurie. I laid back on the bed, to my surprise it was a waterbed. After a few minutes I started caressing Laurie, she rose up on one arm and asked; "Am I a good cocksucker?"

I stroked a stray lock of hair from her forehead; "Oh Laurie, without a doubt, you are one of the best cocksuckers I've ever had! Now it's your turn!"

She chuckled deep in her belly and jumping up onto the bed and lying in the middle of the bed, propped her head up with a couple of pillows; "I don't want to miss a second of this!"

I slid up her lush body and planted a deep kiss on her lips, I could taste my cum and it excited her that I still wanted to kiss her after having cum in her mouth. I responded with another deep kiss, dueling with her tongue for a while. While kissing her I was slowly stroking her wet pussy, running first one, then two fingers in and out of her. Breaking the kiss, I sucked on her neck, nibbling her ears and slowly ran my tongue over her erect right nipple. You would have thought I was trying to get milk; I sucked hard on one nipple and then the other. Running my tongue around and around her swollen tits until Laurie was cumming from my tongue and my fingers. 

I slowly nibbled my way to her gorgeous legs, down one thigh and calf and down to her foot, sucking on her toes; Laurie squirmed and thrashed around on the bed. I grabbed her other foot and continued my sucking. I traveled up her other leg, sucking, nibbling and caressing my way up towards her matted down bush. Spreading her legs and with one swift motion I captured her erect clit between my lips. 

Laurie exploded her juices down my throat, she whimpered out; "Oh my god John, that was over way too quick!"

I looked up at her, sweat dripping off her face and her cum dripping down my chin; "What do you mean over, I've just begun. I love eating pussy and the way yours taste, so, so sweet, I may spend the entire night between your legs!"

Laurie's eyes sparkled and she wrapped her legs around my head and drew me back to her pussy. 

This time I started out slow, teasing the outer edges of her cuntlips. I licked and pulled at them ever so slightly, Laurie was already lit again. 

She grabbed my head in her hands and lovingly caressed my face; "I want to kiss you like you've never been kissed before. I want you to eat my pussy; I want you to stick your tongue up my ass. I love what you are doing to me; you make me feel like a woman! No man, not even my husband has made me feel the way you make me feel. I've been fooling myself, I know he was never the man I needed, I know now that you are!"

I rose up and gave her a deep soul-searching kiss; it must have lasted for well over five minutes. When we broke the kiss, we were both breathing hard. I rested my head on her large firm breasts. I started licking her nipples again; I felt her take a rush of air into her lungs. I let go of her nipples and traveled back down to her sopping pussy. I again licked her pussy from top to bottom, spreading her lips I began tongue-fucking her. I felt her tense up again and cum covered my tongue. I didn't stop, Laurie thrashed from side to side but I wouldn't let go. I threw her legs over her head and with her ass raised high; I ran my tongue around and into her asshole. I slid back to her clit as I slid my index finger up her ass. I felt her ass tighten around my finger; I held it still as I continued to lick her clit. 

Laurie loosened her grip on my finger and I started pumping my finger in and out of her ass. Pulling my finger out, I coated it with her cunt juices, I repeated this about twenty times. By now Laurie already came two more times and her ass was loosening up rather well.

I came up to completely cover her body with mine. Rising up on my arms, I looked deep into her eyes, I can truly say that this was the first time I saw pure lust in someone's eyes.

Laurie looked like a woman possessed, her legs encircled my waist, she reached down and guided my rock hard cock onto her wet pussy.

As I entered her I heard all of the air exit her lungs. I thought she was going to crush my ribs with her legs. I slowly rose up until just the head of my cock was in her pussy. I could actually feel her cunt muscles clutching my cock head. With one deep thrust, I buried my entire cock in her pussy.

Laurie was delirious, I thought she was going to pass out, she started yelling; "Fuck me, slam that big fat cock in my hole! I want to feel your balls slam against my asshole, faster, faster! Oh, I'm cumming, please cum with me!"

I wanted to hold off as long as possible, I wanted to go all night.

Laurie grabbed my ass, squeezed my balls. But I held off. She was upset; she wanted me to cum with her.

I swept a damp lock of hair from her sweaty forehead; "I promise Laurie, next time I make you cum, I'll cum with you!" After resting a few minutes I started playing with her pussy again. I was getting her worked up again; "Oh fuck John, you've turned me into a fucking machine and I don't know how to turn it off!"

I turned her over and I heard her grunt, pulling her to her knees I started fucking her doggy style. I pulled at her ponytail and squeezed her tits from under her. After about five minutes of intense fucking I pulled out, I was still behind her. 

