2 comments/ 32113 views/ 2 favorites Seasons By: Tabby JJ Kitty Early June There's a big party at your colleague's house on Martha's Vineyard. You and your wife are staying in a near by inn. The two of you enter wearing your khaki best, bearing a bucket of clams you pried form the sand that morning. You present it to the host who laughs, gratefully accepts your gift and introduces you to his cousin, in for the weekend - Me, dressed 100% LA in a mini skirt, heels and a very too small bikini top. That top just barely covers my areolas – that's about all it's good for. We recognize each other, you and I. I cast you a smirky sideways glance as I take your clam bucket from my cousin and nod a polite hello to your wife. I take the bucket to the kitchen - guess I'm shucking clams tonight - . Your wife notices that you're flushed and asks if you're ok. You dismiss her concern. My cousin shows you in and offers you a drink. You and your wife both request gin & tonic but I come in with one for her and a dry martini for you. She looks at me funny - like how did I know your other favorite drink? "He just looked like he needed one," I say, laughing, then I wink and go back to the kitchen. You're flustered, already getting kind of hard from seeing me in that outfit. Your wife takes a mental note and asks my cousin where I went to school - turns out she and I were at Wellesley at the same time – she knows who I am - not a lot of black women at Wellesley. You groan and sit down. Lucky for you, she found someone she knew from Choat and leaves you alone. You down your drink and breathe a sigh of relief. Now it's time for you to find me - and you do, in the kitchen chasing the last lobster across the room and into the pot. I'm bent over and my tits are bulging out of my bikini top, jiggling as I go, my ass is in the air and you see that I'm wearing nothing underneath that little skirt. My naked, freshly Brazilian waxed pussy winks at you. You're unraveled. What if Janice catches you in here at all? You decide to help me chase the lobster, there's an excuse: damsel in distress. So, you get on all 4's and crawl around the kitchen with me. Finally, you catch it. Your hand is on the lobster and I'm hovered over you with my tits swaying in your face, close to your face, you can smell me, sunscreen, sweat & seafood - New England summer. You can't hide what's happening in your shorts. Hmm, tented madras... "Nice to see you," you say, awkward, flushed, panting a bit. Taking the lobster, I lean forward, whispering, "nice to see you too" into your ear. I stand, you're still on the floor. You can see right up my little skirt, see my pussy. You salivate. I step forward, spreading my legs and standing right over you. I toss the unfortunate crustacean into the pot and stand still so that your head is under my skirt. You look up, breathe in the scent of my readiness, reach with your hand toward my clit and touch it lightly - you can't help yourself. You tell me it's pretty. You stroke it, fascinated, watching it moisten. Then you slip in a finger - you're surprised at how tight it is - so tight! You work in another one and rise to your knees. You move your fingers around inside me as best you can as my twat clenches your digits to near immobility. With your eager tongue, you lick my clit, tasting me - it feels very good. You feel me slicken around your fingers, under your tongue. You suck my puffy clit 'till it stands out from my folds, you lick it, suck it, pull it with your teeth, then release it and tell me how pretty it is, then you lick and suck some mere. Oh My!. Your tongue is fiery and fast, soft and dare I say, eloquent in my labia. Keeping your 2 fingers inside me, you stand up , sliding you free hand up my body along my bare flat belly, to my heavy breasts. You kneed one and slide it free from the top. You set to sucking it, teasing my stiff nipple with your tongue. Mmmm, God! You move your fingers in and out of my wetness, pinch my clit. Then you release the other boob, feel the weight, suck on that, harder, Harder! Yes. I feel it with my clit. It's like they're the same thing. oh! oh! mmm oh! My legs are shaking. You pause, watching me tremble under your hands, then you kiss me, long and slow, tongues twisting while you're fucking me with you hand. I've melted entirely. You back me up into the kitchen table where You sit me at the prefect height for your cock. I unbutton your shorts and look into your eyes. "Nice to see you," I say pulling out your glorious dick. It looks fantastic, so big and full and throbbing and pointing right at me ready to go. You enter me, finally. I'm so wet and tight you shiver form the sensation of my walls pressing around you. Oh god! You feel so good. Your cock may be the single greatest physical sensation I've ever experienced. I stifle a loud moan. Wow! We move rhythmically with each other, my legs around your waist, hips grinding together, dancing. Wow. You can't stand it any longer and you lay me back on the table, throw my legs up around your neck and just fuck me hard. I like it. I demand more. Maybe it's the thought of being discovered by your wife, my cousin and 50 colleagues, I don't know, but you are doing me raw and I'm trying not to scream from the thrill. The table is creaking beneath us as you drive your cock into my slick little hole. All I want is more. You cum hot and hard inside me. I scream and fall off the table, drippy with your love goo. Woo! You wipe me up and we get ourselves together just as your wife comes in to see what the noise is and if anyone's hurt. You tell her about the lobster and she leaves the room in disbelief. You tell me that you have to be careful... It's well after midnight now. I'm sitting on a blanket on my cousin's private piece of beach. I'm wearing a little, thin, white sundress, nothing more. The air is a little chilly, the island, quiet and I'm wondering where you are. It's dark and you can see a figure in white passing back and forth, breeze rippling the dress. You know it's me. You've got a bottle of Pino Noir (which we've been drinking long before the movie Sideways!) 