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Phillip & Michelle Ch. 01

By: More_Than_Magic



As told by Phillip...

"Ok, I think it's a left turn here," I say to myself. I turn down a small, pothole-infested side road in the River Oaks district of Houston. 

So, this is the River Oaks? It's nice, kinda expensive. I hope what I have planned impresses her a little, or at least she has fun. I wonder where the Artsy movie theater is? I haven't seen an indie movie... RED LIGHT! I press on the brakes and push the clutch in.

"You know, if she wants to fool around in the car she's going to have a tough time with this stick, but I love this Jetta. Sliver, black interior, nice system, and sticks are fun. Shit. I'm talking to myself. I'm nervous. She's gonna think I'm crazy."

"Okay, it's around here somewhere, damn, missed the turn." I'm still talking to myself. My heart just started beating a little faster after seeing the apartment building. This will be the first time I've met you and I am nervous. I have every right to be, but you have just moved here from New York State, and the Texas posters don't seem excited enough about a Yankee, so I'm going to tap into my good Midwestern/Southern roots and show you around while you don't know anyone else.

"Ok, pep talk time, I have to calm down. I'm shaking. Why am I shaking? Because I'm nervous. Why am I nervous? Because she's probably really experienced. Fuck. Stupid penis. Sometimes I hate thinking with you. I really have to calm down. Stop sign." I ramble, turning around the block.

"Seriously, Phillip. This isn't anything serious. She's older than you. She's a civilized northerner, and that's a good thing. The people down here that don't understand winter are crazy. She's experienced, but she wouldn't have agreed to meet you if she didn't like you. There's no guarantee you'll even connect. Maybe you won't like her. Her pictures sure look great though. And we've hit it off when we talked on the phone." I say to myself, finally getting back under control. Without really having to think, I pull into the parking lot of a reasonably expensive five-story apartment complex. 

"This is kinda nice, I always like nice places. They feel safe, they're close to restaurants and shops. I wish the public transportation was more like Europe or Australia. It's still too hot during the summer though; the fall weather is kind of nice right now though. The water should be warm still."

"I didn't tell her she would need a bathing suit. Ah well, I'm sure she's bound to have one. I need to learn to not surprise women so often. It's a little risky even if it is fun for me. Well, it weeds out the insecure women, and besides, I can't go without getting wet for too long." I hope I make you as wet as my story did. 

"Christ Phillip, she could have just been saying that, it's the Internet. Alright, how do I look?" I rhetorically ask myself aloud, once again showing the insane inner workings of someone who thinks too much.

I say rhetorically because I like how I look. I like my light blue eyes and fair complexion. My blond hair could be cut again soon, but it looks nice grown out. The hair isn't down my neck at all, and my bangs aren't close to being in my eyes. Being out of college a few years gave me the time to get more athletic, although I did take time out for studying. Good grad school interviews had my self-confidence high, although I didn't have any responses yet.

The two flaws I've learned to cope with are my weight and my nose. At 155 pounds, I certainly am not 'built,' but being 6' is nice, and I like how my body looks. The nose, I wouldn't fix, but it is prominent. Not Cyrano prominent, and thank God it isn't hooked. It is kind of similar to Jennifer Grey's, maybe, but there's that small ridge where my glasses set when I was a child. Still, I couldn't recognize myself without it, and nobody's perfect.

"34-D, I wonder if that's her cup size? That's bad. Okay, there's the D building, must be the third floor," I murmur, looking at the directions one last time before putting them in the glove compartment. Stepping out of the car, I check my watch. 

"Eight am, I'm early. Better take the stairs." This is going to be fun. My heart starts to beat quicker again with the excitement of meeting you. You've been nice, fun, playful, and at other times mature and calm. The light exercise up the steps eased my youthful enthusiasm. I check my watch again at the top of the stairs, eight-fifteen. That's better. 

We'll need an early start to get out there, and the car ride will give us a chance to get to know each other better. The place is a little pricey, but I haven't been anyplace new in a while, and this will be worth it. You've agreed, well... insisted, that you help with the gas and food some. What I really hope is that you won't mind sharing the hotel room. I already planned on sleeping on the floor to be a gentleman but I hope that won't be necessary. 

I'm really happy I'm doing this. I have a genuine smile on my face when I knock on the door... and then the door swings open and you smile at me. Your hair is long and curls gently, dark blue eyes smiling as well. Your pale ivory skin looks... healthy.

"Michelle? Wow, you look amazing. I wasn't expecting you to be so attractive. You're even more beautiful than your pictures." I finally say, although I am still staring vapidly at you. 

My senses catch up to me as blood finally starts to return to my brain. "Wait, sorry, what I meant was I was hoping I'd be able to have a normal conversation when you opened the door instead of ogling you like a teenager and sticking my foot in my mouth. You really look stellar."

I stand there a few more minutes. They are seconds really, but when a man looks in the face of a beautiful woman time slows. Your luscious red lips purse, and then slowly open. 

I realize you are trying to say something to me.

"Would you like to come in?"

"Oh yes, sorry. I really hope I can see more of you later on." I say as I cross the threshold. I hope you don't notice how that sounds. Not that it isn't true, I just mean that I hope we could be good friends. 

"Michelle, I hope you don't mind, but you have me absolutely speechless..."

"Well, I hope it doesn't last long or this trip may be a little boring. I told you I'd let you arrange everything so how about letting me in on where we're going?"

I grin and shake my head, "Not 'til we're on the road. We'd better get going."

I look down at the duffle bag by the door doubtfully. It looks kind of small for a woman's luggage. "Are you all packed?"

"That's it," you smile. I grab the bag and you lock the door as we head out to my car. 

"Cute car."

"She's my pride and joy," I joke.

I open the door for you and throw the duffle in the back then get in. As I start the ignition, you hear some music start and exclaim, "Oh, this is one of my favorite songs!"

"But you can't jump the track/We're like cars on a cable/and life's like an hourglass glued to the table/No one can find the rewind button girl/so cradle your head in your hands/And breathe, just breathe."

I look over, incredulous at your deep sexy voice. "You didn't mention you sing."

"I love Anna Nalick. I heard this song for the first time on Grey's Anatomy and had to have the CD. I have done a little singing and voice-overs for commercials."

You seem a little embarrassed and change the subject. "There's only one thing wrong with this car."

"What's that?"

"Stick shift."

"You can't drive stick shift?"

"No, but that's not what I meant."

"Alright," I say with a grin, starting the engine, "as promised here's the general game plan. From Houston we're going to get onto I-10, which will take us to San Antonio in about 3 or 4 hours. There, we can see the Alamo and have lunch. After stretching our legs we'll head north to Austin, and then out into the Hill Country to go to the..." I pause, leaning over to look at a piece of paper, "Hyatt Regency Lost Pines Resort and Spa." 

"We should get there around two hopefully, which is enough time for an inner tube ride down the river. After that, I haven't really planned anything. Nothing for tonight or tomorrow morning."

"So, we're driving that far to go down a river?"

"No, they have plenty of other activities but I think you'll really enjoy the tube ride if you give it a chance. Austin has a great nightlife so we can stop back there and, if you like, San Antonio is known for flamenco and it's river walk. It wouldn't be fair for me to hold you captive and force you to do whatever I want."

Slyly, you turn towards me with a playfully seductive look, suggesting, "And if I do what you want?"

I give a whispered laugh, being caught in my own game. "Well, then I have ideas,"

You flirt back. "I like your plan."

Dodging inner city Houston traffic calms us down. Two or three near collisions in front of us have that kind of a sobering effect. Light conversation helps, and after not too much time we're on the interstate, and the traffic clears to only a few other cars. It dawns on you how different the landscape is from the Northeast.

"It sure is flat here."

"And brown."

"Is there anything else?"

"Nope," I reply, smiling at your realization that not all scenic drives are enjoyable.

I have to go a minute letting the stark landscape seep into your mind.

"So this is desert."

"No, this is farmland. Well, the folk here call it ranching."

"Huh," you quietly notice. Not that I didn't need to be watching the road, but I was paying attention to you enough to notice when you became officially bored by the umpteenth stick that native Texas calls a bush. 

"You're bored, and I don't blame you. Do you what to play a game?"

"Sure,"

"Okay, it's called Padiddle."

"Padiddle?"

"Padiddle. The goal is to spot a car with only one working headlight. When you see a car, you have to tap the roof and say 'Padiddle.'" I say, demonstrating. "The first person to spot ten cars wins."

"What do I win?" you ask, enticed.

"Well, there are two choices I've heard of. The first is the winner gets to kiss the person of their choice. The other way is loser strips. Which way do you want?" I ask coolly.

"Hmm... Seeing as there are only two people in the car, I'll go with the stripping."

"You sure?"

"Positive." You say, glaring at me, "Padiddle."

"What?!!" I am stunned as a beat-up Honda Civic passes by my left side. Playfully, I glare back. "Alright that was luck..."

"Padiddle," you interrupt. 

"Where?" I challenge, whipping my head back to face the road.

"Over there, behind the red," tapping the roof a third time, "Padiddle, blue car with its left light on."

"Cheat."

"Padiddle, you should stop complaining and watch the road," you tease. The competition gets me focused. With four down I can't look across and see your big smile.

"Ha, Padiddle!"

"No, Phillip, that's just glare," you mockingly console. "Padiddle, that car has its headlight out."

You're giggling doesn't amuse me. Normally it would. You have a great laugh, but I'm losing bad.

A few minutes roll by without a car in sight then the traffic picks up as two cars appear on the horizon. We're both squinting, and I lean back, writing them both off. You lean back, too, just a second later. Acting bored, you take time to gloat, asking, "What's the score?"

"Five-nothing," I say darkly, despite the fun I'm having,

"WRONG! Padiddle." you blurt out like a crazed kindergartner. "Siiiix-nothing," adding a drawn out 'zero' with your hands. I'm having trouble holding in my laughter, as I get closer to losing. I don't like losing, but I love challenges, and I give you a love-hate kinda look, as you stretch your back and arms, grinning. 

Thirty minutes pass by and you score three more Padiddles. I make four false calls, one randomly in a failed attempt to avoid a shutout.

