3 comments/ 16600 views/ 0 favorites The Coldness in our Souls By: DanseParc It's snowing in Seattle tonight - what a treat! Winters here are usually such a miserable dreary affair, wet and windy. A coldness that cuts right through you, sets your teeth chattering and your body huddled and shivering, no matter how much you bundle up. The iron-gray sky drizzles rain for days on end. Miserable depressing bitter cold. The local news has been urgent, almost panicky with severe weather alerts, warning of something rolling down from Alaska to bring us God only knows what nastiness. And like the rest of Seattle, I immediately jumped into my car. Not to throng the supermarkets and buy up everything I think I might need. Instead I went to the waterfront on Alki Beach, all bundled up in my woolen coat and cashmere scarf, gloves and cap. Having grown up in New York, snow just doesn't faze me. In truth, I rather miss it. Strolling along the beach with the entire park to myself, I watch a great dark wall rolling ominously inland. The sun is setting, a pale disk low in the sky, swallowed up by the approaching clouds. As evening cloaks the land, the first snow falls. Tiny little flakes, barely visible, dancing on the breeze. By the time I reach Duwamish Head and turn south, night has fallen, and the Seattle skyline is radiant. Glowing diamonds of light reaching to the heavens, the low clouds reflect a golden halo over the city. Ferries traverse the inky blackness of the bay. It's dark and ever so peaceful. The snow falls heavier and heavier. Big fluffy snowflakes are so thick in the air that it's almost like walking in a cloud. They drift lazily onto the grass under my feet, piled a few inches high already. The air is chilly and brisk, but not nearly as sopping wet as is usually is. I stop to look out across the water. Streetlamps catch the snowflakes as they settle on the barren branches. The only sound is like a white noise, barely audible, but muffling the night in a blanket of utter quiet. I hear footsteps crunching softly in the snow. Turning, I see a woman in a woolen duffel coat walking my way. Ah! A kindred spirit, out to enjoy the rare Seattle snow in solitude. I wondering if she's from around here; most Seattleites just hunker down when the weather gets even a little bad. Normally quiet and reserved, I break character and venture "Lovely evening," as she approaches, just glad in knowing that I'm not alone in appreciating the winter show that nature is putting on for us. Would be lovely to have someone to share this special time with. "Yes, it's beautiful." she replies, as she stops by my side. There's an inflection in her voice that I almost recognize. "You've come a long way to see it snow in Seattle. Isn't it pretty?" "It is, and so are you." Okay, she's definitely not local! Nobody around here is as open as she. "Aww, you're so sweet... And forward too! Hi, I'm Marie." "Hi Marie, I'm Barbara." "So glad to meet you, Barbara. I love the sound of your voice, where are you from?" "I'm from England, and I have good teeth!" She really does, I notice, as she laughs at her own little joke. She has such a warm radiant smile. I can't help but giggle myself. "I stepped out to watch the snow, would you care to join me?" "Yes, I would love to." Standing shoulder to shoulder we watch the snow fall on the bay. I show Barbara some of the the features of the skyline. That's the Space Needle, of course... see that row of lights moving over there, that's the Monorail... and that building, the one on the tapered pedestal, that's where I work. "You're very friendly, Marie, I like you." Oh my! Her openness and friendliness is having an effect on me, it's prying me open a bit too. "Aww, you're too kind." I can feel myself blushing down to my collarbone. I'm not used to being with anyone as forthcoming as Barbara. What a nice change from the Seattle Ice. "Thank you darling." This is so new to me, I've never, and I mean never had anybody speak so familiarly, so intimately, after meeting only about five minutes ago. Perhaps it a British thing? I've always thought of them as very reserved, stuffy even. Barbara is certainly proving me wrong. I shift my weight a little, and as I do my hand brushes against Barbara's. Even though we both are wearing gloves, I feel a little tingle as our fingers brush gently against each other... There's just something about Barbara. Maybe it's just the chill in the winter air, or the romantic snowy night, but I feel my cheeks flushing. She's so warm and so engaging, there's something that's drawing me to her but I don't know what. I feel like I want to bring her close to me, but a little apprehensive, too. I've been so hurt before. Do I throw myself open, or shut myself off and be safe? I'm paralyzed with uncertainty. Praying that I'm not too forward, I lace my fingers with hers. Cautiously turning my face toward Barbara's, fearing to see some sign that she's awkward or uncomfortable. She hesitates a little, without resisting. I feel compelled and a little indecisive. Is she playing