2 glasses, strawberries & whipped cream in a plastic grocery bag. It rustles in the wind but it sounds no different than the grasses and reeds blowing. I can't see. I hear a slight clink when you set bag on the blanket. Before I can react to the sound you've embraced me around my waist from behind. You've picked me up, spun me around and lustfully lain me down on the blanket, covering me with your body. You kiss me passionately. I'm already lost. We're secluded so no one can barge in. The sexual tension built up from the day flows through you and into your kisses. You've got me hot, wet and ready just from the kissing! Oh, you're so good! You're so over come with your new found freedom and my nakedness, that you forget the refreshments you brought and run your hand up my soft supple leg right to my hairless pussy - you feel me ready - you cant believe it and you kiss me more to increase it. And then we, oh! You can't stand it, you have to slide a finger in, I clench it , you can't believe that I'm still so tight after all the sex we've had today. You shudder with excitement. Our tongues dance. I suck your tongue into my mouth like it's your dick. You feel it in your pants, I feel it on my thigh - oh my! You're delicious! You reach into the bag and pull out a strawberry. You run it along my lips but pull it away when I try to bite it. You're teasing my mouth with it. You put it in your mouth and keep teasing me with the end of it - You're getting me so hot!. You still have a finger inside me and you can feel my slick inner walls close in on it, you move it in and out, teasing me in 2 ways and I'm going crazy! Finally, you hold the berry still and let me eat it from your mouth, we both kind of eat it at the same time – so sensuous! God, I want you! You take your finger out of my pussy, I spread my legs as if I'm asking for you to put it back. I moan in need. You open the bottle of wine and slide my dress up to expose my tits and stomach, you pause for a moment to admire them in the moon light. You give each of my very erect nipples a playful pinch - mmm! - you pull a little - another tease. Please, pull it harder...oooh! I want you to do something to make me cum - I'm so turned on! You kneed my tits some watching them wobble under the moon. "Beautiful" you whisper, mashing them around with your hands. I'm swooning, wanting more. Forgetting what else you planed to do, you go right ahead and suck the left one so hard I feel it in my clit, I cry out again, you bite and nibble some, blow, while you're squeezing the other one - hard. Oh, God, I want to cum! Make me cum, baby, please!! You stop and you pick up another strawberry - it's huge - you tease my pussy lips with it, whistling. I open my pussy as wide as I can - at this point I'll take anything in there. You hold me open just a bit and insert the strawberry so that the green to is sticking out a bit. You've plugged my hole with the berry. "No matter what happens," you whisper," don't squish it." So now I've got to concentrate on not crushing this berry in my vice-like cooch, and you go back to sucking and teasing my nipples - oh god! You take another berry and run it up and down my clit whispering, "prefect, perfect," you lay one berry on each nipple and tell me not to let them fall off, all the while stroking my clit with the berry. Then, you take the open bottle of wine and pour it into the dip of my belly and you drink it off using your tongue like a feather to teasing my skin even more, I'm crying out loudly. It's a good thing we're not near any one. Then you kiss me again, on the mouth, still running the berry on my clit - I may explode! I'm screaming. You feel so good! You take the wine and pour it over my pussy. You watch it trickle down into all of my creases and crevices. You lick around the inserted berry, tasting wine mixed with pussy - you wonder why they don't sell this as a cocktail in the trendy bars! mmm! Pussy Wine Berry Cocktail. You feel so very, very good, and you are loving the taste of me as you eat the berry out my hole, filling you face with berry juice and girl-cum. You love it. You're fucking me with your tongue - oh it's so, it's so good, so good! mmm! But I can't move too much because I have to keep those cool berries on my wavering tits - oh I want more! Then you comeback up, eat the berries of my tits while sucking each nipple in the process, I'm positively shaking. You kiss me again, I'm cumming now, my legs are flailing everywhere. I'm gasping for air. You are so totally turned on, but you have one more trick. Kneeling over me, you pull out your giant, hard, throbbing, beautiful cock, cover it with whipped cream and place 3 small berries on it . "Have at it," you say. Oh my! this is my 1st experience with food and sex and I'm not sure what to make of it. You look fantastic. Shirt off, muscles glinting in the moonlight - oy! - I sit up, and with little pecks of my lips and tiny flicks of my tongue, I