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Fireside

By: RedScully



Jessie hummed as she moved around the suite, setting up candles, turning down the lights, and putting on Erin’s favorite music.  She opened a bottle of wine for herself and checked the minifridge for the beer she knew was cooling for him.  She sat down on the bed, in an alluring pose.  She got up immediately and moved to the bathroom to brush her auburn hair again and check her lipstick.  Jessie straightened the skirt she knew Erin liked, the one that showed off her legs.  Singing to herself she perched on the couch like a butterfly and then jumped up again to check the snacks in the microwave.

She was nervous.  She only hummed and sang when she was nervous.  It filled the air and covered the sound of her noisily beating heart.  

At 6:15, the doorbell rang.  Jessie’s chest hurt, and she could barely breathe, but she rose to answer the door.  She drew back the bolt and opened the door to her lover standing outside.

Technically, that wasn’t true.  He wasn’t her lover.  Not truly.  Not yet.  That’s where her nervousness came from.  They had been friends for a very long time, each with a different partner.  They had grown close personally and as confidants, but never had the freedom to act upon their feelings.  Circumstances had changed, and now Jessie and Erin were free to move forward.  Whether they were ready was another matter.

“Hello”, he said softly.  He stood in the doorway, looking unsure of himself.  His sandy hair and reddish beard were freshly trimmed.  He looked recently showered.

“Hi, c’mon in!”, she returned, feeling oddly giddy .  She retreated to the wet bar area and pretended to be busy in the fridge as he took off his coat and closed the door.  

She removed a beer from the fridge and poured herself a glass of red wine.  He smiled at her as he took the bottle.  

“Thanks.  I see you got my brand.”

“Only the best.”  She took a sip of wine and returned the glass to the counter, her hand resting beside it.

“So, how are you?”, he asked.  He placed his hand on top of hers.  Her hand was cold.  It trembled.

“Nervous”, she blurted out.  He laughed.  She blushed.

“It’s OK”, he assured her, “I am, too.”

“I never could keep up appearances with you”, she admitted.  “I was planning to act like the seductress, and meet you at the door wrapped in saran wrap, but I couldn’t do it.  This seemed more important than a silly seduction.”

“Well, I would have enjoyed the view…but you’re probably right.”  He took another sip of his beer.  “Nice choice of music…I assume that was for me, too?”

“You always said that James Taylor was your favorite”, she teased.  Suddenly, she felt a few of the butterflies leave her stomach, driven away by the comfort of his presence.

“Come sit on the couch with me”, he said quietly, taking her hand.  To hide the lurch in her throat, she permitted herself a small smile as she gathered up the wine glass in her other hand.  She followed him past the bed to the couch, which sat by the window and the sliding glass door out to the deck.

They sat together on the soft cushions, his arm over her shoulders, her head resting on his chest.  They didn’t speak at first, just cuddled.  She sighed.

“I always wanted to do this.  I just never felt like I had the right.”

“I suppose you didn’t.  Neither did I.”

“Erin, how did we get here?”, she asked, even though she knew the answer.

“It wasn’t our fault”, he replied.  “Julia and I had been married for over a decade.  You were living with Frank.  I don’t know why you and I grew so close, some twisted piece of fate to fall for someone you can’t be with.”

“I don’t think it was a twisted piece of fate that we met”, she said, pulling away to look at his face.  “I think we met because we were supposed to meet.  The timing was crazy, and we had to wait, but I truly believe we are supposed to be here…now.”  She swallowed.  

“Kiss me”, she said.

He leaned toward her, chucked his hand under her chin and kissed her gently.  It was almost a chaste kiss, until his tongue snuck between her lips.  She answered by opening her mouth to him and tasting the underside of his tongue.  She rested a hand upon his chest, feeling the muscle move beneath.  After a long moment, they parted, breathing heavily.

“I have waited so long to do that”, he said simply.  

His blue eyes were smoky with desire.  She looked into them and felt her face flush.  He looked like he wanted to eat her.  She took a sip of wine and collected herself.

“Let’s take it slow, OK?  We’ve waited so long now, I want to be patient and make this last.  We don’t have to rush.  We’re alone and there’s no one between us now to prevent what we want from happening.”  She was afraid to look at him, hoping he didn’t think she’d gotten cold feet.

“That sounds great”, he said in a low, smoldering tone.  She looked up and caught his eyes, which were twinkling.  He leaned back into the couch and relaxed with his beer.  “The music’s on, we’ve got all night and each other.  Who’s in a rush?”

She leaned back in for a reminder that taking it slow didn’t mean cooling things down, and drew back, lips glistening.  She rose from the couch.

“I made some nachos.  Are you hungry?”, she asked.

“I’m hungry for more than nachos, but they’ll do.  Thanks.”

His comment made her blush.  Moving into the kitchen toward the microwave, she was reminded how his looks and vocal tone alone could make her flush and sweat.  She remembered one time, after sexually teasing each other over email, she’d had to go to the bathroom at her office, and relieve herself.  That had never happened with Frank.  Erin’s voice repeated over and over in her head.  She let out a deep breath.  With it, more of the edginess left her body, replaced by a low ache.

Jessie returned to the table by the couch and put down the steaming plate.  She retrieved sour cream and hot sauce and salsa from the fridge, and set them beside their meal.  Erin seated himself at the table and smiled.

“Nice spread!”, he exclaimed.

“Shall I light the fire?”, she asked.  “It might get warm in here, but I’m sure that would be OK.”

“The hotter the better, in my mind”, he returned, grinning.  

She flipped the switch on the gas fireplace, setting the ceramic logs ablaze.  Jessie looked around the well-designed room.  Fire, table, couch, stereo and tv, full bathroom, nearly full kitchen, king-sized bed.  Enough amenities to stay here for a week.  The thought made her shiver with pleasure.  It was the off-season.  The rates were good.

They sat together at the round table, eating and enjoying each other’s company.  The times they had been alone together in person could be counted on one hand.  For Jessie, it was an odd sensation to realize that nothing stood in the way of their moment.  Frank had traded her in for a younger model last winter, Julia died in a car accident eight months ago.  Still, she jumped up and went to the door to turn the dead bolt.

“Are you still nervous?”, he asked, when she returned and sat at the table once more.

“Yes, and no.”

“Which is it?”, he persisted.

“It’ll take me a while to get over the fact that we are free to be together, and don’t have to check the windows and bolt the door. Sorry.”  She looked down at the table’s wood grained surface and bit her lip.

“Jessie, I like what you said before…we were brought together for a reason.  We’ve been friends for a long time.  Let’s see what that reason is. Let’s take the next step.”

Erin pushed the chair back and wiped his face with a napkin.  His eyes were dark, and deadly solemn.  Jessie suddenly wanted him very badly. 

“Dance with me”, he said, holding out a hand.

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely.”

“I thought you didn’t dance”, she protested.

“I do when I think I might get lucky afterward.”

With that, the tension broke within her. She burst into laughter and took his hand.  He folded her into his arms.  The music was low and sweet, and they swayed together slowly.  Their heights were six inches apart.  Jessie spent a few moments getting used to how they fit together.  Frank had been her height.  She had her arm around his narrow waist and buried her face into his chest.  He stroked her long hair with one hand, the other clasping her hand inside his own.  After several songs, she looked up at him and smiled.

“I don’t think I’m nervous any more.”

Their faces were a few inches apart.  He lowered his lips, and she rose to meet them, stretching on her toes.

“Good.  Me neither.”

The kiss was not so chaste this time.  Jessie met Erin’s hard lips with her own soft, insistent ones.  Their tongues tangled immediately.  Jessie felt his hands tighten around her lower back, and drop to her ass.  He squeezed.  She felt her breath quicken.  She cupped his face at the bearded jaw and passed her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.  She pulled him toward her by his neck, as he pulled her to him using her buttocks as handles.  

Pausing, Erin lifted his head back and smiled into her upturned face.  He returned downward to cover her face and cheeks with small kisses, and worked his way into the curve of her neck.  Jessie felt her blood begin to boil.  When Erin reached her sensitive earlobe and sucked it passionately into his mouth, she felt hot fluid flow between her thighs.  

A wave of heat swept over Jessie’s skin.  She clung to him as he kissed her neck and shoulder.  She worked her mouth around his jawline with soft kisses as his breath warmed her ear.  She found her way to his earlobe and took it in.  She flushed with satisfaction at the quickening of his breath.  He gripped her ass more firmly and ground her hips against his.  .  

He caught her wandering hand, and drew it down toward his groin, so she could feel his excitement.  The bulge in his pants was unmistakable.  Jessie purred into his neck with pleasure that she was responsible for his arousal.

Erin moved over to the bed and sat down on it.  “Are you sure you want to do this?”, he asked.

Jessie was touched by his concern, and willingness to give her more space if she needed it. However, she was too far gone at this point to turn him down. She stepped to him, and stood in front of his knees, holding his face between both hands.  

“It’s a good thing you are sitting down, because I would have asked you to before I said this anyway.”  She took a deep breath and almost laughed with giddiness.

“I am…truly and hopelessly in love with you.  There’s nothing I can do to change it.  It’s a part of me.  It has been a part of me for a long time now, and it will stay with me forever.”  She did laugh lightly, this time.  “Not that I’m trying to pressure you.”

“I know that you have had a rough few months, and that losing Julia was hard.  I just want you to know how I feel , and that I don’t expect anything from you beyond what you can give”, she continued.

“Come here”, he said simply, and pulled her down onto the bed beside him.  They kissed passionately, arms entangled.  

“My I touch your legs?”, he asked.  “After all, didn’t you wear this skirt for me?”

“Yes.  Please”, she murmured hearing a near crack in her voice.  She stroked his hair and watched him lean over her legs as they stretched on the bed.  Erin kissed her knees lightly through her nylons, moving his hands up her thighs, and down her calves.  He worked his way to her feet, kissing every inch as though it were precious to him.  When he had reached the bottom and touched his lips to the top of her foot, she let out a giggle.

“What?”, he asked.

“You are kissing my terribly stinky feet!”, she giggled.  “Besides, my lips miss you.”  She smiled, and lay down on the bed, reaching out to draw him up and over her body like a blanket.  His light body draped over hers, as he hungrily found her mouth.  Jessie’s arms encircled his back, hugging him close.  They lay, hip to hip, mouth to mouth, taking in the feel of each other’s body.  In a moment, their legs wrapped together .  Erin’s continued arousal was obvious.  His erection was nestled in the hollow of Jessie’s hip, and she lifted her pelvis to grind against it.  

Jessie dropped her hands to Erin’s ass and squeezed rhythmically.  He moved against her and repositioned a leg between her thighs to rest against her vulva.  They pressed together, breathing as one, rubbing, licking, and kissing each other’s exposed parts.  

At last, Erin slipped his outside leg between hers, nudging her legs apart.  His hardness, bound by clothing, pushed against her flesh.  The skirt rode up as they writhed.  Jessie could feel her wetness soaking through her panties.  She hungered for him.  She couldn’t wait.

“I want to see you”, she said.  Her voice was scratchy with desire.  She felt like her skin would burn up.  Beside the bed, the fireplace crackled and glowed.  Jessie turned momentarily to look at the fire, and the light flickered in her luminous eyes.  “I want so much to see what I’ve been missing.”

He slid off the bed and stood at the end.  He regarded her with a wild look.  An animalistic look.  Jessie gulped involuntarily.  She knew that they would be passionate if they ever got together, but this was almost too much.  Staring into her eyes, Erin slowly took off his shirt, exposing his muscular chest.  He stopped there.

“Now you.”  

Holding his electric gaze with her own, Jessie removed her sweater and shirt.  Her bra was a simple satin affair meant more to support her heavy breasts than excite a man, but he didn’t seem to care.  He rolled his eyes and dove for her cleavage. He ravaged her breasts with his mouth, working around skin and satin alike.  He found her nipples through the fabric and teased them with his teeth.  She bit back a moan, and it came out like a growl.

“I like that.  I like making you growl”, he said.

She nodded, unable to speak.  She simply looked in his eyes, hoping he knew what she wanted next.

Erin undid the clasp on her bra, and released her breasts from their restraint.  Her breasts hung heavy and low.  He was aching to suck on her breasts, but instead, he hugged her.  Naked to the waist, he touched her skin with his, passing over her nipples with the light hair on his chest.  Her nipples hardened instantly.  Brushing past them again, he let his nipples make contact with hers.  They both sucked in air at the same moment, and smiled at each other.

