0 comments/ 19147 views/ 3 favorites Eagle's Nest Ch. 1 By: MorningStar The letter came in the mail on a Monday afternoon. Neatly typed, my name and address stared starkly out from the legal looking envelope, Ms. Jessica Louise Hawthorne. I always hated my legal name. It sounded so stuffy and old fashioned and because of that very fact I suffered unmerciful torment as a child in school. I signed everything Jessie H. and tried to hide the name I was blessed with by unthinking parents who chose to honor their dead relatives. Hopefully one day I'd be able to change that last name, but up till now the prospects looked slim. That was the only thing that looked slim on me. I was also genetically blessed to be a chubby child, who thankfully grew into, as they say, a well-endowed woman. As a child, suffering from glasses and fat cheeks that your grandmother loved to pinch, you don't think you'll ever become anything of beauty. I guess when you reach my age you have to call yourself a woman, even if inside you're still feel young and have an imagination that tends to carry you through a dull life. As for beauty, well that I wasn't too sure of. No man had ever really looked my way twice, at least not that I'd noticed. Mamma used to tell me to get my nose out of the books and look at the world, but I was afraid to see if anyone was laughing at me for my short comings. My books let my mind wander freely to distant places with many men who called me lovely. It was that same imagination that took over as I picked up the envelope and turned it over, looking for a return address. There was none. Well now, do I open it and read some dreadful news I don't want to hear or find out that I finally won some lottery somewhere. My luck, it's a well conceived ad campaign to get me to buy into some time share too far awhile to travel to. Coffee, that's what I need. Leave the unpleasantness till after I have the afternoon fix of caffeine. So I puttered in the kitchen and walked by the letter sitting there on the counter at least a dozen times, touching it once or twice, picking it up and then laying it back down. Pouring steaming java into my favorite cup, throwing in a dash if Irish Cream for a touch of confidence, I finally picked up the letter opener and started to slit the top open when the phone rang. I nearly knocked the coffee over onto the envelope. Quick reflexes saved the official looking thing in time. I ran across the room to answer the phone before it stopped ringing. Probably my mother, she was the only one who ever called me. "Hello?" "Is this Ms. Hawthorne?" a masculine voice asked quietly. "Yes." "I was asked to make sure you received your letter the mail today" "Is it in a cream colored envelope without a return address?" "Yes ma'am, that's the one. I take it you haven't read it yet then?" "No, the phone rang when I was getting ready to. Why?" "Well I won't disturb you any further this evening. Oh and finally, I was instructed to tell you, Nighthawk sends his regards." "Wait a minute" I said as the other end of the line went dead in my ear. The only Nighthawk I knew off was someone I'd talked to in a chat room. He'd sort of become my mentor online, someone that listened to my life's story without falling asleep at the keyboard. Granted it took me several months to give him any details, but like water falling on a stone over time, he'd worn down the shell I had encased my feelings in and I'd learned that I was a human being with some worth. What had started as weekly conversations had turned into nightly chats for the most part. Of course occasionally we missed a night or two, but not often, and when we did, I felt hollow, empty. I hadn't even begun to try and figure that part out. He seemed to pull more information out of me than I even knew about myself. I didn't even know for sure where he lived. It could have been half way around the world for all I knew. I just knew I liked the way he treated me, even with the differences in our ages. That was the only thing I knew for sure. He was older than I was by 15 years. I felt I was learning about life through his experiences. During the course of our time together, he'd helped me discover my sensual side. He let me express my dreams, my desires, my needs both mental and physical. I found that I wasn't a 'prude' like I'd been labeled all those years in school. I yet had to experience any relationship with a flesh and blood human being, but I was no longer without hopes that I could be a lover if given the chance. I just needed the chance. My curiosity was aroused when the gentleman on the phone mentioned Nighthawk's name. I hadn't told anyone about him. Where was that envelope? Of course it was right where I'd left it on the counter. Being a bit fastidious about things, I carefully opened the envelope and removed a single sheet of embossed cream linen. Plain paper, no heading telling me who it was from, just a typed letter dated with Sunday's date. Dear Jessie, I've always told you, you could trust me to never hurt you in word or deed, and I think over the past year, you've learned that truth for yourself. I've watched a woman blossom before me as we've spent the hours talking and sharing online. I've waited until I thought you were strong enough, brave enough and willing to take a leap of faith in me. All I ask is that you consider this carefully and I hope you'll agree. Go to your front window and look outside. You'll see a limo waiting there for you. You need not pack anything, I've made all the necessary arrangements for all your comforts. You deserve special treatment, you've waited far too long to be shown how special you are. This is my gift to you for all you've done for my heart. Please accept it. All you need to do is walk out to the car, the driver will deliver you to your retreat from the world. If you don't feel you can accept this mere token, I'll understand, but I pray you will grab hold of the strength you've found within yourself and chose to go. Nighthawk My hands were trembling. My legs were shaking. What was this, some cruel joke? It couldn't be though. Nighthawk wasn't that kind of person. I slowly walked over to the front window and pulled back the curtain to peek outside. Sitting along the sidewalk was a stretch, white limo with a uniformed driver leaning against the front fender. When he saw the