She turned her head; "Why did you stop? I was so close to cumming!"

"I got your ass all nice and relaxed, now I want to fuck it!"

"Oh John, I'm not sure about this, you're so fucking big, I really want it, but I'm afraid!"

I looked her in the eyes and whispered; "Do you trust me?"

She bit her lower lip and nodded yes!

"I already got you well lubricated from before."

Again she nodded; "Yes I know and I want you to fuck my ass, but please go slow!"

"I'll go real slow and if it hurts too much I want you to tell me. I'll either stop and pull out or go slower." 

With that reassurance Laurie grabbed my cock; it was covered with her cum juices. She stroked it back to hardness and guiding it to her puckered hole. I slowly applied pressure to her ass. She moaned and I withdrew, she looked back and spat out; "No, no stick it back in!"

I went slow and finally had the entire head in her ass. I spread her fabulous ass cheeks wide and started picking up the pace.

Laurie finally started pushing back against me. After another two or three minutes I had my entire cock buried deep in her ass. 

We both started rocking and pumping harder, she was almost there, she loved the way my balls slapped against her pussy.

Laurie started screaming; "Fuck my ass, shove that fat cock deep in my ass. Don't slow down; fuck me faster, I'm cumming!"

When I heard that I couldn't hold back any longer. I pumped what seemed to be a gallon of sperm up her beautifully rounded ass. We both collapsed on the bed with me on top of her, me still buried deep in her ass.




Cold Night Turns Romantic



"Please John, please don't pull out. I want to feel your hot cock and cum in my ass as long as possible!" She clenched her ass, but to no avail, my softening cock came out with a pop. Laurie spun around and took me in her mouth, it was no use, I was finished for a while.

We fell asleep, I was woken by the smell of bacon, she fed me and after the nourishment, she went to work on my cock. Laurie got me hard as a rock again. 

"Oh Laurie, you have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now, but after last night, I'm still dead tired. If you want to fuck, you'll have to climb on board."

I didn't have to ask her twice, she started riding my cock like a bucking bronco rider. I laid back and took in all of her beauty. While I was sleeping she must have taken a shower. Her hair was once again in a ponytail, her make-up was flawless and her body smelled like wild flowers.

I ran my hands across her slightly swollen belly and up her ribcage to her full firm tits. I played with her nipples until they became hard as pebbles. Laurie bent down and I captured one in my mouth. While I tongued her nipples, I was raising and lowering her perfect ass on my cock. I lay back down on the bed gazing up at her. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on fucking. Raising my arms arms I undid her ponytail, her long gorgeous hair cascaded over my chest. I almost came as I ran my fingers through those golden locks. 

She looked down at me and she looked like an angel framed by a golden halo, an angel riding my cock! She licked her lips, her eyes sparkled and she said; "I think I'm falling in love with you. No one has ever made me feel the way you have or treated me with both wild abandonment and such loving thoughtfulness both at the same time!" 

With that said she started cumming and I came along with her.

That was last winter, since then she's gotten a divorce, we've gotten married and believe it or not our passion has gotten stronger due to our openness and our willingness to experiment with wild enthusiasm. Oh by the way, we're expecting!!

Author's note: While cleaning out one of my closets I came across two large binders of stories I wrote several years ago. The story above is one of them. I will post them a little at a time, the typing is a bitch, but will still continue on my other stories too.



Cold Night, Warming Hearts



There I was sitting in the instrument lab of Sampson University, running the sixth of what would be ten trials. There was a hell of a storm outside, but you wouldn't know it from here in the fishbowl. You can lose track of time, as well as any semblance of connection to the outside world, in this brick room in the center of the building, filled with all manner of instruments used by the chemistry department. The room is officially named the advanced chemistry instrument lab, but everyone calls it the fishbowl, due to the one giant window representing the dominant portion of one wall facing the hallway. 

It's an interesting feeling to sit alone in a room surrounded only by the moan of vacuum pumps and the hum of electronics, for hours at a time, nothing changing but lines on a screen. So it was quite a shock when suddenly that comforting drone stopped as the lights flickered out. I waited a long moment for the power to return, but quickly lost interest in sitting in the dark, so I decided to check on the storm. I made my way carefully through the thousands of dollars worth of equipment, ineffectual without electricity, using my phone as a flashlight to guide me to the door. 

By the time I had almost reached the door, I saw another light through the huge window of the fishbowl. I stumbled forward and pulled the door open before the light could disappear around a corner. 

"Hey, who's there?"

