1 comments/ 7006 views/ 2 favorites The Kellen Adventure: Chris Mountain Ch. 01 By: NiCeallaigh The Kellen Adventures are setup as a continuing tale of a woman and her various sexual adventures. Chris Mountain is the first installment of many to come. Each Adventure is split into small chapters with two sections, one Kellen's and other the lead male. Each Kellen Adventure can be a stand-alone story, yet the chapters are designed to be read in order. I hope you can get into the story and enjoy. My work is completely fiction and designed for an adult audience. ***** Kellen I exhale deeply for the third time as I walk down the wide corridor leading to baggage claim, thinking to myself I can't believe I am doing this. My New Year resolution was to start to live my life how I wanted, and now I am doing just that. Outside on the curb is where I am going to meet him, my online friend and playmate, Chris. Although I hadn't met him yet in person, I've seen all the pictures he sent, talked to him endlessly for the past year via email, instant messaging, Skype, but that is not the same as seeing, touching, and actually talking face to face. This is the type of meeting where you get to feel them, look into their eyes and get a true sense of who they are; and know instantly if 'it' will happen. I will know if it is either a chance for us to become something more or, well, be done and move on. Will I endure two nights at his place, or chicken out and use my credit card to get back home to safety? I pull my small black carry-on bag next to my feet on the escalator, going down to meet my fate, I could feel my heart beat on the inside of my chest. My blood was pulsing heavily through my arteries, even through my neck. I hope I don't break out in a full body sweat; nervous energy was spilling off of me. As I'm going down the escalator, I glance around looking at the different faces. I see smiles and hugs, happy people seeing each other once again. Chris and I agreed he would pick me up on the curb. Well I agreed, I told him he didn't need to come in and he finally succumbed to my will. I looked for a way out of the Denver airport through the small evening crowds. Though right now staying inside seemed reasonable too. Exhaling again, I step off the cycling stairs and head to the door, wheeling my bag behind me. I stop short when I look outside through the floor to ceiling window. Stepping out into that was not happening in my current attire. I came from 74 degrees yesterday. It was warm heading to the airport this morning in my running tights and v neck t-shirt. The only people outside here in Denver were the poor employees, the abundance of cars with inches of snow settled on roofs, and the few people speed walking towards them and their wonderful heaters all dressed like Ralph's younger brother from the Christmas Story. None of this you could see clearly through the shield of white. Currently the snow is blowing sideways. The temperature on the sign outside says negative two degrees Fahrenheit. I could only hope it had stopped working properly. I pictured it freezing at one point in the middle of the night. Finding a corner by the door, I unzipped my small bag, pulling out my light teal Bonfire jacket, bright red knit beanie, black gloves, and debated on snow boots, but seemed like too much work and my running shoes would be fine as I made it to Chris's grey Toyota Tacoma. I was tough, I could do this. I put on my dry-fit running jacket, just to be safe, then my winter coat, added beanie and gloves, pull up my hood to keep the wind off my neck, before zipping everything back up. Looking at my gloves, they suddenly didn't seem like much; I used them for running for god sakes, not snow. I thought cold mornings were below sixty. I exhale, now or never. Stepping out into the glaciers of the Antarctic was pure pain. I felt it before I was completely out of the slow-acting automatic sliding door. It seemed that it was fighting off the frigid weather, almost screaming, as it had to open once more to let a poor soul outside. Denver greeted me with snow swirling in dense masses, and rushing wind smacking me in the face blowing back my hood. It continued to race into my coat and down my body before pushing itself into the breathable holes of my running shoes. Holy shit! is all I can think. The wind and I continued our battle, as I leaned into it and walk randomly out towards a place by the curb. I sent Chris a text when we landed, but hadn't heard back yet. He would be here. I looked and saw nothing to match his description of his dark grey truck. Wearing the thinnest running tights ever invented, I had little chance of lasting long, although I stood my ground. I had goose bumps covering every part of my body including my scalp. Nerves could have been a part of that, but I blame the cold completely. A few cars drive past me as I debate on flagging them down just to sit inside. I would never do that, but it sounded nice in my mental dream land. I am afraid to take my hands out of my pockets, otherwise I would pull out my phone. "He will be here. He will be here. He will be here," is my chant for a few minutes, before it morphs to a more optimistic, "He is coming. He is coming. He is coming." Shortly after that it becomes, "What the fuck am I doing?" With that, I turn to walk back inside. Drrrrrrr. Drrrrrrr. Drrrrrrr. My phone vibrates in my pocket. I stop my retreat and pull my phone out of my pocket to see a text from Chris. Chris: "On way. Sorry I'm late. I didn't get off the mountain soon enough. Can't wait to see you. Stay inside." My glazed over eyes are watering. Something tempts me to type, "Fuck you," but instead take off one glove, since the useless fabric couldn't type on my touch screen, and slowly type, 'O K." I put my phone and glove into my pocket before quickly retreating back inside to the warmth, the florescent lights, and the groupings of well-layered travelers. I find two free couch seats next to each other in the back corner of the waiting area just across from the baggage carrousels. It was dry and had cushions, seemed like a great spot for me to remain in the fetal position. I pull my legs into my jacket for warmth, not caring that water was running from my shoes, soaking my tights and the cushion below. My fingers, legs, and feet are numb, and I can feel the sharp prickles coming on as I warm. I close my eyes, resting the side of my head on my knees, as I feel my nose start to run and wonder if this is the right thing to do. I can still make my escape before he sees me. Drrrrrrr. Drrrrrrr. Drrrrrrr. Chris: "Don't move. I see you." Awesome. I have snot running from my nose, all of my exposed skin plus my legs and feet are still frozen. I suddenly deeply worry about my appearance; deep down I am vain and want to look good for someone I have been lusting over for a year. Someone who I feel is amazing himself, I want him to want me just as badly as I want him. I want him to think I am the most beautiful, amazing woman he has ever been able to have a weekend fling with. I want him to compare all other women to me; I want to be the standard he holds others to. My teeth are still chattering and I'm still experiencing full body convulsions every twenty seconds. With all of that going on, I sense him before I can see him. I look up from my knees, to find him standing before me in his unzipped brown jacket, still covered in a light layer of melting snow, brown hair dripping from beneath a dark beanie. His light brown Carhartt work pants and black work boots only added to the ruggedness of his features and trimmed beard. Under his jacket, his white t-shirt is damp across his chest, moving up and down like he had just been running. His dark chest hair was just visible