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The WIngs of Love Ch. 01

By: qcilguy



It’s been exactly one year since I lost my wife Sarah & our unborn child to a drunk driver. Since that day, I have lost nearly everything else, due to my spiraling descent into alcohol & drugs. I lost my job, my home, my friends, and my family. In fact the only things I have left are this old 4x4, my guns, and an old hunting cabin off Interstate 80 in Pennsylvania. I’m on my way there now, driving through what is predicted to become the worst storm of the century, not caring about the weather or the fact that tomorrow is Christmas. In fact I don’t plan on seeing tomorrow, so I didn’t listen when everyone at the last truck stop told me to wait out the storm there. I don’t care if I die along the way or there, just so it all ends, I’ll be happy. As I was driving along up the mountain I saw her standing by the side of the road. She was standing there in a pool of light with the snow fluttering down around her. She must’ve been frozen; she had no coat on, just an old t-shirt and a pair of well-worn blue jeans. I don’t know why I stopped. But as I braked to a stop, I skidded & through the fog of self-pity I realized that I had slid right into her! I scrambled out of my truck and to my wonder she wasn’t laying hurt & bleeding in the snow, where I had expected her to be. I shook my head, sure that I had hit her, but there she stood a little further on, as if nothing had happened. Strange how the light pooled around her, even though there weren’t any lights overhead. It’s almost as if her hair was shiny enough to catch the least amount of reflected light & spot light her.

Looking at her there, I got the feeling that she needed my protection and help, so I offered her a ride, which she wordlessly accepted. By the time we both were in the truck, the snowstorm had definitely become a blizzard & I could barely see past the rusted snowplow attached to the front of the truck. It’s another two hours in good weather to my cabin, and the weather was just getting worse & worse. I had lost all sight of the where the road stopped and the ditch began, and had no way of knowing where I was. I didn’t want to stop, but no matter how little I cared for my own life, I was now responsible for another. I started to pull over to wait it out, but as I did, she silently reached over & placed her hand on mine, guiding me back onto the road. There was something in her touch that made me drive on. Just as I had pulled forward there was a large, almost deafening crack and a black mass fell across the road where the truck had just been. As the mass bounced back up a little, I realized it was a tree that must have broken under the weight of the snow & ice covering it. I kept on driving, though not understanding why, as a feeling of calm & serenity settled about me. 

Several hours later, I reached the turn off to cabin. I managed to get half way up the road before the truck became stuck when I hit a drift that was higher than the hood of the truck. I got out to look around, and decided to see what is on the other side of the snowdrift. I forced my way through it, and it appeared that this snowdrift was the worst. I had to decide if we should walk on, or stay in the truck with the heater running to keep her warm. When I returned to the truck, the decision was made for me. As I got in, I smelled the exhaust that poured into the cab, since it had nowhere else to go, because the snow was piled above the exhaust pipe. 

I shut off the motor and got out and walked around to the passenger side. When I had the door open I reached my arms out and scooped her up in my arms. Even though she is an adult women 5’9" tall and she appears to be maybe 10-20 pounds more than most woman would probably like, to me she felt like she weighed no more than a small child would. As she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned against me, I felt the warmth of her cheek and inhaled the sweetness of her with each breath I took. Somehow it seems as if her very scent warmed the air I was breathing. When I looked down I saw how her thin t-shirt was pulled tight over her chest, showing that she didn’t have anything on underneath it. I began to feel the stirrings of desire, which is something I had never expected to feel again.

When we reached the cabin, I set her down, and admired how her hair seemed to catch the least amount of light. As we got inside, I use the last of the kindling and the logs that are kept inside to start a fire in the fireplace. I told her to stay inside by the fire. I proceed to get all of the supplies from the truck, though by this time it is almost completely buried, and bring them inside. Then I went out to where I have a woodpile, and started to bring in enough wood to last for a couple of days. After I had finished, there was an unmistakable aroma in the air, that’s when I noticed she had made us dinner. I gladly sat down and ate with a renewed appetite; everything she had made seemed so delicious. As I ate I watched her, and noticed that she was awkward, she seemed to be trying to duplicate my actions, almost as if she has never used silverware before. Her expressions as she ate almost looked as if she had never tried any of the plain foods before, or that they were exotic delicacies to her. I found this woman fascinating, alluring, and mysterious, yet her innocence triggered in me the feelings of protectiveness that I would have only for a small child, not for a grown adult, even when it was a woman as attractive as she was.