slowly remove the whipped cream from your cock. I reach underneath and massage you behind your balls - oh, yeah – You're enjoying it. You run your fingers through my hair whispering, "yeah...babe...mmmm". I find the tip of your penis through the whipped topping and I suck on it gently - as if I'm tentative. I take the 1st berry with my mouth and mush it around so that when I get more of you in my mouth you can feel the berry juice swirling around. You like this. I do it with each one - not swallowing the pulp and juice so that you can have the feeling on your dick. I have your whole shaft in my mouth and I'm going a little stronger - oh, you're shaking! I suck harder. You yank it out of my mouth, bend down and kiss me hard. "Oh God! Please fuck me!" I cry. You do, you put your dick right inside me I'm so wet and tight you can't believe it. You're banging me really hard and I demand more – harder. You flip me around so you can see yourself going in and out of me. You're turned on even more as you look at my pretty round ass and your cock going in and out of my tight, little cunny. You reach around and rub my clit fast and hard I'm absolutely screaming at this point - please don't stop! You take another hand and grab one of my flopping tits, you pinch and squeeze and twist. I can't get enough of you -you can't believe that I can possibly be getting wetter but I am - you turn me on so so much - I'm crying, it feels so good. I reach around and get you in that underneath spot and you cant hold on any longer. You cum hard, in hot pulsing spurts. You cum for a long time, I cum with you, we're both screaming in ecstasy. Ohh! You feel oh my oh go- oh you shit oh fuck oh oh! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAArrrrrrrrrrGGGGGGGGGGG nnnnnnnnnnnth aaaaaaaplaaaaaK! and I fall to the ground and you collapse on top of me until sunrise... August It's a hot summer evening and we meet at a nearly empty restaurant by the Harbor. You're already there at an outside table with your laptop and product info and I walk up to you in my thin breezy, white cotton sundress. You have on a tight logo t-shirt and thin linen pants. You look fantastic under the moon. There's a box at your feet. I lean in to kiss you hello and you pull me onto your lap so that I'm straddling your leg. You kiss me long and deep and hard like you haven't seen me in a hundred years. You pass your hands allover me feeling that I have NOTHING on underneath. You put you lips on one of my nipples through the fabric, slide your hand up my thigh and touch me – yes, there I am, slick and ready. You pull your face out my chest to see how you made my nipples stand erect in the now damp fabric. You flick a nip with your tongue while you rub my clit with your thumb. I swoon arching backwards. You're squeezing my breasts around your face, rolling them around in the rough fabric, sucking me through my dress. You then run your hand down the length of my torso, then slip a finger inside me, the way you like to do, on a delicate, exploratory mission. Oh, you feel good! With your free hand on my back you guide me forward so we can kiss again, less urgently this time slow and deep and sensuous like we have all the time in the world and this is all we have to do. You remove your finger from inside me and bring both hands to my breasts which you kneed rolling the nipples between your fingers. I can feel on my leg how hard you are. Then you stop, kiss me briefly. "Hello" you say smiling into my eyes. "Hello back" I whisper. You guide me off of your lap, pick up the package in one hand and take my hand in the other. "What about dinner?" I ask. You say nothing. We walk briskly for a bit then we board a boat. A mid sized sail boat. We sit on the deck and you open the package. You've got champagne and sandwiches and berries. You pop the cork and set up the food. How nice! All at the company's expense! We eat a bit and talk shop, but not for long. The champagne gets to my head very quickly and I fall into a fit of giggles. You kiss me to stop it, and I spill my drink on your lovely linen pants. Aw. I lay down on the boat and unzip your fly with my teeth. Yeah, you've been hard for a while. Seeing your bulge excites me, and I reach in with both hands a scoop it out. God! what a good looking' thing that is! I've got your cock and balls hanging out of your pants and boxers, waving in the summer moonlight and I'm laying flat on the boat with my head over your entire manly apparatus. I can't hold out much any longer, so I open my mouth, and sllllooooowwwwwly slide it down your cock, my tongue flat against the sensitive underside. You sigh and lean back as I come up and run the tip of my tongue around the edges of the head, slowly, lightly, almost tickling you in the humid night. I lightly kiss the tip, sucking just the very end before running my tongue around the edge again. I prop my self on an elbow so that I can cup your balls the way you like, as I do this slow light dick licking.... Then, I take the whole thing in my mouth as I cup your balls, easily going up and down on your shaft in light rhythm, you feel the back of my throat and it closes on the head like my pussy does when I'm cumming – You moan, run your hands down my back squeezing my ass, hiking up my dress so you can see my ass under the moon. I feel you get thicker in my mouth. I bob my head up and down more vigorously on your dick as I reach round and touch your underneath part.. You shake. I feel your cock expand more, you caress my cheek and guide me