"It's Sophia. I think a branch probably fell and hit a line," responded the crisp voice of Sophia Clark. I have known Sophia for all of my college years. We had freshman chemistry together first semester and have shared a passing acquaintance for the subsequent four semesters. She was the perfect model of a stereotypical pre-med student – highly intelligent, pompous, and socially aloof. 

"Did you look outside yet?" 

"No, that's why I'm heading to the door," she replied harshly. 

"Well, I'm going too. You don't mind the company, do you?" I replied, trying to mirror her tone.

"That's fine, I guess," she responded with an edge that showed me I had managed to ruffle a few of her feathers. 

When we made it to the door, the street lights were out, nothing visible but the snow blowing against the glass. I pushed it open to get a better look and was greeted with a wall of wind and snow that caused me to quickly close it. 

"That's not good. The weather wasn't supposed to get this bad tonight, was it?" I asked. 

"I hadn't heard anything about it, but it could be. Why aren't the generators kicking in?" The edge was absent from her voice this time, replaced with curiosity. 

"Sampson doesn't have any generators, Sophia, we're too cheap for that," I responded matter-of-factly. 

"I've been here long enough, I shouldn't be surprised about the corner-cutting," she sighed. "But the storm shouldn't last that long, should it? I have to finish studying for A&P tonight and I can't without power." 

"It could pass, or it could get a lot worse. I need to get to my car," I said, trying to sound calm, not like someone who panics at a little bit of snow, but the weather had me worried; I'd been in a blizzard before, so I knew they were not something to be taken lightly 

"You can't seriously be thinking about driving in this weather," she demanded. 

"No, I have an emergency bag in my car, and it could be useful if this turns into a full-blown blizzard. Can you make sure the door doesn't lock behind me and keep your phone's light pointed out so I can make my way back?" 

"I can do that," she responded.

As soon as I stepped outside, I knew this storm was not going to be over anytime soon. The snow was falling heavily, the wind blowing hard, and I could barely see the outline of my car parked only twenty feet from the door. I finally made it to the car and popped the trunk, grabbing the terracotta-colored duffle bag I used as an emergency kit and slinging it over my shoulder. I closed the trunk and began to make my way back, but a particularly large gust of wind, combined with the cumbersome weight of the duffle bag, caused me to lose my balance. I toppled, all of my weight landing on my right knee, pain shooting through it as the bag slipped from my shoulder. I shifted and got to my feet, my knee protesting as I tested it gingerly. I grabbed the strap of the duffle and hobbled to the door, dragging it through the snow behind me. Sophia opened the door just as I reached it, and I pulled the bag through. 

"What happened to you?" she asked, as I limped away from the cold of the windows. 

I laughed awkwardly. "I, the great polar explorer, lost my footing on the walk back." Embarrassed, I changed the subject. "There's a lot more things in here than you'd think," I said, hefting the bag. "It's in case you get trapped in your car, or a building, during winter. I'll show you, but let's get to one of the interior conference rooms; they'll keep heat in longer."

"We can't," she said. "They're locked this time of night." 

"I know, but I happen to have the key," I replied, and handed it to her. She raised her eyebrows. "You know, Sophia, some of us do more than just study. I work as a grader." I responded with a chuckle again. 

"Can you blame me for being suspicious? You and your friends have a reputation for getting into trouble," she said, and I couldn't blame her because we did. 

"Yeah, I know, but I have respect for the science building. I mean, I spend more time here than I do my dorm. It's like a second home to me," I responded, feigning insult, but she merely shrugged.

We headed to the conference rooms and she unlocked the door. The room was not large, only about ten feet by fifteen feet, and that space was dominated by the large polished wood table in the center.

I heaved the bag onto the table and pulled out a battery operated lantern, switching it on to fill the room with the soft blue light of the LED. The interior of the building had a much more comfortable temperature, and we took off our heavy coats. 

"Sophia, could you go check and see if anyone else is in here?" 

"Aren't you going to come with me?" she asked with an edge of uneasiness that was strangely unsettling to hear in her voice.

"Scared of monsters?" I teased. "It's just a storm. This is still the same old science building we both spend way too much of our lives in. You'll be fine. Besides, I need to unpack some things, try to make this room a little homier for the night," I said trying to keep the growing pain in my knee from entering my voice. 

"You're still your lazy self, aren't you, Hunter? Even in a situation like this," she said, exasperated. I merely smiled at her and shrugged as she stormed off.

Once she turned the corner down the hall, I pulled out the first aid kit from the duffle bag. I took out a bottle of ibuprofen and took four. I undid my pants and gingerly pulled them down over my knee. I could already see a bruise forming around my knee and swelling was beginning to set in. I was reaching into the first aid kit to retrieve an ace bandage when I heard Sophia's voice behind me.

