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Stolen Days Ch. 01

By: gr8_4play



A Few Stolen Days CH. 01: The Hot Tub

The afternoon's drive had been glorious with a warm sun, blue skies and just the right temperature so that the loose knit shirts and short that Travis and Brandi changed into felt comfortable. 

The day had passed driving through the countryside, often choosing the smaller side roads through out of the way small towns. They had stopped and shopped, buying nothing but holding hands as they looked through dusty collections of things once prized but now in assorted boxes and tables.

They knew there could be no mementos of this day to be explained to spouses on return to their other life, but they knew too that their mementos of today would be as tangible and anything chosen to sit on a shelf and collect dust.

They drove curled up with each other in the front seat like teenagers who couldn't get enough of just touching. Holding hands or with hands resting on each others thighs. Not particularly sexual in their contact, but never far from the exquisite sensuality of the moment.

Travis loved to walk with his arm around Brandi's shoulder or tucked under her arm holding her close. She never seemed hesitant to keep the close contact even in those moment when without being obvious to others who might be watching he would stand behind her and mold himself to the firmness of her bottom... Reaching around with both arms in a sheltering but casual embrace. He enjoyed enveloping her. His arms both surrounding her and sheltering her. Feeling her settle back into him knowing that the contact was continuous from his groin to his chin which rested in the softness of her hair. And when he knew he could without arousing her attention, he loved to let his nose be buried in her hair catching the scent of her and the feel of her.

As they rode, she would cuddle up under his right arm, half turning toward him. He knew she was watching him even when he couldn't see her eyes and he loved the warmth of her soft breasts moving against him in regular breaths.

The had stopped periodically during the day to nibble rather than feast. In one little wide spot in the road they shared a greasy foot long Coney at the drive in. It appeared to be the best cuisine in the small community. Supper was a quiet little restaurant before the even rush... Or perhaps just after the early supper crowd. In may of these places one wouldn't have been surprised to see the streets rolled up at dark.

They could have driven hard to reach the cabin the first day, but somehow the day was perfect as it was and they choose to stop at a nice motel on the outskirts of a larger town. It was dark as they stopped and even though there was little traffic at the motor lodge, it seems to be an inviting place. As they checked into the rather plain room, the manager mentioned the amenities including a hot tub.

Travis asked the manager what time it closed and the older gentleman smiled, "I turn the lights off at 9 pm, but there's not lock on the gate. It's usually pretty quiet and you and the Mrs. are free to use it as you please."

When he pulled the car to the room, Brandi asked why he was grinning and Travis simply said, "I think we will enjoy this place."

It was almost 9 before they got their luggage in the room and settled just a bit. Travis said, "Why don't we stroll the grounds before it gets too dark."

Brandi looked at him funny and knew he had something on his mind, but regardless, where he went she wanted to be with him.

They walked the path around the rooms and found a privacy fence with the hot tub sign. She grinned at Travis, "Oh? Is this what you wanted me to see?"

They entered the gated area and discovered a very nicely landscaped circle with a pool of clear steaming water. The hot tub was not over six feet wide and the whole enclosure hardly more than twice that.

As they stood there holding hands the manager opened the gate and said, "I see you have found it."

He asked if they wanted him to leave the lights on... Then he paused and said, "Here let me show you... Here are the lights and here is the timer for the hot tub." And with a wink he added, "The timer works without the lights having to be on."

We told him that if we were interested, we could find our way and thanked him. He walked off grinning and Brandi looked at Travis and said, "I think he was suggesting something don't you?"

Travis didn't answer her... He just leaned over and kissed her and they made their way back to the room.

They shuffled their traveling bags, not having even bothered to carry in their suitcases. Brandi was rummaging through her bag as Travis reached up and put his hands on her shoulders and gently massaged the tightness of her muscles that run up to her neck. She stopped as if in a trance and allowed her head to sag forward letting his fingers do magic on her neck. She finally leaned her head back and leaned into him and turning her head she kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Think we need to check out the hot tub?" she said quietly.

"Wanna skinny dip?" Travis replied with a tease. What he got was Brandi sticking her tongue out at him in a mocking rebuttal.

She pulled a while one piece swim suit from her bag and without saying a word went into the bathroom, closing the door.

Travis wanted to follow her... To watch her strip her clothes off and savor her nakedness, but she had defined her boundaries and he was man enough to respect her. He brought out his swim suit and started stripping too.

He kept his knit shirt on as he shed his shorts and undershorts. He noticed that on the back of the bathroom door there was a full sized mirror and he stopped for a moment to see his own reflection. His shirt covered most of his manhood and cast what wasn't covered in shadow but there was no question that he was a man and he was proud. He was not hard, but he was full and he hung down. He slipped his suit on and as he pulled it up, the bathroom door opened. He was just a bit embarrassed to have Brandi know that he had been looking at himself.

As she walked into the room, he caught his breath. The suit was very flattering, and very revealing. He knew the outline of her nipples and he had no trouble in identifying them through the suit. The dusky darkness of her areolas were set off with the whiteness of the suit and her nipples were like pencil erasers... Pointy and stiff. His eyes followed the suit down and the high thigh cut of the sides drew his attention to the vee that disappeared between her legs. He wondered if she hadn't been shaved if he would have been able to identify the outline of her pubic hair. There between her legs was the gentlest of hint of the cleft that hid her womanhood.

He realized that he was staring at her... And she did too. She motioned with her eyes toward his own crotch, "You like what you see?"

She laughed but he was horse with his own excitement and realize that he was getting close to "half staff". He picked up a towel and held it as if to hide himself. Brandi walked to him and with her eyes never leaving his she said, "I am so flattered!" and kissed him.

If she had lingered any longer, he would have had her then and there. His ears were buzzing with the touch and smell and proximity and he would have stripped her bathing suit from her shoulders. But she reached for her towel and as she reached the door she turned as she flung her towel over her shoulder, "Coming?"

He laughed at the irony.... Yes, he was very close to coming, but he followed her out the door and down the path.

They reached the gate and it was fully dark with just enough moon light as to find their way. As they entered and felt the gate click shut he asked, "lights and bubbles?"

Brandi replied... "Just bubbles, Kind sir!""

They slipped into the warm pool. The night was not cold, but cool and the warmth was refreshing. The steps took them down from the ring where they would sit to the bottom and standing on the bottom put them over waist deep. They sat down and and the bubbles broke over the crest of Brandi's breasts. Travis could have sworn that her breasts "bobbed" with the bubbles breaking over them.

The sound of the jets was enough that they didn't try to talk. They sat just relaxing and stretching at first and then as Travis put his arm around Brandi's shoulder they melted into each other. Her head finding just the right spot on his shoulder.

They looked at each other and without words being exchanged their thoughts synced. A light kiss... And another. One to her temple and one to his jaw. Their arms began to encircle and as they lounged down so that just their heads were above the boiling turbulence they felt themselves drawn into one another.

Her hands caressed his chest and his tongue invited hers to play. The passion of their kisses which had been so restrained during the day of polite courtship melted in the heat of the water and their passions. He felt the weight of her breast and the reaction to his touch as her nipple swelled and her hands seemed alive and to be touching his all over at once.

She took the initiative to reach between his legs to find him hardening for her and he slipped his hand into the front of her bathing suit to find the softness of her full berates. The cut of her suit, while not a full cleavage, was enough that it was not uncomfortable for him to feel her nipple in the palm of his hand as his tongue played with hers as though it were her nipple.

She offered no resistance to his hand lifting upwards so her strap slid off her shoulder. Once free, it was easy to free her breast and she looked down at it as he held it as though it were a precious treasure. He lifted her breast and with it she allowed him to lift her until it was clear of the water and he could move the soft wetness of his tongue from hers to her nipple.

