0 comments/ 8357 views/ 0 favorites Road Trip Day 01 By: milfdiaries Road Trip Day 1 This specific friend and I have been talking to via email for a couple months and he has invited me to visit numerous times. So I decided it was time to meet. I took a long weekend off and packed up my car and drove 11 hours to visit. When I arrived it was early evening and even though we had exchanged photos of each other via email I was really nervous about what he would look like in person. He had confided in me that he was nervous as well. At least I wasn't alone in the anxiety. So upon arriving on his doorstep with an anxious smile, I was relieved to see that he was normal, just as cute as his pictures and just as tall as he said he was. He welcomed me with a gracious hug and peck on the cheek and I entered his mountain villa. The main room was a masculine space with 2 lazy boy chairs, a rustic paneled wall décor and a gigantic picture window that opened up to a spectacular view of the mountain side. We have discussed this view over the phone or in messenger chat several times, but it truly took my breath away to see in the flesh. He invited me to walk around and check out the rest of the house while he took my bags down the hall and disappeared towards the kitchen. The rest of the house reminded me of a log cabin. It had a wood burning stove in this room and across the way a fireplace with carved mantle piece. There were photos of generations of family, homemade quilts and Afghans strewn across the furniture. The atmosphere was relaxing, just as I had imagined with leather furniture well worn and inviting, a smell of cedar in the fireplace and a slight male musk. The cottage was a 2 bedroom ranch with den in the valley and large windows covering almost every wall to view the mountains from all angles. There were even bird houses and feeders outside the windows and his cat watching the birds there contently. I wandered around from wall to wall admiring the views and the knick-knacks he had collected over the years. Some he whittled himself from soap stone or timber, others collected or received as gifts throughout the years. All of which expressed his style and quirky humor. He, we'll call him Joe, slid up beside me holding a glass of wine. This is when I noticed he was wearing sheep skinned fur lined moccasins; a pair of old faded jeans with a hole in top of the pocket and even a purple flannel shirt. As my gaze lifted to his face I noticed he was clean shaven, wearing the Detroit Tigers ball cap I had sent to him a few weeks back and grin showing those adorable dimples that I was so accustomed to seeing in photos. "Are you hungry? Or do you want to just sit by the fire?" said Joe Taking a sip of the wine he offered, in a real wine glass none the less, I was impressed and replied "I could eat, but can I go and freshen up a little first?" I asked. "Sure, down the hall, first door on the left, if your reach the moose head near the garage you have gone too far." Setting my glass down on the end table I then followed his directions and wandered down the hall. Taking in all that I saw with the interest of a child in a candy store, I made my way to the powder room. Much do my chagrin, I saw a candle lit in here smelling of pine; it was clean and neat and not at all like I thought a bachelor pad would be. When I made my way back out to the living room he was sitting in a rocking chair in front of the fireplace and had set a small table up there with grapes and crackers and sausage and cheese. The wine bottle was in a chiller and another rocker was close but across from him. The fire was warm so I slipped off my shoes and to my surprise he handed me a pair of slippers that looked just like his. These were new and had a little red ribbon around them. "Here I picked these up yesterday. I was out at the Lodges and thought of you when I saw them. I liked them so much I got a pair for myself too." I smiled and took them. Placing them on my feet I wiggled my toes and they fit perfectly. "Thank you, very much, that was very considerate of you. What are the Lodges?" "The Lodges are the shops at the other side of town where the locals sell their wears and crafts for the tourists to buy. Many of the Native Americans in the area sell their concoctions and crafts there too. We can go there tomorrow if you like?" I nodded and sunk back into the rocker with my wine. We talked for about another hour about the town he lives in the history behind it all. I found out the house that he lived in was half this size and over 100 years old before he bought it 10 years prior and remodeled and added on. The conversation was so easy just like when we would talk over the phone that time just flew by and it was dark next time I glanced out the window. Coming from the city I wasn't used to the complete dark that pressed against the windows. He turned around to see what I was looking at and looked at me inquisitively. I explained that I haven't seen the outside look that ominous since I was in northern Michigan as a child. He laughed and motioned for me to follow him. We moved out the door and stood in the driveway. "See, it's not so dark. The moon is full and the stars light your way." To my surprise he was right. The moon was huge, full and very bright. The stars were millions upon millions I got lost in them. I stood there hugging myself in the chilly night air when I felt the warmth of his body move up behind me and his arms slid around my waist. The heat of his breath on my hair and cheek made my legs weak and stomach flutter about. He whispered stories about the constellations, pointing them out to me as he went. All the while I could feel his breath tickle my ear and the scent of the sweet wine whip over my senses. I leaned back into him as I tried to look up higher. We must have stood there for ages; I was so caught up in all that he was saying that when my belly rumbled and my I felt the wine, I think, starting to make me dizzy. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that" he said. "What a terrible host I am rambling on about stars when you're obviously standing here freezing and starving!" "I didn't even notice." I replied. "You are a fascinating person, filled with so many interesting things to say. How did you learn all this stuff?" He turned and looked at me in the eyes, with a goofy 'you've got to be kidding me' grin as he leaned forward like he was going to kiss me, my heart stopped beating. Instead, he reached for my hand and led me back into the house and into the kitchen. He replied "My grandpa thought he was an astrologist." I sat at the knobby pine table and chairs made of logs, as he maneuvered he way through this cupboard and that drawer. He lit 2 candles and placed them in front of me and refilled my glass of wine. He has done this seduction act before; I was thinking, impressed, yet suspicious. "What can I do to help?" I asked. "Nothing, it's all done. Just sit and enjoy the view." So I did. I reclined back in the chair a little to peek around the corner. I heard some soft music click on and then heard the oven door creaked open and closed. I caught glimpses of him moving efficiently throughout the kitchen while I had a fine view of his backside bending and moving this way and that. Yes, I admitted to myself enjoy the view. Within minutes he was back in the dining space with oven-mits on his hands that looked like fish and a casserole dish that he actually placed on a trivet in the center of the table. "So you kicked your mother out before I got here? It would have been nice to let her stay for the dinner she cooked." I teased, knowing full well he thought of himself as quite an amateur chef. He looked at me quizzically and stuck out his tongue like a child at me. Sat down and spooned out helpings for me and then him. The aroma of Sheppard's Pie filled the room. I commented on his ingenuity of the even raking design across the top of the potatoes which he perceived correctly as a compliment and this lurched conversation into the numerous uses and history of paprika. We talked some more over dinner about food and drink. We discussed in detail about places to eat and what we like and dislike. By the way, the Pie was delicious. After dinner he excitedly expressed that he wanted to show me something. That it would require us leaving the house for ride and 'am I up for it?' Next thing I know I have a scarf over my eyes like a blindfold riding in his shiny red sports car careening through winding roads up to a mountaintop. My white knuckles held tightly to my seat when we abruptly stop. I here him give a nervous sigh, jump out; leaving me sit there confused, he came around to open my door and practically lifted me up out of my seat. I tripped for several steps when he stops me. I can feel his excitement pulsing through him. He turns me, removes the makeshift blindfold and shouts "TADDA!" Quickly my eyes adjust to the darkness and what do I see but the magnificent view of a city lights below scattered here and there. The view of the valley between the mountains in the pitch dark, it felt like I was a mile up. It was utterly breathtaking. We just stood there, side by side, listening to the silence of the night and admiring the vastness of never ending stars throughout the horizon. After a bit I turned to face him and to my surprise he wasn't looking out at the view at all, but right at me. He slowly took a step forward. His warm hands rose to cup my chilled face. He leaned in and tenderly placed his full luscious lips on mine. Soft, smooth and moist he lingered there knowing he was catching me completely off guard, and pleased by it. Content and smug and looked out over the view and sighed a breath of release. He whispered over me, "Mmm, I have been waiting to do that since you got here. Can I do it again?" I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. My legs were quivering, my voice didn't work and my whole body trembled. So I just nodded. This time kissed him back. It was gentle and pulsed with emotion. My voice caught in my throat, I whimpered a little and he laughed. My hand moved to the back of his neck and I pulled him closer. So close that my breasts pressed fully into his chest. He opened his coat to wrap around me as his hands curved around my waist. The warmth was intense as I parted my lips and the kiss sank deeper. When our tongues briefly brushed I felt his back stiffen and try to pull away. I moved both of my arms around his neck and I kissed him again harder this time nibbling on his bottom lip. He wiggled a little; I giggled and thought maybe he had to pee, or maybe I he didn't like my kisses. When pressing into him a little more I felt his hardness grow against my hip. I grinned devilishly and he momentarily looked embarrassed. Then he returned the devilish grin and moved his fingertips to the tips of my breasts and felt the hardness of my nipples. "Guess I'm not the only one." He winked and kissed me again before I could reply. After a mild make out session at look out point we made our way back to the house and this time cuddled on the leather sofa talking some more about things we have in common. Kissing, giggling and drinking a little more in front of the warmth of the fire until 3 am. I faded to sleep comfortably lying in his arms on the sofa. Road Trip Day 02 Ch. 01 When I awoke, I was alone, lying on the leather sofa covered with a grey wool blanket. The heat of a crisp new fire was crackling and radiating through