"You never said it was this bad Hunter!" Her voice still held the anger of storming off a few minutes before, but also a new concern. 

"I can handle it. Why aren't you looking for people?" I asked, trying to divert her attention from where I stood with my pants around my ankles.

"There's no one here, Hunter. Now let me do that. Sit down," she commanded as she pushed my shoulder so I fell into one of the chairs surrounding the table. She knelt in front of me, pressing her fingers carefully against my knee, causing me to wince. 

"Hold still," she admonished, glancing up at me. I squirmed once more but tried to heed her instructions. As the initial pain of her fingers against the bruise subsided, her cool fingers on the hot skin of my swollen knee actually felt good. 

"I don't think anything is broken. It looks like just a really bad bruise, but it could be a sprain." She looked up and for the first time, I really, truly looked at her. I didn't see her as the stuck-up pre-med student who sat in front of me in organic last semester. I saw her instead as a woman, a woman with large, deep brown eyes, beautiful eyes and the sharp response I had formulated in my mind came out as a simple "good". 

"I'm going to wrap it now," she said, turning to grab the ace bandage from the table. As she did so I admired the profile of her face. She had a slender face with a prominent nose and chin that fit her usually quick, sharp personality. The beauty drew part of my attention, but what I noticed most was the way the fabric of her sweater tightened across her chest as she reached for the bandage, accenting her small, firm breasts. Just as I started to admire them, though, she turned back and I had to look away because pissing off the person bandaging you is generally a bad idea. I winced once more as she first touched my skin, but as she started to wrap the bandage tightly around my knee, I let myself enjoy the sensation of her fingers moving deftly over my leg. I also noticed that while she worked, her tongue poked out of the right side of her full lips. I felt myself overcome with an urge to kiss those lips, to feel that tongue against my own. All these sensations and feelings started to have an effect on me, so I decided to try to redirect my attention to something more appropriate. 

"So what exactly did you hear about me that makes you think I get into trouble?" I asked. 

She paused her wrapping for a second, not meeting my eyes. After a moment, she resumed wrapping as she said, "I believe it was Wallace Marshall whose car ended up on top of the music building last semester." She looked up as she finished talking. I couldn't hide the smirk that crossed my face as she looked directly into eyes.

"Firstly, I had nothing to do with that incident. Secondly, he definitely deserved it," I said defensively. As she turned back to work on the bandage again I thought I saw the hint of smile on her lips. 

"That's not what your friend Ramon says. He seems to think you were the one who opened up the music building for him and the other guys who dismantled Wallace's car. He even claims you have keys to half the buildings on campus. So tell me, Hunter, why would he think that?" she asked, keeping her eyes focused on her work. I could see the corner of her lips turn up slightly. 

"I'd say Bender has been spending too much time alone in the engineering lab. I guess I'll have to talk to him about getting out more," I said as I made a mental to talk to him about spilling my personal business to other people. Having a reputation for causing trouble is one thing, but people knowing the mechanics and other incriminating details of the trouble is a whole other matter. 

"Why do you call him 'Bender'?" she inquired.

"That goes back to when we rushed Zeta Epsilon freshman year. That was the nickname he got. It's a reference to a robot, in a cartoon that was made in Mexico. Ramon is half Hispanic and wants to go into robotics, so it works," I said just as Sophia finished securing the bandage. 

"There, that's done. It should last until you get it looked at, which you need to," she said, the old crispness returning to her voice as she moved to sit in one of the chairs across from me. I scrambled to pull my pants back on. 

We just sat there in the room in the bluish light of the lantern. I could feel the awkwardness building between us. I could not understand why she acted so distant. While she was working on my leg she seemed more warm and caring, but the second she was done, the walls went up once more. 

"Have you eaten dinner yet, Sophia?" I asked simply.

"No, I haven't. I was going to once I finished studying," she replied, glancing at the door, as if to will away the storm hindering her studies. 

"Well, I doubt you're going to get much more studying done tonight, so why not have some dinner? That's what I'm going to do." I suggested.

"What do you have to eat in that bag, trail mix and granola?" she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

"Sorry, no trail mix or granola, but I do have some energy bars if you want. However, I'm going to heat up one of the cans of soup. I have beef stew, chicken noodle, potato soup and Vichyssoise," I said with a smile. 

"Vichyssoise is just cold potato soup," she said, clearly missing my joke.

"You're not an easy crowd, are you? Beef stew it is, then." I got out the mini cook stove and simple stainless steel pot I kept in the duffle. I busied myself with pouring the soup into the pot and getting the stove started. Once that was settled, I tried talking to her again with a different tactic. "Why a doctor?"