He licked and then suckled and he felt her hand grasp him as if he were a baby being held to a nursing mother. Her hand caressed his temple and his cheek as he felt her swell under his tongue. He mused in his mind that she was gong to be lop sided if this continued as he felt the fullness of her nipple increase under his attention.

His hand which had been holding the fullness of her breast moved downward across the flatness of her stomach to the fullness of her lower belly just above the bony prominence of her pubic mound. Above the sound of the water, he heard her breath gasp as he slide downward over the crest of her prominence and cascade downward over the softness of her crotch.

The texture and firmness changed as his fingers moved over the hard bony ridge of her pelvic bone and became lost in the softness between her thighs. His pressure gave way to a depth that he could not judge, knowing that only the strip of fabric that separated the juncture of her legs held him at bay. As he cupped her and felt her softness yield to the pressure of his fingers he heard her breath become torturous in his ears and he knew he had touched her at the center of her being.

He cupped her and clasped her with his hand holding her and his arm around her for what seemed like forever. Her hips had begun to move with a will of their own, begging him, pleading with him to allow them to be possessed... To possess him. His cheek was against hers with her mouth close to his ear and he knew that the deep guttural sound that was escaping her lips had begun deep in her core and broke forth in a eerie mixture and pleading and agony.

His fingers moved between her legs, defining the cleft of her womanhood and finding the hint of her growing excitement. Her legs spread as though no longer under her direct control but opening as the petals of a flower to the warmth of the sunshine. The fabric which seemed at first to have fully covered the expanse of her inner thighs now was stretched and he could feel the juncture of her legs and the trunk of her body... That sweet hollow of a woman's legs between which her cleft is protected. As he traced the track of her skin he knew that her open legs were now just barely covered and with a finger tip he raised the fabric and discovered the swollen and open pouting lips.

The texture of a woman changes so dramatically there.... From the smoothness of a baby's butt on the inner thighs to the thickness of skin and the slightest stubble of her shaved prominence, to the pebbly feel of the edge of her lips with almost a feathery lack of definition. It was not a straight line, but a craggy direction which broke over into the smoothest texture of moist mucous membrane. The inside texture of a woman's lower lips reminded him of her lips and her mouth... Becoming more smooth and moist as he entered them.

The strain of her bathing suit was pulled taught by the way her hips were now thrust outward at the bottom and the spread of her legs. With one finger he could just maneuver into the wet center of her being and with the tip of his finger he could just enter her. The effect was electric and like a jolt her hips thrust to suck his finger into her.

Her breath sounded like a saw cutting timber... Raspy and labored and he looked at her and saw in her eyes the agony of her soul. She had tasted him and her lower mouth thirsted for him and though no words broke forth he could see in her face the pleading... "Please!"

She sifted slightly and one hand moved down between them. He was not sure what she intended until he realized that she had reached down and with her fingers pulled to fabric loose from her crotch and with a wiggle of her butt had shifted it to the groove of her leg completely freeing her womanhood from all constraints. She crooked her head into the hollow of his neck and thrust herself outward and upward to his hand and as his finger moved into her she moved to bury herself on his extended finger.

The rhythm was lost in the moving and grinding and penetrating of his finger. He drew it out and up over her protruding clit and he knew that one finger was not giving her the satisfaction that she was hungering for. Two finger entered her easily and not until the stretching of a third did she seem as though she had begun to find the friction that she was craving. He knew that she was grinding herself to a climax, but he wanted to share more of that than what was being afforded to them.

He moved to put his arms under hers and lifted her from the hot tub to the rim. Her eyes became panicky as the exposure with one breast still exposed and her crotch bare. One of the towels was within reach and Travis pointed, "Grab a towel."

Brandi brought it around her shoulders like a shawl and it felt to cover her hips. As he moved between her legs she moved the towel to shelter them both as she opened her legs to accommodate him with his face kissing her most intimate lips.

In the water, her wetness had been washed away, but now there seemed to be a flood of her lubrication bathing his tongue as he explored. The texture of her lips both inside and outside. The moist depth of her entrance that was beyond the length of his tongue and her clit which had engorged until his nose bumped it in movement and he relished in her.

She had hunched down over him and he could feel her exposed breast on his head as she curled over him. Her hips quivered and moved as though she was searching for something beyond her grasp. She was riding his face, using her hips to reach those places that he could only guess. He knew he was coated with her wetness from the bridge of his nose to his chin. He had never felt a woman so open and exposed to him before as though, had he been small enough, he could simply have climbed into her through the gaping entrance to her soul.

He knew she was finding pleasure, but he was not sure if he was giving it, or just the instrument of it. He knew that there was a part of her that was focused on him and her lover, but he also knew that there was a part of her that was beyond his touch and reach. Her growing climax was becoming and out of body experience for her that transcended the device for her ecstasy. She was destined to have her moment and he was at best a privileged observer to the miraculous event.

Her legs grasped him and pulled him into her. He knew he would have control himself because she could not have cared that he might be smothered in her soft juicy folds. She jerked and shook and was racked by her orgasm and there was no question about faking such an shattering event. He knew too that she would be hyper sensitive for a moment and he would allow himself only the softest kisses to her open lips.

The passing came slowly with shuddering and aftershocks. Slowly her legs began to loosen their death grip on his head and he looked up at her face, still hovering over him with her arms clenching his head as a mother with a baby to her breasts. He saw a weak smile that seemed to blossom but knew that she was not yet able to break free into intelligible speech.

He became aware of the pressure of his own loins aching for release. He moved his arms to his sides and pushed his own swim suit down as he pulled her forward. He knew that the edge of the tub was ruff and that one of her checks was bare, but he was beyond his own ability to focus on her needs. His erection was huge and painful and begged for release. He knew that the feeling of his own swim suit moving against his own thrusting hips as he had pleasured her with his tongue was almost enough to have brought him to ejaculation.

He lifted her under her arms again and lowered her down his front... Feeling the smooth skin excite him and knowing that as she was lowered she had locked her legs around him. As her legs moved to his hips, he knew that his upturned erection was poised at the pouty entrance of her sex and as she kissed him she thrust her tongue into his mouth even as he thrust his hardness into her depths.

The were balanced with her against the side of the tub and he used the leverage of the hardness of the tub to thrust into her, burying himself until he knew that his own bony prominence was mashed against hers. The mating was animalistic... He thrust into her with a wildness that was seeking pure release. The water moderated the tempo, but he could feel her begin to clinch him at the depth of each thrust. He knew his balls were filled with fluid and the pressure for release was becoming painful. It was his turn to be tortured with the agony and the ecstasy of what they were doing. They had made love and had shared a spiritual dimension to their union, but he knew that as guttural as it sounded they were now just "fucking" with all of the raw passion of that act. He new it was an animal rage that drove him to want to enter her deeper than anyone who had ever had her before... To possess her... To conqueror her... To leave her feeling that no one could have her in the same way as he was having her now.

Each time he bottomed out his thrust into her, he heard her voice squeezed as he pinned her against the concrete wall... And mixture of a grunt from the impact and a moan of her own feelings. He knew that for all the world, the only thing that mattered to both of them at this moment was happening between their legs and that the rest of the universe had ceased to exist. His thrusting and her accommodating... The pure act of sex.

He felt his balls rise, knowing that his ejaculation was coming quickly... From deep in the base of his groin he felt the first sharp searing heat of his cum boiling up like lava from the heart of a volcano. With that came the thrust that was intended to penetrate her, to break every barrier, to spew his seed into her fertile heart. Like ropes of hot steam it burst forth in spasms. He had no idea if she would, could or had climaxed again. He knew only that in his clenched eye he could see the white hot cum pumping into her womb. He wondered if she could feel the heat and if it burned her as it had burned him as it passed through the head of his manhood. Again and again and again until the torrents became a dribble and he found himself buried in her with her legs locked in a death grip around his hips, panting for breath.


Stolen Days Ch. 01



His legs were weak and quivered and he could only lean against her an the side of the tub for support. Her head was on his shoulder and he could only gasp at asking, "You OK?"