through the shirt's now transparent appearance. I watch his Adam apple bob up and down once as he swallowed, before looking up to meet his eyes. His smile really does make his blue eyes sparkle, just like he said. Even the small crinkles in the corners are sexy. ********* Chris I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and neck. Blood rushed lower when I saw her. Legs in her coat, head on her knees, shivering. She looked like a wet kitten, a sexy wet kitten. She hadn't changed position so I decide to shoot her a text letting her know to stay there. She must be freezing. I knew I should have made her wait inside. As I walk closer towards her, I realize she is perfect. I am almost right in front of her and she hasn't even looked up yet. I hear the vibrations of her phone. She glances at my text before wiping her nose on the back of her hand, then looking up. Her beanie is pulled to right above her eyebrows. Big green eyes with wet lashes stare at me. It takes everything I have not to rush towards her and take her right there. The entire year, I have been in a constant state of arousal; anticipating when we can talk next. She is so sexy, sassy, and smart. She can talk and be sincere or play with my mind in ways I never knew I wanted. My dick twitched again, wanting to be readjusted. "Hi, beautiful," I say to her shivering body. "Hi..." she says so quietly I'm not sure sound came out, I only can see her lips move. I remove my coat, sit in the seat next to her and pull her on my lap, wrapping my coat around her. "Lay next to me to get warm." I whisper in her ear. I can feel her shiver then shake hard, she must be freezing. I'm an asshole for being late and having her wait outside. She hasn't been in cold weather for years; she needed body heat. "Hey, stand up and let me unzip your coat, then lay on my chest. Get as close to my skin as you can." She stands up and faces me, smiles weakly, and lets me unzip her coat, then the lightweight jacket under that. I would be sweating in this many layers. She straddles my hips, and tucks her cold nose into my neck. I wrap my coat around her to trap more heat in. No one seems to be paying any attention to us, but we are in public and she is now straddling my lap. "You okay with this?" I ask. "Yes, I'm really cold, don't care," she says then shakes hard again. More shivers came. Kellen takes her cold hands and runs them under my shirt on my belly, I flinch. She stops on my chest. Her cold hands are such a turn on, it is getting even harder to remain a gentleman at this point. "I'm glad you're here," I say, holding onto her tighter. "Uhmmm," her cold nose and lips rub me neck again. "You smell good." "Thanks." God she was sexy. I could feel her hard nipples through her thin shirt and bra; I had to touch her. Reaching under the mound of coats I grab her ass outside her thin pants, holding first to see her reaction. She tilted her hips forward, raising her ass and grinding down on my cock and flicked her thumbs over my nipples in one swift motion. All signs told me she was okay with this, and I was getting fully hard quickly. I kept rubbing and massaging her ass and lower back as she slowly stopped shaking. "You feel amazing Kellen, I have wanted to touch you for so long. I live out what you tease me with each week. To hear you scream out for me as I enter you. To feel you cum all over my cock." I wasn't sure if I had gone too far; writing and roll play is one thing, in person completely changed the dynamic of our relationship. I could feel her warm tongue sweep out of her now warm lips and taste my neck, then small kisses across my jaw. Rocking my hips into her, a small moan escaped her sexy lips. I let out a quiet moan of my own when she lightly bit my earlobe. Fuck I couldn't take it! Pulling her neck hard against my mouth, I began making my way up to her mouth. After assaulting her soft lips, I need to look at her again. Looking into her eyes I can see those gold flecks she told me about around her dilated pupils. They never came in clear in pictures or on my computer screen. Hot, sexy, hazel green eyes; I want her bad. I move one hand up to pull her head in and take her lips again. Sweet, wet tongue. Nothing matters anymore as I continue to ravish her mouth. My cock needs release and with her grinding on me I can barely stand it. I push her back slightly to look over her shoulder for a bathroom sign. We can take over a family bathroom. Then my truck. Then everywhere else she will let me fuck her blind. Fuck I need this girl. She is back to biting my earlobe, the slight pain feels good. I can feel how bad she wants this, as much as I do. "God I need you Chris. So much. Right now, please." Reaching down I feel how wet she is through her tights, nothing underneath. Thank god she is a runner. I can't wait for that sweet tight pussy to squeeze around my cock, milking me as she comes. I can hear her breathing getting faster. I reach down inside the front of her pants and feel her trimmed hairs, following the path to her wet slit. She raises her hips up so I can go deeper. I tease her entrance, rubbing around the juices that have already spilled out. I can only imagine how gorgeous she is going to look later on spread for me. How do I get running pants off in an airport under coats? I finger fuck her as I try to pull her pants down a little more. This isn't going to work. "More. Please Chris," she begs quietly in my ear at the same time pinches my nipples. I am beyond aroused. I push a second finger in; it barely fits, she is so tight, but so wet. I need to stretch her a little. She is rocking slowly on my fingers as I put my thumb hard on her clit, scissoring my fingers slowly to stretch her opening. Her head leans back a little as her eyes close. She is making very little noise, aware of the area or maybe just quiet during pleasure in person. I can't wait to find out tonight. Her hands slide down to undo the button and zipper on my pants, and she pulls down on my boxers. I lift us both up slightly to help pull them down just enough to release myself. Instantly her strong hands are teasing my swollen head. Pre-come is oozing out and being rubbed around the length of my shaft by her hand. Instinctively I double check that my jacket around us is secure and tuck the sleeves behind my back for a little extra help to keep it up. Fuck her hand on me feels so good. I want to buck my hips and moan loudly. Instead I lean into her mouth and taste her again almost biting her in the process. I start caressing her with my tongue while she strokes my cock in the same rhythm I fuck her with my fingers. With her other hand she reaches down cupping my tight balls, playing with each. I can feel her start to tighten more as she massages me. She had said before she loves to touch. I am thanking her for that in my head. "I want you now Chris. I need you inside me. Please." "Oh god, baby, I want to. I can't get your pants off here. Let's get to my truck." "Just rip them or something!" I lean back slightly, not recoiling, just beyond surprised. It heightens my desire even more. "Rip them? You're okay with that?" She nods a yes. Taking my fingers out, and I start to pull on both sides of the seam of the slick wet fabric. My fingers slide on the outside. Fucking LYCRA material. I need to cut them. "Trust me," I tell her with a grin. I can't wait to do this. I get a confused look from Kellen as I reach down into my pants pocket and pull out my pocketknife. I will probably get arrested for having it, let alone, doing what I am about to do. I pull the material away from her body and put my knife through it making a small hole. Quickly I close it and put it away, then tear the hole to accommodate our needs. "That works," she says with a little