off, but my hand still strokes you at the under part. You don't want to come just yet but you like my hand there. You bend down and kiss me, sliding your hand down the top of my dress and feel my heavy, buoyant breasts. You sit me up. I let go of you as you tug at my dress whispering, "Loose this." I unzip the dress and wiggle myself out so that I'm there on my knees, in front of you, naked in the moonlight on a boat deck in the harbor mere feet from the restaurant of our rendez vous. You get yourself out of your pants and t-shirt and I see all of you on your knees, dick out, erect in the moonlight on the boat deck. We stare at each other a while, amazed by our boldness. You move forward and kiss me again, running your hands all over me, I do the same to you. I lay back and you press my tits together, mash them around with palm of your hands, roughly, admiringly. You straddle my body above my waist and lay your saliva-slick cock between my mounds, press them around you, looking me in the eyes to see if it's ok , twist my nipples. I sigh, and nod, raising my head to watch you as you rock yourself back and forth. Your hot shaft slides in and out between them, peaking out at the top near my chin, then disappearing. You're breathing heavily now driving yourself, happily covered in titflesh. I stick my tongue out to lick your cockhead as it appears. I know you love it. You go faster when you feel my mouth. I take hold of my breasts myself so that you can move faster. I hold them tightly around you, squeezing my nipples hard between my fingers, sucking you into my mouth as you go. Your balls shrink up, cock thickens, you're ready, you can't help it , faster, faster, faster, faster, then – AAAAGGGGHHH! You blow your wad in my mouth on my face and allover my jostling tits. You open your eyes, gaze upon me, and kiss my cum-filled lips, thankful. I smile, lick, your jiz from my chin and massage it into my breasts. "Beautiful," you whisper, and kiss me again. You have me sit back on my elbows, legs spread in front of you so you can see that tight pussy of mine you like so much. You admire it touch it tenderly with your fingers then you lay down on the deck of the boat and lick me. Starting from the bottom and going to the top with your tongue that you flick around my swollen clit. You get it between your lips and suck. I gasp, swooning. You reach up and grab my breast, pinching and pulling a nipple as you suck me, so hard, as if you're trying to fit the entire thing into you mouth -holy shit! I want to scream! I love this. It's like they're connected and more intense. Oh my god! You're licking me again, flicking my clit again with your tongue, you taste my wetness, lick it up running, tongue allover my pussy. I'm writhing, making the boat bob in the water. You slide your hands up and down my things and you pull your head back to look at my glistening wet pussy in the moonlight. You notice the boat rocking and smile at me. We have a good laugh before you put your head back between my thighs – oh my god!. You come you for air, whispering, "I HAVE to be inside you." I nod, unable to speak and you sit down cross legged on the deck of this boat we're on. I crawl over and sit on your lap facing you. You kiss me again, I can feel your dick looking for the right place to go you suck on one of my tits and I rock my hips to catch your dick with my pussy, they finally find each other and you easily slide inside me, gently at first - oh! you feel good! you're bigger than usual. You're stretching my tight little pussy today. Oh god! you feel so right inside me, I've been aching for this all day! Seasons You pull me closer, my legs wrapped around your back completely. You move your arms so that my legs are around your neck and your hands are supporting my back. My hands are flat on the deck as I push to get as much of you in me as I can I'm squeezing my pussy muscles tight around your cock like it precious. Oh my goodness! We sit like that moving some, letting the boat do most of the work. Then, I start to shake and cry. You feel so amazing inside me, such wild jolts of effervescent energy rattle though me from your immobile organ, that I'm cumming already. You feel my wetness increase as my pussy starts grabbing at the head of your dick. You can't take it any more and in one crazy weird move, you flip me around to your favorite doggie style, without your dick falling out of me. Once I'm on hands and knees, you, so turned on that your shaking, pound me hard. I love it and push back to get more of you every time you reach over and rub my clit to make me even hotter and you're slamming me so hard, we both want so badly to cry out. I breathing your name to concentrate until, finally you cry out: "I love this pussy!" As your banging me and the boat is rocking, water is getting on the deck. Part of our picnic has rolled off into the harbor. Oh my god!. I touch your cock as you go in and out of me, this turns me on so much and your are having a grand old time with your now giant dick slamming in and out an in and out of my tight little slit on the deck of a boat in the moonlight - whoo! I start to cum hard and I am crying out I can't help it any more. It's just too much, and my legs are shaking and my tits are slapping on the deck and you're fucking the hell out of me talking dirty, loudly calling out how good you feel we're aware of nothing but sensation then finally you start coming too in giant geyser bursts inside me hotter than the weather, you're still fucking me as you watch your cum