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Go Home

By: LongFellow877



"Go home and take care of whatever you need to do. If you have to evacuate, call our toll-free number and let us know your status. Otherwise, we'll see you back here on Tuesday. Have a good Labor Day weekend." Although spoken sincerely and with good intentions, those words rang hollowly upon my ears as I prepared to head home early on Friday.

As if a good weekend was about to happen. After all, thousands of dollars worth of damage had been done to my house exactly three weeks ago when Hurricane Charley charged across central Florida. The insurance was not even settled yet and now another hurricane – this one reported to be as big as Texas and extremely powerful – was heading toward us.

I was deep in thought as I left the office complex where I worked as a computer system analyst for, well, let me just refer to it as a major entertainment industry in central Florida. I knew that I would not be evacuating. Despite the damage done to my pool and lanai cage by Charley, my house was built like a fortress. Money was not a problem even back when I had it designed and constructed. I was well tenured, well compensated, and comfortable in my life style. My daughter, the youngest of three children, had just been accepted as a junior partner in a prestigious Atlanta law firm. Her older brothers were both well into stable, well-remunerated lives. The kids' mother had been gone from our lives ever since their young years, all the better for the four of us. As I headed toward my reserved parking slot, my mind on this new storm and possible repercussions, I bumped into and almost knocked over a co-worker who was pacing at the entrance to the underground parking area.

"I'm sorry," I told her. "Are you OK?" The young lady, Laura, looked up at me and smiled, nodding, but the tear I saw leaking out of her right eye concerned me. "I hurt you, didn't I?" She shook her head, but a tear escaped her other eye. I took her arm and lead her the short distance to a nearby bench.

Her skirt rode up above her knees as she sat down. I lifted my gaze from her legs to her eyes; my concern about being busted as a gawker disappeared when I saw her eyelids were squeezed shut, holding back additional tears. Her breathing was uneven; I could see her shoulders start to shake as she began to sob, quietly at first, then audibly. I sat down beside her and held her hands in a comforting gesture. She leaned into me, her head on my left shoulder, and continued crying. After a minute or so, her sobbing slowed and she backed away.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I feel like an idiot, crying like that."

"I'm the one who should apologize," I responded. "I really didn't mean to hurt you."

"Oh, you didn't. You have nothing to apologize for."

"Then, why were you crying? What's wrong?"

Laura took a deep, ragged breath before speaking. Hesitant at first, her words became a rush by the time she got rolling. In a nutshell, she was scared. Scared by the hurricane that had already passed. Scared of the new hurricane that now threatened her. Scared because she had been slightly injured by flying debris during the previous storm. Scared for her life as a result of the coming storm. As she spoke, I learned that her apartment complex, although not condemned, had been damaged by Charley. Laura was scared that she would not be safe there when Frances hit.

I knew Laura had not worked around the office complex long (there was no way I could help but notice a pretty young lady with a face and body like hers) but I had not known that she had moved here from Ohio only four weeks ago. New to the area, she had not yet made friends who could put her up during the upcoming storm. And, as she repeated, she was scared.

"Laura," I offered, "if you want to, you can come stay at my place until the storm blows over."

"I wouldn't want to put you out like that, Mr. Richardson," she said. "What would your wife say about you bringing home a strange young lady?"

"First of all, call me Steve," I told her. "Please don't remind me how old I'm getting. Anyhow, there is no wife to be concerned about. I live alone, and, quite frankly, I think I'd enjoy your company."

"I think you would, too," she said, a strange smile crossing her face. "In fact, I'm pretty sure you will," she added cryptically.

I escorted her to my Escalade and we made a quick trip to her apartment so she could pick up a change of clothes (and whatever else it is that some women seem unable to be without). As I waited in her parking lot I watched the blue tarp that had been spread over her roof rippling in the strengthening breeze. 'I need to invest in the companies that make these blue tarps,' I thought. 'They've got to be making money.'

Laura came scurrying down the steps carrying a small suitcase. I got out of the SUV and took the bag from her, placing it in the back seat after opening the passenger side door and helping her up into her seat. She had changed clothes while upstairs, now wearing a short, swirling satiny orange skirt and, gentleman that I am, I could not help but notice sheer red panties. Laura smiled sweetly at me when she saw that I had not averted my eyes in time but said nothing. After I got back into the Escalade and fastened my seatbelt, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you so much for doing this, Steve," she said. "You don't know how much this means to me."

"I'm just glad to be able to do this for you," I responded. "It makes me feel good being able to help someone. And, I'm kind of glad it's you."

"I'm glad it's me, too," she said. "I do believe we'll enjoy getting to know each other better."

We did precisely that as I drove to my house out in the country. I had invested in real estate several decades earlier and had my house built on a prime piece of land, well away from the hustle and bustle of tourist land. As I drove I learned that Laura had graduated from Ohio State University with double majors in public relations and journalism three months earlier. She had been hired by corporate recruiters at a college job fair, and liked what she was doing. She had been on the gymnastic team at OSU and almost made the All-American team, but her 5'10" stature worked against her. She had been engaged to a fellow student at the Columbus campus until she found him in bed with her roommate one afternoon when gymnastics practice was cancelled. She liked classical music and to sing karaoke, although she had not done so since moving down here. I enjoyed listening not only to the dulcet tone of her voice, but even more the content and context of her young life.

The gate to my estate was hidden unless one knew exactly where to look. I slowed as I turned, activating the gate with my remote. The gate closed behind us as I drove up the tree-lined drive to the house. Most of the trees had survived Charley and, in the three weeks since it passed, I had spent a small fortune having my property cleaned up. As a result, there were no potential missiles lying around awaiting renewed wind.

Pressing another button on the remote opened the garage door and I drove in. The garage door closed behind me. I turned off the engine and turned toward Laura. It was silent except for the sound of our breathing and the ticking of the cooling engine. I unsnapped my seatbelt, opened my door and went to her side of the SUV. As I opened her door and helped her out, I was again treated to a glimpse of her panty-covered crotch. Laura appeared to stumble as she exited and fell against me. As I am a good half-foot taller than she, I had to look down at her. She stretched up on her toes, pressing firmly against my chest, and kissed me lingeringly on the mouth. Her tongue flicked gently against my lips, then disappeared before I could react.

React with my own lips, that is. I could feel a lower section of my body starting to react. She seemed to rub against my growing erection for several seconds before disengaging. "Show me the house, Steve," she requested. I grabbed her bag from the back seat in my left hand, closed both doors on the passenger side, took her hand in my right hand and headed into the house proper after disarming the intrusion alarm.

The tour of my house lasted much longer than I thought it would. My house is not exceptionally large – just under three thousand feet – but she stopped and examined much of the artwork I had hanging on the walls. She turned out to be an amateur art critic, also, and was able to identify several artists from halfway across the room. I let her explore while I put her bag in the guest room, turned down the bed, and got fresh towels out for her. I was standing still, looking at the bed in the spare room when Laura came in behind me, put her arms around my waist and hugged me tightly. "What are you thinking about?" she asked.

"I'm trying to remember when these sheets were put on the bed," I said. "I can't recall. I should probably change them. Want to give me a hand?"

Laura walked over to the bed and ran her hand over the bedding. "Don't worry about the sheets," she said. "If I need clean linen on this bed later, then you can show me where to find it. Right now, I'd like to fix you dinner, if I may."

"Oh, you cook, too?"

She smiled at me. "You'll find I'm very talented in the kitchen. I have a number of talents you're not aware of. Now, what would you like for dinner?"

"I have no idea what's in the freezer or pantry," I confessed. "I don't do much cooking anymore as it's always just me. Let's take a look at what we have. If necessary, we'll go out and stock up on food. Or just go out and eat dinner out. Whatever you'd like to do."

We went to the kitchen together and investigated the larder. Laura was pleased with what she found and chided me for having underestimated the food supply. "Not only do you have enough canned food for when power goes out, you've got a ton of food you need to eat now in case we do lose power."

"Oh, we won't lose power," I told her. "If I lose commercial power, I have a generator that automatically kicks on. You might notice a flicker, but that's all."

"Cool. So, I can cook whatever I want?"

"You may."

"Then, if you would, get out of my kitchen and leave me alone. I'll call you if I need you." When I hesitated, she moved toward me, and gave me a full frontal embrace, looking up at me with her big hazel eyes. "I think you'll be most satisfied with what I prepare. Do you trust me?" The question seemed strange and she must have seen my brow furrow. "Never mind. Just get out of here. And get ready for an enjoyable evening at home. Get those office clothes off. Put on your relaxing-around-home clothes. Get comfortable."

"What if I told you I got comfortable at home by wearing nothing?"

"Then I'd suggest getting comfortable in whatever manner you wanted." A grin came across her face. "I would ask you to put on a shirt when you sat down at the table to eat, though. A well-mannered man does not come to the dinner table bare-chested. At least that's what my grandmother taught me."

"A shirt?"

"A shirt, yes. That's the only thing my grandmother mentioned. Now, get out of here." She lifted her face and her lips found mine. I again felt her tongue and this time was able to meet it with mine. She pressed firmly against me. I could feel her breasts mashing against my own chest. I pulled her even closer. My tongue action turned aggressive. I shifted my hands down her back and cupped her butt. Her groin moved even tighter against my crotch and engorged organ. My hands slipped below the hem of her short skirt and touched the backs of her bare thighs, then moved back up to again hold her butt. To my delight, I discovered she was wearing a thong; her bare ass cheeks were warm in my hands.

"Oh, my God, Steve, you turn me on!" Her pelvis writhed against mine as my hand caressed her derriere. I turned her slightly and moved a step toward the wall. Once her back was against the wall, I scrunched down just a bit while raising her right leg. She wrapped that leg around my waist and began to rhythmically hump me.

"It can't be any more than you turn me on," I said. I moved my hand from her ass cheek forward and encountered a sodden morass. I rubbed her pussy through the wet panty crotch. She moved her pelvis backward to allow my probing finger more room.

"Ah, Steve, that feels so good..." I moved the cloth aside and ran my finger up and down her soaked cleft. "Uh... uh... uh," she muttered as I massaged the core of her womanhood. I dipped my slippery finger into the source of the lubricant. Her cunt squeezed my finger tightly as she rotated her hips, causing her clit to slide across my finger. "That feels s-o-o-o good," she repeated as she continued to roll her hips, rubbing her bundle of nerves across my finger.

The kitchen was filling with the fragrant odor of raw sex. I could hear Laura's ragged breathing and sub-vocalizations as I continued to massage her clit. Our tongues continued their duel, neither of us even considering surrender.

Her body tensed, her muscles contracting. She drew in a deep breath and held it. Her body shuddered in my arms as she released her breath in a low wail. "Oh, God, Steve!" One of her hands reached down to her crotch and pressed my hand tight against her pussy. Her pelvis rocked and shuddered as she came. "Oh, fuck! Oh, yes! Yes!"

Her body shuddered again. She held my hand tight against her cleft. I moved my finger that was inside her, rubbing the front inner wall of her hole. She shuddered and rocked again, a cry of pleasure coming from her. Several more orgasms hit her before she grew still. 

"Oh, Steve, that was so wonderful," she finally said, her face pressed hard against my chest. "I haven't come like for, well, for longer than I want to remember."

I kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad I could do it for you. This wasn't what I had in mind when I invited you here, and I definitely wouldn't have chosen the kitchen as the place to do it, but I'm glad I made you feel good."

"You did. So good." She purred against my chest, her fingers dragging through the buttons of my shirt. "But you didn't get any release."

"That's OK," I replied. "I'm just glad you were able to."

She moved her hand from my chest down to my crotch and squeezed my erection. "That's not OK. It's your turn now. Just relax. Let me take care of you."

Laura slowly knelt down in front of me, one hand still holding me and massaging my cock. Her other hand went to my zipper and slowly pulled it down. She grinned up at me and stuck out her tongue.

"Wow, do you have a license for this?" she asked as she pulled out my 7½-inch cock. I smiled and shook my head as I looked down at the brown-haired beauty kneeling in front of me. "I need to see this better." She pulled my slacks all the way down to my ankles and then slid my boxers down to join my pants. "Spread your legs a bit," she instructed. I unhesitatingly complied.