shrug sexy smile. I wipe her smile away as I put two fingers back inside her through the hole. Her head drops to my neck and one hand goes around my shoulder. "Put your hard cock inside me now before the kids in this place know what we are doing. I'm about to explode, like really, really explode!" It is the calmest, angry, sexy, horny, needy, demanding voice I had ever heard, and it only heightened the effect it has on me. Pulling out my fingers, she raises up onto her knees higher. I guide my cock to her opening. She is so tight, I am not sure this is going to be smooth especially trying to keep my coat covering us. I move it back and forth, spreading the juices around the soft opening, and help her sink down on me. As I thought, it is very tight. She said she wasn't a virgin, but right now I am about ready to ask. I nudge her knees wider with one hand, return it to her hip, then pull her down onto me, still holding onto myself for support. Finally, I feel the head pop through as her warm liquids wash over me. I slowly ease her the rest of the way down until she is sitting on me fully. I think I may really be in heaven as I close my eyes and savor the moment. I can feel her walls slowly start to change and fit to me. The pulse in my cock ticks away the seconds. I stay still letting her take it in, feel me. We haven't said anything to each other, and continue to stay like this for what feels like another twenty seconds before I feel her squeeze the walls of her pussy against me twice. Slowly she starts to grind on me, back and forth, rubbing her clit on my stomach. She is barely moving her hips, but enough so we both are feeling insane amounts pleasure. I move my hand onto her ass, and help guide her. If anyone looks over here they will just think she is wiggling around and not fucking me right now. Or at least that is what I am going with in my mind. As she continues, I can feel her get tighter and tighter. Her breathing is short, face still in my neck. She surprises me as she jerks up and puts her lips on mine, moaning, while her hips buck hard and fast about five times before she bites my lip. Her hips start to slow, then stop. Pulling back she looks at me slightly flushed, corner of her lips lift into a small shy smile, "Sorry, I...I don't know, I guess I needed that. Was this okay?" Was she for real? I have found the girl of my dreams. And I am actually fucking her right now in the airport. I don't care who notices as I start to bounce her on my cock slightly, she rocks her hips, then reaches down behind her ass and cups my balls. They tighten, as I am getting closer. It is happening so fast; being out in the open added an incredible amount of intensity. "Come for me Chris. I want to hear you cum with me on you. I want to know what I can do to you," is whispered to me. Her words put me over the top. I had never had a girl who was sweet and innocent yet a closet tigress. I lean forward and bite down on her shoulder, which was still covered with her coat, and drive into her hard and fast, feeling the rush of cum up my cock and into her sweet tight pussy. Over and over I shot into her, each time she squeezed down on my shaft, each time the intensity is heightened. I take a few seconds to catch my breath. Leaning back I exhale, then smile at her. "Well fuck, it is nice to officially meet you sweet Kellen. I can't say I am disappointed in any way." Her smile reaches her eyes; they are so olive green now. I run my hands over her hair sticking out from her beanie. I can't wait to see it wrapped about my hand as I take her from the back later on. "You are so perfect." I kiss her as she blushes. The Kellen Adventure: Chris Mountain Ch. 02 The Kellen Adventures are setup as a continuing tale of a woman and her various sexual adventures. Chris Mountain is the first installment of many to come. Each Adventure is split into small chapters with two sections, one Kellen's and other the lead male. Each Kellen Adventure can be a stand-alone story, yet the chapters are designed to be read in order. This is Chapter 2. I hope you can get into the story and enjoy. My work is completely fiction and designed for an adult audience. (Edited by GentWithHandcuffs) TKA: Chris Mountain - Chapter 2 Kellen As we pull up to this cabin he calls home, I feel butterflies again. The airport indulgence was amazing, but I'm not usually that girl. I don't have sex in public, until now that is. Maybe this is the new me, the new Kellen Lately, who lives her life how she wants to. "Well here we are. Let me get you inside before you freeze again." Chris looks over at me smiling, moving his arm to the back of the bench seat, softly tugging some of my hair in his fingers. "I'm really glad you're here Kellen. I'm not talking about earlier, though that was amazing, but I really want you to be here, be with me in my element." His eyes are twinkling from the porch light; he looks like he really means it. I smile and he scoots over towards the middle of the seat then leans in to kiss me again. I lean into him grabbing his neck, feeling his long hair curled around his beanie. The heat and passion I feel with him is overwhelming, all-consuming again. I can't seem to get enough of his soft lips and wet tongue right now. I know every fantasy this man has ever had; I know exactly what he wants, how he likes it, what drives him wild. Yet I still want to explore and take my time, just not right now. I slide my way over him to straddle his hips again, feeling good about myself for taking charge. "Take your coat off, now." He growls at me between kisses on my neck. I oblige, unzipping it. He instantly pushes it off my shoulders, grabs both my running jacket and t-shirt and pulls them over my head. Leaning back he stares at my chest. "So fucking perfect," is all he says as he unhooks my bra and starts to taste my left nipple. I lean back and enjoy his attention, bringing my firm breasts closer to his face. With one hand he is cupping the bottom of my right breast and stroking my nipple with his thumb slowly, bringing it to a point. As he moves to take that nipple into his mouth, I moan, more to encourage, then the fact that it feels good, since my nipples have never been overly sensitive. I want to be one of those girls who feels the zing in your crotch that I have read about, but alas I am not. I know they look good though; they have always been firm and large. My nipples are nice and perky, surrounded by a smaller areola. Chris' soft touch on them does feel sensual though. Touch is something I love. I love to be explored and to do the exploring. I also know he loves breasts and him exploring me is enough to keep me turned on. He takes his time to make each rose-colored nipple hard before kissing along my chest towards my collarbone. I reach down the front of his pants, and begin cupping his full balls, and stroking his rigid cock, pumping slowly a few times. He moans then bites my shoulder. Not enough to break skin, but enough for me to feel the pain of him doing it. I like it, it turns me on even more to know he wants me this bad. I need more room to play with him. Taking my hand I unbutton and unzip his fly, and instantly I'm right back to stroking him. He is smooth and soft and hard all at once. I didn't realize just how big he is in the airport, it all happened so fast for me. I could just sit here and watch myself play with him. I love how the tip is wider and catches the heel of my hand, then I'm stopped again when I reach his firm belly and sack. I can feel the silky skin moving beneath my hand. I can imagine it entering me again, squeezing through my opening. The rush was incredible in the airport. Feeling my opening stretching as it squeezed onto him before he slid inside. When he did, every nerve