2 comments/ 12045 views/ 0 favorites In Thoreau's Cabin Ch. 01 By: Balrog Hey! It's MY fantasy, so it can be as unreal as I want. It is very unreal, and while characters are based on women I have known, admired, and lusted after. Obviously none of the following is true. * The morning woke foggy. Tendrils of softness wrapped the trees in the deep forest. Dew dripped off pine needles onto the forest bed, sounding almost as a soft rain. I was snug in my bed, blanket warm against the morning chill. I had just spent my first night in what I called Thoreau's Cabin. It was my retreat: a 10x12 foot Tiny House, as they are known, that I had built in the woods near, but not too near, my main house. It was small, but cozy, with lots of big windows to let in what light filtered through large pine trees. It had a bed, a desk, a chair, and a small area for use as a "kitchen," consisting of a small cabinet hung on the wall that accommodated minimal food and some water in a jug. No electricity. No running water. The bathroom was the nearest tree. Canned Sterno heated water for instant coffee. It was my shelter from loneliness, which might sound odd, but sometimes to escape loneliness, one must seek solitude. I don't know if that was a part of Thoreau's original motivation for building his similar cabin on Walden Pond. All I know is that I felt the need to have such a haven. My marriage had gone stale. My son had grown into teenage surliness. I had grown into being totally alone, and lonely, in my own house. There was a knock at the door. Seven a.m. Who could it be? And more: almost no one knew Thoreau's Cabin was here. Tucked in the woods, it was invisible unless you were practically at the door. And it was my first night in it. Unpainted pine trim still smelled fresh and woody. I wrapped the blanket around me and got up, moving the three steps to the door. Opening the door, I gasped. It was Veronica Wright! A woman I had known in college and dated briefly. Back then, I couldn't stand it that she would only listen to disco music, the Bee Gees and Donna Summer weren't at the top of my list. We didn't last as a couple. But here she was, looking as she had in college. How could that be? She had deep, dark, huge eyes that always looked a little crazed and frantic. That hadn't changed. "Veronica?" I stammered, "Is it you? What are you doing here?" "I wanted to see you," she said simply. "After all these years? Why?" I asked, amazed at many things. "I missed you," she said, and smiled. She was very cute. She had short black hair and a slim, sweet body. She always wore dresses, and today was no exception. A frilly yellow dress, scooped in front to display modest cleavage, full skirt extending below her knees. She might have been wearing petticoats. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked. Well, that was the problem. I had made myself a promise that any woman entering Thoreau's Cabin would get fucked. No exceptions. It was made mostly in humor, because I never expected it to be tested. And now, I had a test. Well, I decided quickly, drinking in her sweet form under the dress, rules are rules. But, visitors had to know beforehand. It wasn't to be rape. "Well, Veronica," I began, "It's like this. House rules are that if you step across the threshold you have to make love to me." "You mean, go to bed with you?" she asked, the slightest smile playing across rich lips. "Yeah. This cabin is my refuge from a lot of bad experiences, and so I made myself a promise that any woman who came inside would have to have sex with me." "So can I come in?" "Do you do this freely, and agree to my rules?" I asked. In answer, she opened the screen door and came in past me. She put her purse on my small writing desk. Her eyes had that slightly crazed look that I remembered well. "Do you remember how we used to make out?" she asked. Boy, did I. I would lie on my bed and pull her on top of me. We would thrash tongues while we dry-humped, me working my hands under her dress to grip her cheeks, moving her by fondling her delightfully tight ass, rubbing her mound on my hard dick. We never fucked, just dry-humped. And she was a screamer. She would lean up from kissing while we moved and scream, her crazy eyes looking at me as if I were actually fucking her. She'd scream, cum, and collapse. Yeah, I remembered. Another reason for our parting was the ribbing I took from my apartment mates, who always seemed to be home whenever we humped in my room. "How could I forget a woman as hot as you?" I smiled. "I came back because we never finished what we started," she said. "We're going to do that now." With that, she pulled her dress over her head and laid it over the back of my desk chair. She was in a bra and bikini panties. Quickly, she cast them off, too, and stood before me naked, and a little abashed, I think. But her body was as sweet as I had imagined. "What about you?" she said. I was wearing a blanket and my whitey tighties. I threw the blanket over the single mattress. I beckoned her, and she crawled under the blanket and pulled it up to her neck, smiling. I dropped my drawers, my cock now hard and pointing out straight. "Come here," she said. I moved up to the head of the bed. She grabbed my cock and, sitting up, licked the underside of it, and then swallowed the whole length in one quick move. Her nose was buried in my pubic hair. She slid her lips up and came off with a pop and looked at me. "I've wanted this for 25 years!" she said, "but no foreplay right now. If you don't stick that in me I'll die!" Not wishing to be responsible for such a dire consequence, I crawled into bed next to her, moving the blanket away so that I could take in the sight of her body. It was exquisite: tight tummy, smooth hips, pert little breasts with taut, erect nipples. Her legs were together, below a sweet little dark trimmed bush. Her hands were on her thighs. She looked at me longingly. "I have to have you now!" she said, and parted her legs, bending at the knees. She reached out to my shoulders and pulled me between her legs. The tip of my cock felt her wet opening. She moved a hand to grasp it and position me to enter her. I thrust forward and buried myself inside her. Her eyes went crazy and she screamed. I pulled back and thrust in, and she screamed again. I set up a rhythm of hard thrusts, pummeling my dick into her warmth. She screamed at every stroke. "Yes! Yes! Yes! This is what I've wanted! Fuck me harder! Harder!" She was loud. I was glad we were deep in the woods. Wanting to oblige, I pushed up on my arms and wrapped her knees outside my elbows, tilting her ass up and giving me deeper penetration and more control. I banged away, balls slapping her ass as my cock filled her cunt. It was an urgent rhythm of hard, rapid thrusts. Her screaming stopped, and she just looked at me wide eyed as I pounded her pussy. She was cumming hard, I could feel her walls squeezing my shaft, and her pussy got even more slippery with juices. "God, I love how you fuck me!" she screamed. Her fingernails raked my back as I loomed above her, her legs against her chest and my hardness pumping in and out. I looked down to see the glistening wetness on my shaft as I pulled out and slammed in. This was an animal fuck. No tenderness, no loving, just hard sex. She came again, screams dying off to an open-mouthed silence, eyes wild, her pussy clamping down. I felt a load begin to bubble up from my balls. It was time for a change of strategy. I rammed in deep and stopped. She looked at me, and I looked deeply into her eyes. I slowly withdrew to where my tip was barely inside. Then I rammed home hard. She screamed and grabbed my ass. I withdrew slowly and rammed again, she pulling me inside with groans and screams. I pulled out slowly and rammed home again. It was time. "This time I'm going to explode," I said, looking into those crazed eyes. "Yes! Yes! Cum in me!" she screamed. Ever so painstakingly slowly I backed out, just the tip between her pussy lips. "Are you ready?" I asked, "Do you want my cum?" Her mouth opened, speechless, her eyes were wide. She gave the barest of nods. Looking into her eyes, I slowly sank my shaft into her, and began spasm after spasm of an intense orgasm, shooting a huge load of sperm as deep into her womb as my cock could reach. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her, gripping me tightly in an embrace. I could feel her breasts against my chest, her legs against me, her pussy clenching my dick and milking my semen. She rocked and rocked her hips, now with little "ahs" with each rock of her hips. We came and came together. Spent, we lay with me on top. I let her legs go and she wrapped them around my waist, holding me inside her with tightened pussy muscles. I kissed her lips gently. Lightly kissed the line of her jaw and her neck. I wanted to bring her down slowly and gently. After a fuck that hard, a little tenderness seemed to be in order. "Mmmm," she purred, "That was worth the wait." "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I certainly did." "Can we sleep?" she said dreamily. "Whatever you want," I said, "I have nothing on the calendar today except to hang out here." She nuzzled in under my arm. We awoke, entwined, two hours later. Her eyes were sleepy at first. "Fuck me again," she whispered. "On your knees," I said. "Mmm," she cooed. She rolled onto her stomach and tucked her knees up to stick her delightful tush into the air. Already hard just from the idea of it, I got on my knees behind her and aimed my dick at her snatch. She reached under to grab me and guide me to her opening. She was still wet from before, and my full length slid into her pussy easily. I began a slow pumping of my hardness in and out of her. "That's so good!" she breathed. Gone were the screams, at least for the moment. I pumped and pumped, slowly building the speed and intensity. We fucked the morning away. After one huge orgasm, I was hard, but far from another explosion. It felt so good just to have my cock sliding in and out of warm, wet pussy. I closed my eyes and thrust, just drinking in the feeling around my dick. The screams came back. "Ahs" and "Ohs" in time with each entry thrust. "My ass! Fuck my ass!" she screamed. I didn't have a lot of experience with the back door, to be honest. But how can I let a lady down? I pulled out and positioned the now-huge, spongy head of my cock at her anus. She felt me and pushed back. My head passed in and she screamed - I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain. "Do you want me out?" I asked, concern in my voice. "No! I want you IN!" And on the "in" she rammed back, sinking my cock up her butt all the way. She screamed again. "Yes! Now fuck my ass!" she growled. I pulled back slowly and sank in slowly. It was so tight. She growled and moved in a faster rhythm, bucking her body back to impale her ass on my throbbing dick. She was fucking me, now. I barely needed to move and my cock was doing long strokes in and out of her. She was screaming, and then silent again, mouth wide as an orgasm ripped through her. Now it was my turn. I pumped her for all she was worth, balls slapping against her pussy as I ground my dick deep into her. I felt it start to well up. "I'm going to cum!" I yelled. "Give it to me! Cum in my ass!" she screamed. With a yell I plunged deep and let loose another huge stream of sperm. I throbbed and throbbed as my seed spurted into her bowels. She ground back against me to get my dick as deep inside her as she could. Her screams died as she looked around at me with crazy eyes and her mouth wide in another orgasm. It was intense again. We collapsed onto our sides, my still-hard cock buried up her behind. We spooned soundless except for our heavier breathing from the exertion. I reached and cupped her breast, fingering her hard nipple. She nuzzled back against me, reaching behind to grab my ass and pull me deeper inside her. "Wow! That was wonderful!" she said. "It certainly was intense," I replied. After too few minutes, she said she had to go. She left me in bed and dressed in my tiny space. "Just one question," I said. "What?" "You look like you did in college. But that was twenty-five years ago. Why is that?" "Foggy mornings can cloud the best vision. Don't think about it. Just be grateful that you had a fantasy fulfilled." And she walked out the door. "Will you come back?" I called after her. But there was no answer. I dozed. For the rest of the day I puttered around my new small home. I had no electricity, no phone, no plumbing to speak of. I filled a gallon jug of water. Candles. A flashlight. Thoreau's Cabin had lots of windows, but I had built it deep in the woods under the cover of big pine trees, so even on a sunny afternoon the light was pleasant, but not bright. A small desk and chair, a small cubby space to store minimal food. I had mounted pegs by the door to hang clothes. A single bed, fitted sheet, two pillows and a soft blanket. The 10x12 space was comfortably full, and contained all that I needed. With evening, I lit two candles against the dark. Chips and hot sauce with some Cabernet made a cooking-free supper. I read by candlelight as I munched. Spring evening sounds came in through open windows. I had no heat, but the night was cool, not cold. A little bit of moonlight filtering through the trees showed ground fog rising on the forest floor. She didn't even knock. She just walked in. Carol. Oh my God! Carol! She had been an object of lust for four years in high school. She owned the perfect hourglass shape, with large, firm breasts and the perfect ass. Jet-black, shoulder-length hair framed deep dark eyes in a perfect oval face. She was drop dead gorgeous, looking like she was about 21, and she had just walked into my cabin. Just walked in. She smiled a radiant smile. "Hello," she said simply. "Carol?" I stammered. "Yes." "What are you doing here?" "I heard you had a new house, and I wanted to give you a housewarming present," she said, taking off her windbreaker and hanging it a peg by the door. She closed the door behind her. She was wearing a navy blue tube top, which fully hugged every curve and tucked up underneath her absolutely killer breasts. Her nipples were erect. Her breasts were to die for. Blue jeans looked as if they had been spray-painted on. Slim hips molded an incredibly shapely ass. "Carol, there's something you need to know," I said. "And what's that?" she asked. "It's my house rule that any woman entering this cabin must make love to me," I said apologetically. "Even if I didn't know that rule before I barged in?" she asked, but there was a twinkle in her eye. "Well," I said, pausing to think, "I should make an exception, since you didn't know beforehand. But you'll have to leave. Put on your jacket and we'll sit on the porch." If I sounded dejected, it's because I was. "But you don't know what I brought you for a housewarming present," she said. "What do you mean?" I asked. She moved across the room and glided into my lap, putting her