"You should be penalized for saying there's a Padiddle when there isn't," you quip. "One more point and you lose. We can restart if you want to..."

"No." I shake my head, slightly resigned to my defeat. 

"Good." You lean over to whisper in my ear, "Padiddle."

"Fuck."

"It's right there, I'll let it go past you."

Sure enough, a rusty brown truck is sitting on the side of the road with one headlight.

"Only once have I ever been in a car where that game actually ended, and it took four hours." I calmly complain.

"Guess it's my lucky day," you giggle, shrugging your shoulders as I slowly shake my head. "You know, you're driving, and you didn't get a single point, so we could do best two out of three."

"No, I'll keep my dignity and accept my punishment, Thank you." I'm genial, albeit red-faced. The car's in fifth gear, and the road is empty again. Switching to cruise control, I slide my left hand into my T-shirt.

"Aren't you going to pull over?"

"No, Michelle." I say as if the dangerous stunt of undressing while driving should be obvious. "I'd like to get to San Antonio as soon as possible. Could you please hold the wheel for a second?"

You lean in to hold the steering wheel steady and I deftly remove my shirt and throw in to the backseat. Just as quickly I take the wheel back as you stare at my chest.

"Having fun?"

"Yes, but that was just your shirt."

My dick gets hard just with the idea of driving naked. I'm nervous, too, but thankful to be wearing sandals. All I can do is smile and keep driving. I pay attention to the road as I use my right hand to unbutton my jeans. 

"This might be a little challenging," I note, as I ease my jeans down only an inch with my right hand. I switch to my left hand, and move them down another inch. 

"Do you want me to take the wheel again?"

"No, I'm alright. You haven't stopped staring. Maybe it's a good thing I lost," I say, turning to look at you. "Wouldn't want to wreck the car."

I switch hands again, and move the jeans down to just under my hips. I'm sitting on the belt loops, and I switch to my left hand, pushing them an inch more. Now you can see my pubic hair and my dick is pushing against my fly. I wish I could have taken my pants off quickly, but it's just hard to do that while sitting and only being able to use one hand at a time. You're squirming a bit at the show, and at least that's enjoyable.

I push with my right hand while lifting my butt up, and the jeans slide down to my knees, but over my boxer shorts, the only thing keeping me covered. You can see me throbbing though. Seductively, as if I intentionally took my jeans off like that, I put both hands on the wheel to let you look longer. 

"Well?" you say, enjoyably impatient at me teasing you.

"Alright,"' is the only thing I say as I lift up again, muscles tensed, and use my left hand to push my shorts off. I sit down and shake my legs to move them completely off. 

"I hope you don't mind me keeping my sandals on."

The air-conditioning makes me shiver and my nipples get hard, but my dick starts to soften. I glance at you agape, and then turn the AC to fan. I shake my head, smiling at you.

"Not at all..." you finally reply.

"Well, I have a full tank of gas, and it's only quarter-till-ten, so I'm probably going to be stuck like this for another two hours. Having fun?"

"Oh, I suspect the fun has only just begun," you say, reaching across the car seat to stroke a rose painted nail down my bare arm. I shiver but from the southerly swelling, you can tell I'm not cold.

A truck horn startles us both and I look up to see a couple girls passing us in a pick-up truck, grinning broadly and clearly woo-hooing even though I can't actually hear them. I am blushing a little and I look over to see you wave and grin back. 

"Not shy are you?" you ask, teasing gently.

"Who? Me? Nah."

"Would it help if I took my clothes off too?" you ask with a grin.

"It might," I respond, sounding hopeful.

"Well, you're going to have to give me a good reason..."

Shit, I am so fucking vulnerable right now. I thought, or at least managed to think despite the intense arousal from being naked in the car. I was getting really hard, ...to focus. I have to focus. I want to cum-GET- GET to San Antonio. Fuck, okay. I have to keep my head straight. Both heads. This is going to be interesting. 

Thousands of similar thoughts race through my head as I actively battle conflicting interests. Really, it's just between sex now, in the car, or sex later, at the resort. I decide to go with two un-stereotypically male decisions. First, I am going to have to think more than one thought at a time, because, second, I am going to wait until the resort. 

But what do I have to offer Michelle? Her breasts look delicious, and my patience is wearing thin. On the other hand, she already has me naked. It is really unfair of her to tease me like this and make me offer more! 

But I am loving every minute of this, the angel on my shoulder tells my devil. I wonder what her pussy looks like. God I want to lick it right now. I just want to lean over and roll my tongue over her warm clit...

FOCUS!!! I am driving! I yell inside my head like a desperate boxer. I am just going to have to play it like it is.

"Well, Michelle, seeing as how I shouldn't take my eyes off the road, or my hands off the wheel, and I'm already naked, I'm not sure what I can offer you. How about I drive the rest of the way naked if you take your clothes off till San Antonio?"

"Well, I was thinking more along the lines of divulging naughty secrets or stories but I suppose that's fair."

You smile over at me and unbuckle your seatbelt. Reaching down, you grasp the edge of the long flowing dress you're wearing and begin to slowly draw it up your legs. I take darting glances over at you as I try to watch both you and the road. The smooth silky white skin of your lower legs comes into view. You pull the dress just up over your knees and stop to smooth your hands over your knees and down your legs, then back up. 

You pull the hem of the dress up just a little further until your delectable thighs are revealed, stopping just short of your panties. Sliding your hands up the inside of your thighs, you sigh. You pull the dress up farther, pausing to reveal your pink lace bikini panties. They complement your skin perfectly. You pull the dress the rest of the way up and off, revealing your large breasts encased in a matching brassiere. 

"Do you like what you see?" you ask. I nod wordlessly so you reach up and back to unhook your brassiere and slide it forward, peeling the cups off those creamy white breasts, revealing large rosy brown areolas and hard nubs. 

"I wish you could suck them right now," you say, reaching up to stroke your fingertips across your nipples and pinch them lightly. You slide your hands down over your rounded tummy into your panties. Lifting your hips, you slide the panties all the way down and off. You reach over to drape them over my dick. 

You reach for the purse between your feet and search around for a minute before bringing something out in a small leather case. You open it and I see you extract a small dark pink bullet vibrator. You twist the end to turn it on and reach over to rub it up my already hard cock and watch me begin to breath a little deeper. You run it up and down a few times before pulling back, spreading your legs and pushing it into your cunt with a moan.

In my mind, the horizon ahead of me turns into your open pussy. Aside from my mind being focused on your body, I stop thinking, and just feel. The seductive hum of the vibe burns my ears and I can hear you breathing heavily as my chest begins to rise in rhythm with your sumptuous body. I wish I had my hand on your vibe. I wish I WAS your vibe, as you slide it in and out of your vagina. I can hear the buzz turn into a louder hum as the smell of your pussy hits my nostrils. I can feel precum begin to drip down onto my leg.



Phillip & Michelle Ch. 01



I run my tongue over my lips, wanting to taste more than just your decadent nipples.

Then the entire car shakes as I unknowingly drift towards the side of the road. The extra vibrations make you squeal. I'm just in shock and swerve the car back into the lane; thankful the road is still empty. I had been staring at you, not the road, and you have the sensibility to pull your vibe out for a second.

"Easy, partner, you okay?" You're smiling, but reassuring in your tone.

"Yeah, sorry." 

"Oh my god, is that what I think it is?"

"What?" I say, looking away from the road again as you start to giggle.

You slide a hand over to my lap. I look down to see you drag your index finger in the white fluid on my waist; realizing what you were surprised about. You, on the other hand, take your lathered finger into your mouth.

"Mmm, oh my God, you did! I can't believe you came!"

"I'm so sorry, it must have happened when I slid the ca-"

"Phillip, it's okay," you say, rubbing your hand reassuringly on my thigh. "You know, I've never done that to a man before."

"It's never happened to me," I say, still blushing hot as my dick softens. I look into your eager eyes with the helpless longing of a man in my position.

"Is there...something I can do for you?" you say, twirling your soft brown hair with your dry fingers.

"You can clean me up then continue." Part of my brain is shocked that I said that at all, much less so easily. Michelle is doing one helluva job corrupting me.

Without speaking, you pluck the majority of the sticky cum off me and lick your fingers clean, adding overdramatic moans of pleasure. Maybe they weren't as played out, I realize, as you switch the vibe back on and slide it into yourself.

The unnoticed first orgasm clears my head a little, and although distracted by your pleasurings, I am better able to keep my eyes on the road. You shake a little every few seconds and I take my right hand under your breasts. Now you're the one looking at me with pathetic longing and I cup your bosom and being to massage it, pinching and stroking your nipples.

"Ungh," you moan, quaking violently in pleasure.

I can feel myself getting hard again, and I release your tits to press down your stomach, sliding my hand through your pubic hair and into your lips. Now isn't the time for teasing each other, and I aggressively begin to finger your clit. You flip the vibe on high and thrust it rapidly into your vagina.

"AAaaiiiIIhh!" You scream in a high pitch as you quickly cum. You pull the vibe out, and it drops to the floor as you push my hand into your wet pussy, pulling me across the car with it. A few desperate thrusts and you collapse. 

I just slide back in my seat and lick my fingers as I ease onto the side of the road.

"We're pulling over?" you ask breathless, but excitedly. Your eyes are open again, and my throbbing cock is the first thing to catch your eye.

I slide my pants up, however, and look to your pouting face, "Unfortunately, Michelle, we're almost to San Antonio." I turn to get your clothes and my shirt out of the backseat. "Time flies where you're having fun I guess." As I return to you in the front, I lean over to give you a long, passionate kiss. 

"Cheer up, we still have the rest of the weekend."

"I need a little something to hold me until the next stop. I'm feeling parched from this desert terrain," you say, sliding your arms up around my neck to pull me in for a long kiss. You brush your lips across mine and slide your tongue into my mouth. You suck on my tongue as I start to slide it out of your mouth. 

I grab your lower lip between my lips and suck as I pull back until our wet lips finally part. We're both breathing a little harder. 

"You sure you want to start driving again right now?" you ask huskily. I have both my hands cupped under your breasts, massaging and kneading. You look a little dazed and I am definitely feeling a little spacey.

You reach down with your right hand to rub the bulge in my pants and I moan, unconsciously squeezing your breasts. You gasp and sigh.