It had been a long day and an even longer drive, so I was more than ready for bed. Since the water pipes were frozen, I quickly filled as many post & pans as I could with pieces of icicles & snow, then put them by the fire, which I have stoked with extra logs. I made the bed for her, and then spread a layer of blankets out on the floor, laying my favorite sleeping bag on top of them. I wished her goodnight and climbed into my sleeping bag. As I drifted off to sleep, she shut off the lantern and walked to the bed, so softly I barely heard her footsteps. In the morning I awoke to the realization that I had slept without the nightmare that had haunted me every night for the past year, and to my delight, found that she had crawled in beside me, and her arms were wrapped around me tight. Even through the heavy flannel of my shirt, I could feel the pressure of her breasts against my back. In her arms I felt a sense of comfort and a feeling of love that seemed to radiate from her. I soon drifted back to sleep, this time I had dreams of her in my arms as we made love.

Later when I woke up, she wasn’t there, and I missed her arms around me. Looking at my watch it was past noon, I had slept for over 12 hours! In the bathroom, I took a long look in the mirror, and realized how unkempt my appearance was. With my long oily hair, ragged looking beard & mustache, sunken hollow eyes, I looked like what I was, an alcoholic who didn’t care. Looking over I noticed that the tub was filled with steaming water, and that everything except a razor was laid out, waiting for me. Gazing at the water made me realize, how great it would be to be really clean again. With a mixture of disgust & self-pity I stripped off my grimy clothes, and gratefully climbed into the water. 

After a vigorous scrubbing I was ready to call myself clean, but I was wondering about how I could rinse off when the door opened, and she walked in, carrying a large stockpot of clean water. The first words she had ever spoken me were “Stand up.” Something about her voice and attitude carried with it an attitude of command. Due to a pavlovian reflex from my army days, I did a commanded. Then she dumped the water over my head as a rinse. Only then did I realize that here I was standing naked in front of a total stranger, but for some reason I was neither embarrassed nor excited. It was just comfortable. As she gestured for me to get out of the tub, I asked, “What’s your name?” For an instant, her face looked puzzled, then she replied “Angel.” As I stepped out of the tub, she stepped into the other room. I called out "Angel, do you have a towel?" just then she stepped into the bathroom again. In her arms she carried a couple of towels, she set them down, then took one and gently started drying me off. I knew from the warmth that she must have had them close to the fire. I was enjoying the feeling of the warm towel against my face, arms, chest and back. Then she changed towels and knelt in front of me, she dried my legs working from the bottom up, then as she reached my manhood, she stopped. I looked down on her, and saw the fascination in her face. Pulling her to her feet, I exclaimed, "Oh Angel, I’m so sorry! You’ve been so great to me. I’ve been letting you do all this when I should have done it for you. In fact, I’m supposed to do all the things you’ve done for me, after all you are my guest."

"That’s ok, I’ve enjoyed taking care of you, and would like to finish what I’ve started." I said to her "That’s ok I’ll do it." She smiled as she said, "ok then let me see you cut your own hair." I laughed at that & just nodded. "By the way, my name is David Alexander JR., but all my friends call me D.J., well at least when I had friends they did." Just then Angel lifted up on her feet and brushed her lips across mine, in a quick kiss that took my breath away, even as short as it was. She smiled and said, "that’s better, when you’re talking about the past, you frown, and your face gets all scrunched up." I just started laughing at that, and picked her up, and twirled around with her. As I set her back down, I looked into her bluish grey eyes again and marveled at the joy & life they seemed to contain. Then I quickly grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around my waist.