the room backing off the chilly night air. The sun came streaming through the windows and was creeping its way to wear I lay. I picked up on the sounds of the birds twittering just outside the window and the cat gurgling on the sill while watching them. I heard the shower running. The scent of the cedar burning in the fireplace and what was that other scent? Do I smell bacon? My stomach growled. Feeling embarrassed for falling asleep in mid conversation last night, I sat up rubbing my eyes and smoothed down my hair. I thought to myself how dreadful I must look. Fearing that I have raccoon eyes and morning breathe, I had to pee. I quietly tip toe to the powder room and found my makeup bag sitting on the counter. I wondered where all my stuff had gone. I quickly brushed my teeth, hair then fixed my face. Satisfied with how I looked, for now, I move toward the hall in search for my clothing bag. I ran smack into Joe as I turned the corner. Startled, I jumped and choked back a scream. He stood there in front of me with amused smile and pecked me on the lips. "It's just me lover." He said laughing. "Do I look that scary?" Side note: Lover is his pet name for me online and just a term of endearment. That's when I noticed he was naked! Ok, well not completely naked. The room behind him had steam still bellowing out from the open door. He stood there holding a towel around his slim waist with one hand while the other pet my hair and I felt the back of his fingers move down the side of my cheek endearingly. I couldn't help but soak in the sight before me in this narrow little hallway. His broad square shoulders, he smell of clean soap and the damp hair on his head sticking up in all directions. His moist glistening skin and golden brown hairs on his chest left a trail down his belly, which my eyes followed to a path under the towel. To the slippers on his feet, the towel barely covered his thighs and I couldn't help but be curious about the bulge of him under the towel. Uncomfortable, I flipped my eyes up to his dimples quickly and left them there. Naughty thoughts screaming in my mind; I was hoping that he didn't just feel me totally checking him out! I babbled what was supposed to be an apology immediately for bumping into him. "I'm an early riser, so I took a 3 mile bike ride this morning up the mountain and then to the store, picked up some bacon and eggs." Trying not to laugh as he watched my eyes perusing his body he said "You do like bacon and eggs? I can make something else if you want?" He paused watching my face turn bright shades of red. "I was all man stink and I needed a shower. I apologize, but I used all the hot water, give it a few minutes and you can help yourself." Oddly, I noticed he was amused by my 'checking him out'. He grinned and said "I hope I didn't wake you." Trying to act natural, I shifted back and forth looking for a way to get around him. That's when he turned so that I couldn't escape. He took a step forward so my back was against the wall. OH GOD! I wanted to just rip the towel off of him and nail him right there! Instead, I tried to focus on the words that he spoke. He did ask me a question right? As it sunk in, I replied surprised "A BIKE ride? You actually went UP the mountain? 3 miles! Good GOD man! Is this something you do everyday?" Catching my gaze beginning to wander about his naked form before me again, I stopped myself and rambled. "Oh! Yeah, um, bacon and eggs is fine, um, I like eggs and bacon." I wiggled my way under his arm pointing to the kitchen, babbling and trying to not catch his gaze "Say! I'll go and make myself useful, um, in there, while you, um, get dressed." I bolted down the hall leaving him standing there, my face beat red. I heard him walk to his bedroom and the door creak. I thought about turning and following him, if only to peep through the crack to see him again, entirely naked. I breathed out hard and sank in to a chair. Put my head in my hands and tried to clear all it of the naughty thoughts. I couldn't help but be completely be turned on by what had just happened. I glanced over to the door not entirely closed. I almost thought it an invitation that he failed to close it fully, as I caught his shadow walk by. I shook my head and forced myself to stand at the stove. I made scrambled eggs and laid out the bacon on a plate. I moved about the foreign kitchen noticing that all the items I needed where logically placed in the same places I have them in my kitchen at home. I set the table, poured out juice and coffee. Just as I finished Joe came down the hall and sat with me. We ate and talked, ignoring the spectacle I just made of myself. After breakfast we did the dishes together and put them all away. He showed me where he put my clothing bag in the second bedroom. As we stood there next to this large queen bed and warm fur blankets strewn across it. I realize that he has closed the space between us. Standing very close, so that I could feel the heat from him nearly on top of me, he spoke about the quirks of the shower, I think. Something about how water pressure comes down the mountain. It all sounded muted as he explained how to get the hot water to work in the shower by twisting the handles this way and that. Something else was said about the heat tank. I honestly wasn't paying attention because I couldn't help thinking of him naked in the hall, as the back of his hand brushed my breast after he picked up my suitcase and laid it on the bed. I nodded, pretending to listen. My heart pounded and my nipples hardened. He backed out of the room closing the door and was gone. With my head in a cloud still I mechanically opened my clothing bag and pulled out what I needed. I walked to the bathroom, closed the door