Laura inspected my cock in a variety of ways. She moved it about – up and down and side to side – as she gazed at it. She delicately slid her fingers along its length and around its girth. I could see her smile as she took its measure. Until such time that she dipped her head and I felt a warm wetness on my lower head. Her tongue began to drag around the mushroom tip. This time it was my breathing that became ragged.

I drew in a deep breath as I felt her tongue drag along the bottom of my staff. She moved my shaft in circles as she attacked its length with her mouth. As she drew her tongue along the flesh of my cock, she would wiggle the tip of her tongue almost like a vibrator. The sensation became more and more intense. I could feel a tightening deep inside my pelvis that I had not felt for way too long.

Laura looked up at me with a smile, her eyes seeming to twinkle. I could see her tongue moving along my shaft. I took another long, ragged breath. "Am I doing it right?" she asked.

"My God," I replied, "if there is a 'more right' way to do it, I don't think I could handle it." She responded by slowly drawing the tip of my tumescence into the warm, wet cavity of her mouth. "Oh, my God, you found it. Uh... Oh, that feels s-o-o-o good."

Laura had the first two inches or so of my manhood in her mouth and kept her head stationary. Her tongue was far from stationary, however; it began slowly tickling the bottom of my shaft and circling the head that was inside her warm mouth. Her right hand began to move back and forth along my pole. Her left hand reached between my legs and lightly stroked my rear end. A moan of ecstasy escaped my lips. Laura's head began to slowly move back and forth, her tongue dragging across the sensitive bottom of my cock.

"I'm not going to be able to hold back long, Laura."

She took my member from her mouth and smiled up at me, her lips wet with saliva. "That's fine. I want you to come in my mouth. I want you to fill me with your cum."

My knees were becoming as weak as my organ had gotten hard. I could not recall a time I was so stimulated and excited. I began to lightly caress her short-cut hair as she bobbed back and forth at my crotch, leaving her in full control of her movements. I was rewarded with a persistent movement straight toward me.

I could feel the glans start to enter her throat. Laura hesitated and I heard her take a deep breath. I felt her press her beautiful face forward and I could feel my cock begin to enter that tight tunnel of her throat. She was close to my pubic hairs when she reversed course and my penis came back out of the sweet constriction.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Maybe you're just too big for me. Maybe I'm just out of practice. I can't take you all the way in. I hope you're not mad at me."

"There's no way I could be mad. My God, what you're doing feels so great. So exciting. So thrilling. I love what you're doing."

"Then get ready. I might not be able to swallow all of you, but I'm ready to swallow." She opened her mouth wide and took me back in.

Laura was enthusiastic at her task. Her tongue flitted like a butterfly on my rigid shaft. Her lips constricted around me as she plunged her head back and forth. Her right hand pumped at the base of my shaft while her left hand caressed my ass.

All my senses were engaged. I could still taste her lipstick from the earlier kisses. I saw her head bobbing back and forth at my crotch. I could hear her slurping and breathing and my increasingly frequent moans. The scent of her sweet juices still hung in the air. And most of all, every nerve in my cock was alive and responding to the stimulation of her tongue and mouth.

She took me partially into her throat several times. The contrast of her moving tongue compared to her constricting throat was amazing. None of the sexual experiences in my almost five decades of life had been like this. Her hands were exciting. Her lips were thrilling. Her tongue was magic. Together they were like nothing I could remember.

I again felt the tightening deep in my groin and groaned in delight. "Laura, Laura, Laura, I don't know how you do this to me." My hips began to rock back and forth and I began to fuck her mouth. "I love what you're doing. My God, you excite me!"

Laura slightly increased her speed. Her head bobbed back and forth just a bit faster. The head of my cock entered her throat just a bit more frequently. Her tongue became more insistent upon my shaft.

"I'm close," I told her. "I won't last much longer." She said nothing, but her treatment of my cock was answer enough. I rocked my hips back and forth a little more vigorously. "Oh, my God! Oh, shit you're good!"

She began to hum. I began to cum.

As soon as she felt the first rope of cum hit her tongue, she jammed her face forward and plunged my cock as far into her throat as she could. I felt her throat muscles constrict, milking my cock as I came time and again. Her cheeks hollowed and stayed that way as she sucked every drop out of me. My knees bucked as I shot my last load.


Go Home Ch. 02



For an introduction to this story – the characters and the scenario – please read Go Home. My thanks to those who voted on the above story and especially those who provided encouraging comments. The above was my cherry popper; this is only my second. I hope to provide more entertainment and enjoyment in the future. Look for, at a minimum, continuation of this story as Hurricane Frances continues. And, who knows what Hurricane Ivan will do to Florida...

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The day had been wonderful so far, despite having been sent home early from work to prepare for the approaching hurricane. The weather was actually beautiful. I had encountered a young coworker whom I ended up taking to my place for shelter. The resulting conversation, getting to know her, had been very pleasant. She had cooked a delicious dinner for the two of us. And the blowjob she had given me in the kitchen had about knocked my socks off.

We were snuggling on the couch in the den, sipping wine, listening to symphonic poems by Franz Liszt. Laura was pleasantly surprised when she looked through my CD collection; I was pleased with her selection of music for the occasion. The sun had set. It was dark inside my house except for a few scented candles positioned throughout the room.

"So, what did you think about dinner?" she asked.

"Delicious," I answered. "I was impressed. Where did you learn to cook like that? Not a single cook book in sight, yet you created complex, delicate sauces. That was one of the finest meals I've ever had."

"When I was a sophomore at Ohio State University, I had a weekend job at a nearby resort. I started as a hostess in the food service area and spent quite a bit of time in the kitchen. The chefs there liked me. They gave me a crash course in the principles of food preparation and presentation."

"Well, they did an excellent job."

Laura leaned forward and picked up her wine and took another sip, draining her glass. She placed it back on the low table in front of the couch and flopped back. Her head returned to my shoulder and her hand went back to lightly rubbing my thigh. I lifted my arm and put it over her shoulder. She snuggled contently against me.

"This is the best hurricane I have ever experienced," she said.

"Oh, and, how many hurricanes have you experienced in your short – what, about twenty-two years – life? Charley, and now Frances coming up. Any others I don't know about?"

"I'm only twenty," she replied. "I won't be twenty one until March. I skipped a couple grades in junior high. Charley, and now Frances, are my only hurricanes. The first one hurt me. This second one, although it hasn't hit yet, has brought me pleasure. Thanks to you."

"Only twenty? My gosh, I'm not just old enough to be your father; in theory I could be your grandfather." My mood darkened.

"Steve, look at me," Laura said. "Look at me, please. This is important." I turned my head to look once more into those enchanting hazel eyes. "Don't get in a funk about the difference in our ages. Sure, I'm younger, but if you let it bother you, then I misjudged what kind of man you are. None of us are responsible for when we were born. All we are responsible for is the person that we have let the years – few or many – turn us into." She smiled warmly at me. "Now, how are you doing?"

I lifted her hand and turned it palm up before kissing it, dragging my tongue across her palm. "You are so right," I told her with a smile. "How ever did you get so smart so quickly?" Laura shrugged and smiled back at me. "To directly answer the question you asked, I'm doing fine. It's amazing how I was feeling so comfortable with you and one silly thought affected that comfort. And then one simple statement – one truism – from you brought back the comfort. Thank you, Laura. You're a remarkable young lady – no let me amend that: you're a remarkable person. And I'm blessed having made your acquaintance."

"I have to say I'm blessed by having made your acquaintance," she retorted. "For several reasons. I could have been in my apartment crying, scared half to death, lonely and waiting for the hurricane to hit. And hurt me again. Instead, I'm safe in a wonderful house with a wonderful man. My stomach is full from good food and good wine and I'm in a wonderful mood." She smiled at me again. "Not to mention the fact that the man I'm with made me come like I don't ever remember coming before. And he has a big, delicious dick." She broke out laughing after that statement. "I can't believe I'm talking like that. I've probably had enough wine."

Laura sat forward and grinned at me. "But I have NOT had enough of this wonderful cock!" She gently squeezed my growing member. "May I ask a favor?"

"Of course."

"Remember earlier how you were wondering how fresh the linen was on the bed in the guest room? And how I told you not to worry about it then, that I would let you know later if I needed any?"

"I remember. Why? What does that have to do about a favor? Do you want me to get you some clean sheets?"

"No; what I'd like to ask is to be able to sleep in your bed with you."

"I'd like that. Very much."

"I need to be absolutely honest, Steve. I don't mean just sleeping."

"Good. That sounds wonderful."

"Can we take a shower together, first, though? I'd like to shampoo your hair and feel you do mine."

"We can. Do you want to go now?"

"What time is it?"

I checked my watch. "Almost nine."

"We could, I guess. What's the status on the storm?"

"Let me check." I picked up the remote for my entertainment center and muted Liszt. I turned the TV on and found the weather channel where Hurricane Frances was being discussed. We soon realized that the storm had slowed considerably and would not pose a threat to us until at least tomorrow night.

"I could have stayed at my apartment tonight with no problem," she said.

"I'm glad you didn't."

"Me too." After a short silence, Laura added, "Something really special seems to be happening between us. I never expected this."

"Nor did I. But I like it. I want to see where this takes us." I picked up my wine glass and drained it. "Are you ready?"

When she smiled and nodded I stood and took her hand. She glided off the couch into my arms. "Hold me for a minute, first?" she asked. I did.

She eventually broke our embrace and turned to the hallway leading to the bedrooms. She grabbed my stiffening cock through the material of my shorts in her right hand and began to walk. I followed. "Is this the right way?" she asked.

"It feels right to me."

She laughed. "That's not what I meant and you know it. Am I leading you the right direction to your shower?"

I laughed with her. "Yes, this is the right way. The light switch is on your right when you go through the door." She stopped, shifted her grip on my cock to her left hand and felt the wall with her right hand and flipped on the light. The door to the bathroom off my bedroom was to the right and I maneuvered her toward it with my crotch.

Laura's eyes grew wide when she turned on the bathroom lights and saw its size. "My god," she said, "I love how big everything is in this house." She gave my erection a gentle squeeze. "Everything seems to be big here."

I steered her toward the double sink and pressed her backward until she was against the counter. She flexed her young legs and hopped up to sit between the marble sinks. I moved closer until my groin was flush against her crotch. She shifted toward me and wrapped her legs around my waist. Our lips hungrily sought each other's as I ground my hardness against her dampness.

As we kissed, I caressed her upper body. My hand moved to her chest. I was surprised how much flesh I felt beneath her shirt, as her breasts had not appeared to be exceptionally large: significant in their presence, but I had anticipated nowhere near as much cloth-covered flesh as I found in my hand. Laura moaned pleasurably as I massaged her wonderful orb. Our tongues continued their friendly duel, neither ready to surrender.

"Wait, Steve." Laura leaned back slightly, breaking the kiss and moving her body from my hands. She reached down and began to slowly lift her shirt. Her short brown hair disappeared as her pale lavender bra appeared. As much as I enjoyed seeing her face, I enjoyed (at least for the moment) the sight of her young bosom appearing. My hands reached up to cup both mounds at the same time that she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. My grip compensated for the relaxing satiny material.

It had been a long time since I held someone's breasts. Far too long. It had been even longer since I had breasts this firm in my hands. W–a–y too long. I slipped my hands under the cups of her bra and touched that marvelous skin with my palms and fingertips. I could feel the heat from her body. The texture of her hard nipples contrasted with the softness of the rest of her chest. I momentarily let go in order to divest her of her bra, and then took them back in my hands. The edges of my thumbs rubbed both tips. She moaned with pleasure. I squeezed both globes gently and continued to rub her nipples. She continued to slightly moan, her breath accelerating slightly and becoming somewhat ragged.

I leaned down and took her right nipple in my mouth, gently sucking it, all the while softly kneading both breasts and stimulating her left nipple with my thumb. It felt as stiff as a pencil eraser in my mouth and just as big. I continued to suck on that nipple as I massaged her breast. To be fair, I switched to her other breast, taking that engorged tip into my mouth. I lightly closed my teeth, not biting, but applying pressure to it.

She clasped the back of my head with one hand and drew me closer, stuffing her breast further into my mouth. "Ummm, you have no idea what you're doing to me." She ran her fingers through the hair on the back of my head as I continued my nibbling and sucking.

