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Rebounding

By: morris40



Carina had a broad face with a pleasant smile. I noticed her name stenciled on the front of her T-shirt. She probably had Scandinavian grandparents with her blond hair and full breasts. She would have looked good in a dress that showed cleavage, but she also had the muscle to portage a canoe.

I wouldn't have been daydreaming about her if my former girlfriend hadn't backed out of our camping trip at the last minute. She finally realized that a canoe trip in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area did not include daily clean sheets and hot tubs. My plans for a week of pristine lakes, dazzling sunsets and lots of sex in northern Minnesota had turned into a solo canoe trip with a good digital camera and a few paperback books.

Carina's simple question broke the thread of my daydreaming.

"Do you want me to check your equipment?" She asked, oblivious of the possible double entendre. 

"That won't be necessary, if you know what I'm packing." I replied, trying not to be too obvious about the private joke.

"I didn't do the packing." She said, without taking the bait. "You can trust Mike, but I won't." 

There was obviously a back story there. But she wasn't in the mood to tell me about it.

"Remember to use the propane stove for all you're cooking. It's a park service regulation."

"OK" I replied nicely enough, but I was barely listening to her go through the formalities of rules and regulations. I pretended that she was telling me about her sexual fantasies, which made the obligatory conversation go by quickly.

"This is a lot of gear for one person. Can you carry it all?"

"The original plans were for two. You want to come?"

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wished that I could have sucked them back in. My love life -- or lack of it -- was not her concern. It was one thing to idly daydream and another to be boorish.

She had the most tactful of all possible responses. She ignored me.

"You'll have to plan a route with fewer portages. It'll take you a couple of trips to carry all of this stuff. Are you experienced?"

Was she experienced? That was the question I asked myself, but I chose the response that wouldn't get me in further trouble. 

"Yes. I've canoed the BWCA a number of times, included a couple of times solo. I'll spend the first night near the Gull Lake portage." 

I pointed to a spot on the map that I had used a couple of times in the past. 

"I've seen moose swimming across the lake at this point. I'd like to get some photos with my new camera. If it rains, I'll just read the books that I brought along. Thanks for asking." 

Satisfied that I was going to be able to take care of myself, she gave me a receipt for the remainder of my bill and helped me to carry the bulging Duluth packs down to the canoe. It was early afternoon by the time that I launched, but my first campsite was only a couple hours of easy paddling across the lake.

After I had set up camp and unpacked my gear, I began to wish that I'd taken her advice and checked the gear before I left. The cook stove and the propane tanks were in the pack, but the propane tanks were nearly empty. If I used them for cooking, they would be empty in one to two days. I would either have to go back to get full tanks or cook over an open fire to save the propane for rainy days. I made my decision quickly. I collected some dry branches from farther back in the forest and made a fire on a large flat rock that I could wash clean when I broke camp the next day.

It was well after dusk when I saw her coming across the lake. I turned on a flashlight as a signal, but I think she could have found me in the dark. She landed her canoe and pulled it up on shore before I could lend her a hand. She wore the same green T-shirt and khaki shorts that she had on earlier when she helped me pick up my gear at the outfitters.

"I see you found a solution to the empty propane tanks. You made the fire small and hidden to avoid attracting the ranger's attention. No fire hazard. It looks like you can take care of yourself."

I acknowledged the compliment with a nod. I was a bit confused about why she had come. She had figured out that the propane tanks in my gear were empty when she found the full tanks in the back room and no empty tanks in the used gear that had been turned in that day. That still didn't explain why she had come. No one in their right mind paddles across the lake at night to drop off propane tanks. Paddling at night is not all that dangerous. It just was something that you didn't do except in an emergency -- and my propane tanks were only an inconvenience.

"You're not going to paddle back in the dark, are you?" I asked.

"I wasn't planning on it. I intend to take a dip in the lake to clean up and then where I sleep is up to you. I brought my own sleeping bag but I hope I don't need it."

The boldness of her proposal took my breath away. Before I could answer, she had dropped her shorts and pulled off her top. She stood in front of me in a sensible bra and cotton panties. She seemed intent to finish undressing as I spoke.

"You're kidding?" I replied, but I hoped she wasn't. "These lakes never get warm and the sun has gone down. You'll freeze."

She paused for a moment to consider my warnings and then she reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. She leaned forward slightly with her arms outstretched as her bra slid off her shoulders and down her arms. Her young breasts bounced with her movements. She looked at me with her sweet smile as she continued to undress. With a smooth stooping motion, she pushed her panties below her knees and then stood up straight as they floated down her legs to her ankles. The soft tufts of hair above her pubes almost glowed in the lingering twilight. The effect of her nakedness on me was not lost on her. She appeared to be enjoying my discomfort.

I had been propositioned a couple of times in my life, but those women had been drunk. I was not bad looking. I had played baseball at a small college. I knew how to take care of myself in the wilderness, but that skill had just lost me a girlfriend who liked hot showers before sex. Here was this beautiful stranger who promised a night of sex in exchange for a quick dip in ice water. I would never get another chance this easy.

"Don't worry about the water. You won't get so cold that I can't warm you up."

That was all the encouragement that I needed. I nearly ripped my cloths off. She just stood there watching me undress. Then we were standing naked only a few inches apart. We had still not touched. No awkward moments slipping my arm around her shoulder in a movie theater. No trying to get her aroused by touching her breast through her blouse. There we were - naked.

Leaning forward ever so slightly, she brushed her nipples against my chest. This was the real thing. I had gotten lucky. I pulled her into me until her breasts flattened out on my chest. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. She offered no resistance as my tongue slipped over her lips. I would have gone down on her right then but she pushed me away gently. Giving my cock a playful squeeze, she turned and walked into the water. 

When the water was around her waist, she crouched down and began laughing hysterically. I had followed her into the water and let out a whoop as the cold water hit my testicles. My penis was so shriveled that I could have hidden it completely with my thumb. But I wanted what she was offering so I followed her lead and crouched down until the water was around my neck. The shock of the cold water was overpowering. Not even the promise of sex with a beautiful stranger could keep me in the water for another second. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into shore.

We stood there in the night air. Our naked bodies shivered involuntarily. She laughed again and threw her arms around my neck. Her body had felt warm and soft only a few minutes before. Now she was cold and rough to my touch. The promise of sex had warped my perceptions. This cold mass of shivering flesh in my arms was still my wet dream come true.

"Now we're ready for some good clean fun." She flashed her smile. "Let's get in the tent and I'll warm you up."

We wrapped ourselves in the sleeping bags. She was right about the dip in the lake. She smelled wonderful. The cold water had scoured away the sweat of a day's work hauling gear and paddling canoes. Her skin tingled as my hand ran along her thigh. I could feel the firmness of her muscles toned by a summer of work outdoors.

I ran my hand further up her inner thigh until I reached the place where I wanted my cock to be. She protested and clamped her legs together tightly. No matter how appealing in theory a hand laid gently on her pussy might seem, the reality of our situation was that my hands were as cold as ice and her vagina was clamped shut.

We giggled. There was no other word for it. Then we snuggled tighter. Protests and squirming followed the attempts of cold fingers to explore sensitive areas. For each minute that passed, the protests became weaker and the explorations more bold. After several minutes of wiggling around together, we were at last getting warm enough to become intimate.

I stroked her breasts. My fingers were still cool on her skin, but she no longer pulled away from my touch. I felt the hint of warmth as her palm laid on the delicate skin of my shriveled scrotum. My testicles were still safely sucked up inside, but my penis had begun to reappear and was slowly becoming semi-hard. She rolled the tip gently between her fingers and pumped it up another inch. I had never been so aroused with so little cock to show for it.

Satisfied with the results of her attention to my woody, she pressed her body against mine and kissed me with an open mouth. I could feel the tip of her tongue. My tongue played with hers, and then I chased her tongue back over her lips.

She rolled on top of me without breaking the kiss. The full length of our bodies pressed into each other. She broke the kiss but offered a hard nipple to my waiting lips. Then she arched her back lifting her breasts out of the reach while grinding her lush thatch into my groin. 

My cock probed between the folds of her labia hunting for an entrance to her love hole. She had the same need. I felt her hand around my cock guiding me into position. We shoved together at the same instance and I popped inside her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in tight. The smooth skin on her back was still cool and moist to the touch but inside her pussy she was hot and dripping wet. 

Still gripped in a tight embrace, she swung her pelvis from side to side twisting my cock inside her. Her movement was quickly driving me to the edge. I bucked into her violently but she held onto me and rode my cock. The moonlight had filled the tent with a soft glow. She sat up and continued grinding on my cock with the full weight of her sturdy frame. There was just enough light to see her breasts bouncing wildly above me as her face contorted into an unrecognizable mask of carnal desire. Guttural moans escaped from deep in her throat.

She let out a series of short, stifled screams then clenched her whole body tight and held her breath while she shivered through one long orgasm after another. I was being fucked by a lioness in heat. That's when I lost all remaining inhibition. I scratched my fingers into her back, bit her neck and squirted a huge load of cum into her. She convulsed again and held onto my cock like a glove that was a size too small. I pumped into her again and again. She squeezed until a spray of our juices blew out around the fleshy plug that I had rammed into her love hole.

After the last shudder, we just lay there joined at the groin with my now very flaccid member still gripped inside her. At last she relaxed and let me slide out with a gush of pent up fluids. She rolled off and curled up into a ball with her back pressed against me. I reached around with one arm and cupped a breast in my hand. She pressed her smooth ass checks back into me until my very limp member was nestled snuggly in her warm crack. It was a gesture more of intimacy than desire. We both sighed at the same time. Then we fell asleep with saying another word.

The smell of coffee drifted into the tent and woke me up. The light was just beginning to cut through the morning fog. She must have gotten up early. At least she was still there.

I had slept through the night in the nude. Now I threw on my pajama bottoms, grabbed my camera and popped out of the tent. The best time for nature photography was in the early morning and I had almost missed it.