"Please?" you moan, biting your lip. I wish it was my lip you were biting. I slide my hands down to your hips. Should I pull you closer or push you back in your seat?

Your hand feels so good, and I so badly wish I could fuck you right now. I've just met you, and already I'm to this point. I grunt again in anguish as you stare with puppy-dog eyes. Your breasts felt so soft and supple, and your body is so warm. The windows are already fogged, no one would see us but I want to save the big displays for the hotel room. Will you have enough energy? 

As I massage your hips, I start to lose concern over that issue. You more than deserve to be pleasured. With one leg stretched over to the driver's seat, and my other leg between yours, pivoted against the edge of your seat, I lean in to kiss your lips again. Sliding my tongue overtop of yours, I slide one hand to your light bush, and the other to massage your craving nipples.

A slight bit of pressure and your pussy opens for my fingers. My thumb and pinky gather and release your hair as my middle and index fingers soothe your crying clit. My kissing hasn't stopped, and although you open your mouth, I nibble your lip to keep you silent before moving to suck your neck.

As you moan in satisfaction, I slide my fingers into your cunt. The tangy odors are enough to keep my attention. Later today I'll lick you up and down, it is so hard to be slow with you as that primeval part of my brain screams for me to pleasure you.

"Aaaah," you respond as I move my mouth to cup your nipple with my tongue. Sheer mechanics stop me from becoming more connected with you. We can't go into the backseat, and I won't let us spend the night in the car. I want my hard, throbbing cock inside you. I want to lap at your cunt for hours. You'll have to be patient with this quickie. My smooth fingers search you, and rub your labia. My palm massages your clit. The tips of my fingers, you can't see them, but something is touching you in a way that's almost perfect. You almost lose consciousness, and all you can feel are explosions of pleasure from your tits and pussy. 

"Aaah. Fuck meee! Oooh."

I release you. You're flushed, and your body is hot, though I'm a little surprised you haven't started to sweat yet. I spend a little time just hovering over you, watching you pant. I lick my fingers again as a personal appetizer. Your juices are delicious, but your eyes are still closed, and you're still breathing heavy.

"Micheeellle?" I sing to you. 

As a second attempt to get your attention, I give you a peck on the cheek. A broad grin just sweeps across your face and you open your eyes.

"Michelle, we need to get moving. I want to stay here like this too, but we really can't sit on the side of a road forever in Texas. Are you a little better satisfied?"

Sleepily, you nod. 

"Mmm," you add to the verbose description of your relaxation, as you swing your arms up and hold my back. While I continue to posture over you, and enjoy what little hug you are able to give, my thoughts are still about moving forward, after all, I haven't been satisfied yet. If anything, I've only been more teased by my devotionals to your body.

"Michelle, I'm going to get out of the car and wipe the windows down a little, you need to get dressed so we can get moving, okay?"

You give a sigh of compromise, and an "Alright" as I give you one last kiss before getting out of the car through your door, extra careful to not kick you. You are still my focus.

Like waking up on a warm spring morning, you ease your bra on, and notice your dirty battery-operated friend on the floor. You'll have to clean him up at the hotel before you use him again. 

You feel really good, but we both still want more. I'm lucky I left you a little bit desirous, even if you are about to take a nap. It takes you a little while before you find your panties, unfortunately still wet not only from your lubrication, but also with my cum, since they were draped over my dick earlier.

"Fuck, I'll have to go without them. I can get a fresh pair out of my bag later," I hear you mumble, shuffling your dress on as I get back in the car. 

"Michelle, you can sleep for thirty minutes if you want to," I suggest, shifting into first gear.

"Thank you, Phillip," you sincerely reply. I'm astute enough to notice two things as I ease back onto the freeway. First, you eyed me up and down before rolling over, and second, your pink lace panties are in the backseat.



Phillip & Michelle Ch. 02



As told by Michelle...

"Michelle, wake up," I hear you quietly say. Your hand feels good rubbing my ass. To get comfortable, I had slid the seat back, sleeping on my side without a seatbelt. I'm still merrily sedated from the finger-fucking you've given me but the massage is a welcome wake-up. The mutual exhibitionism has left us both feeling very trusting. I would be quite content to let you caress me more.

"Michelle?"

I roll over, happy to see you. It's a little silly, since I was only asleep for about forty-five minutes, and you couldn't have gone anywhere but it also just feels natural. I even had a little dream about you but I won't mention that right now. I'd rather explore our fantasies than talk about them, for the moment.

"We're here."

"Where's here?" I ask, dazed beyond remembering the itinerary.

"The Alamo."

A little surprised by reality, I sit up quickly and pull the seat back to an upright position as you get out of the car.

"Aren't you coming?" you tease from a few yards away. 

The Alamo is a really small building to be so important. It was just a small Spanish mission, and the shot holes from muskets are still on the walls. It was never meant to be a fortress. Still, the Texans defended it in their struggle to win freedom from Mexico before defeating Santa Anna four months later. Almost 200 men were defending the Alamo, and none survived the battle. Not that Texas History was ever my strongpoint in college, but you've told me about it before when we were planning this trip. I am a little impressed as I get out of the car and shut the door.

A soft breeze runs through my pubic hair, tickling my body, and I remember my lack of undergarments. The door, however, locks. Darn key remotes! 

"Phillip? Could you open the trunk? I want to get something out of my bag."

You keep walking towards the site, "Can it wait? We won't be here long."

"It's a surprise for you." I say, trying to seduce you into doing my bidding without sounding concerned.

"Hurry up Michelle, the tour's about to start." I can't decide whether you're just being stubborn, or even a tad insensitive. If I weren't without my panties, though, I suppose I could be accused of over-sensitivity. I'm a big girl though, so instead of fussing more, I hustle up to you to whisper the truth. As if other people could tell my condition, I hustle while holding my legs close together. Was that a little smirk on your face?

"Welcome Everyone to San Antonio. My name is Mitch, and I'll be giving your tour today, let's start by going around the group telling everyone where you're from."

I rush to your side and act normal as I loop my arm through yours.

"Phillip," I whisper, as quietly as possible, "could you please open the trunk real quick?"

"No," you whisper back. "Hi, I'm from Kentucky."

I stop thinking about the cool cross breeze evaporating the heat of my pussy and remember there's a tour. "I'm from Upstate New York."

"Phillip, " back to whispering. "Please? I'm not wearing any panties."

"I know, and no," you whisper back, grinning mischievously.

I'm shocked and I think the little old Asian man behind us overheard me. The group starts moving around the historical building.

The walking, along with the realization that I'll be commando for a while, starts to reheat my hips. 

"You know?" I whisper again. 

"Over one hundred men fought here, including former Tennessee Congressman Davy Crockett and..."

"Why do you think I locked the car doors?" 

I reply to your witticism with a sharp, but hidden pinch to your arm.

"Ow," you quietly whisper back, a little irritated even if you deserve it. "I'm really not into pinching Michelle. Besides, your dress is long enough that no one will know but us."

It takes me a minute before I decide you're right. All I can think of, despite the tragic and noble deaths of American heroes, is my exposed ass and front but no one seems to notice. Towards the end of the twenty-odd minute long tour, which of course ended in the gift shop, I actually get a boost of self-confidence from our little secret.

"Hey Phillip, how do you like me in this cowboy hat?" I ask, posing. I imagine posing for you with just the cowboy hat on, and the pressure in your jeans is noticeable. In fact, it's just the response I was looking for. 

"What about these bandolier rounds?" you ask, wrapping two cheesy belts of fake bullets across your chest while wielding plastic tin guns in Mexican outlaw fashion. 

"I like them," I flirt, sidling towards you. I lean up to your ear and whisper, "you know, I'm not wearing any panties." I ease the bandolier loops off you, and saunter ostentatiously to the counter, picking up a gaudy sombrero on the way. 

"Weel this be all, miss?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Michelle, I can get that."

"No, it's okay, it'll be my treat for you doing this for me." I can tell I have you a little confused again. 

On our way back to the car, you get the door for me and I sit down with an air of control. As we head out to lunch, I decide to remind you again. 

"Phillip, I just want to let you know," I say before leaning over to whisper in your ear with every bit of drama and seduction. "I'm not wearing any panties." 

My lips and tongue glance over your ear. The pressure building in your cock is a bit of a game to me right now, and I think I am earning a high score. 

We spend most of lunch staring at each other at a nice but inexpensive cafe on the river walk. You stroke my calves for the duration with your toes. As we're waiting for the bill, you extend your foot up to my thigh, and I can feel goose bumps start. When we get back to the car, you ask if I want to get anything out of the trunk.

"I'm fine." I reply airily.

"As soon as we get to an area a little less populated, I'll drive naked again as promised." We can both smell the exotic tea brewing under my dress. It's a shame we'll both be brewing longer than we'd like. 

"The road will be littered with highway patrol cars from here to San Antonio, you're going to have to keep your seatbelt on," you say as we settle into the car. 

It sounds a little like a challenge to me. Whatever will we do?

"Okay," I say demurely.

We get back out on the highway. You're busy maneuvering the car as I fiddle with the radio until I find a good station. I start chatting away as if we are taking any old car trip. 

"You'll never guess who I ran into the other day in Austin..."

"Who?" you ask, looking confused. I had said before that I didn't know anyone in Texas.

"Susan Wittig Albert. She writes this sweet little mystery series set in a fictional town called Pecan Springs, Texas. The main character is China Bayles, she owns an herb shop, of course they sell all sorts of other things, but she used to be a lawyer and her husband is a cop who retired early and teaches at a college now. She looks into things for people occasionally and he sort of backs her up from time to time, brings in the muscle." 

I glance over and see you are looking slightly stunned by the babble and have to suppress a grin. I stretch, "Wow, it's turning into a hot day!" I reach down and slowly pull the hem of my skirt up until the fabric stretches across my upper thighs, just shy of my naked pussy. I glance over at you and can see that realization cross your mind.

"Have you ever seen Grey's Anatomy? The television show?" I ask.

You shake your head, looking a little dazed. "I might have caught part of an episode or two. I'm usually busy studying."