Her head turned up from staring blankly at the flame of the little cook stove. "What do you mean?"

"Why do you want to be a doctor, Sophia? What made you pick that career and not something easier like being a business major?" I asked, for once actually caring about the answer, rather than just making small talk. 

"I always wanted to help people," she responded quietly. 

"Everyone says that. Surely there has to be more to it than that? If you just wanted to help people, you could be a nurse or volunteer at a soup kitchen. What made you choose a path that includes a decade of schooling?" I pushed, wanting to see more of the beautiful girl than just the cold exterior. 

"I'm smart enough to do the schooling, so why shouldn't I?" she snapped. Then she paused. "At least, that's what my parents kept telling me."

"What do you mean? Don't you think you can do it? I mean you're a straight A student!" I responded, slightly taken aback. 

"Yeah, so are a lot of pre-meds. Even you're an 'A' student, Hunter. You're always talking about the concepts in class but you never study, while I bust my ass studying all the time to just keep my head above water. I mean, do you know how fucking frustrating it is to watch all the other students talk about getting A's or B's and how little they studied? Or to sit in your room and read for hours while your roommates go to bars? Or to look for a study room in the library, but they're all taken by couples? I haven't been on a single date in the time I've been at Sampson. The last time I kissed a guy, let alone fucked one, was the summer before I came here. You don't know what it's like to constantly worry about medical school and grades and not having a social life. You're having the time of your life breaking into buildings with your friends, but you have that perfect GPA. It comes so easy to people like you. I just don't understand it." 

As I watched, the anger drained from her, and tears started to run down her cheeks, those beautiful eyes now all red and swollen, her breasts rising and falling with her ragged breathing. She looked nothing like the proper, frosty Sophia I knew, and in her wake was an exhausted, uncertain girl. But still in this disheveled state there was a beauty in her that called to me, that made me want to move closer, to wipe away her tears. I wanted to kiss those full lips, to bring a smile to them instead of a sob, to make her breathe out of exertion instead of anger. 

But I didn't. I couldn't use her emotions to manipulate her, couldn't prey upon her vulnerability. As much as I wanted to enact these thoughts, to play out these feelings I had for her, I wanted to do it to the confident Sophia in all her willingness. I didn't want to settle for a mere shadow of that, and that shadow was all she could give in this moment. So I pushed the feelings back and began to speak. "I'm not an A student. You're not the only one worried about graduate school." 

"What do you mean?" she asked, confusion evident through her tears. 

"Just what I said. I'm not an A student. You said I always seem to know things in class, and sure, I get the concepts, but I do horrible on tests. I can't memorize things, and when I do manage it, it's always the wrong thing. I passed organic by the skin of my teeth, and I missed B's in genetics and biochemistry by a point. My GPA is a three point one. So you're not the only one worried about getting into grad school. Do you know how often I'm woken up by nightmares of not getting into grad school?" I exhaled abruptly. "It's just...It's not just you."

Her breaths were slowing down and becoming more controlled. I reached into the pocket of my coat behind my chair and tossed a pack of tissues to Sophia. She carefully wiped the tears from her face. Once she had regained some of her composure, she inhaled deeply and asked, "If you aren't doing so well in class, why don't you study more?"

"I do. I spend most of my day studying in my room. I don't spend nearly as much time with friends as you seem to think. I made a lot of those friends my freshman year, and we see each other occasionally, but I bet I don't spend more than five hours with friends in a whole week. So yeah, I get spending hours a day studying. Only, instead of just seeing my roommates going out, it's my friends asking me to come with them, and I have to tell them no," I said, sinking into my chair. It was uncomfortable, admitting the truth and destroying my carefree façade. 

We sat silently for a few minutes, awkwardly glancing at each other as our revelations hung in the air between us. Finally the silence was broken by the sound of the stew beginning to bubble. I stood, wincing as I put weight on my knee, and reached to turn off the stove. I poured half of the stew back into the can, pushing it towards Sophia with a set of disposable utensils. 

"Not very fancy, but it's warm," I said in my best attempt at an old cowboy accent. The stress of the situation combined with the perplexed look on Sophia's face made me start laughing. After a few seconds, she joined in. She had a very warm laugh that made me want to hear more of it. "You have a beautiful laugh Sophia, you should use it more." She turned her chair and then her head so her face was hidden. 

"Thanks," she murmured uncertainly. 

"Let's pretend we're not trapped in the science building and that, for once, neither of us has anything to study for. What would you do with that time? And don't you dare say something about pre-med prep," I said mock accusingly. 