ooze out of my hole 'cause you're still coming! I'm writhing and shaking and crying and hollering and then you stop and I convulse 2 more times and you collapse on top of me as you shrink inside me then you roll off. In the distance, by the restaurant, we hear applause... Late September The crisp, autumnal air has made us randy indeed. It's a fabulous weekend to pick apples. We arrive at the apple place and crunch through leaves to the orchard - oh what a lovely Indian summer day! I climb a tree and start throwing apples at you to catch in the bag. I'm wearing a light, swishy skirt with absolutely nothing underneath my thin top is not quite warm enough for this crisp day and you see my gumdrop nipples poking though in the cool air. Swinging from the branches laughing and I toss apples at you. You look up at me, as you catch apples and glimpses up my skirt, laughing too. I jump out of that tree and climb another - this one's sturdier and you leave your apple bag on the ground to join me. We're sanding high upon a study branch, you lean me up against the trunk and kiss me hard, hotly in the afternoon sun. I swoon. You slide a hand round my hips and under my skirt, holding my taut thigh in your hand, you look me in the eyes. We breathe together. I know what you want to do and I kiss you back , hard, my tongue probing your mouth on a mission. Carefully, you slip your hand under my knee and raise it to you shoulder - oh yes...I shudder with anticipation. I get my hand to your fly, unzip your pants and pull out your hardening cock. I raise my hips to get it inside me. You wrap my other leg around your waist , get your dick in me real well. I'm holding on to the tree trunk with my arms behind me and my legs around you like human origami. You kiss me again, feeling my wet womanhood tight around your stiff cock. Carefully, you move your hips as you balance in the tree supporting me. You fuck me up there gently, 6 feet off the ground, shaking fruit from the limbs. It feels good, but we both want more, so I bring my legs down and turn to face the trunk. You raise my skirt caressing my bare ass , smack it once, smile and reinsert your throbbing cock deep - ohh! I bend over to get more of you. My hands are high up on the tree trunk and my ass is out further as I bend over more to feel you deeply - it's not as hard for us to balance this way and you thrust again - soo deep - ohh! that's good. you do it again- OoH! I cry out. you're getting me in all my places! You thrust in and out slowly at first in kind of a stirring motion, hips rolling in circles on my ass that you slap it as you enter - OOH! Yes, baby I want more - you hasten your speed - just a little - Ohh! OOH! that's nice baby, more, more, please, baby, more - you caress my ass, whack it, then start to full on fuck me. You lean back and support your self with one hand on the branch behind you, get your arm around my waist and start fucking the hell out me, pulling me down onto your cock. The tree is shaking like mad but we hold our ground - Oh, oh , oh , Yess, Baby! Make me cum in a tree! I'm bouncing up and down on you as you fuck me back wildly, almost loosing your footing. I hold your cock tight inside me. Tight like the safety of our perch depends on it, Yeah! ohh! Dam it now. Fuck me harder! whoo! I feel your dick getting bigger. You want to blow. You're on the cusp. I can feel it. Then, before you know what has happened, I jump out of the tree and go running toward a field. you can't believe what just happened. You try to cram you giant stiffy back into your pants but give up. Putting your shirttail over your unrequited cock, you jump out of the tree to find me in the field. I've laid down in a meadow hidden by long grasses and wilting wild flowers. I see you and laugh. You stand above me with you unfinished cock. I reach up and touch you balls, you stroke yourself. I stop. You kneel down and kiss me, take off my shirt. you watch my breasts in the sun. Pinching my nipples, you know how it turns me on, you kiss me, you kneed my breasts, squeeze them together and slide your giant dick in between them you tease my nipples as you rock your cock between my jiggling breasts it gets closer and closer to my mouth grazing my bottom lip I flick my tongue at the tip a sit brushes by. This excites you. You stiffen. I know how close you are. I'm careful to tease lightly as you fuck my tits I open my mouth and draw you in deep running my tongue along the shaft tickling and teasing, you drop my tits so you can balance over my mouth drawing your self in and out as I suck it. My pussy is feeling so neglected, I have to touch it myself. You don't notice at first, but my breathing has gotten heavier. I release your cock from my mouth and just lick the tip. You're not sure what's happened , then you see me with my 2 fingers in my cooch. you know how hot and ready I must be, so you slide down my body and watch me a moment. Slowly, you draw my fingers out of me. I'm writhing with need. I need something inside me so badly. I'm begging you. Smiling, you lick the pussy juices from my hand the way I lick your cock, you touch my clit. I shudder with ecstasy hmmm... "Are you ready baby?" you ask me. "Yes pleeeease," I say. You burry your dick inside me and fuck me as hard as I need it, as I demand it. Oh yes baby, thank you! My pussy needs it! Yes, more please, more! I raise my hips to get more of you deeper. You catch me under my ass, wrapping my legs around your neck as you twist my nipples at the same time. I'm howling and