curtain move, he straightened his stance and nodded in my direction as he opened the passenger door. Never in my life had I done anything on the spur of the moment. It was my style to study things from all angles and weigh all consequences. I stepped back from the window, turned to face my little world of a house I called home for the last 5 years and really looked at it. Nothing flamboyant, nothing that stood out for my attention. Nothing that required my immediate ministrations, no pets to take care of, no plants to water, absolutely no reason to not take this opportunity , so why was I hesitating? I called work and left a message that I was having to take care of some personal business for the next few days. I hadn't used any vacation time and work was slow at this time of year. I called my mother and told her I was taking a little vacation along the coast, I'd call her when I got there. I walked to the closet and then remembered he said not to pack anything. I'd trusted him with all my secrets. I wasn't going to stop trusting him now. Grabbing my purse and house keys, I stepped through the front door, pulled it closed and locked it behind me. Never looking back, I straightened my shoulders and smiled at the chauffeur as he helped me into the back seat. Jessica Louise what are you doing? To Be Continued... Eagle's Nest Ch. 2 Sinking into the white, leather seats as we pulled away from the curve, I finally noticed that my stomach was not in my throat. I wasn't nervous like I usually am. I was relaxed, inquisitive. I looked about me, noticing the luxuries around me. The small tv, the stereo/cd player, the bar, the snacks....all these things surrounding me...for my comfort. The tinted windows shaded my view of the streets as we moved on to the interstate. The curtained window separating the driver from my view, slowly lowered as his voice came over the intercom. It was the same voice that had called me just a short while ago. "I hope everything is to your satisfaction Ms. Hawthorne. Please feel free to help yourself to anything. We'll be on the road about an hour and a half. There's a selection of your favorite cd's to the right of the stereo console if you'd like to play them, or the tv is connected to the satellite if you'd like to watch your show as we travel. If you need anything, please call me on the intercom to your left. It's under the arm of your seat. I'll be glad to stop at a rest stop if you need to powder your nose." I just caught the barest hint of a chuckle before the intercom went silent and the curtain raised between us again. I found the remote for the tv and the stereo. Leaning forward, I picked out a Celtic harp cd and inserted it into the player. Discovering that the seat was actually a hidden recliner, I laid back and watched the scenery change as we traveled toward the mountain area of Eastern Kentucky. Not many people in my state realize what a wealth of nature we live within, but by exiting the interstate as we had and traveling the winding two lane roads, you can distance yourself from the city's mass of humanity, and return to the wilderness of Boone and his followers. Time seemed to slip by me, as we climbed higher up into the tree lined mountain. Even as large as this car was, there didn't seem to be any difficulty managing the narrowing curves. Sunlight filtered through the trees, dappling the roadway. August is warm in the lower regions, and the coolness brought forth in the forest is a welcome change from my usual environment. I quieted my mind and tried not to wonder why I was in the limo. I was going to enjoy this adventure. As the driver slowed to negotiate one more curve, I glanced out the window and realized we were nearly to the top of the peak. Up ahead I could see a pull-off parking area and a set of steps that climbed the remainder of the peak to the top. I leaned forward to look closer as he parked the car at the spot I saw. When the engine was shut off, he stepped out of the car to open my door. Reaching for my hand, I was assisted out and handed a key. "If you'd climb the stairs to the cabin reserved for you, I'll wait till you unlock the door before I leave. I have instructions to return tomorrow around noon to pick you up and return you to your home. Enjoy your retreat." That was all he said as he closed the limo's door and waited for me to ascend the length of stairs. "Is there anything else I should know?" I asked him. "No ma'am. I believe there is another envelope waiting for you inside", with that he turned around and reentered the car, sitting so he could see me when I reached the top of the steps. Well, here goes nothing, I thought to myself. It took me about 5 minutes to climb the 57 steps. Yes I counted them all, stopping occasionally to turn and look around me and gaze across the never ending vista of fir trees surrounding me. I could hear the wind whisper softly through the pines and the call of the birds kissed my ears as they floated on the currents around the tree peaks. Turning the key in the lock, I opened the door, turned and waved good-bye to the driver and walked into the cool interior of the rustic log cabin. A late afternoon sunbeam from the west window, cast itself across the table, highlighting a massive bouquet of fresh cut flowers. Their scent filled the room, complimenting another hint of a masculine fragrance. That was it, I could smell after shave, the pine trees, and the damp wetness of the forest floor. It blended in such a way that my heart began to race with the thought I might not be alone after all. Leaning against the flower vase was another cream colored envelope but this time, addressed to Jessie, in a flowing script. I walked to the table and picked up the letter. There it was again, more of that scent. Placing the envelope closer to my face, I took a breath, pulling the aroma deeply into my lungs, savoring the scent before I stuck my finger under the flap and removed the contents. Unfolding the crisp sheet, I stared at the signature. It was from my Nighthawk again. 