"I don't honestly know. I haven't had free time. I have no idea what I'd do with it." she said looking up at me.

"Surely you can think of something. What about music? What music would you listen to? I have you pegged as a Bach and Beethoven kind of gal," I said, and she burst out with that wonderful laugh of hers. 

"Actually, I like more modern artists like Pink, 3OH!3, and occasionally the musical stylings of Lonely Island," she said through her laughter.

"Lonely Island?" I said, taken aback. 

"Yeah, you know, 'I'm on a boat'," she said, raising her hands the way a rapper would. 

"I know who they are. I'm just surprised you do," I said.

"There's a lot more to me than you seem to think, Hunter," she said with a confident air that made me want her all the more. 

"Really now, Sophia?" I said, meeting her self-assured gaze, and then I smiled as I said, "I'd love to be shown more parts of you." I saw the color return to her cheeks at this statement but she kept her eyes locked on mine.

"I'm sure you would love to, Hunter, but why don't you start by showing me a part of yourself?" Her eyes still pinned me, examining me so carefully I almost felt naked before her. Those eyes called to me to come closer, to kiss the woman who captivated me. 

"Well, one part of me is my love of romance novels."

Again her intoxicating laugh filled the air. "Really? Like the ones where the helpless heroine falls for her big, strong rescuer?" she said, putting her hand against her forehead and pretending to swoon. 

"Actually more along the lines of the woman who falls for the big, strong man who sweeps her off her feet, then ties her to the bed and spends the night bringing her to the highs of desire and pleasure. Some call it smut, others call it erotica. I just stick to the innocuous romance, because it raises fewer eyebrows." As I said this, the hand came off her forehead and settled on to the table beside her. She looked at me with an attention and curiosity usually reserved for class work. 




Cold Night, Warming Hearts



She licked her lips. "Why would you read those?" she asked inquisitively. 

"I read romances because I find the stories fascinating, the power play between the characters, the energy building between them and the joy at its final release. Don't you agree? Surely that building tension and desire in the characters resonates in you on some level?" I paused to let this sink in, as she continued staring at me with that same intensity. 

"Of course, there is a certain fun in imagining the hot, naked bodies of the characters acting out scenes of passion," I said in a deeper voice as I stood up. Her eyes slid down to stare at absently at the table and her tongue was beginning to stick out again as if she was concentrating on something. 

I took a step forward, intending to move to a chair closer to her, but my injured knee, unaccustomed to supporting my weight, buckled and I stumbled, knocking a chair to the floor with my already pained knee. "Fuck!" I exclaimed.

"Hunter, be careful!" Sophia admonished, concern flowing into her voice as she got up. She knelt in front of me where I had collapsed into a chair, her hands going immediately to my knee, feeling it for further injury. I could smell the sweet citrus of her hair as her head bowed, her full attention on my swollen knee. 

"You're going to make a wonderful doctor, Sophia," I said tenderly into her ear as she worked. She looked up into my eyes. I saw a mix of emotions in those eyes – concern and desire, but greater than that was relief. I bent forward, heeding that call I'd been hearing all night, and kissed her full lips. 

She leaned into the kiss. I slowly ran my hand up her back until it was caressing her neck. I felt the tension leaving her shoulders as she gave herself into the kiss. But only a moment after it started, she broke off the kiss. She took a step back and just stood there, the only sound between us our breathing, quick with the desire to finish what had been started, but there was something holding her back. 

"What's wrong?" I asked, trying to cover my disappointment with concern. 

"It's just that I've never done anything like this, Hunter. This quickly, I mean," she said hesitantly.

"Come over here, and we can talk about it. Give me your hand," I said, the concern for her winning out over my own stifled desire.

"Why my hand?" she asked.

"I'm going to give you a hand job," I said with a chuckle. Her eyes widened and the color in her cheeks darkened. "Hand massage, I mean. You seem really tense, maybe that will help."

"Oh. Okay, I can do that," she said, relieved. She sat in the seat next to me and held her right hand in front of me. I took her warm hand in mine and began to work the muscles in her palm. I could feel the tension of every muscle under my thumbs as I methodically worked them loose. As I did, a small sigh escaped her lips, and her eyes closed. 

"Feeling a little better now?" I inquired.

"Yes," she said with an element of her confidence regained. I finished working on her right hand and moved on to the left. "Where did you learn this?" 

"Not sure, really. I just use my basic understanding of muscle groups and press where the tension is. The real secret is my hands. I've always been told I have skilled hands," I said. "Would you like to see more of their skills?" I lightly slid the tip of my index finger down her arm. I felt a slight shudder run through her. "I could give you a shoulder rub as well. Would you like that, Sophia?" 