writhing with pleasure by now - oh god! please don't ever stop this it's too good! oh so good! I'm crying. You got all my spots. I wrap 2 fingers around the base of your dick so I can feel you slam in and out of me. whoo! I love it , you love it. Your cum I pinch back a little, giving us more time. Mmm o-o-oh. Uh-huh... I clench you from inside then I stoke under your balls. This sends you over the top. You feel it in the back of your spine, down your toes, you cry out and shudder, cumming inside me in ecstatic jets, I scream for more and you bring it, cumming like an unwieldy fire hose untapped. You hold on to my legs around your neck, standing from the force emitting form your wild penis. Oh yessss! My pussy has held you so very tight this whole time milking forth your might fluids you can't believe how long it's lasting. It's made you high. You finish and need to collapse but my pussy won't let you go just yet as it contracts around your shrinking cock, sending mad waves of bliss though me - aftershocks and I'm flailing and shaking and screaming and your dick retreats finally you must expire in the grass next to me. I spasm a few more times, your hand on my stomach to feel the action and then we lay, curled up in each other's privates, in the sun, the grasses and the afternoon... After Thanksgiving but before Xmas We've gone up to Vermont for a weekend and it's been snowing and everything looks like a postcard. We're staying at a little B&B in the middle of nowhere and for some reason we're the only guests. Just through the woods about a mile away form the B&B, is a frozen over pond. We decide to take a walk to check it out. It's cold but not totally freezing. We find the pond and slide around on it with our boots as if they're skates. We're laughing and everything is frozen and silent. We pretend to be Olympic skaters and are very silly crashing into each other and dancing on the ice. You try to do some wacky maneuver and fall down. You're laying on your back and I glide over to you. Straddling you, smothering you with kisses. We lay there, me on top of you in the middle of this frozen pond kissing for a while. Your mouth is so hot in the cold air, your lips so soft and warm. Our tongues entwine and we forget where we are. You unzip my parka and lift my sweater. My breasts are simply hanging there above you in the cold. Nipples hard and tight like you've never seen them. You pinch and pull at them roughly. It stings a bit, almost painful. You know this is turning me on. The cold has made them much more sensitive. I lean over so that my breasts are in your face you hold one and suck the other, releasing it from your mouth periodically to watch steam rise off it when exposed to air. I moan audibly. I can feel your hard on through your jeans and in my excitement, I grind on you while you suck and touch my steamy tits in the snowy cold. We know that we can't fuck where we are 'cause ice & exposed flesh are not going to be fun... We race back to the inn, barely able to contain our own horniness - both so turned on we can hardly keep our hands off each other. Flying into our room, I dive onto the bed. You dive right on top of me, kissing me hungrily our tongues sliding over each other like battling snakes, I can taste my pussy in your mouth but I don't mind - I just want you so much. We grab at each others coats, and zippers, and sweaters, and shirts and pants, and under pants, so that very quickly, we're lost in a cyclone of protective outerwear. We're then both completely naked with our pants around our ankles, and our snow boots still on. We run our hands along and around each others bodies warming each other - so turned on! I manage to kick off my pants and boots so that I can wrap my legs around you - I want you so much. You touch my clit it's still cold form it's outdoor exposure but huge for your tongue. You pinch it, pull it a little. I moan out loud. I can't help it. You tell me how pretty you think it is and I get wetter hearing it. You unwrap my legs from around you just so that you can see my smooth nakedness one more time before you take your aching 8" and thrust it in side me! I cry out in shock, but oh my god it feels so good! You want to go slowly, but you can't, you start riding me hard. I call for more. I'm so sweet and smooth and tight that you go crazy, pounding my pussy with my legs spread wide so you can see my clit, and watch yourself go in and out of me, you feel so amazing that I'm screaming and flailing and wanting more. I rub my clit. You like to see me do that. You pinch and pull my nipples and then cry out your self as you feel my juices wash around you. I reach around and touch your underneath spot with my fingers and my clit with the other and you still have hold of my hard-nipped breasts you hold onto them for leverage while you fuck me. The bed is creaking, headboard is pounding, I'm howling, you let go of my tits, put my legs on your shoulders and drive me harder, you're so deep inside me and you can feel my tight, gushing pussy respond to your every move. I clamp my pussy muscles around your yummy thick 8 incher and you start hollering - goddamn! We're great together! whoo! - You're just about to come when you flip me around so we can do it doggy style - oooH! god that's deep! OOOH My God it soo Good! You hold my breasts underneath me tightly squeezing my nipples between your fingers. You can see my whole bear pussy in front of you with your dick vigorously sliding and slamming in and out of it, every once in a while, I