"There's four really main characters that start out but there's some others that are very central to the show. Izzy, George and Meredith share a house. Izzy is a gorgeous tall, willowy blond who worked her way through med school as a lingerie model. George is this incredibly sweet and funny guy who is totally in love with Meredith but she has this ability to go out, get drunk and fall into bed with totally inappropriate men. Within the first two shows, she is in bed with the neurosurgeon where she is an intern, we call him McDreamy. To be fair she didn't know he worked at the hospital when she slept with him." You're looking more and more dazed as I take a breath and continue.

"Christina is the Asian babe who is part of this group of four and she is sleeping with a cardiothoracic surgeon. Anyway, currently, Izzy fell in love with a heart transplant surgeon and he has died. Meredith found out McDreamy was married though he'd left his wife because she cheated on him with his best friend so Meredith said buh-bye! Then she slept with George on the re-bound and now they are both getting over that, George with a gorgeous Latina orthopedic surgeon. By the way, the four are surgical interns. My two favorite characters are George and Bailey, Miranda Bailey, she's a short black woman they call the floor Nazi, I think she's chief resident or something. Oh and Christina's surgeon, Burke, is recovering from a gun shot that may cause him to lose the use of his right hand."

You are looking totally dazed now so I switch gears. My voice lowers so that you have to strain to hear me and I slow down.

"There is this constant sexual tension that hums and vibrates whenever McDreamy looks at Meredith. It reminds me of the time I when I was in high school and I locked gazes with this guy I liked. I felt like I'd touched an electric fence. Neither of us could look away. It was a palpable exchange. Every time we were alone together, it was like he was daring me to touch him. I wasn't that brazen back then though. Now, if I wasn't strapped in over here. I'd reach out and touch you..." I reach over and stroke a finger down your arm. "Somewhere other than your arm."

You shudder a little as my fingernail slides down your arm. Emotions slide across your face, one after another; curiosity, lust, happiness, confusion, and a little frustration combined with a lot of comfort. I'm not sure your poor brain can handle sex and a conversation at the same time, but I know you like a challenge.

"You sure are shifting gears a lot. You know, it's still Friday, we might be able to watch Grey's Anatomy together if you're not interested in... other things," you say, conveying your suggestiveness by sliding your left hand down to unbutton your shorts. They're unbuttoned smoothly with only your thumb, giving the palpable impression that they want to be undone and your fly is struggling to not unzip itself. But that's silly, shorts don't think.

You place a hand back on the wheel, and then use your right hand to reach out and hold mine. It feels warm and soothing against my cool upper thigh. You open my hand free of yours to place it flat on my left thigh. You push it down to my knee, then back to the raised hem of my dress, as if ironing my leg. Taking my hand back in yours, you look up from our hands at me with those smart blue eyes.

You stare at me for a second before stating bluntly, "I hope I give you that spark,"

I'm stunned and touched at the same time. You said that without a trace of seduction, almost politely, as if it were a request for permission rather than a bold-faced desire. Without giving me time to reflect, though, you switch conversation topics, talking quickly.

"So what is it about these characters that you like? I mean, why do you like George and Bailey so much even though it's this McDreamy guy and Meredith who have the sexual tension? And what are the interesting shows? Maybe I can look them up. Oh, and I stopped at the restroom before we left, and neither of us is wearing underwear, just so you know," you say, not skipping a beat for that last sentence. 

You let go of my hand to reach back and pull your boxers out of your back pocket. My eyes follow them as they're thrown to the backseat, and with every bit of grace, as if our conversation shouldn't be interrupted for what you just did; you place your right hand back on my thigh, raising your middle finger a bit to stroke my leg inattentively. 

You look from the road back to me with a sweet, kind face. The brief time between now and Austin won't be so uncomfortable.

There is a shift in the atmosphere, a little less teasing and a little more honesty seems called for. I relax into the seat, holding your hand. 

"Well, we're on equal ground for a bit, huh?" I smile over at you. "What do I like about George and Bailey so much, even though McDreamy and Meredith are more the central focus of the show? I love George because he's sweet, kind and funny. He's handsome too. But, the sweet, kind and funny make him a lot more interesting than other characters. I guess that's the point, he has character. 

In the old days they used to refer to actors as leading men/women or character actors/actresses. The character actors were always more interesting to me. They give things color and life."

"Bailey is a tough, strong, intelligent, (kind shines through at times) person. She's just the type of person I admire and strive to be like, a little less on the tough side maybe. Whoever writes for her does a great job of putting things in an interesting way. She's kind of the conscience of the show. I don't think there is anyone else on the show with her integrity. But, she's also human. 

When her husband is on the way to the hospital because she is in labor, she shuts down. George has to help her. And he does. That is a part of the show with the guy who has the unexploded ammunition in his chest, it really was their best two shows. I think it is a pretty emotional show and that appeals to a lot of women."

"So you'd rather watch the show than do... other things?" I look over and see disappointment warring with chivalry on your face. I raise your hand and brush my lips over your knuckles then turn it over to press a kiss into the palm of your hand. 

"No, but let's see what happens. Maybe we could do both. The show is only an hour long. I think that is a good amount of time help us get used to being very close to each other, maybe get a little more comfortable, focusing on something outside us. Maybe we'll see the end of the show, maybe we won't." 

I'm enjoying our relaxed chat but the feel of your fingers brushing my leg, as we hold hands is making me a little warmer. There is a bump in the road and I gasp lightly as it reverberates through me. I bite my lower lip a little. One corner of your mouth turns up as your guess at what just happened. You wonder... and edge the car over a little so the right tire catches the rumble strip along the edge of the road for a few seconds, making the whole car vibrate then pull back fully onto the road and glance over to see the pink suffusing my face. You untangle our hands to brush your fingertips up and down the top of my thigh then reach just a little further over so that your fingers are between my thighs. I pull my legs together, lightly trapping your hand. 

"Watcha gonna do now?" I tease, grinning. Then I gasp once more as I feel your pinky teasing along my pussy lips. I wonder if we are sitting close enough together for me to reciprocate. I reach over and slide my fingers over the bulge in your shorts; it takes just a gentle push for your zipper to slide open. I push the flaps to either side; I don't want the teeth of the zipper in the way. You glance down to see my hand working its way down to cup your balls for a moment and I feel you shudder. 

God, I can't wait to be in a bed with you, completely free to satisfy our every appetite. I lick my lips, kick off my sandals and spread my legs, bringing my right leg up to prop my foot on the dashboard. We share another smile as I lightly brush my fingertips along your erection, slowly teasing you.

You seem somewhat hypnotized by my smooth white hands against your rigid cock. You've been fingering my labia in tune.

My looped fingers stroke up and down your cock as it sits still for me. When I occasionally slide my hand down over your scrotum, initially you tense, but I've been so gentle and so slight in massaging them that it only makes you more comfortable. When I scoot over the seat and put my head on your shoulder, I enter a mind-emptying state of comfort. Your fingers feel warm and press hard against me, perpetually massaging my vulva.

This natural truth serum seems to be working all too well on you.

"I really want to lick your pussy. God, I want to suck your delicious pussy and make you cum. I want to do that all weekend."

I act playfully shocked by the blunt passion in your statement. After all the tempting and teasing, I wasn't expecting such a blunt and immediate response. "Is that all you want?" I inquire coyly.

"No, I want to fuck you in the shower too. I want you to suck my dick before I slide it in you. I want you ride me on the bed, your cunt squeezing my dick to make me cum."

"The more you play with me, the more I want to take you savagely. I want to ram my dick inside you and hold you still while I fuck you with animalistic carnality and passion, moving our bodies around the bed, shifting positions. I want to raise your leg up pointing toward the ceiling so I can lick your ankle while I fuck you. Then I want to roll your body over to hump you like a dog, your body lifted so I can fondle your breasts and finger your clit while I thrust madly inside you."

At first, my hand stills as you talk. I am lost in picturing the scene, the interior of the car disappears for me. My lips part a little. As your fingers gently slide into my pussy to masturbate me, my hand resumes the strokes up and down your dick, which is now lubed with precum. You continue.

"I want to lift your body up and fuck you against the wall. I want you gasping for air at the energy of our passion. I want our connected, entwining bodies to fall on the floor, pressing me deeper inside you. I want you greedy for my cock as we roll around fucking. I want my body chasing after your rocking, twitching orgasm. I'm on top of you, seizing as I shoot my cum a foot deep into your body, screaming and moaning as I transform my dick into a vibrator with the intense shaking. I want you to scream my name as you orgasm, your body pulling hard against my dick, squeezing the life out of it as we echo each other's 'Yes-oh-God-Yes's. Then we collapse, exhausted, and I kiss your neck and shoulders as you kiss me and mine."

I awaken to our energetic bodies, or unconscious hands enacting our mutual desire to please one another. I'm free to be active now about masturbating you and you reciprocate. You push your ring and middle fingers into my hot, wet pussy. As I squeeze against them in pleasure, your index finger begins feverishly clicking my button. I moan with enjoyment that we're able to satisfy each other, if only incompletely, once again. 

My hand wraps around your cock as I stroke you quickly. We're trapped. I lean forward, wanting to suck your cock, wanting to taste it, but with your arm against me to keep your fingers in my cunt, I can't lick your cock without breaking our electrified circuit. The story and the constant texture of your hand on me has me so close to orgasm. You sigh in my ear as my hot breath caresses your dick. 

"Mmmichellllllllle!" I have you on the verge of orgasm. I squeeze as I can feel the internal pumping of your body. 

"Oh Michellllllllllle!"

"Ooooh," I reply quietly, as your hand works my body with the same intensity. I'm close to orgasm, too. Seeing you orgasm would put me over the edge. 

"Don't stop, keep going, baby" you command, unable to control the pitch of your voice.

"Michelllle!" Semen fires out, hitting your nipple, although I wish it had hit mine. Another shot fires onto your bellybutton, then another, which falls back to cover my hand. Your cock keeps ejaculating as my precise stroking turns to shaking as I get closer to orgasm. It's my turn to whine and scream. 

"Mmm... Ooooohh." I release your softening but still erect cock as the pulses quiet. My cum soaked hand presses against your abs and thighs, smearing your cum against you before I wipe my hand against my own thigh and lick my fingers. Your cum tastes so good, but your fingers have all my attention. Your orgasm hasn't stopped them one bit and you're intent on them mimicking our future sexual trysts as accurately as possible.