Her hair stringy with the wetness of both the hot tub and the exertion could only nod as he looked down to watch her exposed breast heave under the exertion of her own breathing.

Slowly he slide them both down into the water. Her towel soaking up the water while still covering them and they sat with him still in her and feeling her still clenching him until the last drop of his milky fluids were long gone and he had shriveled from within her.

Travis kissed her. The most glorious and angelic kiss. Every ounce of sexual passion had been drained from them and like two children they began to laugh. There was nothing particularly funny, but it was a celebration of life.

At last she moved to cover her exposed breast with her bathing suit and stood and awkwardly adjusted the crotch of her suit. Travis fished out the trunks of his own suit from he bottom of the pool and with trembling limbs pushed to exhaustion they helped one another out of the water. Travis looked backed at the pool and wondered how much of himself he had left floating as it has flowed out of her, but was too weary to worry. They made their way back to the room, dried one another as the simplest of primates groom one another and laying naked with each other, drifted off into the oblivion of totally exhausted sleep. 



Stolen Days Ch. 02



A Few Stolen Days Ch. 02: The Awakening

It was the first time we had ever "slept" together, but it was a relaxed snuggling. I woke sometime in the night to a throbbing in my arm, only to realize that she had gone to sleep on my arm and had cut off the circulation. I moved without waking her and turned over and drifted off again.

I awoke the next morning with the sunlight glowing through the windows and with a very naked Brandi moving against me to seek every inch of contact that our bodies would allow. She had draped her leg over mine and I could tell that she had been awake long enough to become interested in what she was doing. The juncture of her legs were moist as she pressed her hips against my leg and as she moved, she dragged her nipples against my arm.

I opened one eye to look at her and her eyes twinkled as she uttered only one word, "Meow!"

I laughed, "Meow?"

"Pussy wants to rub against you this morning." She said.

I laughed out loud. This was so out of character with her prim and proper demeanor. To my remembrance she had never used that term in it's sexual connotation. I decided to play the game with her.

"Ummm, is pussy feeling good this morning?" I answered.

She didn't reply except to kiss me and move partially over me. She slid on top of me about half way so that her wetness was now fully on top of the front of my hip and her breasts rubbed my shoulder and breastbone.

Her movements were feline. It was like a cat who rubs up against you, moving without haste but never leaving contact. I was not sure, but even when she seemed to be still, there felt like a movement flowing through her body.

She was obviously enjoying the fantasy of playing the cat because she now began to lick me. Long slow licks from the throbbing pulse in my neck, across my chin and face and to the side of my eye.

Not caring for my morning whiskers, she almost purred, "Ummmm! Have to find somewhere that my tongue won't get whisker burned."

I didn't try to move. She was obviously relishing whatever she had going in her head with this and the effects were most pleasurable. She began a long series of slow licks that seemed to simply follow her nose. I had never been licked under my arm, but the sensation was incredible.

Nothing seemed to be insignificant to her attention. My arm and wrists and fingers. As she moved to lick my chest and stomach, she turned to accommodate and I decided that two could play this game. I moved slightly to allow me to lick the hollow behind her knee.

"Ummmmm, purrrrrrrrrr" she responded in keeping with her mood.

So the bathing very much became the mimic of two cats paying attention to each other's grooming. She set the pace by avoiding contact with obvious erogenous zones and I discovered that places I had only touched with my fingers could evoke a pleasured response from her when I mimiced the long slow licking.

It didn't take long for my morning erection to become an undeniable issue to be faced. It was a startling feeling to feel her tongue begin on my pubic bone and move slowly in a continuous broad lick up to the head of my manhood.

Taking that as a signal that a boundary had been crossed, I licked her from her lower thigh up and across the cleft of her womanhood. That brought a response as she moved with catlike fluidity to straddle my head and slowly settle down against my face.

I thought she would hover over me and continue the licking rhythm but she continued to move her hips downward against my face in almost a rotating fashion. I realized that she was using my face, nose and mouth to open herself and bring the greatest amount of contact with me.

I licked from as far upward on her pubic bone as I could reach, back down in a broad slow stroke and as far backward as I could reach. There was a point at which it crossed my mind that my tongue would surely follow that cleft until it parted into the dividing of her cheeks and that my tongue would pass across that single place that seemed above all else to be forbidden.

As I moved, my nose preceded my tongue in its travel and I decided that I would adjust my actions based on my senses. As I moved, the aroma that met my nose was a lightly floral one and it dawned on me that she had already been up and a washcloth with something fresh had passed that way before me.

With the attention that she was giving my erection with her licks, I was determined that I would not loose sight of the opportunity that was presented to me. I licked the upper grove of her leg where her thigh attached back and up to where that groove was lost in the fullness of her cheek. Each time I passed over the center of her womanhood, I knew that the slickness of my salvia was being replaced with a more fluid lubricant and the texture was luxurious.

I again played over the familiar territory, but as I passed over her tightness, I changed the rules and pointed my tongue and began a swirling motion moving toward the center of her tightness.

I had obviously changed the rules of the whole game, for with that action the long slow licking came to an end and with a start I felt an open wetness envelope the head of my manhood. There was still the long slow movement but it was now a bobbing effect. I couldn't tell if it was her lips or tongue, only that with each movement a warm wet loose envelopment moved up and down my shaft.

Mimicking this new turn of events, I opened my mouth wide and tried to make maximum contact with where I knew the keenest of her sensations were centered. I felt the hardness at the top of her cleft press into my tongue near the tip and the broad width of the base of my tongue could feel the openness of her center like the covering of a deep well. I moved my tongue to bring more contact with her hardness and I used the smooth wetness of her shaved lips to seal a vacuum and I sucked. Her lips were pulled into my mouth and I could feel them become engorged until it seemed that she existed within my mouth with my tongue parting those swollen lips and plunging to its depth into her. I knew that her depth was beyond the reach of my tongue, but the effort was with all the strength of a conviction that I could lick the very neck of her womb with my tongue.

The warm envelopment of my manhood had increased until I knew that I was well toward being half way into her mouth. The bobbing continued to be slowed with each movement and as she moved lower I could feel a tightness envelope the head of my member. I realized with excitement that I was feeling the constriction of her throat and wondering how she was able to accommodate such a feat.

From there my mouth never lost contact with her. Sucking and swirling, I was fascinated that each time I allowed her lips to leave the vacuum of my mouth they hung down a little farther and demanded more of the space of my mouth each time I consumed them. 

Her hips had long since surrendered to their natural movements and at time I realized that she was using my chin to rub her erection. I could feel her sometimes move lightly and sometimes crushing the tender hardness with a pressure that forced my mouth open and my jaw to drop back. On occasion I had to force my jaw up against her to keep her from dislocating it with the pressure of her hips. I knew when I did that she was being sand papered by my whiskers, but she didn't seem to notice.

Somewhere in the warm wetness surround my erection I realized that her teeth were grazing the very bottom of my shaft and I knew that somehow she had accommodated me fully. I knew I was buried in her throat. I couldn't imagine how she could breathe with her throat so full of me, or how she avoided choking. I presumed that in the fog of her sexual passion that such sensations were lost on her at that moment.

I moved my mouth upward to suck fully on her erect flesh at the parting of her cleft. Like the rest of her soft tissue, I could feel her continue to swell with the vacuum of my mouth and for a moment it felt almost male in the hardness and size of her erection. I realized that sucking her into my mouth was filling my mouth and I could feel the wetness of her lips moving back on my tongue and wondered if I could accommodate her in my throat as she was accommodating me.

With both of our mouths filled I felt the quiver in her thighs on my cheeks and I knew her orgasm was exploding. Feeling the quaking movement move to center on the stiffness against my tongue, it triggered my own eruption. I knew she was forced down on me and that I should have given her some warning, but my mouth was full and her weight against me would not allow me to withdraw from her quivering flesh.