and locked it. Took a look at the shower, noticing it didn't look as complicated as he made it all seem. I tried to remember all that he just said. I must have missed a step somewhere because the water was only just warm, not hot, and the pressure was really low. I figured it was ok since I needed the cool shower anyways to get rid of the building urges to jump his bones next time I see him. All squeaky clean and refreshed, I packed up my items and made my way back to the front room where he sat with a ball cap on his head and a Nintendo DS in his hands. Grunting and squirming like a little kid in the game that he was deeply engrossed in. I stood in the doorway for quite a while watching his eyes light up and face contort this way and that to the action. Noticing his hands and how they move across the buttons in quick rhythmic motions. I had to giggle at one of the expressions he made and his outburst of "fuck" rang through the living room. That's when he looked up, surprised. "Oh! You're done! Sorry, damn games, hard habit to break." Setting the game aside, he said "So you ready for a fun day?" We lingered a little longer and finished our coffee. We chatted a little more about what there is to do in town. I know he already had a game plan, I could see the anticipation in his eyes. So I said, "Just show me around, and we will see where the wind blows us." We started with a ride back up the mountain and to a tunnel that was a mile long. He explained it was built a hundred years ago and goes through the whole mountain. He told me stories about how they did it and all the deaths that occurred while making it. Telling me that it is its haunted created a spooky and fun atmosphere for looking at a huge dark whole in a mountain. After that, we went to the Lodges, as he promised. We checked out all the Native American and local crafts and I bought a dream catcher. We stopped for lunch at local place called 99 that served some of the best burgers I have ever eaten. We walked after lunch through town and checked out the architecture. We even went into the oldest church in the town. Being that I am an architectural major in college, this was a very nice gesture, and it scored some points with me. We held hands as we walked a mile long path following the river that ran through town. Many of the shops along the path were open so we window shopped. He even stopped and bought me an ice cream. "Chocolate for the lady?" He said returning with a small cone for me and strawberry for himself. Chocolate! Score! I grinned at him like a school girl. Thanking him with a kiss, getting chocolate on his lips. He licked his lips and made a teasing comment about chocolate as body sugar and licking it all off slowly. Something in his eyes made butterflies in my belly flutter about wildly with such wicked suggestions. On our way back the car he slipped his arm over my shoulders and said, "What about a movie tonight?" I agreed that would be nice. Wandering through the video store and we picked out something sci-fi and coming out, I noticed an adult toy store hidden around the corner. I suggested we go in, reluctantly he gave in. We walked through the store making comments about this and that. Laughing and gasping at the products on the shelves. Sharing intimate information about things we had tried, things we would like to and things we would not. It was fun and we learned quite a bit about each other while there. On the ride back to the house we popped into a tiny pizza place. "This is the BEST pizza in the world!" Joe said. "I know its not steak and champagne but you will LOVE it." "What's with all the special treatment?" I asked, elbowing his ribs as we entered the house 10 minutes later. "The chocolate...now the pizza" I paused but not waiting for an answer. "What was that..? Ohhhh! You're trying to seduce me?" I winked, walked past him into the kitchen and set the beers in the fridge. "Seduction? Me? What do I know about such things? I'm just a boy from a small town who enjoys a good pizza, a good beer, a good movie and great company." He gave me that evil boyish grin, flashing those adorable dimples at me and I had to hold myself back from mounting him then and there. We sat on the floor around the coffee table in the living room. Popped in the movie and just enjoyed each others company, watching the movie, eating, drinking, and yes it was the BEST pizza. With our tummies full we sat against each other in silence sinking into that comfy leather sofa. I glanced around thinking this was all so surreal being there in his arms. After all, until yesterday I had only spoken to him online or the phone. Although, we got quite intimate there and have spoken everyday for 4 months, I was comfortable and felt a little more like déjà vu. I sat relaxed, taking in the scent of his clothes, the leather of the sofa and that tantalizing manly scent of him. I drank in the sexy five-o'clock shadow and the shade of his brown eyes. Searching his face and memorizing details. The lines around his eyes and mouth, the graying hairs at his temples and the way his ears moved when he swallowed his gulps of beer. I took his hand in mine and examined the lines and creases, strong, soft, well kept and clean. As the movie ended he caught me looking at him. The hand-made coo-coo clock in the hall chimed 10 pm and he leaned down to kiss my nose. Road Trip Day 02 Ch. 02 I giggled and wiggled my nose. I leaned up to kiss his when at the last second he lifted his head and my kiss landed on soft, full lips. The kiss lingered and we sank further down into the sofa caressing each other. I removed his hat and tossed it to the floor. He removed my hair clip and tossed to wear his hat lay. With one eyebrow raised I unbuttoned his flannel