Laura pushed my head away. She reached down and took hold of the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off. She then pulled my face back to hers and resumed passionately kissing me. I felt like an acrobat, balancing on first one foot, then the other as I removed the rest of my clothes without breaking contact with her lips.

Once I was naked, I tried to tug her panties down her shapely hips. I found it was not possible to remove them with her legs still wrapped around my waist. I rubbed my now-freed erection up and down her cloth-covered cleft as I continued to kiss her and massage her breast. Our tongues dueled on.

I tenderly squeezed her left globe as I bent to give that nipple a prolonged kiss. My pelvis drifted back from hers as my other hand caressed her sweet assets. I raised that hand up next to the first and grasped her other breast in that hand. Holding both, I moved them closer to each other until her nipples were adjacent. I alternated between the two, sucking them deep into my mouth and flicking the tips with my tongue. Her breath grew ragged.

I bent lower, dragging my tongue down her stomach. I stopped momentarily at her navel, dipping my tongue in and swirling it around. My hunt there found no treasure. With a noisy kiss, I removed my mouth from her torso and stood up. I grasped her panties and tugged. She lifted her rear end to allow me to remove that delicate, damp piece of lingerie. Her short skirt followed. We were now both naked.

I moved forward and held her firmly in my arms, her magnificent bare breasts pressed hard against my bare chest. Her lips nibbled gently on my neck. She took my earlobe between her teeth and gently chewed on it. Her tongue swirled hesitantly in my ear. I felt my knees tremble.

I asserted myself, moving her face from my neck with my head as I returned the attack. I gently sucked the skin on her neck between my teeth and nibbled my way down her neck. I continued past her collarbone, back down to her wonderful chest. I again took a breast in each hand and again pressed her nipples close to each other. I teased those pencil-eraser sized nubs with my flicking tongue. I drew them into my mouth and suckled almost as a baby would, all the while massaging those globes with my tender hands.

My mouth again moved south, trailing down her tightening abs, past her belly button. I reached the beginning of her plentiful pubic hair and drifted to the side, bypassing her core. My tongue dragged down to her upper thigh. I sucked the inside of her upper thigh, slowly shifting my focus of attention toward her knee, lavishing attention on the flesh directly in front of my mouth. I switched to her other leg and began the journey back up.

Her scent was heavy and heady, almost intoxicating. It had been far too long for this activity also. My nose encountered her fur while my tongue was still moving upward. I moved my head backward just enough that I could see the magnificent morass in front of me. It was an exciting sight. Her labia were slightly separated and damp.

I moved my tongue closer to slowly lick around her hole. Each time my tongue drifted across the top of her opening and brushed against her clit, I could feel Laura's body twitch. I continued to slowly caress her with my tongue. She continued to jerk when I hit that nerve center.

I moved my face even closer and entered her with my tongue, slowly dragging my oral member against her tight tunnel. The taste of her dew coating my tongue was delectable. I shifted my hands to spread her thighs further apart and separated her labia with my fingertips. As I drew my tongue upward and out of her nest, I would drag it across her clit. She continued to twitch as I ministered to her womanhood.

I put a finger inside her as I tongued her. I rubbed the front wall of her vagina, searching for and finding the bump that disclosed the location of her G-spot. As I tenderly rubbed that spot, I drew her clit into my mouth, nursing on it similar to the manner I had nursed on her nipple earlier. Laura's twitching became more pronounced.

"Ah, Steve, that's wonderful," she stated. Her breathing was heavier and more ragged. I continued to enjoy her orally. "You're going to make me cum." I continued to worship at her center. "Ohh, Steve, that is SO good!"

I moved my finger in and out of her with just a bit more pressure on her G-spot. I pulled more of her nerve bundle into my mouth and slowly sucked on it as I flicked my tongue lightly across the end.

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, her body jerking, threatening to dislodge me from her juncture. Laura grabbed the back of my head and pulled me close against her, her pelvis jerking against my mouth. Her motion froze as a protracted moan came from above me. I continued to flick my tongue against her clit as my finger continued its motion inside her. Her pelvis again shuddered against my face and she moaned her ecstasy. I continued pleasuring her.

After an extended moan, she grabbed my ears and gently moved me away from her crotch. She smiled down at me, her mouth quivering slightly. Her light upward pressure on my ears informed me she wanted me to rise. Her lips sought out my rising mouth and her tongue seemed to dive down my throat.

"Wow, that was so great," she said. "Nobody ever ate me like that."

"I'm glad you liked it. I have to confess I'm out of practice."

"If you're out of practice, then I for sure want to be with you when you're at your peak." She pulled me forward and pressed her bosom against my chest once again. We hugged each other tenderly, our upper torsos still, except for the pounding of our hearts and the rhythm of our breathing. Our lower bodies were nowhere as still, though.

My cock was pointed straight forward and, like a homing missile, found her moist opening. With almost no effort at all on my part, I found my hardness entering her warmth. It felt as though it was being sucked into her. My mouth sought out hers and we kissed as I bottomed out in her hole.

Laura had superb control of her vaginal muscles. Without moving her hips, I could feel my rod being rhythmically squeezed by her love tunnel. I began to slowly move in and out.

"I needed this," she said. "I needed to feel you inside me. I love how you fill me."

"I love filling you," I replied. I continued slowly pumping in and out. Her ankles moved back around me and pressed against the small of my back. Her feet pressing against me – pulsing – began to set a rhythm as my hips moved back and forth, plunging my organ into her orifice. She periodically held me deep in her, her vaginal muscles gripping me. At those times I would rotate my hips, grinding my crotch against hers.

The moments of stillness deep inside her grew less frequent. I began to pump into her at an increasing rate. Our kisses would be interrupted by moments of both of us gasping for air. My hands were busy caressing her and massaging her breasts. I rubbed my thumbs across the tips of her nipples in concert with the rhythm of my pumping into her.

Laura arched her back, tilting her head back. A low guttural gasp expanded into a moan as she climaxed. "Oh, yes! Don't stop!" she exclaimed. Her pelvis began to rock back and forth as I pumped in and out. "Oh, god!" she cried as she came. "Oh, yes, fuck me!"

My entire seven-and-a-half-inch length was pounding in and out. I continued to alternate my in-and-out motion with grinding my crotch against her. She shuddered again, her teeth closing on my neck as she thrust her slippery sheath forward as far as it would go. "Ah, YES!" she cried. My love muscle drilled into her as her legs kept pulling me into her. I unloaded in her with shot after shot. I pressed my groin tightly forward against her offered opening, my own pelvis jerking as I came. Eventually, both our respiration rates returned to near normal. 

"Damn, Steve, that was un-fucking-believable," she said.

"I have to agree," I told her. "Un-fucking-believable, I think you called it." We held each other tightly as we came down from our emotional and sexual highs. "I can't believe how good that felt, or how much I missed doing that."

"It's been a while?" she asked.

"Too damn long."

"Well, all I can say after that, is it's their loss."

"Thanks." We held each other tenderly as we caught our breath.

"Are you ready for that shower, now?" she asked.

"If you are."

Laura kissed me gently and pushed me back so she could get off the counter top. "Where are the towels?"

I opened a cabinet and took out two large, fluffy towels. "Will these do?" Her smile was answer enough. I stepped over to the shower and stuck my arm in, grabbing the knob. I turned it on and adjusted the temperature. "How's this?" I asked.

Laura stuck her arm in the shower and, after feeling the water temperature, increased it slightly. "It's good, now," she told me. She entered the shower and turned to me, inviting me into my own shower. I joined her. We moved about each other as we alternated letting the water cascade down on us.

"Stand still," she instructed, a bottle of shampoo in her hand. Its fresh scent tickled my nostrils as she poured a generous amount into her hand. "Turn around."

My eyes were initially open as I turned to face her, but I closed them right after she began to lather my scalp. Her movement as she lathered me reinforced the image that had been burned into my mind as her breasts and other body parts rubbed against me. She must have seen the grin on my face because she began to rub herself against me in an even more exaggerated manner. The combination of her fingers gently gliding through my scalp and her slippery torso rubbing against mine created an enjoyable combination of feelings. I felt a tingle in my groin as my cock began to swell again.

Laura pressed herself hard against me. Her fingers continued to lather in the shampoo, but simultaneously caused my head to bend toward her. I blindly found her mouth and our tongues again began their now-familiar duel. The symphony of senses included the feel of her body, the scent of shampoo, the taste of her mouth, along with the sounds of cascading water and heavy breathing and light moaning. Painted on the back of my eyelids was a picture of the beautiful woman I was enjoying.




Go Home Ch. 02



"Lean forward," she said, directing my head under the full force of the showerhead. Once my hair was thoroughly rinsed, I opened my eyes and looked down at her. "Did you like it?"

"I did," I answered. "May I do you?"

"I'd love that."

I took the shampoo from its niche and poured a generous amount directly onto her head. I placed the bottle back and began to spread the shampoo across her scalp. I gave her more of a scalp massage than I did an actual shampoo, but as the soap was there, her scalp was cleaned at the same time. 

Once the lather was more-or-less evenly distributed, I used it as a lubricant to massage the back of her neck. I tilted her head slightly forward with my left hand and gently worked my way down her neck with my right hand. After several times down her neck with that hand, I switched to do the other side of her neck. Laura made noises reminiscent of a cat purring. I released her neck and placed my fingertips on both temples, lightly rubbing, working my way backward to above her ears and back down to her neck. The upward motions of my fingertips caused Laura to stand erect and lean back against me. After working the sides of her head, I massaged the top.

Laura reached behind her and grasped my cock, stroking it gently. It grew even harder in her hand. She leaned forward into the spray of the shower and rinsed her hair, swinging her head similar to a dog shaking off excess water; her grip on me did not lessen. Laura parted her legs and guided me between them into her awaiting depths.

I had to bend my knees somewhat in order to effect the penetration and in-and-out motion, a task I was more than willing to perform. Laura leaned forward and braced her hands against the shower wall. She lifted onto her toes and back down to flat feet, repeating that cycle to match my in-and-out thrusting. My cock felt like it was in molten butter, it was so slippery and warm inside her.

"I can't believe I'm doing this again," I told her. "Would you have guessed an old man like me would recover so quickly?"

"You're not old," she said. "Just shut up and fuck me."

I smiled down at her back. "Yes, ma'am." My erection continued its slow in-and-out. "God, this feels good. You're so tight. I love the way you squeeze me with your vagina."

Laura squeezed her internal muscles extra hard. "You mean like that?"

"Yes, like that. Aaaahhh, that feels so good." I continued to slowly pump in and out of her pulsating pussy. Every third or fourth time I pumped in, I held my crotch tight against her groin and ground against her. Every time I did that she returned the pressure.

"You feel so big in me. So big. So hard. So good. Oh, yes, like that. Just keep doing what you're doing. Aaaahhh. Yes. So good."

I could feel a tightening behind my balls for the third time in these few hours since we had arrived at my house. I knew I would not be able to hold out much longer. "Oh, baby, this feels so good. You make me feel so good." I pressed hard against her mound, rotating against her. I forced myself to think about other things to keep from shooting prematurely.

Laura took one hand from the shower wall and reached down to her crease. I could feel her fingers as I drove in and out. "Pretty soon, Steve," she stated. "I'm almost there, again. I can't believe how fast you make me come. Aaaahhh, I love the feel of you in me."

I began slow, deliberate strokes into her furnace. I pulled almost all the way out and held there with just my mushroom tip inside her. I then slowly pushed back up inside her, pressing her forward as I bottomed out in her sexy sheath. Back out to the tip. Hold it there. Slowly back in until I hit bottom. Hold it there. Out. Hold. In. Hold. Out. Hold. In. Hold. I found it as hard to hold that slow rhythm as I was hard, but I persisted.

"Ah, that is SOOO good," she said. I could feel her fingertips rubbing her clit as I slowly stroked along her G-spot, the pressure accentuated by the angle of the rear penetration. I felt her legs trembling now as I plunged in and out of her tight tunnel. "Ah, yes, don't stop."