with me? I don't think so; she looks so contented. I squeeze her hand a little more snugly, and turn to look in her eyes. "You getting cold, Barbara?" her cheeks are rosy from the chill. "Yes, I need to be warm." "I know a nice quiet wine bar close by, want to try?" "Mmm, that sounds delightful." My heart almost jumps in my throat as I feel the first little glimmer of hope. "Careful hon, the walk's slippery," Holding Barbara's hand, we walk in the grass instead of the pavement. Thank goodness we're both wearing sturdy winter boots. Slowly walking back to where I parked, silently enjoying each others company. Across the street and on a corner tucked into a turn-of-the-century neighborhood, a warm cheerful glow emanates from a window of a brick building, beckoning us. Inside the bar is lovely and warm. The light is low and intimate, candles and little white holiday lights strung along the walls. The tables and the bar are filled with happy couples, their quiet conversation making it just loud enough that we can't be overheard. "Right, let's have that booth over in the corner!" Barbara doffs her coat hat and gloves, handing them to me to hang it on the coat hook, and for the first time I really see her. Oh my, she's beautiful. She's a little shorter than me but so much nicer a body. Long straight honey-blond hair cascades past her shoulders and catches highlights from the lights. We settle in to the soft leather banquette and take our time looking over the extensive list. My eyes are drawn to her blue chamois work shirt, noticing that certain buttons near the top are a little strained, and I'm having a hard time thinking about wine. "You choose a bottle, Barbara, whatever you like." There's so much to choose from and I'd love nothing more than to sample the wine list until we either close down the place or pass out drunk. "Ohh, this looks interesting," choosing the Hochar, a red from the Bekaa Valley. Handing the menus to our server, he returns after a few minutes with the wine and noshes of marinated olives and hot salty nuts. "Oh Barbara this wine is delish... cheers." Looking at her over my glass, her pale blue eyes sparkle in the warm golden light. We're feeling so cozy and warm now. Barbara is so radiant and I'm so thankful that the snow came tonight. "If I may ask, you're a long way from home... what brings you to Seattle?" "For a new life." "Yeah, I'm making a new one too. Starting over with a clean slate." "Why's that?" "Mmm... long story..." "We can always order more wine if this bottle runs out." "Well, my life was out of control... I brought a lot of pain to people I care about." I'm feeling a bit awkward for sharing so much, but Barbara's friendly and attentive demeanor sets me at ease. Still I feel like I'm imposing; I just met her a bit ago, it's way too soon for her to be my therapist! "May I ask why you want a new life, hon?" "I'm single now, with a broken heart... my partner cheated on me a year ago." Her cheerfulness sloughs away, and I feel like a jerk for asking. "Oh honey... she must have been very special for you to want to come this far to forget," squeezing her hand and topping off her glass. "She really was. So pretty and so kind. We had such plans... we bought a little farm up in Shropshire to raise Border Collies." A long sip from her glass. "And then that bitch turned up and that was all. Stupid me, it took me months to figure it out. All my dreams, everything I worked and saved for, ruined by this letter I found on the kitchen table." "So what happened?" "Sold the farm. Took the money and came over to America." All the life has drained from her face, she looks so gaunt and empty. All I want is to hold Barbara so close and reassure her, hold her to my breast, stroke her hair and tell her everything will be okay. "Well, that's my miserable life. Tell me Marie, why do you need a new life? I hope you at least have somebody." "No, I'm by myself right now. Was almost married but it didn't work out. The ex turned out to be a psycho, I had to get away..." And now it's my turn to spill. I tell her all about Dawn, about the lies that sparked so many fights, the malignant misandry that metastasized into me. How all the negativity caused me to withdraw into myself. "She was just a nasty little thing. And I was in such a fragile state, I just didn't need all the bad feelings." "Oh darling, I'm no sorry." Barbara squeezing my hand back. Holding her hand in both of mine, we silently console each other with just our presence. Squirming a little in my seat, I lean against Barbara, she's so warm. "So it was a woman? I didn't know that about you, Marie" She seems intrigued, but I'm not sure about what. I'm not concerned though, as long as Barbara is here with me. Here to listen, to share with me. I'm starting to feel a little thaw in my heart, as well in my hands and feet. Ans as I defrost, my body sags, leaning into Barbara a little more, until I sense that I'm squishing her shoulder. She shrugs a little, getting out from under me. "Come here, luv," as he puts her arm around