I found her sitting on a large flat rock by the lake with two insulated coffee mugs and one of my books. She hadn't bothered to put on clothes. She offered me one of the two mugs. 

" I wondered when you would finally get up."

"I had every reason to sleep in. That was quite a workout you gave me last night."

She changed the subject.

"This is an interesting book. Is it yours?"

I stared at her blankly.

"Of course, why would you carry a couple pounds of books into the wilderness just for the exercise?" 

"I admit it. They're my books."

"Your interests intrigue me. I like that in a man."

"Books are a good way to make friends, but I've never had a woman throw her naked body on me because of my books." 

"This is all a bit unusual for me, too." 

"So why did you pick me? Not that I'm complaining."

"I either needed to prove that I could seduce a perfect stranger or take a vow of celibacy."

"Sex with a stranger or celibacy. There must be a back story in there somewhere."

"Not much of a story. Just a bad experience."

"The infamous Mike?"

"Yes, the infamous Mike. He charms me for most of the summer until he gets my pants down, then he insults me. I'm laying there dripping cum expecting him to say some tender words of endearment. So what does he do? He tucks his sticky cock back in his pants and calls me the tight ass virgin who almost ruined his perfect score."

"Perfect score?"

"Yea, he'd fucked every other woman on the staff by then-- including the wife of the head chef at the lodge."

"And were you a "tight ass virgin"?"

"No. Yes. I don't know."

We were sitting close together now. She had folded her arms over her breasts and pulled her knees tightly together. She was no longer comfortable in her nudity. I put my arm gently around her shoulder to encourage her.

"I was not technically a virgin. I had a boyfriend for most of college and we had done it a number of times, but only because I thought we were going to be married."

She paused to collect her thoughts.

"I'm really not a prude, but I may have had more than my share of inhibitions."

She searched my face for understanding and apparently liked what she saw. Of course, I didn't really understand at all. I feared for my life if the woman who made love to me last night lost any more inhibitions.

"I've seen a few porno flicks but I never thought I could do it that way. Like people watch gymnastics with no intention of trying a double back flip dismount or whatever."

"Don't give up so fast. You can practice your double back flip dismount -- or whatever -- on me anytime you want. And I'll throw in a heady book discussion later as a bonus"

"You're too kind." She mocked me with just a hint of lingering bitterness, but at least she was beginning to relax.

"I was so mad at him for calling me a prude. When I got the excuse to go after you, I decided to try on a new personality. I was never a 'tight ass virgin' but I decided to ditch the "nice girl waiting for the right man to find her" on the way over here." 

"So how do you like your new self; the confident seductress with the gorgeous body and the uninhibited spirit. What would you like to try next?"

"Take my picture!"

"Now?"

"Yes. Now! Right Now! Before I lose my nerve and turn back into that 'nice girl' that every mom wants her son to date."

I picked up my camera and backed away from her taking shots as I moved. Her anger had melted away. The smile and her confidence had returned. It was as if each click of the shutter released another inhibition that held her down. I took a couple dozen images before pausing to review what I had captured in my lens. 

The composition of the image was perfect. She stretched out languidly on a large smooth rock near the still water of the lake. Her pale skin was dappled pink in the early morning light. A patch of wildflowers near her feet focused attention on the pleasing curve of her legs. From there, it was only natural for the eye to wander along her nude form pausing briefly at a tuft of pubic hair or a rounded nipple until coming to rest on her broad face with the pleasant smile. I had used a wide aperture and a moderately long lens so that the pale white nude in the foreground was well focused against a blurred mass of dark green evergreens in the background. It was a beautiful photo.

At one time in my life, I had entertained the ambition of becoming a professional photographer. I did not want to take photos of kids at a walk-in studio in the mall. I could have done that, but it would have been just a job. I wanted the dream job of all photographers. I would be on assignment one month with National Wildlife chasing ponies across the steppes of Mongolian and on assignment the next month with Playboy chasing nude cheerleaders across a University campus.

As I was dreaming about being a professional photographer, I made the mistake. I looked at the photo again with the eyes of a professional and ruined it. The image was still well composed, but the model was all wrong. Models don't have broad faces or pleasant smiles. Models can have large breasts, but a model's breasts cannot obey the laws of gravity. 

Carina had large breasts that changed shape with her position. Her youthful breasts were perfectly shaped when she stood with her hands on her hips, but they flattened noticeably over her chest when she lay on her back. And they pulled down another couple inches and swayed when she crawled toward me. I laughed to myself imagining her in the weightlessness of space with one breast floating up and the other drifting to the side. No gravity defying space age materials were used in the making of this woman. There was no denying it. She was the girl next door. She was beautiful, but she was still the girl next door.

I shut off the camera. I was disgusted with myself. It was not that I hated beautiful women. I had sex with a cheerleader in college. It was a wonderful experience waking up to those big brown eyes. Her breasts were always perfectly shaped because she was the tall, lean, small breasted type of ideal body. She wasn't obsessed with being beautiful, but she had a confidence that neither I nor any of my former or subsequent girlfriends would have. She knew that she could have another partner the moment she wanted one. The rest of us had to work a little harder and hope that the stars were aligned. We had parted friends after a ridiculous squabble over music. At least I had my ego intact when we parted, and I kept a number of nice memories. 

After my cheerleader experience, the mystique of beauty was gone. I still enjoyed the company of beautiful women, but I wasn't obsessed with the hunt for the perfect body. Watching my cock slide into the pussy of a woman on her hands and knees always got me excited. I would grunt and shudder and finally squirt my load in one huge spasm of release. At that moment of supreme sexual enjoyment, it didn't matter if it was my cheerleader's tight buns or my first girlfriend's soft cushion that I was banging. Beauty makes that preliminary flirting so easy, but a man can only get so excited without dying and nearly a dozen different women of varying sizes and shapes had gotten me to that exact same moment of ecstasy just by letting me know how much they enjoyed having my cum shoot into one or more of their warm, wet cavities. 


Rebounding



"I still can't believe I stayed with her as long as I did," Rob says to Janice.

"You're thinking too much about her instead of you and what you want to do," she replies. She slips the key into the door and unlocks it. "You just need a little confidence to go with everything else that's good about you."

They head inside and Janice suddenly spins around to him and places her hand on his face, rubbing his cheek. Rob's hands unintentionally falls to her hips. "You don't have to rush in, but at the same time don't hold back. Just let your hands wander."

"Like here?" he asks sliding his hands to her ass.

Janice laughs, "Yeah."

She lowers her head toward him and they lock lips. Immediately their tongues begin to explore each other's mouths.

"Let's make it something special," she says grabbing his hand and guiding him over to the bed Rob sits down on the bed. She stands between his legs, forcing his knees apart. Rob looks up into her blue eyes and she stares down at him with a lustful look that makes his body tingle.

"Well, what do we have here?" she says playfully as she reaches down and strokes his cock through his pants.

Janice then leans in and put her mouth by his ear. Rob can feel her warm breath on his skin and he can smell her faint intoxicating scent as she whispers to him. "I really want to suck your cock."

Rob closes his eyes as Janice peels off his shirt and pushes him back onto the bed. She then climbs onto him, straddling his hips and placing her hands on either side of his head. Her hair hangs down into his face as she lowers her lips to his.

She tastes sweet and she moans a little as her tongue darts around in his mouth. She begins to thrust her pelvis into his crotch, rubbing against his already engorged cock. As she pulls away, Janice begins planting kisses all the way down Rob's chest. The feeling of warm, wet lips and the gentle brushing of her hair on his skin is almost enough to make him explode. Slowly and agonizingly she works her way down until she is on her knees on the floor in front of him. She gives him a sexy smile as she reaches up and unbuttons his pants.

With a quick yank, Janice has his pants off. Rob sits completely naked with her hands resting comfortably on his thighs.

"Tell me," she says

"What?" Rob asks a little confused.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want your lips wrapped around my cock."

"Tell me to do it."

"Suck my cock."

Immediately Janice's head drops and she sucks the tip of his cock into her warm mouth. Her hands are still caressing his thighs and she slides her tongue from the head of his cock to his balls and back up to the tip.

"Uh oh," she says teasingly as she dabs her finger against the tip of his cock, bringing away a thin string of precum. "What's this?"

With a wicked grin, Janice sucks it off her finger and then swallows up Rob's cock once again. Gently, she wraps one hand around his shaft and strokes his as her lips glide effortlessly up and down his skin.

"Do you want your balls licked?" she asks after popping his cock from her mouth.

"Yes."

"Tell me"

"Lick my balls."

Her hand continues to stroke him as her nimble little tongue dances around his balls, bathing them in her sweet saliva.

"You...have...such...a...beautiful...cock," she says between licks.

"Suck it then."

Janice smiles and wraps her luscious lips around him once again, this time sucking harder than before. Rob places a hand on the back of her head to encourage her to go faster.

She is moaning around his cock and slurping loudly when he feels his cum begin to boil. Rob's body tenses and he grabs her head with both hands, holding her firmly in place as the first shot blasts the back of her throat. She looks up into his eyes as she greedily sucks his juices down as fast as he can produce them. His body is writhing as she continues to suck down every drop of his cum.

"That was amazing," Rob exclaims as Janice lets his cock fall from her mouth. She licks her lips and produces a smile.

"Your turn," she says as she stands to take off her clothes slowly.

As she slides her panties down her smooth legs, her cute little pussy comes into view. She has no hair covering the area, leaving only smooth, bare skin. She then bends over, placing her hands on her dresser, sticking her ass out for him to admire.

"What are you waiting for? She asks looking over her shoulder. "Get on your knees and lick my pussy."

Rob falls to his knees and soon finds himself face to face with her beautiful ass. He can smell her intoxicating scent as he inches his way forward. He runs his hands up her smooth thighs and over her smooth ass as he leans in and touches his tongue to her swollen lips from behind.