As I felt the first full spray of my fluid pass through my shaft, I felt her gag reflex finally coming into play. Without intending to, my hips moved upward in my own reflex as a second jet of fluid burned its way through me and I heard her cough and wretch.

She fell off me and with panic I twisted to face her, seeking to at last come to her aid even as the last spasms of my loins sprayed her and the bed with what I could not control. I grabbed the sheet and wiped my fluids away from her face as she allowed me to flow from her open mouth and with my greatest concern I rubbed her face until the redness began to subside.

"God, I'm so sorry. I should have pulled out" I said.

Catching her breath and not talking lest she loose control of her gagging. I talked to her softly with apologies and with tears.

Holding her close, she finally pushed me away to take a deep breath, coughing a bit with the sticky fluid that clung in her throat.

"It's my fault. I've never taken anyone as deeply I did you. I was so lost in my orgasm, I never realized that you were so close too."

I kissed her forehead and her eyes and begged her forgiveness in soft words of atonement.

"Actually," she said, "I was so pleased that I could take you so deeply, I didn't even think what would happen if you climaxed. It felt like a fire hydrant was shoved down my throat." She replied with a weak smile.

I went to get her a glass of water, but as I offered it to her to clear her throat, I paused and said, "Perhaps you need to just rinse your mouth?"

By now she was re-gathering her faculties and her sense of humor and as she took the glass she opened her mouth wide before she drank and swirled her tongue and drank. With a weak wink she smiled, "At least I swallowed!"

"Oh you!" in a tease I tousled her hair.



Stolen Days Ch. 03



A Few Stolen Days Ch. 03: The Day in The Car

A hot shower brought us both the refreshment that we needed from the sweaty, stained sheets. I asked Brandi if she wanted to dress for breakfast and she said, "How about getting me coffee and a something light. And make it black, I've already had my "cream" for the morning." Her eyes flashed as she broke into light laughter.

I left her wrapped in her towel messing with her hair and spotted a quick trip down the block and it was a glorious morning. I didn't even bother to start the car, it was just a joy to walk the short distance. I wasn't terrible worried at the selection, I had noticed a coffee pot in the lobby of the small motel the evening before and figured that anything sweet would work well.

The quick trip store must have been the community Mecca. As soon as you entered you were met with the aroma of fresh coffee and a bakery had brought donuts and fresh rolls. In this little corner of no where I found fresh croissants and cappuccino and I knew Brandi would squeal at the treasure.

I hadn't even looked closely at the map when we stopped and I asked, "By the way, what is this place?"

"Mountain City!" an older man exclaimed a bit in disgust. I could almost hear the the unspoken end of his response, "darn fool Yankee!"

The heavy set woman behind the counter, trying to put a more accommodating image of her community said, "Where are you headed for?"

I laughed, "I guess it's obvious I'm traveling through, huh?"

She smiled a huge toothy grin, "With that accent Mister?"

I have never thought of myself as having an accent... Not at least in comparison to these Georgia folks. I decided not to pursue that agenda, I want out numbered and not sure that the South wouldn't rise again... At least that morning.

"I've got reservations for this evening at Pigeon Forge in Tennessee. Best travel recommendations?"

She smiled as she wiped her hand on her apron, "Pretty place. It's not over a hundred miles... But it'll take you all day to get there!"

I looked quizzical. I knew the route lay through the Great Smoky Mountain national forest. "Is the road that bad?"

"No. But it is windy and you will want to stop at least in Gatlinberg and a dozen places along the way just to look at the scenery." She had kind of a far off look about her that told me she had her own fond remembrances of that trips and her favorite places.

She broke her gaze and smiled. "Any thing else I can help with?"

I thanked her and left with my two sacks with the coffee, croissants and little tubs of butter and a plastic knife.

The towel had been replaced with a very flowery summer dress which, while it was fitted to flatter her figure, was loose and floated on her. As she walked toward me, there was no mistaking that the constraints of her bra and her breasts swayed and bobbed with her steps.

I swallowed hard and said, "What happened to you?""

"I got comfortable!" Brandi said.

We hugged and I kissed her smiling lips. My arms were around her back and my hands confirmed what my eyes had told me. There were no constraints of a bra and I relished in the fullness of her breast.

"You know you're driving me crazy with your boobs bouncing."

"And what makes you think I'm surprised at that?"

She was grinning at me with her teasing smile, daring me to make more of it than I could.

We at our breakfast as we sat on the bed. We talked about the trip and the route and the places that she wanted to stop on the way, and every other inconsequential topic of discussion.

We gathered our things and walked to the car. As we walked the dozen or so steps, I let my hand side down to the swell of her hip and deliciously slide downward in an intimate touch. I was caught off guard and moved my hand forward from the back of her hip where I had thought to cup her cheek. I moved again with purpose.

"You're not wearing panties?" I whispered quietly in her ear.

She turned with her mouth almost in my ear and just as quietly answered, "No!"

I swallowed hard. It was going to be a long day and I was already fighting the profound stirrings of an erection.

We found our route and settled into the first ten minutes for our drive. I started to lean over to ask what her plans were, but she cut me off with her quick eyes and a finger over her lips, "Shhhhh.... not now!"

The day was absolute perfection. The sun was warm but not harsh and the travel was luxurious. I am accustomed to drive in order to arrive at a destination, but today I just drove because it was an excuse to be together. I wished I had rented a convertible because as we approached the mountains the view was breath taking.

But the view inside the car was extraordinary too. It was hard not to look at Brandi as we drove. Her breasts swayed with the road and she delighted in knowing that I noticed. Knowing that she had no panties on drove me a bit crazy. Without being too obvious I watched her hips and the juncture of her legs and from time to time she would loosen her shoulder strap and turn part ways toward me to talk, kicking off her sandal and drawing her leg up under her.

I finally at one point couldn't resist the temptation to ask, "Are you sitting on your heal?" Knowing that for us both was a signal of her very private pleasure.

She got a very impish grin on her face and suddenly with both hands pulled her skirt up flashing me with her heal tucked neatly between her folds. As quickly, she flattened her skirt and put her hands over her face and laughed... Turning bright red which flushed down as far as the scooped dress would expose.

"Don't you say a word!" was her response and she turned forward to sit as prim and proper as a school teacher in front of her class.

I scowled at her. We held hands and both looked at each other and smiled.

The morning passed quickly and we made good time. We stopped periodically at the curio shops and nibbled on things from every one of them. It was more fun and relaxing than I remembered having in times past remembering. She was smiling and relaxed and funny and subtly sexy all at the same time. I wondered if we had both been released from our own little cages for a day of play and nothing would stand in the way.

Early in the afternoon we stopped at a scenic overlook. It actually wasn't at the crest of the mountain scenery, but a little park like area with a little valley and brook flowing through it.

It was fun to stop and stretch our legs. It was little more than a pull out area on the highway and didn't appear to be one of the more popular spots, at least on that afternoon. We walked down over the noel of the hill into the valley... More of a draw which though it was less than 30 yards from the highway was hidden in the foliage and by the height.

The brook was small but clear and cold. Brandi kicked off her sandals and swished her feet in the cool water and laughed as she kicked it on me as a child playing in the water.

We savored the scenery and the colors, holding hands and holding each other. It was a magical place. Brandi then turned to me and in a whisper in my ear she said, "I have to pee!"

I looked and laughed at her comical situation. There were no restrooms, just bushes. "Take your pick!" I indicated her options with a sweep of my hand.

"What if someone stops?" she asked with serious reservations. 

Taking my hand, she pulled me into the brushy area, "You stand watch!"

She squatted down and looking at me she said, "Aren't you going to turn around?"

"No!"

"That isn't very gentlemanly of you!" she said with an obvious pout.

"No... And not wearing any panties isn't very ladylike!" I mocked her tone.