We went into the other room, where I found she had set up a chair by the table, and laid out on the table was my shaving gear, my comb and a pair of scissors. I sat down in the chair, and Angel began to cut my hair. As she was doing this, I enjoyed watching her. I loved seeing how as she moved and stretched, the thin material of her t-shirt was pulled taunt against her breasts. Then she moved behind me and I felt the wonderful pressure of her breasts pressed up against my back. This caused me to become hard and I began to rise against the towel wrapped around me. When Angel moved in front of me to trim my bangs, I could see that the water from my hair had been running down my back. This had caused her t-shirt to become wet, where her breasts had lain against my back. The material had become almost transparent, allowing me to see her pink nipples pushing out against the thin material, surrounded by the darker areolas. I couldn’t resist and I leaned forward and took one into my mouth, sucking on it as I rolled it between my teeth. I heard her gasp as I switched from one breast to the other. Stepping out of my reach, she said, "DJ, you'll get a really bad hair cut if you keep that up." Reluctantly, I said, "I promise I will behave as long as possible." After she finished cutting my hair, she sat upon my lap, then looked me in the eyes, and in a soft voice that seemed to reach down inside me, said “I want to make love to you, but I’ve never been with a man before.” Hearing this brought forth a storm of emotions, no less violent then, the storm that was still raging outside. I had wanted to push her away, to tell her that no one could take my sweet Sarah’s place. Yet there was a part of me that wanted to take this woman, and ravage her, to use her to fulfill my needs. I also felt that strange protectiveness of her, which made me want to protect her from any harm, including protecting her from myself. Finally the love and caring that I had ling ago buried in me, won out, with a strong exercise of will power, I gently wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her close. As softly as possible I whispered, “I want you, I want to taste you, I want to be inside of you so bad that it hurts, but we’ll take this as slow as you need.” I then stood, lifting her as I did so. I walked over to the sleeping bag, where I sat her down, once again I marveled at how light she was. I knelt in front of her then kissed her on the lips softly at first, then with increased passion, as she responded. I pulled away and slowly ran my hands down from her shoulders to her waist. I then took the edge of her t-shirt in my hand and started lifting it up over her head. When I saw her unrestrained breasts, I paused to admire them. As firm and upright as her breasts were, I could tell why she hadn’t felt the need to wear a bra. I fought the urge to bury my head between them, to suck on her nipples, then to lick my way around and down each taunt mound. With a shudder I quickly pulled her shirt the rest of the way off. My emotional storm was still raging inside of me, and I realized how close I was to losing all control. With a deep breath to clear my head, I made myself calm down, so that I wouldn’t take this woman in a flurry of passion, and ruin this for her.

Leaning forward, I took her face in my hands, and looking into her eyes said, "If you need me to slow down or stop, just let me know, I want to make this perfect for you." Angel looked at me, and in that voice of hers that sends shivers through me said, "I trust you D.J." She tilted her face up to mine, and kissed me on the lips. As she did so, she took her hands and placed them on the back of my head, and we kissed until we were out of breath. I then proceeded to kiss and nibble on her ear lobe, as I allowed my hands to wander over her back, enjoying the feeling of her bare skin under my hands. I then proceeded to kiss and nibble along her jaw line, occasionally allowing my self to return to those wonderful lips that seemed to beckon to me as if I was a sailor following a siren’s call. From there I began to explore along and under the jaw line, onto her neck down to where it flowed into her shoulders. As I lifted her hair out of the way, I allowed my fingers to run through it, feeling the silky smoothness on my rough hands. As I was kissing and nibbling the back of her neck, her hair gently stroked my face and lips. Then I moved to her back again, where with each pass of my hands, over her bare skin, I could feel the warmth, the life of her as if she had more life, more passion than any person could possibly have. I found myself drawn time & time again back to those lips. The touch of them had an almost aphrodisiac like effect on me. As we began to relax, I allowed my tongue to slip in between her lips. As my tongue explored the warmth of her mouth, her tongue made contact with mine, and we toyed with each other’s tongues. No matter that we had been kissing, and I had been devoting myself to her for more than 30 minutes; I was still in a strong state of arousal. As I shifted my position, my towel slipped off, and my erection sprang forth, only to press against the warm flesh of her belly. Angel slipped her hands down, pushing the towel the rest of the way off of me, and then grasped me. "It’s so soft, and yet so hard!"

I just looked at her smiled, and with great reluctance said "do that later, let me take care of you first." Then I went back to kissing her on the neck, this time I allowed myself to slip down to her shoulders. I kissed and nibbled along her collarbones, as I massaged the back of her neck with my hands. As she relaxed into me, I became bolder, allowing my hands to slowly trace down her sides. Occasionally I would stop to enjoy the feel of her breasts resting against the palms of my hands. Realizing that I was getting close to loosing control again, I took one of her arms in my hands, and started kissing along it. As I was kissing her, I was watching & listening to her so I could learn best where to touch her to arouse her best. After I had traversed the length of her arm a couple of times, I took her hand between mine, and kissed the palm of her hand, and her fingertips. As I did, I felt her breaths become quicker, and her weight shift as the excitement increased within her. I went back to kissing her palm, then fingertips. After kissing the tip of each finger, I took it into my mouth and sucked lightly. As I did this I watched the wonderful _expression on her face, her lips were slightly parted, her breath coming in shallow gasps, and her eyes were closed.