With no further encouragement needed, he dives in, stuffing her pussy full with his tongue. Janice gives a shriek and bucks forward, but Rob holds fast on her hips and he pulls her right back onto his hungry mouth. He tastes her pussy juices on his tongue and stares at her tight little asshole.

"Oh my god!" she exclaims. "Lick it! Lick my fucking pussy!"

Rob's tongue travels every inch of her little, wet pussy as he slips a finger inside her. She is so wet as her juices run down his hand. He pulls his finger out of her convulsing body and sucks it dry. He then goes on to play with her clit, but finds her fingers already fast at work there. With that, Rob pushes his fingers back into her pussy and licks his way up to her delicious looking ass.

"Oooh," she coos as his wet tongue touches her sensitive asshole.

"Do you like that?" he asks, taking short laps at her asshole.

"Fuck yes! Stick your tongue in my asshole!"

Spreading her ass cheeks wide, he does his best to shove his tongue inside her as she continues groaning. 

"Do it! Fucking lick that asshole baby! Eat my fucking ass!"

Once her asshole is wet with his own saliva, he moves back to her pussy and sucks at her engorged lips. Janice reaches back and offers him a finger.

Rob takes her finger into his mouth and sucks, tasting her pussy once again. Then he watches in pure lust as Janice pulls her finger from his mouth her finger from his mouth and slips it into her own asshole. 

Rob can see her tight muscular asshole hugging her slender finger as she pulls it in and out. He eagerly stuffs two of his own fingers into her sopping wet pussy and begins licking her finger as it slips in and out of her ass. He even pulls her hand away and sucks her finger, getting it nice and wet before prompting Janice to return it to her sweet asshole.

"You're my dirty boy," she says as she stands up. "I like that."

She pulls her finger out again and sucks it herself, before propping one leg up on the bed and pushes her fingers into both holes.

"Do you want to get really nasty?" she asks, staring at him with her sultry blue eyes.

Rob nods, speechless.

"I need your cum inside me..."

Janice crawls onto the bed and spreads her ass cheeks.

"...inside my tiny asshole."

Rob's eyes widen at the thought. She has never taken their passions this far before.

"Would you like that?"

With a smile he joins her on the bed.

"Go gentle at first," she cautions. "I've only been practicing a little for you."

"Okay," Rob agrees. He lubricates his cock with his own saliva as Janice does her own job of lubricating by sliding her finger into her wet pussy and then she rubs her juices around and inside her asshole.

"Okay baby," she moans. "Fuck my tight little asshole."

Rob puts his cock against her asshole and pushes. To his surprise, Janice's ass opens quite freely and the head of his cock pops inside.

"Ohhh, yesss," she hisses. "It feels sooo good."

Janice buries her face in her pillow as she pushes her hips backward, forcing her asshole to swallow the entire length of his cock. She butts her ass back against his thighs, causing his balls to slap her pussy.

Rob grabs Janice's hips and holds them firmly as he fucks her ass. She begins to buck wildly. Her ass frames his cock as it plunges in and out of her asshole. Her thin waist dips low and her head is buried in her bed.

"Harder!" she yells.

Ah he buries his cock deep into her bowels, he reaches out and grabs a handful of her black hair, yanking her head up.

"You like that?" Rob asks. "You like it hard in your ass?"

"Yes. Fuck me. Make me cum."

Rob hammers his cock in and out harder and faster like a piston.

"I'm cumming!" Janice screams. She claws at the sheets as her orgasm racks her body. Rob continues hammering her, relentlessly pounding his cock into her ass.

"I'm going to cum," he mutters.

"Fill me up baby! I want your hot fucking cum to fill me up!"

With a final thrust, Rob spews a massive load of hot, sticky cum into her ass. He can feel the muscles of her ass convulse and contract, squeezing his cock, milking it for all its worth. Once he is drained, he pulls free and slumps down on the bed. Janice just lies there, her ass still propped up in the air, moaning softly.

"Not so fast," she says with a wicked grin. She reaches out and touches his still rock hard cock. Then suddenly she drops to her knees.

She grabs his shaft and swallows him down. Rob looks down to see his cum dripping from her ass onto the floor. With one hand she reaches down and stuff two fingers into her dripping ass. Rob reaches down and grabs her head with both hands and begins fucking her face. 

Then Janice pulls her cum drenched fingers from her ass and places it against the opening of his asshole. She looks up into her fiancé's eyes as she pushes it, slick with his own cum, up into his ass. He shakes violently and grabs her head, plunging his cock into her throat as it erupts hot cum. Janice moans and slurps it down as she finger fucks him. He orgasms again, this time spurting out even more hot cum then before. It fills her mouth completely before he pulls away. Janice looks up, opening her mouth, showing off his cum before closing her lips and swallowing it down.

Rob helps her to her feet and once again they lock in a long kiss, settling down, exhausted, next to each. Within minutes they fall fast asleep in each other's arms.



Rebounding



I found myself laying back on a stranger's bed, naked, legs hooked up over the shoulders of a man whose name I couldn't remember. He was about 6'4" dark hair and eyes, thick, but not fat. He had a deep voice and strength about him. He had been polite, and I had liked his smile. He had dimples. I remembered that he was a sales rep for a pharmaceutical company but had stopped traveling and worked from a home office. 

He was complimentary, made me laugh, was direct about what he liked about my appearance. He liked my wide hips and DD bust. He loved my long dark hair and that I was 5'10 and over 200 pounds. I had damn near melted as he'd grabbed me on the dance floor after about an hour and a half of flirting and dancing together. We had some definite chemistry. 

He said he had an apartment a few blocks away, did I want to get out of there. My friend Cora was drunker than me and hung on some guy who had started our night off with too many rounds of tequila. 

"Sure," I'd said though I knew I should have said no. 

"Damn baby you taste sweet," He said, before shifting himself for the second time, burying his face between my thighs again.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked myself as my hips lifted and swirled under the attentions of the man. I had already cum from his fingers once and his mouth twice. He was intent on exhausting my libido before he even began to let me please him. My blood was rushing through my veins. I felt warm and tingly all over my body. My head swirled from the liqueur. 

The sheets were cool as I clutched them, pulled them, bucked my groin into the mans face. I couldn't remember his name. I couldn't remember my name. I came hard and fast. My toes curled, and my body convulsed. Gooseflesh covered my chest, and I could feel my nipples tighten. He slipped a finger inside of me, and I let out a moan. He slipped in another and I tightened around him. He kept up his skillful attack on my clit. 

"What are you doing?" I asked myself again, but the pang of remorse left me this time. I was surrendering to the sensations. 

"Now that's a tight little pussy," He said and slipped yet another finger inside. I could feel my body resisting. 

He grazed his teeth along my thigh, sucked my lip into his mouth and chewed on it a little. I trembled as he slipped yet another finger inside of me. I could hear my voice like it was foreign to me, on echo in the room. There was silence in the apartment. The building housed a furniture shop; there were no apartments on either side of his. 

"Roll onto your belly sweetheart," he demanded, and lifted, guiding me over as he went. "Lay flat honey," He said softly and bent to nip my ass. He lay across me, reaching for extra pillows at the top of the bed and lifted my hips laying two pillows under me. My ass was straight up in the air, under the thick pillows. I immediately grasped the pillow he had left close to me, and wrapped my arms around it. A squeal escaped my lips as he shoved all four fingers into me again. I could feel how wet I'd become. I was sure there was a puddle on the bed where I'd just been, but knew he had been devouring every drop. There was something of an art behind his oral presentation.

I felt his mouth on my ass, and immediately started to resist, but he was gentle, and it felt amazing. Something surged through me, and I suddenly had no care in the world for what was happening. I surrendered, and he intensified the treat; he was so deliberate with every move, so slow, so gentle, so generous I hadn't experienced this before.. He continued the strokes within me, but used his other hand to pull my cheeks apart further. I cried out as he nibbled on the flesh around the inside of my asshole. My hips were grinding again, and I felt like I was going mad. I was completely out of breath, and my entire body was alert and on fire. 

"My God, your ass tastes as good as your pussy."

"Fuck" I cried out as his motions inside me quickened and I was reaching yet another orgasm. He shoved his tongue slowly just inside my ass and mimicked the motion. 

"I could eat your sweet ass for hours," He said and nipped my cheek. I moaned, and he nipped the other side. His treat became a little more intense, and he started to suck on my flesh. I could tell there might be marks left as it felt a little like hickeys being made, but it just added to the pleasure. I was writhing before I realized the pressure inside of me had expanded again, but I didn't care. I loved every second of what he was doing to me. At least an hour had gone by I was sure, but I was completely fine with every moment of it. 

"Oh Fuck, YES," I cried out as he inserted a finger into my ass and stroked it with the same rhythm he was fucking my pussy. I rocked on the pillows and was pushing myself back into his hands. He spread my ass further. I reached back and grabbed the other cheek, pulled it all the way apart. He inserted another finger and kept licking and sucking all around. I was cumming again soon, but he didn't stop. I had never felt so much pressure inside of me and was losing my mind with pleasure. 

"Can I use toys on you, baby? I want to fill that ass a little bit." 

"Sure," I said, and before my body stopped rocking from him moving away, he was back, and a cold liquid was being poured over my bottom. He massaged my thighs with it, and my cheeks. HE took his time, rubbed himself over my ass as he bent forward and massaged my back, slowly, deeply. From my hips, up to my shoulders and back again. I wanted him inside of me as he did it, but he only teased me, grinding his cock into me. I could tell he was enormous in size. I wanted him in my mouth as he continued to play with my ass and my pussy. Before I could request a taste, he had a vibrating toy, with a clitoral nub bent up in front of it, massaging my clit. This quelled my need to be filled. 