Gathering her skirt up until she was exposed from the waist down she glared at me in defiance and without betrayal of her apprehension, I heard the unmistakable sound of a stream of water hitting the ground.

I swallowed hard, knowing that my coolness was being betrayed by my short breath and I suspected I was blushing. She stood having finished and walked past me back toward the car and turned. "Are you going to stand there with your mouth open or take me to our cabin?"

As we got back into the car, I said, "You're driving me crazy, I guess you know." I whispered in her ear and then just because I could, I nuzzled her neck and kissed her behind her ear.

"Good . . . I guess my strategy is working then" she said as she turned toward me.

"Do you run through the woods not wearing underwear often?"

Giggling, she said, "No. But then, you are my first for a lot of things. 

"I'm sorry, but if you could read my mind you'd know the image that is creating for me."

"Good, that's why I did it. I want you to be excited and looking at me with lust in your eyes!" she beamed.

We started the travel again and she began to settle back into her seat and closed her eyes.

"You know I'm not about to let you sleep the whole trip?"

"Oh no? Just watch me"

I decided that whatever her plans included that I was not to be left out. As she turned, she shifted her hips and took my free hand in hers. She then brought the back of my hand close into her lower tummy and my mind began to wonder just what she was up to.

She pulled my hand down toward the vee of her legs and then slowly back up and I realized that there was just enough friction to cause her dress to ride up with the action.

I realized that two could play this game and as she brought my hand downward again, I turned my hand, breaking free of her grasp on my fingers. Her hand found my wrist and my fingers found the bare skin of her legs below her hiked skirt.

Knowing that she wore no panties, the touch of her leg was exquisite. If she didn't feel the electricity, then I surely did for us both. I lightly rubbed my finger tips against her inner leg and decided that this was going to be an interesting afternoon interlude.

I could tell there was no resistance from her. She alternately pretended to be asleep and then through almost closed eyes I could see her smiling. Yet, there was no perceptible encouragement either. She didn't shift to accommodate my fingers between her legs.

Since she had set the stage, it was up to me to play out the action, wondering if it were to be a seduction, drama, or comedy.

Slowly, and I hope agonizingly for her, I lifted my fingers on her skin drawing her skirt upwards. After an eternity, I found the vee where both her legs intersected her lower belly. With the way she was posed, there was lots of skin but no entrance to the deeper vee of her cleft. I knew I was dragging my fingers lightly over her freshly shaved pubic bone. She made no motion.

She shifted and things happened in unison. She turned slightly to sit slightly toward me and her legs opened. She had moved enough to offer me access to the center of her being. She also pulled her loose skirt over my hand and her knees.

Lightly, I turned my hand to cup her lips and found that instead of being tucked back, they were open and moist. I knew my touches hadn't gone for naught. I let my finger lay over the full length of her cleft and as I let the tip of my finger probe her outer defenses, she coughed to cover the sudden catch in her voice.

For anyone watching us from other cars on the highway, they saw two people making small talk. Had there been those close enough, they might have heard her voice struggling to remain calm with the breathy hoarseness that might have been blamed on the cool air of the day.

What no one saw was the feeling of my fingers as they moved, opening her and drawing out her wetness.

The tip of my middle finger began to explore her cleft. Toward the back, bottom, of her cleft, there was no mistaking the dampness that gave evidence to the deep pool of her womanhood. Wanting to intentionally go slowly, I was careful to let my movements be slight and with careful intent.

I touched her wetness. With the lubrication that flowed from her, I let my finger sink slowing into her, like quicksand engulfing its victim. I stopped at the first knuckle and drew back and with it came greater moistness. In a circular motion, I explored the texture of her swelling lips and the velvet which lay between them. With each touch, her flesh opened and seemed not to constrict. She was like soft clay and each touch left its continuing form on her.

Slowly I sank my finger into her to the middle knuckle feeling the heat and wetness of her inner being. I tried not to stare at her while I was exploring her, lest I would drive off of the road and anyone should discover the hidden secret which we were sharing. But as I glanced, I noticed that her eyes were closed and she was holding herself with a certain stiffness. To add to her distress at the situation, as I withdrew from her, I dragged my finger from her depths upward through her cleft. Her moisture was more than enough to deal with the friction and I found that beneath the over sheltering outer lips she was already an open channel. As I curled my finger to reach the crest of her cleft, I found her already erect. Without intending to, as my finger curled, the movement caused me to "flick" the protrusion of her excitement and from deep in her throat there came an audible "eke" with an embarrassed cough to cover it.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. It was a strange mixture of hostility and lust. She knew I was having my revenge on her for watching her without being able to speak or touch. She reached down with her hand, below her skirt and grasped me by the wrist.

I thought she was going to yank my hand from her to relieve the agony of her suffering. But she pulled my hand closer to herself and without visibly moving the upper part of her body, she moved to open herself even more to me. She also moved her hips against me, begging for more.

I watched for a moment, thinking that the movement of her hips would be betrayed by her upper body. But she had simply laid back in her seat, looked at me with a smile and closed her eyes.

As much as I wanted to draw the agony out, I found my fingers had a mind of their own. My middle finger had found her depth again but as I moved to the middle knuckle again, she moved her hips and suddenly I was buried in her to the depths that our positions would allow.

I became lost in her. Swirling my finger around to feel the delicious texture that met my touch at every movement. Knowing that every movement was met by a deep twitching of her muscles in her pelvis.

It became a ritual. Long slow deep strokes into her and then a drawing out and upwards to "flick" the peak of her excitement.

Periodically I would linger on her stiffness, caressing it and teasing it. Even when I plunged into her depths, I was careful to make sure my palm remain in contact with her. The movement of her hips grinding a sense of satisfaction from the contact.

Her breathing became more shallow and I knew it was having a profound effect on her. It was a challenge to see how much pleasure I could inflict on her while wondering what would happen if her orgasm were to break out vocally. Visions of Meg Ryan in the movie "When Harry met Sally" flashed in my mind and I laughed.

She looked at me, but there was no laughter. She was deep into her sexual need and there was a demanding gaze in her eyes.

I was driven to find ways to increase my attention, to feed the demand to make her whole again.

She was so soft and open and wet that I moved to couple my ring finger with my middle finger to open her more with each plunging thrust. Instead of finding a barrier in her tightness, my fingers were immediately lost in her depths as though she were already ahead of me, waiting on me to catch up.

Some my index finger joined the assault and at last I found the tension and the stretching that I had sought. Her leg moved hard against mine and I lowered my knee. She immediately moved her leg on top of mine to allow her to spread herself open. She slumped down in her seat slightly. Even though I knew her posture was uncomfortable, I knew her attention was lower than her back. It was focused at the juncture of her legs and ecstasy.

The moisture from her being had pooled at the lower point of her opening and with the change of her posture the point where her cleft moved into the separation of her cheeks had disappeared and her bottom was being flooded.

I moved my finger down this time to massage the wetness into her tight opening and the effect was magical.

Her hand which had never left contact with my wrist when we had moved earlier, released my wrist and with a smooth movement she flattened her hand and moved it downward under my wrist until I knew her fingertips were entering her cleft.

I could feel the gentle movement of her fingers on her erection. It was not familiar to my touches. There was the gentlest of movement almost in a circular movement, with the slightest up and down movement.

As I swirled the wetness of her fluids into her back entrance, I let my wrist lay over her hand to feel the excitement of what she was doing. I could feel that her two fingers had separated her hardness from her cleft and that her outer lips were caught in the separation of her index and little fingers and her middle and ring finger were laid in the channel either side of her swollen erection. Protruding from the center of that was the unmistakable smoothness of the peak of her erotic excitement.

Had I had the opportunity to loosen my erection from the awkward confines on my shorts, I think I would have exploded with that. I presume the effect was shared, for as I massaged her, I felt her stiffen and the unmistakable construction of her muscle under my finger began to a spasm.