me, pulling me in close to her. She's so strong but so gentle. I lean in closer as Barbara nuzzles my ear. "Mmm, this wine is wonderful, it's warming me up." "Me too. Marie, this place is delightful," taking another sip, looking over her glass into my eyes. "So... where do you live?" Her eyes and her voice sultry – my heart racing. As dense as I can be, even I know where this is going. "In a neighborhood called Queen Anne. I have a flat on top of the hill with a bit of a view... would you like to see it?" "Absolutely I would..." Barbara whispers, as she snuggles close. I slip my arm around her waist and pull her still closer. She closes her eyes and leans into me. "That's nice... I feel so safe, Marie." "So do I, sweetie... can I share something with you?" Aware I may be about to break Barbara's heart even more, still I have to be honest, I couldn't bear to build her up then disappoint her. "I'm hate to ruin the moment, but I know this is an issue for some girls..." "Please tell me, Marie." Turning to look right into my eyes, her gaze is warm and penetrating right to my soul. "Umm, I'm not gay... I'm bi... I don't know if that's important but I know that other girls don't like that... and I don't want to..." "Hey, hey, Marie... it's okay..." cutting off my babbling. Thank God she's so much stronger than me. We can both feel the tension drain from my body. I don't know if it's Barbara, or the wine, or both, but it's like a dam had burst in my soul, words and feelings overflowing. "Thank you Barbara, for listening." Turning my head, my lips brushing her cheek, she melts in my arms. "Mmm, it's okay sweetie..." as Barbara kisses my lips. "Not a big deal, Marie luv." Kissing me again, she's so moist and sweet. Her warmth radiates from her lips and engulfs my very soul. "And I don't mean to get too far ahead... but if anything does come of this, I'm absolutely faithful." "I hope so." "No guy on the side. I might look but that's all!" God, I hope my little joke does something about all the tension. "Still want to come home with me?" "Yeah, I'd love to see the snow from your balcony." Elated inside, I call to our server and ask for the bill and the rest of the wine to go. He returns with a sealed bag and wishes us a good night. I hand him a few bills, enough for a generous tip. From here it's just a short walk to my car. The drive is spent mostly in silence, Barbara's hand on my knee. Driving very cautiously, threading through the narrow streets and roundabouts of old neighborhoods. Up a steep hill and finally we're home. By the time the elevator stops on the fourth floor, my heart is in my throat and I'm near breathless with anticipation, so much so that Barbara gets a little laugh as I fumble and drop the keys. Finally inside, we doff our coats and walk out on the balcony. The snow is drifting down through branches of the old oaks and maples that line the street, a few autumn leaves clinging stubbornly to the branches. Streetlights and the glow from apartment widows filters through the branches, the snowflakes glowing in the diffuse light. Millions of big fluffy white fireflies quietly settling to the ground. Off to the left, the buildings end at a street corner. From there we can see the harbor, enshrouded in a pale silvery haze. "Oh, this is so beautiful, it's just breathtaking!" we stand at the railing taking in the rare display of nature's beauty. Enjoying Barbara's company; she's so sweet and cheerful, something about her just relaxes me and puts me at ease, all my cares just slough off and we can forget about life for a while, be happy instead and feel a bit silly and playful. Taken by a whim, I open my mouth to catch a snowflake. Barbara sees me and catches one too . Faces turned to the sky, heads bobbing we spend long moments just sharing laughter as we play in the snow. I turn my face to hers and give her a long slow lingering kiss. Barbara melts into my arms as I wrap them around her waist and lean my chin on her shoulder, my breasts pressing into her back. "Mmm this is heaven, Marie," My breath on her neck stirring her hair. "You're making me so tingly." This is such a magical evening, I'm so glad I went for that walk. My hands slide up her sides up to her shoulders and turn her around to face me, my fingertips stroking Barbara's hair at her temples. "Marie, you've got me so aroused..." as she softly touches her lips to mine. They're so warm and petal-soft. I can taste the wine on her lips. Wrapping my arms around her shoulders, scratching between her shoulder blades, kissing her again, so much more passionately. Barbara breathes a little sigh as I pull her close, our breasts smooshing together. "Mmm you feel so nice Barbara..." as my fingertips graze the sides. "I wish mine were as nice as yours." "Oh, don't put yourself down like that, you look gorgeous in that top." blushing a little as she says that. I did in fact catch her doing a little window shopping as we got out of our coats. Apparently my top is snug enough to make me look like I have boobs, too! "Aww thanks