ending on my inner walls fired, all tightening around him. With the pressure on my clit, it drove me insane instantly. Chris reaches down and rubs my pussy with his fingers, paying special attention to my clit with his thumb once again. God it feels good. I find his mouth again as more intensity flows south. I guide his cock to my slick opening. I know what it is going to feel like, but here, we can let loose a little more. I am willing myself to be a little louder. To say exactly what I need and want him to do. I have never really done what I wanted; the airport was just the beginning. I lower my hips and feel his smooth tip push through, then the rest of him slides in all the way. I forgot how large he felt inside, it gives the whole 'feel it in your throat' saying new meaning. My soft walls are shifting, fitting to his size. I can feel them conform to his shape, holding onto him snuggly. I am enjoying him just being on his hips with him deep inside and I haven't started to move yet. I get the courage to open my eyes and look at him. When we meet each other's eyes we laugh; I actually blush and giggle, he laughs at me for doing that. There were so many messages from him to not be embarrassed. I was trying. We had talked the whole way from the airport, but this was more personal, intimate. Real. He breaks the silence while he moves his hands up to my beanie, removing it and running his hands over my long dark-blonde hair. "I've thought about this for while Kellen, you being here. I am so glad you are." His eyes and hands run over my shoulders just skimming along my skin. "I've wanted to explore you for so long. To have you experience some of those things you haven't yet. How does that sound to you?" He looks back into my eyes, resting his hands on my upper arms. Smiling, I weakly say, "I would like that. I'm glad I'm here too. It's weird. I feel so comfortable, but still really nervous. This doesn't feel like our second time together, but... I don't know. Just forget it." I shake my head looking over his shoulder. Feeling stupid for starting to share a more personal thought and being vulnerable. I still didn't know really what to call this, us together, where we stood. I began to rock slowly on top of him, rubbing my clit, trying to forget my embarrassment. I can feel him rubbing back and forth inside me, and my clit warm against his stomach. Each stroke bringing me more pleasure. Finally I build up enough courage to say something again on a safer subject. "What are we going to do this weekend?" Wait was I having a regular conversation during sex? Shouldn't I be sexy or something? "You're looking at it beautiful. Tomorrow we ski. I will teach you anything you don't know about it, which I know is just about everything but what snow looks like. When you're done with skiing, we can come back and hang out in the hot tub for a while, then do whatever comes up. Sunday we have until 11am before I need to take you back to the airport. Are you sure you have to work Monday?" He asks and then nuzzles my neck adding a few small nips. "Yes, but this will be fun." I mostly was saying it to myself. Brilliantly, a new rush of pleasure was starting to reach my crotch and build, distracting me. I began to rock faster, moaning quietly. I hold the back of the bench seat grinding hard on his deep cock, as Chris presses my hips down with his strong hands on my ass, moving them with my pace. I felt my pussy squeezing, the heat building, I start rubbing back and forth as fast as I could. Being on top is always my favorite; I can come multiple times hard just with the clit stimulation. Right now, I can feel it start in my pussy and build out, intensify right before I break and start to cum. The rush takes over me and I continue my pace until it subsides. I rock slower to the aftershocks until I am barely moving. The entire time I wasn't sure if I took a breath but now I'm gasping and my heart is beating through my chest. I slowly open my eyes. Chris was staring at me. "Kellen you are so fucking hot when you come, but I want you somewhere else. I can go for a while longer and want you to experience something new. I also need these pants off all the way. I don't mind the feature we added though, it worked in a pinch," raising his eyebrows a few times and kissing me on the forehead. ******** Chris My hands are shaking slightly as I put the key in. Adrenaline rushes through my body as I open the door and set her bag down. She is really here. I could make her fantasies and desires come to life. Create new ones for her while dipping into my own. I feel so masculine, which is such a rush. I look over as she is cautiously unzipping her coat. She never put back on her other clothes and is standing with her coat open, chest bare, ripped running tights showing her slit to where her trimmed hairs start, and tiny white socks in her neon yellow running shoes. "I think I may need to just throw these things away. This isn't a good look," She says as she shyly looks up at me, teeth in her bottom lip. I like how timid she can be. I sit on the steps and untie my boots to take them off, watching her take off her shoes easily by stepping on the heels. Pulling up each foot she takes off her socks and stands in her bare feet wiggling her toes. She seems to pause before she slowly gabs the waist of her tights and pulls them down her thighs to her ankles. "You know I've already explored everything you're showing off, right? You're beautiful. Don't be ashamed." I stand up and strip off my shirt, dropping it on the floor by the stairs. I can see her eyes widen slightly before she catches herself. I stay fit by skiing and rock climbing year round and know I have a decent body. I never zipped my pants for the trip from my truck, so I only need to unbutton and slide them off my lean hips along with my boxers. Stepping out of both articles, I begin to stroke my half-hard cock walking the short distance towards her. Kellen licks her dark pink lips as she stares at me. I can picture myself inside those lips. Not yet though, this weekend is for her. "Take your coat off," I tell her calmly, and step closer, still stroking myself slowly. My cock is fully hard. She is still watching me as she pushes her coat off her shoulders, then bends over to take one foot out of her tights. Once it is out, I can't wait any longer. I lean down and put my arms under her armpits. "Wrap your legs around me, and hold on cupcake." Kellen stands up fully, then wraps her arms around my neck and squeezes her strong legs around my waist tightly. I walk her over to the empty wall next to the door. Reaching down underneath her, I can feel that she is still sopping wet. I easily slide my cock into her, pinning her to the wall. She gasps, tightening around my shoulders and waist more. "Don't drop me," she quietly says with her voice shaky. "I won't drop you, you aren't heavy. You're perfect and you have never had this before. I want you to know what it feels like to have someone make you come while you are suspended. Pinned in midair." I kiss her lips softly once. "Relax cupcake, I will never drop you." I begin to kiss her deeply this time as I pull my cock out, before driving back into her hard; I could feel her body push back against the wall. I continued to take my cock out slowly, then push back in deeply. The entire time, I talk to her; tell her how amazing and beautiful she is. How her pussy is so tight and feels so amazing around me. How there is nowhere else I want to be. I feel the moment when she begins to trust me in this position. She lets her head move off her shoulders with eyes closed, moaning quietly. Keeping her hips against the wall I quicken my pace, never fully leaving her. "Let go Kellen. Enjoy this," I encourage. She is