He began to lick my ass again, and I could feel both hands, fingering my hole, pulling at the rim a little at a time. He poured more liquid, directly onto and into my ass this time, and kept patiently fingering, swirling, licking and stretching me. 

"I'm going to try a little one first," he said as he pulled out the two fingers he was stroking inside of me. I couldn't respond more than to lift my ass up a little higher. 

"Relax honey," He said softly and I complied. He shoved the vibrator deep up into my pussy again and stroked me with it a little before resuming his delivery of pleasure to my ass. 

"Do you like your asshole fucked, baby?" he asked. I didn't, but everything he was doing was perfect. 

"Not usually," I admitted, "But you're doing everything right.

"It takes work to get ready for something like that. I'm stretching your pussy so you can take my cock. You're tiny. I don't want to hurt you. And I'm working to stretch your ass so you can take this vibrator. I love to feel the vibration inside you when I'm inside you. I'm going to take my time with this honey. It's all about you. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I am." I admitted, and he pulled the vibrator out of me. 

"Stay like this," He said and got up again. He was back in a few moments, and I lay there completely open to everything he had planned. 

"Lift up a little honey," He said as he reached for my breasts. I moaned as something vibrating, pinched my left nipple and looked to see a small clamp. He reached down to flick my clit with one hand as he covered the second nipple with the clamp. I moved swiftly to claim his cock in my hand and was shocked at my discovery. His cock was so thick I couldn't wrap my hand all around it. He touched my hand and wrapped his hand around mine. He moved my hand up and down his shaft and leaned in to kiss me. I shifted to get a better grip around him, and he moved my hand, took both of my wrists in his hands and flipped me over onto my back. Within moments, he was between my thighs and I could feel him pressing into me. He pressed lightly, but I could feel how enormous he was. 

"Are you ready for a little bit of me? Just a feel? I'm nowhere near done with that beautiful ass of yours baby, but you ready to feel me inside of you?"

"yes, please" I said and he claimed my mouth again. He kissed me slowly and passionately. My legs instinctively wrapped up around his hips, and my arms moved all over his body. I could feel my nails digging into his flesh, and he was covered in gooseflesh as He slipped one inch, then two into me. I gasped as the feeling was more intense than even his hand and I lifted my hips to take more of him

"Do you like that?" He asked. His moves were tender, but I could tell had he not prepared me, he may well have ripped me going inside. 

"Yes," I said and he deepened the kiss as he began to pull back out slowly. He thrusted forward a little less slow the next time, and with each return, a little faster, and a little harder. He reached to hold my hands down again as he lifted up and began to pound into me. I cried out, breathless, cumming again already. He reached one hand for my clit and circled the tender flesh with just the right pressure. 

"Do you like that baby?" he asked and I couldn't respond. He felt so amazing. 

"Do you want me to keep fucking you like this?" he asked a few minutes later

"YES" I answered.

"GOOD," He gripped my thighs, spread my legs wide and began thrusting harder and harder into me. I came again, and he slowed down. He layed back upon me and started to kiss me again. He reached as he did to slip the vibe into my bottom but stopped when I jerked. IT pinched. 

"Roll back over honey," he requested and I complied. My thighs aching from being wrapped up around him, and the depths of movement his strong body, forcing them apart. 

"Hips high in the air this time, baby" He ordered. I did. He immediately bent and started to devour my pussy and moved back up to my ass again. Within a few moments, he was back inside of me and using both hands to spread my ass. He poured more liquid into my ass and stroked inside of me slowly as he used both hands to stretch and finger my ass. Every movement was extreme. I felt like I was on another planet. I couldn't remember for a second the hesitations I was feeling or the power I was surrendering. 

He slid a small toy inside my bottom and left it there. He stroked deeper and deeper inside of me, and I rocked back into his body. I could feel the sweat building as time went by. He kept perfect rhythm. After a few minutes, he started to stroke my ass with a toy and then replaced it with a slightly bigger one. He poured in a little more lube and deepened his thrusts inside of me as he slipped this bigger, thicker, vibrating toy inside of me. I suddenly felt wild. I wanted more strength pinching my nipples, pulling and tugging along with the vibration. I wanted to be sucking his cock at the same time every hole was full. 

"God you feel fucking incredible," He groaned and deepened his thrusts. 

"So do you," I cried out and he reached one arm around my waist and pulled me in close. 

He pushed me down on the mattress and the weight of him, the shift of the toy and the hand that suddenly was massaging my clit, along with the vibrating clamps pressed hard against the mattress, I was getting everything I needed. I bit my lip, hard as a whole new wave or orgasm, much deeper and intense crashed through me. He clamped down o my shoulder and began to suck on my flesh when I screamed out. There was no warning, but I felt him fill me with his seed. I came again, immediately. The sensation was primal. I thought nothing of it. I couldn't get pregnant anyway, but he didn't know that. 

"Are you all right baby?" He asked a few moments later, as he shifted from behind to beside me and pulled me into his arms. I nodded and allowed him to hold me. It felt so good. My body was so sore and so relaxed. I didn't think I could move if I had to. Before long, he was hard against me again. He asked if I was ready for more and I agreed. The details are very paralleled to the first time, with some added sensitivity, due to swelling inside of me. But I just got home from his place and am exhausted. He has already text me, asking to see me again soon and telling me he would like to take me out to dinner, do this right. His name is Mark.

My friend Cora is not responding to my texts, so I assume she is passed out or busy, and I only had one missed message through the night. My ex boyfriend, Paxton, asking me to please give him one more chance. I'd waited six months for him to even talk to me at all, and all of a sudden he messages me the one thing I wanted to hear. I had avoided all other contact with men until last night, and suddenly here he comes wanting what I had wanted all along the way. 

I haven't responded to his message yet, and I might not... But I see Mark again tonight at seven.



Rebounding Ch. 02



There was a knock on my door at 6:43. I knew that Mark was picking me up at 7:00, and figured he would be there early. Instead, Pax was standing on my stoop. I stood, frozen for a moment then moved to shut the door in his face. I'd spent months imagining what I might say or do had he called or shown up, or had we happened into one another at some point. Suddenly I had gone in one night from thinking of seeing him out, wishing I would, to being in the bed of a man who in one night had fulfilled me more than Pax had in the three year relationship that had concluded months before. 

"Get your foot out of my door," I said flatly as a size 11 boot wedged itself between the molding and the door.

"Hear me out baby,"

"I am not your baby." I opened the door and walked away. 

"I have missed you. God you look amazing. How much weight have you lost?" He asked following me into the apartment. 

"Leaving the door open was not an invitation, Paxton. You need to go. I have a date."

"You're dating?"

"It's been six months. As I remember it you were dating before you left, so please by all means, get out of here."

"I have missed you. Nothing is the same without you. I'm not seeing her anymore. I'm not seeing anyone. All I've been able to think about is you," Pax rambled.

"Paxton, Seriously. I don't give a fuck. Get out of my house. I am no longer interested in your bullshit." My hands were shaking as I returned to the bathroom to finish applying my make up. I did look pretty good. I stepped into the bedroom, slipped on some heels, admired the way the silver dress lay on my curves, not too loose, yet not skin tight. It created a lovely silhouette of illusion and contoured my ample curves quite well. The bust was a little snug. My cleavage was near perfection; I though. I had lost nearly 80 pounds since Pax had left. The first fifty had happened naturally, not eating the junk food he insisted on keeping around at all times, but never gained a pound from, drinking more water and walking every day. The rest happened with a little more work, exercising, watching what I ate more carefully. I never knew I could drop 80 pounds in 6 months, but it was done, and my Dr. said I was healthy so I wasn't worrying about it. 

"Just give me a chance. We had three years. Three Years!"

"It seems like you stopped giving me a chance when you turned and walked out of here six months ago and were unreachable. I have waited for you long enough. It's time to move on, and I am. And if you don't mind, Mark will be here any minute, and I would rather you weren't here when he got here. I'm over you Pax. I have been for a while and didn't realize it until Mark showed me how a man should treat a lady. Now go. Before you piss me off." 

"So how long you been seeing this Mark?" Pax was always the jealous, possessive type but this time around he seemed less jealous and more forlorn over it. 

"Not your business. All you need to know is I am not available to you. I've not even heard from you in six months Pax. I'm over you. Now please, leave." 

"You heard the lady," A deep voice came from the doorway. I smiled and slowly turned my head, never taking my eyes off Pax until my head was turned fully toward the door. His head jerked toward the door, and I could see the look of seething, shock and rage turn to a tight smile. He was shown up, and he was realizing he was nothing in comparison to the man I had replaced him with. Not in looks, stature or judging by the suit, finances. He didn't need to know I had only met the man last night. He didn't need to know I had gone immediately to bed with him, or the things he had done to me. 

"You must be the new boyfriend?" Pax asked, stepping toward the door. 

"I am, And you must be the ex? Pac is it?" Mark asked, extending a hand.

"Paxton. Paxton Roman." Paxton reciprocated the formality and Mark gave his best grin.

"Mark Simmons" The two shook hands and for a moment, I could see Pax flare with disdain, ready to pounce, but he backed down and turned to look at me again as their hands freed from the grip.

"If you change your mind, you know my number," Pax smiled at me and turned to walk away, not looking back. Mark closed the door behind him and turned to me. My eyes were on his face, but he didn't look at me right away. 

"How long has it been since you've been with him?" Our eyes met, and I could tell he meant business. 

"He left six months ago. He'd been dating someone else for a few months in the end, and finally chose to tell me he was leaving when I came back from a weekend getaway with Cora and a few of the girls. He had packed up his things and was all moved out by the time I got home. I haven't seen or talked to him since. He text me last night."

"It's amazing the power of the sonic boom,emitted into the universe for every ex boyfriend who has ever not fulfilled you when you reach fulfillment after him. He never shut the door on you. My guess is things recently didn't work out with his playmate, and he's been toying with the idea of calling you again. He must have felt your earth moving last night," Mark smiled and stepped to pull me into his arms. I felt nervous and shy all of a sudden. His lips claimed mine and my knees went weak. I couldn't process what he had said, nor had I the interest. 