"I would, very much," she breathed. She turned her chair around so her back was to me. I smoothly placed my hands on her delicate shoulders and began to work the tension out of them. As I worked my thumbs into her muscles, her breath slowly became deeper. 

"You are a very beautiful woman, Sophia, and you were a passionate kisser until you broke it off. Why did you?" I asked gently. I felt the muscles in her shoulders tighten again, but I continued them until they relaxed again. 

"I don't have the time to get distracted by stuff like that," she said, finally.

"Distracted by what, exactly, Sophia? A simple kiss? Or are you afraid of what might come from a kiss? Or what?" I asked as I massaged her shoulders, wanting to be able to move under her sweater, to work on them bare skin on skin. 

"All of the above. I just don't have the time to waste on fooling around with a guy, let alone a relationship," she said matter-of-factly. She pulled away, turning around to face me.

"I don't think that's it. Because if it were, you wouldn't be afraid right now. We're stuck in a blizzard, nothing but time on our hands, and I can tell you want to. So what are you afraid of?" I asked, stroking her cheek lightly. 

She turned her face away, and my hand dropped to my side, but she made no further move to get away. 

"Relax, Sophia. I'm not trying to force you into anything, but you said yourself, it's been years since you've had a guy, and I think if you were honest with yourself, you'd admit that it isn't because you don't have the time. You're afraid because you think this doesn't fit with this persona you've created, but that's not true. It's not true at all. I want you, Sophia, so let me give you this night as a trial run. If you never want more than tonight, that's fine, but," I leaned in to whisper in her ear, "if you say the word, I will try to fulfill those desires you're so afraid to admit to." 

She was silent for a long moment, perfectly still as my hands rested against her shoulders. After a few seconds, I bent down and breathed the words against her neck, "I need an answer, Sophia." I slowly began to kiss her neck. 

She didn't move away, but inhaled deeply and let out a slow breath. "Please, Hunter..." I paused, glancing up, sure she was going to tell me to stop. 

"Kiss me," she said, turning her head to meet my lips. 

Our lips met, the desire filled me again, and from the passion she showed, I knew she felt the same. Her lips slowly parted and I could feel that small, warm tongue tentatively exploring the edge of my lip. My hands slowly moved up her shoulders, tangling in her straight dark hair, feeling its silkiness against my fingers, and I poured more passion into my kiss. 

After a moment, I broke off the kiss. She opened her eyes and looked at me, the longing obvious in them, begging me to continue. 

"Are you sure?" I breathed.

"No. Just kiss me," she ordered.

I didn't hesitate, but pressed my lips to hers tenderly as I cupped her face in both hands. But as her lips parted expectantly for my tongue I pulled away again, and moved to kiss her cheek. She made a sound of protest, but as I continued leaving a trail of kisses on the soft, warm skin leading down her neck, those complaints turned into sighs of longing. My hands moved softly down from her face, following the curve of her shoulders and coming to rest against those inviting breasts that I longed to see firsthand. She began to move her hands up to grab her sweater but I moved my hands down to stop her. "No, just relax. Let me do all the work. Just enjoy it, and tell me if you want anything different, okay?"

She looked directly into my eyes, and nodded. I placed her hands on my back and then continued moving my own hands down to her slender waist. I pulled her sweater over her head, exposing the pale smooth skin of her stomach and cleavage. The only thing between her firm, creamy breasts and my skin was her simple white bra. I wanted to rip it off, to expose the erect pink nipples that it concealed, to suck on them, but I restrained myself. I began kissing and softly nibbling on her neck and slowly worked my way down, taking my time, enjoying the feel of her skin under my lips. Once I was past her collarbone, I felt her place her hands on my head as she began to move her strong yet gentle fingers through my hair. As my lips descended from her collarbone towards her cleavage, her breathing increased, and when I began to slide my tongue against the edge of her breast, she moaned delicately. 

"Please, Hunter," she gasped with an urgency in her voice that made me want her all the more. I slid my hands up her sides and unclasped her bra, removing the last barrier between her breasts and my sight. She slowly slid the bra over her arms, and then she was there with her beautiful breasts exposed in front of me. Her pink nipples were fully erect, reflecting both the cold of the air and her arousal. Each was surrounded by a small areola.