Phillip & Michelle Ch. 02



"Ooooh." You have me so close. My pussy burns with heat as your fingers twitch inside and outside my body, wet from my juice. 

"Ooooh." I don't have to tell you to work me harder. My hand joins yours, although it doesn't do much except push your hands slightly harder against me, adding much craved pressure to the warmth of passion.

"Ooooo... Phillllliiip! Unh! Ah!" I yell out as I climax, hiccuping ah's and moans as I press my head against your shoulder. The rocking of my body forces your hands free, and you smear my fluid against my abs and thigh before licking it off your hand and wiping it against your leg. 

The car is thick with the smell of sex and we both sit basking in our orgasms, treating the car like a sauna. Austin is in front of us. You turn off on our exit, the state highway leading to our mini vacation. Despite paying attention to your driving, you haven't stopped paying attention to our cuddling, your arm wrapped over my body, your hand on my stomach. When I begin to graze my fingernail atop your wet thigh, your hand slides up to my warm breasts.

Since I'm sitting so close to you, I can't resist leaning in and pressing a kiss to your jaw near your ear. I sit back and lift your arm up and over my head to pull it down in back of me. There's something I have to take care of for you. I can't have you arriving in Austin a mess like this. 

I lean over and tentatively slide just the tip of my tongue over your belly, lapping up the cum that pooled in your bellybutton, tasting the seed that you spilled for me. I hear you gasp a little. I imagine it's the thought as much as the sensation since I haven't gone very far south yet. In fact, I think I'll start at the top and work my way down. 

It's a good thing I'm flexible because trying to sit next to you and lick the cum off your chest without interfering with your driving is taking some of my best yoga moves. I use the broad flat of my tongue in swift strokes so that I can get further south a little quicker. I don't know how long we have. I work down over your abdomen, licking you clean.

I'm down to your groin now and I inhale the scent of you. There's nothing to compare it to, it is uniquely male and uniquely you. I'm ready to devour you but I will try to be gentle. I use all of my tongue to take a long wet swipe down your now semi hard shaft. 

"Michelle," I hear you moan softly. I feel your free hand slide into my hair and begin massaging my scalp gently. I smile with my lips against your shaft and wonder if you can tell. Better get on with my job.

I lick around the base of your shaft, working my tongue in and around to get every last drop of your cum that has pooled there. I suck your shaft into my mouth to rinse it off and feel it grow a bit more as I suck you clean. I don't really want to get you hard again right now since we're so close to our destination but you certainly seem to be coming along. I'd better hurry but first I have to clean your balls. 

I lean further down and angle my mouth back toward you to gently suck them into my mouth, one by one, cleaning them of any residue. I lean back a little and eye the job I've done critically. Did I get every last drop? You're looking very shiny and clean so I lean over and press one kiss to the tip of your cock. I'm looking forward to all the different ways we can think of to enjoy ourselves this weekend. 

I sit back and grin over at you. You're looking a little dazed but very, very happy.

"Michelle, that was amazing. I can't believe how that felt. C'mere." You pull my head over, your hand sliding up from my back to the nape of my neck, and we both lean in for a quick, but passionate kiss.

"I can't believe how much I trusted you either," you say with absolute candor. 

"I wouldn't have let any other woman have my balls in her mouth. That might not sound like the intensely trusting compliment that it is. A man's testes are extremely sensitive, and sucking could have been very painful. Cupping too hard could have been painful enough to ruin the moment. For me to trust you not to hurt me then ... there isn't a good enough analogy."

I smile and snuggle closer.

"Oh wait, hold on Michelle, you almost made me forget." True to form, you did have to hold up your promise. You slide your shorts down past your knees to sit naked for me again. I hold the wheel, smiling without saying anything.

When you gain control of the wheel, I put my head back on your shoulder. I take my eyes off your satisfied cock to sniff your chest and lick your nipple again. I really like the smell of your body. I think you're feeling the same way. Our horniness is abated for the moment. Your chest feels so warm against my face. I begin to pay even more attention to other parts of your body.

Your chest is what's right in front of me. I rub my hand across it. You have just enough chest hair. You're not some furry ape, but you don't have the chest of a boy either. The hair is soft, but it tickles a little. It'll feel wonderful against my nipples when he fucks me tonight, I think to myself. 

"Ow, Michelle." I got you smiling. I can tell from your voice that it didn't hurt that much. 

"Sorry, couldn't resist." I have that sly smirk again, but I told the truth, I just couldn't help pinching your left nipple.

"I like how your hair feels against the side of my body. It's beautiful to look at of course, but the touch is sublime. It's giving the side of my body goose bumps. We're almost there."

"I know Babe."

"As soon as we get checked in, we'll have to get into our bathing suits."

"Really?" I say with a forlorn inflection. 

"Yeah, sorry, I know, " you kiss my hair. I hope you like the smell. You told me how much you like raspberries. "I scheduled this nice tube float on the river. 

It'll be really relaxing, I promise you'll enjoy it." That last part, about enjoying the river, had a sweet touch of seduction I'm happy to hear.

"Alright." I sound happier, but still absent-mindedly content, snuggling against your naked body.

My hands slides down your chest to play with your pubic hair. It's dried a lot now as I rub your lower abs and tickle you with my fingertips. He has a really beautiful cock, I think to myself. I move from playing with your hair to playing with your soft dick. I move back and forth around your lower body, just feeling it in my state of post orgasm comfort. We'll need to be satiated again soon, we're too attracted to each other to resist for too long. Right now though, I'm just keeping my hands busy, inquiring your genitals and body about what they like and what they are. I roll your cock in my fingers, moving it around, testing its resilience.

I fall asleep again for a little while, hand braced against your body. I feel you kiss my head again as I drift off while your drive.

"Michelle?" 

"Baby, I'm sorry. You were so sexy holding my cock while you were asleep." You aren't kidding, I realize with a blush. I woke up holding your now hard penis. Your right hand moves down to un-grasp my hand from your body.

"Sorrrrry Babbbby, " you draw out, "I have to get dressed." 

"Really?" I mourn a little. I move my head up, perched with yearning eyes.

You slide your shorts up and put your shirt on. "Yeah honey. Could you hold the wheel?" I obediently hold the wheel as I watch you press your cock down and pull the fly shut over your hand. I want to cry a little as your cock is eclipsed from my view. You pull your hand out of your shorts and take the wheel again. I lean back into my seat. 

The sadness of the car ride being almost over is suddenly lifted as I remember that our car ride is almost over! It won't be long before I finally have you in that hotel bed. It was kind of silly for me to be all depressed. Those were some pretty intense orgasms in the car. Remembering my dreams while sleeping against you makes me even more happy. 

I look over at you smiling.

"Eager to get out of the car again Michelle?"

"Yes, actually. In fact, I think I don't even need to see you for the rest of the day," I tease.

"Oh is that so? Too bad for you we're still sharing the hotel room."

"Well, maybe I'll have to accept your offer to sleep on the floor, my...pet" I draw a little design with my finger across your chest.

"Hmm, well maybe you could tell me what you were dreaming about when you stroked my dick while you were sleeping." 

I blush red. Did I really do that? I quickly realize that I probably did. It sounds kind of sexy actually. I wonder if you would hump me while I'm asleep tonight. Waking up to your unconscious body working on it's own as my hand did for you... that is a sexy thought.

"Besides Michelle," you continue, breaking my chain of thought, "I told you what I really wanted to do to you. What do you really want to do to me? And please, be descriptive."

"What would I like to do to you?" I repeat your question, a multitude of thoughts race through my brain competing for my attention. 

"Uh huh." You glance over at me with a little smile and see my blush rise up. I sit back and let my eyes rove over your now fully clothed body. 

"I can't decide what would come first," I muse aloud. "I want to undress you, have you lie back on our bed and spend as much time as it takes running my fingertips over every inch of your body while kissing and tasting you as I go, until I know every bit of your body and how it responds to my touch. I also want to run a bubble bath and sit with you, our bodies facing one another, our legs overlapped so that I can take a puff of body wash and draw it across your skin. Run it down your shoulders to your arms, across your chest, down your abdomen, lean forward to reach around you, pressing my breasts to your chest in order to wash your back. Then run it back around to your penis down your legs until I have to lean back to reach your feet. But I also want to have you tied down on the bed with a blindfold on so that you concentrate on just the feel of my touch as I tease your body mercilessly almost to the point of cumming, backing off to keep you close but not quite there until, finally, I let you cum harder than you ever have in your life. 

You look over at me. I can tell you are a little overwhelmed at the intensity of what I've just told you. I wonder a little if I've gone too far but the bulge in your pants isn't any smaller so I take that as a good sign. I'm intent on you and don't notice that we've arrived at our destination.

"Here we are," you say as you pull the car into the courtyard area of a magnificent resort. We're both fully clothed again and I pull a comb out of my bag to run through my hair, hoping I don't look too much like someone who has been engaging in some of the activities we've been up to. I blush a little at the thought that anyone would know what we've been doing. 

I look around at the beautiful buildings and gorgeous landscaping. Tall trees draw the eye up from a central fire pit and landscaped grounds into the welcoming face of plantation reminiscent buildings. 

"Wow, whoever dreamed up this can come do my place next," I say in an awed tone. 

"I'm glad you like it," you say, picking my hand up and kissing my palm then I feel the soft wet tip of your tongue sneak out for a little taste. A little shiver runs down my spine as your action draws my attention back to you. So close to being in a completely private place where neither of us has anything we have to do but pay attention to one another. The rafting sounds fun but it wouldn't be my first choice right now.



Phillip & Michelle Ch. 03



As told by Phillip...

We pull into a parking area and I jump out to run around the car and open your door, giving you my hand to pull you out. You turn and stand. I can't resist the impulse to lean forward and press a quick kiss to your lips. I pull back and smile but you stare at me hungrily and start to lean forward then stop and look around, realizing we're in a very public area. I squeeze your hand and pull you out of the doorway of the car to shut it then quickly grab our bags from the trunk. 