'Silly woman, who else?' I thought to myself. The neat penmanship spoke of a man assured of himself and his place in the scheme of things. Each line was perfectly straight. There were no mistakes, no cross outs, no misspelled words. I began to wonder if there were no flaws in him like the many I felt within myself all my life. If it weren't for the fact that I knew his secrets, things he never let the people close to him see, I would have felt inadequate to be in his presence. I could feel him in the room, maybe not in a physical form, but he was here to guide me on this adventure, just as he'd guided me over the last few months into learning to love myself. With a sigh of contentment, I opened the letter and began to read. My Dearest Jessie, Thank you love, for being so brave, for taking this time for yourself, to discover things you never dreamed of, and for letting me be a part of all of it. I've watched you bloom like a dew kissed rosebud since we started talking over the Internet, and I want you to now fully open yourself to the sensual being you are. Explore all of your senses these next few hours, follow my instructions along the way and take the time to listen to your soul as it learns to sing it's own song. Trust me my darling. I want you to take the remote on the end table behind you, push the on button and listen. Do it now sweetheart, for me. Lovingly, Nighthawk I turned around to see the slender, black remote control, lying as he said it was near the couch. Lifting it toward the audio system to the right of the fireplace, I started the music that softly filled the quiet room. Single melodies of strings and woodwinds gradually blended into a crescendo that slowly descended once again into a single violin's song eliciting visions of solitude. "Jessie, go outside and stand on the porch. Look to your right and watch the evening's sunset. Enjoy the dusk as it settles over the tree tops and listen to the music's attempts to imitate the majesty and splendor before you". It was Nighthawk's voice. The soothing deep resonance of him talking to me, recorded over the music. I glanced toward the fireplace, thinking I'd find him standing there, but I was alone. Turning, I did as he asked and stepped outside to watch the sun as it cast brilliant bands of yellow then gold, orange then red and finally deep burgundy, lavender and blue as it lowered to set for it's night's rest. As the colors swirled and changed the music behind me seemed to compliment and accentuate the changes. I was entranced with the visions playing before me. I started to drift off in thought when the deep timber of his voice once again called from the cabin's interior. "Come back inside my dear. Go through the doors to your right, into the bathroom. Everything you need is in there. I want you to do something you've never done before. I want you to shave your mound for me. Leave only a triangle in the front. Remove all the hair between your thighs. Yes love, you can do it. Make yourself as smooth and hairless as the day you were born. Trust me Jessie". The cadence of the music changed as I walked into the soft candle lit bathroom. I didn't even ask myself how the multitude of candles got lit. This was a magic time, anything was possible with Nighthawk. My mind refused to work logically and I wasn't about to fight it's fleeing from the streak of responsibility it normally had. Redwood incased a deep tub, surrounded on three sides by tub-to-ceiling mirrors. I felt strange looking at myself as I slowly undressed. There was no one to hide from like this, not even myself. "That's it Jessie, look at your body. See it as I would see it if I were there right now. Run your hands along the curves of your hips. Lightly encircle your breasts and hold them gently. Look closely darling and see the beauty you were blessed with. Now, take the shaving cream from the sink, and fill your hand with the cool, white cream. Put one leg on the edge of the tub, so you can cover between your legs with it. That's it, feel the coolness touch your skin. Slide it over yourself. Doesn't it feel good?" I was hypnotized by his voice. I couldn't help by follow his taped instructions. There was no shame in what I was doing. I was alone and in my solitude I could see the lovely lady standing there, poised to expose herself to the mirrors and the razor within her hand. Slowly I moved the blade across the hair, removing it all till there was only the triangle he requested. Running warm water in the sink, I used a wash cloth to remove the remaining shaving cream. I tingled at the contact of the rough cloth against the virgin skin. I couldn't ever remember feeling anything as soft as the outer lips of my vagina. My finger explored the folds and crevices, dipping between the lips, finding moisture to slide against. Soon another finger joined the first as I started to move them faster against the smooth skin. Sliding the fingers on each side of the lips, the palm of my hand touched my clitoris and I jumped as an electrical sensation traveled across my body. I pulled my hand away. What was I doing? What was happening? "It's ok Jessie, to touch yourself. How are you going to know what to have a lover do to your body, if you yourself haven't explored it's treasures? Now step in the tub and run the shower, feel the needle like points of water as they travel your back and your legs. Take the shower gel and lather yourself, running your hands across your breasts and stomach, hug yourself, Jessie. Love yourself for you are a beautiful woman." The melody changed to a dreamy interlude and I did as he once again bade me to do. I found no displeasure in my form any longer. I caressed myself lovingly, imagining it was Nighthawk's hands traveling my body. His presence permeated the cabin. The thought and consideration he'd put into creating this get-a-way, left an imprint on all the objects around me. I watched myself in the mirrors as I bathed. I smiled at the nude creature before me, as she swayed her body to the chorus playing from the living room. I could see the glow in my eyes and the more I looked toward it, the more it shined for me. Wrapping my arms around my breasts, lifting them up as a lover would, to be kissed, I smiled one more time before I shut off the shower and started to dry with the huge towel from the heated rod. The comforts of this place constantly amazed me. Was there nothing he'd not thought of for my comfort and pleasure? I tucked the towel around me, and stepped out of the bathroom, watching the glow of the fireplace. But wait a minute. How did a fire get started? I took a tentative step toward it when I caught the scent