arms around me. I could feel those magnificent breasts pressing into my chest. I started to get hard. My arm went around her waist, the other to her knee. "Me," she said simply. "What do you mean, 'me'?" I asked. "I knew it was going to be a chilly night, and I wanted to help keep you warm. So here I am: your housewarming present!" With that, she kissed me softly, pulling close. "So you see, I fully intend to abide by your rules." This time, she planted one squarely on me, tongue searching between my lips for my tongue. I responded, growing harder in my jeans. It was a long, soulful kiss. "How warm do you want to keep me?" I asked with a smile. She laughed a laugh that sounded like soft spring rain. She looked deep into my eyes, and hers widened just a bit in mischief as she said a single word: "Hot." She followed that with a dazzling smile, and moved in for another wickedly wonderful kiss. "Can you stay the night?" I asked hopefully. "I don't intend to be done with you before dawn!" she said with a smile that could melt steel. "Carol? Can I ask why? After all these years. I mean, I haven't; seen you since you turned me down for the Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young concert in the summer of '73." I said, truly puzzled. "I really couldn't make that, and you thought I was blowing you off because you'd given me a rose and said you had a crush on me. I was hurt when you didn't call again. Then I got mad." She said, eyes flashing as she remembered the anger. "I never got the chance to do what I wanted to do." "And what was that?" I asked. "Fuck your brains out. That rose was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me. For days I practically had an orgasm every time I looked at it. I wanted you so badly, but you never called!" She almost sounded plaintive. "But why now?" I asked, still puzzled. "Some questions are better left unanswered," she said, and again planted one on me with sweet lips. Her tongue went deep into my mouth, and sparred with mine. I held her head close, and gently rubbed up and down her leg. She massaged my shoulder and held me close. We kissed for a long time. Slowly, I moved my hand up from her leg along her hip to her waist. I could feel her hip bone under my touch. Her breath was beginning to get a little ragged as her excitement built. I wasn't far behind. "Take my breast," she breathed in my ear. I moved my hand to her beautiful breast, cupping it firmly through the tube top. Her nipple was big and hard, poking the elastic fabric. I felt it, cupped underneath her breast, felt the outside, felt between her cleavage. It was wonderful - they were so big, yet so firm. Hooking my finger in her cleavage, I slowly pulled down the tube top, exposing two of the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. I cupped warm flesh. So soft. I took a nipple between my thumb and finger and caressed it first lightly and she giggled though our kiss, then more firmly and she sighed and pressed closer. I spread my hand to hold as much of it as I could. I massaged it. I caressed it. I pulled back from our kisses just to look at them. They were magnificent. I looked deeply into her eyes. She smiled. I cupped one and moved down to kiss her neck. I kissed all along her jaw line and back to her neck. Then slowly, I kissed her shoulder, moved in to lick her collarbone lightly, and then slowly started kissing down her chest, feeling with my lips where her breast began to rise from her chest, then fully kissing breast skin, cupping it with my hand and, for the moment, leaving her nipple alone. But she knew I was headed there, and she held my head as I worked my way down. I circled her aureole with my tongue, feeling its goose bumps. I closed my mouth over her nipple and she gasped and held me tightly. I flicked it with my tongue, tracing its shape with the tip of me. Then I sucked on it hard and she moaned. I opened my mouth and tried to take as much of her tit into my mouth as I could fit, all the while flicking her hard nipple with my tongue. My lips tasted her sweet skin, my nose drank in her smell, and just a trace of perfume from her cleavage. I fancy myself an equal-opportunity boob-kisser. So I slowly worked my way across her cleavage to her other wonderful mound. I was not disappointed, this one being as tasty as the first. She continued to moan softly and breathe heavily. There was a new smell: her musk could faintly be made out amidst the odors of raw wood in my cabin. Evidence that she was, in fact, turned on. I kissed more, and worked below her breasts to kiss her chest, then back to nuzzling those beautiful globes and sucking nipples more. I moved up and planted a deep one on her lips, tonguing her as deeply as I could reach. In Thoreau's Cabin Ch. 01 Withdrawing my tongue for safety, I stood up with Carol in my arms and deposited her gently onto the bed. On her back, her breasts pointed up proudly, the tube top around her waist. I lay down beside her, snaking my arm underneath her neck. She smiled, eyes sparkling. "You have no idea how long I idolized you," I said. "Four years of high school and you were the Perfect Woman. And I didn't even know you, but I was sure that you were just as beautiful on the inside as you were on the outside." "And how beautiful was that?" she asked with a laugh. "I thought you were the most beautiful woman God ever put on the planet," I said, nodding assuredly. "Then why did it take you until senior year to ask me out?" she said. "Waay too shy. Waay too intimidated," I said, now shaking my head. It was intoxicating to hold her so close, to press gently against her thigh. "Too bad," she said, "I guess I'll have to show you what you missed." "Would it have been anything other than a miss?" I asked doubtfully. "You mean, would we have made it together as a couple?" she asked in return. "Yeah." She looked into my eyes for a long time. "From my perspective," she said softly, taking my face in her hands, "Yes, we would have." She pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply. My arm held her neck close, and my free hand returned to caress a breast. Her nipple erected and aureole got goose bumps under my delicate touch. She giggled. "Ooh! That tickles!" "I'll be firmer," I said, and rolled her nipple a little more firmly between my thumb and finger. "Yes," she sighed, "That's really nice." We resumed kissing. I gently kneaded one breast, then the other. I felt all the curves and spaces of her chest. She held me gently, and then slowly, her hand moved down my chest, down my stomach, and felt for my now-raging erection. Her hand slowly glided up and down it through my jeans. "Mmm," she said softly, "That feels nice." "Carol," I said, "My forever fantasy was to really make love to you - not a fast fuck, but slowly, tenderly, lovingly. Can we do that?" I gazed into those beautiful eyes that had not lost their sparkle. "That sounds wonderful," she smiled. "After all, we have all night, and I don't think I'll let you sleep. But if it takes time, that's all the more exciting. Then make love to me, love me with all your heart and body." With that, she hugged me close and kissed me deeply. I responded with my own tongue, holding her close in return. Our hands wandered each other's bodies. Slow, long strokes down curvy hips. Moving the tube top out of the way. With a short disruption, she pulled it over her head. I smoothed her shoulder-length black hair and pulled her to me again. Without the elastic top, I had free access to caress her