I looked at her, wondering what the visual effect of her obvious orgasm was going to be in her face and posture. Usually she is very expressive both physically and vocally at the moment of her climax. What I saw was a very rigid posture almost in rigor and a brief fluttering of her eye lids.

She again grasped my wrist and pulled me from between her legs and I could feel her clench her legs together. There were no feelings of having been bared from her inner center, but a sense of her not wanting something to escape. It was almost like the clenching of a little girl who is holding herself to keep from going to the bathroom.

A deep breath and a moving upward in her seat and then a settling over on my shoulder. Her eyes never opened but the rigidness of her body melted into a buttery feeling.

I whispered, "You OK?"

"Glorious! Now sush... Don't talk. Let me just soak in this for a moment."

I knew my release would come before the day was over and I knew that what I wanted was not to just watch my creamy fluids run down my hard shaft... I could do that on my own. I was contented that she was riding on a sexual buzz that would continue and yield it's fruits for my tasting and enjoyment later.

We passed through Gatlinberg and I asked if she wanted to shop. It was mid-afternoon. She looked at me and said, "I want you to wine me, and dine me!" And then with a wink she said, "And I want to be your dessert!"

The cabin was not far removed from civilization, but I wanted to stop before we went. I wanted her contented and without distractions for the evening.

We sat in a quiet booth in a nice restaurant with a luxurious meal. It was slow and unhurried and through most of the time we held hands across the table and our fingers played as teenagers so often do with sexual tension. I watched her breasts move and I could have let the afternoon go on forever.

We finished early enough to arrive at the cabin before dusk. The hosts had provided breakfast provisions in the refrigerator and champagne. They gave us directions and reaffirmed our privacy. The road was rustic and the cabin blended into the woodlands and was lost in the foliage. It was impressive with the quilted bedspread in the king-size bed in the center of a large one room cabin with the only closed space being the bathroom. The kitchen was a nook with a full glassed view of the back deck which towered above the hillside which dropped off two stories below.




Stolen Days Ch. 03



The deck was completely hidden from the front but expansive. The view was breath taking and left you feeling exposed but totally hidden from all view by the cabin and the trees. On the deck was a hot tub. We looked at each other and laughed. It was going to be a great two days!



Stolen Days Ch. 04



A Few Stolen Days Chapter 4: The Deck

The day of travel to the cabin had been glorious. The sky bright and sunny but the mountain temperatures moderate and the scenery was outstanding. And Travis mused to himself that the Great Smoky Mountains were pretty too. He hardly had time to look, his eyes had been fixed on Brandi through the day.

The flowery dress she still wore was flattering to her and enhanced by the fact that she had gone braless through the day. It wasn't a sun dress, but it was scooped at the neckline and although it offered no real hint of cleavage, he had loved the fact that it betrayed her blushes which had spread down from her face and neck and flooded her exposed upper chest... And disappeared as he knew it had colored her breasts and nipples.

He stood looking at her savoring the brilliant sunset as she stood leaning slightly on the high rail that surrounded the deck. The expansive windows that overlooked the deck made it feel as though she were almost within the cabin with him. He poured two glasses of champagne, watching the bubbling froth build up as he poured and felt his own unsatisfied longing in his loins swell and subside as the wine in the glasses.

He could have walked quickly to her side, but he enjoyed the view. The skirt of her dress was full and moved with the soft breeze of the evening's air and it accentuated the womanly form of her bottom as she stood almost frozen in place. He never thought of himself as a man who checked out a woman's bottom, although he was never adverse to admiring a cute one in tight slacks. But he also knew that she had not worn panties during the day and watching the dress move on her backside gave him the feeling that if he had tried, he might have conjured up x-ray vision.

He knew the rounded swell of her cheeks. He had amble opportunity that morning in their oral pleasuring to observe them close at hand and from a unique perspective as she had settled herself over his tongue and had lose herself in his pleasure. He knew that just below the swell of her cheeks that there was a hollow that at the even slight angle she was standing would have betrayed the lips of her womanhood to him.

He had made her climax twice that day already. He knew that he had caused those lips to become engorged as he had sucked them that morning and that during the afternoon drive he had discovered that they were still distended, full and pouty. He could imaging as he looked that her body would still advertise that she was excited and would be receptive to his advances.

He determined in his mind to go slowly with her this afternoon. He had not allowed himself the release during the afternoon and knew that he was full and his manhood was distended in anticipation of his own climax, but he wanted to extend it and draw it out. This evening he wanted to make love to her and enjoy the slow agony of his release. He knew in his mind that he didn't want it to happen in the soft bed... He wanted her there on the deck... As she stood from behind. Able to watch himself enter her and know that it would be like a deliciously naughty movie with the close-ups of him moving in and out of her.

Travis blinked his eyes, if he stood daydreaming any more the wine could have gotten warm and he would have gotten hot. He walked out onto the deck with both glasses and reached around Brandi to hold her glass in front of her and as he did he kissed her neck.

Brandi was startled by his proximity. She was obviously absorbed in the view and her thoughts that she hadn't heard his approach. There was a sound like an "eeek!" that broke from her throat and her shoulder on the side of her neck where he had kissed her was brought up in a reflexive sheltering response and her other hand below the glass he had held for her moved up so that Travis had to balance himself lest he should have dropped the glass off the edge of the deck. She immediately realized what had happened and with embarrassment apologized. 

"I'm sorry, you startled me... And tickled me!" The tone of her voice moved quickly through the range of contrition to defensiveness.

"Touchy aren't we?" Travis said with a great smile, knowing that she was much to strong a woman not to have given into the temptation to have accepted all of the blame.

Brandi leaned into him with her head against his cheek. He felt the warmth of her body and the full softness of her breasts and the full swell of her hips and thighs against him. 

"Yes" she said, "Touchy with you."

He had to swallow hard to speak and with a voice horse from the immediate sexual tension she had evoked in him, he could only gesture to the glass he held for her. As she turned back to the railing to take the glass, he moved with her to maintain the contact as she turned. What he had lost in the swell of her breasts was compensated for by the swell of her bottom. He made no overt move to increase the pressure of his loins against her bottom, but neither did she make any movement to move away from him.

She leaned back against him as she shipped her wine. His thirst for the liquid was lost and he sat his glass on the rail as he nuzzled into the soft recesses of her neck behind her ear. There was an intimacy there that had she not been attracted to him, she would not have allowed. She turned her head slightly to allow him access to the softness of her throat... A very primal act of mating surrender.

His hands had found her shoulders and as he kissed moved in a fluid motion down over her arms and then in a gathering motion of possession they swept under her arms and grazed the weight of her breasts as he clasped his hands around her in a bear hug. He could feel her breathing as her diaphragm moved under his hands and the trembling of her breath was exciting to him.

He moved against her bottom and he knew she could not mistake the feeling of his erection against her. She moved backwards slightly to increase the pressure knowing that it was pleasing him. His hands flattened against her stomach and as he kissed her throbbing neck his hands moved upward to capture the weight of her breasts, first holding them and their weight in the palms of his hands and then moving upward to feel her nipples stiffen as his thumb and index fingers lightly pinched both nipples at once.


She turned her neck to seek his lips with her own but she did not turn her body. She only leaned forward slightly to increase the pressure of his hands on her breasts and her soft bottom on his loins. He knew that he must have her, to enter her as they stood, but he was determined to make it slow and delicious... To extend it as long as possible.

The light of the afternoon sun was fading and with the enveloping dusk they were shut off from the outside world. He didn't know how Brandi would feel about having him enter her in such an open environment as the deck, even though the view was private and the light would have made them indistinguishable to others from a distance. He reached up to her shoulders to gently push her forward and intentionally ground himself against her. 

Brandi ask with a quiet, shaky voice, "What are you going to do?"

It was not a demanding question, but a pleading one. Travis knew that Brandi had no question about his intention, but he knew part of her excitement was his answer.

"I am going to have my dessert now! Right here and now!"