honey, you're really sweet." Breaking our connection just a bit, with both her hands in mine I look deep in her eyes. "Barbara honey..." "Yes, Marie?" "There's a nice view from my bedroom, too..." My voice faltering a bit as I shyly look into her lovely blue eyes. "Ohh baby take me there, here, have my hand!" I'm simply falling in love with the sound of Barbara's voice, her inflection, the figures of speech. Enchanted, I clasp her hand in mine, leading her back inside and closing the balcony door behind us. "Honey your boots!" we kick them off and I wrap my arm around Barbara's waist and lead her to the bedroom. Whereas the living room is modern and functional, the bedroom is anything but. A huge oaken four-poster bed with a canopy takes up most of the room. The mattresses are stacked waist-high, with a thick comfy down cover on top, a mountain of pillows against the headboard, and gauzy white drapes on all four sides. There's an antique dresser and vanity, with matching side tables for the bed. All along the ceiling is a string of white holiday lights. A window overlooking the street dominates the far wall. "Oh, how elegant... just gorgeous." as she looks over the room. "Barbara, the bathrooms right down the hall if you want to freshen up while I get the room ready." "Hmm, ready?" a quizzical expression crossing her pretty face. "You'll see, girl. Git!" nudging her out the door, I hear water running as I walk down the hall. "There's a fresh toothbrush in the medicine cabinet." I call over my shoulder as I get the rest of the wine. "Thanks, luv." Bottle and a pair of glasses in hand, I fill the glasses and set them on the nightstand. Then turning off the table lamp and turning on the Christmas lights. Lighting candles and suddenly the bedroom is warm and radiant with soft pale amber light. Barbara will love this... I sure hope she does... Oh, almost forgot! Theres a little bag next to the bed, from yesterday's shopping trip with Maddy. I hide it inside the linen closet, and I'm back in the bedroom just as Barbara finishes up. "All better, hunny?" "Much. Oh Marie, this is lovely!" the look of delight on her face is unmistakable. She's radiant in the warm light. "Thanks hun, come sit beside me on the bed." Handing her a glass, and we drink a toast to new beginnings. To new lives and new happiness, and we seal the bargain with a slow lingering kiss, Barbara's lips made so much the sweeter from the wine. "Wait one minute baby, I'm gonna freshen up too." setting down my glass. "Don't be long!" swatting my bottom as I hasten out the door. "Ow! Silly girl... I'll be right back." No way will I be long, I think to myself, as I get the shopping bag and carry it to the bathroom. Washing my face, brushing my teeth, the usually end of the day routine. Then slipping out of my clothes and tossing them in the corner. In the shopping bag is a sheer little pink babydoll set. Stepping into the tiny bikini panty and slipping it up round my waist, checking myself in the mirror. Hmm, not so bad, there's nothing poking out from under the panties, thank God. My belly's looking a bit flatter, my workouts are definitely having an effect on those damned Paxil pounds. Then putting on the top, tying the lacy cups together with the little satin ribbons between my breasts. A little prayer of thanks, I know I sound so superficial, but so glad that I'm still perky. Lastly slipping my ponytail out of the scrunchie and brushing my hair into place. One last look in the mirror, resting my weight on counter. "Okay, girl... you sure you know what you're doing?" Sucking up a deep breath, trying to get past the nervousness. Thoughts of Dawn. Recalling the loneliness, the fear of another destructive relationship. My heart sinking as my thoughts turn to the very real possibility of growing old alone. Christ, I'm forty-two years old and still picking up strangers. What a loser I am. I should just call this off. Shuck this stupid pink frilly thing and send Barbara home. She'll be disappointed, but she'll get over it. Images form in my mind of her crestfallen expression. No, I can't do this to her. She's just so sweet and kind, so very fun. And there's no denying the desire I feel for her in my heart – and lower. Taking another deep breath. Okay... I'm not going through life alone. If Barbara's not the one, then I'll just deal with the hurt. It won't be the first time. Hell, I'm starting to get pretty good at this, really. Back in the hallway, pausing for just a moment, my fingertips hovering a hair's breadth above the doorknob. Gathering myself together, my heart in my throat as I gently tap on the bedroom door. "Barbara?" The Coldness in our Souls "I'm waiting!" there's a little bit of flirt in her voice. Stepping inside the bedroom, closing the door behind me, feeling my trepidation drain away as Barbara's face lights up, her jaw dropping a little. "So, how do you like the view from my bedroom?" I'm feeling a bit flirty now myself, as I give her a little shy smile and I spin around once, letting her see me from all over. "Oh