shirt and tossed it to the floor next to the hat and the hair clip. He relaxed back into my arms wearing only a t-shirt and jeans. Wickedly we enjoyed this silent game of tit for tat. He then raised one eyebrow and removed my sweater over my head and tossed it on the growing pile of clothing. Wearing only a tank top and jeans I could feel the heat of his body against mine. We snuggled in close and shared more of those succulent mind blowing kisses. His hands moved through my hair and then down my face. He moved one hand to cup my breast; his face searched mine for approval and when I arched into him he grinned and kissed me deeply again. Our tongues pressed into each other seductively teasing each others senses. His hand moved down my side and across my belly. His fingertips ran across the naked skin of my belly leaving my exposed flesh tingling with delight. I placed my hand on top of his and followed his motion as he traced outlines on my belly and then back to my breast. I ran my fingers through his soft hair and stretched them over his broad shoulders. He maneuvered himself subtlety so that he lay directly on top of me. His seductive kisses didn't stop, even when I felt his legs part mine and I could feel the pressure of his hardness on belly. Not a word was spoken, just our steady breathing in unison as my hands found their way down his muscular back and up under his t-shirt. I pulled it over his head and felt hot rippling flesh under my fingers. I tossed it to the pile and he grinned at me again with one eyebrow raised. I sat up so that he could have his turn removing an item of clothing as well. The game continued as he nudged for me to remove it for him so he could watch. The tank was tight and I had to wiggle a little to get it up over my breasts. As I tugged it over my nipples and the rough material made my nipples pucker to bright pink buds. My full breasts bounced a little back into place, and I giggled. I tossed he tank into the pile with the rest. The fireplace light flickered against our naked torsos and I sat straddling his lap upright. My blonde hair fell to just below my shoulders and our eyes met. Not a sound escaped our lips when gave a crooked smile and brought both his hands to my breasts. I closed my eyes and leaned into him as he caressed them. I tipped my head back slightly enjoying the feel of his gentle touch against my nipples. He pinched them slightly I unconsciously arched my back and let a slight moan slip out. This must have amused him, for he hummed a little something and brought his mouth to my nipples. He licked the buds and nibbled them making them rise to attention even more. I was tingling and flushed when I felt him suckle my breast then gently rub and his fingertips over my nipples back and forth. This smooth motion sent my senses whirling and I felt all the blood rush to my pussy as I let out a gasp. His kisses moved from breast to breast nibbling and licking between them and up toward the base of my throat. I was quivering from the pleasure that was quickly engulfing me. He sensed my pleasure and continued to pillage my upper body to see what further responses he could get from such simple touches. He kissed and nibbled at my throat, breathing softly on ear. I oddly remember catching the faint vanilla scent of my hair and skin. I felt him bite firmly on the muscle on my neck under my ear. This sent me reeling! With a high pitched sighing sound that erupted from deep within, my thighs squeezed around his waist, willing him to press into me. I melted and he knew from there that I was utterly lost. Lying against the back of the sofa trying to catch my breath, the room was cold and I began to shiver. As soon as I retrieved my wits about me I realized why; the warmth of his body was gone! I had to focus, but finally got a visual of my target. He was placing another log in the fire and spreading a blanket out on the floor before it. I crawled over to him. Coming up behind him I ran my finger tips across his shoulders and clawed gently with my nails down his back causing him to arch like a cat. So, I repeated the action watching him enjoying a good back scratching. Leaning forward to place another log in the fire the heat instantly pulsed back against us. Reaching around for me, I stopped him and whispered "Close your eyes." Lying on the sofa was the scarf that he blindfolded me with earlier. I slipped over his eyes. He instantly stiffened raising his hands to remove it. I patted his hands away and placed them in his lap. "No, no, no" I hummed and then trailed my fingertips through is hair and tightened the blindfold. Pressing my breasts against the naked flash at his back my hard nipples were firm from the chill. I ran my nails across his shoulders and down his arms noticing goose bumps and I was smug about the response I was receiving. His breath quickened, his back straightened and I felt his anxiety, his other senses taking over. I moved away not touching him, leaving him there sitting silently alone for a minute. His ears perked. His imagination trying to figure out what I was doing. I silently grabbed the cold beer off the table took a sip, letting the liquid warm in my mouth. He reached up to remove the blindfold again and I tapped his hands away. "Next time I tie them behind your back." I whispered. With very cold lips from the beer, I swallowed the liquid and kissed between his shoulder blades. He quivered and chilled as goose bumps rose there, so I warmed them with my lips and they faded away. Feeling mischievous, I took another sip, warmed it in my mouth and brought my lips to the back of his neck. The wetness moved like droplets down his neck and further down his chest. He didn't say a word just shivered and grinned. With