tummy. And what a delightful one it was. Firm, smooth, and melding itself into every other curve. I am a tummy aficionado, and hers was among the best. I gave her soft caresses and the occasional sticking of my finger into her belly button, which would break our kisses as she laughed. Her hands massaged my back and shoulders, and trailed down my hip. Coming back, she slowly stroked my penis through my jeans, a few long, slow strokes before moving her hand up my belly and chest. I caressed the inside of her thigh, moving slowly up her jeans to cup her pussy. She moaned and arched her back to tell me she liked it. She wore no belt when I moved to take her jeans off. They unbuttoned easily, and I slowly worked the zipper down. Do you remember how erotic the sound of a zipper unzipping can be? This certainly was. I was unzipping the pants of a fantasy woman, on the way to making love to her. I spread the jeans and just caressed her lower belly. Her skin felt so cool, smooth, and sweet. I could feel the tops of her bikini panties. Working my fingers underneath the elastic, I felt a little patch of fur. Moving lower, I rounded the corner of her mound and cupped her pussy with my hand. Once again, she moaned and arched and my hand moved further. I could feel wet pussy lips beneath my fingers. We kissed and kissed and I rubbed between her lips, now getting a finger between them, now bending that finger and inserting it deep within her. She gasped, and slowly started to rock against my hand, masturbating herself on my digit. My palm was up against her clit, and I felt it become erect. I gently applied pressure to it as I finger-fucked her. Her breath quickened and her rhythm increased. I felt her hand reach for my cock. She stroked it a few times, and then her hand moved up to my belt. She quickly unclasped it, and then opened the top button of my jeans. Once again, the eroticism of the slow sound of zipper teeth parting surrounded us in my tiny cabin. Do you remember how, with somewhat tight jeans, the loosening of their tightness as the zipper came down felt so erotic, too? The anticipation that soon fingers would wrap around warm skin? That's what it was. Fingers grasping the zipper pull. Fingers slowly, ever so slowly pulling it down. That sound. The release of fabric against legs, hips, and hardon. Fingers moving the jeans aside, and grasping cock through underwear. And then - glory - fingers moving underneath underwear elastic and finding hard flesh and exploring it, a little tentatively at first. The shaft. The head. Feeling all around the head: its tip, the edges, underneath the head. Then fingers moving down and encircling the shaft, grasping it firmly and squeezing just for a moment. Then moving further down to feel pubic hair and the base of the shaft. Then down farther to gently take balls between fingers and just feel them, learn their shape, feel the sac. Then fingers return to the shaft, wrap around them, squeeze tightly, and begin to stroke in earnest. At first a slow rhythm, but then speeding to exactly match the rhythm of fingers in pussy. A mutual hand job. Lips locked in deep kisses, breathing labored in excitement. I broke the kiss and looked down at her. "May I take off your jeans?" She giggled. "Polite of you to ask," she said, "I was wondering if you were ever going to get around to it!" "All in due time, beautiful lady. I am rather enjoying myself." She looked at me deeply. "Me, too." I knelt and took her jeans at her ankles and pulled. She arched to let them slide off her ass, and with a quick pull I held them. Dropping them on the floor at the foot of the bed, I reached for her panties and with one quick pull, had them off, too. I gazed at the most beautiful naked body I could have ever imagined. My shirt came over my head, and I stood up and dropped my jeans and underwear. I stood naked over the bed, my cock sticking straight out, and up, I was so hard. "Under the blanket," I said, and I pulled it out from underneath and laid it gently over her. I slid in next to her. "Now, where were we?" I moved my arm under her neck again and pulled her to me in a deep kiss. My other arm held her shoulder as I just moved in close, feeling her breasts against my chest. She put a leg over my hip and pulled close. I could feel every curve of her body against me. We kissed and kissed this way. Reveling in just the touch of our bodies. My hardon poked her belly, and I gently stroked it against smooth skin. She pulled back. "While we're asking permission, may I kiss your cock?" "I would be most grateful were you to do that," I replied. She actually licked her lips as she looked at me and smiled. I rolled onto my back (almost rolling off the single bed!), and she moved down, the blanket on her back. She gently stroked my cock with her fingers, looking at it close up. Her tongue flicked out and licked the shaft lightly. Then she moved closer and gave a forceful lick of the shaft from the base to the head with the full width of her tongue. She repeated this several times, each one soliciting a gasp from her victim. Then, grasping the shaft at the base, she held it up vertically and lowered her lips around the head, and sliding her lips down the shaft just a little. She came up for air, and repeated this: lips engulfing the head, followed by a slow move down the shaft. Each time, she moved a little farther, taking more of my meat into her mouth. Once deep inside her mouth, her cheeks collapsed as she sucked, and I could feel the flesh of her mouth and tongue all along my length. It was incredible. She came up and licked around my head, and took me inside her mouth again. She moved her hair out of the way so I could watch. It was such a sight to see my hardness disappear into her mouth. She came up for air panting. "You taste good!" she exclaimed. "We aim to please," I said. "We do, too" she said, with a wicked smile. Then she moved up and rubbed her nipple up the underside of my cock. The feeling was electric. She rubbed the flesh of first one breast, then the other up and down my cock. Then each nipple. She started at the tip and dragged a nipple down the length of my shaft, and would follow her breast with her mouth, taking me all the way down her throat, her lips against my pubic hair. Then she'd come up, the other nipple tracing the length of my dick from bottom to top, then top to bottom followed by her luscious lips and mouth. "Much more of that," I gasped, "And I'll explode!" I could feel the load bubbling up. "I don't think so," she said simply, and moved up, straddling me with one leg on the floor. "Move to the center." I scotched to the middle of the bed, and she followed on top of me, pulling her leg up onto the mattress. I looked at her straddling me, breasts hanging beautifully, hair framing her beautiful face, eyes shining in the candlelight. "You are so beautiful," I said. "I was right to love you so much then." "What about now?" she said softly. "Yes, now too." She tilted her head just a little in a way that was totally appealing. "Then would you please aim and please?" She said, and her laughter lifted the world. "I would be most honored," I said. My cock was at her entrance. I could feel the wetness of her lips. Slowly, lusciously slowly, I pushed my head between her lips and began to shove deep inside her womanness. She arched her neck, head going back, and sighed. "I want to feel every inch," she said, "I want you to fill me slowly so I can feel every moment, every bit." How could I do anything