After providing the same loving attention to her other arm, I laid her back and straddling her waist, allowed my attention to shift to her breasts. As I leaned forward my erection, pressed against her soft abdomen. I reached for her breasts, enjoying the full feeling I got as I cupped them in my hands. I then I traced her areolas with a finger, in a spiral pattern, working my way in towards her nipples. Then I lightly pinched them between my fingers, and rolled them back and forth. In her excitement, they felt almost as hard as I was. I darted my tongue across each nipple to tease her. As I enjoyed the view of the pink nipples standing out in the middle of the darker circles, I whispered, "Oh Angel my darling, I can’t believe how lucky I am." Then giving into the desire I’d been repressing, I buried my face in the valley between her breasts. As I breathed in, I enjoyed the sweet scent of her, and ran my tongue along the valley between her breasts. The taste of her was a combination of sweet and salty, a combination of perfume and sweat perhaps? Then I suckled upon her left nipple, as I allowed my hand to toy with her right nipple and breast. At first with her nipple in my mouth, I sucked on it gently, then harder as she responded to the touch of my tongue flicking over it. I allowed my teeth to clamp down on her nipple rolling it between my teeth firmly but without actually biting down. Just as she could no longer lie still, I released her nipple from my mouth, and then switch my attentions to the other one. This time I kissed her nipple then began sucking on it, as if coaxing it to release sweet nectar. After I teased her nipples long enough, I moved so I was laying on top of her, still pressing my erection into her midriff. I leaned forward and proceeded to kiss her deeply, allowing my tongue to slip between her lips as she responded. When kissing her, I seemed to loose all track of time. After our lips parted, I slid down her body, allowing my erection to slide over the warm skin of her belly. Then I began kissing her stomach, working across then dropping down to kiss across the other way. As I was moving lower, she began to instinctively scoot upwards. I was not to be put off though, and made sure I didn’t miss a spot. Finally I reached the top of her faded blue jeans. As I knelt in front of her, I noticed a darker blue spot right in the middle. Testing my theory, I placed a kiss right in the middle, and sure enough she was moist enough that it had wet her jeans all the way through. I cupped my hand over her mound feeling the warmth & the moisture right through the materials of her jeans. I then unbuttoned them, and as slowly as possible I pulled the zipper down. As I did, I noticed hairs the color of ripe hay peeking out. No panties, my kind of girl! After unzipping her jeans all the way, I pulled the flap over, and placed a kiss on the shiny mat of hairs. They were as soft as down, and the taste of her was better then the finest wine or food, could ever be.

To resist the temptation to bury my face in the soft down, I slowly counted to 100 as I pulled her jeans off. As she lay in all her glory in front of me, I gazed at her in wonder and awe. I watched the flickering of the fire reflected in her eyes and hair, and then my eyes began to travel down her body, following each sensuous curve. The dew upon her downy hairs reflected the firelight, marking the entrance to her as if there were a hundred lit candles inviting me to put their fire out. Slipping one hand along each silky thigh, I gently spread her legs. As I knelt between them, I softly ran my hands over her thighs. As I moved my hands upwards until it seemed to her that they would touch her silken hairs, I would reverse direction. Then I lazily traced the curves of her legs from those milky thighs, over her knees, down her shapely calves to her ankles and onto her feet. As I reached her feet, I briefly massaged them, rubbing the bottoms deeply, with my thumbs. Then I worked my way up the backs of her legs. As I got to the back of her knees, I noticed her reaction, she let out a little sigh and a smile, so I lingered there until she began to breath heavier, and started to push her hips towards me, Then I continued working my way back up to those heavenly hips. After I had made my way back up to her hips I straddled her right leg. Leaning forward, I began nibbling and kissing her inner thigh, never getting into the golden mound. Her juices were flowing enough to allow me a taste of their sweetness, as they flowed out of the soft downy region of her. I kissed and nibbled on her thighs, until they were clean. Then I resumed my downward journey, paying special attention to those areas; I discovered would give her the most pleasure. I took my time, making sure to keep her aroused. I wanted to keep her on the verge of an orgasm without pushing her over the edge! After I had made my way down to her foot, I gave it a long, sensuous massage, before switching to her other foot, and repeating my attentions to her other leg as I worked my way back towards the heaven that awaited me between them. Having worked my way back up, I found that once again her inner thighs were coated with her juices. This time as I allowed myself the pleasure of tasting them, I started flicking my tongue over her outer lips. Not until she was writhing around trying to impale herself upon my tongue, did I allow myself the pleasure of exploring the sweet treasure hidden within her folds. As I slid my tongue slowly down her slit, I started to apply pressure, forcing the tip just inside of her. I wanted to spend an eternity in that most heavenly of places. As my cock twitched & jerked, her breathing became heavier and she began to lift her hips up, I knew that neither of us would be able to hold off much longer. Now, with each pass of my tongue, I let it delve deeper & deeper between her folds, until it was fully buried. At either end of my stroke, I began to tease her nodule or slip my tongue in & out of her. As she began to climax, I concentrated on her nodule, allowing my slow languid licks to become much more frequent and faster. Finally she came with a shudder and a sort of a moan, as I felt a gush of moisture flowing onto my willing tongue. As she came, I kept it up until she had become too sensitive for me to continue and she pushed me away. 