unconsciously wiggle my backside to get more of you inside me - this movement turns you on more. You're about to cum - after I've cum about 6 times - and you shoot 5 giant bursts inside of me. It's hot and good. I cum again, shaking and screaming and clamped tightly around you shrinking penis. You expire on top of me, sweaty and spent, still inside me, we snooze. The chamber maid walks in to the room from the place she'd been watching from in the open door. She places fresh towel on the dresser and leaves - not closing the door behind her because apparently, we hadn't closed it when we came in... Seasons Growing up as much as any bit of life in this world, I found roots to call my own and drew sustenance. I began to find a taste for certain things, certain joys and ran after them with a zealous glee. I remember the wind flowing through my hair as I started to learn what it meant to truly chase after a goal, a dream. Laughter came first, then the crash of bodies and the smell of grass all over my clothes. The sun always seemed to rise and shower me with its' warmth as I toss and turned under its' radiance. What more could a young child as I, could want for more? Yet more, did I learn to seek and again, did so joyously. I was but a nurtured bud, eagerly reaching for the skies, reaching for life. I grew in fits and starts that often left me awkward, but never sheepish. I could never fathom what it meant to give up, or be denied the sense of right that a firm embrace would bring. Now I don't remember the first time I smiled, but I remember the first time I smiled at him and again, it was with the sun shining overhead. Forever after, would I dream of blue skies and the kissing warmth of that mid-summer breeze. I close my eyes and still, I can remember what it felt to be cradled by such arms. Nature pushed me onwards and I grew tall, taller still and lean. My frame blossomed from the bud it had been and the shape I was to be, slowly formed. My hair was often a mess and my grin, just as unabashedly splayed over one cheek to the other. I grew to dance and weave in the breeze, testing the strength I was recently discovering. I can remember reaching out to him, holding him so very tightly to me and feeling him whisper into my ear, that there could be a no better time for us to be together. I could barely contain my joy at the agreement from the bottom most depths of my soul, that it bubbled out into a chorus of giggles. Still I sang our joys, clutching to him ever so tightly, ever so lovingly. Near completely firm in my growth, I am at last able to fully stand on my own and yet, it is not without holding his hand that I face the first of my trials. My father is a thunderous voice of disapproval and his anger shakes me to my core. My knees shake and my body threatens to collapse, to fall apart under the relentless assault of his words.. Tears slowly come to eye, then steadily run down to kiss my chin, but still I clutch his hand. Looking aside, I'm desperate in seeking out comfort to my mother, but she can't bear to face me. She looks forlorn out the window, already damning as lost and beyond her acknowledgement. I think this is the first time I truly broke and the first time he ever put me back together. There was the sun leaking through the laced curtains then, accenting his smile and showing me what hope there still was in this world.. I learnt to hold his hand firmly whenever possible, walking and growing alongside him throughout life. I followed his lead and happily supported him in all the things that would break that grin out onto the corner of his mouth, or the spark of joy to his eyes. I'm sure I lost myself in them each time he did it and always, would I seek more to give up, to offer him. Always did he accept graciously, showing the greatest concern for my gifts and of me. Others could never be so trusted to be so kind and it was through them, that I learned what more I would have to go through. Physical pain was so much easier to deal with than the stabbings my soul would suffer, but whenever he could, he was there to balm my wounds. There were times when I felt broken and little by little, he taught me to pick myself up and to crawl if need be, in order to just keep moving, keep living. The sun may have defined how I lived, but it was him that defined how I truly would grow. My blood stained his clothes and hands a few times, from the mess I left on them, but never did it taint the way he would continue to smile privately to me. There were a few times, that I would forget how to smile, how to live and he always seemed to find a way to let me remember. Simple joys at first: when I was a child running through the tall grass chasing butterflies, when I was blowing bubbles and watching them bob through the air, when I laughed just to laugh with others. He let me remember, what it meant to laugh and play with him and to my credit, I was shamed to have let myself go so far astray beforehand. He told me that there was no shame in losing one's way, that by merely trusting in one's self you'd find yourself on the right track again. So I emerged from the dark, chasing after him through the forest of this world. We ran together, sometimes racing, but more often just enjoying the feel of the wind running through our hair as we would often do to each other. The warmth of the days kissed our bodies, as our lips were prone to do. Nature caressed us all around, but we couldn't for the love of us, notice from how fiercely we held onto each other. His eyes, would be all that