stealth he grabbed at me behind his back tickling my belly. Giggling I sprang free awkwardly then moved out of reach. Slinking around to face him, I lapped up the small beads of beer slowly traveling downward. I took another sip of beer, this time licking his nipple with a very cold tongue from the liquid. He responded with a jerk and instantly he nabbed me. I nibbled and suckled his nipples to warm them. He hesitantly let me go and placed his hands by his sides on the floor, leaning back, extending his legs out in front of him. I stood up, removed my jeans as quietly as I could and set them on the pile. Moving to straddle his lap, I took another sip of beer, put my mouth over his and kissed him. He kissed back and swallowed as I playfully nibbled at his bottom lip and pressed my breasts against his naked chest. Holding the bottle up to his lips, he tried to drink; dribbling a little here and there. Letting my lips lick up the beer I followed the trail of hair down his belly. His skin quivered under my kisses as I kissed the side, then the front. Lingering there, to the other side and back again; making my way further down his belly until I was hovering just above the button on his jeans. My hands found their way to his belt buckle, quickly and efficiently removing the belt. I pressed my palm onto the bulge between his legs gently. Instantly getting the reaction I was hoping for. I ran my nails over his jeans up and down his thighs. Every time moving closer and closer to his growing manhood, I slipped my fingertips under the waistband of his boxers peeking from under the blue jeans. His hips raised and lowered very slightly, as I licked and nibbled at his belly again. Placing my hand over his hard cock, I rubbed a small sigh out of him. Undoing the top button, letting out the zipper a little, this released him from the constriction of the now very tight pants. "No, not yet" he muttered under his breath. Quickly sitting bolt upright, he wrapped his arms around my body as to not let me get away. Noticing with his touch, I was completely naked in his lap, I saw pleasure and surprise, then disappointment cross his face. He reached for the blindfold and removed it swiftly. Just staring at me was an expression I had never seen before. Blank, I had no idea what he was thinking. Suddenly, like a light bulb going off or just remembering where he was, he lets out a little laugh, backs up, and just stares at me again. Confused, I feel his gaze go over every inch of me; he's 'checking me out!' Feeling all self conscious and awkward because I'm stark naked and exposed in front of him. I go to reach for a blanket to hide my body when he blurts "Stop! Don't do that." I freeze, half lying down, half sitting up with the fire burning my ass. "I wanted to undress you" He whispered frowning. His frown turned to a wicked grin as he moved over to me. "I guess we will have to make up for it." He stated matter of fact. "Lover, you are delicious to look at. Muahahaha! I'll bet you taste just as good." With the excitement of a child on Christmas morning, he grabbed my hips resolutely so I couldn't squirm away and tugged me toward him. Un-wrapping me mentally with his eyes; his hands moved expertly. Touching and caressing all over with greed. He moved between my legs so that the rough denim at his knee was pressed purposefully against my pink pussy lips. Using his other knee he spread apart my thighs further. Diving into my breasts nibbling, licking, caressing, muck like a man on a mission. Sensuously, his hands sculpted every single inch of my creamy flesh. Creating sensations that pulsed through me so rapidly I responded rhythmically and vocally to every swirl with his fingers on my belly to every nibble at my nipples. Slowing down, he must have realized I wasn't melting into the blanket. Sliding his hands from my thighs up to my fingertips he held them above my head. Kissing and nibbling the whole way tickling me making me squirm. His moist lips teased mine; falling deeper into luscious kisses that left me breathless. The weight of his firm body lying atop me pressed me to the floor. I was so entranced I tingled at his touch moving down my side and his mouth magically caressing my neck. Feeling his fingers slip slowly to the insides of my thighs and the palm of his press rigid across my pelvic bone. The cool air wisped against the dampness between my legs it was sensory overload. Simultaneously his lips found their way to my neck under my ear and his fingers slowly moved between my legs feeling the dampness that awaited his touch. I arched but was pinned down by the weight of his body. I caught want looked like a mischievous grin out of the corner of my eye when he opened up and bit down on that spot on my neck which made my pelvis rise instantly. This is the exact moment he opted to slip his fingers between my swollen lips and into the warm sheath of moist flesh. I gasped and quietly screamed! Writhing under him, he pressed his fingers into me deeper and the sensation made me cum, hard. I shuttered and called out again in ecstasy. My mind went blank; all I could imagine was raw, hot sex wanting to feel his stiff cock inside of me. Blood rushed through my body pulsating under him as he kissed my mouth full muting my pants and whimpers. He calculated every move his fingers made to make me writhe beneath him even more. Pushing harder and deeper I felt my tight muscles spasm against him repeatedly. Road Trip Day 02 Ch. 03 Surrendering to the pleasure that engulfed my entire body I lay there quaking and shivering under the pressure of this gorgeous male body pressed against me. When the spasms stopped, my body felt overwhelming warm and wet. My face was flushed and I couldn't focus my eyesight