He gathered a breast in his hand, and fed upon it.  Her areolas were huge, but tightened immediately upon his ministrations.  Her skin tasted delightful.  Her nipples were pink, and edible, and soon became red and rosy as he suckled.

Jessie’s hips moved unconsciously with the actions of his tongue.  She tossed her head back, holding his head to her breasts.  She loved this.  She had always loved this.  It seemed like forever that she’d waited for him, for this night.  She felt herself getting close, and she didn’t want to go over the edge yet.

“Stop…I need you to stop…I’m going to come if you keep this up”, she pleaded.

He raised his head and smiled.  

“Well, then, we’re just going to have to take a breather again.”

He stood up and walked shirtless into the kitchenette to retrieve another beer.  Jessie flopped back onto the bed to regain her composure.  The feelings of intensity slowly ebbed.  She lay stroking her ribs absently with a small smile on her face.

“What are you thinking about?”, he asked, returning to sit on the edge of the fireplace.  He sipped his beer and admired her partial nudity.  The firelight played across her pale skin.  Maybe it was tricks of the light, but she seemed to be glowing.

“I imagined this.  I wrote poems about it.  I wrote dirty stories and posted them on the internet.  I just had to work out these thoughts in some way that didn’t hurt anyone.  I couldn’t plan on a day or time when it might happen, because it was never a sure thing.”

“So, how does this compare to the fantasy?”, he asked with amusement.  He felt like he could afford to play; they had the time, and it just heightened his desire for her.

“Better.  You’re really here now, and not just a wish or a hope or a figment of my imagination.”

“Give me a couple minutes.  I intend to surpass your imagination.”  With a wolfish grin, he put down the beer.  “Ready to continue?”

She nodded.  

“I want to lick you.  I told you I like that.  I want to taste you.”

She nodded again, and swallowed.  His disclosure by email one hot day last summer was the one that sent her to the office bathroom.  He slipped the skirt off her, and the nylons.  Now she lay on the bed clad in only her panties, which were soaked and smelled of her musk.  He pulled down the panties and discarded them beside the bed.  He looked her up and down as if wondering where to start.  Her nerve endings tingled with anticipation.

He chose her left little toe.  Erin rolled his tongue around the toe, then moved across the top of her foot to the inside of her ankle.  Jessie wasn’t laughing now.  His tongue traveled up the calf to the pit of her knee.  She spread her legs wider to give him space, and the smell of her curry instantly sent blood rushing south.  He inched his way up Jessie’s body, up onto the bed.  His erection rested against the edge of the bed.  He thrust forward with his pelvis, feeling excitement build in his loins.  

Erin’s tongue worked slowly, almost lazily up Jessie’s thighs.  The anticipation almost made her scream.  She was waiting for his tongue, dying for it.  She moved her hips desperately toward his face as if to smother him with her depths.  He refused to be rushed.  Jessie lolled her head to the side and lifted it up to watch his progress.  She saw his hips humping the bed, moving ever toward her.  She knew he was as heated up as she was, and that he was just playing with her to make things last.

“Eat me.  I want you to eat me.  Now.”  She demanded.  She reached forward to grip his hair.  “Please, I need you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She dropped his head and he directed his attention to her outer lips, licking and sucking, nibbling and swirling around them.  Jessie lay back, gripping the sheets.  Her mouth was open as if to breathe more easily, but her breath was shallow and quick.  She was afraid to breathe, afraid to move.  His tongue felt so good, so right.  Everything, everything felt right with him.  His tongue circled her clit.  She let out a strangled noise.  He flicked it.  She grunted.  He flicked it again.  And again.  Jessie barked out a string of unintelligible words.  She arched her back to get closer to him.  Erin thrust into her pussy with his tongue, and thrust against the sheets at the same time.  

“I’m coming soon if you don’t stop”, she whispered.

“Do you want me to stop?”, he asked raggedly. He nosed her clit and she shuddered.

“I want more than your tongue inside me.  I want all of you.”

“As you wish…”  Erin slid off the bed.  He undid his belt, loosened his jeans, and slipped them down past his narrow hips.  His erection was clearly visible through his underwear.  He quickly slipped them off.  Jessie smiled at the sight of him.

“What?”, he asked nervously.  They had joked about size upon occasion.  She looked in his eyes and crooked her forefinger invitingly.

“You look good to me.  Come here and fill me.  I’ve waited long enough.”

With that, he was upon her.  They lay again, naked this time, hip to hip, mouth to mouth.  Their skin was warm and sweaty from the fire and each other.  Erin’s erection slipped against the wetness of Jessie’s thighs.  He rubbed back and forth a few times over the surface of her lips.  Holding his cock, he placed the head against her pussy and pushed his way inside her core.  

She cried out, “Yes!”, and wrapped her arms and legs around his back and thighs.  Erin pinned her beneath him, moving in and out.  He thrust into her, and they grunted together as they coupled.  Her hands gripped his behind and pulled him into her more deeply.  She felt his muscular ass flex and release as he fucked her.  She tilted her pelvis and lifted it to him with each stroke.  Her hands traveled up his backside, where she began to dig into his flesh with her fingernails.


Fireside



He entered the room like a wild cat stalking his prey. She was instantly on alert, the hairs on the nape of her neck standing up. He scanned the tables, seeking her out. She slid down a little farther in her chair, hoping to delay the inevitable. His eyes locked on her, and his powerful stride brought him to the table. She sat up straighter, cleared her throat, and huskily said, "Hi Jon, how are you?"

He pulled out a chair and sat opposite her, picked up a menu, and signaled the waiter. He ordered a drink, and sent the waiter away, not bothering to ask Mel if she wanted anything. He scanned the menu, and sipped the drink after it was delivered, all before even acknowledging she was there. When it seemed as though he finally noticed she was there, he replied simply, "I'm fine."

Mel picked up her own menu, hiding behind it. She didn't want him to see the tears shimmering in her eyes. The bastard broke her heart, and had the nerve to treat her like this? She felt the slow burn of hate bubble up in her chest, not for the first time since their divorce. He'd asked for this meeting, yet was acting like he was doing her some big favor.

The waiter came, they ordered, and a long uncomfortable silence ensued. He watched the room, always on the lookout for something or someone that would interest him. And she stared down at her hands, folded tightly in her lap. She took a long, shaky breath, and took a sip of her ice water. She waited for him to get on with this, she needed to get back to her office.

"So, how do you like the office I paid for?" he finally broke his silence.

He paid for? What the hell? She wrote the checks for her office remodel out of her personal account. The gall of this man!

"I like the office I paid for just fine," came her clipped retort.

He looked at her over his whiskey, raised his eyebrows a fraction, and shook his head. He put his glass down, and said, "You paid for? That was my money, doll. You may have signed the checks, but it was MY money in that account."

"Whatever you say, Jon. I'm not going to argue dollars and cents with you. What do you want?" Mel asked, exasperation clearly evident in her voice.

He looked at her. She was tall, nearly 5'10", and had a voluptuous body. Curves in all the places women should have them, and high, perky breasts. Long black hair, and silver eyes made her a woman any man would lust after. And he was one of those men. He'd wanted her the first moment he'd laid eyes on her. 

She watched him cautiously, peeking at him from under her long lashes. He was the most physically attractive man she'd ever met. Much taller than she at 6'5", and athletically built, she had been unable to resist him. His big brown eyes and dimples had charmed her into bed faster than she cared to remember.

They had made quite the couple, striking in looks and successful in their respective careers. He was a powerful attorney, and she an advertising executive. Their divorce had been civil, if not amicable, and each had left with what they came in with. Or so she'd thought until he made that obscure remark about her office renovations.

He leaned back in his chair, looked at her with his brooding eyes and said, "We missed something in the divorce, a piece of property. We need to decide what to do with it so I can clear my books before year end. I don't want to pay taxes on it if you want to keep it."

She tried to think of anything they may have forgotten about, but her mind was drawing a blank. "What property? I honestly can't think of anything."

"The cabin at the lake. We were only there once, when we first started dating. I'm not surprised we didn't think of it. It's been years." Jon took a healthy sip of his whiskey, the ice tinkling in his glass.

The waiter brought their food, and talking ceased while they ate. Mel remembered the cabin. It was small, but homey. She thought back to their time there, and had a brief flash of naked lust and total bliss. They'd been so happy and in love then. No wonder they'd forgotten about it, they hadn't been happy together for a long time. 

It was no one's fault, really. They'd just gotten so busy with their careers, they lost touch with each other. And when she'd found out about his lover, she hadn't been all that surprised. It had broken her heart, but it hadn't come as a complete shock. He'd never believed that she hadn't taken a lover. In fact, she hadn't been with a man since Jon. 

The deep timbre of his voice brought her back from her wool gathering. "So, I was thinking that after lunch, we could run up there. Take a look around. See if either of us wants the place or if we should sell it. What do you think?"

"You mean now?" she asked, looking up at him quizzically.

"Yes now. I told you, I want to get this cleared up as soon as possible. Today," he acidly replied.

"I'll have to call the office, I may have some appointments lined up for this afternoon," she tossed back at him, ice in her voice.

"Fine, call. Let's get this over with," he shot back at her venomously.

She dug in her purse, pulled out her cell, and called her secretary. Kris explained that she only had one appointment for that afternoon, and she could easily call and reschedule that. Mel thanked her, hung up her phone, and tossed it back in her bag.

"Are you happy now?" she bitterly asked her ex, shooting daggers at him with her icy eyes.

"Babe, I haven't been happy since we met," his voice low with repressed anger.

They finished eating in silence. He went to pay the check, and she went to the restroom before their long drive. She looked at herself as she washed her hands. She looked good, if a little tired. She'd thought 30 would make her look older, more mature. It hadn't. She still looked like a college freshman. She touched up her eye make up, brushed her hair, and went out to face her nemesis.

He was already outside waiting in his car when she emerged from the restaurant. He looked even more dangerous wrapped in his low slung sports car. He revved the engine in impatience, urging her to hurry up.

She opened the door and dropped into the passenger seat. He didn't even wait for her door to close before hitting the accelerator and peeling away from the curb. She looked over at him in annoyance while she buckled her seat belt. He seemed impervious to her ire, all his attention on the road.

They drove along in tense silence, neither wanting to say anything that might cause another spat. The drive was about 3 hours long, and after about the first 30 minutes, Mel was starting to get sleepy. She hadn't slept well the night before, nervous about her intended meeting today. Her head lolling onto her shoulder, her eyes slowly closing, Mel fell asleep.

He looked over at her, heard her light breathing, and knew she'd drifted to sleep. She'd looked tired, and he'd wondered if things had been rough at work. He knew how hard it had been for him to open his own practice, and thought maybe she was having a tough go of it on her own. She'd always been so damned independent, but as the saying goes, the harder they fall.

The drive to the lake was uneventful. He was just pulling up to the cabin when he reached over and shook Mel's shoulder. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty, rise and shine."

Her eyes blinked open to see a forest of trees out her window. She sat up straighter, and winced. Her neck was out of whack from being craned to one side for so long. She brought her hand up to rub the kink out. Jon was already half out of the car, breathing in deeply and stretching his arms above his head.

She watched the play of muscles under his shirt, remembering the way they'd flexed under her hands. He really did have an amazing body, she had to grudgingly admit to herself. No amount of animosity would make her lie to herself about that.

She opened her door, repeated his stretch, and looked around. It truly was a beautiful place, and she couldn't believe they'd both forgotten about it. Dense trees lined one side of the gravel drive. And the view to the lake on the other side was magnificent. A looping, lazy, path flowed down to the waters edge. The water reflecting the clear sky, making it a deep azure blue.

Jon turned to her, holding the keys up, and gestured toward the cabin, "Shall we?"

She nodded her assent, and followed him up to the cabin. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. She walked in after him and was assailed with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. Dark green walls, hardwood floors, and the huge fireplace along the far wall greeted her. She thought back to the one time they'd been here, the hours they'd spent making love in front of the fireplace. She remembered they'd tried to make popcorn over the fire, and smoke had filled the room along with their laughter. They'd had more success toasting marshmallows. She smiled at the flashback.