still so quiet, I can only read her body language so much. I know she is enjoying this, but I'm not completely sure how good it truly feels to her. It is incredible for me, having this gorgeous, intelligent women wrapped around me with my cock buried deep inside her. I would have been happy with just looking at her as she stood in my home with only her ripped pants on. I still can't believe I cut them in the middle of an airport. I hadn't been that turned on in forever. A quiet, "Eh, eh, eh," comes out every time I pump inside of her. Sweat is dripping down my back, and I can feel it run down my ass. Her hands start to grip my upper back and I feel her fingernails dig into my flesh. "Faster Chris, faster," she says in my ear. I push into her harder, bouncing her against the wall; I know the skin on her back is going to be raw tomorrow. I feel her tighten. Fuck I'm about to explode. I squeeze and hold on, waiting for her to come again. She is about to draw blood from my back. "Ah, ah, fuck! I'm coming, fuck, fuck, fuck! " She trails off every time I pump back inside her. I hear her heavy breathing start to slow. I pull her away from the wall, telling her to stand up. Kellen slowly puts one leg, then the other onto the ground. I know her legs are wobbly from being locked onto me so hard. It takes her a few seconds to steady herself, and once she does I tell her to turn around. My cock is still glistening from her sweet juices; I can't wait to take her from behind. I spread her legs and reach around to her swollen clit, she is so hot and wet. I walk her to the couch and bend her over the plush arm softly and guide my slick shaft back into her; I slide in without trouble. Once inside she engulfs me with her soft walls, holding onto me as I rock in and out of her. Her ass and back look amazing from this view; I can see where her skin rubbed against the wall, red and raw, I will take care of that later. Right now, I hold her hips and continue to fuck her sweet pussy. My legs are hitting against the backs of her thighs, the clapping is the only thing you can hear in my house besides our heavy breathing. She squeezes the inside of her walls and moans, this time a little louder than before while she was against the wall. It puts me over the top. I feel myself ready to explode again. "Oh fuck, baby! God you feel so good!" I tell her as I come. Her pussy keeps milking me, five times I flood into her. Filling her. I pull out and see my come dripping off my cock. As I turn her around it's running down her legs, glistening white. I pull her into my chest shaking my head. "You are fucking amazing," is all I could come up with. The Kellen Adventure: Chris Mountain Ch. 03 The Kellen Adventures are setup as a continuing tale of a woman and her various sexual adventures. Chris Mountain is the first installment of many to come. Each Adventure is split into small chapters with two sections, one Kellen's and other the lead male. Each Kellen Adventure can be a stand-alone story, yet the chapters are designed to be read in order. This is Chapter 3. I hope you can get into the story and enjoy. My work is completely fiction and designed for an adult audience. (Edited by GentWithHandcuffs) ***** TKA: Chris Mountain - Chapter 3 Kellen I had been up and down the bunny hill for the past two hours and needed a break. Chris had finally left to go ski by himself, with the promise to meet at the bar in the lodge around noon, before heading back to his place. I did so much better without him hovering; I'm the type to figure it out on my own. I am very aware of my body in motion. His patience was great, but all the over-coaching was killing me. I had mastered this little run about three trips ago, but didn't really feel like tackling the bigger hill. Honestly, in spite of it being a 'warm' day on the mountain and working hard skiing, I was freezing and my back hurt where the waistband of my warm tights I was wearing under my snow pants rubbed on my raw skin. Unclipping my skis I gather my poles and go to return them to the rental area. Once finished, I found the locker room to freshen up. Inside I striped out of my snow gear, leaving on my thick black tights and long sleeve white thermal shirt. After washing my hands and face, I fix my hat hair into a side braid. Then check myself out before putting my ski clothes into my bag and heading to get a warm drink and wait for Chris. When I walk out I see the men's locker room door open across the hall. I peek inside, curious if it is the same as the women's, and possibly, to see who may be in there. Only a small tile walkway and edge of the lockers can be seen from my current angle. Maybe I will be able to get a closer look by moving further across the hall a few steps. Not paying attention I literally walk right into a red coat-covered chest. "Oh shit, sorry." I say as I bounce off him. I am too embarrassed by being caught looking into the men's locker room to even look up or wait for an answer and hurry away to the bar. I find one of the empty high bar chairs and put my coat on the back. As soon as I sit down, my face cools off from my embarrassment a moment ago; it is what I deserve for trying to take a peek. What was I doing here really? I didn't belong in the mountains. It was freezing for one. Two, I didn't really know how to ski, the children I nearly ran over early on can attest to that fact. Three, I wasn't sure where Chris and I stood and after this weekend how it would change our relationship. I was attracted to him and the sex was great so far, but, he wasn't...I don't know. There was just something not clicking completely for me. Maybe I am just over thinking this and need more time. "Miss, what can I get you?" I look up to see the bartender smiling at me. "Oh sorry, green tea with honey." "You might be concentrating a little too hard. Looks good on you though." Then he turns and walks off, I'm assuming to make my drink. I sit scowling, what do I look like when I think? Doesn't matter. I am here to try new things and I will do that. I rub out the lines between my eyebrows and look around the mostly empty room. Everyone is out enjoying the 'warm' sunny day on the slopes. I am glad, I was starting to feel a little claustrophobic. Maybe I'm too independent to be with a man long term. Yes, because two days is long term. Chris and I have never talked about actually being together after this weekend. I wasn't going to move and he loved it here in the mountains. I certainly don't mind being alone right now in my life. It's just that it is much more fun not having to play alone. There is nothing wrong with having a friend with benefits, especially one who can read my body so well. My tea appears in front of me, which is a blessing from the heat gods. Breathing in the steam I can't wait. "Mmmmm," I say to my tea as I take my first sip of warm liquid. "I hope that's for me." I turn to a man's deep voice on my right. There he is: the man I ran into earlier while trying to get a better look in to the men's locker room. He has a black sweater stretched across his wide chest, red coat draped over one arm, and soft shell ski pants which fit snug across his muscular thighs and hips. I can tell he is a man who takes care of his body. Maybe he is Chris' height at 6'3", but much broader, carrying a lot more muscle mass. I am not really sure what to say back to his comment. So I smile to stall for another few seconds. "Tea?" I say raising my cup. The big man gives me a smile and shakes his head, before ordering two old fashions. I don't even know what is in one. "You know I wasn't talking about your drink," he says to me, winking, before he turns and starts to watch the basketball game on the television in front of him. After closing my mouth from the