quite yet. All of my senses were working on over load. The heat from the fire and the heat from his body made a single bead of sweat melt across my forehead. The scent of the cedar, vanilla from my lotion I applied earlier that day, his masculine shave cream and now the sweet scent of my sex flooded the air. The sounds of the crackling flames, the steady rhythm of his breathing and my panting breathes slowly brought me back to reality. Every part of my body tingled, I had to taste him. I reached for his face and kissed him deeply. Moving my hands to his jeans I had an insatiable need to hold his cock. I found my way easily enough unzipping them more so that his hardness practical fell out into my hands. With a wiggle, the inside of my thighs pressed firmly against him as I managed to slide his jeans down off his hips. With my feet I tugged the jeans all the way to his feet. Amused he stared at me. "I know" I giggled "such talents!" He laughed noticing the boxers went with and helped kick them off his feet the rest of the way. We lay there naked in front of the fire on this warm thick soft blanket enjoying the feeling of naked on naked. I rolled onto my side to get a better view of him completely. The tightening of my belly made me quite aware that I definitely wanted to feel him inside of me. Once getting my fill of his beauty I straddled his waist sitting on top of him. My breasts fell into his awaiting hands, which he pinched the nipples, making them pucker to rigidity again. This sent chills through my body causing my hips to pulse against his hard cock under me. I cupped his balls from behind me and he let out a small moan as his eyes slit closed. I cradled his cock in my other hand using my thumb to rub just under head. A glistening drop of fluid appeared there as I rubbed it over the head making it wet. With both hands I caressed and stroked his cock from base to tip repeatedly. It was so hard it looked a little blue on the tip. His hips pulsed against my ass sitting firmly across him; I felt my wet pussy push against his balls. Running my hands along the hair that leads to his belly, the skin there tightened under my touch. Laying across him fully my breasts touched his heavy breathing chest. I felt his hands on my waist then my hips and grab my ass. Using those strong hands, he cupped my bottom, tugging my hips toward him to mount him. I lifted my hips and tilted forward to accommodate his request. His stiff cock pressed at the entrance of my tight wet pussy. The swollen head was too large to enter through the soft pink lips just yet. He pushed a little harder, and I spread my legs a little farther apart sitting more upright. I felt the subtle pulsing of his hips against the soft tender skin inside my thighs. His hands were on my hips coaxing them to move with the same rhythm. The tip of his head separated my lips with this motion and pressed firmly at the moist entrance to my pussy. With expertise he cautiously, slowly thrust upward entering into the dark abyss so that only his full head entered. This intrusion made my pussy tighten against him and he moaned. I looked down at him and noticed an expression of utter anticipation and calm. I relaxed the muscles there and allowed him to enter a tiny bit further with the next thrust. Sitting a little higher on my knees to place his cock at a better angle I grasped his shaft firmly and slid myself up off his cock teasing so the cool air would wisp across it. As soon as I noticed him winced in disappointment, I slipped back down upon him allowing the head and about half the shaft move into me. He grinned in pleasure and opened an eye to look at me. "What comes around goes around" I said. His response wasn't so much as a "humph" and he closed his eye relaxing back against the pillow. I slid my hand across the hairs at his shaft and made sure he felt my nails on the inside of his thighs. He shivered and pushed upward again. With no avail I didn't let him enter any further, letting my pussy form around the size of him slowly. Peeking out at me again with one eye, he moved his hands back to my ass. His elbows braced against the inside of my knees; when he pushed them outward the blanket to slid out forcing me to let go of his cock and fall forward. By knocking me off balance and a simultaneous thrust was all that it took to allow his cock to slide deep into me. It all happened so quickly that the full hard thrust into me caught me off guard and made me body shutter in pleasure. My eyes shot open wide! "Tricky fox aren't you? Play fair!" I said shocked, and laughing. "All is fair, in this game." He responded, "You liked it, I didn't hurt you and you're taking to long." I was about to respond when he closed his eyes again and thrusted hard into me again. Shuttering at the intense motion the only noise that came out of me was another startled squeal. It soon melted away into a slow moan that worked with the rhythm he paced moving my hips. We began slowly, feeling my pussy move smoothly up and down his cock. The tender insides of my thighs were rubbing the outside of his hips, my breasts swaying with the motion of our bodies, was mesmerizing. I sat more upright to get him to go in deeper when I grinded against him. We giggled when I had to hold my breasts from bouncing too hard as our rhythm increased. Our breathing increased and fell into sync with the steady motion. I reached behind me to massage his balls while I held my breast with my other arm. This gave him pleasure and he hummed a sort of moan. Just as my knees began to get sore from rubbing on the blanket from this particular position, his intuitiveness led him to ask me to change positions. Not so much asking, as a sudden pull out and telling me to turn around. I