He watched her, saw every emotion that crossed her face. Pain, sorrow, laughter. He was curious to know what she was thinking, his own thoughts a jumbled mass of random memories. They'd gone skinny dipping in the cool water, drying each other with their tongues. He'd shown off for her, climbing one of the trees out by the driveway. She'd laughed up at him, the sun shining in her eyes. 

They each walked around the front room, running their hands over walls, furniture. They met in front of the door leading to the bedroom, neither of them looking at the other. Jon reached out and turned the knob, pushing the door open. 

The room was tiny, the only piece of furniture occupying the room being a massive four post bed. Two small rugs on either side of the floor, and a large picture on the wall opposite the bed the only other adornments. 

Her breath hitched in her chest at the sight of that bed. She remembered the long nights, and days, they'd spent loving each other in it. So much love and laughter had existed between them then.

She was busy looking at the room, Jon was busy looking at her. Again, the play of emotions on her face drew all his interest. She truly was an open book. Every thought, every emotion showed on her face, nothing was sacred. It was one of the things that had made him fall in love with her in the first place. 

She felt him watching her, and turned to look at him. His face betrayed none of his feelings, something she had had to get used to. His emotions always hidden beneath his cool veneer. He was always in control, never let himself truly go. It was one of the things that had pulled them apart. 

"Seen enough?" he asked her, cocking one eyebrow.

"Yes. I think you should keep this place. It was yours before we...married...and it should stay yours now," her reply made in a quiet voice.

"Well, I don't want it. I'll never come up here. I guess we'll call a realtor and get the place listed," Jon's words clipped.

"If you want to sell it, that's fine, but I want no part of it. As I said, it was yours, and I really have no claim on it," Mel told him as she turned to walk out of the bedroom.

"Fine. That's settled. Let's get out of here," Tim's tone angry as he pulled the bedroom door shut firmly behind him.

They walked to the door, Mel giving the fireplace one last look, then headed outside. Making their way to the car, neither of them said anything. Mel opened her door, sat down hard, and buckled her seat belt. It seemed like such a long way to come for nothing. 

Jon got into his seat behind the wheel. His jaw set in anger, he jammed the key in the ignition, turned it, and nothing happened. He tried again and still nothing happened. He checked that the car was in gear, pumped the clutch a few times, turned the key, and again got no response from the car. Slamming his hand against the steering wheel, he yanked up the handle on the door. He reached down to pull the hood latch and got out.

Mel watched him stalk to the front of the car and bend to open the hood. It blocked most of her view. All she was able to see were his forearms moving around, pulling this, pushing that. 

"Get behind the wheel and try it," he commanded from under the hood. Mel undid her belt and crawled over the gearshift. She pushed down the clutch and turned the key. Yet again, nothing happened.

"Are you going to try it or what?" his voice dripping with disdain.

"I did, damn it," she shouted back.

She heard his angry grunt as he tried to figure out what was wrong with his car.

"Again," he yelled at her. She turned it, and got a big, fat nothing.

"Nope, nothing," she yelled back at him. She was beginning to enjoy this. She knew how demeaning this would be to his manhood.

He came back around the car, flung open his door and grabbed his jacket off the back of his seat. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cell. She watched as he flipped it open and began walking around in circles.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked him.

"Trying to get a fucking signal, what's it look like?" he gave her a blistering stare.

She reached over and grabbed her purse. Pulling out her cell, she too got out of the car. She flipped her phone open, only to see that she had no signal either.

"You got anything?" Jon asked her.

Mel shook her head in frustration. Jon stalked back over to his car, and again attacked the engine, desperate to find the problem. After a half dozen or so tweaks, he got back in and tried the key again. Still nothing.

It was starting to get dark now. He was debating whether or not he'd have enough time to jog somewhere to get some help before full darkness was upon them. He didn't think so.

"I guess we're stuck here for the night," he looked over at Mel.

She looked back at him, "Are you serious? Can't we just walk somewhere and get someone to come help us?"

"It's going to be dark in less than an hour. Any place we could walk to is going to take a lot longer than that. And by the time we got there, they'd probably be closed anyway."

Jon grabbed the keys and got out, slamming his car door behind him. He walked around to the front of the car and shut the hood. Turning towards the cabin he looked back at Mel, "You coming or what?"

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Mel followed him. Back in the cabin, Mel sank down onto the couch while Jon went into the kitchen. She heard the sound of doors opening and closing and looked over heard shoulder, curious.

"What are you doing?" she shouted out.

"Looking to see if there's anything to eat in here. Could be a long night with no food," his voice sounding like it was coming from a cave.

She walked out to the kitchen to see what he was up to. She found him on his hands and knees, reaching back into a cupboard by the floor. She got an eyeful of his rounded butt poking up in the air. He had a nice ass, toned and muscular. Her hands itched to grab it, and she was stunned at the thought.

He sat up on his haunches, and was surprised to see her standing there. He held up his hands for her perusal. One can of peaches, and a box of crackers that apparently even the mice hadn't wanted. "And I found a bottle of wine way back in the pantry," he said, pointing the can towards the counter. 

"Hmmm, a real feast. Peaches, crackers, and wine. You sure know how to treat a gal," sarcasm oozing with every word Mel said, a smile on her lips.

"Hey, I'm a classy guy, what can I say," Jon smiled back as he stood with his prizes.

She opened some drawers, looking for a can opener. "Voila!" she exclaimed, holding it up for him to see. "And it has a corkscrew."

He chuckled despite himself, seeing a twinkle in her eyes. He handed her the box of crackers, and went about opening the peaches. A few more drawer explorations, and Mel was able to find a fork. However, a quick perusal of the remaining cupboards failed to turn up any dishes. She did find another can of food, this one a dusty, dented can of peas. One look at each other, and she put them back, as they both despised peas.

Grabbing their food, and the wine, they walked back into the sitting room. Each taking a spot on opposite ends of the couch, they sat, and laid their repast on the small coffee table.

"It's getting a little chilly in here, I wonder if there's still any wood out back," Jon mused aloud as he went over towards the door that led out to the back of the cabin. Opening the door and peering around the corner, Mel heard him utter, "Well whatta ya know."

He disappeared out the door, returning a few seconds later, his arms laden with wood. He crossed to the fireplace and dropped his cargo on the floor. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his gold lighter. She didn't know why he carried it anymore, he'd quit smoking 4 years ago. But seeing it now, she was grateful he did, as a chill started to creep into her bones.

He got up and came back to the table, reaching down, he grabbed the box of crackers. He ripped the box open and set the inner packages back down. Tossing a few logs into the fireplace, he grabbed his lighter and lit the box. He pushed the flaming cardboard under the logs. Within a few minutes, he had a respectable fire going.

"You know, it's going to be a whole lot warmer over here," he said, looking back at Mel. "Grab the food and get over here." Jon got up and walked across the room, going into the bedroom. He emerged as Mel was sitting down in front of the fire. In his hands was the comforter from the bed.

Sitting down cross legged next to Mel, he wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. He held one edge open to her, his arm stretched out, "Misery loves company."

She thought for about a half a second, then scooted in close to him, feeling him drape the blanket around her. They sat in comfortable silence for a while. The only sounds the crackle of the fire and their cracker crunches.

"What the hell happened to us, Mel? Where did the people that sat here all those years ago go?" she heard Jon ask quietly from beside her.

"I don't know. Too much work, not enough us time. And then there was Jacy. She didn't help," she knew bringing his lover up would probably start a fight, but he'd asked.

"Yeah, she was a huge mistake. She was what tipped the scales for you, huh?" he looked over at her, the firelight dancing in his liquid brown eyes.

"It's water under the bridge now. We've moved on. Let's just get through tonight as peacefully as we can, ok?" 

She reached for the can of peaches, brushing her hand over his leg to get them. The fork was out of her reach. "Hand me that fork, would you?" she asked him.

"This fork here?" he teased, holding it up over his head.

"Yes, that fork. Hand it over," she tried to grab it, but it was up too high for her.

He switched hands, holding it out away from her even farther, laughing as she lunged for it. "Knock it off. Give me the damn fork, you ass," Mel laughed. She was starting to stand, trying to grab the fork from him, when her leg caught on the edge of the blanket, tumbling her across his lap.

He laughed even harder, enjoying the sight of her upturned bottom laying over his legs. He took the fork and playfully poked her in the ass with it.

"Hey!" Mel yelped. She gained her balance, and pushed up off his lap. She again made a grab for the fork, and he easily dodged her. She looked down into his face, laughter crinkling the corners of his eyes.

"You're letting all the cold air in. Sit down and I'll let you have it," Jon offered. Mel gave him one long look, then sat back down, fixing the blanket back around them. She held her hand out to him, waiting for him to hand her the fork. He reached for the peaches instead.

"Hey!" she yelled at him again, watching as he dipped the fork into the can.

Jon poked a peach with the fork, and yanked it out of the tin. He let the juice drip off, then offered the peach to Mel.

She watched him warily, waiting for the tease, knowing he was going to pull the fork back the second she leaned for it. But he just sat there, waiting for her. She leaned over, her mouth opening, craning her neck. She felt him slide the peach into her waiting mouth. The flavor of the fruit burst in her mouth. She closed her eyes, savoring the flavor.




Fireside



Jon watched her, saw her swirling the peach in her mouth, on her tongue. Spying a small drop of fruit juice on her full bottom lip, his breath quickened. He leaned over to her, and licked the tiny droplet off her lip. The contact jolted through his body straight to his groin. 

Mel's eyes flew open at his lick. Who would have thought that such a light touch would cause such a deep reaction. She'd felt it all the way to her toes. Her nipples hardened painfully, and she felt her moist center contract.

Jon looked into Mel's eyes, trying to read her. He noted her uneven breathing, and the light flush on her skin. Leaning over again, he brushed his lips across hers. He felt a zing, and his loins tightened. He pressed his lips to hers a second time, more fully and applying more pressure. His heart began to beat erratically. This was how it had been when they'd first been together. Every touch a spark that led to a roaring inferno.

His first kiss was like a warm breeze, soft and tender. His second was like the beginning of a storm, the air electric. She leaned into him, wanting to deepen the kiss he'd started. She opened her mouth, slipping her tongue out to lick his lips. His lips parted under her tutelage, allowing her access, while slipping his tongue out to tangle with hers. His arms circled her, pulling her tightly to him, feeling her hard nipples pressing into his chest. 

The warmth of the fire was nothing compared to the heat building between them. Mel moved closer to Jon, her hands on his thighs, pushing her up closer to his mouth. His skin was warm under the material of his pants, and she felt his muscles jump at her touch. He grabbed her more fully and pulled her onto his lap. She tilted her head back, wanting to feel his hot mouth on her neck.

Jon nuzzled her ear, sliding his tongue down the side of her neck. She arched her back, allowing him more access. He reached up to fondle one of her breasts, the nipple hard against the palm of his hand. He squeezed it roughly, the way he knew she liked it, before pinching the hard nub. 

She moaned and instinctively moved her body closer to his, wanting his touch. Mel slid her hands up under the back of his shirt, clutching at him, digging her nails into his taut flesh. She craved him, wanted to devour him. 

Jon slid her off his lap, laying her down on the rug in front of the fireplace. Leaning over her, he kissed her passionately, while his hands found the buttons on her blouse. With lightening speed, he had her shirt open and was flicking his tongue on the tops of her tits. Sucking the firm flesh into his mouth, leaving love bites in his path. He bent and nipped one of her tightened nipples with his teeth, enjoying the low groan that escaped from her.

Her hands roamed his chest, stopping now and then to tug open a button. Pulling his shirt the rest of the way out of his trousers, she opened it, loving the feel of the hardness of his chest. She tweaked each of his small nipples, twisting them in her fingers. 

His hands found the buttons of her slacks, while his mouth left a moist trail down her stomach, pausing to flitter his tongue in her belly button. He slid her slacks over her hips, she lifted her ass to help him. With her pants off, Mel lay in nothing but her bra and panties, the fire light making dancing shadows on her skin. Jon ran his tongue under the waistband of her lacy panties, his hand coming up to cup her sex. She parted her legs, her shaky fingers seeking out the button on his pants. 