retort that never came out, I sit and think of something really witty, "You wish," weakly comes out. So much for my strong independence! "I'm David. And I have a feeling you are Kellen." He smiles facing me again, holding out his wide hand. "Am I right?" "I...yeah. How did you know?" "I'm a good friend of Chris'. Saw him earlier. He said I might see you around today. He also mentioned to me what you look like. I must say he is dead on with details. You truly are beautiful." I feel heat rush up my neck and ears. I have always felt plain and average. Hearing I was beautiful from people didn't compute with me fully. "So how did skiing go?" David continues. "It was great, I got pretty good." He didn't need to know I only did the bunny hill and stopped due to the frigid conditions. "You sticking with that lie? It couldn't have been that great, because it's only 11:15am and it looks like you are already done and in need of some time in a hot tub." "It's not a lie. It was fun for a little while, but I am over it. Actually I got really cold and warmth sounded better then mastering another hill. I mean they aren't going anywhere, but my fingers and toes could have." I wiggle the fingers of the right hand in his direction. "But you can't tell Chris. It will probably crush him that I didn't love skiing." David grabs my fingers with one of his hands. I feel so petite in the calloused palm of his much larger hand. I stare at his masculine hand visualizing them caressing my back, what his fingers would feel like inside of me, as he continues to speak. "I won't tell him if you have a drink with me. It will help warm you up." I felt a little uncomfortable with him holding onto me thinking what I was. I wasn't sure how Chris would react if he saw me either, but I liked how small David made me feel. He made me feel feminine, like I truly was beautiful and small like the women who got all of the attention were. I agree only to escape his hold and fall back into my safety bubble. David lets my fingers slide away with a "perfect," then hands me one of his two old fashions. Taking a sip I shiver as the burn of alcohol goes down, they my body shakes. Wow. "What's in here?" I choke out. "Whiskey, orange peel, cherry, and a splash of water maybe." I am still feeling the initial burn, "Oh. I taste the whiskey. Not so much cherry, but whiskey for sure." I could feel the warm alcohol travel down to my belly, warming me. "So, Chris' friend Kellen, how did you guys meet?" I take another tiny sip of my old fashion feeling the burn again and wondering what Chris told him about us. I find it a little bit of a turn on that Chris would have shared his indulgence with a friend, but wasn't sure about the relationship these two men have. Do I really say we met online, have been chatting for a year, sent a few pictures here and there, get off on each other's fantasies and just met for real yesterday where I was fucking him in the airport? Oh god I really did that. The possibility of David knowing is making me feel partially embarrassed while a bit turned on at the same time. I didn't realize someone else knowing would do that to me. In the airport I was too turned on to take the time to think about others watching me and feel anything outside the moment. I gather my thoughts and continue our conversation. "I've known him for about a year now. We have a long distance friendship going. How long have you two been friends?" "Quite a few years now. Met up here skiing and hang out together off and on. I am more interested in you though." He pauses while his eyes caress my body. I can almost feel as goose bumps start to prickle. "What kind of long distance relationship do you two have, because you have travelled here to be with him?" he continues. I stall, sip tea, stall, wipe my lips with my small white napkin. "One where we chat online a lot. Tell stories. I like to write and he likes to read and contribute ideas." "Stories huh?" He pauses and glances my way again, "What type of stories do you write? You have me intrigued." David moves is broad chest directly to the right of me. I can smell a masculine scent, it goes right to my crotch. Where did that come from? I must just be aroused still from last night. I have to focus on his original question of what kind of stories. "Basic life, what we enjoy, and other stuff." I say with big fake smile, hoping he doesn't notice I can't stop staring at his jaw line and neck. "Other stuff huh? Tell me something a little more specific about these stories." "They are not great. I write for fun. Sort of like chic lit." He was going to keep pressing. I could tell by the way he leaned in closer. I would have to go with a boring love scene. "I have a great feminine side. Let's hear a little, and if I know Chris like I think I do, it is a little more than my sister's basic chic lit. Whenever you're ready go ahead." Giving me his thousand-watt smile, before looking towards the television again, as if he didn't think I was up for the challenge. Well, he didn't think I would tell him. Screw him and his feminine side he clearly did not possess. I lean forward on the bar with my forearms. My mouth is right next to his ear. I begin with a low raspy voice only he can hear, "My back was against the rough brick wall, as both your hands trailed down each side of my hips, taking my black lace thong along with you. The back of your knuckles and thumbs grazed the entire length of my silky legs down to my ankles." The corners of his mouth perk up slightly and he shifts his hips. I continue, "I felt the rush of excitement as your calloused hands run up my calves, then my smooth thighs, just grazing the outside of my lips, teasing me. I spread my feet further apart, opening myself for you to take more. You push two thick fingers into my wet, swollen opening, making me gasp. My head dropped back against the bricks as you rubbed along the ridges just inside." I lick my lips. "Ohh," I moan in his ear. David's Adam's apple bobs up and down as he continues to look forward, drink suspended in hand, shifting his hips again. I glance down and see he is starting to swell beneath his tight shell pants, the head of his cock outlined under the thin material. I smile deliciously taking a longer look before continuing my sultry voice in his ear once again, "I wrapped both legs around your strong waist and you carry me over to the kitchen island. The black stone was cold against my backside as I laid down with my hips on the edge, open to you. Grabbing my ankles you pulled both my legs over your shoulders and entered me in one...swift...thrust. 'Oh fuck, David,' I say to you as you fill me over and over." David licks his lips and has difficulty trying to swallow. I glanced down and can see his thick semi-hard cock pressing outward against his pants even further. The fabric does little to conceal what is underneath; he is definitely built wide everywhere. I lean back into my chair and take a sip of my tea, aroused by his reaction to my words. After a few seconds, David leans over close enough for me to hear his whisper, "Does Chris know you talk to other men with that delicious mouth?" His scent washes over me again, and I can see out of the corner of my eye that his eyes are looking right at my mouth. My heart is racing, knowing he is challenging me to answer and for what his presence is doing to me. "Yes," came out weaker then I wanted, but David intimidated me. I didn't lie, Chris had read so much that I had written to him in our conversations, he wouldn't be shocked. The possibility that he would be disappointed I told those words to a stranger weighed on me though. Why should he care really, we weren't together officially or anything. For all I knew it would turn him on to hear how I could