had to laugh at the austerity of his voice and seriousness of his expression. Realizing his abruptness he said "Please?" Then he muttered waiting impatiently. "Don't your knees hurt?" "Yes sir!" I replied with a mocking seriousness I couldn't muster. I flipped over onto my back and watched as his face softened a little when he hovered over me. His cock was glistening with my wetness and now pressed against my pussy again. He leaned down and sank a deep kiss onto my lips. With a stabbing tongue he showed me what he wanted to finish. So I complied by opening my legs and wrapping them around his waist. Pulling my knees forward to take a look at them, he rubbed out the redness where they had been irritated by the blanket. Turning to look at me intimately, he gave them a quick kiss and ran his hands down my thighs, across my ass below him and parted my pussy lips gently with his fingers. Holding his own cock he inserted it carefully as he watched it disappear into the smooth wet sheath that grew restless again waiting for him. Slowly, ever so slowly he inserted the tip in and out, watching intently as it played peek-a-boo with my pink skin. His cock head got wet again and he rubbed his thumb on my clit. The response he received impulsive breathy gasp and my body pressing into him trying to get him to go in farther. I grabbed my breasts and caressed them to think of something other than what he was doing. Taking his thumb and placing it inside my pussy to get it wet rubbed it against my clit again; the cool air then sent a chill up my spine. His thick hard cock pressed into me so slowly it was making me insane. The roundness of his head and the angle of my hips pressed his cock right into the shelf behind my pelvic bone. This g-spot lit up like fireworks even more when he moistened my clit and tickled it. I wriggled under him, pressing myself hard against him but he just ignored me. Still, he continued to watch himself entering and reentering into me slowly, sinking in a tiny bit more each time. Not rushing anything or forcing him in to this tight envelope. I felt him growing harder and now throbbing. I couldn't imagine how he could stand it; I was ready. My mind was shouting, "What the hell are you waiting for!" Sensing this, he slowly watched himself go all the way in and disappear. He held it there for a moment and pulled all the way out just as slowly. Repeating this slow-motion seduction several times, I was practically writhing under him coaxing him to move faster, harder. We caught each others gaze and his eyes were glassy, his face so serious. Glancing back down with inquisitive concentration, he quickened his motion and I felt myself respond with small building tightening spasms squeezing his shaft. Watching himself work faster his thumb pressed against my clit and he gave a couple hard thrusts. My thighs went up in flames and my nipples got hot. His hands made their way to my breasts as the rhythm quickened and the thrusts got harder. With a pinch of my nipples I arched my back into his grasp and moaned as my hands squeezed the blanket underneath me so tightly I had white knuckles. Harder and faster I felt his cock glide in and out of me. His balls slapping against my ass, I let out a gasp when his wet mouth covered my solid nipples. Suckling and biting them he pounded into me. Nibbling at my neck and ear he stopped pumping completely. Taking a very deep breathe, like making up his mind, he bit down and thrusted hard into me. My thighs and my pussy constricted around him tightly, I felt his constriction as well as we came. I gasped and he moaned at the throbbing and the spasms as he pounded me hard not stopping. Quivering both inside and out I clung to him and kissed his mouth full. Intertwined we lay there spent, his cock still inside me pulsing. Slowly we tried to grind against each other in exhaustion. He tried to suckle my nipples but missed, then tried to find the energy to hold them and just fell over to the side of me. Completely spent and nothing left but panting and contentment we lay next to each other silence, feeling the endorphins move through our bodies. Once my breathing regulated and heart didn't feel like it was pounding through my chest anymore. I tilted my head to look at him, he turned to look at me and we smiled at each other, pecking a kiss still exhausted. Nosily the coo-coo clock squawked 2 a.m. He mustered the strength to reach over to the table and grabbed the beer now warm, and took a long deep draw. "Damn, I'm thirsty" I remember saying, "and you downed the whole thing!" He just looked at me with an expression of no regret and said in a slight mocking tone. "Can 'you' please go get another one? I can't move. You have completely worn me out wench." Slipping away from him I stood up and asked "What shall it be 'me Lord'?" "Anything, I'm dying over here." He replied when I heard his stomach growl. "By the way you 'do' taste delicious." Standing in front of the fire naked, my hands on my hips, with the flickering of flames illuminating behind me I felt his gaze move up and down every inch of me. His eyes, although tired, were thankful and appreciative. I blew him a kiss and went to the kitchen to fetch something cold to drink. Bringing back cold pizza and 2 huge glasses of water I sat on the floor with is head in my lap feeding him like a king. Not a lot was said over the next half hour we were just too drained. I threw a log in the fire and cuddled up in his arms as we lay covered in blankets naked before the fire. Staring at the flames, reflecting back on this evening's events; I heard the slow, deep, steady breathing of my lover sound asleep behind me. I wasn't far off myself, but felt sad because when we wake I would have to leave.