He finished undoing his pants and quickly took them off, shaking his shirt off as well. He covered his body with hers, and just kissed her. Their bodies fit together so well, a perfect match really. His slid his hips, placing himself between her legs. She began a slow roll of her lower body, rubbing her throbbing clit against the stiffness of his tool. It had been so long since she had felt actual man flesh, and she was begging for release.

His body responded to hers, grinding his pulsating cock hard against her in small circles. Mel felt her climax come bubbling up from low in her belly. With a loud moan and a thrust of her hips, she broke, her body trembling as the waves of her orgasm ebbed. 

Jon lay atop Mel, feeling her come down from her climax. He kissed her neck, nibbled on her shoulder, and waited for her next move. He felt her hands slide down his back to grab his tight cheeks, slipping her hands under the material. He raised himself off of her, and unclipped the clasp of her bra nestled between her breasts. He suckled each nipple in turn, biting them roughly then laving them softly to ease the pain. 

Sliding one large hand down her torso, he slipped it beneath her panties, one thick finger slipping between her lips to find her drenched. He eased his finger into her wet hole, curving it up slightly to find her G spot. He felt her muscles clench when his finger grazed over it, a guttural moan the only sound she made. With his other hand, he removed the black lace covering her pussy, dragging her panties down with a hard tug, tearing them off of her. 

Mel had always liked it a little rough, and feeling Jon rip her panties from her body while his finger played over her G spot had her at the edge of another orgasm. She felt the tip of his tongue flick over her engorged clit like a red hot poker shooting up through her pussy. Reaching out she grabbed his hair in her hands and pulled his face roughly against her cunt, growling out a husky, "Eat me!!"

Jon thought she was going to rip his hair out, but he dove into her moist center, sucking her love juices out of her. Nipping her tight button, adding a second finger to thrum against her sacred spot, Jon loved her the only way he truly new how to. And when her second orgasm wracked her body, he held on tightly, licking and sucking her dry.

Mel came crashing back into her body, chest heaving, heart beating an irregular staccato. She felt Jon's body sliding up hers, his mouth coming down on hers hard. He'd lost his underwear at some point, as she could feel the thick knob of his cock pressing against her opening. Smashing his lips against hers, he pushed up quickly, thrusting his cock up into her roughly. 

His hands grabbed her hips in a death grip, leaving bruises that would take days to fade. Holding her down, he pounded into her hole relentlessly. Harder and harder he thrust into her, driving her hard against the floor. She could feel the fat head of his prick ramming against her cervix, a heady mixture of pleasure and pain. 

Jon came quickly, the surge of his seed splashing inside her tight cavern. He dropped onto Mel, knocking the wind from her. His sweat covered body slick in the glow from the fire. He lay on top of her, getting his breath back. Pushing up slightly, he looked into her eyes, "I'll last longer next time, I promise."

Mel gave him a small smile, and squeezed her pussy muscles tight. "You'd better . It was over so fast I hardly felt a thing."

Feeling her clench him, Jon hissed, his cock getting hard again already. He began a slow rhythm, sliding back and forth in her, feeling the blood flood to his pole. Together, they rocked their hips, building their passions. He lifted her legs, urging her to wrap them around his middle. She obliged, pulling him tight to her. Leaning back slightly, he arched his hips up, poking until he hit her G spot with his turgid member.

She bit her lip and groaned when his tool found that elusive spot deep inside her walls. Reaching down between her legs, she rubbed two fingers hard against her clit, pinching it between her fingers when the rubbing was no longer enough. Jon looked down at their joined bodies, watching her play with herself. It was always such a turn on for him to see her rub herself so lewdly. They'd spent many a night watching each other masturbate, before finally jumping each other in a frenzy of wanton lust.

Her fingers wet and sticky with her own cum, Mel reached back and slid her fingers between Jon's ass cheeks. She rubbed her juice coated fingers over his anus before slipping one finger into his tight back door. She knew how this got him going, and prepared herself for the ride.

Jon began pumping into her harder, his cock matching the same thrusting rhythm as the finger invading his asshole. They fucked each other, each keeping pace, until with a final thrust, Mel tipped over the edge. As her climax overtook her, her finger rammed into his backdoor, brushing against his sensitive prostate gland. 

Feeling the nails of one of her hands drag down his back, and the finger in his tight hole hit his "G spot," Jon exploded. The hot rush of his cum jetting up from his nuts and out into her pussy. He rolled off of her, laying back on the cool wood of the floor. Mel sat up and slid closer to him, looking down at his softening cock, covered in their cum. Straddling his head, her wet, cum filled pussy inches above his mouth, she bent and took his limp prick between her lips.

She ran her tongue up and down his soft shaft, tasting the mixture of their love liquids. She poked into his slit, and brought her hand up to squeeze his balls. Leaning over farther, she ran her tongue down his hairy sac to the spot just behind his scrotum. Pressing her tongue flat, she licked his taint, dipping her mouth even lower to slip the tip into the tight crease of his ass. With her other hand she gripped his tool, clenching and unclenching her fist, feeling the blood rushing to fill it.

Jon opened his eyes when he felt her take his tired dick into her wet mouth. Hovering above his face was her sopping pussy, a combination of both their juices slowly dripping down her lips to the tops of her thighs. He ran his tongue up each thigh, licking off the drips, tasting them both, before slipping it between her lips and into her hole. He poked his stiff tongue far into her dripping cunt, mimicking the movements his cock had made earlier. Reaching up, he put a hand on each cheek of her ass, spreading them wide while pulling it closer to her face. He let his tongue slide out of her pussy with a wet pop, and slid it up to her pink, puckered hole. 

His rapidly stiffening prick gripped tightly in one fist, Mel used her other hand to spread his ass. Jon lifted his legs, planting his feet flat on the floor, and spread his knees wide, allowing her tongue better access to his own hole. Flicking the tip of her tongue over his anus, Mel jacked his cock. She felt his sac tighten, lifting his balls to brush her chin. She felt his grip on her thighs, as he rolled them over.

He was now straddling her head, his full erection poised just above her waiting mouth. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, feeling the strain in her jaws, and tilted her head back, opening her throat. Jon slid all of his cock into the waiting orifice, not stopping until he felt her throat swallowing convulsively, sucking him in deep. He slipped it back out of her throat, letting her get some air, before grinding his hips back down, pushing way back into her mouth. He began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her face the way he'd fucked her pussy.

Jon grabbed Mel's legs, pulling them far back and wide open, not stopping until they were pressed flat against her sides. He lay his arms on them, weighting them down and spread as wide as possible, her ass lifted off the floor, her cheeks an open invitation. He bent his head and speared her asshole with his tongue, working it in deep, a while he pumped his cock into her mouth. He tongue fucked her tightest hole, wiggling his tongue deep into her rectum, her sphincter sucking him in deeper. The moans in her throat causing a delicious vibration along his tool. 

He pulled his cock up and almost out of her mouth, and Mel placed a hand on one firm ass cheek, stopping him from driving back into her throat. She placed 3 fingers into her mouth, coating them with her saliva, feeling his hard shaft against them. She took her wet fingers up, and placed them against his asshole, twisting them into his tight cavern. She heard him grunt ass he slid his ass back onto her hand. Once all three fingers were wedged tight in his backdoor, he slid his stiff one back into her throat. He continued his assault on her mouth while she rammed her fingers into his anus.

Jon was in heaven, with his cock balls deep in Mel's hot mouth, and his ass filled with her hot fingers. He would pump straight down into her face, and pull back pushing himself hard onto her hand. She would wiggle her fingers around in his anal cavern, tickling his prostate, while she swallowed, her throat muscles convulsing along his shaft.

Removing his tongue from her ass, he replaced it with 2 of his fingers, pushing them deep into her bowels. His mouth returned to her pussy, where a new puddle of her juices lay pooled waiting for him to slurp them up. He covered her mound with his wide open mouth, sucking both sets of her smooth lips hard. He sucked them roughly, biting and twisting before releasing them and attacking her clit. He pinched it tightly between his lips, her hips bucking up, while adding a third finger to her hot ass.

Mel felt his fingers working over her asshole, and his mouth roughly abusing her sensitive pussy. Her orgasm came wrenching from her, her teeth clamping down on the hard cock impaled in her mouth, her hand slamming into Jon's tight ass. Her lower body quaked, bouncing up and down with the force of her tremors, a torrent of her cum squirting up out of her and onto Jon's face.

When he felt Mel bite down on his shaft, and her fingers ram deeply into his ass, Jon's own climax began to overtake him. Her tight walls gripped his fingers, and a geyser of her love juice came gushing out of her, dripping down his cheek and lips. He licked his lips, enjoying her flavor. He pumped his hips, once, twice, the third time being the charm, as his sperm erupted from him, coating her throat. She swallowed quickly, not wanting to lose one delicious drop of him. 

They let their fingers slide slowly from each others backsides, and Jon pulled his softening prick from Mel's mouth. He let her legs drop back to the floor, and moved off of her. Turning to face her, he bent close to her, and she licked the rest of her cum from his face, before pulling his mouth to hers for a tired kiss. He grabbed the blanket, and covered them with it, laying his head on her chest. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he stroked the soft skin of her stomach. 

When they had both recovered from their marathon sex session, they sat up, wrapped themselves back in the blanket, and shared some of the wine. Neither spoke as they watched the flames flicker. Time passed in silence, each alone with their thoughts.

Jon broke the tension first, "I still love you, will always love you. No one has ever touched me the way you do."

Mel let out a giggle, "That's only because you don't tell them you like your butt played with."

Jon pushed her playfully, "Ha, ha. That's not what I meant and you know it. Besides, how many of your lovers have you told about your little fetishes?"

"I haven't had any lovers, Jon. You were the last man I was intimate with. There has been no one since the divorce."

Jon looked over at her, "I haven't been with anyone either. Not since Jacy, anyway. When I lost you, she left. It was like the only reason she wanted to be with me was because she couldn't have me. Once I was available, she broke it off. I heard she was with Crawford now, helping wreck his marriage, too."

"I never stopped loving you either. I was willing to work on things until I found out about her. I just figured that you'd moved on from me. I know I wasn't always there for you the way I should have been, and for that I am truly sorry," Mel spoke in a low voice.

"NO! I'm the one who should be sorry. I knew how hard you were trying to get your business up and running. I was selfish. All I could think about were my needs and wants. If anyone is to blame for the way things turned out, it's me," Jon replied passionately.

"So what happens now?" Mel's voice barely a whisper.

At that, Jon leaned over to Mel and brushed his lips over hers. "Is it too late to try again? I mean, have I ruined things so completely that you can never forgive me?"

Mel reached for him, wrapping her arms around his torso, looking up into his eyes. "I want to try again. I want what we once had. I need you, I always have. Let's try. Can't we just try and love each other again?"

Jon kissed her hard, pulling him tightly to him. "Yes, I want that. I want it all with you. We can be good again, I believe that."

And with that decision made, they lay back down in front of the fire. Jon kissing Mel's lips tenderly, sliding his lips down her neck to bite her collarbone. He worked his way down her chest to her hardening nipples. He sucked one hard into his mouth while his hand squeezed her other breast, pinching that nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He slid his knee between her legs, bringing it up against her. He felt her wet pussy rub along his thigh. 

Mel could feel his stiffening cock brush against her leg. His knee against her cunt sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her. He bit down hard on one nipple, and she shuddered under him. She spread her thighs farther apart, wanting him to fuck her hard again. Reaching down, she grabbed his hard prick, guiding it to her wet hole. She rubbed the head back and forth over her clit, sending shivers up and down her spine. 

Jon grabbed Mel's ass cheeks in his hands, and brought it up off the floor, before pushing his throbbing dick against her hand. Mel slid his swollen head to her opening for him, and he drove his cock into her. She arched her back and bit her lip at the invasion. He didn't pull out of her, just thrust his hips, pushing his hard on deeper into her cavern. Her hot, wet hole making slight sucking sounds as he pounded her. 

Mel grabbed his ass hard, digging her nails into the flesh of his butt cheeks, pulling him into the "V" of her thighs even tighter. He rammed his hot cock into her, harder and faster. Jon leaned over her, taking one tit deep into his mouth, feeling her hard nub at the back of his tongue, before letting it pop back out. 

Mel wanted all of him. She wanted to feel everything he had to offer. "Fuck me in the ass, Jon. I need to feel your cock in my ass," she begged him, her voice raw with emotion.