The WIngs of Love Ch. 02



At the Hilton, when we identified ourselves, the manager introduced himself, and explained about the room. "The room that opened up is the bridal suite. The couple that had reserved it was caught in an airport during the storm. What a place to spend your honeymoon huh?" He continued as we entered the elevators, "So anyway if you like the room, we’ll give it to you at the price of a regular room, since I won’t be able to book it for full price this late." As we entered the room, I wondered just how much this room normally cost; I was thinking probably about $300 or more a night. The room was laid out as a small apartment. As we entered to the right was a small kitchen area complete with refrigerator, sink and everything. To the left was a bathroom, with separate shower & tub, and dual sinks. The shower was one of those with two showerheads & looked large enough for 6 people. The bathtub was a sunken marble tub that looked equally large.
As we entered the next area room, there was an entertainment center complete with a surround sound system, a 32" TV, with DVD & VCR players; a selection of movies was neatly arrayed, on a shelf on the table next to it, and a 6 CD changer. There was also big comfortable looking couch and chairs, and in the corner by a large picture window was a hot tub, that was even larger than the tub in the bathroom. The walls were tastefully wallpapered in a muted pastel & floral pattern, with what looked like original paintings, hung on the wall. Then through a set of folding mirrored doors, was the bedroom. The size of the room, almost made the king size bed look small. There was plenty of room around it even with a nightstand on both sides, and a dresser at the foot. All the furniture was cherry, and on the dresser sat another 32" TV, also with DVD & VCR players. Through a door off to the right, was a half bath. I walked back out to the other room, and opened the curtain as I looked outside from 20 stories up; I spoke to the manager and said, "We’ll take it." He replied, "Great I’ll call down and have your bags sent up." As he stepped into the bedroom to use the phone, Angel came up beside me, and I pulled her in front of me, so I could hold her, as we gazed out at the snow covered countryside. I whispered to her, "this is almost as good as being on a real honeymoon with you."

We came back to the real world as the doorbell rang. It was the bellman with the bags, and a waiter with a cart. As the bellman carried the bags into the bedroom, and placed them on the bed, the waiter rolled the tray into the sitting room and unloaded it on the table. The manager thanked us and left. As the bellman & the waiter were leaving I tipped them. When I turned back, I saw Angel carrying stuff into the full size bathroom. While I waited to hear the sound of water running, I took a look at what had been on the cart, A dozen, red, long stem roses, champagne, and a plate of strawberries. I heard the sound of water running in the shower by this time, so I took my clothes off, and went to join Angel. As I entered the bathroom, I noticed the Victoria’s Secret Bags tucked away under the shelf. As I went to get in the shower with Angel, I saw the outline of her body silhouetted against the frosted glass. As I stood there admiring the way her lithe body moved, and it excited me. Smiling to myself I quietly slid the shower door open, and got in the shower with her, stepping up behind her, I pressed my erection into the small of her back, and I wrapped my arms around her. I asked her, "Need any help washing your back?"