His lips were possessive, his hands on my hips moved around and down my thighs to my dress. He ran his hands up my silken thighs and immediately clasped my panties and reached a hand in from the front and another in from the back. He was positioned, so he supported my weight as I lost balance, and held me with one hand on my clit, the other automatically pushing two fingers inside of me. I was swollen and sore from last night's endeavors, but also wet.

"Is this for him, or for me?" he asked swirling his fingers inside of me. 

"You," I breathed and he moved to pull my panties down. I was spun around, panties down, bent over the back of the sofa and had him knelt behind me, devouring my juices and toying with my ass before I realized what was happening. He helped me slip out of the shoes that I was unsteady in and slid them to the side. Two fingers inside of me, he concentrated on the tender flesh around my bottom and lapped up my juices that were already dripping down my thigh. I buried my face in the couch cushion and let out a loud cry. My insides tensed up, and I was already cumming. He didn't stop. He kept fucking me with his fingers until I was trembling. His mouth on my ass was delicious. After a few minutes, he moved to stand, and helped me up into a standing position again.

"Taste," He commanded and slipped one silky wet finger into my mouth. I sucked it in and grabbed his wrist as we made eye contact. He smiled slightly, and the look in his eyes sent me into a frenzy.

"Don't you taste amazing, baby?" He asked as I sucked his finger, in and out of my mouth, as though it were his manhood. He moaned and reached in to nip my ear. 

I nodded my head, and he pulled his hand away. "Keep your panties off," He said reaching down to move my shoes back over to slip them on again. 

"Okay," I said looking at them laying on the back of the couch. I was amazed at the man. He had neatly set my shoes aside, and had tenderly lain my panties instead of just letting them lay on the floor or tossing them elsewhere. 

"Are we ready?" He asked and bent to kiss me again. 

"Yes?" I wasn't sure. I was still relatively out of it. 

"Still sex drunk?" He asked. 

"Yes." I smiled, and he grinned back at me.

"Good, let's go baby." He picked up my purse from the knob on the closet door and took the set of keys and my cell phone off the table next to it "Are these your necessities for the night?" He asked, and I nodded. He dropped the phone and keys into the outer pocket of my purse and opened the door. 

It felt nice as he led me to his car, opened the door, kissed me before moving so I could get in then shut the door for me once I was inside. I wavered on whether or not I should open his door from inside, or put my belt on as he walked around the large SUV, but opted for the seatbelt, thinking a lady didn't need to open a man's door. 

"Comfy?" he asked as he got into the drivers seat.

"Yes." I smiled at him, and he just looked at me. 

"My god, you're beautiful," He said. I could feel the light of the street lamp illuminating me and was taken as well by the way it made his eyes sparkle. 

"As are you," I said softly and he kissed me again. 

"I hope you don't mind me wanting to kiss and devour you constantly. I haven't been able to stop wanting you yet." 

"I don't mind that at all." 

"I might not for a while," he said softly and reached between my thighs again. 

"You should have taken me."

"I should. But it's not about me. It's about you and I have to say I absolutely love the sounds you make when Im kissing and caressing and devouring you." 

I shuttered and spread my thighs a little further apart. I clutched his forearm with one hand and the armrest on the door with the other. 

"I love the sharp intake of breath when I shove my fingers deep inside of you like this," His words were like velvet. I came again quickly as he stroked them in and out of me. He bent to kiss me again, deepening his thrusts and using his thumb to swirl my clit. My head dropped back to the headrest, and my neck arched. I tried to stifle my cries, knowing there were people passing on the street. 

"Let it go baby," He said as he bent to nip my neck. I lifted one foot up onto the dash and bore down on his hand that was now up to three fingers. He began to rock his hand from side to side as he played with me, and I lost control. I don't know how loud I must have been, but he let me have every second of the pleasure and didn't stop until he knew I had let it all go. 

He bent to lap up my juices and kissed me fully. Deeply, passionately once he was through. 

I adjusted myself in my seat as he started the truck and put it into gear, but he reached to put his hand on my thigh and stopped me from pulling my dress back down, before I moved. 

"Don't think I am done with you yet," He said softly and pulled away from the curb. 

"Where are we going?" I asked and smiled through intoxicated lashes at him.

"I made reservations at Petersburg Inn. They have a great restaurant." 

I wondered if the reservations were for the Inn itself, or just the restaurant. I had never been but had heard great stories of their foods. 

"I hope you don't mind," he said and reached to flick my clit some more.

"I need to hear you cum again before we get there." 

I lay my head back on the seat and shifted to give him free access. I watched him as he watched the road, and reached to rest my hand on his groin as he stroked my clit. He was as hard as I had remembered feeling him last night. I wanted him inside of me again. I longed for the sensation of completion he gave me. 

His jawline was strong. His eyelashes. Thick. I was completely in lust with this man right at this moment. 

"I want you to do something for me baby," He said softly as he bent to open the glove box. 

"I have a toy in here. I want you to slip it inside your bottom. It's a small one. There's lube there too. Do it before we get to the Inn. 

I complied. I could see him looking at me as I took a long, slender butt plug from its case, put some lube on my finger, and shifted in my seat to access my expecting bottom. I looked at him smiling at me as I slipped it into my ass. The feeling was incredible. I moaned, and he immediately reached to finger me some more. 

"Good girl," He grinned and bent to kiss me while we were stopped at the light. 

"How does this feel?" he asked, slipping a finger to the base of the plug and pressing on it with a pulsing motion. A moan escaped my lips, and he smiled again. I felt like I was drugged somehow. 

"Imagine as you sit straight up in the seat at the inn, and shift a little in your seat, as you bend to take a bite or move at all, how this is going to feel." He spoke in whispers. 

I fought the urge to moan again as he slipped his fingers inside me again. 

"Do you feel naughty?" He asked and smiled as I nodded my head

"How naughty do you feel right now?" he asked.

"Completely," I admitted and succumbed to the orgasm he brought me too. I tried hard not to make a sound, and succeeded aside from a little groan in the end. 

"Good girl," He said softly and bent again to kiss me. He licked my juices off of his fingers and kisses me again. 

"I don't think I'll ever tire of this taste. You were made for me, it seems," I didn't know how to interpret his words. I also didn't know where this was going to lead. I wasn't going to ask. 

"Are you ready?" He asked. I didn't realize we had already made it to the Inn. He told me to wait, and he would get my door. 

We went in the Inn doors and straight to the elevator. He pressed a button and put his arm around me. There was another couple on the elevator with us. I suppressed a reaction when he moved his hand to my ass and pressed in on the plug with a pulsing motion. He was looking at my face, which I felt probably looked pretty funny, but I looked up at him, matched the expression of hunger in his eyes, and he smiled broadly. I returned it. 

He kissed the tip of my nose and swatted my bottom a little when the door opened, and the other couple got off. 

"Good girl," he whispered in my ear as he moved his hand to usher me off, and he took my hand in his and led me to the restaurant.

"Been here before?" He asked, and I shook my head

"Neither have I," He admitted, holding the door for me. I wasn't sure I believed him, as confident in direction as he seemed to be, but I took his words at value and allowed him to usher me in. 

"Reservation for Simmons," He said to the matradee. My tummy growled as the smells of delicious cuisine came to meet me, and he smiled down at me. I wondered if he heard. 

"Ahh, yes, Mr. Simmons, your table is ready." 

We were taken through the dining area to a corner booth. He encouraged me to slide in first, and he slid in beside me. I scooted until I was at the curve, and he came in close. He waited until the materdee walked away, before leaning down and speaking quietly 

"I could just lay you up on the table and spend the next hour or so eating that sweet little pussy. That would be the best meal in the house," He kissed my temple then leaned away enough to see my grin. 

"I wouldn't imagine the nutrition you'd get in that meal could sustain you," 

"No, but who would mind that!" 

"I'm sure the waiter waitress wouldn't want to see that, or that older couple in the center,"

"Ah," he laughed and reached for his water glass. 

The conversation of the evening turned as the waiter came to take our drink order. Mark consulted me on my wine preferences, and we reviewed the menu together. He took my order and delivered it to the waiter when he came and made sure I kept a full wine glass. 

He asked me about my childhood and my best friends and family members. He asked me about my career and my aspirations. He asked if I wanted children one day and listened to my story about infertility. 

"I hope you don't mind, but I don't do casual relationships well, and I am an all in or all out guy," He had said at one point. "I know last night probably made it seem like I am the guy to take the girl home and lay her down right away, but usually I'm not. There is something about you that has immediately turned on everything in me." 

"I," I stammered a bit, "I can subscribe to the all in or all out method of relationship," I finished, and he bent in to kiss me. 

"I will so spoil you rotten," He said as the waiter came to ask if we wanted dessert. 

We ordered an exquisite, something or other very overpriced, super decadent chocolate cake for two and took it to go. 

In the elevator, I looked into the mans eyes, heard his voice, listened again in my mind to the stories he told at dinner of the family he had growing up, the dreams he had, the friends he kept, the dedication to his profession he had, and a little about his most recent ex-wife, who had left him for her personal trainer. 

"How is that little plug doing in there?" He asked once we were in the car. 

"Feels amazing," I admitted and he grinned. He reached for my hand and held it as he drove. There was a comfortable silence as we rounded the streets and found our way back to my place. He walked me to the door, kissed me good night and lingered. I invited him in, and he accepted. 

"Do you want a drink?" I asked, kicking off my shoes. He smiled and nodded, not saying anything. There was suddenly a shift in the communication, and I wasn't sure how to proceed. I kept looking at him through the divider between the rooms as I poured him his requested bourbon on the rocks with a glass of soda on the side. I wondered if he was waiting on me to make a move, or ask a question. I was suddenly unsure of what to say or do next. He sat on the sofa and picked up the panties he had left on the back of it. I watched him finger the lace, and lift them to smell them. He grinned and looked at me. 