of after shave again. The hair on the back of my neck started to rise and the shivering I was experiencing wasn't from the cold air. "Jessie." I felt his breath against my neck as he whispered in my ear. Large, warm hands descended on my shoulders and I was pulled back into his chest before his arms wrapped around me. "Jessie, my love. Don't be afraid. I would never do anything to hurt you. Trust me." Eagle's Nest Ch. 3 I could feel the heat from his body on my back, and the soft brush of his breath on my skin, as his head lowered to sample the smooth line between my neck and shoulders. "Let me keep you warm, Jessie" he murmured between licks and nibbles to my flesh. "Nighthawk?", my voice quivered a little. The way his hands were caressing my arms while his mouth traced lazy patterns on my back above the towel, I wasn't very steady on my feet anymore. It was all I could do to say his nickname loud enough for him to hear me. "Yes love?" he queried in return. "Have you been enjoying your stay so far Jessie? I want you to have fun while you're learning how to let go of your fears. Learn to enjoy life's pleasures. There's more for you to enjoy, but I couldn't stand not being a part of it with you. I had to come out and hold you." All this was told to me while my senses were set on fire with his mouth and hands. Each movement of his tongue gliding across my neck, trailing up to my ear and back down again, was sending shivers down my spine. A lick, a comment, another lick and then a nibble with his soft lips, I started to lean back into him more as my body relaxed. "That's it baby, let me please you. Do you like the way my mouth is exploring?" "Mmmmmhummm, I do," I said. "Very much." Gently guiding me toward the couch, Nighthawk sat down and pulled me into his lap. I was finally meeting my mentor. I sat within the curve of his right arm and dropped my eyes. Why was I embarrassed? I couldn't look him in the face. This man knew too many of my secrets. I was sitting, wrapped in nothing but a towel, in a man's lap, in an isolated mountain cabin. What the hell was I doing? This wasn't anything like the Jessica I was in real life. Or was it? I didn't know who I was anymore. His fingertip traced the line of my jaw, softly touching, slowly raising my lowered head until he cupped my chin within the palm of his hand. "Jessie, my name is Nathaniel Hawkins, and you're on my mountain peak named Eagle's Nest. Darling, don't hide from me. Look at me love and see how my eyes talk to you. Please?" Because of the pleading I heard in his voice, and the sincerity in his touch, I raised my face to find myself lost in the depths of his brown eyes as they seemed to search my soul. His hand moved to the back of my head, tipping my face upwards even more. His smile broadened when I didn't resist. I reached my trembling hand to his face, wanting to make sure he was real and I hadn't fallen asleep, dreaming like so many times before. I stroked his cheek with my thumb as my fingers traced the trimmed beard covering his strong jaw line. Offering no resistance to my touch, he let me trace the outlines of his face as I memorized the feel and textures of his skin, eyebrows, lips. Lips that were firm and soft at the same time, full and inviting. When I moved my fingertip across the line separating them, he opened his mouth and took the finger inside to suck at it gently, running his tongue against the length of it, then nipping it softly before releasing it again so I could continue the journey. Learning more about him. I grew bolder as he started to moan softly. Was I really doing this to him? He sounded pleased with what I was doing to his face. "Nathaniel?" "Mmmhum. Yes dear?" "Can I call you Nat?" I asked as my hand moved to his hair and I started to run my fingers through it, marveling at the silky texture of the dark brown, wavy locks. "Of course Jessie, that's what my friends call me. But I want you to be more than a friend. I want to hear you call out my name when you can't stand it anymore and you need to have me." Oh my god, the man was talking about more than sitting on his lap wasn't he? The arm wrapped around me moved up my side and rested below my breast. Never releasing my head with his other hand, he watched my face as he slowly loosened the towel. "Sweetheart, do you have any idea how hard it was for me to watch you in the shower and not join you? I wanted nothing more than to stand behind you and let my hands mirror what your own were doing to your body. I made myself watch, when all I wanted to do was touch that rosy skin and discover for myself how soft is was. You're driving me crazy sitting here so close when all I have to do to get my wish is move a piece of material like this...." The towel dropped from covering my breasts and laid pooled around my hips. Cool air touched the nipples that were already hard from the spell he'd woven with his words. His eyes never broke contact with mine, as his hand cupped under my breast and held it's weight within his warmth. "Jessie, they're lovely. Why do you fret over them?" Before I could list the multitude of reasons I never felt comfortable about the fullness of my chest, his finger and thumb grasped the nipple and started rolling it slowly. " Aaahhhhhh....." I moaned. "That feels wonderful." The glint in his eyes betrayed his next move as he stood us both up. Grabbing the oversized pillows and throwing them on the soft carpet in front of the fireplace, Nat had me lie down amongst them. I felt like a girl in a harem, nestled between their support with the sultan of pleasure kneeling before me. "Now love, I want you to lie still and enjoy this. As I touch each part of you, I want you to concentrate on that area alone for a bit. Ok?" "Ok" I answered as I snuggled deeper into the softness surrounding me. He ran his hands up under the calf of my left leg and started to massage the muscle. He placed the ball of my foot against his shoulder. Turning his head, his lips touched my ankle and suckled it for a minute before using his tongue to trace a trail up to my knee. Difficult as it was to isolate one sensation, I began to concentrate on what his tongue was doing. The little licks followed by warm breath to dry the moistness caused my hips to wiggle. Nat paused to look up at me and smile. "That's it baby, you're getting the idea" he