arouse another man. Still in my space David continues, "I'm not sure if he knows what he has here, because if he did, you wouldn't be sitting here alone Kellen. Or do you go by something else a little naughtier?" My attention is pulled away from David's scent and cocky smile by the sound of Chris' voice. "Hey, my two friends." We both turn away abruptly from our discussion at the bar and face him. "I see you have met," Chris says with a grin. David speaks first, "Yes, we have. I must say you are correct Chris, she truly can take a man's breath away. Kellen here was just filling me in on what she likes to write about. Very interesting chic lit." He glanced over then smiled at me. "Thanks," I say blushing slightly. Grabbing my hand Chris pulls me out of my chair at the same time looking at David, "She does have a way with words doesn't she?" Looking back to me, "Ready to go back home I see. Let's grab some lunch first then sit in a warm hot tub for the rest of the afternoon?" He kisses me quickly on the cheek before grabbing my bag off the floor. "David would you like to join us or do you have other afternoon plans?" My chin wanted to touch the floor in protest, but I remained silent. He was Chris' friend, and even though his scent is making my insides dance, I wasn't sure if I could handle him this close to me. His intensity put me off kilter to say the least. Smiling at me, "You know Chris, I would love to join you both." Pulling me a little possessively into his side, Chris responds, "Great, we will meet you outside after we put away my gear." ********* Chris I am still grinning like a fool opening the front door for us all. I can't believe Kellen agreed to have David join us back at my place to jump in the hot tub with us. I wouldn't have suggested it initially, but after seeing her stare at him multiple times during the meal it was apparent she was attracted to him. When she reached out and grabbed his arm while laughing at one of his jokes I knew for sure. Touch is very important to her; she doesn't do it without intent and meaning behind it. The thoughts I am having about watching Kellen come on top of David's cock have been keeping me semi-hard the entire drive back home. I suspect his cock to be a bit larger than mine based on what I have heard from him. Picturing her screaming out, watching her orgasm, I can't imagine anything else as arousing. I break my train of thought and put on my host hat once again. "Why don't you both change and I will get some drinks for us before we head out back." They leave to change, and I pour three stouts into frozen glasses before heading back to my bedroom where Kellen would be changing. As I walk in I see her from the back, trying to tie her black string bikini top. I look her up and down, her strong ass and thighs tapering to her lean waist and toned back. I walk towards her, reaching around and sliding my hands under the cups of her top, pinning her arms behind her with my chest. Her nipples grow hard instantly as I lightly pinch and twist them with my thumb and finger. Her head drops back to my shoulder and I hear her sigh. She is so responsive to my touch. My cock swells more, pressing into her bikini-clad bottom. I want to bend her over and take her right here, but my need to take her in my hot tub is stronger. Sliding my right hand down her stomach I push my fingers into the waist of her bottoms feeling her trimmed hairs, then slide one finger along her slit. She rocks her hips forward then back. "Fuck Kellen, you are already wet. How bad do you want to come for me?" I feel her tense a little. Making her talk verbally about what she wants is difficult. I push two fingers against her clit, adding pressure. "Tell me Kellen. Do you want to come for me?" Wiggling my fingers back and forth. "Yes," she says quietly. My fingers continue to press down now making little circles on her clit. "Do you want to come in the hot tub?" "Yes," she says again quietly. "Good Kel, I can't wait. One more question before we go to the hot tub. Do you want to come in front of David or with David?" I feel her tense once more. My fingers continue to make her clit swell while alternating sliding along her lips outside her opening. "I see how you have been watching his movements with your eyes. He is a good looking, I agree. I have been half hard since the restaurant thinking about how aroused I would be to watch you come on his thick cock, it would be like a drug to me. Him buried deep inside, you frantic, right on the edge as your clit rubs against him. I want you to feel the pressure building and rushing towards your pussy. I imagine your eyes closed, lips parted... panting... hard nipples on your heaving chest... your hips thrusting as you fall off your edge." "Yes," I hear her say quietly once more. I smile knowing she wants all of it, but I know I will need to help her take what she wants. I slip my hand out of her suit top and bottom and step back slightly, then take the strings from her hands making a loose bow tie across her back; I know this top will not be on long. David is waiting for us chest deep in the warm water of the hot tub when we reach the back deck. "You guys are going to love it in here. Very relaxing after skiing," David says smiling from the far side of the hot tub, he takes a sip of his beer before resting his arm along the upper edge. I walk to the hot tub with Kellen. "Ladies first," I say touching her lower back. I watch her use the two steps then lean down, sit on the edge, and swing her legs around putting them into the water. She lowers herself into the water then slides to the right side of the hot tub, to David's left. I can see her breasts floating just below the surface and know I need to get into the tub to conceal my quickly enlarging erection. The anticipation for the events to come are simmering, and I know it won't take much for me to boil over. Once in, I let the warm water relax my body for a minute. Closing my eyes I picture Kellen's naked body moving and grinding on top me of like she did last night. My cock becomes rigid, straining against my trunks. I reach down and rub it through the fabric. I am unaware as to how long my eyes were closed. Upon opening them, I see Kellen is now seated in front of David as he massages her shoulders and back. Her eyes are closed, face relaxed, enjoying his touch. I look up and make eye contact with David. He raises his eyebrows and gives me a little shrug as if asking if this was okay. I nod yes, and continue to watch, slowly stroking my cock. I hear Kellen give a quiet moan as David moves his hands down further to her mid back with his hands. I can see his fingers wrapped around her ribs, almost touching the sides of her breasts. Her head is cocked slightly to the side exposing her neck. I can hardly sit here wanting to taste it. The Kellen Adventure: Chris Mountain Ch. 04 The Kellen Adventures are setup as a continuing tale of a woman and her various sexual adventures. Chris Mountain is the first installment of many to come. Each Adventure is split into small chapters with two sections, one Kellen's and other the lead male. Each Kellen Adventure can be a stand-alone story, yet the chapters are designed to be read in order. This is last installment of Chris Mountain - Chapter 4. You may want to read Chapter 3 before to see where we left off, but I'm sure you will pick up on it quickly! I hope you enjoy the ending of Kellen's first adventure. My work is completely fiction and designed for an adult audience. (Edited by Gentwithcuffs) ***** Kellen Holy fuck I am so close, but I need him inside me to make me come. "Oh god, David please I want you," I just get out between my ragged breaths. David raises up, looks at me, smiles, then finds my nipples again with