"What perfume do you use?" He asked. 

"Just Japanese Cherry Blossom body lotion after my shower," I smiled and he nodded.

"It's incredible with your body chemistry baby," He smelled the panties again then lay them down. He stood up and took off his jacket. 

"Thank you," I said as I brought him his drink as he kicked off his shoes and loosened his tie. I took the jacket and put it on the back of the dining room chair, and decided as I rejoined him, since he had taken a sip of his drink and set it down, that I would make a move. I straddled him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He smiled up at me and ran his hands over the contours. He was looking at my chest. 

"Do you like that?" I asked and he smiled

"Absolutely," He bent to kiss my cleavage softly. I wrapped my arms up around his neck and caressed his hair. He put his hands on my ass and massaged the flesh. 

He lifted his face to mine and kissed my mouth. He kissed me deeply and probed my mouth with his tongue. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. We kissed like this for a while. 

"Can I make love to you baby?" He asked,before flipping me onto the couch and laying atop me. "yes," I answered

He kissed me and caressed me some more, never making a move to take off, or even open his pants. He did start to grind into me, after a few minutes

"Yes, please," I gasped between kisses and he moved to nibble on my neck. "please," I begged.

"Please what, baby?" he asked, grinding harder into me. I let out a deep moan and clutched him harder

"Make love to me," 

"Do you want me inside of you, baby?" He asked, grinding harder

"Please, yes, please," I begged.

He shifted to slip his fingers into me, and I bucked my hips to take him, he kissed me deeper and harder, stroking my insides. 

He moaned as I tightened and seized around him. I came hard, and he moved swiftly to free himself from his pants and slip into me. 

He moved a little faster in sliding into me than I expected and with the plug in my bottom, I felt like I was ripping, but it was such a good feeling. I cried out, louder than I had before and came again quickly. He pounded into me for a few minutes, then slowed. 

"Im sorry I should take it easy on you," He said into my ear

"No, no you shouldn't I won't break," I said and lifted my hips taking him into me. 

"You like it rough baby?" he asked as he started to pick up the pace again.

"I do," I clutched at his shirt and worked to get it off of him, he had worked to shift my dress to release my nipples so he could suck on them, and I was starting to cum again when a fierce pounding came on the door. 




Rebounding Ch. 02



"ignore it, baby," he commanded and heightened his thrusts. I quieted my release for the sake of whoever was pounding on the door, and he clamped down on my breast, hard. I called out, and he thrust into me deeper and harder than before. He repeated it over and over, and I came again. I called out to him as he poured his seed into me once more. He stayed hard and kept going. WE were only partially naked when the door opened. I was sure I had locked it. I wondered if Pax still had a key, when the answer came to me. 

"Get the fuck off of her," He demanded, and Mark looked up. He continued to thrust into me, and I couldn't react. I couldn't stop trembling, moaning and reacting to the assault on my pussy Mark was delivering

"Allison, for fuck sake, get off that damned couch," I looked at Pax and his contorted expression and wondered how I ever found him attractive. I looked at Mark, who was looking down at me with an expression of ownership and possession in his eyes. I continued to cum, and my eyes closed, my back arched and I let go. 

When I came to my senses, Mark was pulling out of me, and standing up, off the couch. I watched as he pulled my dress back over my breasts and his own pants up. He went around the couch faster than I could sit up, and I watched him grab Pax and take the keys out of his hand. 

"Who the hell do you think you are fucking my girl," Pax demanded

"You left her six months ago you son of a bitch, she's my girl now, get the fuck out of here and don't come back," 

Pax was obviously drunk.

"You get out of here, mother fucker," Pax said and shoved Mark. Mark took a key off the key ring, tossed it out the open door, made a few moves to manhandle Pax and had him out the door, door closed and locked again before I made my way around to him. 

"Let's go to bed, baby," Mark said, finishing the job of taking his shirt off. 

He slapped my ass as I turned away from him, toward the bedroom. 

"I'm sorry about that," I said, once we were in my room

"Don't be. We have your key back now; he won't bother you anymore." Mark said as he pulled my comforter back. 

I bent to take the anklet off my leg, but he stopped me. He lifted me onto the bed and lay me back. He started at my toes, going back and forth between each foot, and made his way up my leg to my inner thighs. He fingered me and licked my folds until I was near orgasm yet again, then flipped me over onto my belly. He pressed on the plug a little and worked it loose. He spit on and around it, to wet it enough to make it loose again and pulled it out, only to replace it with his mouth. 

"You have the sweetest little ass ever," He said as he filled my pussy again with his fingers. 

"Fuck, baby" I moaned and he nipped my bottom and sucked on my asshole. 

He was inside me again, fingering my ass when the house phone rang. The answering machine picked up, and it was Pax begging me to talk to him, apologizing for coming in without permission and interrupting. 

Mark pounded harder into me and sucked my ear into his mouth. 

"Ignore him baby," He said and twisted me around she he could kiss my mouth. The feeling of the shift inside me of his cock was earth shattering. 

"baby," I said softly as he came again. He filled me with his cum again, but kept pumping me. 

"Do you like my cock inside you baby?" He asked and pumped me harder

"Yes," I breathed and he deepened his thrust. I'd never been with anybody like him before. The way he touched me, how he pushed my limits, the way he asked if I was okay and asked for permission to do certain things. I hadn't been with such a generous and thoughtful lover. 

He shifted to pull the dress off of me, and the bra. I was done. My legs burned; they ached so badly, but he kept going. I had cum more times than I could count. He softened the strokes inside of me, as he noticed me wincing, but took his attentions to my breasts. He was tender in every move. 

"Does this feel good Allison? He asked, Pushing deep into me. I could feel him at the barrier of my cervix. I knew he was too long for me. 

"YES" I cried out and he pushed a little harder. It hurt, but I didn't feel the pain of it, but the pleasure. He pushed in a little more. 

"Do you like when I do this, Allison?" He asked and pumped into me, pushing past the cervix a little further each time. 

"Yes, yes Mark..." I called out, And he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it a little harder and nibbled it. He moved to the other side and pumped into me a little harder. The pain was amazing. I loved every single time it intensified. 

"Can you feel me, baby? Can you feel all of me in you?" 

I couldn't answer; I only moaned, and clutched onto him. He slipped a finger into my ass and pounded me harder. He moved his other hand around and pulled my ass apart a little more. It changed the feeling of him inside me, and I cried out to him. 

"Do you like that Allison?" He asked, pouring into me. 

He licked his fingers and used two to insert into my ass. 

"Yes," I managed as he slowed his rhythm in my pussy and kissed my mouth. 

I reached my fingers between us and swirled my clit, bringing myself again, almost immediately to climax. 

"Did you just cum on my cock again baby?" Mark, asked, pulling his face back. "You naughty girl," He said and pulled out, flipped me over and went back to eating my ass. 

I felt like I could slip into sleep, but everything he was doing to me was so intense. 

After a little while, Mark kissed his way up to my neck, rolled me to my side and curled up behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I reached to cover us both up, and I drifted into sleep. 

"Baby," He whispered softly as I began to move away from him. His grip on me tightened, and I stopped. 

"I just have to pee honey, I'll be right back." He shifted and rolled me to my back. 

"Did you know that orgasms while you have a full bladder mean stronger orgasms?" He asked, moving down to my hips. 

He kissed my belly, putting pressure on my bladder. I immediately tensed up and squirmed. He moved to hold me down, and started to tickle my hips and the area between, with his mouth. I cried out to him begging for mercy, but he wouldn't stop. I laughed and moaned and wiggled, to get away, but he wouldn't move away. 

"Tell me how good that feels baby," he laughed, and I couldn't deny it. I was already near orgasm again, and the sensation was profound. 

He applied more pressure to the area right above my bladder, and it was over. I came again, harder than I remembered every cumming in my life. He lifted a little and slipped a couple of fingers into me, claiming my clit with his mouth. He kept the orgasm going. After a few moments, he moved up to laying between my thighs, laying some of his weight on me, pressing on my bladder as he ground his cock against my clit. He kissed me passionately and kept grinding. The orgasm would not stop. Having my bladder full was like an instant trigger into the button making it happen. 

"Do you like that baby?" He asked again as the orgasm peaked, and I cried out. After kissing me some more, he let me up to pee, making me promise to come back to him soon.



Rebounding Ch. 03



I awoke with an itch on my nose, but when I moved to scratch it, I was bound. I tried again, moaning out, because suddenly I felt an ache in my chest. Panic. I suddenly remembered the sense of dread I had in going for the soda machine. While I was there fighting with the dollar changer, there was a car that pulled up behind me. I glanced to see a man in a white ball cap, nod and smile at me. I smiled back and nodded. I didn't wait for the dollar to go through again. I stuffed it in my jeans pocket and turned to walk away. For some reason, I felt fear. Deep, hard fear. I felt his presence before I heard his footsteps. I hadn't been able to see his face clearly and hadn't recognized the car. I thought about how many women were abducted raped and murdered, and wondered if I could outrun him. I tried to run, but felt a hard kick on the back of my shoe and my flip flop seemed to be stuck on something behind me. I lunged forward, falling. Strong arms grabbed me from behind. 

Here now, petrified in the moments upon waking, I pulled at both arms, panic turned to hysteria. I cried out. There was something blocking my mouth. I could taste rubber. I convulsed as far as my arms and legs would let me move. I tried to lift my hips, and buck against anything I could. I was bound tightly. I couldn't open my eyes. They were blocked by something. I cried out, louder and louder, until I felt a hand on my lower abdomen, just above my pelvis. It was large, and warm. Fingers splayed across me, the palm of the hand just above my groin. I stilled. The touch was firm, yet gentle. 