He let his prick slip out of her wet pussy, her juices dripping out of her. He sat up, and grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach. He reached under her, pulling her up to her knees. She lay with her arms and head flat on the floor, her ass up in the air, a deep arch in her back. Jon bent down behind her, and ran his tongue from the top of her ass down to her clit, tasting her. He slipped his tongue deep into her pussy, savoring their mixed flavors, before licking his way up to her tight asshole. 

He wriggled his tongue all over her pink star, delving the tip into her anus. He worked her ass over, getting it loose for his hard cock. Mel moaned deep in her throat, and thrust her ass back. Jon grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide, watching her hole open for him. He pushed his tongue in deeper with each pass, before he finally had all of it up her back door, his nose pressed against the top of her cleft. He pulled his face back, and then pushed in. He fucked her ass with his pointed tongue, working it deep into her anus, flicking the tip deep in her bowels. 

He loved her musky taste. She'd always given herself enemas during their marriage, but he'd thought it was a waste. He got so turned on by her flavor and her smell. His face was pressed tightly into her ass cheeks, his tongue as far up her rectum he could get it. He reached under her to rub her swollen clit. Over and over he flicked his fingers on her taut nub, feeling her muscles tighten as her climax neared. When he knew she was close, he slid a finger into her pussy.




Fireside



Mel's orgasm came bursting from her. She threw her head back and let out a scream. Her whole body shaking with the force. Jon felt her ass clenching his tongue, the muscles working his tongue out of her slippery back hole. And her drenched pussy clutched his finger. As she lay quivering on the floor, he sat up behind her. He put the knob of his dick right up to her asshole, and slid the head in. Even with all his spit, and his loosening of her hole, it was a very tight squeeze.

She felt him shove the head of his prick into her ass. It burned, the pain causing her to suck in her breath. She lay very still, trying to relax her muscles to allow him further access. She pushed out with her sphincter, letting him slide into her more. She felt his cock pulse as it slid deep into her bowels. She was impossibly full, almost uncomfortable. Just when she didn't think she could take anymore of his prick in her ass, she felt his balls tap against her pussy lips lightly.

He looked down to where their bodies were joined. Her ass stretched tightly around his cock. He let his finger run over her skin, feeling it taut around his girth. He pulled back, watching her skin pull back with his cock. He worked his tool slowly in and out of her straining hole, getting her accustomed to the feeling. When she began moving her ass in time with his thrusts, he knew she was ready.

She felt him fucking her anus slowly, working his cock in and out, his tight sac slapping her pussy. She spread her knees farther, feeling his hairy balls brush her clit with each inward stroke. She began rocking her hips back, urging him to go faster. And when he pulled all the way out to the head, and thrust back into her roughly, she let out a low growl, and yelled, "Oh yeah, fuck my ass hard!"

Jon reared back, and slammed his stiff prick deep into her anal canal. His hands grabbed her ass hard, digging his fingers into her delicate flesh, as he pounded his prick into her tight hole. Her bowels were hot in a way her pussy never was. Tight and dark and dirty, he rammed his pole into her naughtiest of places. He could feel his balls slapping against her sloppy, wet pussy, her moans telling him they were popping her clit. He leaned over her, still pounding her backdoor, and grabbed her tits. He pulled them roughly, twisting her nipples. He pushed himself back up, gripping her hips hard, pulling her ass back onto his cock.

She was spread as wide as he could get and still stay on her knees. Mel's ass felt like it was being torn apart. Jon's tool was buried deep in her rectum, and his sac was banging into her clit. She was getting close to cumming again. She pushed up onto her hands, and began slamming her ass back to meet Jon's thigh's. 

Jon was pumping Mel's ass hard, harder than he ever had before, and she was loving it. She'd propped up and began pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts. He lifted one hand and smacked her full on one cheek, leaving a large, red hand print on her creamy skin. Again he slapped her ass hard, this time Mel yelling out, "Yeah, slap my ass. Spank me hard!"

He spanked her again, reaching up with his other hand to grab a handful of her hair. He yanked her head back every time he stroked into her ass, while spanking her ass until it was a bright red. They went on like this, fucking, pulling, spanking, until Mel broke. Her asshole tightened on Jon's prick painfully, her cunt quivering, she let out a howl and her climax tore through her body. She felt tingles from her scalp to her toes, and she couldn't seem to breath. 

Jon felt Mel's ass grab his cock in a death grip, a grimace of agony crossing his face. He felt her plunge over the edge, and her anus loosened, the spasms rippling over his cock. His whole body shook, electric currents running down all his limbs, centering on his balls. A gusher of spunk came shooting from his prick to splatter her bowels with it's stickiness. A healthy grunt escaped his lips as he collapsed over her.

Mel's body dropped under Jon's weight, she hadn't the strength left to hold them up. He lay heavily on top of her, his breath ragged. She could feel his heart pounding against her back, it's irregular beat matching her own. He slid off of her, keeping one hand to lay on one pink ass cheek. 

She rolled her head to look over at him only to see him looking back at her. With a determined look, he said to her, "I think we should get married again. I think we should definitely keep this place. And I think we should have kids, lots of them."

With a sly grin and a wink, Mel replied, "I think you just fucked the wrong hole if you were trying to make babies." 

The End



Fireside



The fire roars, throwing the room, and your naked body into living light and shadows. So warm and intimate. You lay draped over giant pillows, the fake fur of a manufactured bear skin rug tickling your pale skin. And you're smiling. You're teasing. You're talking about what you would like to do to me. To my cock. 

"Enough talk," I say. I mean my voice to sound more playful, less gruff, but it's the need. You overwhelm me; I have to have you in a thousand different ways, in every moment we're together. 

I still taste you, smell you on my beard. The memory of your pussy under my tongue, your bottom twitching and bucking in my hands has me swelling; and each time you say the word cock, the feeling intensifies. 

"Yes, Scott," you say demurely. Temptress that you are. 

I want to tell you, to order you to stand and come to me. I hesitate. I feel the moment, I look in your eyes. And my need to have you overcomes my hesitation, that thought that you may refuse. I'm never quite sure what your reaction will be. Nor do I wish to underestimate you. 

"Come here, Angel," I say softly, but with authority. 

Your face changes, and my cock twitches with the raw desire I see wash over you. My heart rate increases. I realize I'm absently rubbing the precum I'm leaking over the throbbing head of my cock. 

You rise and cover the distance between us in three steps. You look down at me. 

"Are you wet for me, Sweetheart?" You smile and nod, and I watch as you boldly take your fingers, run them through your slit, and offer them to me. I suck them clean, groaning my approval. "Kneel, pet." I point to the floor. 

You reach across and your breasts brush my knee. I'm clinging to control. You grab a pillow, place it on the floor and kneel. I wonder how you can be submissive, and still not. How you do as I tell you, but you do it while meeting my eyes, and smiling sweetly. I want to fucking devour you.

No. I want you to devour me. 

I put my hand on the back of your neck, and pull you in for a deep, long kiss. I savor you, both your taste and your reactions and response. When I break the kiss, I hold your gaze as I entwine my fingers in your curly hair. And I gently, but without question to my intent, push your head toward my cock.

You darken. I think again you might refuse for a moment, but then the resistance is gone. It is more that you are pulling my hand than that my hand pushes you. 

Your warm breath is blowing over me. You look up and meet my eyes again, and my fingers tighten in your hair. You kiss my cockhead, once, twice, and a flick of your tongue beneath sends shockwaves into my balls. I test you with a slight nudge, and you close your eyes, your long dark lashes resting on your flushed cheeks as you open and take me into your warmth.

I shudder and stroke your hair, feeling the irregularity in my breath. Your head bobs, varying in speed and depth, I feel your tongue flicking back and forth, and it's building...

You slow, and your eyes open and encompass me. You are fearless. And you hold my gaze while you slowly take my throbbing cock down your throat, tearing slightly as your nose touches my groin, and I can no longer hold it in. I know you feel the shiver run through me. I know you feel my balls in your hand, tighten. I know you know I'm going to cum, just like this, sweet Angela...

Before the first jet, but after it's begun its journey, you suddenly pull back... I groan; I have the desire to grab your hair and force you to stay, make you take me, but that smile... all is forgiven. And as the first milky stream leaves my wet and raging cock, I see you take your breasts in your hands, push them up and together, and deliberately move to catch me on them. I watch the white rivulets run over your almost translucent skin, your dark, peaked nipples... I spasm again with the sheer eroticism, watching you watch my cock as I cum for you, sweetheart. The next jet paints your throat, and you reach up and touch it, rub it into your skin. 

I am shuddering, quivering with the ecstasy of this moment, my wet mark on you shimmering in the firelight. You quickly lean forward and take me in your sticky hand, and all I can murmur comes out as a growl, "Fuck, yes, do it, sweetheart," and you do. You squeeze me and open wide to catch the last of my offering, and it hits your pink tongue, and a bit dribbles over your pink lip... I wonder a bit foggily if this is heaven. Then you are sucking me again, and I hear the wet sounds, I fucking hear you swallow. Fuck, Baby. Sweetheart. You wonderful woman... You are holding my cock gently inside your mouth, intimately, your hand on my stomach as my breathing slowly steadies. You keep holding me, and I have the feeling of being enjoyed, savored. You drape your arms over my thighs and hug them around you.

I lay back against the chair, watching in wonder, and reach to trace the contours of your face. You finally release me, and smile a sweet smile. Your next question is the one that fills me with such feeling.

"Good?"

I shake my head and try to pull you up off the floor. But you grin and hold up a finger. You turn and crawl away from me, giving me a view of your bottom that gets me stirring all over again. You pick up your wine glass, sip. Then a larger one, and I see you swish it about, then swallow. You smile, and crawl back to me, and I pull you onto my chest. 

"Good doesn't even come close," I whisper against your hair. Not even close.



Fireside First



My name is Andrea and my senior year of high school was coming to a close. Graduation was only 2 weeks away. I had just turned 18 in February. All my immediate girlfriends talked constantly about sex, but to be honest, I had not met anyone that I would have even wanted to have sex with. Several of the boys I dated in high school were awful. On the first date, they would be pawing at you and hinting suggestively. "Forget it," I would tell them. My reputation as being cold and untouchable spread fast.

Right before the end of school, I was invited to a party that a friend was having. When I got there, I noticed a boy named Paul. He was tall, with wavy brown hair that seemed a little disheveled. Very cute, I was attracted to him from the start. Paul was a friend of a friend. He didn't attend the same high school as most of us so I never saw him at other parties.

I noticed Paul was eyeing me and I shot him a smile. He came over and introduced himself. When I told him my name was Andrea, he commented that it was a beautiful name. I had never liked my name until I heard it roll off his lips. We spent most of the night talking. I found out that he was also a senior and had plans to attend the same college I was going to attend. He was pleasant, easygoing and a great listener. Paul was truly interested in my likes and dislikes and kept me talking most of the time. It turned out that we had a lot in common. We even shared the same birthday. At the end of the night, he offered to take me home. I had arrived with my best friend who was nowhere to be found so I accepted.

He drove me home, walked me to the door, reached over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and asked if he could call me. Naturally I said yes. Wow! What a difference from some of the other boys I dated. The last one must have been an octopus because he had 8 arms all over me. I crawled into bed and could hardly sleep thinking about him.

The very next day, Paul called and we went on our first date. We both had a great time and soon we were inseparable. All summer was filled with magic. I was having the best time of my life. Paul was even well liked by my parents and younger sister. He was as confident talking to them as he was to any of our friends. 

Summer was ending and we were making plans for school. We went shopping together, sometimes with my parents, sometimes with his. They treated me like a daughter and I became very fond of them as well.

The first couple of weeks of classes were hectic. He was living off campus in a nice apartment with two roommates. I was in the dorms. We tried to see each other as much as our classes allowed. The campus was large and there was plenty to see and do. We went to movies, saw some great concerts, and attended sporting events. On the weekends, we would usually make the 2 hour drive home. One weekend he would drive the other I would drive.

Even though we had many opportunities, we still had not had sex. He could pleasure me with his touch and I was always eager to reciprocate but we had not progressed any further.