In response she just leaned back against me and asked, "What took you so long?" I kissed her on the neck, as I took the soap from her. Working up a good lather, I worked my hands from her neck down to her shoulders. As I did she kept pressing and moving her wet smooth skin against me, keeping me in an aroused state. After massaging her neck & shoulders, I slid my hands down to her breasts, washing them in a circling motion, as I worked my way from the base to the nipples of her firm breasts. I allowed myself to pinch her nipples & play with her breasts. I loved the feeling of having them sliding against my hands, and watching the suds come and go as I moved my hands, and the water sprayed against them. Finally I moved my hands down to her belly, where I enjoyed the feeling of the slight roundness of it under my hands. After several explorations up and down her belly that just grazed the triangle down below, I moved my hands down between her legs. As I washed and played with her, I could tell that all the moisture I was feeling wasn’t just soap and water. Stepping back I pulled Angel with me, so that the flow of the water would be working on her, at the same time as my fingers were.

As I was exploring her folds, she began to moan, and leaned back even harder against me as she was leaning back she arched her neck, exposing it for my lips to explore. The combination of my lips on her neck, the force of the water coupled with my fingers working on her pussy was quickly driving her to the edge. I moved my fingers up to her clit, and worked them faster in response to her moans. When she came, it caused her to push back against me so hard, that it caused me to stumble backwards. I barely kept my balance keeping us from falling over. After we both had regained our balance, she turned to face me, and kissed me deeply. As we kissed, I became aware of an urgent need of my own. Her amazing lightness came in handy, as I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up. I lowered her just enough to impale her on my erection. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around me. Stepping forward, I kept one arm wrapped around her, and leaned against the wall with my other arm for support. In this position, I began to pump in & out of her, recognizing that with my need so great that, this would be a short interlude, that would relieve the pressure, so I could take my time later, to ensure that I was giving her my best.

After a few quick thrusts, I thrust into her as deep & as hard as I could, I came so hard, that I thought I was going to hurt something. After I had finished, we actually washed each other off. I enjoyed tracing my hands long every inch of her skin, as I washed Angel’s body from her face to her toes. Then I proceeded to wash her hair. I poured some of her strawberry scented shampoo into my hand, and began to work it into her hair. As I ran my hands, through her hair, I noticed how much darker it became when wet, than her pubic hair. I ran my hands through the long tresses, making sure to get them all soaped up. After her locks were thoroughly cleansed, I took a little more shampoo, and with it began to massage her scalp. I gently used my fingers, slowly increasing the force as she got into it. When I had finished, I had her tilt her head back into the spray, so I could rinse her hair out. As I did, I found my fingers repeatedly pulling through her hair tugging lightly as I daydreamed about how it would feel to spend the rest of my life with her in it. When I was finished she began to wash me. I loved the way that her hands, seemed to find my sorest spots, and ease the pain. When she was finished, I sighed and held her tight, wishing that there were more to do. Then inspiration struck me, "Would you like me to shave your legs?" 

"Yes DJ, I think that would be nice," was Angel’s answer. So I reached over and turned the water away from us, and grabbed the shaving cream. Squirting a generous helping in my hands, I spread the shaving cream from her ankles up to the tops of her thighs, with a slow sensuous motion, tracing along her erogenous zones as I worked my way upwards. Once I had her legs completely covered, I found that I have overdone the shaving cream. Looking up at Angel, with a mischievous smile, I said, "Lets save this for later, we might need more." With that, I swiped the extra on her pubic hairs. I then took a razor out of the package. Starting with her left leg, I began shaving her from the ankle up. I would shave a few inches, rinse off the razor, and then continue shaving her leg. It was almost like unwrapping a present, because with each swipe of the razor, more and more of her legs were revealed. After I was over the calve, I started letting my hand trace up over the bare skin, ostensibly to make sure I hadn’t missed any spots, but in reality to enjoy the sensations that touching her warm skin brought to me. As I made my way onto her upper thigh, I was very careful when shaving up into where her legs met. After all I wouldn’t want to damage anything important! Having finished that leg, I proceeded to kiss my way up it, enjoying the way the lotion and the razor had left it silky smooth. When I kissed her inner thigh, I noticed that the shaving cream on her mound was beginning to drip, evidence that she was enjoying my assistance in shaving her legs. I then began to shave the right leg following the same series of steps. However I did add some variations, like kissing the insides of her knees, and both thighs when I had reached top of her right leg. After both legs were completed, I was running both hands, up and down her smooth legs. As I neared the top, I stopped when my hands were on her inner thighs, and said, "Oops I missed a spot. Better let me fix that."