I'd see on the dark nights alone. I'd dream of them breaking through the gloom, of rushing madly to them and of leaping faithfully onwards. I would break out into the dark of the night, only to settle after hearing his steady breathing. It was then, that the first signs of a wracking became visible. A hand clutched his chest, trying to claw out the pain that his coughs would sound. It was horrible, but there was nothing I could do but fret, worry and uselessly fiddle at the corner of his shirt. Had he the voice to name an act to relieve him, I would have dashed to it, and if only it could have been ended so soon. Night became day, over and again, but still his smile would lose time on his eyes to make way for the tired haze that the pains would leave in him. My hand clutched his so tightly and desperately sought to his every need. Doctors came and went, healers of all names, races and creeds. All came hesitantly and all left in disappointment. I would feel worried and frayed at all ends, like I had been gnawed on the entirety of such visits. No sooner did I return to his side, that he would pat my shoulder and smile. He would tell me to keep faith; "Every seed you plant grows something, my love. Make me something of your love and I'm sure, hope will spring from it." He could say such sweet things in between the coughs and as much as I wanted to ease him, still the wind grew colder around us. The dying of the season, ran its' claws over us while raking him far more menacingly. Snow fell at first white and fluffy, to which he dropped something of his own, red and wet. Fluttering slowly, dripping heavily. I can't seem to remember what came first, but now it was his blood staining my clothes, my hands. They shook so hard too, dabbling at his lips. I prayed to everything and anything, to just make him grow better, stronger. My words would fall on deaf ears, but he would only choose to hear of kindler things, of gentler words. As my heart twisted and wrung dry, I poured it all into him and watched him still grow weaker at being showered under my essence, under my care. Oh, how I clung to him and felt the stirrings of a cold snap settle in. His smiles grew less and less, his pallor lighter and lighter, yet I was there to bundle what warmth I could onto him. He was not left wanting for anything, but of more days to spend. As the dead of winter approached, I was by his bedside when he spoke to me out of the most weariest of earnestness. "Don't let my love with me. Don't let the seed I've planted with you, wither and die. Smile again and remember the days when we ran together. Grow for me, my love. Keep growing and live for me. When you're strong enough, share it with another as I have you." I broke again, when his hand no longer clutched at mine, when his eyes would no longer smiled. I would always remember his words, but couldn't believe how I could ever do them justice. His eyes would haunt me through my dreams and when I would startle back into the depth of night, I would mourn for the lost I would suffer all over again. Oh how the wind howled and battered all around me. I wished it would claim me too, but still I remained where I had been. Where I now was without him. When the earth reclaimed him, I was there to water his resting place with my tears, for I found I had a limitless supply of them for him. There were few others there to join me and fewer still who could bear to be near me, when I so ached in raw misery. I felt truly torn from my precious garden, truly plucked out of my life. I was lost for a good many days. Too many for me to count, that all seemed to blur that I was once suddenly surprised by the grey I was beginning to sprout. By now, my pain was still acute, but I lived with it more comfortably, as much as I lived with his memory. I've tried to do my best to spread his teaching and found to have a green-thumb. I grow all sorts of things now, but mostly hope and understanding. My fingers furrow the warm soil and I remember how it felt to have his hair run through them. I water the seeds and remember how sometimes, I would weep over his shoulder. I would carefully tend, each and every one of my newfound children as I recalled how he would pat and sooth my worries through his gentle touch. Other people join me for awhile, here and there and I tell them of our smiles. I tell them of the sun glowing over your shoulder. I tell them of how simple our love was. Not too many understand, but I plant as many seeds as I can. I've grown so much for you and so much because of you. I could not keep you living by my side, but I would hope that all I have grown in your name, will live on to smile for us. My dreams are no longer haunted by you, but in my weathered mind, are more of a softer remembrance of the yesteryear. I feel the wind growing chill all around me, but as you had just me, now it seems I've more than a few well-wishers how fret so earnestly on my behalf. I tell them all the things you had told me with the few words left to me. I don't hurry, but calmly tell them to keep growing, keep planting, keep life alive amongst themselves, for each other. Ah, if only you could see their faces, you would have been so proud of me, my love. If only I had more time, to love more for you, I would have. As it is, I think I've a mind to join you at long last, for I hunger to know your arms once more. To feel your smile wrap me up whole and cocoon me again as it had before. Man to man, my beloved, you were my whole life for even when life left you, I never could...