his mouth, sucking on each before he says, "Say it again sweet Kellen. Tell me how much you want me." God can't he tell? I am saying it in my head but struggling getting it out. I look over at Chris. He is now sitting on the edge of the hot tub just out of arms reach, stroking his long beautiful cock watching me. I plead to him silently for some confidence to tell David what I want again. "Kellen take what you want. I am right here for you baby." He slides over next to me while David stands up fully. I have two men staring at me. Never have I felt more wanted and sexy, yet completely unsure of how to proceed at the same time. I reach over to Chris grabbing his head and pull his mouth to mine, tasting the familiar flavor of his tongue. "I want him inside me," I say in his mouth. Chris pulls away from me with a small grin. I see David reach down pulling his trunks past his knees, then stepping out of them. His cock is fully engorged, standing straight up towards his belly button. The tip is large like Chris', but his girth is wider. I know it will fill me up and can feel my pussy pulse with excitement. Looking then at Chris I can see he too is fully engorged, his cock standing straight up. I needed to touch it, feel its smooth texture and hard base. I slide off the edge and face Chris, one hand on his thigh, the other grabbing his cock slowly stroking it upwards. I see his mouth open and corners of his mouth turn up. "Fuck," he quietly moans out loud. I feel David's hands start to caress my back and ass. I keep looking at my hand moving on Chris' cock, the swollen head catching my hand with each upward stroke. David nudges my feet further part and reaches between my legs finding my pussy again with his fingers while reaching around to my clit with his other hand. I can feel him push his cock between my legs, stroking up and back along the outside of my pussy. I lean forward, moving my hands to Chris' shoulders, face close to his, while feeling David guide his tip to my opening. I raise my ass higher, making it easier for him to enter me. I feel the tip press in and the rush of sensation that comes with it. My mouth opens and I look into Chris' blue eyes. I gasp as David slowly pushes himself further into my tight opening, I can feel myself stretch for him. When he pushes fully inside I feel his thighs against mine and close my eyes, adjusting to him. He feels incredible! I swallow hard waiting for more. "Oh fuck, you are so tight Kellen," David says through gritted teeth. Grabbing my hips, David starts to pull out of me slowly before pushing back in. "I love seeing my cock enter you, holding your firm ass. You're gorgeous, so responsive. I could fuck you like this all night. Fuck Chris, touch her, make her come with me." Chris smiles and reaches with one hand down to my clit, then puts his mouth on mine again. I can feel David pick up speed, making it harder to kiss Chris. I pull away from his mouth and go back to stroking his cock. Chris continues to rub my clit and play with one of my breasts. I can hear both their breathing getting louder and quicker along with mine. It feels so incredible, I have never had so much going on before, and it is almost hard to take it all in. Feeling David deep inside me, hands holding tight to my hips, my clit swelling from Chris' fingers, and him feeling my breast while I am stroking his cock is all creating an insane rush. I look up at Chris and smile. His eyes are dilated and dark, mouth open. I want him to come for me. I kiss him on the lips briefly before bringing my lips down towards his cock, bending over even more. I can feel David drive into me deeper. Fuck it feels so good! Tucking my lips over my teeth I lick my lips and cover the head of Chris' cock, swirling my tongue around the swollen tip before sliding it further into my mouth. "Oh God, Kellen, your mouth is incredible!" Chris moans to me. He moves his hand from my breast to my head, guiding me as I match pace with David's thrusts. "Jesus, you feel so fucking good! Come on me sweet Kellen," David grunts. David talking to me and sucking Chris is putting me over the edge. I start to squeeze down on David's cock with my inner walls, feeling the rush building in my pussy. I am so close, my mouth and hand stay tight around Chris. I stop at his tip as I feel my orgasm take over me. "Ahhhhhh, ahh, ahh, ahh," I moan as each rush comes in waves. I feel David slam hard into me two more times before pulling out and moaning himself. I feel his warm come squirt on my back and ass multiple times, before he mumbles, "So fucking amazing," towards my back. The warm liquid is such a contrast to the cool air. I look up at Chris and smile before returning to sucking his cock. I stroke him with my hand and mouth while cupping his full balls and gently playing with them. I can feel him tighten his body and both his hands now on my head, "Fuck Kel, I going to come!" He says quickly through gritted teeth. I feel him squirt his ropes of warm pearls into my mouth hitting the back of my throat. I milk him with my mouth until he finishes, swallow his salty seed then lick his tip before releasing him. ********* Chris I taste my come on Kellen as I kiss her. My hands are in her messy hair, and I am feeling her soft chest and hard nipples tickle my chest. I have never had one of my fantasies lived out like this. If I could fuck her right now I would but I am not sure I can get hard for her again this quickly. Pulling away I look at her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. "You're incredible," I whisper to her and wipe my wet thumb across her lips. Her olive green eyes stare back at me and her soft smile lights them up. **** I continue to run my fingers along Kellen's arm as she sleeps with her back next to my chest. It feels great to relax with both our bodies are laid out along the couch in front of the fire. The light makes her skin under her grey camisole glow. I trace her with my fingertips down her arm and can't resist feeling her hip outside her panties. I smile, enjoying myself and hoping I don't wake her. She had been quiet since David left. I gave her space and time to shower while I put together dinner and decided a movie may be better than forcing her to talk when she wasn't ready. Frankly I wasn't sure what to talk about at the time either. Right now, with her soft breathing and soft skin, I don't want to move. I also don't want her to leave tomorrow, but know we both must return to reality. Both our jobs beckon and I know she is craving the heat from the sun on her skin. Playing the 'what if' game in my head is nice right now though. I can only imagine what it would be like to have her close, at my fingertips every day; she is a woman you don't tire of quickly. Having her near these couple days has only increased my arousal levels towards her. Thinking of everything we have written to each other knowing exactly how she will feel when I touch her, being inside her, watching her come while in my arms. I still haven't figured out what I will say when I kiss her goodbye tomorrow at the airport. She says I am not allowed to walk her in, just leave her at the curb. There is no question I want to keep our friendship, the benefits are amazing! She is beyond amazing. I want her to come back a visit, or if she would like, I would visit her. As I think this I understand that it is all it will be, a friendship with benefits, but it fits me, possibly her too right now and that makes me content. I have decided in the morning I will fuck her one more time. Very slowly, teasing her, letting her tease me. Savoring the last moments we will have together for the weekend. I can feel my cock twitch thinking about how much fun it will be. But for now I will let my tired girl sleep.