We go through the main entrance. It opens into a spacious room with high ceilings. Everything is in warm tones with leather furniture. We check in, get directions to our room and walk back outside to walk over there. We're finally going to be alone in private, I think a little giddily. I'm a little surprised at the butterflies in my stomach after what we've already shared together.

We arrive at our room and you open the door. We step inside and I drop the bags to the side as the door closes. You're distracted, looking around the room, and gasp as I grab you and push you back against the door to press my body against yours and kiss you very thoroughly. You run your hands up under the sides of my shirt to feel my warm skin as our tongues slide around each other. I slide my mouth off of yours and down to your neck, nuzzling aside your hair to kiss and suck your tender skin. My body pressing harder against yours, as if our clothes would melt away under the force of our passion. 

"Uh, honey?" you say, pushing at me. I open my eyes.

"Mmmm?"

"The drapes on the French doors are open and we are on the first floor."

After turning to see the wide window and the courtyard view, I quickly return to passionately kissing you on your lips and neck. Your eyes close and we both moan in enjoyment over our affections. As my hands continue to massage your covered breasts, you wake up first.

"Phillip!" You say, giggling, "There's a window, stop." You don't really want me to stop, but modesty compels you to prevent things from getting steamier.

"Mmmmf. I...don't..." I reply between firm mouthings against your neck and shoulder, "...want to stop...Michelle."

Tickling you with my tongue makes you giggle a little more as you push my adoring head off you. "Phillip, you could close the blinds." you offer seductively. You see a tinge of sadness in my face from being torn away from you, but I move to the back of the room and shut the blinds.

"As long as you're making me stop," unfortunately I'm going to tease this time, "I might as well ask the concierge if there are any second story rooms we could move to." That doesn't sound like so bad of an idea really. I continue as I move out the room, "and while I'm gone you can get into your bathing suit."

My sly wink and peck on the cheek before I step out of the room aren't enough to stop your mind from swearing as I leave but you know by now that I'm up to something worthwhile and put your bathing suit on in privacy, while I talk to the staff.

*******

I saunter up to a small twiggy girl at the help desk, still drunk from the car ride and your kisses.

"Excuse me, I have a question," I politely ask, getting her attention, "are there any rooms I could exchange mine for that aren't on the first floor?"

"What kind of room do you have sir?"

"A queen sized double."

"Let me check." Her fingers twiddle over the keyboard.

"No, sorry sir."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, in fact, the only second story floors are two suites and some singles."

"Hmm, well, okay."

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No, I should be all right."

In all honesty, I was starting to feel heartsick for the hotel room and my travel partner.

**********

"Well?" you ask, perched on the corner of the bed in your outfit as I open the door. I take long enough staring at your tropical flowered bathing suit that you smile at my distraction.

"Well?" you repeat again, standing up. I can't take my eyes off your legs and skirt. You move up to me as I shut the door, placing your hands on my heaving chest and looking into my eyes.

"Phillip?"

"Oh, sorry. There aren't any rooms we can exchange it to. Most all the rooms are on the ground floor."

"Well then," you perk up, taking your hands off me, "You better get your bathing suit on."

Teasing is probably the only way we can get things done. I move over to my large backpack and bend over, letting you eye my firm ass as I extract my black trunks with white and yellow trim. I take my shirt off first, and then look back to you as I unbutton my shorts. You watch my body like I watch yours, speechless. I drop my pants and step out of them, just as quickly putting my bathing suit on. I turn around to face you as I tie the strings. Still, I have a wonderful ass, something you missed seeing on the drive up.

"You can enjoy my butt later, Michelle, lets get going. Do you have a towel ready?" I extend my hand to help you off the bed. You sat down to watch me, hoping for a longer show. Though you follow my lead again, your thoughts are a few seconds behind. You can't help but squeeze my butt with your near hand as we step out the door. 

"Hey!" I'm surprised but not complaining. You've earned another kiss on the cheek while I return the favor.

"Hey," you echo back before slapping me with your towel playfully.

The trip out to the river is less than romantic. The bus carrying us drives along a gravel road whose integrity only declines as we get closer to our "dock." Granted, I probably would have enjoyed seeing your bouncing breasts, if only my balls weren't being smashed every time. 

Our cowboy guide, a very tan man in his late thirties (maybe younger considering the weathering of the sun) does his best to ensure a pleasant float. He repeats that the water here is spring fed and very clean, and that there isn't anything dangerous in the water as long as we stay in the middle. The water temperature is around 85 (the air temperature being 88) and although we are the only ones on this trip, ten people have gone down the river earlier today. It is just at the end of the season. He will be waiting to pick us up at a bend downstream and we should get there in two hours. He will have towels ready, and a light snack. 

Everything is arranged and up to code, except for the fortunate fact that Texas don't seem to care about life preservers. That is actually a bit of a relief. Especially since I want to go down on this river. 

So, as we stand on the sandy shore before sitting in our yellow inner tubes, we are both a little well shaken, a little sore, and pretty hot. Of course, you are hot from the bathing suit alone as far as I am concerned, but September is fairly warm. Texas summers are as hot as Northern winters are cold, and sitting down in the inner tubes, drifting out into the river, well, it feels like a nice warm bath. 

You dip your hair in the water to cool off, and press your butt into the inner tube to feel the water against it as your toes and fingers lap and luxuriate. It isn't too long before you're well relaxed, even after the sweaty, thrashing bus ride. I'm feeling pretty comfortable, too, and I'd like you to take a second to just feel the sun against your body, and the warm water, as you spin around a little, drifting downstream. I'm not too far away from you, but out of sight and taking my time to relax a little. I bet the sun feels good heating your dark bathing suit. The water on my backside is a little ticklish, though it keeps me from getting too warm. 

Your eyes are closed. After all the kisses and all the orgasms so far, this was a really good decision. 

I think about how wonderful you are... and sexy. Did I forget sexy? A few yards away, my eyes are never off you for too long. Seeing you so comfortable gets me going a little, especially given the silhouette of your body on top of the water. Let's not forget how soothed I'm feeling as well. Without splashing, I kick my feet to move down the river to catch up to you.

And, as if you were psychic to my presence, you open your eyes before I bounce against the side of your float. 

"Hey you," you smile.

"Heeeey Michelle." After gently getting your attention, I pull my legs up to fall inside the inner tube, and spin around playfully as I talk to you.

"I'm really glad you got me to do this."

"I know," I say, flipping my head back to look at you upside down. My playfulness doesn't go unnoticed. 

"Did you want something?"

"You."

"Me?" you ask coyly.

"You."

I go underwater and you feel a hand brush your ass before I appear on the other side of your inner tube, holding on with my head close to yours, no longer distanced by the rim of the float.

"What did you want me for?" 

Did I mention how sexy you are? I wouldn't have pressed the river float so much if I hadn't had something in mind. 

"I want to go down on you." Your eyes light up but your mouth gapes a little.

"I've been wanting to go down on you, on this river, all day, hoping we'd be alone."

"You want to go down on me right now? Here?"

"Yes. Can I?"

"Here, outside?"

"Yes."

"Phillip?"

"Yes." 

"Phillip."

"Yes?"

"No... no, Phillip."

"Yes?" I'm lost in your eyes, and the fantasy of licking your pussy. 

"Phillip, your tube is floating away." You point downstream to my float. I really wasn't able to pay attention, but as I see it ten yards down and gaining distance, I understand and swim off. You're left to stew in my suggestions as you see me swim well and catch up to my inner tube. I surface dive and you see the tube stop and come closer before you see me behind the inner tube, moving back to you. 

I move a little upstream of you, then hold the tube steady before moving up onto the inflatable, belly side down and kicking a little more awkwardly to dock at your legs.

"Sorry, you went and distracted me again."

"It's alright baby." You prop your feet on opposite sides of my head, your feet on my inner tube to hold still.

"I really do want to go down on you."

"Really?" Relaxation and arousal causes our vocabularies to shrink a little.

"Really. I'd love to lick your pussy here. In the open... with the sun." You scoot forward a little more, pulling your cunt more level to my face, and I begin to kiss your legs.

You moan a little in pleasure. 

"Will anyone see us?"

"No baby." I move a little closer, body squeaking against latex, moving to kiss your inner thighs, "We're all alone. Nobody for miles."

You groan, and lean your head back, dipping your scalp into the water. My hair is a little wet and feels soothing to your warm thighs. My hands start rubbing your upper legs and the crotch of your bathing suit and I scoot a little closer, squeaking again. 

"You wanna lick my pussy baby?" you say in that weaken tone of a request more than a command. Your head is still back and your eyes are closed. My little cunt massage over your bathing suit has you sunk in a stupor. You move your whole body closer to mine in offering, your ass on the rim of you inner tube, your feet on my float, resting against my warm shoulders. Your arms are lounging in the water as your head rests on the rim. 

You don't notice me lifting your panties to the side, but your body awakens as my tongue makes its first contact with your lips. You gasp. 

My tongue strokes your labia again. You moan. 

"Oh God! That feels incredible." 

My taste buds are like little beads massaging your vulva.

"Mmmmm." I haven't even really started yet.

My tongue presses against you and you gasp again as I spread you open, holding your legs on top of the floats. You die a little inside at the pleasure. 

"Mmmmmfffff" I reply as I feel you tingle in sensation. 

My tongue strokes your pussy, moving around, searching. 

"Oh God, that feels so good. Oh God." 

"Mmmmffffffff" I moan into you, reminding you how happy I am to do this for you. 

You can tell I love it. You're getting so much attention. All your masturbation was never this good. And you taste good. My tongue is licking you good and I love it. 

"Oooo," you gasp. I found your clit. I make my tongue gentle. I bet nothing has touched your clit so closely. You eke out little gasping whimpers and moans. 

My tongue presses into your clit a little, slowly increasing and decreasing pressure, then speeding up the rhythm. You've blacked out to everything but my tongue on your cunt. I doubt you can think. You're on autopilot. I could ask you to cum, but why bother when I'm going to force you anyway. And you'll cum louder and harder than you have before.

I start licking you up and down now, twitching my tongue against your clit. My muffled statements of personal enjoyment reach your ears, telling you how I feel about you. 