I could now feel my own legs start to tremble, both from the unaccustomed physical activity I was doing and from the radiating of that tingling behind my balls. I knew I was approaching that moment that some refer to as the "little death." I plunged a little more quickly, speeding up quicker than the acceleration of Ravel's Bolero. I could feel moisture dripping from my forehead that was not from the water still spraying on us.

I felt Laura jerk, her whole body tensing. It took extreme concentration to not be thrown from her now-bucking hole. "Yes!" she cried out. "Yes! Oh, God, YES!"

Her fingers, which had seemingly been frozen in place when her climax hit, started again circling around her clit. I started pumping faster and faster. "Oh, God, I'm almost there," I cried out. My meat would have smoked from the friction had she not been so dripping wet with natural lubrication.

"Oh, my god!" she cried out again as another wave of pleasure rushed through her. I felt her body tense and then jerk as a third wave hit. "YES!" she cried.

I felt my gonads release the tension that had been building and I shot my seed into her. As I ejaculated she came one final time. Our legs were both trembling, almost shaking from both the exertion and the excitement. Our breathing was ragged and it was only with effort that we were able to finally stand straight. I turned her around and pulled her tight against me. When my heartbeat neared normal I bent to kiss her tenderly, chewing her lip lightly, this time without the dueling tongue.

"This is fantastic," I told her. "It's been far too long. So good. Wow...."

"It was good, wasn't it?" I could feel her heart pulsing against my bare chest. "So strong. I don't remember ever coming that hard, or that prolonged. Thank you." She reached up with her lips and kissed me again. "Now, let's clean up and crawl in bed." Laura slowly soaped my front and turned me around to clean my back.

I soaped her marvelous body, being tender in spots that deserved special tenderness. When we were satisfied with our work on each other and completely rinsed off, I turned off the water and opened the shower curtain to get our towels. We dried each other off. I kissed her again lightly.

"Ready?" I asked

"Ready."

I took her hand and led her to the bed. The last thing I remembered that night was her head on my chest as I fell asleep with a most wonderful, wondrous woman.

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To be continued — presuming there are people out there who want to read more about what happened between Steve and Laura as Hurricane Frances roared across Florida. Don't forget to vote and/or send me feedback on this happening – anonymous or otherwise. My thanks to those who provided feedback on the first chapter I wrote.



Go Home Ch. 03



This is the third chapter in an on-going story about two individuals who are hunkering down before Hurricane Frances – an actual storm – passes over central Florida. Although not absolutely necessary, I recommend reading the first two chapters and then come back to this installment. The storm and its effect were real. As a Floridian, I lived through it. I have taken certain literary license in the story, however. This is only my third submission anywhere; I hope you are enjoying it. The story will outlast the storm. And then, perhaps, Hurricane Ivan will contribute.

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I was having the most wonderful dream. So wonderful. So wet. So wild. So wantonly imaginative and exciting. So real! In my dream, I could feel a wet, wriggling warmth enveloping my cock. I lay in that half-awake/half-asleep state enjoying my dream, promising myself that this would be one dream I would remember when I actually awakened.

I eventually realized that it was a mouth working on me in my dream. A warm, wet, wondrous mouth with a wiggling, writhing tongue. I could feel my morning wood being drawn deep into that dream mouth. I could feel the tongue of my dream partner sliding along the bottom side of my erection, licking, warmly rubbing it. I felt my organ slide out of that mouth and the tongue wrap around my seven-and-a-half-inch length, then tickle directly under the mushroom head of my rock-hard member. A feminine hand was gently pumping the base of my shaft as the mouth once again enveloped my hard-on. I felt a moan escape my throat as I enjoyed my dream lover.

“Are you waking up, Steve?”

I opened my eyes and looked down toward the foot of my bed. My dream lover was actually a dream come true. I saw Laura, a young woman I had literally bumped into (was it just yesterday?) who was now sharing my bed. And my manhood. Her mouth was sucking me into the top of her throat and I could feel her tongue writhing about my hardness.

“I’m awake,” I answered, “although I could feign sleep almost forever if it would keep this going. God, that feels good.”

“Then I’ll keep doing it.” Laura closed her mouth tightly around my dick. Her head bobbed up and down on me as her hand kept rhythm with her oral movements. 

“Damn, this is the best wake up call I’ve ever had,” I stated.

Laura took me out of her mouth and smiled up at me. “He was already awake when I started this.” She sucked me back in with a loud noise and resumed her oral magic. I could feel that again-familiar tingling behind my balls.

“If you keep that up, you’re going to get a mouthful.”

“I’ve already got a mouthful,” she retorted before again resuming one of the best blowjobs I could ever envision. The tingling behind my gonads grew stronger. I reached down and caressed her short brown hair as she bobbed up and down on my love muscle.

“Laura, if you keep this up, I’m going to come.”

Laura continued bobbing up and down on my cock, her tongue a liquid fire upon my manhood. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. She took me deep into her mouth (part of me, I swear) down her throat and held me there for several very long seconds before lifting her mouth from me and scootching up the bed until her face was even with mine. Laura kissed me deeply. I could taste myself on her tongue.

“Good morning,” she said. “Did I wake you up?”

“You sure did. All of me.”

“I like how you taste. I like how you feel in my mouth.”

“And I like how I felt in your mouth.” Our tongues dueled. She was surprisingly fresh despite the fact that we had both just awakened after a full night of sleep. “Am I really hard again? Is this just a dream?”

“It’s not a dream,” she answered. “Maybe a dream come true, but not a dream. You feel too real to me to be a dream.”

We continued to kiss. I reached down and took her breast in my hand, gently squeezing it. She reached down and grasped my erection and slowly stroked it. I moved my hand from her bosom down to her muff and fingered her slit. It was sopping wet. My finger slid into her entrance. Our tongues dueled.

Laura rolled her leg over my torso and shifted her position to get atop me. As she rolled on top of me she moved my lance to meet her sopping wet sex sheath, putting my organ at her opening. Once she was on top she started to slowly insert my manhood into her waiting womanhood. I easily slid into her well-lubricated hole. Before I knew it, I was solidly implanted into her warm vagina.

Laura began to slowly roll her hips as she straddled my hips. I could feel my shaft slowly slide in and out of her orifice. Except for thrusting my hips forward and upward to facilitate her ability to stroke my cock with her cunt, I lay still, letting her control the situation. The wet friction was fantastic.

I took her breasts in my hands, gently squeezing those lovely orbs. I was rewarded with both a smile from Laura and a squeeze of her vaginal sheath. “I love how you can squeeze me like that,” I stated.

She flexed those muscles around my length again. “And I love having you in me to be able to squeeze you.” Laura’s eyes squeezed shut as she again squeezed me with her love tunnel. The exquisite pleasure caused me to close my eyes.

I lifted my face and found a nipple with my tongue. I drew it gently into my mouth and sucked on it, rubbing the tip with the end of my tongue. I felt another squeeze on my pole. “I love the feel of your mouth on me,” she said. “Your mouth is like magic. It sends me to wonderful places.” I continued to tongue her peak as she continued to slowly pump up and down on my pole.

I switched to her other breast and lavished her other brown nub with my mouth. “Ah, yes,” she moaned. “Ah, that feels so good.” My hands gently massaged those wonderful mounds as I switched back and forth between the two nipples. “Ahhh, yes,” she muttered.

Like the transmission of a fine sports car, Laura’s pelvis seemed to change into a higher gear. Her strokes became just a bit faster and just a bit longer in length. I was concerned that she might stroke me right out of her, but soon realized she was factoring in the length of my manhood to the length of her stroke. It remained a long stroke. Several times I felt the head of my cock almost slip out. When that happened, Laura would deliberately slip back down the length of my shaft and press her pelvis against mine and rotate, rubbing our pubic hairs together.

I continued to remain rock still on the bed, my efforts to facilitate the situation being just the steady up thrusting of my pelvis and my hard lance. It appeared to be sufficient.

She shifted into an even higher gear. Her slick sheath rotated down and then again up on me. Her clitoris rubbed against my pubic hair every time she bottomed out and rubbed our crotches together. Her breathing grew faster and harder. Her movements grew faster and harder. I felt harder than I could recall ever being, loving the loving that was being lavished upon me. My breathing also grew faster.

Laura slammed down hard, impaling herself to the full extent of my erection and held her carpeted mound against me. I felt her body slightly jerk. “Oh, yes,” she moaned. She began to again piston up and down my length. Her hazel eyes were closed. I could hear her hold her breath and then raggedly release it before catching another breath.

Laura lowered herself to press her torso against mine. I shifted my hands to her back and down to her butt, gently holding that fine behind while she continued to plunge and rotate on my hardness.

Laura’s mouth sought out mine. Her tongue dove between my lips as her pelvis changed gears one final time. I could feel her racing to her finish. I sensed my own engine beginning to race and chased after her. We hit the checkered flag simultaneously. Her body tensed again as I erupted deep within her.

She lay on top of me, her weight a comfortable reminder of the pleasure we had just shared. After her respiration evened she kissed me fleetingly, and then hopped out of bed. “I’m hungry,” she said. “Are you up to some breakfast?”

“I don’t normally eat much,” I replied, “but please feel free to fix whatever you want.”

“Why don’t you brush your teeth and do whatever you normally do in the morning. When you’re done, meet me in the kitchen. I’ll perhaps have a surprise ready for you, by then.”

I smiled as I recalled the sexual session in my kitchen the previous afternoon. “I remember – you’re talented in the kitchen. Give me a few minutes and I’ll meet you in there.”

Laura gave me a warm kiss and pressed her torso against mine as I arose. “Steve, I don’t know how to tell you how much this means to me. Thank you.”

“Thank you,” I responded, “for letting me get to know you and the ways you are letting me get to know you. Whatever else happens, this will be the best hurricane I’ve ever experienced.”

“Me too.” She hugged me extra tenderly and departed for the other side of the house. I watched her butt cheeks sashay back and forth as she departed. I smiled.

After brushing my teeth, shaving, and taking a quick shower (I would never again see my shower in the same light that I had even twenty-four hours earlier) I slipped on a pair of shorts and shirt (I knew she demanded, if nothing else, a shirt at the table) and padded toward the kitchen.

A tantalizing odor tickled my nostrils as I approached the kitchen. Real food prepared for breakfast. I could smell coffee, but was not sure what else I was experiencing. I rounded the corner and saw two places prepared at the breakfast nook in the kitchen. A steaming mug of coffee and large glass of fresh Florida orange juice were positioned next to each plate. Laura was standing in front of the stove holding a frying pan, rolling its contents around. Thick slabs of French toast were finishing up on a griddle beside her.

What really got my attention, though, was her appearance. She was wearing my apron – it had been made specially for my six-and-a-half foot frame by some friends of mine some time back – as she stood facing the stove. Just that. Just the apron. Her derriere was framed fantastically below the tie straps of the apron and between the two edges. What a beautiful butt.

She sensed my entrance and turned to me with a smile. “You’re just in time. Have a seat. I hope you like French toast. I made it a special way.” Rather than taking a seat, however, I walked over to her and kissed the back of her neck, my arms around her in a loving embrace.

“Stop that!” she said, although I detected a smile in her voice. “The food’s just about ready and if you get me started, you won’t have it for breakfast.” She turned and gave me a quick kiss. “Now, sit down.”

I sat at my customary chair and picked up my coffee. I looked around for my cream and sugar, but could not see it on the table. I arose and got it. I prepared my coffee and took my first wake-up sip. She had brewed it perfectly.

Laura placed thick slabs of hot French toast on both our plates. She began spooning onto the toast the concoction she had been cooking when I walked in. “Wow,” I said, “I don’t think I’ve ever had this before. Looks good. It darn sure smells good. What is it?”

“Sliced bananas, obviously,” she answered, “and pecan pieces cooked in a mixture of butter and syrup. The trick to this, the chefs taught me, is to get the butter/syrup mixture hot enough, without burning, so that when the bananas are added, they crisp up on the outside without turning into mush on the inside. Eat up. Enjoy.”

I did precisely that, eating and enjoying a most wonderful breakfast. Laura and I split the third thick slice of French toast and finished our orange juice. I sat back, smiling, looking at her as I drank my coffee.

“I’m sorry I didn’t have the cream and sugar out for you,” she told me. “I had pictured you as a black coffee man.”