Marie, you're lovely! C'mere and let me hold you." Barbara extends her hand to mine and pulls me to the center of the bed. We kneel side by side facing each other, sharing tender kisses and caresses as we finish our wine. Setting the glasses aside, I pull Barbara close to me, this time kissing her fiercely. She whimpers into my mouth a little, before she clasps my shoulders and pushes me off of her mouth and catches her breath. "Mmm... oh do it baby, fucking take me..." looking right in my eyes, her voice raw with passion. "Oh God, Barbara... you have no idea how badly I've wanted this... from the moment you said hello..." Throwing my arms around her head and pulling her back for another savage kiss. Hugging her against me so tight, my nails scratching up and down her spine. "Ohh, you're fucking gorgeous, harder!" as Barbara whispers in my ear. "Have me... take me..." My hands drift down her hips, kneading her shapely bottom, pulling her into me. "Marie... undress me... please..." as she straddles my lap, her belly gently pressing into mine. The curves of her body and her well-worn, comfortable clothes warming me as her weight presses down on me just a little. I wrap my arms loosely around her waist. Her face is aglow, her silky blond hair catching the soft light, she has the halo of an angel. I tilt my face up to hers and bestow little kisses on her cheek, as my fingers fumble with the topmost button. "Mmm... oh yeah..." her breasts rising and falling under my hands as her breaths deepen. "Just like this?" "Oh God, yes..." she murmurs, as I kiss her temple, then along the hairline to the other side. Barbara's hands are caressing up and down my sides, setting my skin aglow underneath the sheer pink silk. My heart jumps a little as she grazes the sides of my breasts. My fingertips are moving down her shirt, slowly unbuttoning. Tenderly kissing her eyelids, they flutter shut, and Barbara softly sighs, melting into me, her hips pressing into mine. Her weight, her presence comforts me. I feel so relaxed with Barbara, so warm and safe and happy. My hesitation is fading to nothing. I pull the shirttails out of her jeans, and my hands wander under the heavy chamois shirt. My lips wander down her face. Finding her lips... Oh sweetie! I'm feeling sparks! A warm glow arcs and lights the space between us. I press my lips against hers, so warm, so soft like petals. A tingle spreads all over my body, and grows even greater as Barbara's hands wandering under my babydoll, nails digging deep in my skin as she traces up and down my spine. "Ohh I love that, Barbara," sighing into her mouth, "Mmmmbabyyyyyy..." Taking her hand in both of mine, lifting it to my lips and bestowing soft little kisses on the back of her hand... loosening the button at her wrist as I rest my cheek on her hand. "Oh Marie....baby you're so sweet...my heart just melted..." her voice cracking a little. Then a devilish little smile. "And I think it's running out of my pussy!" I'm feeling it too... feeling wonderfully warm and moist as I unfasten the last button. My fingers gently graze Barbara's shoulders as I slip the shirt off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the covers. "Baby, I love how you do that... you so gentle... so patient..." whispering in my ear. "I love taking my time with you... you're sweet and so very sexy..." Wrapping my arms around her back, clasping her shoulders as I kiss her again. Burying my face in her hair, kissing nibbling her neck and her shoulder. "I love how you smell, Barbara." My beautiful lover is now cradling my breasts through the flimsy babydoll. I fit so perfectly in her palms, she only has to move her hands in tiny little circles to set the lace brushing against my nipples. I'm getting stiff, almost painfully so. Her wandering hands descend to my hips, her nails digging into my butt, our bellies and our breasts smooshed together. The tips of our tongues playfully jousting, snaking around each other, as I slip my thumbs under her bra straps. Taking them between thumb and forefinger, tugging the straps aside, Barbara shrugs and pulls her arms out of them. Kissing down her throat, my fingertips run down the straps to the cups, gingerly probing beneath the lace, tugging them down. Her lovely breasts spill out, as if happy to finally be free. I cradle them in my palms, watching the expression on Barbara's face, she's so relaxed, so contented. Her skin grows rosy and warm as my hands drift in slow lazy circles over her swellings. "Girl, you're making me so hot..." Barbara whimpers a bit as my palms gently graze the nipples, feeling them swell under my touch. Distracted, her fingers fumble with the knot between my breasts. My top falls open and she brushes the spaghetti straps from off my shoulders. The flimsy lingerie slides off of me. I feel so naked before her, so naughty. Hesitant, yet I crave to give of myself completely... to throw myself at Barbara's mercy, to let her do with me as she pleases. Leaning forward for another kiss, my lips trace a wandering path down her neck and