else? The universe seemed to slow, as I concentrated on feeling only my cock making its way into her warmth. Slowly I penetrated, each moment bringing a new feeling of warm enfolding, a slight friction, but a sense of welcoming, as if I had always meant to be there. I pulled her head down close and we hugged, my cock still ever so slowly moving in. It felt like an eternity, but finally, I was fully inside. "That feels so good," she said, smiling that radiant smile. "Now, it's my turn." With that, she slowly started to rock back and forth, moving me in and out about half way. But it was the intensity of the feeling with which she did it. This was no mere rocking. It was done with purpose, with soul. I hugged her shoulders as she moved her hips. The feeling of my cock entering deep. Leaving part way, reentering all the way. Leaving, entering. In a slow delicious rhythm. It wasn't stimulating enough to make me feel like cumming. That urge from her sucking and breast work had abated. Now, all I wanted to do was keep slowly rocking all night long. I said as much. "I told you I wouldn't let you sleep," she laughed in response. "But I won't be on top all night! At some point it will be up to you to restrain yourself!" She kept up the slow rocking, and planted light, sweet kisses all over my face. We rocked and rocked for what seemed like hours. I kept looking at her perfect body in the candlelight. Her hair hanging down and sometimes tickling my chest. I would reach and cup her breasts, and leaning up, kiss them and suck her nipples. But while that made her breath ragged, I couldn't get her to speed her rhythm. "Oh, yes! I'm going to cum!" she said. And with that, a huge shudder ran through her from head to toes. Her head dropped to my chest, and I could feel her pussy grip my cock in spasms of pleasure. "Oh my God, that was intense!" she gasped. "I think it's time for me to be on top," I said. We looked around, and without a word decided that the bed was too narrow for a two-person roll. She sighed and lifted off me. I moved to the side and she lay next to me on her back. As I rolled to my side, she spread her legs in the most inviting gesture I could possibly imagine. Her arms came out as she beckoned me to mount her. I moved between those lovely legs, pushed up, arms extended, looking down at her lovely body. Her hand took my hardness and positioned it. I moved forward slightly, and my head entered her once again. Looking deeply into her eyes, I ever-so-slowly penetrated her, once again my cock moving in at almost painful slowness. But instead, it was a blissful slowness, as we each savored the feeling of hard dick sinking into wet pussy. Her feet hooked the back of my knees as her legs spread wide. Her hands settled on either side of my waist. Finally, I was buried to the hilt. It felt so good to be so deep. I withdrew about half way, and then slowly sank in again. Withdrew, and sank. The same slow rhythm as before. In and out. In and out. Slowly, lovingly, tenderly. Wanting to feel every sensation. Wanting time to stop. Having it feel as if time had slowed. Her eyes closed. She pulled me close. "I'm cumming again," she whispered in my ear, and nipped my earlobe as another shudder wracked her entire body and she moaned. I hugged her hard, feeling her breasts against my chest, poked by firm, erect nipples. I gave her a full body rub now as I rocked, moving our bodies together, feeling more beyond just genitals rubbing. That full body contact plus the warmth surrounding my cock brought me towards climax. "Carol," I whispered in return, "I'm going to have to cum soon. This is just too exciting." "Yes, please," she smiled in reply, "I'm ready for you to do that. Give me a little warning so I can cum with you." We rocked together. Now she was responding even a little more, rocking her hips in rhythm with my thrusts with a little more energy, as if to encourage me. It didn't take long. "I'm just about there," I whispered, "You feel so good to me. It feels so good to make love to you." "Then show me your love," she said, hugging me tightly, "Give me all the love you have pent up in that wonderful cock. Shoot it in me! I'm cumming!" She arched her back and moaned, which took me over the top as my cock gushed deep inside her womb. I had a vision of making a baby, my sperm uniting with her egg, and that just intensified my orgasm. We moaned and moaned and writhed in each other's arms, me pumping load after load of cum, she taking it and milking me for every drop. Our eyes were shut, and we concentrated on just feeling each other's bodies rub, feeling my cock buried inside her, feeling the hot sperm spread itself in her womb. We slowly came down from the peak, sweaty even in the cool night air in the cabin, and panting from the last bit of exertion. She held my face and kissed me all over my cheeks and forehead. She finished by planting a big wet one on the end of my nose. We both laughed. "That, my beautiful lady, was the most wonderful thing I have ever experienced in all my years," I said, looking in her eyes and smiling. "I'll bet you say that to all the girls." "No," I said, suddenly serious. "Never before. Probably never again. I never thought making love could be so beautiful." "The night's young," she said with that wicked smile, "Should I take that as a challenge?" This was fun. To be continued... In Thoreau's Cabin Ch. 02 We'll pick up roughly where we left off. Thoreau's Cabin is the author's version of Thoreau's original 12x16 foot cabin on Walden Pond. This one was deep in the woods, and 10x12. As it turns out, interesting things happen in the fog. I wish I had the cabin, not to mention these imaginary experiences. ... We slowly came down from the peak, sweaty even in the cool night air in the cabin, and panting from the last bit of exertion. She held my face and kissed me all over my cheeks and forehead. She finished by planting a big wet one on the end of my nose. We both laughed. "That, my beautiful lady, was the most wonderful thing I have ever experienced in all my years," I said, looking in her eyes and smiling. "I'll bet you say that to all the girls." "No," I said, suddenly serious. "Never before. Probably never again. I never thought making love could be so beautiful." "The night's young," she said with that wicked smile, "Should I take that as a challenge?" "Wow," I said articulately, "If you wish, I would be most grateful. But what about you? My fantasy extends to driving you crazy with pleasure." "Mmm," she hugged me close, "Sounds wonderful to me. What did you have in mind?" "Did you know that I can wiggle my ears?" I said. "And so?" she looked puzzled. "Do you think they would tickle your thighs?" This time, it was my turn to smile wickedly. "It would seem that there's only one way to find out," she said, "And I am very curious." Wasting no time, I began to slide down from my position on top of her, kissing her lips, her neck, her collarbone, and down her chest. I paused for a considerable period of time to kiss and suck her beautiful breasts, causing her nipples to erect as I licked each and blew cool air. Then, I would take as much of each breast into my mouth as I could and suck hard. She would arch her back when I did. Then, ever so slowly now, I moved down her tummy, licking a line with just the point of my tongue until I found her navel. I kissed her navel wetly and she laughed. I did too, and came up for air to look into her beautiful dark brown eyes. "God, you're beautiful," I said. "No