“I like my coffee like I like my women: hot, sweet, and tan.” Laura graciously smiled at my inadequate attempt at humor.

“Let’s drink our coffee on the lanai,” I suggested. We refilled our mugs and walked to the back of the house. I opened the slider and we stepped out. Closing the door behind us, I took her hand and led her to the far edge. Although my lanai had been damaged by Hurricane Charley and not yet fixed, one could still use it, although the ambiance was diminished. We sat down on chairs facing toward the rear of my property, overlooking a not-distant pond.

Two large turtles were sunning themselves on the far bank of the pond. An egret was standing in the shallows, statue-like, looking for his breakfast. An anhinga swam by, its head and neck out of the water looking snakelike. Which was what Laura thought it was until I identified the bird to this northern transplant. “Sometimes Al will visit and sun on the banks,” I told her.

“Al?”

“Al. As in, perhaps, Albert. Or Alice. I’m not sure of the gender, but for sure Al as in alligator. He or she is a relatively small one – about six, seven foot.”

A concerned look passed over her face. “My god, that’s bigger than me. Bigger than you, maybe. Aren’t you scared? Isn’t that dangerous?” I assured her it was not dangerous because I gave the gator no reason to grow accustomed to, and not scared of, humans.

“So,” I asked her as I took the last sips from my mug, “what do you want to do today?”

“What’s the latest on the hurricane?”

“It’s still headed for the east coast and projected to come over the top of us. We’ll see winds picking up soon and by tonight things could be rocking. It’s a major hurricane. We can stay out here for a while, but later today we’ll want to stay inside and hunker down. Do you have any preferences?”

“Getting to know you even better is high on my list,” she answered. “Do you have any good videos to watch?”

“I have some. Not sure if you’ve seen most of them. I have some old classics. Some comedies – I love comedies – “

“Me too!” she interjected.

“I really don’t think we’re going to find any video stores open nearby. As you noticed, I live a bit off the beaten path.”

“I noticed. I like this place, though. So quiet. So peaceful. At least right now. So isolated. Do you have any neighbors close by?”

“I don’t. I have just over two hundred acres. If you go about half a mile straight back, you’ll find a river that is the boundary to my property. The other side of the river is a wildlife preserve. On either side, at least for now, are properties similar to mine – people that desire and respect privacy. A man who hardly ever visits it owns one of those. A young couple – both surgeons – owns the other. We occasionally see each other, but, for the most part, once I come down the road I don’t see anybody until I hit the road again.”

“I like it. I like your place.”

I stood, took her empty mug and walked into the house to refill both mugs. She did not appear to have moved at all when I returned – she was looking out at the pond watching the world come alive around us.

“What a strange looking bird,” she stated, pointing to the anhinga that was now standing on the bank, wings spread. “I wasn’t sure whether or not to believe you that I was seeing a bird and not a snake, but now I see it out of the water. Why are its wings spread like that? Is that some kind of mating posture?”

I explained to her how an anhinga had no oil glands for waterproofing its feathers like other water birds and needed to spread its wings to dry its feathers. I talked also about the sand hill cranes that visited, their life-long mating habits, and even talked about the eagle nest near the river. Laura sat quietly, watching me intently as I rambled on about my land and the wildlife present.

“You really like this place, don’t you?”

“I love it.”

Laura hesitated before speaking again. “Steve, I want to ask a rather personal question. You don’t have to answer it, of course. I’m just a bit curious – maybe even puzzled – about something. Again, it’s your business and you don’t have to answer.”

I looked at her and could see only curiosity in her eyes. “Go ahead. Ask. Depending on the question, of course, I may or may not answer.”

“Here’s what I’ve been wondering. I know you’re one of the big guys at work, one of the top members of the administration. At least that’s what some of the people I work with had told me. Which means you probably get a decent salary. And, you told me about having made good investments some time back. But somehow, between the job and your life here, there seems to be a disconnect.

“I figure,” she continued, “that there’s no way that your job could pay enough for you to have a place like this. It’s not like you’re the CEO or anything like that. I mean, you’re a department head, but judging by what I’m paid, there’s no way a department head could afford this kind of place. So, that tells me that you are rich on your own right – that you don’t need to work. So, why do you? Am I off track? Did I make any sense? Are you mad at me for asking?”

I grinned at her over my mug. “You’re pretty perceptive. Pretty and perceptive.”

“And?”

I sipped my coffee. “You’re right. I really don’t need to work. At least not for the money. In some ways, I would like nothing better than to stay here on my little estate and enjoy what nature provides. I could afford it, but I enjoy and need the interaction that I have with people because of my job. Work to me is a very social thing. I like it. Plus, I like the challenges that work provides. I’m the kind of guy who is good at both concrete and abstract concepts. As a result, I’m able to do things with computers that others can’t. And I get respect for that. It makes me feel good.” I sipped more coffee. “Does that answer your question?”

“Pretty much. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Laura finished her coffee. “I want to take a shower. Do you mind if I leave you alone for a bit?”

“Go right ahead. Make yourself at home. You know where the towels are.”

Her sweet butt waggled its goodbyes to me through the open back of the apron as she went back in the house. I sat watching my pond, reflecting on the relationship that was developing between Laura and me. It had been less that twenty-four hours ago that I had literally bumped into her and then brought her home. I had not really known her well prior to that encounter, yet since roughly noon yesterday we had made love four times. Great love. Great sex. My balls started tingling again as I remember how she took me in her mouth in the kitchen yesterday afternoon. How we had made love in my bathroom twice last night – once on the sink and again in the shower. And how her magic mouth had awakened me this morning. Four times in less than a day. Not bad for a man my age.

Age. What a difference in our ages. And yet, at least right now, how unimportant that was. She had made sense yesterday evening when she told me that we were not responsible for when we were born – just responsible for what we had allowed our years to make of us. She had made a lot of herself in her two decades. Her young years felt compatible with my five-and-a-half decades.

I drank the last of my coffee and wandered inside. I rinsed my mug and put it into the dishwasher. I could hear water humming through the pipes, indicating the shower was running. I smiled, remembering that wonderful vision I experienced there last night. My balls started to tingle and I considered joining her and scrubbing her back.

I instead cleaned up the breakfast dishes, putting everything in the dishwasher. There was a little of the banana, nut, and syrup concoction left in the pan. I stuck my finger in the now-cool topping and scooped it out. It tasted great even cold. I realized I was with a very special person. A great cook. An interesting conversationalist. An intelligent woman, able to construct from seemingly disparate abstractions. And a minx in bed. My balls tingled once more at the thought of her.




Go Home Ch. 03



Dirty dishes taken care of, and the table, stove, and counter top wiped clean, I walked to the den and flipped on the TV. It was still tuned to the weather channel. The hurricane was being shown as the set warmed up. Frances was still headed straight at the east coast of Florida, the projected path seeming to intersect the coastline around Palm Bay. Its trajectory would put it right over, or darn close to right over, my roof with winds that would possibly still be in excess of 100 miles-per-hour by the time it worked its way inland.

“Is it going to hit us?” I turned my head at the question to see Laura had entered the room. She was wearing two towels – one wrapped around her head and a larger one wrapped around her torso. She had found one of the big towels so there was not much flesh being shown.

“It appears so,” I answered. “I’ve lived here long enough to know that they can almost stop on a dime and change directions, so to speak, but I suspect we’ll feel it before long.”

Laura sat down beside me, leaning forward, her eyes riveted on the TV screen. As accustomed and inured as I had become to tropical weather, I started to see this storm through the eyes of a neophyte. And I could understand her concern. Especially factoring in what she had been through only weeks after moving to Florida. I put my arm around her shoulder. “You’ll be safe here. You don’t need to be afraid.”

She turned to me, moisture in her eyes. “I believe, that, Steve. I’m scared out of my mind, but at the same time I do feel safe here. Not just physically safe, but emotionally safe with you.” She leaned back from her previous intent gaze at the screen, laying her head against the back of the couch. As she slid forward, the movement caused interesting things to happen to the towel around her. She appeared oblivious to how much inner thigh was being displayed. As she again adjusted her position, the towel gaped open even more. I knew it would take only one more wiggle before I would again see her precious, plentiful pubic hair. My balls tingled again. She shifted again. I could feel the blood collecting in my phallus as it began to grow.

“You are, without doubt, the most exciting woman I have ever encountered,” I told her.

She shifted her attention from the TV screen to me. When she saw where I was looking she reached down and pulled the towel back together. It did not want to stay closed when she let go, however. I realized it would not take much until it popped open again. My grin and stare were perhaps factors that apparently made her realize it also. “Do you want me to go put some clothes on?” she asked

“No,” I stated adamantly. “I kinda like this.”

“Do you want me to take my towel off so you can see better?”

“Only if you want to.” I was grinning ear to ear at this point. Laura tried again to overlap the edges of the towel better. “I apologize for not being more of a gentleman,” I told her, “but when something’s right in your face like that….”

“Right in your face? Right in your face? I’ll show you right in your face!” She stood and removed the towel. She stepped onto the couch, one foot on either side of my legs and leaned forward. “Now, this is right in your face!” Her pubic hair was directly in front of me. I looked up at her face smiling down at me. I looked back at her naked vagina in front of me.

I laughed. “It sure is.” I looked – what a wondrous sight. I licked. What a delectable hint of flavor. I listened to her sigh. I looked back up at her. “May I?” She nodded assent.

I lightly traced the uppermost portion of her inner thighs with the fingertips of my right hand. The fingertips of my left hand traced around behind her and gently stoked her derriere. She bent her knees slightly and parted her thighs to give me access to her innermost core.

Laura’s outer labia were slightly parted and slightly damp with her womanly nectar. My fingertips drew circles around her mound as I cupped her butt in my other hand. Her hands reached down to my head and grasped it lightly for balance. I took a deep breath, inhaling her delicate scent. “God, you look wonderful,” I stated. She quietly thanked me. I took another deep breath. “Your scent is so intoxicating.” I continued to titillate her cleft with light strokes around the perimeter. “I love the feel of your skin. The smoothness. The warmth coming from you, right now. The silky feel of your pubes.” I tightened the circumference of my digital meandering. My finger brushed across her protruding clitoris and lightly dipped down into that liquid area of her carpeted mound. “I love how wet you get for me.” I lightly ran my finger up and down her groove, my finger becoming coated with her dew.

Laura’s knees started to tremble as I continued stroking my finger between her labia. “Oh, god, you make me feel good,” she quietly stated through clenched teeth. “I love being here with you like this. I can’t believe what you do to my body.”

I removed my finger from her slit and looked up at her. She opened her eyes and looked down at me with affection. I slowly and deliberately moved my dew-coated finger to my mouth and sucked it in. “I love how you taste. I love the taste of you on my tongue. So sweet. So overpoweringly delicate.” I bent my head back to the wondrous sight in front of me and went directly to the source. My tongue lapped at her lower mouth tentatively at first, then more assertively.

“Ahh, yes,” she said. The deeper I put my tongue into her opening the more her legs trembled. “Your tongue feels so good.” I could feel her hands on my head trembling slightly and her grip for balance a tad tighter. “No one has ever made me feel like this.” I thrust a finger up inside her tunnel and pulled her clit into my mouth with my lips. She jerked and collapsed onto the couch beside me. My lips followed her lower lips and I resumed the attack.

“Oh, yes!” she cried. I parted her vulva with fingertips of both hands and positioned my mouth even closer on her sweetness. I varied my frontal assault, at times teasing and titillating with tender touches of my tongue and at times solidly sending her higher and higher with deliberate assaults of my tongue and lips.

Laura’s whole body was involved. Her legs were almost jerking with tremblors. Her breathing was ragged. A sheen of perspiration coated her body. Her guttural sub-vocalizations mixed with ragged moans. Her fingers were now raking through my hair as she reinforced her satisfaction with my face in her crotch. I continued to lick, probe, stroke, and suck on her womanhood.

“Aaaahhh, that’s good,” she moaned. “Aaaahhh, you do that so well.” Laura drew a deep breath and held it. Her groin bucked against my mouth. She released her breath with a soft wail. “Aaaahhh, you’re making me come, again.” Her pelvis bucked. My pressure of my finger inside her tight tunnel against her G-spot increased. Her hips jerked again. “Aaaahhh, my God! Ohhhhh, Steve! Ohhhhh, yes. Don’t stop!” Laura’s whole body stiffened. She pulled my face hard against her crevice, lifting my upper torso from the couch cushions where I had been lying as I ate her. She spasmed twice while holding me up in the air, finally relaxing and allowing my body to lower.