Then my tongue dips into your vagina. Your eyes open in amazement but you don't see. I'm licking your pussy juice out of you, sucking a little, fucking you with my tongue. You're blind with pleasure as you stare at the sky. Your arms grab the inner tube, too weak to grab my head.

As your eyes close, soaking up this new pleasure, my tongue moves back to your clit.

"AH!"

"AH!"

"mmmmmm....mmmm. ....mmm... AH!"

Yeah, I'm working you good baby. My lips are clamped to yours, my nose breezing your pubes as I breathe in and out heavily, going at your clit like crazy. You're going to cum baby. You've started to feel it. You feel those waves of pleasure breaking over your body. It's how you feel when you came on the phone with me. But I'm still going.

"Ah uuummmm Ah mmmmm Philliiiiiiiiip."

"mmmfff!" I reply, reassuring you it's okay. It's the release I'm working for. Your orgasm is building, and I'll release it. This isn't something you can do on your own. I'm stroking my tongue faster against your clit.

Then, as you get close, I move it back deep in your body to suck your juices out like a hot, sweaty, masculine hummingbird. My tongue dips and darts into you. You go limp and moan uncontrollably. God, I love to hear you moan. I'm making you moan, but I'm going to make you scream.

"AAeeHH!" you scream. I hit your clit again, my hands pressing against your hips. Your head lifts up and falls back down against the raft. 

"Ah uh uh!"

"Phillip! Phiiiiiillllllliiiiip!"

You're twitching and tingling all over. It's so intense! 

"Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod Oh GOD OH GOOOOOD!"

Oh, you're so close baby. I just keep licking your cunt for you. You've never cum this hard before. It's okay. It's okay. My muffles are getting louder. It sounds like I'm cumming for you and you just get closer and closer. You're so built up! OH. GOD. My tongue whipping against you, my head rocking into you, my hands pressing against you.

And your dam breaks. 

"Ooooooooooo"

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck, oh!"

Birds fly out of trees on the shore as you scream my name and cum. You shoot pussy juice into my mouth and I don't stop sucking and licking your cunt. You tense and release, moaning and screaming. As long as you orgasm, my mouth doesn't leave you, letting your orgasm fully finish. 

You go limp, moaning and making monosyllabic sounds, exhausted and preparing for all those waves to build up again. You were loud. I release myself from you, and cover you with your panties before rotating around to kiss your exasperated cheeks. 

Your body slumps into your inner tube, like it was when we first tested the waters. You feel amazing. I made you feel amazing. 

I just resituate myself to lie on the tube on my back, butt in the water like yours, and hold your raft with one arm to stay close to you as we finish our ride downstream. 

You regain consciousness and control just as we reach the bus. I dip into my inner tube and pull us over to shore. As we're drying off, drinking the bottled water and bananas (actually you had a banana, I had an orange and a banana), I see your wide happy smile of pleasure that I love so much. The bus ride back is a little less sweaty and bumpy as it's later in the day.

We sit side by side and each little bump causes us to bounce together a little. You're very relaxed from gliding down the river and the very thorough attention I having been paying you. The bus bounces slightly and our hips rub against each other again. I glance over at you and you grin. I catch my breath. I don't know exactly what you are thinking but I can tell what direction it is taking. 

You place a hand over my thigh to slide down the top of my leg and back up inside my swim trunks. I look up the aisle at the guide who took us out to the river but he isn't paying any attention to us. I watch your hand intently as it nears the growing bulge in my shorts. Your hand skims over me then back to squeeze gently. 

You slide your hand up under the edge of my t-shirt, up to the waistband of my shorts and let it sit there a minute. I look up again to make sure we aren't observed. You slide your hand down and give me another gentle, playful squeeze then pull your hand away. I look at you in surprise and make a sound of protest but you lean in and kiss me softly, "almost there."

I glance out the window and understand as we pull onto the road leading to the resort. We're soon dropped off right outside our door. I unlock the door and you slip inside, grabbing your bag and heading for the bathroom.

"I'm going to grab a shower," you say. I grin and start after you but you close the door and turn the lock. You've decided to tease me a little longer. I'm frustrated but I know it will be worth the wait.



Phillip & Michelle Ch. 04



As told by Michelle...

When I'm done in the bathroom I walk out swathed in a big cushy terry cloth robe and towel around my head, smiling brightly, "your turn." You give me a look that says you are a little hurt and a lot confused. I feel guilty for a moment but satisfy myself with how good I'm going to make you feel later. You take your clothes and head into the bathroom. I dress quickly in a rose print sundress and slip on sandals, blow my hair out and add a little make-up. I'm ready when you get out of the shower. 

"Ready for some dinner?" I ask, walking over and wrapping my arms around your waist to give you a kiss. You return the kiss but not quite with the enthusiasm you've shown and I briefly wonder if I've gone too far trying to set up a little anticipation.

"Sure," you reply. 

I grab my purse and we head over to the formal dining room. We're seated quickly and look over the menu silently for a few minutes. I order the trout baked in white wine and you order a chicken dish. When the waiter is gone, I look across the table at you and smile.

"I enjoyed our trip today, down the river. It was very... inspiring."

"I thought you did," you reply. "But I was starting to wonder what you were thinking." 

"I was planning. Thinking about how I could thank you for such an experience."

"Oh really?" You start to smile again. I smile back.

"Really."

"And did you come up with anything?" 

"I might have." I look away out a window and admire the landscaping, leaving you to wonder what I've come up with. Our salads arrive and we make small talk as we eat. Our entrees are served just as we finish. 

As we dig in, I barely pay attention to what I am eating, though it is delicious. I'm too distracted and a little nervous about the first part of my plan. I slide my right foot out of my sandal and stretch my leg out under the table to rest my heel between your legs on the seat of your chair and rub my foot gently across your groin, secure in the knowledge that what I am doing is completely hidden by the tablecloth. Your eyes shoot up to meet mine. I smile and you lick your lips.

"Something wrong with your dinner?" I ask innocently.

"No, how is yours?"

"Delicious," I reply, taking a bite. We resume eating but rather mechanically as both our minds are on what I am doing with my foot under the table. You begin to worry about how you are going to walk out of here but I pull my foot back as we finish our meal. 

The waiter appears immediately, asking if we are interested in dessert or coffee. You look at me but I shake my head. We'll have plenty of chocolate back in the room, or at least, I will.

"Just the check please," you reply. We pay and you follow me closely out of the dining room. We start back to our room but you take my hand and pull me into some shadows to kiss me for a moment, letting me feel how aroused you still are by my play at dinner. I pull back from your passionate kiss, take your hand and lead you. 

The moment we step inside you reach for me but I hold out a hand, holding you at arms length and smile. I walk forward, pushing you gently back towards the bed. "Strip," I say. I turn my back to you to get some items out of my bag and when I turn back you are naked. I smile broadly and let my eyes travel over your body, my eager lover. I point to the middle of the bed. 

"Lie down." You comply and I pick up some silk scarves, moving towards you and lay most of them on the bed but keep one in my hand as I lean toward you. I feel your eyes drift down to admire my cleavage as I lean forward, but I cover your eyes with one scarf. I quickly tie you down on the bed, one scarf at each of your hands and feet, holding you firmly but gently. 

You hear me pop open a can and feel something wet touch your mouth. You lick and taste chocolate. You feel the brush swirl over your chin and down your neck, painting a map down your torso, tickling your abdomen and around your semi-hard erection. I dip into the chocolate syrup again and again, working my way down each leg, and back up your inner thighs, stepping back to survey my work for a moment occasionally. I work my way over your arms too. 

When I'm done, I set my brush and chocolate sauce aside. After a minute or two you hear the rustle of my dress falling to the floor. I lean over the bed and kiss your lips gently then pull the blindfold off your head. Your head is propped up on the pillow and you can lift your head quite a bit higher to look down at the elaborate swirls and patterns painted over your body. 

"Wow... what now?" 

"Now, I lick it off you. A man covered in chocolate, it doesn't get any better than this." I smile down at you. Your eyes are a little bit glazed. They are drinking in my naked body but I can tell your mind is also reeling at the thought of what I'm about to do. The sensation of that cool wet drawing on your skin was wonderful but now my warm wet tongue is going to erase it all. And that will be even better.

I kneel down beside the bed and lick the palm of your left hand with the tip of my tongue. With your arms tied up the way you are, the more sensitive underside of your arms is revealed. I lick delicately at the flesh from your wrist to the crook of your elbow. I hear you groan and look up. Your eyes have slid shut for a moment. I continue my way up your arm to your shoulder but when I reach your shoulder I get up. Your eyes fly open and follow me as I move around the foot of the bed to your other arm and repeat my treatment. I wet your palm and blow gently on it, pressing a kiss into it. 

When I reach your shoulder, this time I don't stop. The tip of my tongue follows the pattern of chocolate painted across your chest. You feel my silky hair pool on your chest as I lean down and turn my head to reach under your chin with my tongue. I stop to kiss you deeply on the mouth, sliding my chocolate-coated tongue against yours to lick the roof of your mouth. Mmmm....

I pull back and zero in on your male nipples. I suck and lick until every bit of chocolate is removed, letting my tongue work in broad, warm, wet strokes across your chest. Then I work my way down your abdomen, drawing closer and closer to your erection. 

"Micheeeelle..." you moan. I can tell I'm getting close to the fever pitch that will make you delirious with pleasure when you cum. I can't wait to watch you cum like that, but there is still work to do. I move around to the foot of the bed. 

I let my tongue lap up the chocolate from your ankle to your knee then stop and do the other leg. I'm working quickly and methodically now. The chocolate was fun but I'm getting worked up myself and want to be closer to you too. I get on the bed between your legs and stroke my tongue across your legs until I reach your erection once more. I stop for a minute to admire it, striped with chocolate as it is, then I lean down to engulf it with my warm, wet mouth and I hear you groan again. Your hips thrust up a little involuntarily. I suck you clean then withdraw. I blow on your cock and you moan loudly again. I make sure I've gotten the chocolate off. Finally, you're ready.

You watch as I straddle your hips now and reach down to guide the tip of your cock into my pussy and slowly lower myself over you. I sigh as you fill me and I close my eyes to enjoy the sensation a moment. I hear you moan as I start to roll my hips. I ride you for a minute that way then lean back to pull the restraints free from around your ankles. I lean forward, my breasts swinging free as I reach out and release your hands.