talking. Keep kissing," she breathed with a smile. And so I did. Kissing softly down her tummy until I encountered her trimmed bush. There, I buried my nose in the smell of our prior lovemaking. It was a heavy, musky smell. It was wonderful. I moved down further, and lifted her legs over my shoulders, my face before her luscious pussy. It glistened with wetness. I pressed her thighs against my ears and wiggled. She laughed hard. So did I. "It DOES tickle!" she laughed. "Not like this," I said, as I moved forward and licked her outer lips. "No," she sighed, "Not like that at all." She settled in and her pussy moved against my mouth, pressing my lips against her labia. I kissed and sucked and ate her. Sticking my tongue as deep into her as I could to fuck her with my mouth. Licking the length of her opening. Moving up, finally, to kiss and suck her clit hard. That took her over the top, and she cried out in orgasm, pressing her pussy against my face as her abdomen shuddered in spasms of climax. She came down slowly. I just kept my mouth gently pressed against her pussy lips. "Come here," she beckoned, reaching to me with outstretched arms. "Do you want more of this?" I asked. "I'd be happy to continue this way." "Maybe later, " she said, "But not right now." I climbed up and settled between her legs. She tucked her ankles behind my knees and held me close. I was hard again, my cock resting at her entrance. "Come inside me," she whispered in my ear, "I need to feel you inside me." Slowly, I felt myself slide in as I gently moved forward. I felt each inch become enveloped in wet warmth. Finally, I bottomed out, my cock fully buried in this beautiful woman. "I can't believe how good it feels to be inside you," I said, lifting slightly to look deep into her eyes. "I love the way you fill me up," she replied, looking deeply into mine, "I love the feel of your hardness, of its head stretching me. And then when you're buried deep, it feels totally wonderful. Will you do something for me?" "Yes, anything," considering where I was, I could hardly say no. "Make love to me with long, slow strokes," she said, "Let me move against you as you do. Keep it long and slow no matter what." It sounded good to me. So I pulled back and almost all the way out, and then moved back in slowly. She pushed against me as I entered and pulled away as I pulled back. We set up a long, slow rhythm of slow, full thrusts. Each time, my cock would come almost all the way out, until only the tip of my head remained inside. Then, I would move forward against her and bury myself inside her all the way. Back and forth, in and out, forward and back. The nice thing was that I had to really concentrate on what I was doing. I had to concentrate on the feeling and make sure I didn't come all the way out and spoil the rhythm. She took me by each side of my waist and helped control my movements. The feeling of her hands taking me was exciting. I pushed up and looked down at her. I watched her breasts jiggle just a little as she moved, watched the muscles of her tummy as she tightened down on me with her pussy when I was inside. I looked at her beautiful face, and she smiled at me. We made love like this seemingly for hours. Rocking back and forth, slowly. Ever so slowly. She wrapped her legs around my waist and moved her hands to my butt, pulling me deeper inside on each in-thrust. Our previous lovemaking had left me able to go forever, it seemed. I tried to speed up my thrusts. "No, no, no," she admonished, "I said slowly, remember?" "OK," I replied, "I'm just trying to please my lady." "Oh, but you are pleasing her," she said, "As a matter of fact, take this!" And with that she moaned in climax, not breaking our rhythm, but accentuating it. Her pussy muscled clamped hard on my dick, but her juices increased and she was more slippery. I kept up our slow, full thrusting. She hugged me hard to her, and I could feel her erect nipples and full, firm breasts pressed against my chest. Even hugging hard, she kept up her hip movements against my thrusts, our tummies rubbing and my thoroughly-delighted cock moving in and out. We loved the night away, tightly entwined Over a little more time, I could feel a load of sperm readying itself. "I'm getting ready to cum inside you, beautiful lady," I said, stroking her hair as we still lay close, me on top. "Then do it," she whispered in my ear, "I want to feel it!" That was enough for me. I felt it bubble up from somewhere deep - not my balls, but somewhere far deeper. I moved forward and buried my cock as deeply as I could imagine and then it came. The feeling was of giving: giving her my very essence, my being, my soul. Leaving my body in spurt after spurt of essence. Holding her tight and cumming seemingly forever. She, for her part, hugging me close and taking, wanting, taking all of it into her. She understood that this was no mere jackoff, no mere mutual masturbation. She took and took and whispered "Yes, yes, yes," with each spasm of my cock. I imagined my cock inside her, filling her up. I tried to imagine what it felt like for her: what did cock feel like? Did my orgasm really feel hot inside her? Could she feel me - that is, my being, my essence - inside her? I looked at her face, and it was as if she had melted. Her face had a softness I hadn't yet seen. Her eyes closed, a soft, satisfied smile, looking totally relaxed and comfortable. She opened her eyes and saw me looking. She raised her head enough to softly clamp her lips on mine in a deep, wonderful, romantic, sexy kiss while she still moved her pelvis in our slow rhythm, milking my hardness for every last bit. Wow. What a lover. More than that, she had won my heart. "I think I love you," I said, looking at her. Our motions quieted, and we lay in each other's arms. She smiled, but the smile was tinged with sadness around her eyes. "That's a sweet thing to say," she said. "It's true. In high school, I always fantasized about who you were, what you were like as a person. When we dated, I got to know you a little bit, and liked what I saw. Now, I find that you're an extraordinary, sweet, wonderful lover. How could I not fall in love with you?" She laughed lightly, and caressed my face with her hand. "You are sweet. High school was a long time ago." "Too long?" I asked, now nervous about her reluctance to declare any reciprocal feelings. "You don't understand, do you?" she asked. "Understand what?" I was confused. "I'm from the mist," she said, "We all are. And we can't stay." "I don't understand," now I was really confused. "Why do I look this way so long after high school?" she said, "Don't you think it's a little odd?" "I guess I hadn't thought about it much, I was so grateful just to have you." I said, mulling over what she'd told me. "We come out of the fog, and out of your memories," she said, "But we can't stay." "Would you like to stay?" I asked. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I think I would," she said, "But it's not within my power." She hugged me hard and nuzzled into my neck. "Will I ever see you again?" I asked. "I don't know," she said, crying, "This whole thing is beyond my understanding, too. All I know is that I'm here, and that I have enjoyed being here and making love to you very much." "I'll never forget you, Carol," I said, looking into her eyes. I could sense it was her time to go. "I know," she said, "Thank you for everything. Thank you for being so sweet." She made a move to go. We untangled and she stood naked before me. She was so beautiful. "Must you leave now?" I asked, finding it a little difficult to see, and a little difficult to talk. "I'm afraid so," she said. A bird chirped, the first bird of the morning. "Aha!" she exclaimed triumphantly, "As I said, I didn't finish with you until morning!" She gave me the most radiant smile I could imagine. Then quickly donning her clothes, she paused at the door. "Hold onto your memories, and look forward to foggy mornings." With that, she was gone. I cried myself to sleep. My heart felt to be in a million pieces. To have had something so precious, for so little time, broke my heart. I had no idea when I awoke. But instantly I knew why. Cindy was at the foot of my bed, looking at me with one of her smiles. I looked out the window to see the fog in the forest. My watch said I'd dozed for a couple hours. Cindy was a firecracker. I had jumped into her car one night my senior year of high school when my friends and I were "cruising" and we'd pulled up to her big blue Buick at a red light. I climbed in the passenger side and said, "You just picked me up!" She had replied "Good!" and we had proceeded to her house, where she proved to be the most phenomenal, sexiest kisser I have ever known. Tiny, she wasn't more than five feet tall, with black hair to her waist and huge dark brown eyes. She was pretty much flat-chested, but with a delightful ass, and a smile that could light Chicago. She was incredibly sexy. I remember sitting on her family room floor, face to face, Indian style, and leaning forward to take her in my arms. She had an incredibly aggressive tongue, which attacked my mouth in a full, flat way that let you know that you were being kissed. We kissed for hours, and I was quite content to only kiss. We dated some after that, and we were co-emcees of the high school talent show. For it, she curled her long hair into ringlets that made her look even sexier. I would sit on a chair backstage in my tux, she would sit on my lap, and she would use that incredible tongue to attack my mouth. We almost missed cues because we didn't want to stop necking. She would press against me on stage when we were both out there, and I'd put an arm around her shoulder. Then, an act would go on and we'd go backstage and resume smooching. God, that girl could kiss. I couldn't help but imagine what that tongue would do to my dick, but I never learned. My friends gave me too hard a time about her, and I dropped her. Stupid. And now, here she was. In Thoreau's Cabin. And she looked like she was barely out of high school. The same big brown eyes, the same luscious lips. "Cindy?" I asked. "Hi," she chirped. "Cindy, you can't be in here," I said. "Why not?" she looked puzzled. "Because it's a house rule that any woman who enters this cabin must make love to me," I said. "Oh," she said simply, "On one condition." "What's that?" "That I can suck you off first, for as long as I want," she said with a grin. With that, she quickly peeled off her clothes and literally jumped onto the bed, landing on her knees, giggling. She pulled down the blanket and surveyed my naked body. Then, she reached and took the shaft of my now hardening cock in her hand. Moving her long hair out of the way with her other hand, she licked me firmly with the flat of her tongue. I was instantly completely hard. This was going to be a heck of a ride. "Mmm," she said to my cock, "Do you know how long I've wanted to do this to you, big fella?" And she clamped her lips around my head and sucked hard, tickling the underside of me with light flicks of that tongue. She came up and smiled at me. "This is going to be fun!" She set upon ministering to my member with a reckless abandon, taking me all the way down her throat and slowly coming off, then slowly taking it all, then slowly coming up. She would come off and lick my length with that tongue, swirl it around my head, and then take me deep again. Suddenly, she would pump her face up and down my length rapidly, humming a little and swirling a little. She would come off and tell me that she loved finally getting to suck my cock, and she'd resume. She had a sixth sense that when she felt me close to exploding she would come off, and just gently hold my erection in her hand, and slowly slide her hand up and down my shaft. The stroking wasn't enough to make me cum, and I would calm down enough for her to sense it and then swallow me whole in one move, resuming sucking my length, cheeks compressing around my flesh. She was an expert. I had a total dick buzz. I had never gotten head like that. I should have expected that from her kissing, but it was still a surprise when I felt her mouth on my shaft. She brought me to the edge several times and let it recede. When she would stroke me, she would look at me and smile. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was in complete control. Once again, she mouth-fucked me hard, with fast up-and-down strokes of her mouth, lips clamped on my hot flesh. She came off. "This time, all the way!" she said, and resumed the fast strokes. It didn't take long, it was such a magnificent blow job. She altered her technique just a little to use the flat of her tongue to stroke the underside of my cock at its most sensitive place. Long strokes, a little slower now, with tongue pressed against cock. It was way too much for me. I arched my back and exploded into her mouth. I saw stars as I kept pumping her mouth full of sperm. I felt like it would never end. It finally did, and I felt completely spent. "Mmm," she said, lapping up and down my shaft with that tongue, "I've waited so long for that! It was delicious!" She kept running her tongue up and down my shaft. "Think you can keep it hard?" She grinned wickedly, stroking me. "I don't know," I groaned. "I don't think so." "Well, you're just going to have to try," she said, and she moved up and straddled me. Aiming my dick at her entrance, she lowered onto me to the hilt. "God, your cock feels good!" she exclaimed, and she began riding me hard, raising and lowering herself onto my still-hardness, long strokes of her pussy clamping around me. She put her hands on my shoulders, and ground me into her as deeply as she could, closing her eyes and showing extreme concentration for her fucking. I just lay there, letting her fuck away. It felt extremely good. Her strokes were short, but I was buried deep, and moving forward, our pubic bones rubbed and stimulated her clit as we made love. Then, she resumed the long strokes, with a fast, hard rhythm that showed just how much she wanted hard fucking. I took her by the waist and pummeled her down on my cock, raised her up, and pummeled her down again. After the blow job, I wasn't going to cum again for a long time, if at all, which seemed fine with her. She took all the cock I could give her, and kept coming for more, meeting my thrusts with her own. This was magnificent sex. Hard fucking of two people out just to enjoy each other's bodies and passion. She came hard, shuddering and stopping her thrusts as I kept pumping in and out of her pussy. She bent and mashed my lips with hers, her tongue driving into my mouth to spar with mine. Then, the waves receding, she resumed her thrusts and sat up to impale herself time after time on my erection. Another climax shook her, and again we mashed mouths. And then she resumed fucking me, holding me deep inside and rubbing pubic bones again. This brought her off again quickly, and we mashed. I was starting to feel a load form. "I think