“Damn, that was good,” she finally said. “I love your tongue. Bring it up here, please.” Her hands, still on my head, gently tugged me upward. I shifted my body along the couch until my face was close to hers. She kissed me passionately, her tongue swooping into my mouth, sharing the love juices I had gathered from her. “Thank you, Steve. Thank you once again.”

I kissed her back as a way of telling her she was welcome.

“I want to feel you in me,” she said. “Can you do that for me?” My silent answer was to disrobe and then place the tip of my penis at the sopping wet opening to her vagina and slowly push forward. “Aaaahhh,” she sighed, “you feel so good in me. So hard. So warm. So big. S-o-o-o good. I love making love with you.”

“Me, too,” I agreed. “It feels so good to be with you. Be in you.” I slowly stroked back and forth. “You are so tight. So wet. So wonderful.” My erection continued its slow, deliberate stroking, slowly in and then just as slowly out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

“Aaaahhh,” she moaned. “You fill me so completely. I can feel you touching my cervix when you put it all the way in. I love how big – how long – you are.”

I thrust my entire length into her and held it there. Our groins were mashed against each other, our pubic hairs entwined and slick from her juices. I continued to just press against her, my pelvic bone firm against her love button.

“Aaaahhh, you fill me so completely!” she exclaimed. She thrust her pelvis upward against mine. My shaft was buried in her grotto. Her tunnel walls began to grip and squeeze me rhythmically. It took all my will power not to start plunging in and out of her sweetness and erupting in her.

Laura’s hips dipped back down to the couch cushions momentarily before thrusting back against me. She dipped down and back up a second time, then a third. And a fourth. “Oh my god!” She cried. Her pelvis jerked high and stayed pressed hard against me, although I felt it spasm. After it stilled, she began to pump her orifice along the length of my organ.

“Come in me,” she whispered. “I want to feel you come in me, again.”

I changed tactics from press-and-grind to in-and-out. I got so carried away once that my swollen manhood slipped out of her love nest; she grabbed my member and stuffed it back inside her slippery sheath. I continued to stroke in and out of her, my pace slowly accelerating until I was humping quicker than the winds at the eye-wall of a major hurricane.

“Ohhhhh, yes!” she cried. “YES!”

As she came once again, I could feel my scrotum tightening, ready to send forth its life-making load. Laura’s body jerked under me as she came yet again. I felt her fingernails rake my back. I could feel her teeth biting softly into my shoulder as she buried her head there and spasmed in orgasm. I thrust forward one final time and held myself tightly in her as I erupted into her depths. My own pelvis jerked as I came, and then jerked again and yet a third time as the hot liquid escaped my rigid tool. I jerked a final time as the final sprays of sperm shot forth. I held my weight off her with my elbows, but otherwise collapsed on top of her.

Several minutes passed before Laura nudged me off her. “I want to go clean up. I’ll be right back.” She picked up the towel that had been under her and headed back toward my room. I rolled over onto my back. My breathing slowed, as did my heart rate.

My eyes were closed and I did not hear her footsteps in the thick carpet when she returned. I started when I felt a warm, wet sensation on my crotch. I opened my eyes to see her kneeling in front of me, a warm washcloth in her hands. She gently cleaned my groin, moving my now-soft member around as she gently bathed me before drying me with a clean towel. Apparently satisfied that I was clean and dry, she took my entire length in her mouth. The liquid lava of her mouth felt wonderful, but I remained flaccid.

Laura nudged me onto my side and gave me a pillow from the end of the couch. She grabbed the afghan on the back of the sofa and opened it up to cover us both as she spooned against me. “Hold me, Steve,” she said. “Hold me, please, while we recuperate.”

“We probably need to talk, Laura.”

“We will. Soon. But, for now, please, just hold me.”

I did. And fell back asleep with a wonderful, wondrous woman in my arms and in my heart.

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To be continued — once again presuming there are people out there who still want to read more about what happened between Steve and Laura as Hurricane Frances roared across Florida. Don’t forget to vote and/or send me feedback on this happening – anonymous or otherwise. My thanks to those who provided feedback on the first two chapters that I wrote.



Go Home Ch. 04



This is the fourth (and perhaps final) chapter about two individuals who are hunkering down before Hurricane Frances – a real storm – passes over central Florida. Although not absolutely necessary, I suggest reading the first three chapters and then come back to this installment. The storm and its effect were real. As a Floridian I lived through it. I have taken certain literary license in the story, however. The story will outlast through the storm. And then, perhaps, Hurricane Ivan will contribute. For what it's worth, as I type this chapter, Hurricane Jeanne is howling outside my windows and I haven't even chronicled Ivan, yet. Ah, how time – and wind – flies.

This is only my fourth submission anywhere; I hope you are enjoying it.

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I felt as though my cock was in a vat of warm syrup as I slowly pumped. I could feel a rhythmic pulsing around the length of my hardness as I slowly moved in and out of the wonderful wetness. "Oh, Steve," I heard whispered into my ear from only inches away, "I love how you fill me. I love how you fuck me."

Laura's foot pressing into the small of my back was establishing the rhythm of the rutting as I pressed her against the tree trunk. Her silky lavender panties had been pushed to one side as my pole plunged in and out of her pulsating pussy. My pants were down around my ankles along with my boxers, a result of her having removed them in her frenzy to release my manhood for all of nature to behold. Legs slightly bent to allow a man my height to penetrate her, I plowed into her furrow time after time in cadence with the slow rhythm she had established.

"And I love how you fuck me," I replied. "I love how tight you are. I love how you squeeze me." Her vaginal sheath again squeezed my cock at its deepest penetration, threatening to imprison it inside her forever. "I love how wet and ready you are for me." I pushed in again and held my groin tightly against her pelvis, slowly rotating my hips and grinding against her. "It feels like you have a hand inside your pussy, holding me – gripping me and squeezing my cock." I slowly withdrew almost the entire length of my dick until just the head was in her,. I teased her by holding it there for long seconds before slowing reinserting it to the extent of her depths. "My god, how I love fucking you."

I felt Laura's lower body gently spasm as she hit a preliminary orgasm. That was another thing I loved about making love to her – how she was able to derive pleasure from our coupling. Although I had never received complaints from the women I had been with in my five decades plus of life, this twenty-year-old woman was responding to my amorous efforts in a way I was not used to. And I loved it.

"Aaaahhh," she muttered as another small tremblor quaked her, "you do me so well." Her pelvis spasmed again, slightly more significant in its intensity. "Aaaahhh, yes."

I never would have thought I would be making love to this beautiful young woman out in the open, her pressed against a tree trunk and my pants around my ankles. Definitively not in a hundred or a million years. Yet here I was, working toward my sixth orgasm in just over twenty-four hours, feeling as strong as a champion race horse put to stud. I continued to stoke her fires as I stroked her furnace with my poker. As I passed in and out of her portal of pleasure, thoughts of the events leading up to this encounter paraded through my mind. 

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We had awakened on my couch several hours earlier after an intense meeting of the groins. I had taken Laura under my wing, so to speak, to help her out as another hurricane approached our mid-Florida location. I swear I had not taken her to my place for anything other than altruistic reasons, but once we got to my place, nature and an apparent inbred instinct for survival of the species kicked in. 'My god,' I thought, 'I have never felt like this. I had no idea that sex – raw, uninhibited sex – could be so fantastic. So fornicatingly, forcefully fantastic!'

As I continued to slowly insert and withdraw my rock-hard member, I recalled how I had awakened with my hand full of a beautiful breast and my pelvis tucked up against the beautiful booty of this delicious, delightful damsel to whom I was now making love. The clock on my entertainment center had informed us that it was already afternoon. My first thought had been that I should be ashamed of myself for sleeping the way that I had. My second thought had been that I deserved that rest and, by gosh, had earned it. After all, how many men in their fifties could say they had made love five time in the last twenty-four hours? I thought back to my young days – the days of one's supposed sexual prime – and could not recall having accomplished that. (I probably had, but just could not recall when.)

As I had lay there, that beautiful breast had moved. Not just the movement caused by normal respiration, but the movement caused by the thoraxic swelling of a deep inhalation. Laura's hand had reached up to cover my orb-filled hand. "Hey, sleepy head. You gonna sleep all day?"

I had hugged her closer to me, in the process pressing my pelvis into her posterior. That beautiful butt. That fantastic fanny. That awesome ass. So firm and inviting. Such a wonderful fit in my hands. She had rotated her pelvis against me. I think. It would have been a very slight rotation, but I swear she moved. My mind was awake by then, although my cock had not caught up; I had realized it would not take much more stimulation to wake up my little man. I smiled. I had known that I was up to being up to it again if I in fact did get up for it again.

Laura had rolled to face me, her nipples stabbing into my chest. "Mmmm," she had muttered, shifting slightly to put her face in front of mine. "I like how you hold me." She had leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Gosh, I still taste myself," she had exclaimed. Her tongue traced about my lips. "I can't believe how you make me feel when you eat me. I don't have a lot of experience but I know I've never come like that in my whole life. Your tongue is like a magic wand, or something." She had continued to lick my face. I was able to intercept her tongue with mine several times, but she was not into kissing at the moment – just lapping.

She had eventually given me a gentle kiss, her oral digit penetrating my mouth momentarily before she drew back and rose from the couch. Her hand trailed down my torso as she disengaged from me and her fingertips gently brushed my cock. "Looks like your friend is still asleep," she had said. "Or should I say our friend; I kinda like him, too." She bent down and gave my sleeping member a kiss, then drew him completely into her mouth. Two swirls of her tongue around him later, she stood. "Get off that couch," she had told me. "Let's get up and do something."

We had gotten dressed and walked the half-mile or so to the rear of my property. The weather was still stable, belying the fact that a hurricane the size of Texas was on a path toward us. I knew we would soon feel its wrath, but for now the day was pleasant. I was thankful for the excuse to walk to the river and enjoyed once again seeing things through a new set of eyes.

It had been a pleasant stroll to the river. Some of the animals we saw reminded me of how people were scurrying around to get batteries or water before hunkering down. I had seen more animals during our leisurely stroll than I recalled having seen before. We had seen a number of squirrels and several rabbits. A fox had crossed the trail not far from us as we had stood still watching a cardinal hop around the limbs of a bush. We happened up a snake that slithered away when it felt the vibration of our footsteps. I was able to point out a sand hill crane family as they foraged for food. A white egret stood at the riverbank looking for a meal. The best thing, however, had been when we neared the river and I was able to show her the eagles' nest.

"That is magnificent," she had stated, captivated by the sight. "Are there any eagles in there?"

"The last time I was down here, I saw two adults flying in and out," I had answered.

"Any babies or eggs, do you think? Will the hurricane hurt them?"

"There won't be any eggs or babies in the nest right now," I had told her. "In Florida, unlike up north, eagles lay eggs anywhere from November through January. Maybe nature created them that way to escape hurricanes."

"That nest is huge! How big is it?"

"About six feet around. Probably weighs well over a thousand pounds. And, if Hurricane Frances blows it down, the eagles will probably just build another one right where this one is in a month or maybe even less."

I had been able to shift her attention from the nest itself and pointed to the sky over the trees across the river. A large bald eagle could be seen soaring on the thermals, appearing and then disappearing from sight. As we had watched it soar out of sight behind the tree tops and then back into view again, a second eagle appeared.

"Can they see us?" she had asked.

"Of course. You've heard the expression 'eagle eyes,' I'm sure."

Laura had laughed in a low voice, her laughter reminiscent of the tinkling of a rippling brook. "Dumb question. I admit it. This is so cool! I've never been this close. Can we go closer?"  

I had shaken my head. "No, this is as close as I ever get to their nest. I don't want to spook them or make them nervous. I like the idea of having an eagle nest on my property and don't want to chance scaring them away."