grinned as he returned to lick around my knee again. Propping that leg with a pillow underneath for support he settled between my open thighs. Taking the flat of his hand he rubbed my thigh from knee to hip then took a finger tip to trace circles around the to the back of my leg. His shoulder was pressed against my center, a place no other human had touched but me. Here was a man lying there like he owned that spot. The more I thought about this the more I was amazed I wasn't afraid. I glanced down to the where his head was now lying on my stomach. He rubbed the side of his head on my soft skin and let his fingers continue to move across my thigh and hip. Rising on his elbow to change positions, I noticed the shoulder of his shirt was damp. When the air hit that spot it must have cooled. He looked at his shoulder, grinned a little and sat up. I felt like something was missing from my body when he moved back and started to unbutton his shirt. "Oh my sweet Jessie," he purred as he stripped the shirt from his shoulders and pulled it from his jeans. "Look how you respond to such a simple touch. What will you do when I kiss you there I wonder?" My eyes opened in wonder and anticipation. How would I react? No one had ever seen as much of me as he was gazing at now, let alone touch me or kiss me. I blushed at the thought of his mouth working his magic between my legs. "But not yet darling," he teased when he lifted my other leg and put pillows under that knee. Once again the slow movements of hands, mouth and tongue relaxed and then tensed my body. Constantly moving up higher toward the juncture of my thighs, Nat teased my body slowly, letting the sensations build, never reaching the place that was starting to ache sweetly, always moving back away before the contact was made. It was a torture I wasn't sure I would be able to survive. I could feel something happening within my nether region. There was a molten, liquid heat building with each of his touches. When he looked at that place, my stomach clinched tight and I moaned out loud. "Oh yessssssssss, come on sweetheart. Don't fight the feelings, let them wash over you when I looking at that swollen love spot of yours. I want to touch it Jessie. It's wet baby. You're wet and you're oh so hot right now aren't you?" "YES. Nat help me!! I don't know what's happening," I cried. "Don't worry baby, I'll be here helping you all the time" he said as he grabbed both my legs and laid them down between the pillows, pressing them together. The pressure I felt inside intensified when I realized I couldn't move because his hands were on my hips and his chest on my legs. He rubbed against me a little and grinned as he started to lick my stomach. "Not yet Jessie. Just a little gasm love." Rising up above me slowly, Nat quickly flipped me over on my stomach and pressed my hips into the pillow beneath me. My clit touched the pillow and I realized how good it felt. Without any instruction from my mentor, I started rubbing myself against the pillow as my hips rocked and tilted into the surface under me. He leaned down to my ear and whispered, "Go with it sweetheart." The tip of his tongue covered the top of my ear and slowly followed the contours to the inside canal. As he started to push his tongue in and out of my ear, my pussy contracted in rhythm and I groaned in release. I couldn't stop the current of energy as it flowed through me. Tongue in and out, pussy grabbing and relaxing and the two were miles apart physically, but mentally they were connected. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh, yessssssss", I screamed into the pillow as I let the waves overcome my consciousness and the fluids within me flowed from deep within my body. Ragged breaths and tense muscles were all I could feel at first afterwards. Warm oil drizzled over my back and warm, strong hands began to kneed the tension from my body. As I started to quiet myself, I realized the music was still playing softly. His hands moved to the melody of the piano's arpeggio's, running like flowing streams of a mountain creek, across my back and shoulders, down my body to my legs and feet. When the flutes and violins joined into the counter melodies, his hands moved back up my body and out over my arms and hands. Always moving, relaxing the fresh tension away, his hands never lost contact with my flesh. "Let my hands heat heal your soul for now Jessie. You've had your first orgasm but you're not done yet. I want to show you how much you have inside. Calm yourself for now and listen to the music. That's it lover, relax." Brushing the hair from my neck, Nathaniel started once again to kiss my skin, but it wasn't enough for me now. I wanted more than that. Feigning discomfort from the position I was in, I stretched my arms above my head for a second so he would sit back a little. When he did, I rolled over on my back once again and reached out for him. He took my two hands within his and pinned them above my head as he straddled my waist. "What is it you think you're going to do little one? This is my lesson for you." "Nat, I want to hold you close. Pleeeeeaseee?" I started to beg. "Mmmmm, not yet sweetheart." With that, he held me with one hand and used the other to unzip his pants. I stared, fascinated, as he slowly released the bulge pushing against the zipper. "Now be a good girl and don't move an inch," he instructed as he stood and let his jeans drop to his ankles and stepped out of them. Bending over to pick them up and toss them on the couch, I was given time to watch the play of muscles across his chest and thighs. Nicely proportioned from top to bottom, he wasn't skinny, but had an appearance of strength about him. I'm sure that time had softened him somewhat, but all I could see was perfection at the moment, and I thrilled at the thought of being able to touch his skin soon. Standing with his legs on each side of mine, he looked down at my face, reading my thoughts as he tucked his thumbs in the waist band of his briefs. "Jessica, if you had any doubts about your abilities of arousing a man, look what you've done to me." I was looking. I was astonished at my first sight of a man's body as he slipped the cotton over the head of his shaft and released it for my viewing pleasure. My god, what a glorious picture he presented in the flesh. His length and