It was a Friday in the beginning of November and a nasty cold snap had hit. We got the first heavy snowfall of the season and it was bitterly cold. My parents were going out of town that weekend. Paul's parents had called and told him to please not make the drive home due to the condition of the roads. Paul's two roommates, on the other hand, decided to go skiing for the weekend.

Paul invited me over and had a pleasant dinner prepared when I got there. I came over with a movie and we were going to eat and watch a movie together. After we ate, Paul built a nice warm fire in the fireplace and we sat in front of the fire. 

Soon, we started kissing. We both were getting very excited. He gently caressed my breasts while I began running my hands over his body. I knew I was getting very wet and I could see by his bulge that he was excited also. Whether it was the warmth of the fire or the burning that was going on between my legs, I was getting hot. I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my sweater and pulled it over my head. Paul reached back and undid my bra, exposing my breasts. In seconds his planted his mouth on them, flicking his tongue over my hardening nipples.

I started fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. I couldn't wait to get it off and start kissing and caressing his torso. I ran my hands over his bare back and reached down to play with his nipples. The room was filled with sighs and moans as we pleasured each other. I knew this was the time. I was ready and willing.

Reaching down, I unbuckled his belt. He obliged by standing up and removing his pants and briefs. His excitement was evident. This was really the first time I had seen his cock and it looked delicious. I wanted to taste it and I gently pushed him back on the sofa and took his manhood in my mouth. I licked the shaft, ran my tongue round and round over the head and put as much of him into my mouth as possible. He began to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, slowly at first and then with more speed. He suddenly stopped. "Andrea, please. I'm about to cum."

I stopped long enough to tell him that was exactly what I wanted and not to worry, but I wasn't planning to leave anytime soon. I needed to taste his semen...to feel it blast in my mouth. I resumed my sucking all the while fondling his balls and ass and was quickly rewarded with hot jets of cum as he moaned in ecstasy. The taste was surprisingly pleasant. I decided then and there that I loved pleasuring him orally.

Paul reluctantly pulled out of my warm mouth after his erection subsided. He ran over and threw another log or two on the fire and then was back in a flash. "One good turn deserves another," he said as he reached for my jeans. Soon, I too was stark naked in front of my lover by the glowing light of the fire.

Ever so slowly, he began to lick and kiss me. He worked his way up one leg and down the other. As his kisses came nearer and nearer to my soaking wet pussy, I began to moan. He was having none of that. He purposely avoided my pubic area and continued up my body, kissing and massaging all the while. He was driving me to incredible heights by teasing me like that. Finally, his tongue trailed down and I felt the tip flick gently at my pussy lips. When Paul found my clit I was on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm. "Harder," I screamed. "Please Paul, lick my clit."

Instead, Paul slowed down. He nibbled gently on my lips and occasionally would flick my clit with his tongue. Twice he had me right on the edge and twice he backed off. He was driving me wild and I didn't know how much more I could take and I told him that. He stopped long enough to lovingly look up and say, "that was exactly what I wanted and not to worry, but I wasn't planning to leave anytime soon." We both erupted with laughter.

When we stopped laughing, Paul went back to his task. This time it was different. He wasn't teasing me. He went right for my pussy with a purpose. My body responded rapidly. I felt the first quaking inside and then as I ground my pussy against his mouth, wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure swept over me. I felt like all my energy was drained.

I leaned forward to give him a kiss and he kissed me passionately. I could taste my scent on his lips. Paul grabbed a blanket and came up to cuddle with me. I had my back to him and he held me in his arms. His naked body felt wonderful against mine. In the blissful state that I was in, I must have fallen asleep in his arms.

My eyes opened as Paul was gently caressing me from behind and fingering my moist slit. I noticed he put another log on the fire, but I really noticed the log between his legs that was jutting into my back.

My jeans were on the back of the sofa and I reached up to grab them. I fished into the pocket and took out a condom that I had brought with me. When I turned to hand it to Paul, I noticed that he was unwrapping a condom of his own and rolling it down his hard cock. "Evil minds think alike', was all he could say.

He entered me right there scissor fashion. Very gently he pushed until he was balls deep in me. I don't remember pain, just a feeling of fullness. Paul made love to me slowly and deliberately all the while fondling and caressing me taking me on to another powerful orgasm. I was never so happy in my life having someone who cared for me and someone I love taking my virginity and gently consummating that love.

My name is Andrea and now, my senior year is coming to a close. Graduation is only 2 weeks away, but this time from college. A lot has happened in the last 4 years. Junior year Paul and I moved in together. Our life is full of happiness and adventure. Our sex life is wonderful. Paul is still a great listener and is in tune with my needs as I am with his needs. We both got job offers after graduation. We are hoping to enjoy as much of the summer as we have in the past, however, much still needs to be done.

We have shopping and organizing to do. You see, our wedding is being planned for that first weekend in November. We both are hoping for a cold snap and some snow.



Fireside Lounge



The lounge was perfect. The bar itself was lit the brightest, and that was very minimal by most standards. Small candles sat in the center of each table, flickering gently in the manmade breezes. Each of these small tables had two chairs, intimately placed next each other. Against the walls were large, overstuffed leather loveseats with slightly larger tables accompanying them. Ornamental trees and flowering bushes were strategically placed near and between the tables to add to the mood of privacy. A fireplace five feet wide with a view from all angles was built into the center of the room. Flames licked out at the air in a slow and mesmerizing dance of seduction while the longing desire of a saxophone wafted through the air, searching for the beat of a lonely heart. Yes, the Fireside Lounge was perfect.

I had told him to meet me at the last loveseat in the back. I would be wearing red and would be expecting him to greet me with a good stiff drink. I finished my second martini ten minutes before he was expected. I was a bit nervous, meeting him for the first time like this. I reapplied my glossy bright red lipstick and mentally went over my checklist. The room was on the top floor and overlooked the lake. The king size bed was perfect with the wrought iron posts and multitude of pillows. Large mirrors hung above the bed, patiently awaiting the new guests, which would be reflected in a performance so perfect, that they wouldn't miss a movement. Through the hall was the brightly lit, spacious marble bathroom. 

Mirrors adorned the walls throughout. Double sinks were evenly spaced apart, as were the showerheads in the 8-foot wide shower. Marble benches sat inside the shower, across from the clear sliding glass doors. Directly across from the bathroom entrance was a double door. Through these doors was another marble room. Exactly in the center of this large room was a gigantic Jacuzzi. Two marble benches, which matched the ones in the shower, were placed to the sides of the hot tub. A built in closet held a large supply of towels. If one preferred, the fireplace across from the double doors could be lit for that added romantic flair. 

So here I was in this fireside lounge, awaiting a man who knew next to nothing about who I was in real life. He knew very few of those details which makes a person who they are. All he knew of me was what I allowed to be known. In the late night hours as our fingers danced across the keyboards of our computers, we typed the words which made our hearts beat furiously and our groins ache with a want which, until then, we had no idea was possible. Was I totally insane? This man could be a murderer! Worse yet… He could be my BOSS! I shuttered at that thought and shook the indecision from my nerves. My martini glass was cleared away and I sat looking in the direction of the entrance. The darkness of the bar along with the seclusion that the plants and bushes provided, blocked the doorway from my line of vision. The sax continued to play and in the distance, I could hear the lyrical laugh of a woman and a deeper chuckle of a man. 

I took another deep breath and glanced down at my long red fingernails. The outfit I chose to wear was bought for this specific night. My straight black hair caressed my smooth and bare shoulders, which were sprinkled gently with tiny brown freckles. My red leather bustier was held together snugly with 15 tiny buttons sewn in a way as to show skin between them and the fabric. 

My breasts, also dotted with kisses from the summer sun, were full, round, and slightly exposed above the cut of the tight leather. My cleavage was perfectly glittered and inviting. The skirt, also red and leather, had five buttons on each side and also allowed a peek at my tanned, healthy skin. The skirt was short. Very short. If I were to move just a little in just about any direction too quickly, I would be wearing a belt instead of a skirt! My legs, long and strong were tanned to a golden perfection and were allowed to be free of fabric. My high heels were four inches and the same red leather as the outfit. Normally I would not wear heels at all, not wanting to add to my already five-foot 7-inch stature. However, on this night, I was ready to be tall and slightly intimidating.

I could feel him in the room seconds before I saw him. The hairs on the back of my neck stood out and my pulse quickened. I took a deep breath and looked up. The man was wearing a blue dress shirt and dress pants, just as he said he would. His brown hair was deep and wavy, nearly to the point of being curly. His pace slowed slightly as he looked directly at me. I could tell by his body language that he was extremely pleased at what he saw. His slow and purposeful movements seemed to melt into the flickering dance of the firelight and were in a perfect surreal beat with the saxophone. His smile was formed by very full and sexy lips and was adorned by glistening white teeth. He paused as he stood in front of me and waited for some sort of reaction or introduction from me.

I quickly gathered my composure and pleasant surprise. I put my game face on looked up at him through long eyelashes, allowing my blue eyes to ask him to join me. He placed one martini on the table and raised his own to me in a toasting gesture. I picked mine up, nodding slightly, allowing a smile to play at the corners of my lips before I took a sip. 

We sat at the table on the loveseat for a short while, saying not a word to each other. We both knew there was no need for polite conversation. We agreed to meet for one reason, and that was to fuck. We wanted to experience that mysterious person responsible for all those late night orgasms in the light of the computer monitor. I finished my drink, stood and began to walk toward the exit of the bar. There was no need to see if the man was following; I could feel him staring at my statuesque form as I swayed through the room before him.

The elevator, sensing our silent urgency, seemed to glide through the shaft quickly and smoothly. My heart was pounding hard enough to quicken my breath and cause my breasts to heave gently to the pressure of the motion. I lead him through the dimly lit corridor of the hotel, stopping abruptly at the door, which would be opened by my key.

I walked in ahead of him, becoming queen of my domain. The high heels, leather outfit and red lipstick made the strong, sexy dominating woman in me take complete control of the situation. I walked over to the bed and waited for him to join me. I could feel my slick black hair tickling my shoulders again and loved the sensation. 

He stood before me, smelling sexy and masculine. I grabbed his blue dress shirt and with fine expertise unbuttoned the front quickly and with no hesitation. I pulled the shirttails out of his pants and pulled it off his shoulders, entrapping his wrists in the still buttoned cuffs behind his back. Grabbing his belt with a bit of force, I pulled at it and then unfastened his pants. His bare skin showed beneath the fabric, revealing the lack of underwear. Fine brown curls met my fingertips as I moved beneath his pants to feel his excitement. Sometime in the following moments, I removed his shoes, socks and pants, allowing them to fall where they may, decorating the room in abandonment. His hands were still behind his back, being held by the cuffs of the shirt when I nudged him enough to make him fall onto the large bed. 

I stood next to the bed, feeling more female and in control than I had in my entire life. I could feel my skin growing hot and my pussy throb with anticipation. I looked down at this virtual stranger and smiled as I bent down and picked up a box. I could feel his eyes following me and linger on my ass. Knowing I had his full attention, I opened the box to my toys. He watched with a slightly anxious expression as I pulled out 2 sets of handcuffs. I dangled them inches from his face, getting wetter and wetter as I proceeded to straddle his chest. I knew without looking that he was a little scared and a lot turned on. I released his wrists from the expensive fabric of his shirt only to recapture them with the cold hard metal of the cuffs. The clicking of the metal locking in place seemed to resonate in the room. His wrists, first one and then the other, became the prisoner of the wrought iron bedposts. I could feel the skin on his chest grow damper by the second with pussy juices. I was so turned on, I wasn't sure I could remain in complete control.

As I looked down at this man's face, I stood on the bed, still straddling his naked and vulnerable body. I could tell he was nervous, a little scared and extremely turned on. I stood tall and raised my arms above my head, placing my palms flatly against the mirrored ceiling. He was looking up at my tall and sexy figure when I allowed him a brief peek up my tiny red leather skirt. Knowing that he could see my swollen, throbbing, hot pussy lips, cleanly shaved and recently pierced made me even wetter than before. 

Walking backward, with my hands still above me on the mirrors, I took a long and sultry look at this sexy body beneath me. As my high heels lightly touched his muscular and hairy calf, I gazed upon his rock hard cock. It stood at attention, as if a soldier on the war front. I spotted droplets of precum and I felt a desire grow inside to bend down and lick it from the tip of his dick with the tip of my tongue. I longed to taste the sticky moisture of what was to "cum". Gathering my façade of dominatrix, I stepped off the bed and reached for my box of toys again.