We had continued watching those magnificent birds as they continued working the thermals, slowly drifting closer to the nest. Laura had been enraptured by the experience. As she watched intently, I had held her tenderly. I had stood behind her, my arms lightly around her waist. At least initially. My hands had begun to lightly caress her stomach. I had cocked my head and gently kissed the back of her neck. She had sighed and placed her hands on mine as I stroked her.

Laura's loose top had allowed access to the bare skin of her belly. I had rubbed tender circles around her navel with my fingertips. Laura leaned back against me, her derriere rubbing my crotch. "This is SO cool!" she reiterated. "So cool. Nobody around – just you and me and nature – watching these magnificent birds. Another wonderful experience with you." She had twisted in my arms and pressed firmly against me. The kiss she gave me was reward enough for anything and everything done. Or desired, but not yet done.

She had turned around to face the birds again. My hands remained about her waist, my mouth again dipping to her neck. As I had nibbled on the tight flesh below her ear, my fingers traced ever-widening circles above her belly button. My left hand had risen to cup her unfettered breast as my lips rose up to her earlobe. I had gently nibbled her earlobe as I lightly pinched her nipple. My right hand continued to pull her back against me. I had felt my cock starting to awaken once again and had pressed my firming friend against the cushions of her butt.

Laura had sighed contentedly again. "I like this," she had said. "I like this a lot. I like you a lot, too, Steve." I had moved my mouth higher and stroked the inside of her ear with the tip of my tongue. "I love what you do to my body." I had gently squeezed her breast while continuing to tweak her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. Laura sighed even deeper. "Aaaahhh, the things you do to me. You know just how to make me feel good." I shifted my hand under her shirt to the other breast. I pressed my loins more firmly into her backside.

One of the eagles had tucked its wings and dove at that time, arrowing at the river not more than twenty feet in front of us. Just before it seemed it would plunge into the slow-moving water, it had extended its wings, transforming vertical speed to forward movement. It had extended its talons and extracted a fish from the river. The other eagle was right behind the first, grabbing its own meal. They had both slowly and majestically flapped their wings and flew to their lofty perch. As we had watched we could see them ripping shards of flesh from the fish to eat.

"Oh, my gosh!" Laura had uttered. "That was magnificent." She had cocked her head to the left giving me even easier access to the side of her neck. My lips and teeth continued to gently nibble her nape and ear. I drew some of her short-cut brown hair into my mouth and gently tugged it. She reached back and caressed the back of my head with her right hand.

I had slid my right hand down the cloth covering her taut abdomen and slipped my hand up under her skirt. When I reached the juncture of her thighs, Laura parted her legs to give me easier access to her mound. I could feel the warmth emanating from her crotch and the first hint of moisture. After tenderly and lovingly massaging her pussy through the material of her panties for a very long minute, I slipped my fingers under the elastic and moved that flimsy shield aside.

I could feel the heat from her as soon as I encountered the guardian hairs. I had moved my hand to again hold her carpeted mound, this time without the barrier of cloth. Laura was already beyond damp; she was sopping wet. My finger slipped into her opening without even trying. I encountered that wondrous tightness once again. Laura had sagged slightly in my arms as I slowly slipped in and out of her grotto. I rubbed her clitoris with the upper part of my finger as the tip inserted and extracted.

"Steve, Steve, Steve," she had muttered. "Oh, my god, what you do to me." Her pelvis had jerked slightly as her first eruption hit her. She had reached down and grasped my firmness through my slacks, squeezing my erection almost painfully firmly. "I need you in me, Steve. I need to feel that big, wonderful cock of yours in me again."

We had almost waltzed over to a nearby hardwood tree, neither releasing the other's genitals. I guided her backward until her back was against the trunk. I dropped my trousers with her full and frenzied cooperation. She had taken hold of my dick and guided it into her portal of pleasure.

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I brought my mind back to matters at hand. Those matters were as wonderful as were the memories of events leading up to it. Marvelously wonderful. The delightful, definite squeezing of my cock with her cuntal muscles. The slippery, special stroking of my steel in her snug sheath. I slowly pressed inward again and held my groin against hers. Laura purred as she rotated against my pelvis, her clitoris receiving stimulation from her movements. Her purring became a low rumble in her throat.

We were both standing, her back against the tree trunk, my knees slightly bent to allow penetration from a man of my six-and-a-half foot height in a woman just under six-foot tall. Laura stood on only one leg, her other leg wrapped around my waist. Her sandaled foot in the small of my back pulsed with the rhythm she wanted. Her hands were wrapped around my back both for balance and for an endearing embrace. My hands alternated between various areas of her body or the tree trunk for balance. A sheen of perspiration was across her brow. I was sweating more profusely as time and my pelvis flew. 

"Aaaahhh, yes," she moaned. "Yes, right there. Hold it there for me."

I maintained the forward pressure of my pelvis. She maintained the rotation of her heavenly hips and stimulation against her clitoris. Her movements caused a fantastic friction along the length of my member. Laura's foot in the small of my back jerked as her hips jerked. I felt her weight sag slightly and shifted my hands down to the sides of her hips to hold her up.

She moaned louder. "Aaaahhh. Oooohhh, yes. Yes!" Small shudders grew more pronounced in her body. Her arms gripped my back tighter. I could feel the sensation behind my balls building and knew I was not long from my own climax. "Oooohhh, fuck me!" she cried out, her hips accelerating, pumping my shaft in and out of her love tunnel faster and faster. "You're making me come, again! Aaaahhh!"

My hips accelerated to match her movement, keeping in sync with her strokes. I began to articulate sub-vocalizations, myself. The tingling behind my balls grew more pronounced. "Aaarghhhh," I muttered, "I'm almost there!"

"Do it!" she stated. "Aaaahhh, do it! Come in me. Aaaahhh, I'm coming, again! Aaaahhh, you make me come so much." If her previous orgasms were like tremblors, she began to quake with high seismic readings. As her tectonic activity went off the chart, my magma rose to erupt into her epicenter. My hot release erupted into her vent. Our groins pressed hard against each other, jerking, spasming as we both released.

I was gasping for air by this time. My thigh muscles were cramping from the unaccustomed activity. My heart was racing. My hard-on was softening. I was happy. Very, very happy. Extremely happy.

Laura removed her leg that had been behind my back and slowly lowered it to the forest floor. Her movement caused my now soft member to slip from her vagina with a plopping sound. I remained pressed against her and could feel our love juices leaking down her leg and onto mine. Laura pushed me away and pulled her panties off, using them to catch those juices. She stood up straight and her skirt lowered to look as if nothing had just happened. She laughed like an innocent child and pointed to my trousers still down around my ankles. "Uh, you might want to pull those up," she said with a big grin. I somehow kept my balance as I retrieved the lowered pants and put them back the way society expects.

"I'm getting hungry," she stated. "Shall we go back to the house? And I'll fix us something to eat?"

"That sounds good," I answered, "except I want to cook for you this time. I'd like to grill a couple of steaks, if you don't mind."

"Why don't you do that later? Right now, though, I need to put something in my stomach. I've performed quite an exercise regimen so far. So have you. Deal?"

"Deal."

We walked back to my house, hand in hand, smiles on our faces and in our hearts, while she twirled her panties around her finger like a miniature hula-hoop.

When we got back to the house we took a quick shower. Although we soaped and shampooed each other, it was done in a loving, tender manner, rather than the erotic way we had taken care of each other the previous evening. After toweling each other off, and sharing a prolonged, tender embrace and kiss, we dressed comfortably for lounging around the house.

Laura fixed sandwiches. I opened a bottle of wine and grabbed two glasses. We sat on the lanai again, overlooking the pond. The wind had picked up and clouds were sailing overhead. The anhinga was gone. The turtles had left the bank for the depths of the pond.

"This might be the last time we can see my back yard like this for a while," I stated.

"Why's that?"

"Hurricane Frances is going to drop a lot of water. I don't know how many inches of rain we'll have. But, it will all eventually collect in the rivers and lowlands. And we just walked back from a river."

"We're going to get flooded?"

"We don't need to worry here in the house," I answered. "It might not be apparent, but from the survey reports I know that the house is twelve-and-a-half feet higher than the river. We'll be safe here in the house, but I wouldn't be surprised to wake up tomorrow, or perhaps the following day, and see the entire back yard under water. Heck, we might think we're on an island, depending on how much rain falls and how quickly it falls."




Go Home Ch. 04



"Wow. We never had to worry about this back up in Ohio."

I chuckled. "No, probably not. Although a lot of hurricanes end up going north and, even without three-digit-per-hour winds, they can still dump a lot of rain. I recall one time reading about a hurricane causing serious flooding in the hills of West Virginia."

We sat in silence, watching Mother Nature tentatively flex her muscles. "Do you want another sandwich?" she asked.

"Thanks, but no. Want some more wine?"

"Yes, please. I like this wine. What kind is it? Does it cost a lot?"

"It's not an expensive wine. I bought it at the grocery store. I call it gesundheit wine."

"Gesundheit? As in when someone sneezes?'

I smiled at Laura. "Yup. 'Cause I find it hard to pronounce the real name. Let me try." I picked up the bottle and read the label. "It's Guh-Wurz-Tra-Min-er. Gewurztraminer. A friend of mine introduced me to it. Inexpensive, yet enjoyable."

"I like it." She held her glass toward me. I drained the last of the bottle into her goblet. "Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome."

We slowly sipped the last of the wine and watched the pond. I had scooted my chair closer to hers so that I was able to hold her hand. I stroked the back of her hand with my thumb. "How are you doing?" I asked.

She hesitated before answering. "I think I'm doing OK. If I were back in my apartment, I'd probably be a basket case. Being here with you – being with you like this – has made a big difference. I won't lie and say I'm doing great because, quite frankly, I'm not, but I can truthfully say that I'm doing OK. At least for now. I hope I don't flip out later and make you regret having brought me here."

"I don't think you need to worry about that. Me regretting having brought you here, that is. And, if you need to 'flip out,' as you referred to it, do what you need to do. I'll be here for you."

"Thank you, Steve. I really appreciate everything you've done for me."

"You're welcome."

A grin crossed her face. "And I do mean everything you've done for me." Her grin grew broader. "And, wow, do I mean everything!"

I grinned back at her. "Along those lines, I have to say 'right back at you.' What a wonderful time this has been. My gosh, you thrill me. I can't believe what we've done together. You make me feel like a teenager, again."

Laura smiled at me. "You're not far from a teenager. I like to think of you as a young twenty." She raised her finger to caution me to be silent. "Now, now, I don't want to hear anything about the difference in our ages, again. You are the most virile man I have ever been with. Mature, yet youthful. I like what I've found with and in you. Very much."

I squeezed her hand especially tenderly.

A sudden gust of wind caught my napkin and blew it across the lanai and out through the gaping hole in the missing side of screening. Several drops of water fell on us.

"Shall we go inside?" she asked. I stood, picked up my plate and glass and took her hand to help her out of her chair. We walked back into the house holding hands like young teenagers in love for the first time.

We moved to the den and watched a video. It was a comedy, an old one she had never seen about a black sheriff chasing the bad guys out of town with the help of a slow-witted, extremely strong cowpoke played by a retired football player. The sight gags that made me groan made her genuinely laugh, especially the scene around the campfire with the men eating beans.

We paused the DVD several times and tuned to the weather channel. The talking heads disclosed that the storm had slowed; landfall was not expected until sometime after midnight, nonetheless the size meant that winds would be picking up very soon.

After the movie was finished, we walked back out to the lanai. Raindrops spattered too frequently for us to go back out, so we watched the waning daylight hours from inside the sliders. I stood behind her with my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me. I again nibbled on her neck and earlobe, but made no attempt to escalate the situation into any blatantly sexual.

We could hear the wind starting to whistle. In the dusk light we could see the treetops between the house and the river swaying under the influence of the winds. When it got too dark, we moved back to the den again.

"Hungry" I asked.

"Maybe just a little."

I asked her to pick out the next movie to watch and went to the kitchen. I returned to her not long afterward with a tray full of Muenster cheese, crackers, fresh fruit, and small knives. I set the tray on the table in front of us and relaxed back on the couch – that couch where we had made such fantastic love only hours earlier.

She had picked another old comedy, a madcap adventure where the sought-after location was under the "W." Laura again laughed delightedly as the story unfolded. As we munched on the cheese, crackers, apples, grapes, and sipped on another bottle of Gesundheit wine, she snuggled close to me. It was an intimate time – not sexual (although I could feel the underlying tension) but intimate. We both enjoyed the relaxing difference.