breadth were a bit terrifying to see and it must have shown in the widening of my eyes. Chuckling out loud as he once again lowered himself over my waist, he gently told me, "Don't worry sweetheart, it'll fit when the time comes. Trust me" To Be Continued... Eagle's Nest Ch. 4 Trust me, he says. What choice did I have in this position? The man was straddling my waist with his knees barely touching my sides, his shaft was pointing toward my rising breasts, his sac was just brushing my stomach. All I wanted to do is touch him, but he had my hands locked above my head and I couldn't reach anything. All I could do was feel the heat emanating from his body. I tried to raise my hips but he wouldn't let me do that for long. He just shook his head and lowered his mouth to my face again. Oh that tongue of his as it traveled across my brow, licking the perspiration from it. When he started to nibble around my eyes and cheeks, I could feel that tension, that heat building again. "Mmmmmmm, yessssssssss" I purred. Down the face, under the chin and back up the other cheek and eye, he slowly devoured me. I wanted him to find my mouth and let me taste him, but he had his own time schedule and was doing things to me I couldn't resist. That tongue, oh that warm, wet tongue, sliding over my face was ecstasy in itself. It moved and traced my upper lip's outline from left to right, before doing the reverse on the bottom lip. My mouth opened, searching for the invasion of his tongue. Nat lifted his head from mine to look at my pleading eyes. "What darling? What do you want?" he whispered quietly. "Kiss me. Pleeeeeease, kiss me" I whimpered. "Like this?" Nathaniel captured my mouth with his and thrust his tongue inside. He continued licking my teeth, running his tongue between them and the inner surface of my lips, licking the inside of my cheeks, then nudging my teeth to part so he could rub his tongue against mine. He was attacking my mouth like he had attacked my neck and earlobes earlier. When he realized I was breathing harder beneath his chest, he trust his tongue deeply down the back of my throat and just held it there as he pressed his erection against my pelvis. I could feel the curl of his tongue trace a path from the back of my mouth, across the roof of it to my lips. A single point of contact within my mouth, finally exiting at the same time as he started rocking his hips into me and rubbing the shaft of his cock on the triangle of hair above my pussy. I was on fire again and as soon as I thought I had him locked into a rhythm, he changed tunes, just like the music from the CD player. I sighed a little in frustration. My body kept telling me there was more to this sex thing and I wasn't getting it all yet, but my brain knew that the Hawk hovering over me with his wings spread around me, would fly me higher still, until I crested at the mountain's peak. "What are you thinking Jessie?" he asked as he moved his body lower down mine. He rested on his elbows and started to lick my chest slowly. From the hollow of my throat, down between my breasts, he blazed a new trail of passion and excitement. "I'm trying to think about the music I'm listening too, and I'm trying desperately not to pay attention to what you're doing. Mmmmmm," I tried to sound convincing with my reply, but when he took his teeth and nipped the skin under my breast, I 'yipped' out in surprise. "Trying to ignore this huh?", Nat laid the flat of his tongue along the underside of my left breast and slathered across to my right one, circling from bottom to top and underneath once again. Making concentric, smaller circles he moved closer and closer to the nipple, gradually pointing his tongue again so only a small area was kissed. Before he reached the peaked flesh, he stopped, looked up at me, and smiled that devilish grin again. I was learning that meant he wasn't going to give me what my body craved. Head dipping down once more, he repeated that slow wet path on my left breast, moving from the outside to the hard tip and again, he didn't satisfy my needs. Instead he kissed the sides of my body as he released my hands and placed his on my hip and stomach. Large, strong hands warmed my skin and started exploring on their own paths across my hips, stomach and breasts. Fingers pressed into the flesh of my hips and I couldn't stop my body's actions. With each gentle squeeze of his hands, my hip pushed against the touch, rocking, tilting, searching always searching for his warmth. I started to moan softly, deep throated sounds I'd never heard coming from myself before. Sounds that seemed to start from the same place I felt that heat inside. "That's it baby, let it flow from inside you. Feel it building? Feel the heat of my hands fueling the embers within you?" Nathaniel never stopped what he was doing with his hands and mouth for long to talk. Body language was taking over for us. I was learning to let my body show him where to touch and I was beginning to arch beneath him, making it harder for him to go slowly. He slid down lower and forced his shoulders between my thighs again. With a gentle breath, he blew warm air between the folds of my pussy. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh....oh my gawd" I jumped when he started to pay attention to the area so long denied . With outspread fingers he separated the flesh between my legs and gazed at the newly shaved pinkness I knew was exposed. Once again he blew gently against my skin, drying the moisture there. "Jessie, it's lovely down here. I wish you could see how pretty your pussy is right now. It's swollen and pushing toward my tongue. Are you trying to find something love? What is it you want darling? Tell me what you want me to do", he purred against my thigh as he tipped his head and nipped at the soft flesh there. "Nathaniel, if you don't show me how it feels to have my pussy licked and sucked and nibbled on, I'm gonna scream!!!" I was withering underneath his body. There wasn't a nerve fiber not on fire and I needed something. I didn't know what it was. "Nat, please do something. I don't know what I need anymore. Show me. NOW! I'm dying here. Help me pleeeeease...." "Oh baby, I'm going to help you cum like you didn't know you could," and with that he probed his tongue into my slit, moving from the bottom to the top. He capped his mouth around