I grabbed a bright red leather blindfold and smiled my most tantalizingly wicked smile I could muster. Walking up to the foot of the bed, I could tell this man was seriously beginning to question his decision to join a strange woman with whom he hadn't even shared one full sentence that night. I relished the idea that he was nervous and a little scared of me. My black hair hung freely, framing my face as I bent toward his face and presented the blindfold. I lowered my full lips to his and kissed him hard and with a fiery passion he could feel deep with his groin. My tongue searched out his, tasting the lingering flavor of a martini from an eternity ago. 

I pulled away, smiling inwardly at the smudged red lipstick on his lips. Slipping the red band of leather over his eyes and then behind his head, I could feel his body tense. I knew from our chats that he was living a fantasy he had never experienced; and with all fantasies, there is some fear and panic as they are turned to hot reality. I imagined that at this moment, this stranger was so close to losing it and at the same time so scared he might cry out, that he was in an incredibly delicious tangle of emotions. This thought made me feel even more excited over being in control. I was so hot and wet, and my blood was beating through my veins with such force, I thought I might actually come right there and then pass out! I was more turned on than I had ever been.

Returning to my box, I retrieved a long red feather and a small cat of nine tails. Allowing the feather to gently play with the hairs on his legs gave this man goose bumps from his neck to his ankles. I lead the feather up to his thighs and then bypassed his cock so as to play with the flatness of his stomach and the masculinity of his chest. The feather tickled his sides and added to the already prevalent goose bumps. Just then, I grasped my whip with a little force and brought it down with a sturdy SWACK! His body tightened as a muffled yelp made its way into the room. Small red lines were presenting themselves on his left thigh. I moved the feather, allowing the softness to caress the newly tender skin. I looked up at the ceiling mirrors and could feel myself get even more turned on by our reflections. I took the whip and presented another slap with the strings of leather, enjoying the quickness of the red streaks on his right thigh and then the raised hairs as I caressed again with the feather. 

I took special care to pay attention to the status of his cock. Leading the strings of the whip to his rock hard dick, I watched as his member raised and lowered with muscle contractions as I traced the strings on his sensitive skin. The precum which had beaded up before had sense dried and been replaced several times. His balls were hard and swollen and I just knew they were about ready to burst with so much cum they ached.

I was taking great pleasure in my ability to hold such power over this man. His breathing was hard and fast. His moans were escaping against his will and his dick had been rock hard from the moment I removed his pants. I stood above him again and straddled his naked hips. Raising my skirt enough to allow mobility, I bent my legs. Allowing my soaked pussy lips to gently brush the tip of his sticky cock was almost too much for him to handle. My shaved pussy brushed the soft skin covering the hard dick that was ready to shoot cum out at any moment. I loved holding this power!

I walked over to the nightstand and grabbed a cube of ice from the ice bucket. In a long and graceful motion, I slid the freezing block of water down this man's chest, over his stomach, up one side and down the other of his cock, over his balls, and then trading off and on, I gave his legs and feet the same treatment. I watched as his dick shrunk a bit from the cold shock and then almost as quickly grow hard again. I took the whip and brought it down upon his chest and quickly brought my moist, hot mouth to the red marks. I licked them and then allowed my mouth to lead me to his patch of curls. I could smell the combined musk of our bodies and feel the heat of his desire. 

I sucked on the ice cube for a moment while I caressed his tight and full balls with my long red nails. As I lowered my mouth, I felt my lips being pushed apart by his swollen mushroom tip. At last I felt his precum on my lips and tongue. The taste was very subtle and made me want to suck the real, hot, thick, and tasty cum out of his balls through the hole in the head of his swollen, huge cock. At that moment, I wanted that more than anything else in my life. 

Just then, a light tap on the door made this man tense immediately. I walked over to the door, noting that my visitor was just on time. He was 6' 8" tall with gorgeous blonde hair and blue eyes. We had been friends for many years and occasional "relief lovers" from time to time. He smiled at me, approving with his eyes the leather and heals. I smiled my sexiest smile and motioned for him to enter the room. I knew he could smell the sex in the room and would be eager to add his own to the mix.

Just then, the stranger on the bed made a sound between a whimper and a yell. No doubt he was uneasy and wanting to know what the hell was going on. I felt a bit of the dominatrix-bitch click in and I commanded that he keep still and quiet and all would be revealed when I felt the time was right. Naturally, he did as he was told.

I led my friend over the bed and stood him in front of me as I sat on the edge of the bed. I reached over and removed the blindfold from my new lover and moved a finger to my pursed lips, telling him to be quiet. My friend undid his pants and pushed them down to his knees and moved closer to me. I brought my hands to his ass cheeks and squeezed my nails into the tender flesh, pulling his groin into my face. My mouth opened eagerly as I took his meaty flesh into my mouth. I brought my lips to the base of his dick, being sure to suck his tip just hard enough. I could feel his cock grow inside my mouth and the helmet hit the back of my throat. I moved my mouth away, watching his face as I sucked on his member from the base to the head 3 or 4 times repeatedly. I moved my hands to cup his sack and felt my clit grow and begin to throb as I massaged his nuts and sucked his cock. Now and then I glanced over at the stranger in my hotel bed, noting his rock hard boner and the glazed-over look of pure sexual hunger on his face.

Just as my friend was getting closer and closer to squirting his load down my throat, I pulled away a lay back on the bed, spreading my curvy legs out before him. He smiled down at me and climbed on top, thrusting his cock into my hot, wet, throbbing, aching cunt until the head crashed violently into the back walls of my pussy. A gasp and small yelp escaped my mouth from the shock, the force and the satisfaction of having a dick inside me. I made a conscious effort to look up into the mirrored ceiling and make long eye contact with the man I had just met in person for the first time an hour and a half earlier. Each time I locked eyes with him, I could see his own get wilder with pure lust and that made me thrust my cunt against my friend even more. 

I heard my voice, thick with lust and short of breath to tell my friend to come in me now! I wanted to feel his dick shoot a huge load into my hot and swollen cunt, throbbing and pulsating until every last drop was out of his sack and in me. I wanted to feel his heat and know that his cum was filling every crevice and fold in my pussy and try as I might, I'd never hold it all inside. I wanted to feel his seed drip down the skin of my shaved pussy and make its way slowly to my awaiting ass hole. Just then, I heard a groan from above me and with one final, powerful, painful thrust, I felt cum spray my insides and felt the pulsating cock as it forced every last drop of hot, sticky seed into my overflowing cunt.

He stood and smiled down at me and with a wink he pulled his pants up and silently walked out into the corridor of the hotel, never to be seen by the handcuffed man on the bed again. I smiled to myself as I felt the cum inside me try to escape through my tightened cunt.

I looked up into the mirrors again and caught the sex-filled gaze of the tortured man I brought in to this room. I smiled at him in a very devilish manner. I stood once again, still in my red leather and heels, to straddle his hips. He looked up at me in silence, though his eyes were begging for release. I raised my skirt to my waist, showing him my perfect and bald pussy. He noticed how pink and puckered my lips were and then I saw by his expression, he spotted the white, thick wad, which drenched my lips and inner thighs. I moved my fingers down, parting my lips to expose my swollen and tender clit, which was also covered in cum. I parted my lips even more, showing him my stretched and used pussy gushing with that man's wad. Moving my free hand down and back, I slid 3 of my manicured fingers into my cunt, feeling the cum swim around my fingers as I moved them deeper inside.

Below my parted pussy lips on the bed was a rock hard dick, aching to be put inside my sticky cunt. I watched as a few drops of seed fell down and landed on his cock and bed of curls. I was about to go crazy from wanting to fuck him! I lowered down onto his dick, swallowing him with my gushing, hot, stretched and used snatch. I felt a second rock hard cock in my pussy in less than 10 minutes and I was about to cum right then. 

I felt his dick get even harder as I moved my hips against his. I was so lost, experiencing the smells, squishy sounds and the feeling of his dick pushing someone else's cum deeper into me and out of me that I was taken off guard by his own coming. His body tightened and convulsed almost in a painful manner. He cried out in a glorious release as I felt, once again, cum shoot fiercely into my body. I kept my rhythm going as I rode his cock until he had nothing more to give me and I could hear him begging for mercy. The feel of the two different wads mixing inside me and being pushed deep inside by his dick was such an incredible turn on that I could feel my clit quiver and quake on it own!

I pulled off him, to his relief and moved upward to his face. Knowing his hands were still cuffed to the bed, I took advantage of my obvious power and straddled his face. I looked down at his face as I lowered my cum-dripping, sticky, heady smelling, hot pussy to his mouth. I moved my clit to his lips and when I felt his tongue stick out and poke at it hungrily; I felt my entire body shutter. The thought of his tongue on my twice-soaked clit made me dizzy as I gyrated against his mouth, feeling my body quake and shake and convulse as I came, forcing my drenched cunt all over his face. Knowing how my friend's and his own cum along with my sweet pussy juices were covering his face made me come even harder. As I was finishing one orgasm, I felt my body tense as it prepared to come again. I could hear his muffled, strained breathing from the folds of my lips and I knew that there was a hell of a lot of cum inside my pussy that was definitely pouring out of me, onto his face, into his mouth and making his breathing difficult. 




Fireside Lounge



For a brief moment I wondered if he hated what I was forcing him to do. I wondered if he would be pissed at me when I finally (and I would have to) release him from the bed. Just as I finished that fleeting thought, I heard him moan in pleasure and I knew that not only would he not be pissed, he'd probably be eternally grateful for my services. As my pussy grinding became a slower motion, I looked down at this man's face again. I backed away and off his face, feeling my clit still in the clinches of spasms. The cool room air hit my hot and puffy lips, making the sticky cums dry quicker. I looked at this man and saw his face glazed with cum and pussy juice and knew I'd never see anything more sexy and lustful for as long as I lived. I smiled down at him and he smiled a bewildered and happy grin at me. I reached over and grabbed the keys to the cuffs and undid one hand. I then gave him the other key so he could unlock himself. 

I walked over to the doorway, which led the marble bathroom, paused, and looked back at the man who was now free and standing with weak knees and motioned for him to join me. I turned the hot water on, peeled off my leather and stepped inside the spacious showers. Steam quickly enveloped me and filled the room. When he stepped inside, I could tell he had a resurgence of energy by the way he looked at me. 

This man, who was still a stranger in spite of what just occurred, pushed me back onto the cold, marble bench inside the shower. Water was shooting out of the heads in every direction except toward me. The dark, wavy hair I noticed in the bar was now wet and curls were stuck to his temples and around his ears. I remember thinking how sexy that made him look. He stood before me and pushed my weakened legs apart. Without a word he pulled my legs toward him, positioning my ass on the edge of the bench. I looked up at him, knowing that it was I, this time, with the expression of surprise and slight fear on my face. He moved quickly and before I knew quite what was happening, his hand was thrusting inside my cunt! He was pushing and slamming my pussy with force and with each slam, I felt and heard the cum that was left inside me being forced deeper into me. 

I thought I would surely pass out or hyperventilate at any second. Just then, I felt his hand, doubled into a fist, slam into my pussy and to my horror and ecstasy, I felt my cunt swallow his fist! I could not believe he was fucking me with his fist! My god, it hurt and it was complete heaven at the same time! Again and again I felt his fist slide out and then pound back into me. Finally, when I felt for sure I would die of pleasure, I felt his knuckles rub my G-spot. Just as I started to move with him, he slid his free hand back and slipped one.. two.. (?) fingers into my ass. He fucked me with his fingers slow and steady while he fist fucked my pussy and gave my G-spot a massage like it's never had! I felt my entire body quake and thrust and push into his slams and finally, with an earth-shaking force, I came. My entire body felt this orgasm. I was sure I would not be able to walk normally for weeks and even if I could, I was sure I'd be too weak to even try.

As I sat on the bench with the steam engulfing my naked body, I couldn't help but be amazed that I had gone through with all of this. I left the shower and sat in the Jacuzzi drinking chilled wine, listening to the piped in music and staring into the flames of the fireplace.

I don't know when he left. My guess is soon after he fucked me. I do know that he thoroughly enjoyed himself, on account he bent and kissed me slowly and passionately while I sat a weak and motionless lump on the marble benches in the shower.