"Your cock feels so good in me," I say as I untie your hands. Your hips are beginning to rise and fall and you stare at me feverishly, panting hungrily as I lean over your body, bouncing on the bed, making it squeak a little. 

As soon as the scarves loosen, I feel your body hit me. You rose up so quickly it pushed me back. Then I see your face, focused, primal.

I feel your body is tense as you fuck me fiercely. Your hips are pumping hard, spasming as you hold me back. My legs flew up when you pushed me down and one of your arms is holding my left leg up, stretching it and keeping it from buckling as my thighs take the blows from your aggressive fucking. Your other hand is pressed against my shoulder, shoving me into the covers. You're breathing hard, grunting as I pant. Was this what I had in mind? I ask myself. 

"Phillip? Mmf" As soon as I spoke, you dropped my leg and covered my lips with yours, effectively silencing me.

"Mmmm" I moan quietly through your kiss. You feel so good. You're fucking me like a wild dog. 

Your back arches and you fly up, your hips hit me hard as you pound deep into my cunt. You grunt loud Ugh's and your breathing is quick and aggressive. I watch your chest pound, flexing as you ride me hard.

The sensations move me beyond thought. That cock, moving like the piston of a racing engine, grinding into my cunt. I feel it suck my wet juices out, spraying my thighs. The pounding of your hips, your abs moving back and forth, pulling your body into mine as your chest pounds to keep up, is surreal. Your head falls back with closed eyes, snorting and grunting. 

You are out of control. 

My head falls to one side. I moan in time with your fucking. Your pace hastens in response then downshifts into slow driving thrusts. Your cock slides deeper into me. 

The thought It feels soooo goooood slides through my brain before it shuts down, ceding control to my hot cunt. My cunt tells my body to take your cock and rock with your body. 

My eyes glaze over. Every thrust has my throat issuing an echo.

We moan in unison. 

Oh, oh oh oh. It feels so good to finally fuck each other.

We're cumming for each other.

I hear you snap. "Eeeeeeihhhh" 

You hold still for a moment, deep in me and then I feel your hot cum. 

"Aaaahh" You shudder, shaking, your cock shooting into me again and again. 

"Oooo...aaaaaaahh" I squeal and my cunt clamps down on your cock, as my body vibrates with spasmodic rapture. I can't stop moaning but your body is deaf to everything save scent and touch.

You shoot another load of hot cum into me and my cunt sucks it up, pulling your cock into me. You moan with satisfaction to be pulled into me. I feel the cum slide further into my body, then slosh inside as my body releases your cock from it's death grip. You can't stop moaning in pleasure and forcing your cock into me. My sighs of pleasure continue. 

Did it happen so fast? It felt like forever and a blink at the same time. My mind is numb as it starts to shape impressions once again. You're still a wild caveman although my climax pushed me to the limits of pleasure. I start to feel waves of orgasm build again and my brain slows once more.

Then I feel your cock slide out of me. Your humping was so feverish and desperate after you started to cum that you pulled out and I see it sling back with a trail of fluid connecting it to my cunt. You're still hard and I see the eye of your head widen before cum shoots out and up my body to land on my breasts.

Mmm his hot cum on me. You're no longer that sweet, sensitive, seductive Phillip. You've become a beast of lust and instinct. 

You continue to cum more on my body as your legs and hips are slow to realize that we are momentarily post-coitus, still rocking and thrusting as you cum on my stomach and pubic hair. I see reason begin to return to your eyes as you look down at the cum coating my body and you grin.

So warm. I feel so warm. I smell your cum and our sex.

And then your tongue and lips are on my breasts, sucking up all that spilled cum on me. My lips eke out oh's of enjoyment as your sweaty body laps at me, feeding on our pleasure, traveling from my breasts down to my passive, panting cunt. 

As your mouth licks and sucks at my pubic hair, your hands slide under my legs to my butt and you lift me up to lick my vertical cunt. I feel those waves of pleasure hit against my skull again. You feed on my wet pussy like a man at a pie-eating contest.  

"Aaaahhhh" I ache as your head bobs and rolls in the cream pie you've brought to your face. My legs kick a little in twitches of orgasm. I feel what cum you can't pull out, drip deeper into me and my curved spine has me locked in limp satisfaction. 

I begin to orgasm again. 

Now I'm screaming, clutching my breasts as you feed on me, thirsty for our juices. 

"Say may name Michelle. Say it when you cum. Say it when I make you cum," you command me.

"Phiiiiilliiiiiiiiiiip!"

Our cum in all over your face as I orgasm again. I'm breathing hard and fast and you release my cunt from your jaws and lower my hips to the bed. My legs are limp and I flop my arms to the side, palms up, and fingers twitching. 

You smile a wet smile. Your face is softer now. You crawl on top of me and caress my stomach and breasts. I'm too sunken in with pleasure to shudder in any sort of anticipation and you lay on top of me in a slumping hug.

You kiss my neck and I pull your head up with my hands and start licking your face to taste what you tasted. I lick you all over like a lioness. I can tell it feels good to have me lick your face clean and you can tell I'm enjoying it too by the way I'm attentive to every scent of your masculine body. 

Your soaked cock is at my thighs and the licking gets you hard again. I feel it slide against my equally lubed thighs. After I've cleaned you off, we stare at each other, unable to speak but nevertheless communicating a tangible pleasure at being together and mutual adoration. You use a hand to push my legs open a little more and slide your once again firm cock into me. 

My eyes close. Again? I didn't think that was humanly possible. I'm overwhelmed with the sensation of your cock inside me, filling me. Like some sort of drug-induced hypersensitivity, each of us can feel every minutia of your cock against my cunt as you begin to slide back and forth through my body, still not yet satiated for this evening.

I close my eyes as I feel you slide into my swollen pussy. I've already cum a couple times and I'm not sure I can give much more but you're about to prove me wrong. We're gently rocking against each other now, just enjoying the feel of our bodies moving against one another. I can feel your eyes on my face and I look down at you. Your face says you're still hungry. You want more. I reach up and stroke my fingers across your cheeks. You turn your head to kiss my passing fingers. I reach out to press my lips to yours and lick them. 

"Phillip," I sigh, my eyes closing again.

"Yes, baby, yes..." you begin thrusting into me more urgently. 

I draw my breath in then pull my legs up so you are lying between the valley of my thighs and can penetrate even more deeply. 

I feel the tip of your tongue drawing wet designs on my breasts and I suck in my breath as you latch onto my right breast and suck hard each time you start to withdraw your cock from my pussy. You slow down again, stroking ever so slowly out and sliding agonizingly slowly back into my aching cunt. I love the feel of you on top of me. I slide my fingers through your hair and down over your shoulders, slowly stroking every inch of flesh I can reach. 

My hips chase after your retreating cock when you start to slide out and you reach down to hold me where you want me. I whimper, wanting more. You growl and suddenly thrust hard into me. I gasp and you continue your game, now drawing ever so slowly out then slamming into me. I'm quivering, my heart racing, panting now, biting my lip. You can feel how close I am to cumming again and you speed up, hungry to push me over the edge. You can feel your own climax building too. I hear you grunting as you fuck me. 

"God Phillip," I wail. 

"Cum for me baby," you urge through gritted teeth. I moan and you feel my pussy spasm around you. I feel it everywhere, my anus spasming too. You keep humping me as I cum moaning your name, "Phiiilliiiiiiip..." 

Then I feel your hot cum shoot into my pussy again as I slide off the edge of the world... into oblivion as we fall together onto the bed, exhausted.

The whole day had been nothing but erotic pleasure for both of us, and that orgasm was a literal climax for our evening. Words can't express how completely full, comfortable, satisfied, and united with you and your body I am. Barely conscious now, I feel you watching me. I feel you slide your cock out of me and make a little mewl of protest but you just move me onto my side, out of the very wet part of the bed. I shiver and feel you pull the sheets we've pushed off the bed around us to keep us warm.

I'm moving like a puppet for you, both in shifting to my side and in letting you situate us for optimal snuggling.

I feel your chest against my back. Your right hand slides under my arm, cupping my breast, your right leg slides between my thighs. 

We fall asleep quickly, into a deep and restful sleep, hypnotized.

In the morning, we take our time, touching and waking leisurely. We call for room service and feed each other as you tell me about a dream you had. 

" I started dreaming of an alternate reality for us, where we grew up together, running around as kids, being young lovers and maturing together. We bought a house with a small farm in the country, nice green country with hills and trees. It's a warm spring day and we're outside. I'm putting up a few fence-posts in the garden while you're planting spring bulbs and seeds.

It's the afternoon, we had a lovely picnic earlier in the day, with fruit and wine. I took off my shirt to work shortly after lunch, and the digging and hammering to put the posts in has been hard, sweaty labor. Our small garden hasn't been easy work for you either. Although it's surrounded by thick lilac and fruit bushes, you've been on your hands and knees working, your wide womanly hips in the air, bouncing suggestively for me as I work.

You're wearing a wide sun hat and a bright floral sundress. I've been getting steadily aroused, as have you, watching your half-naked hubby strain and work for you. You know me well enough and have caught more than one too many glances toward you to know that I can't resist you much longer.

The wind blows your hat off, fortunately right into my hands. I tease you with it for a kiss, and the kiss builds into a passionate make out session outside. Not wanting to get your clothes dirty, you unbuckle my belt and unbutton my tight jeans, letting me drop my shorts and your panties as you turn around, letting me enjoy the same ass I've been enjoying all day.

You even bend over, spreading your legs open for me to push my cock into your cunt as I lift the dress over your hips, holding you and moving you back and forth, letting your sexy ass bounce against my abs. We're so crazy for each other.

And, as only possible in a dream-reality, we morph into rabbits, chasing and fucking one another in our lush vegetable garden, bouncing and kissing."

I'm touched by your dream. If only life could be so easy. We shower and pack for the ride home in a rosy glow that makes everything around us look so much more attractive. You drop me off at my apartment. You have to be at work that night. We're not sure when, or even if, we'll ever see each other again but it has been a trip to remember.