my clit and pulled it into his mouth to suckle it, circle it, flick it with his tongue and suckle it again. My stomach tightened, my back arched and I could feel the warm liquid honey pour out between my spread lips. Nat groaned as it started and pushed his face tighter against my body, lapping his tongue to capture every drop. The sound of his moans echoed my own and intensified my spasms, releasing more juice. Never raising his head, I felt first one finger at the entrance of my wet canal. Slow insertions, thrusting further each time, as I pushed down, he pushed his finger in deeper, stretching me wider. Then two fingers, stroking within me, curling up against the top and finding a place that sent electrical shocks through me. He sat up between my thighs, never removing his fingers, constantly sliding them in and out, in and out, deeper each time. "Cum on baby, that's it, push against me, now pull up....that's it yesssssss love....my god look at you....feel how wet you are...." "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssssss ....." I screamed out, thrashing my head from pillow to pillow. My Nighthawk was still flying me higher and when he started to suck my clit again I exploded into a million little flashes of light. I soared over the peak of the mountain and floated out into space as the darkness closed in around my brain. I wasn't sure how long I drifted in my pleasure, but soon I felt his healing hands rubbing my torso and legs again. Warmth greeted this weary traveler as I started to become aware of my surroundings again. I was lying on a bed now. How did I get here I wondered. Butterfly kisses on my eye lids, nibbles on my face, hands roaming up and down my tingling flesh. I smiled to myself at the revelation of my sexuality discovered. I smiled when I felt his hard shaft caressing my inner thigh. I smiled as I opened my legs to him, and I smiled when I opened my eyes and let him see the glow they gave out. My wetness lay a warm path of entry for his manhood and I wanted it's warmth and strength inside me. "Nathaniel?" "Yes Jessie" "Finish this lesson please?" "Baby it's too soon. You're still tender." "Nat, finish this lesson" "Are you sure sweetheart? I don't want to hurt you" "Nathaniel?" "Yes love?" "Trust me" To Be Continued... Eagle's Nest Ch. 5 Nathaniel wasn't too sure of what I asked of him. I could see it in his face, the concern for my comfort, but at this point in time, that with all he'd been doing to me the last couple of hours I knew it had been just a prelude to something greater. I reached up and cupped his face in my hands, gently thumbing his jaw. Pressing his head to my stomach, I reached to the back of his head and started to massage along his spine and across his shoulders. He nuzzled into my flesh as I lifted my hips and rotated them beneath him. Turning his face, he kissed my tummy softly and started to move up my body once again. As he continued the upward journey, I felt that warm moisture start to seep between my thighs . I had no idea if this was normal or not, but it felt good. If I had learned nothing else in this lesson of his, I'd learned that when something felt good, don't fight the feeling. Soon his arms were wrapped around me in a tight squeeze. He moved so his left leg, lay over my hip and he deftly lifted me up and lay under me again. "Baby, are you sure? You should rest, unwind a little." he told me sweetly. I had my own plans and now was the time to put some of my fantasies into play. I was just a little unsure how to do it. Yes, I'd read tons of books on the subject. There weren't many romance novels I hadn't read over the last 15 years, but reading how someone makes love, and doing it yourself are two very different subjects. If only I could remember the better action scenes I'd read and put them into motion here. Motion, that's what was needed. Movement, a person doesn't just lie still. They can't lie still and be enjoying the physical side of things. But damn, it's not just physical anymore. Nat had shown me a lot of the physical pleasures, but my mind was involved too. "Penny for your thoughts Jessica. I can see the wheels turning in your pretty little head. What's the matter?" Nat was much too good at reading my expressions. "I don't know what to do to make you feel like you made me feel. I feel sooo..mmmmmm...I don't know...I feel crude...awkward...", my head dropped again. His arms wrapped tightly around me as he held me to his chest. My ear rested above his heart. I could hear the beat of it slowing a bit. Had I done that to him, made his heart race like mine had? Unconsciously I started to kiss the spot where it beat. He sighed. I was encouraged. I kissed it some more and placed my tongue on his skin. Mmmmmmmm, a salty but a nice flavor and I found I wanted more of it. I moved my face and kept searching as I licked across his chest. Without thinking I licked his nipple and he flinched as I circled the tip of my tongue around it. This was fun. I grinned to myself. Nat wasn't immune to me after all. With that notion in mind, I mimicked what he had done to me. I licked then nibbled across his peck muscles. Before too long, it was he wiggling under my direction this time. Growing braver, I made my way to his neck. With the flat of my tongue, I traced a line from the bottom to the top, stopping just below his ear. I must have been doing something right, because he tipped his head toward my mouth and moaned aloud for me to do that again. So I did, to the other side. Placing my hands outside his shoulders, I raised up off his chest to look at his face. "Penny for your thoughts Nat?" Coyly I pulled my knees up alongside of his hips so I was straddling his waist. Any memories of what I'd read in books in the past, left my head as soon as I felt his hard shaft against my wet pussy. Instinctively my body started to slide up and down his length. I lifted up on my knees a little and as I did, Nat's hips also raised so his cock stayed close to my body. I watched the expression on his face as he settled his butt back down and left open air between us. "Jessie, look down at where we touch. See how damn hard you've gotten me?" The tone of his language was changing. If at all possible, he seemed more intense, emphatic, maybe driven was a better word. I leaned back so I was sitting on my heels, crested