I grabbed a fresh razor, and got it wet, then carefully brought it to the top of her mound. Looking up at Angel, I searched her face for any sign to stop. She just smiled and said, "Go ahead." Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I placed the razor at the top of her pubic hairs. With smooth, short strokes, I began shaving her. I concentrated at first on the middle area of her mound, rinsing the razor after each stroke. As I shaved her, her pussy lips became visible, and as I worked they began to part a little, and I could see the beads of moisture forming between them. The urge to slip my tongue between her lips and taste those beads of moisture was so great that only the knowledge that if I stopped I wouldn’t be able to finish, kept me going. With a few more strokes, there was a bare steak right down the middle. To get the areas close to her legs, I had to have her spread her legs. So I had Angel prop her left leg up on my shoulder. When I leaned back, I could gaze down, the length of her leg, my eyes following the curves down to the v where heaven awaits. I began to shave around her left leg, and as I shaved her, I became more & more excited as I exposed more of her previously hidden skin. By the time I had finished shaving her left side, I was fighting the temptation to hurry up, so I could bury my face between her legs. I knew however that my patience would be rewarded in time. As I had her switch legs, I could see how excited she had become, the drops of moisture, I had seen earlier, had become a flood, rising almost over her parted lips. Taking another deep breath, I began shaving around Angel’s right leg, as I did, I almost began to quiver in anticipation of seeing her completely bare. As I was about ready to shave the last patch, my hand began to shake with excitement. I steadied my hand, and when I was confident that I could do this, I finally took the final stroke. I tossed the razor to one corner of the shower, grabbed a washcloth and wiped the last traces of shaving cream, and hairs away.
Right in front of my eyes she is completely exposed to me. It’s like looking at some exotic flower. Yet one unlike any other I’ve ever seen before. The closest flower I can compare it to is an orchid, beautiful, rare, desired by many, but possessed by few. Her normal scent had been washed away, replaced by the soft aroma of the soap, and shaving gel. Placing an arm around her waist, I pull her closer so my face is almost buried in between her legs. I plant a kiss upon her, enjoying how smooth the skin is, with no hairs to stick me. I slide my tongue up & down her parted lips, pressing them open wider as I go. Then I slide it inside of her, searching, probing for that magical spot that will wed her to me body & soul. As I probe her depths, she pulled my head in closer to her body, and tightened the grip of her leg against my back. Her cries become more urgent & echoed against the shower walls, I knew I found that spot. As her cries become more frantic, my tongue kept pace with her, moving faster & faster as she drew closer to her release. With a massive shudder, she pulled my face tighter against her, so tight I wonder how I can breathe. However, I kept at it, this time slowly dropping the pace to bring her down, from her peak. I only stop when she can’t take anymore, and pushes me away. After she unhooked her leg, she took a step back and slowly slid down, slumping against the shower wall, tilting her back, letting the water wash over her face and body. Looking down at her I realize, how much I have come to love this woman in these few short days. 

I stepped to her, running my hand over her hair. When she recovered, looking up at me with those blue-grey eyes, she knelt in front of me & started to take me in her mouth. This was not, what I had in mind, so I stepped back, and shut off the water. Then I scooped her up in my arms, and carried her out to the bed. Once there, I laid her on the bed and grabbed the champagne and the strawberries. Pouring us each a glass, I raised my glass and gave this toast, "To the woman who has saved my life and shown me how to live again, I pledge my love." We clinked glasses and sipped at our champagne. I took a strawberry, and held it to Angel’s lips. As I fed her the strawberry, I gazed into her eyes and saw the reflection of my love for her. As the last of the strawberry slid between her lips, she pulled my head down to hers, and kissed me deeply. I could taste the strawberry on her lips, and on her tongue when she slipped it in between my lips. The kiss seemed to linger on forever, and when we finally parted it was as if I was a part of me had been severed. Picking up another strawberry, I let her take a bite, then I pulled it away.  I took it and slowly drew a line down her neck to her breasts, swirling it around each nipple, and sliding it down over her belly, circling her belly button. Continuing on down to her newly bare mound, and it was there that I found a home for that lucky strawberry. I began to kiss & flick my tongue along the trail I had made. When I got to her breasts, I paused, grabbed my champagne glass and tipping it, let a little of the champagne run down over each nipple. Then dripping a little down over her belly, it pooled in her belly button, and then trickled down into the V between her legs. Setting my glass aside, I began to drink the champagne from her naked body. Taking my time I made sure to get every drop from her breasts, enjoying the unique taste of champagne, strawberry, and her. Nuzzling between her breasts, I lapped up the champagne that had pooled there, and then I followed the trail down over her belly, stopping to drink the pooled champagne. When I reached the V between her legs, I poured more champagne over her, and lowered my face between her legs, and used my tongue to lap up the champagne that had mixed with her natural nectar. As I started probing her depths with my tongue, I found the strawberry; I had hidden within her folds, and sucked it into my mouth. As I did, I felt a tug on my legs, glancing back at Angel, I saw what she had in mind, and swung my leg over her, so that I was straddling her body, with my cock poised above her face. I felt a cool sensation, on my cock and knew that Angel was following my example with the strawberry. As she pulled me down, to her waiting mouth, I resumed my explorations of her depths. It was hard to concentrate on my attempts to please her, with the sensation of her lips and mouth surrounding me as her tongue worked its magic on me. 
After I was sure that I had gotten every drop of champagne that I could, I became so eager & ready for her that I practically leapt off of her so I could turn around and take her. I didn’t waste any time, I just lifted her legs up over my shoulders and slid inside of her. I began pumping for all I was worth. We both knew that it wouldn’t take me long to explode, with all the waiting I had been doing. Soon enough, I gave a final thrust and curried myself inside of her as my passion exploded deep within her. After I pulled loose, I lay down beside her and pulled her into my arms, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. We lay there cuddling and kissing and watching old movies, until we fell asleep.