I'm going to cum," I said as we bounced on the bed. I couldn't believe it when my words made her actually fuck me even harder! I didn't know it was possible. "Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!" she said, over and over in time with our thrusts, our wild fucking. I did. I came hard, shoving my dick as far into her as I could and screaming with the release of jets of hot sperm. I lifted her off the bed with my body, she ramming down to take me even deeper, and shuddering with a huge climax, moaning in time with my spasms as she felt my cock expand with each spurt of jism. I kept her off the bed, my back arching as I poured my load into her. She ground her pussy around me, and I could feel her walls clamping down on me to take every drop of my essence. Finally, we collapsed in a sweaty heap, my still-hard cock inside her slippery wetness. She hugged me hard and buried her face in my neck. "That was intense," she murmured, "I loved it!" She nestled in, vagina nestling on my cock, too, with gentle little settling motions. I stroked her long hair and held her. A little chilly, I pulled the blanket over us. Almost instantly, we were fast asleep. I don't know when I awoke, but it was to the feeling of warm pussy gently massaging a hard dick, and lips delicately kissing my chest. I was being fucked awake. I took her head in my hands and pulled her up to kiss me. We kissed with only lips. I couldn't remember ever kissing her without tongues involved. They were gentle kisses. "I woke up with you still inside me," she said between kisses, "And you were hard." "What do you expect, when such a sexy woman makes love to me the way you do?" I said, smiling. "So I figured out a way to wake you up!" and she laughed. "The most pleasant wake-up call I've ever received," I said, now fully hard and reciprocating with strokes of my own. We fucked gently for a few minutes. "Will you lie on top of me and fuck me hard?" she asked. "I would be delighted," I replied. We disengaged only momentarily for her to take a position in the middle of my small single bed, legs spread to receive me. I moved on top of her and she reached between us, taking me by the base of my shaft. She guided me to her opening and I sank in with one smooth thrust. "Yeah," she said as I slid in, "Now fuck me!" With that, she started bucking her hips to fuck me. How could I fail to reciprocate? We banged away as hard as we could, bellies slapping together on the in-thrust, my balls slapping against her ass. Away we went. After a couple minutes, she came hard, hugging me close while I continued to bang her. I was nowhere close to cumming. But I was getting a little out of breath. Our sweat made the slapping together of our bodies louder and crisper. She was back at it again quickly, meeting my thrusts, my cock pounding in and out of her with long strokes. In Thoreau's Cabin Ch. 02 She was so little. I raised up on my arms and looked down to see her mostly flat chest, but incredible washboard abs flexing with out motion. I watched my cock sink and emerge from her pussy, watched her body move with mine. It was an incredible turn on. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she pulled me deep with her ankles. She was so small, my cock looked so huge impaling her, thick meat spreading her glistening pussy lips. Away we went, fucking the morning gone. We'd slow a little now and then to rest, then resume rampant humping. I couldn't believe that I could stay so hard so long without cumming, but on the other hand, this was a very sexy fuck I was receiving. I put her legs up and placed her ankles on my shoulders so I could get even deeper. The view was incredible as I looked down, the gleaming wet skin of my cock as it plunged in and out. We fucked and fucked and fucked. She would moan and come, huge shudders wracking her body as I continued to pound her cunt. I slowed a bit to give her long strokes of my rod, pulling out nearly all the way, and then thrusting in to the hilt. She matched my movements and we kept thrusting, loving, fucking, screwing. Finally, I felt a load begin to rise. "I'm going to cum!" I breathed, being rather out of breath. "Yes! Yes! Give it to me!" She yelled, and increased the rhythm of her thrusts. I responded, and we rammed each other a while longer, then I rammed in as deep as I could and spouted sperm into her hot pussy, my dick feeling huge, its head feeling like it would explode as I spurt what felt like gallons of jism. She came, too, hugging me hard and whimpering in time with my spurts, thrusting against my fully-buried meat. My whole body tingled. We came down slowly, with deep kisses and luscious tongues. God, she could kiss. Oh man, she could fuck. We were soaked with sweat. We kept hugging, me on top, until I had to move off her and take the weight off my arms. "That was incredible!" I said. "Do you feel better?" Cindy asked. "You know about what happened?" I asked, puzzled. Did she know about Carol? "I know I needed to make you feel good," she replied, "I didn't need to know why." "And now you have to leave," it was a statement, not a question. She nodded, looking a little sad. "Who's next?" I asked, although I was in no shape to perform that way again soon. "Who knows?" She said, getting up and beginning to pull on her clothes. "Maybe I'll come back!" she said with a grin. "I would love that," I said, "but not right away. You wore me out." "Oh," she cooed, "poor baby!" With that, she leaned over the bed and kissed me one last time, that magnificent tongue dredging my mouth. And then she was gone. The spring day was warm and relatively quiet. The stream outside Thoreau's Cabin babbled lightly, supplying a soft background noise to the woods. It was completely restful. I napped for a good bit of the afternoon (can you blame me?). I left the cabin and went out for supper, a light quesadilla and a Diet Coke from a good local joint. I brought back some tortilla chips and salsa as a snack, along with a second Diet Coke, finally making it back to my snug 10x12 cabin after dark. The day had cooled considerably into night, the air chill, but with that lovely spring smell that inhabits deep woods. I thought about what had been happening to me. Women out of my past - all women I had dated and admired, and had crushes on, were coming out of the mist and entering my cabin to have delightful sex with me. They all looked like they had when they were twenty, but this was 30 years later. How was it possible? It wasn't a line of thought I wanted to pursue too hard, lest I break the spell. This was fun. The night cooled, and the spring ground fog rose. Moonlight filtered through the pines. There was a soft knock at the door. When I opened it, there stood Marty. Marty! Marty had developed a crush on me my junior year. She and I had swum together in her backyard pool. She looked delightful in a bikini - just the right amount of curves, but still with a little of the coltish awkwardness of puberty. In other words, very sexy in an innocent sort of way. Her eyes connected directly to her heart - you could always tell what she was feeling by looking at her eyes. With me back then, it had too often been hurt, because of something I would say or do that was insensitive. Now, her eyes looked...expectant? Cautious? Even wary. But she still had that innocent sexiness. She looked to be in her early twenties, a loose white sweatshirt and tight jeans. She looked really innocent, but really good. Oh, great. Now what do I do? More on the way.