her chest. Circling her breasts, spiraling inward until at long last I settle on her nipple. It stiffens like a little pebble under my lips. I reach behind her back and unsnap her bra; it joins the ever-growing pile of discarded clothes. Kissing lower and lower, lifting her breast and rasping the undersides with the flat of my tongue. "Aww baby..." Barbara sighs, her fingers lacing in my hair, tugging on it, her nails digging into my scalp. "I love how you do that..." I sigh, as she guides my mouth all over her chest. I gaze up at Barbara's pretty face made even more radiant by her rapturous, intoxicated expression. Our eyes meet, and I'm beyond elation, beyond happiness, to know that I'm bringing her such pleasure. I'm feeling a little lump in my throat, and I mouth a silent prayer of thanks for this lovely woman coming into my life. Raising my face to Barbara's and cradling her beautiful face in my hands, I drown in her eyes. "My sweet girl..." I know I shouldn't feel this way; I haven't known Barbara for more than a couple of hours! But I think I'm feeling much more than mere physical attraction. Feeling a little overcome with emotion, I bury my face in her shoulder again and hold her tight, so hard I'm almost squeezing the breath right out of her. Our bodies nearly merging, her generous breasts pressed against my little ones. "Aww Marie baby, I love how sensual you are... you really are sweet..." "Hold me baby... hold me so tight, don't ever let me go." "Yes baby, I'll keep you nice and warm." and she returns my embrace. I cradle her head in my arms and clasp her to my breast, kissing her brow, resting my cheek on top of her head. Her hair is soft as silk and scented faintly of strawberry. It slips between my fingers as I stroke her cheeks and rake my fingers through her hair. My hands coming to a stop, cradling her face in my hands, I lose myself in her eyes. I fall back onto the covers, pulling Barbara down on top of me. "Ohh yes... so good baby..." Barbara leans up against me for long slow moments, before finally pulling free from my embrace. She pushes me back down on the bedlinens and pauses for a moment, beaming down at me, a sweet innocent smile radiant with happiness. Slithering down my body, she nestles her face between my breasts. Kissing in slow lazy figure-eights, then drawing one of my nipples into her mouth. "Yes baby... so nice..." it grows firm under her gentle kisses. Barbara slowly moves down my stomach, kissing inch by inch. My belly quivering a little as I melt under her touch. My face flush and burning, whispering words of encouragement as my girl kisses ever further down, leaving a warm moist trail meandering from my ribcage down to my panty line. "Take them off... please..." my voice cracking as I raise my hips a little. My beautiful girl slips her fingers under the elastic band. Teasingly slow, she slips the bikini down my hips, revealing the dark fluff underneath. "Barbara sweetie... I want you so bad..." parting my thighs a little. Her gentle hand slided up inside my thighs, pushing them apart a little further. Feather-light touches nudge my legs wide open and add fuel to the fire burning in my loins. My hands on Barbara's shoulders, pushing her up off of me as I get up on my elbows. "My turn honey!" a little laugh crossing my lips, "Let me undress you..." gently pushing Barbara back down on the comforter and rolling on top of her. "Okay!!" her arms encircle me and pull me close to her. My mouth closing over hers, ravishing her with my tongue, nibbling her lower lip and making her yelp in surprise. "I love how you kiss me... girl you're making me crazy..." My kisses meander down the curve of her throat, all over her shoulders, down to her lovely breasts, firm but yielding under my touch. "It's what you draw from me, Barbara," looking up into her eyes. "God I want you so bad!" My hands are drifting down her belly lower, ever so slowly down to her jeans. Fumbling with the button, sliding open the zip. Exploring under denim whilst my tongue swirls in Barbara's navel, eliciting a little yelp as her tummy tightens. Lower, still lower my fingers wander, tracing the elastic band, slipping inside her panties. "My God, Marie..." Her stomach quivering as I run my fingers through the soft hair at the base of her tummy, finding the crease and gently tracing it's outline. Barbara girl, you're so aroused, aren't you? Wordlessly she answers with a thin little stream of moisture flowing from deep within her. Parting her legs a little, inviting me to explore further. Sitting back up on my heels I withdraw. The look on Barbara's face urges me not to to tarry too long. Lasciviously snaking my tongue around my fingertip I taste her arousal. "Mmm Barbara, you're so warm... so sweet..." Making my voice as sultry as I think I can – I probably sound creepy instead! Barbara is imploring me with her eyes and her body, her hips shifting with desire as she looks right into mine, reaching my very soul. My hands on her hips, I lower her jeans, slipping them off of her ankles and