above him. As soon as I gazed at the spot where we met, I dropped back down on him again. What a turn on to see a wet path you've made. He reached his hand down to his cock, palm up and when I started to slide over him again, his fingers separated the lips of my pussy so they wrapped around each side of the rod, like the petals of an open flower. Little electrical shocks coursed through me, tingles started from my shoulders and moved down my spine. Balancing my weight on my hands above his shoulders I found that I could control how the head of his cock rubbed against my clit as well as the speed of the up and down motion. Nat moved his hand so it rested between his cock and his belly. He started arching his back matching the fit of his hips to mine so when I moved over the head, it barely penetrated my folds. "Oooooooooooooo!!!" I hummed out loud. Hands enclosed my face, tipping it up and pulling it down to his mouth. "Kiss me baby," he said. Taking the tip of my tongue, I tried to trace his mouth slowly, but once I felt that silky texture I was lost in sensations. With little thrusts of his tongue between my lips, I soon realized that he was making little thrusts of his cock against the opening of my pussy at the same time. My pussy started to throb when he started rubbing the slick head of his cock inside me. Hands moved up from my waist and captured my breasts as they swung above his chest. Fingers brushed the sensitive nipples that were hard again. More tingles, more shocks to my system, building the intensity as those fingers started to roll the nipples. First a light touch, then a firmer one as his cock reached further into my depths. I leaned down closer when he ran his hands back down to my hips, leaning close enough that my nipples brushed against the hair on his chest. My breathing started to shorten as my rocking motion picked up more speed. There was that feeling again, that burning inside me, that searching, that yearning. I was trying to sort out all the feelings, the sensations, but I was lost to them all as everything seemed to center on the spot where we were meeting. Nathaniel broke the kiss for a moment in order to look at me again. I smiled and with his hands firmly on my hips, his cock poised at the slit of my pussy, he lifted his head, captured my mouth, thrusting his tongue deep inside at the same time he thrust himself deeply into my crack. He swallowed my 'aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh' as he held me still and rubbed my body with his hands. So this is what it felt like, like being full inside. I could feel the muscles of my pussy open up to the invasion, welcoming the heat of his body resting within me. The fingers on my back started to dig into my flesh a little. They worked their way down to my ass where they squeezed and released. The strength of his grip was undeniable as it distracted me from any discomfort between my legs. Before long he was setting the pace as he moved under me. Long slow movements of his cock, sliding inside the wet passage, intermingled with short strokes at the outer edges were a prelude to his quick action of flipping me on my back again so he was stretched full length over me. Grabbing my ankles, he pushed my knees up and open further. His mouth captured my left breast, suckling me like a babe. My back to arched as I tried to get closer. Why was it I felt like I needed to crawl inside him? "Come on baby. Don't fight it anymore. I can't. I need to have you...NOW", Nat's breathing was matching my own, ragged, shortened, like a marathon runner at the finish line. Who'd have thought the mere words of "come on baby" could send you over the top, but in my case, they did. I grabbed his shoulders and let my body take over. All conscious thoughts and plans vanished as I started to counter each of his thrusts inside me with contractions of my pussy around that heated cock buried there. I dug the heels of my feet into the bed, and lifted my pelvis up to his down thrusts. I got brave and ran my hands down his back to hold the cheeks of his ass and pull him closer still. Nathaniel started to growl deep in his chest and the sound drove the speed of our love making faster. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist so my hips were raised high and he could plunge nearly straight down into my dripping pussy. "Jessie, touch your clit. Rub it honey. Feel how hard it is. That's it," he instructed. As soon as my finger tip made contact with my nub, and I started to press and rub it in small circles, the waves started cresting within me. Each thrust of his cock brought a gush of fluid. Each gush of fluid excited him all the more. The hot, slickness inside my velvet softness was becoming more than either of us wanted to resist. When he threw back his head, closed his eyes tight and his moans became cries of passion, mine joined in harmony. I realized the strength of my own contractions around him were matched by the sounds of our voices. The sounds of wetness as our bodies slapped together drove me to buck against him more. Was there no end to this feeling? Was there no end to the explosions I was experiencing? I felt like I was going to die. Maybe I did die a little. I don't know for sure. I remember those little bursts of light in my brain behind my eyelids. I remember the weight of his body sliding off me and lying along side. I remember being pulled close to him and his hands rubbing the tension from my shoulders and back. I remember my head lying on his shoulder and my hands spread across his chest. I remember him brushing my hair back from my face. I remember him kissing the tip of my nose before his mouth came to rest against the top of my head. I remember waking up still wrapped in his arms. And I remember sharing a cup of coffee in the morning, as we stood out on the back deck, me leaning against the rail, Nathaniel standing behind me holding me close in his arms. And I remember watching the eagle soar above the tree tops before he landed in his nest below the cabin. Nat whispered in my ear, "That's you love. Soaring free above the world now. Knowing there are no limits to what you can be or do. Also knowing there's a safe haven for you to come home to. Jessie, I don't want this to be the only lesson we share. Trust me?" "Nathaniel, don't eagles mate for life? To Be Continued...