He reached and gathered her blowing skirt up above her waist with one hand and with the other he moved down over the soft globes of her cheeks to the hollow which lay at their juncture. He let his full hand move in exploration between them and found what he had hoped... Soft pouty lips that extended below the cleft of her womanhood. He felt his index finder which lay flat with his hand part her and the moisture and the heat that met him. He was careful not to enter her but let his hand work like a saw to slice between her moist cleft as she thrust her bottom out and open to his touch.

With each movement of his hand he heard a soft grunting from her throat. He knew she was his for the taking and that she was offering herself to him. She was giving herself to him without care for dignity or esthetics, but flowing from the core of her being.

He noticed that she had gripped the railings with both of her hands. He knew she was his to use as he wished, but he would had to take the initiative and even that was exciting to him.

He felt his manhood throb and with his hand fully in contact with her cleft, he let her skirt drape his arm as he used his other hand to work the belt of his shorts, to unbutton the waist and unzip. He knew the weight of his keys and change would handle the shedding of his shorts and she turned her head to look at him when the cloth covered thud of those items hit the deck. The was standing their in his briefs which were tented with his erection since the white elastic cotton could not confine him now. He slid off his shoes and stepped out of his shorts and moved them aside with his foot. He felt her hot eyes watching him and he tugged his briefs down on one side an then the other but hung over the hard erection of his manhood. 

He held more closely between her legs and felt her open to him, having turned his hand from flat against her thighs between her lips until he held the mouth of her furnace in the palm of his hand. She began to move her hips against his hand as he shed his clothes and heard her mown as he pulled his briefs over the extended fullness of his erection.

He stood letting her watch his fullness, taking glory in the lust that his fullness was creating in her. As she moved forward and backward he allowed his finger to open her and felt her settle onto it to open her further.

Her breath was ragged as she was now rutting against his hand and he left the full length of his hardness play against her skin as he pulled her skirt up again to expose her nakedness. She almost flinched at the first touch of him against her cheek, as though the heat of his sex was tangible and had burned her. He knew he was leaking his own fluids as he felt the silken movement of the head of his hardness move against her. She surrendered again by moving backwards and leaning forwards. He had never seen a strip show, but her movement was the age old tantalizing gesture of thrusting her butt back to him in a begging movement. Her breathing was audible and it was exciting to him.

He took the control that she had given him and threw her skirt up over her shoulders so he could see her unrestricted. Her cheeks were parted and her legs were open. He knew she couldn't present herself anymore fully than she was without leaning over the railing.

He took himself in his hand and began to rub her, moving downward between her open cheeks. He paused over her tight opening and used himself to circle her and heard a guttural mixture of a groaning moan escape her. He knew if he wanted her there she would not refuse him and he intended to feel her over himself there again, but not now. He wanted to pleasure her as well as himself right now. He wanted to feel her quiver on him and relish in having mastered her with his hardness. He moved himself downwards until he could tell by the heat he felt in the head of his manhood that he was poised at her now gaping entrance.

"Is this what you want Brandi?" Travis could hardly make the words form and expel them.

"yeessssss" was the hissing sound which wrenched from her throat.

"Tell me what you want, Brandi" he relished now the power that he held in his loins. He would have her but he wanted her to ask him... To beg him.

"pleeeease" was the wailing reply.

His heart was touched. She could not form the words. Her face with tight from the sexual tension that was building in her and she looked to be in agony.

"OOOOhhhhhh" was her wail when he parted her lips with his mushroom shaped head and felt the first inch of his thickness stretch her and he knew from the clenching of her knuckles and the way she thrust herself back onto his shaft that she was in the throes of a climax.

He held himself still as she moved against him... And as he look down he could see himself impaled in her. He expected her to clench and quiver and hover on his hardness, but her hips continued to move against him continuing to bury himself in her depths. He watched fascinated as her hips moved against his hardness and then moved away. He saw the inner tightness of her passage being pulled into her with his shaft and the friction of it moving into her. He saw her hips move forward off of his erect flesh exposing the blue veins of his manhood and with it the inner flesh of her passage being pulled back as if the lips of her hungry sexual mouth were hesitant to let go of their contact with him.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh" it was his turn to express the guttural escape of his contracting throat as he felt the her inner muscles quiver and contract against him as he buried himself into. He had never made love to a woman whose climax continued in this way. He knew that she was continuing to clench against his fullness buried deep in her by looking at her tight entrance as see her clench herself to hold him... to hold him captive buried within her.

Travis held himself there buried to the hilt in her, continuing to be amazed that the clenching he felt could continue and then he realized that what he felt deep within her was not just the spasming of her orgasm, but a conscious action of her will. She was squeezing him, milking his shaft, willing his climax. He suddenly found himself in a test of will with this woman who he had thought devoid of conscious thought because of his entrance into her. He was intent to not let her dictate the process of this coupling and he willed himself back from the brink of his own ejaculation.

Travis thrust himself into Brandi's wet velvety softness and pushed gently to press her against the rail. He knew he could control himself only if he were in control of their movements. He had lost sight of the entrance of his shaft in her, there were only the two half globes of her bottom spread from top to bottom with his fullness in her. He reached up to begin to unbutton the buttons of her dress. He held her firmly buried on his shaft as one by one he "popped" the buttons and the fullness of her breasts pulled the dress open in the back.

The button ran to the lower center of her back and with all of them open, the top of her dress hung on her shoulders. Travis parted the back and with both hands reached around under her arms and cupped her breasts so that now as she was solidly impaled on him without escape, her again teased her nipples to erection. She slumped so that her breasts hung free under the fabric of her top that was held by the span of her shoulders. Brandi could not move her hips, but she moved her upper body to create a friction with his fingers toying with her hardened nipples. His intent was fulfilled as he felt her stiffen hovering over his fingers teasing her nipples and her legs sagged as he had brought her over another crest and he was infinitely pleased with himself. If this was a contest of wills, he was ahead 2-0 now.

His hands came back to her shoulders and gently caressed the tight muscles between her shoulders and neck. He could feel her climax flow through her and for a moment she had lost her ability to clench on his fullness in her. But is was only for a moment as the panting of her breath steadied. He could not see her face, but he knew there was determination there as she again, weakly at first began to rhythmically move upon him.

Brandi's hips moved against him in the intent to create the movement which would allow her to succeed in her quest to bring him over the top of his own climax. Travis in retaliation let his hands slide off of her shoulders bringing with it the top of her dress until it was handing only from her upper arms. He pulled it downward and Brandi yielded by letting her arms move inward to keep the dress from being torn. He gently pulled her arms up and she allowed him to pull her hands free of the sleeves and was again trapped against the railing, braced with her breasts hanging pendulously free to sway with their movements.

Travis continued his conscious intent and pulled her dress upward with the skirt and there was no doubt now to Brandi that he intended to have her naked before him. There was a quiver in her but she would not give in and break her concentration. As she milked his hard rod in her, he pulled the dress over her head and she stood gloriously naked with him buried to the hilt in her.

For a moment, Brandi stood awkwardly in her nakedness. She look around as though there might have been anyone to have seen her as she cupped her breasts with her own hands. The then remembered that Travis was still impaled in her and she lost the shock of her initial nakedness and then seemed for find an ally in her quest to bring Travis to the crest over which she had passed twice before.

Brandi then realized the advantages of her new found freedom. With the expanse of their position, she was no longer pressed hard against the railing of the deck and she leaned further over than she had been before since she could use one hand to balance herself bent to almost a 45 degree angle. Once again she was able to put her sexual wares on display before Travis and since her hips were not trapped, she could gain the sway of letting her upper body carry the movement of her hips so inspite of Travis' lack of thrusting his hardness into her, she was now pulling forward and plunging back on his thickness. She found that she could do this with a quick rhythm and Travis found his own hips betraying him in joining the act of entrance and withdrawal. It was in fact quite a turn on to see and know that Brandi was so in charge with her butt thrusting back on him and moving off his length... feeling that at each time he hit bottom he felt himself being clenched by the muscles surrounding her silken passage.