throwing them aside. Returning Barbara's gaze I hesitate, and she mouths a word...please... as she lifts her hips a little. My fingertips slip under the elastic, lowering her panties inch by inch, my eyes lingering overing her body. "Marie..." Barbara looking up at me lacing her fingers in my hair turning my head to her. "Yes, baby?" "I want to look up at you, I want to see your face." brushing my hair back off of my forehead. "I could look at your beautiful face forever." My heart skips a beat, my breath catches at the tenderness of her words. I'm paralyzed. Losing ourselves in each others eyes, Barbara stroking my hair as she looks up at me with love and desire. The spell finally wearing off, I slip her panty down to her ankles. Kicking out, she opens herself to my touch and my gaze. Delerious with desire, I lean over to kiss all over her body. Barbara returns my kisses as I drape my body over hers, resting my weight on her like an all-over body hug. Wrapping my arms around her, we lose ourselves in long slow kisses and caresses. Our lips only briefly part as I lift my body off of Barbara's and turn myself around. Kissing her again, trailing down her jawline and her neck, down to her lovely breasts, mine pendulous above her face. Her gentle hands cradle my swellings as we settle in for long moments of tender breastplay. Lips grazing and nibbling, fingers caressing, electricity coursing between us as our nipples brush against each other. A lovely warm glow enveloping us as for interminable intimate moments we lavish each other with such tenderness and emotion. "Marie... I love how you feel..." I could listen to her voice forever, that lovely Londoner accent tinged with so much tenderness and desire. "You taste so nice..." as she arches her back and tilts her head back to kiss my stomach. Then reaching up over my back, her arms encircling my waist. My skin tingles under her touch as she runs her nails up and down my back, leaving incandescent trails wherever they roam. I'm murmuring words, no, just soft little noises of encouragement as my love-nibbles drift further down her belly. "Don't stop, honey," Barbara whispers. She's fairly climbing down my body, her strong gentle hands guide me as they drift down to my waistline. Sliding herself up further and further, kissing me ever lower. My hips shift, my legs instinctively part. Slinking like a serpent, Barbara pulls herself through my legs. A shiver courses up my spine as I feel Barbara's labored breath stirring the hair between my legs. My mind is reeling, distracted by Barbara's kisses drawing ever closer to my center. Transfixed, I gaze down at Barbara's loveliness. Her sex pink and glistening, the lips parted , inviting a kiss. Brushing my hair back off of my face and lowering my face close to her, the musk of her arousal infusing my nostrils and suffusing my awareness. Turning my head to kiss up and down her inner thigh, her silky gold fluff tickles my cheek. My hands on the back of Barbara's thighs, opening them wider, kissing, licking, nibbling inside her legs, eliciting delighted little whimpers. My pulse is pounding in my temples and Barbara is sighing delightedly. It's such a wonderful feeling, plain and mousy little me making this voluptuous blonde goddess squirm and squeal beneath me. My fingernail gingerly traces the outline of her folds, and an excited moan joins the sounds of our lovemaking. Splitting her lips apart, they make a wet sticky noise. Glinting in the candlelight, a drop of her sweet nectar trickles out. Barbara is so delicious, I taste her salty tartness with a deep soulful kiss on her most intimate spot. My tongue swirls ever so slowly inside her labia, teasing, exploring her glistening pink sweetness. Barbara's hips raise with excitement as her hands clasp my bottom and pull me down, closer, closer... I'm intoxicated, losing myself in the this perfect moment, my reverie only briefly jarred when I sense Barbara raising her head to my aching pussy. Her warm fevered breath tousles my hair and inflames my already overheated sex. Her tongue runs up and down, nudging me open, finding my little pearl. Her playful tongue teasing, her lips sealing with mine, making me moan directly into her pussy. "God, you taste so good, Marie... baby I want you to come in my mouth..." I've never had a lover talk to me so dirty as this. It's making me crazy, my mind abuzz with lovely wicked thoughts of what I want to with this woman, how badly I want to possess her. Our ever-spiraling passion driving and feeding off of one another. Barbara's clitoris between my lips and teased out of its little hood, I'm flicking it back and forth, faster and slower, ever so open to her responses, finding her proper rhythm. Her squeals grow ever more frantic as my fingertip ventures into her pussy. Then another, slowly wriggling, insinuating all the way in, my lips never losing hold of her little jewel. "That's it, Marie... oh yeah baby fuck me..." Barbara's hips pushing against my hand guiding me, helping me find just the right tempo. We're making