"Shhh" the voice soothed, "Quiet girl, no one can hear you." I fought the urge to scream again. I was more afraid of what would happen if I disobeyed that if I didn't and I went silent, and still. 

My mind began to race and wonder. My heart was racing. I could smell liqueur and mens' cologne. I could feel something touching my thigh, between them, laying on the soft surface I was on. There was a creak coming from above in a pattern, like a squeaky ceiling fan. I gulped and tried to swallow my spit as I choked on a sob. Tears were soaking my hairline. I felt his hands smooth over me. He rubbed deeply, yet gently over my torso, down my hips to my thighs. He kneaded the flesh softly and moved down over my legs and back up again. He avoided my private areas, but I could tell I was completely naked. It felt like rope binding me to the bed. 

He was close to me. I could feel him, all of him. He hovered over my groin then passed it. He did this again when he went back down. I calmed myself as he spoke softly. I couldn't make out what he was saying. I couldn't focus. 

"Shhhh Shhhh Shhh" he repeated, over and over. 

"Would you like to me to touch you some more?" He asked, hovering near my breasts, just below, massaging my ribs softly. Ordinarily this would tickle, but I was petrified. I didn't respond. I felt some of his weight down on me as he leaned in close. He breathed in the scent of me and moaned. 

"Baby shake your head. Tell me, do you want me to touch you some more." I was afraid to answer. Afraid not to. I shook my head no. He touched me anyway. Hard. He was rough. He pinched, pulled, twisted, slapped, and ripped at my flesh. He did this for a few moments, then slowed, and gentled.

"Do you really think you get to choose?" He asked as he cupped both breasts in his hand at once, and squeezed, hard. 

I shook my head again. He let go. 

"Good girl," He said and continued to massage the rest of my body. He bypassed my breasts on the next two rounds, but brushed over them softly on the next several trips. It seems like hours passed as he spoke softly to me, telling me how beautiful I was on his bed. He told me how soft my flesh was and how incredibly delicious I smelled and tasted. 

"I hope you don't mind, I had a kiss while you were asleep," He said and massaged the area of my upper thighs, just at the crease a little harder. I held my breath and tried not to start crying again. 

"You tasted so sweet. Just how I knew you would." I exhaled slowly and tried to stay calm. 

"I love how you've changed your hair," He said softly and bent to kiss my stomach. I cringed at the touch. His whiskers were rough. He laughed and pressed his face into my tummy and moved over it softly. "I love how ticklish you are," He said, then moved down. 

"Do you want me to taste you?" He asked, his face moving up to my breasts. I went blank. Not sure how to answer. I nodded. 

He nipped at one of my nipples, then the other. He kissed then caressed them with his tongue. He sucked and nibbled on them. He wasn't touching any other part of my body. Just my breasts. I could feel his hands on either side of the mattress beside me.

He trailed his kisses up to my neck and over the gag in my mouth. He nipped my ear then moved back down. He hovered over my breasts for a few minutes more, starting to nibble and bite them. He pulled the flesh back with his teeth and let go. 

"I'm going to taste your pussy now," He said just before sliding down, bypassing my stomach. He spread my lips gently with his fingers and filled me instantly with his tongue. When he pulled it out, he pressed it hard against my flesh and started to stiffly move over my clit, up and down, then in circles. He kept going for a while. Every now and then he would reach up and pinch, twist, pull and smack my nipples. He started biting me. I could tell there were going to be marks. 

"Would you like to yourself?" He asked, just before lifting up to remove the gag. I nodded. He kissed me. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and probed me. He kissed me hard, and passionately. He lay down atop me, his clothes against my flesh and ground himself into me. I could tell he was hard. I could tell he was large. 

"Do you want to feel my fingers inside of you baby?" He asked, reaching down. 

I nodded my head. 

"Do you want me to eat your pussy some more?" He asked, reaching into me. My neck arched at the feeling of his two fingers. 

"Yes," I said through hoarse voice.

"Do you want me to finger fuck you, baby?" He asked, slipping a third finger in, and starting to work it into me, faster. He moved down to take my clit in his mouth. I moaned, even though I knew I shouldn't. I tightened my muscles around him and he moaned. 

"You want it don't you?" He pulled out his fingers and I could hear him licking them. "You're so fucking wet. You like me having this control over you, don't you?" I nodded. 

"You like it when I finger your tight little pussy baby?" He asked and I nodded again. 

"You like it when I chew on that tiny little clit?" I nodded and moaned. "Like it when I suck hard on it, don't you?" He was working his fingers deeply into me. I was trying to rock my hips in rhythm with him. He moved back up to kiss me some more and fucked me harder. I felt my womb start to tighten and my toes curl. He stopped.

"Now, now, let's not get too anxious to cum honey." He said and moved away from me. He returned the ball gag to my mouth as I resisted. He stepped away. I could feel him close, hear his breathing. I also heard when he unzipped his pants. 

"Im going to let you feel my cock on your skin," He said before climbing back onto the matress

"Would you like that?" He asked, and bent to kiss my neck. He nibbled my neck and collarbone. 

"Would you like me to fuck you?" He asked, but I couldn't answer. He was rubbing his cock over my clit, pressing against me before I was sure what he was doing. He pumped himself over me a few times, then pulled away, never entering me. Hot wetness hit my stomach, and sprayed up onto my breasts.

"Sorry honey, I've been watching your body and touching you for hours in your sleep. Next time I get hard, I promise it'll be all for you." He walked away. IT seemed like forever until he returned. He had a warm rag, and used it to wipe his semen off of me. 

"Do you think I can untie your legs, baby?" He asked, and I nodded. "good. If you resist or kick at me, I will punish you," He said and bent to bite my pussy. HE bit it hard. "Do I make myself clear?" I nodded. Tears started to well up again. He loosened my left leg and then my right. I pulled them up and stretched them out a few times, leaving my feet together, knees up, closing off access. 

"Spread them." he said, and waited for me to move. I didn't. He positioned on his knees just behind them. "Spread them, now," He said, and I obeyed. 

"This is for giving me a hard time baby," He said then shoved four fingers into my pussy, hard. He fingered me with them, until I was just about to cum, and pulled back. He slapped my face and grabbed my breasts, roughly. He fingered me some more, just until I was almost back tot he point of cumming then repeated. He bent to bite my nipples and all around. He ran his nails over my body and sucked on my thighs. 

"Are you going to disobey me again?" He asked firmly.

I shook my head.

I'm going to untie your hands, and I am going to flip you over. If you disobey me, I am going to hurt you. When I hurt you, you will not like it this time. It will not be a good hurt, and it will not go away shortly. Do you understand me?" I nodded my head, and lay still as he untied me. I waited for him to tell me to move my body and roll onto my belly. 

"Upper body down on the mattress, turn you head to your right and ass up in the air. I want you to reach your arms up behind your back. I complied. He tied my hands tightly together, and I felt like I couldn't move them at all. I felt a trickle of something wet on my ass once he had me tied, then another. He was pouring something into my asshole. 

He slipped a finger into my ass and bit down on one ass cheek. 

I felt something slide inside my pussy at the same time and clenched down on it, as it was cold, I tried to move, but he slapped me and took a tight hold on my hair. His voice was firm. 

"Do not fight me. You will regret it." I nodded. 

"Good girl" He said and lightly slapped my ass. 

The next thing I felt was his mouth, closer on my ass cheek to my hole. He sucked my flesh in, bite by bite and left marks there too. I could feel one spot start to swell as he slipped a second finger into my ass. He was stroking in and out of me now, his opposite hand fingering my clit. The ice was temporarily abandoned. 

"Your asshole is so tiny," he said and moved to lick it too. 

" Is it a virgin?" He asked, and I shook my head.

He rubbed the ice over my ass then slipped it in, a little bit. He played with it, at the tip for a while, then moved it in further. The contrast of hot and cold was exhilarating. My clit was on fire. 

He kept circling it with his fingers. I kept rocking my hips to his rhythm. I started to tighten to orgasm, and he plunged the ice all the way into me, pulling back everything else. The climax peaked, then dropped completely. I felt infuriated. I started to move so that I could get away from him, he overpowered me. The ice was deep inside of me, and soon so was his cock. He was thick and hard and I cried out, as the pressure from both sides had me ripping in shreds. I struggled to buck him off of me, and he held me firmly. 

"Now is a good time to struggle baby," He said, pushing the ice pop back into me, as it pushed out under my strain. He bit my shoulder and back and pumped roughly into me. 

I was flat on the bed now, overpowered by his weight, and starting to relax, to let him have his way. I could feel the wet mess from the ice melting rapidly inside my hot ass. He was reaching all the way inside of me with his cock as he slammed into me. He was long and thick and powerful. As much as I shouldn't, I enjoyed it. I stopped focusing on what was going to be my fate and let the wave ride. I felt like I needed to rush the orgasm before he could stop it again, and I did. He was cumming just after me, and collapsed upon me. I struggled to breathe for a moment until he moved. He had cum deep inside of me. I closed my eyes and let myself relax as he pulled away from me. 

I awoke unbound and naked, curled up to Mark. I wondered if it had all been a dream. My boyfriend of seven months was a wonderful man. In my sensory overload, or was it a dream, I imagined it was him taking me, it was his voice I was hearing, I was sure. 

"You okay baby?" he asked, as I tried to sit up quickly. I reached for my wrist and he laughed

"Did you like that?" he asked and I knew it was him. I smiled and lifted onto my knees. I had to use the restroom, and moved to get off of the bed. 

"I did. But please excuse me, someone bound me and wouldn't let me empty my bladder!" 

He laughed as I bounced my way into the restroom. There were toys laying on the sink. I took a few moments to remember the events and went back into the bed to snuggle some more.



Rebounding



I looked at her again laying nude on the rock. I forgot about being a professional photographer. She was beautiful. She was perfect. Michelangelo could have sculptured a perfect female body and God turned the stone into flesh. I would not have been more aroused by that perfect form than I was by this woman with the girl next door beauty.