When that movie was over, it was after ten p.m. We walked back to the rear slider and stepped outside. The wind was far below hurricane force, but nonetheless forceful. Rain splattered down on us periodically, eventually soaking both of us. By unspoken mutual agreement, we stripped and stood on my lanai – naked and getting wetter by the minute. Laura flowed into my arms and pressed her front against me, her head tucked into my chest. I tenderly stroked her back as I held her. Eventually she turned to face the same direction I was facing, looking up at the sky as the clouds whipped by.

"Awesome, isn't it?" I asked.

"It is. I don't think I'll ever be as afraid as I was earlier. Thanks to you."

"You're welcome. Again."

"I'm sorry if I keep repeating myself," she said. "Does it bug you?"

"No."

The wine was beginning to affect us both. She twisted and kissed me lightly on the mouth. "Let's head to bed, if you don't mind."

I smiled. "I don't mind at all." We walked back into the house. I activated the switch that lowered the metal shutters over the sliding doors. Laura kept hold of my hand as I walked around the house to close all the rolladens. Once all those external metal blinds were lowered, all outside sights were blocked – a side effect of the protection offered.

We strolled back to my bedroom where I lit several candles before turning off all the lights. After we stripped each other we climbed into bed and embraced each other lovingly.

"Laura?"

"Yes, Steve."

"We never did talk."

"You're right. We didn't. What do you want to talk about?"

"I'm not sure how to start this."

"Just say whatever comes to mind."

"OK." I pulled her close to me. Her naked chest seemed to burn holes into my chest. "I want to talk about what's happened between us so far."

"Steve, I don't want you to think I'm looking for any kind of commitment from you."

"How could I not?"

"It's not necessary. Perhaps this is one area that our respective ages can't reconcile. I don't want you to think you have to make any commitments just because of what's happened, though."

"About what's happened," I mused aloud. "My gosh, what has happened has been about the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me."

"Me, too."

I rubbed her back as we lay together in bed. "Laura, I suspect that what's happened isn't just a temporary situation. I'm not sure why providence threw us together this way, but I'm so glad we connected like this. I don't want it to end when the storm has passed."

"Me neither," she responded. "I think in some ways I became more afraid of losing you after this than I ever was of the stupid hurricane." Laura stroked my back. "I must admit, I have become extremely attached to you in this, what? Thirty hours or so?" She laughed, her chuckle warm in my ear. "Wow, thirty hours. Thirty hours and so much emotion. Wow. What a wonderful day and a bit."

"I agree." I pulled her even closer. Neither of us was able to breathe for a bit I held her so tightly. I released the pressure, although I did not release her. "Laura?"

"Yes?"

"I probably shouldn't say this so soon, but I think I'm falling in love with you."

She said nothing for a while, but brought her lips to mine and kissed me tenderly. "You're probably right. You probably shouldn't say that so soon. Just wait. We'll see what time reveals." She kissed me again tenderly, and then not so tenderly. Her tongue penetrated my lips and began a duel that would result in two winners. I took her breast in my hand and tenderly, lovingly massaged her wonderful orb. "But, for what it's worth," she continued, "I have the same feelings."

Laura's hips slowly rotated and pressed against my groin. I returned the pressure as I kissed her more deeply and continued squeezing her breast. "Whatever else, I know I love being in bed with you, feeling your hands on me and tasting your lips," she said. She shifted position and began trailing little butterfly kisses down my neck. "I love your scent – how clean and manly you smell."

Her mouth shifted down to my chest where her tongue drew little circles around my left nipple and then the right one. She drew that little point of flesh into her mouth and sucked on it, flicking her tongue back and forth across the end. "I love how I can make you come alive with my hands and mouth. I love how I can turn you on."

Her face went south once again, her tongue sliding down my torso. She lingered at my belly button, running her tongue tip inside it. Her left hand reached down and grasped my hardening cock. "I love how you get hard for me." Her whole body shifted again. 

In the subdued lighting I sensed more than saw an impish grin on her face. "I love feeling you harden in my hand." She moved my erection about, peering at it. Her tongue snaked out and licked the tip. "Uuummm, I can tell you like this." Her tongue reached out again and strolled around the edge of the glans. "I love how you taste. I love how you feel on my tongue. So smooth. So silky. So warm. So firm." Laura continued to lick my dick. "I'm so glad I met your little friend." Her face moved even closer as she began to nibble on my shaft. "I shouldn't really call him your little friend, though. He's the biggest one I've ever come across." Her tongue flicked the sides of my shaft as she began to chuckle. "Come across. Literally. Definitely the biggest one. I like this guy."

Her chuckling ceased as she shifted position once again to poise above my crotch. In the flickering candlelight I saw her mouth open and almost agonizingly-slowly dip down. I felt the warm, wet velvet sensation of her mouth lower onto my erection. Her lips descended an inch or so past the mushroom tip before stopping its drop. Laura's hand gently massaged the base of my bone while her tongue titillated the tip. I felt her lingual lavishments of love – or lust or whatever – linger along my length. I felt her cheeks press against the sides of my shaft as she applied suction to my organ. Her head began to slowly bob up and down on me.

She pulled her mouth from me with a loud pop. "I love how you feel in my mouth – so big and so solid and warm. I love the way it feels on my tongue and the back of my mouth. I love the sensation I get when it starts to approach my throat – how rewarding it feels when I control my reflexes and I feel my throat relax. I could never do that with anyone before. With you, it's different."

She placed me back in her mouth again and lowered her face. I felt her hesitate just before the glans entered her throat. She took a deep breath and then continued down on me. Her hand, which had been encircling the base of my cock, was soon replaced by her lips encircling the base, her nose nestled against my pubic hairs. She held her face there for several seconds before slowly working her way back up and again releasing my length. "That's what I mean," she stated. "I could never do that before. And you're larger than anyone else I've ever been with." Her tongue darted around the crown. "But, with you I'm so relaxed. I love making love to you." She drew me back into her mouth.

I had received her oral ministrations yesterday afternoon in the kitchen, and I had awakened this morning to find my morning wood in her mouth and had loved both those occasions. This occasion surpassed both of those. By far. The pleasure of my penis plunging into that warm, wiggling wetness was so wonderful. Her tongue was alive along the base of my cock. She would periodically draw me completely into her mouth, deep into her throat and hold me there.

"I want to do you, too," I told her.

She took me out of her mouth and smiled up at me. "I was hoping you would." She put me back in her mouth and used my cock as a pivot point, tuning her body until her groin was even with my face. In the candlelight I could see her opening glistening with love dew. I could smell that heady scent so close to me. I put my hand on her and felt the warmth and wetness of her womanhood, her slit slick with lubrication. When I stuck my tongue out and tasted her, I heard her sharp inhalation. Her pelvis jerked when my tongue tip slipped across her clitoris. I put my finger inside her vagina and slowly stroked it in and out, searching for her g-spot. I drew her clitoris between her lips and lightly sucked as I flicked my tongue across her little bud. I could hear and feel her moans of pleasure around my cock.

Laura continued to slide her mouth up and down my shaft as I worked on her lower mouth. My cock slipped between her upper lips to be rewarded by her tongue while my tongue slid between her lower lips to reward her. I apparently found her magic place inside her tunnel of love – she spasmed slightly in what I now knew would be her first mini-orgasm leading up to the big one. I stroked that spot with my finger lightly while continuing to lick and suck her clitoris. I felt another small spasm from her. I could also feel a tingling behind my balls and knew it would not be long until I once again erupted. She spasmed again. The tingling grew more insistent. She withdrew her mouth.

"I need to feel you in me," she stated quietly. "Do you mind?"

I lavished a little extra attention on her clitoris before I lifted my face from her nether regions. "I'd like that."

Laura twisted her body so that her head was once again near the head of the bed. She moved onto her hands and knees. "Would you do me this way? There's something about the angle of penetration that way that feels so good." I moved behind her and positioned myself. I rubbed my hard cock up and down teasingly against her well-irrigated entrance to ecstasy. Laura pushed back, timing my meandering perfectly, impaling herself on my lance.  

I let her set the rhythm. Her long legs and the angle she positioned her pelvis made the elevation of our sex organs compatible. The downward angle of my staff in her sheath put extra pressure and pleasure on the bottom of my cock right behind the head. It also applied that extra friction and pressure on her g-spot as I stroked in and out. I felt another spasm of her hips and the tingle behind my balls grew more insistent.

I reached down to rub her clit but found she was already there doing the job. Admirably. I shifted that hand, and my other one, up to caress her breasts. It became difficult to stay synchronized with her pelvic movements as she began jerking. Her breathing was becoming more ragged. She was making little noises deep in her throat. The pressure in my balls was building.

"Aaaahhh, yes!" she cried. "Aaaahhh, don't stop."

I actually did stop, just holding my groin forward for her to thrust against at her own speed and timing. That apparently was what she really wanted as she continued to thrust back and forth. I did continue to caress her breast, tweaking her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I looked down at her beautiful butt that was banging back against me. That beautiful butt – heart-shaped from the angle I was viewing. Delicately larger than the slim waist above it. And in my bed. Connected to me by seven-and-a-half inches of firm flesh as seen in the flickering candlelight. Such a stimulating, sensual sight. The tingling was becoming an incessant buzz.

"Aaaahhh, yes!" she cried again. "Oh, my god! Oh YES!" She slammed back against me, imprisoning my rod with a vise-like grip of her vaginal sheath. Her hips rocked and jerked. "OH MY GOD!" She jerked again, causing my cock to slide out and back in a final time. I exploded into her.

"AAAAHHH!" she cried out one last time, her groin rocking repeatedly. She seemed to freeze in position for the longest time before seemingly melting onto the bed from under me. I likewise melted down onto the sheets beside her. She rolled onto her side, facing the far wall. I nestled against her, spooning against that beautiful butt, my little friend now truly little. And sated, at least for the time being. I put my arm around her and held her breast; she placed her hand on top of mine and pulled it more firmly against her bosom. We both snuggled into the pillows and into each other and fell asleep almost immediately.

We woke up hours later, neither having moved during the night. We could hear the winds howling outside and knew the hurricane was getting serious. Laura nestled back into the safety of my arms and the safety of my heart. The storm raged. We relaxed, content in our newfound feelings.

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Unless there is a significant demand, this is probably the end of this saga with Steve and Laura and Hurricane Frances. Not to say we will never see them again — there are still Hurricanes Ivan and Jeanne to contend with. A sincere thanks to those who were kind enough to provide feedback to me. This in all honesty was the first time I ever tried to write erotic literature. I found it to be quite a challenge for this shy guy. Challenging, yet stimulating. My next submission would depend both on demand (from you) and desire on my part. And, most importantly, time. There never seems to be enough of that. Don't forget to vote and/or send me feedback on this happening – anonymous or otherwise. Thank you for reading me.



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"Laura, Laura, Laura, damn!" I exclaimed. "Oh, my God!"

She slowly stood, still holding me in her right hand as I softened. "Did you like it?"

"Like it? My God, I loved it! That was the most exciting thing I ever remember."

"Good. There's more to come, if you want it."

"I want it. I definitely want the more to come."

"Me too." She stretched up and gave me a tender kiss. I grasped the back of her neck and drew her closer, deepening the kiss. I could taste myself on her tongue as mine met hers. It was a deep kiss, but a tender one.

She broke the kiss and lowered herself from her tiptoes. "I want to go brush my teeth, and then I'll get busy with dinner. And, I've got to change my panties; for some reason, these are soaking wet." She smiled at me again. "Thank you, Steve, for what you did for me and for letting me pleasure you. Are you OK?"

"Absolutely," I replied, my heart rate approaching normal. "And, thank you."

She gave me a peck on the cheek and bent down to grab my boxers and slacks, pulling them up to a point where I could walk. She patted my butt, and then pressed on it to start me from the kitchen. I grabbed my pants and held them up to keep from tripping. Laura followed me down the hallway.

"Laura?" I called just before we entered the bedrooms.

"Yes, Steve?"

"You were absolutely right about one thing."

"What's that?"

"You are talented in the kitchen."