The next morning I was awakened, to a knocking at the door. "Who is it?" I asked. The answer was "Room Service." "Be right there," I called out. I grabbed a robe to put on, and awakened Angel with a soft kiss and whispered, "As much as I hate to say it, you better go put something on, room service is here with breakfast." Angel stretched, and unashamedly walked naked across the room and into the bathroom. I didn’t move until I lost sight of her completely. Then I went and let the waiter into the room. I had the waiter set the food up in the sitting room, so we could gaze out the picture window as we ate. After I tipped him, and he left. I went to the bathroom door, and poked my head in. Angel was in the shower. "Breakfast is ready" "Give me a minute" she replied. With a smile I offered, "Breakfast can wait, I could join you." "No, I’ll be out in a minute, close the door and no peeking!"

I went back out & sat down. I was gazing out the window, when I heard a rustling of cloth behind me. I turned around and there she stood. Her auburn hair was hanging loose about her, framing that beautiful face and those sexy blue-grey eyes. She was wearing a long gown that swirled about her feet. It was a royal purple gown, with a deep v of lace, that hinted of the treasures to be found underneath it, and a long slit up her left leg that went all the way up to her hip, so that with every step, I got a wonderful view of her leg. We sat there eating and talking about what we should do that day. I kept getting distracted, because Angel was running the ball of her foot up & down my leg. By the time breakfast was over, I knew exactly how I wanted to start the morning! As Angel got up to remove the dishes, I stood up and turned my chair towards the window, then shrugged out of my robe. When Angel turned around, she saw me, her smile continued right on up into the twinkle in her eyes. She started to pull her nightgown off, and I said, "Leave it on, and come here." As she stepped in front of me, I lifted her gown around her waist & pulled her forward so she was straddling the chair and me. With a deft motion, she lowered herself on me, and let the gown fall all around us. I loved the feeling of the satin moving against my skin, and the warm wetness of her, as she rocked up and down. I ran my hands up and down her back, enjoying the texture of the material under my fingertips. Being this close, I could see the outline of her breasts through the lace. As we had a night to rest up, there was no immediate hurry, I could enjoy the feeling of Angel’s movements as she lifted herself up and then lowered herself to me. When she was almost standing up, I was barely in her & felt a relatively cool breeze on my shaft, and when she sank down onto me, all I felt was a velvety warm wetness surrounding and clutching me. As we were making love, over her shoulder I could see the sun begin to rise into the December sky. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of bliss, I was nearing the point of orgasm. I started bucking my hips up, as I pulled down on Angel’s waist urging her to go faster & faster, as I neared the peak. Finally with a guttural moan, I pulled down as tight as I could on her at the same time as I pushed into her as hard as I could. I could feel myself spasm inside of her, letting forth my cum deep into her. As I relaxed, I pulled her tight to me and held her. A little while later, she pulled back, kissing me on the lips, softly yet very passionately, feeling as though she was reaching deep into my soul, she then stood up, and my still semi-hard cock slid out of her.