I smiled at her. I dropped my pants. She raised an eyebrow. That was all the invitation that I needed. I walked the last few steps toward her as my cock grew longer and stiffer with each step. The pancakes and syrup would have to wait. By the way she licked her lips with her tongue, I could tell what she wanted for breakfast and I was more than willing to feed it to her.

We didn't speak. Words weren't necessary. I stood close to her with my cock at the level of her face. I could have sat down next to her but I didn't. She took the clue and made her move. I saw the tip of my cock slid over her lips as she pulled me into her mouth. Her cheek puffed out where my cock pushed against her. 

They say that blue is a cool color, but those blue eyes that looked up at me were hot. I shuddered and looked away as I enjoyed the pleasure of her tongue working around my shaft. I felt her hand reach up to touch my chest. I kept my eyes closed until I felt the sting of her nails scratching. My eyelids popped open and caught her gaze. 

Without letting my cock out of her mouth, she gave me a wicked grin. I knew what she wanted now. She wanted me to watch her sucking on my cock as she watched my face contort with pleasure. 

There was no doubt where this was headed. She let me watch as she slipped the tip of her tongue into the little slit at the end of my cock. A steady stream of precum bubbled out onto her tongue before she swallowed my whole tool and sucked hard. The feeling was exquisitely intense. I was helpless to hold back as I felt the first full load of sticky white goo traveling up my shaft. 

She stared up at me with those piercing blue eyes. I wanted to look away from her but I couldn't. I watched her cheeks flush red as my cock filled her mouth with cum. She watched my face flush in an extended orgasm as I grabbed her hair and pumped my cock into her mouth.

When she had sucked the last drop from me, I moved my hands down to her shoulders and leaned on her for support as my strength faded rapidly. She let my softening cock slide out of her mouth but would not let go of my gaze. 

She opened her mouth to show me her prize. Her tongue was rolled into a little trough filled with my semen. She closed her mouth and smiled broadly as she swallowed. When she opened her mouth again, her tongue was clean. Then she smiled again and laughed out of pure joy. She was on an adventure of self-discovery and liked what she found. I had never felt as attracted to a woman as I was at that moment.

I sat down next to her. I placed my hands on her face and pulled her lips to me. I could taste my own cum as our lips parted and our tongues met. She was hungry for more. I kissed her neck as I lay her down on a patch of moss near the rock. She opened her legs and waited for my tongue to find her sweet spot. She was as puffy and red as if we had just fucked. A woman who got that hot sucking cock was a gem worth keeping.

I slid my finger into her vagina and let out a flood of juices that had been trapped there. The stream trickled down the groove below her vaginal opening and filled the puckered depression of her asshole. I put my hands behind her knees and forced them up to her shoulders so her genitalia were above her head and fully exposed to me. I put the tip of my tongue where the crease of her ass cheeks ended and then slowly moved up the crack scooping up her juices and taking in the delightful smells and tastes. I did not linger, but I noticed how she moaned as my tongue passed over that special little puckered depression. I would remember that for later. 

I turned my attention to her clit. She offered herself to me without restraint. I could feel her eyes watching me suck on her engorged labia and lick the juices flowing from her vagina. She shook uncontrollably with an intense orgasm but did not relax her grip on my head. She pulled my face up to kiss her before the last shudder of orgasm had faded. I felt my fully recovered cock shoved into her love hole. We met thrust for thrust and then fell silent for some minutes after the inevitable climax. 

As we lay there still breathing heavily, we became aware of the clatter of paddles against the side of a canoe. There was nowhere to hide and so we just waited in anticipation. A middle-aged couple slid by us on the water several yards off shore. We smiled and waived. We tried to look nonchalant in our fresh fucked nudity. The woman smiled broadly when the full scope of our circumstances dawned on her. She turned to her partner, shrugged and pulled her T-shirt over her head to reveal a perfectly tanned pair of breasts. The man gave us a thumbs-up sign of approval and continued paddling - but not so fast that he couldn't get a good look at my beautiful woman's cum splattered body. 

After they had passed out of sight, we looked at each other and broke out laughing. We would not be the only copulating nudists in the wilderness that day.

It was not the last that we would see of them. Even in the vast emptiness of the boundary waters, there are places that bring people together. Portages between lakes and places of exceptional beauty like waterfalls and cliffs draw people together, even people seeking the solitude of a wilderness experience. We met again on a portage the next day and exchanged a few words. Carina and I were both a little embarrassed about being caught nude in the act. They made a few comments that put us at ease and hinted at their vastly greater sexual experience. We met them again toward the end of the week when we occupied campsites at opposite ends of a small island in the middle of a large lake. We had all congregated at sunset on the western shore of the island to watch the sunset and listen to the loons call out to each other in the twilight. 

That's the evening Carina and I became bona fide voyeurs and exhibitionists. I had watched my cock slide into eleven different women before Carina pulled me into the lake earlier that week, but each experience of intercourse had been intensely private and separated in time and space from the experience before and the experience after. I had never watched another couple in the throes of sexual ecstasy or allowed anyone to watch me. The sight of the two of them making love together for us to watch was so powerfully erotic that we lost whatever inhibitions we retained at that point. We could have turned and walked away but we were drawn closer. They wanted us there. You could see it in their faces and gestures. She stroked her husband's huge cock for Carina's pleasure. He spread her labia for me to enjoy the sight of her swollen clit. When they finally locked their bodies together in the final race of passion, we were close enough to touch them. 

We stripped our clothes off in front of them as they lay entwined and exhausted at our feet. They moved to one side as we lay down on their blanket next to them. We could smell their lust. We could feel their body heat. We touched by accident but only briefly as we positioned ourselves next to them. None of our sex that week had been routine. This was even more intense. There were no preliminaries. No kissing. No cock sucking or pussy licking. Carina lay on her back and opened her legs for me to enter her. They watched us as we fucked slowly. Carina stared at him watching her engorged labia open up to swallow my thick cock even as I looked at his wife watching my ass clench tight each time I pushed into Carina. 

What were they feeling as they watched her large breasts ride up and down her chest with each thrust? What were they feeling when they saw my testicles pull up just before the juice shot down my shaft deep into Carina's writhing body? Whatever they were feeling, for me it felt extraordinarily good. When we had come down from our orgastic high, we took the blanket and wrapped it around the four of us. The two nude women sat with their arms around each other watching the last of the sunset in the highest wisps of clouds while the men sat on the outside keeping their partners warm. When it was too dark to see and too cold even for huddling under the blanket, we exchanged hugs and handshakes and returned to our separate campsites. 

Being watched had only enhanced the sexual energy that Carina and I shared. Carina was pulling me along with her as she explored a world of sexuality that had previously been only a fantasy.

I did not want the week to end but it did. We had not exchanged vows of unending love forsaking all others, but I had extracted a promise from her to let me take her to an event of her choice after we got back to the city. I had assumed a dance club or maybe even a book reading. If she had been as smitten by our week together as I had been, then the evening might end in my bedroom with the expectation of a hot shower together in the morning.

The confrontation with Mike was anticlimactic. She had lost all interest in what he thought of her. Whether he thought she was a slut or a tight ass didn't matter anymore and that probably was why he just sulked out of the way as we returned our equipment and checked out. The other women that Mike had seduced crowded around her looking for details of her brazen affair with me and envious of her new found confidence. She waved them off but not without whetting their appetite for gossip. I felt myself being undressed by a half dozen pairs of eyes and enjoying the attention.

Carina had accepted a ride back to Minneapolis in my car. Just before leaving, the older couple came into shore. Carina rushed over to them and helped pull the canoe up on the beach after lifting out the heaviest of the gear. I carried some of the heavier gear up to the equipment shed while Carina huddled with them. I saw a notepad come out and an exchange of little pieces of paper. They looked over at me a couple of times and smiled or laughed. My curiosity was piqued. Then Carina embraced the woman in a long tight hug followed by a hug and a kiss from her husband.

"What was that all about?" I asked after we had gotten back on the main road.

"Just planning ahead. Maybe even expanding the possibilities. "

"Planning for what?"

"You promised that you'd take me on a date to the event of my choice."

"Yes. I remember that."

"You know they're swingers, don't you."

"I had expected as much, but what does that have to do with us?"

"Oh. I was trying to decide between taking you to a dance club or a swing party. They made us a tempting offer."

I swerved briefly into the gravel on the shoulder of the road before getting the car back into control. Fortunately, we had not been going very fast on a nearly deserted highway.

"I'll try not to distract you again. But don't worry. I'll take ten hot showers with you for every cold dip we took last week - and then maybe you'll want to take me camping again."

I did the math. It was a lot of hot showers. I was pleased by the prospect of getting to know this woman better that I had already gotten to know so well.

"I want to be your lover. Maybe someday I'll want to be your wife. But right now I want to catch up with you sexually."

I thought about this. Girlfriend, fiancé, fuck buddy. This was definitely the start of a most unusual relationship, but I somehow felt comfortable trusting in this big breasted woman with the broad face and the pleasant smile.

"So how many partners do I need to catch up with you?"

I looked at her for just an instant. After a week of watching her naked body, it was easy to imagine her stuck on another man's pole, her chest flushed and her face twisted with desire. Strangely, the image aroused no feelings of jealousy. We were now emotionally bound together in this journey of discovery. The search for sexuality was just a facet of her creative experience like learning to play a cello or writing creative stories. She would share it with me. She would share it with others. An emotional bond between the two of us was forming deep below the shared pleasures of sexuality, a mutual love of nature, or even a common appreciation for the life of the mind as expressed in a well written book. 

"Eleven, but what makes you think I won't try to stay ahead of you?"

"I suppose you would try, wouldn't you? But do you really think you can keep up?" 

She placed her hand on my thigh gently and flashed her broad pleasant smile.