I did chat with him a few more times in the chat rooms but we never brought up our night of sexual deviance. I think I prefer it that way. Looking back now, I'm sure I'd convince myself it was all a wild dream if it weren't for two things: 1- a sexy red leather outfit and 2- a shiny black wig. 

Now, a year and a half later, I sit here typing this out for others to read and hopefully enjoy my experience as well. My husband is across the room on his own computer and smiles at me. I have always loved his thick dark wavy hair; especially when it's wet and it curls around his ears and temples. Once in a while, he'll go to our room and pull out an old box and from within, he'll grab a simple black wig and look at me with an evil smile. A fantasy left unspoken and mysterious can be relived over and over again. So, as I end this, I lift the wig to my head, tucking my blonde curls inside and prepare for a little true-life-fantasy!



Fireside Love



I had been sitting there in the baths for some time. Lately, it has been the only place I've been able to relax, gain a bit of peace and quiet. I often dozed in here. On this particular occasion, it seemed that is precisely what had occurred. My hair, waist length was almost always pulled up. I t was this way today. Two cold fingers fell on my shoulders – each moving slowly upwards along my neck. Tiny caresses upon my skin. The hands continued up and began untying my hair as gentle kisses were being well placed on my neck. A tiny flick of his tongue, little nibbles. My lips parted slightly as I exhaled a sigh. He bit down – a low growl scarcely escaping his lips, the touch still delicate, as my hair fell to each side of my body – fan like shapes in the water, just barely hiding my breasts.

I moaned quietly as his lips brushed against my ear.

"Hello my dear."

Not responding, but simply moving forward – more than inviting him to slide into the bath behind me. His clothes hit the floor with a dampened thud. Tiny waves beating against my back, and then his warm body nuzzled up to me. Scooting back as close to him as I was able, I cocked my neck to the side. He gently wrapped my hair around his hand and tugged my head back. Leaning in close he continued pulling my hair and licked the tip of my ears – just enough to make me squirm. His free hand roamed in the water, finger tips darting up my thigh. He barely grazed my lips, quickly trailing up to my stomach - tickled it, only slightly but it made me giggle. Finally he settled on playing with my nipple, which brought another moan to my lips as he pinched firmly. 

I twisted my arm around behind my back and carefully flicked his balls. It made him jump and made me smile. I wrapped my hand ardently around his very solid cock. Then squeezed and felt the tiny pulses of him in my hands. Stroking him very slightly, nails amorously tracing him, he groaned. 

"Not the only one who can tease, love." I faintly whispered as I squeezed him harder.

He reacted by clamping down on my neck – sucking on my skin, pulling my hair harder. He knew exactly how to drive me insane. An elongated sigh escaped my lips. A girl can only take so much teasing before she's wanting. It didn't take much when he was doing what he was. An unwilling twitch passed over my body causing my back to arch. I squeezed his cock again – much harder this time. 

A crackle from the fire startled me and I jumped a little. I stood from the bath and stepped out – walking slowly over to several cushions sitting a length away from the fire. I turned half way to him, still dripping small droplets of water over my skin. A purely seraphic smile crossed my lips, head cocking to one side and an inviting gaze directed to him. 

Sometimes she was just difficult to figure out. She likes being teased, she doesn't. She likes to be in control, she doesn't. Figuring her moods was fairly easy. Like this one, she was playing innocent and some what hard to get, though the reality of it was she wanted me to take control of the game. She wanted that more than most. And the truth of it – I would, eventually, but I liked watching her like this. Wanting so much, being frustrated at me not doing what she wanted right at the instant she wanted. 

Standing, a slight smile, a shrug and wave of my hand, I slowly walked over to her. Tracing a single finger over her ear, I slowly walked around behind her, lowering my lips to her shoulder planting tiny kisses up her neck. Extending my tongue over my lips, I licked the thin line around her ear, sending shivers over her body. I blew a quiet and a slight breath to her ear as I look the lobe in between my teeth, nibbling ever slightly. She squirmed under the tiny bites I was forcing onto her. Reaching my hands around her, I began gently caressing and pinching her nipples – a shallow and sharp inhale from her as I did. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I lifted her, putting my other hand under her knees. I gently lowered myself onto the pillows, cradling her – all the while kissing her gently. Her hands wrapped up around my neck – tongue playfully twirling around mine until she withdrew a slight amount, nipping my bottom lip as she did.

Slowly she squirmed her way off of my lap, sliding gently down my body, her breasts squeezed to enwrap my cock. This caused a moan from me, but to my disappointment – she continued moving down. I could feel her breath flowing delicately over the head of my dick. 

I loved doing this. Him in my mouth, every tiny twitch, watching his breath quicken.

I licked the very tip of his already swollen cock, blew a small breath on it. He shivered and curled his hand into my hair, tugging at it. A tiny moan escaped across my lips as he tugged, a small chill coursing through me. Wrapping my tongue around his head, swirling it, I gently stroked him, occasionally moving my hand to squeeze his balls. I traced a single nail up the length of him and followed it with my tongue. Upon reaching his head, I lowered my lips over his cock, sliding down with ease to take him all in. I held there a moment, slightly pressing my teeth into the bottom of his cock, just barely nibbling before working my lips up his shaft, my tongue still darting all around him as my lips squeezed along his skin.

He guided my head up and down over his cock, gently, but enough to let me know he was in charge of the movements. Eagerly, gobbling all of him in and out of my mouth, I could feel him tensing up. I quickened the pace, ignoring his tugging at my hair. Finally, as I felt him nearing, I slowed down and licked his head. I flashed him a teasing smile and leaned back on my knees, looking up at him with an utterly innocent expression.

I leaned back placing one hand behind me to balance myself, the other hand teasing my own nipple, pinching, pulling for a mere moment. I traced my finger up to my lips, just casually sucking on it before lowering it down, tiny and delicate movements, to my slit. I shivered as I gently began pleasuring myself, my index finger just barely working in and out with my thumb pushing over my clit. Keeping my eyes to him, still an innocent smile, I quickened my own pace, a tremble over my body and a quiet purr.

He growled and quickly shifted up to his knees, pushing me back onto the pillows, a single hand grasping both of my wrists and holding them up over my head. His other hand pushing my thighs apart, two fingers sliding along my slit, then up to his mouth as he sucked the moisture from them, his throbbing cock lingering over me, just barely touching but not entering. I whimpered, looked at him, my eyes betraying my desire, want. His own expression was equally as betraying, a hint of lust. I raised my hips causing him to barely slide into me, he returned the action and slammed his cock inside of me. My head hitting back against the cushions and back arching, struggling to free my hands from his grip, though he pushed harder causing me to cry out, a moan of pure passion and pleasure. 

He continued this pace, drawing his cock almost completely out before slamming back in, my own breaths and moans almost a constant, body greedily moving to meet his at each movement. I could feel him twitching inside of me, I knew he was getting close. Tugging my hands firmly out of his grasp I slid myself away from him.

Sitting up on my knees, I pushed him back and crawled on top of him, slowly lowering myself onto him. Though the motion caught him off-guard he recovered quickly – lifting his head up, his lips and teeth finding one of my nipples, nibbling on it as his delicious prick penetrated me. I finally lowered myself completely and he let out an animalistic groan. 

"Gods!" a gruff and passionate whisper that echoed from him into my ear, as I lifted myself almost completely off – then lowered fiercely down onto him. That was enough to make us even. Slowly bouncing up and down on him, we settled into an ecstatic rhythm. His hands reached up and cupped my ass, forcing me down onto him harder as we both drew closer to our release. I rotated my hips while I impaled myself over his cock, then just stopped, holding him in as deep as I could, rotating ever slight, a deep tremble coursing over my body, visible goose bumps covering my arms and legs, a passionate cry as I lowered myself to kiss him, my orgasm riding strong through me. His hands moved to lift me up again and draw me back down, desperate for his own climax. I complied and continued riding him, his fingers digging into my cheeks and his breaths staggering, I felt his spurts inside of me, causing another small orgasm to pass over me. I continued moving up and down over him until I felt him relax, allowing me to collapse onto his chest, our lips meeting again for a gentle kiss. 

He looked at me and smiled, drawing away from the kiss. "I missed you too love."



Fireside



“Yes…Yes!…YES!”, they screamed into each others’ ears.  The pace of their strokes increased in speed and intensity.  Jessie now gripped the back of Erin’s neck with one hand to hold him to her, the other drawing great diagonal scratches along his ribs.  He pounded and pounded her.  The pain drove him forward.  He could barely hold himself back from the edge.

“I’m coming!”, she moaned throatily into his hair, clutching him.  “Fuck, yeah!”, he agreed, still pumping.  In three more strokes, he exploded inside her.  Her pussy contracted around him as they were lost in the waves of their mutual orgasm.  Time stopped.  She could feel him still emptying himself, the spray bouncing against her walls.  She gloried in the feeling of milking her lover dry almost as much as she enjoyed her own climax.  Erin dropped his head onto her shoulder, and sighed with spent excitement.

“Well, that was worth the wait”, she remarked with a dry smile, stroking the back of his neck and buttocks.  “Thank you.”

“You’re thanking me?  You are amazing, woman.”

“Amazing?  Glad you think so.”  

He rested upon her.  She refused to unlock her legs from his, and he had nowhere to go.

“Are you sure I’m not too heavy?”  Heat of the moment past, he was suddenly all tenderness and concern again.

“No, I like it.  You can stay there forever.  You feel good right where you are.”

He leaned his head down to hers for a kiss.  She tasted herself on his lips.  She licked his lips and tangled briefly with his tongue.  He stroked her cheek.  “I love you.”

“You didn’t have to say that.  I know it doesn’t come that easily.  You don’t have to say it.” She protested quietly.  “Just because I feel the way I do doesn’t mean you have to say it back.”

He looked into her eyes.  The corneas were wet, although no tears spilled over her lashes.  “I said I love you, because that’s how I feel.  It may not be a lifetime commitment.  I can’t say right now what it means, except that…I love you.”  His blue eyes regarded her face.  The corners wrinkled with a smile.  “I love to be with you.”

She lifted off the pillow to give him a sloppy wet kiss, followed by several, more intense ones.  She rolled him to one side keeping their legs together, so that she was on top.  “Now I’ve got you where I want you”, she teased.

“Do you like to ride?”, he asked in a low tone.  His hands traveled her spine as she lay above him.

“As often as I can.”  She contracted her PC muscles.  Erin gasped.  Slowly, she rotated her hips on top of his.  He hardly thought it possible, but his cock began to stir.  He drew her down for a lengthy kiss.

They maneuvered to the head of the bed, laughing at the contortions to keep his erection inside her.  He sat up, back against the headboard.  She sat face to face astride his groin.  She rolled her hips luxuriously.  He groaned and closed his eyes.  Jessie took his face in her hands.  She lifted her hips just enough for the head of his growing cock to find her G spot, and she stayed there, slowly moving back and forth.  He regained his full size quickly.  She held his gaze, memorizing the lines in his face, the exact shade of his eyes, the measure of his soul.  

If the first time had been for pent up sexual tension, this time was a promise.  Jessie swayed her hips steadily, squeezing and releasing him, breathing with his breaths.  She refused to go faster, however he wanted to.  She drew the moments out, right to the end.

“Now.”  Their climax at the same second eclipsed the first.  She defied the urge to close her eyes instead focusing on his face.  His eyes stared into the green depths.  He was lost in her.  She was lost in him.  Tears formed in her eyes again, this time sliding down her cheeks in rivulets.  He looked at her and nodded.  They came together for a full body hug.  When they parted, Erin found tears in his eyes.  He smiled through them.

“So, I guess you do love me, huh?”, she asked.

“Something like that”, he admitted, snuffling.  Normally, he would wipe tears from his cheeks, but not this time.  Not with Jessie.  He had nothing to hide from her.

“Come snuggle with me”, she said simply, rolling off him.  They burrowed under the previously unused covers like rabbits and wrapped themselves around each other for a well-earned rest.

Jessie lay awake for a time, listening to the sounds of her lover as he slept.  Watching the flickering light of the fireplace dance over his skin, she stroked the forearm that lay across her breast.  Her lover.  He truly was, at last.  Her love.