wet squishy sucking sounds. "Ahh... that's it baby... so close..." Barbara's voice becoming an ecstatic chant, , words bleeding together into a stream of excited squeals. "Yyyyyeeeeaaaaa... almost there..." Her back arching off the covers. "Harder baby...fuck me harder!" Barbara implores me, her voice raw and husky with emotion. My fingers slipping in all the way to the first knuckle, aided by her copious wetness, fucking her so fast and so hard that I'm afraid I might hurt her. "Oooooh!!! gawwwwddammmmm... here it comes baby..." Belly to belly, our bodies almost merging, I feel Barbara shiver as her orgasm wracks her body. Crying out in ecstasy, calling my name, her nectar gushes, bedewing my hand and my face. My God, this so arousing. I'm transported in such serenity and bliss. Every nerve ending on fire, every bit of my being aware of this lovely woman writhing in climax beneath me. Barbara is urging me down the path to Nirvana, never losing contact with my sweet special place. Drenched in sweat and nectar, I'm getting so close. With one hand she's holding me down on her mouth, as the other reaches up and pulls my female hair up, my clitty naked and exposed, her tongue lapping at my little pearl. "Baby now you... come for me... my love..." My body clenched and stiff, my back arching into her, a low yeaning cry parts my lips as I feel Barbara's fingers slipping inside me, stretching out my pussy, a hurt that feels so wonderful. "Ahhhhh.... aaaHHHHH... NNNNGGGGHHH!!! Coming... baby I'm comminng..." My wetness spilling, clenching around her fingers, Barbara's magical tongue exploring and savoring. Coming, coming, my climax tearing through me, depleting me as I spend my very essence, exhausting me. There's nothing left in me to keep going. Drained, my body goes limp and I collapse on top of my lover. Thank God she's so much stronger than me. I slip my hand out of her pussy, threads of her wetness clinging like spiderwebs, glistening in the warm light. I give her sex a final kiss before I turn myself around and collapse on the covers next to Barbara, gathering her in my arms as we catch our breath. My mind is in a soft warm delirious fuzz. Warm and happy, our bodies dissolve into each other. "Oh Marie... wow your good..." Barbara whispers in my ear as she cradles my head against her breasts, wrapping my head in her arms. I can smell the fresh perspiring glow on her skin, so musky and so sweet. "That was wonderful, Barbara honey." I reply after a while, as I dissolve in my lover's embrace. I still feel my pulse pounding in my chest, my neck, my temples. Dimly, I'm aware that my heart is beating in perfect time with hers. "Hold me darling." as she bends her face down to mine and we kiss again, our fluids mingling in our mouths, tasting each others sex. "Honey, I'll hold you forever... I don't ever want to let you go." I roll over on my side, encircling Barbara in my arms. "Please don't..." "No baby... never." Slowly our bodies stop shivering, the aftershocks giving way to a warm soporific peace. Long moments in silence, just listening to each others breathing, our heartbeats slowly returning to normal, our bodies cooling as we dry off. "You're wonderful honey, such a terrific lover," Barbara softly coos into my ear. "You too baby... you too... I'll be dreaming of this night for the next hundred years," giving her a little kiss as I unwrap myself from her arms and pull the down comforter up over us, warding off the winter's chill. "I love feather beds." Barbara wraps her arms around me and runs her foot up and down my legs, then slipping between them. "Especially when I got my girl under the covers with me," rubbing and chafing my arms. "With her beautiful naked body against mine, all snuggled in." "Mmm, I love that," snuggling in close to her. "This is heaven..." "It sure is," Barbara whispers in my ear, as she rolls into me and drapes her body over mine. "Warm now, sweetie?" "I sure am... got my bestest comforter ever..." my eyelids heavy with sleep. Lying there, listening to Barbara's breathing, feeling her pulse as I clasp her hands in mine, afraid to let go... It's been a few months now since that magical snowy evening, and Barbara is well on her way to rebuilding her life now. After a few weeks staying in my guest bedroom (well on some nights, anyways!) she's moving off on her own direction now. Barbara has found a little place out in North Bend and a perfect job working in a stable, boarding horses. She's meeting new people, and getting her own circle of friends together. Getting over her partner and feeling happier with each new day. I hear she may even be moving into a serious relationship – I'm told she's a sweet and lovely girl. So Barbara and I aren't as intimate as then; the phone calls come spaced further and further apart, but we haven't quite lost touch. Somehow, almost as by magic, we'll reach out just when one of us needs it the most. On those occasional nights we'll get together, to hold and love one another. To banish, if just for a while, the coldness in our souls...