I continued to lick around the edge of her breasts, slowly working my way around them while moving toward the center. Once I reached her hard nipples, I lightly ran my tongue around it, teasing her. She inhaled sharply as I did, and grabbed my head, forcing my mouth over her waiting nipple. I swirled my tongue around it as I sucked on it gently. Sophia let out a sigh of both relief and arousal. After a few moments, I moved on to her other breast. As I slowly licked her nipple, I moved my hand down to press carefully against the crotch of her pants. I could feel the heat and dampness of her, even through her jeans. I began to press my palm against her and she responded by rocking her hips in the chair. Again, that soft intoxicating moan slipped past her lips. 

"Stand up," I said, pulling my mouth away from her perfect breasts. She stood and I reached for her pants, undoing the button and zipper. I slowly pulled them, along with her panties, over her hips, exposing a well-maintained landing strip of hair above the swollen and very wet lips of her pussy. I looked up into her eyes, eyes that begged me to continue. 

I pushed myself out of the chair, careful not to put too much weight on my knee. I pulled my shirt off, and paused as her eyes started at my face and worked their way down my torso and lingered on the obvious bulge in my jeans. Her tongue slipped out of the corner of her mouth as my hands moved to undo my own button and zipper. 

"Let me do that," she said, stepping forward. Her hands slowly moved up my flat stomach, an almost electric tingle of desire followed the path of her fingers. She placed her soft lips tenderly on my shoulder and then bit into my skin, hard enough to startle me but it was not unpleasant. Her lips continued this pattern moving over my skin slowly kissing, then biting. Her hands descended back down to my pants until I could feel them cupping my hardness through the denim. As she pulled down my pants, my eight inch cock stood at attention. A large grin spread across her lips, and I knew she was pleased with what she saw. We took a step towards the table, and I stepped out of my jeans. 

I pressed my body against her, feeling all of the soft curves against me as we kissed. She rocked her hips so that her hot, wet pussy rubbed against my hard cock, telling me just what she wanted. 

I put my hands at her waist and lifted her as we kissed, taking a step forward to set her on the edge of the table, her legs ending up on either side of me as our torsos pressed together, my hard cock trapped between us. I reached down and slowly slid my cock into her. I felt her slick, tight walls around me, and she gasped, leaning against me. I pulled out slowly as she started to kiss my neck, and when I thrusted into her harder, she bit into my neck. 

I increased my pace, driving deep inside her tight wetness with every thrust, and she bit my neck harder and harder. I could feel my breathing increase to a ragged pace as I rammed into her time and again, the tight sensation building in my balls telling me I was on the edge of my own climax. I tightened my muscles to hold back as long as I could. 

Her breathing was becoming faster and shallower and suddenly I felt her muscles tighten around me as her nails began to dig into my shoulders. With a soft, breathy moan, that she stifled by biting hard into my neck, I felt her climax as the muscles deep inside her constricted and pulsed around my cock. It intrigued me that she was so quiet while her body tensed and moved with the euphoria of her finish. It was the opposite of her exterior, that calm, collected woman with the sharp tongue and quick wit. 

I continued thrusting until her muscles stopped twitching, then I let the ache that had been building in my balls release. I relaxed my muscles, felt the twinge and pulse of them as they pumped my seed deep inside her. I kept penetrating her, feeling our pelvises collide with each thrust. I moaned, loud and quick, with each shot that I put into her, breaking the silence of our heavy breathing. Slowly, the power of my orgasm faded and the pulses I felt began to ebb, my breathing becoming more controlled. I slowed my thrusts until they stopped entirely, and we stayed there, wrapped around each other as I grew soft inside her. 

"Thank you," she said in a soft, content voice, breathing still labored. 

"Anytime," I laughed, trying to bring that carefree attitude into my voice, but I found it was difficult to do with her. "We probably need to get ready for the night, before we just pass out. I only brought one sleeping bag, though. Are you okay with sharing?" I asked, with a genuine smile. 

"I think that would be acceptable, given recent circumstances," she said, grinning.

I broke our embrace with a degree of reluctance and went over to the duffle to pull out the sleeping bag, laying it out on the ground. We both crawled in, still naked and zipped up it up. We lay in a spooning position, her firm, round ass pressed into my now limp cock, my arms wrapped around her. "Sophia," I said tenderly, next to her ear.

"Yes?" she responded.

"If you ever want to do this again, just tell me and we can," I said, still unable to use the relaxed voice I wanted to. 

"I'd like that, Hunter, but we'll have to see," she said absently as she drifted into sleep.

"I'd like that too," I mumbled, though she was asleep. I tried to fall asleep, all the while with the knowledge that the woman lying naked and asleep in my arms, that the woman I had hated just hours before, that she was now the woman I loved. And I doubted she even knew that I loved her.