Travis intended to resort to his earlier ploy and reached around to stroke her nipples, but he found that the lower angle she had moved to would only let him touch her with his finger tips and her nipples could be easily pulled away from his hands by even the slightest movement of her swaying breasts. And with the front to back movement, her breasts swung in that same front to back arch and when they swung forward as she moved her loins back onto his hardness, her breasts were out of the reach his fingers.

To add insult to injury, Brandi became sensitive to the bumping of his balls into the most tender part of her cleft each time she moved. She didn't mind his rocks hitting her clit for every touch was pleasurable as she was hyper sensitive and she was swollen even has his manhood was.

What Brandi realized was the his balls lay within easy reach of her free hand... since it only really took one hand to balance her on the rail. She reached backward of cupped his balls, weighed and measured them in the palm of her hand and then began to explore them and the feelings of the roots both of his balls and his manhood which seemed to lay buried in his deeper loins. He moved her hands back and felt the swollen, pulsing stiffness of his erection buried in his flesh like a tap root and when she began to massage it, Travis felt a tightness in his balls that he knew would soon demand release. It was as though she had found the valve that controlled the flow of his sexual fluids and he knew her hands were on the gate ready to turn it on.

Desperate that she would then be able to gloat over his climax he focused the attention of both hands on different strategic targets. With his left hand he moved quickly to envelope and begin the torture of her swollen clit. He knew there was no other place on her body that had such direct control over her climax and although he knew he was lost, destined to achieve the release that Brandi was forcing on him, he intended to take her with him. His other hand found the passage to slip down between their pounding his and with his finger he began the exploration of her tight anal passage.




Stolen Days Ch. 04



It seemed that once those mechanics all came into play, it was a brief moment. Her clenching passage and the massaging of his balls and the root of his penis brought am almost electric shock and for all the world felt like a sailor in Melvil's "Moby Dick" and wanted to sing out, "Thar' she blows!"

As the first white, hot jet of his climax splattered against the neck of her womb, Travis inserted a finger in her tight anal passage to the knuckle and with the attention upon the bud of her sexuality, Travis felt the jerking, clenching spasm of an orgasm wrack her again. 

Both were huffing and puffing to regain their breath, red and sweaty... steamy. They almost crumbled into each other. The strain of sex on their feet left their legs feeling like Jell-O and at this point no one counted the competition of their coupling. They sat with their faces entwined and breathy heaving kisses were the order of the day. Like children who have exhausted themselves playing "king of the hill" they realize that at the end of the game they were both on the hill and thus shared the victory.

They sat for long minutes until the sweat stopped splattering the deck and until their chest stopped heaving to draw in air to quench their need. They sat their until their need to tenderly comfort one another... to console and kiss... were quenched too.



Stolen Days Ch. 05



A Few Stolen Days Ch. 05: The Night

Travis could have sat in the luxury of the fog of their great sex for an eternity, but as he wiped Brandi's brow he thought of the champagne and the refreshment that would sure give her.

He went in to get the bottle, even as Brandi, little more than an exhausted lump on the deck, could only watch after his action.  He filled the glasses afresh and returned to hold it to her lips, since her hands were still trembling from the intense sexual exertion.  As he tried to hold the glass up to drink, Travis spilled a little which dropped down on her breasts.

They both watched the golden droplets drip down over the crest of her breasts and break over the precipice near her nipple.  The drops hit her stomach with audible "splats" and ran down in quick succession across her lower belly and between her legs.  

Travis knew when the droplets had reach the crevice which was reddened, raw, and tender between her legs even though it was hidden from his view.  The stringent alcohol caused Brandi to suck in her breath as it set fire to those inflamed regions.

Brandi turned toward Travis and buried her head in the hollow of his shoulder and he heard her softly sobbing and then the torrent of white hot wet tears burst forth and flowed down his chest.  He held her close and soothed her with his hands on her back and shoulders, and his voice, not knowing exactly what well her tears had been drawn from.  She sobbed, and he rocked her like he had done for his daughter to make things "OK" for her when she had cried.  Quiet, gentle "shushing" sounds crooned from his mouth.

He never handled women's tears very well.  He was defenseless in their presence.  He finally pulled her naked form from his chest so he could look Brandi in the face and with a hand brushing her hair away from her eyes, he asked, "What wrong baby?"

At first Brandi could only shake her head, but she knew he needed more from her to make sense of what was happening.  Through sniffles and the last gentle sobs, she looked at Travis and said, "Nothing... Nothing is wrong... I'm so happy and so absolutely contented!" And the tears started to flow again.

It was full dark, Brandi was a mess, and Travis wondered again at the great chemistry of a woman.  "Then it's OK?  You're OK? Sweetheart?"

Brandi nodded "Yes". Her eyes were red and she had wetness from her eyes and nose, but she sat cuddled with Travis on the deck as she turned her head and laid it against his broad hairy chest.  He held her in a very sheltering way, still rocking her and stroking her hair in the way that every mammal does to comfort one distressed and he kissed her head on top and marveled at the complexity of a feminine psyche.  He thought to himself, "that much sexual tension has left her unwound a bit.  

It took a few minutes of comforting her thus to let the storm in her soul pass and she lay against him for the warm comfort of his presence.  It felt good to have her bare skin glued to him and as he adjusted to give her greater contact which seemed to please her, he also enjoyed the touch of her breasts against his chest.

In fact, he had pretty much become a shelter for all of her... with his arms draped around her and turning his long legs sheltered her hips as they sat on the deck in the dark.  Her legs were pressed against his soft manhood but he was not excited by their contact.  He rejoiced that in their nudity they were as close as physically possible.

Quiet moments passed as Travis whispered to her, first questions of concern for her, and then satisfied that she in deed was OK, his words teased her to coax a smile from her and bring back the sunshine that broke forth from her voice and face so readily.

Finally, she quietly whispered, "I have to pee, but I don't want to move!"

Travis' response sounded flippant, but it was perfectly logical to him.  "Don't move then!"

Her squabble began, but he   touched her lips... "Hear me out!"

In a very orderly argument be began noting that they were on an outside deck with separations in the two-by-four decking lumber to allow water to drain.  The deck was at least 20 feet above the hillside and well away from the cabin.  He observed that should he wish to pee, he would have had no compunction about peeing off the side of the deck and asked her if she agreed. 

"Well, yessss, but I can't pee off the side of the deck." Was her response.

Travis said, "Well, I don't see the difference in peeing through the slats as over against the edge of the deck!"

Brandi knew that his logic was sound, but she knew two important things...  (1) first that she had never tried to pee sitting down, only squatting and (2) second that the slots between the boards, though surely wide enough to allow a stream to pass through were beyond her comprehension for "targeting."

"You can aim yourself." Brandi responded, "I can only aim my butt in a general direction."

"Not true." Travis responded, and then explained that while a woman's fixture for making water didn't offer the same flexibility and range of motion that a man's penis provided, she did have control to a pretty significant degree.

She reached out and grabbed his flaccid tube and with mock dexterity she pointed it wherever she would.  She finished by dropping his fixture with a wave of her hand that in her mind had just settled all her arguments.

Travis decided that two could play this game of demonstration.  He reached over between her legs, which she opened in accommodation of his hands and turning his palm up he opened his index and ring finger into a "V for victory" sign and gently moved into her upper cleft until he judged to have her secured between his fingers.  With the slightest efforts he was about the turn it to the right or left, however by smaller degrees and even pull her back and upwards which he judged would produce and interesting arc in her flow rather than a vertical stream

He kept his fingers in place and urged her to "skouch" her hips slightly until she was sitting straddle of the separating strips.  Then Travis told her, "Now pee!"

"Like this?" she look incredulously "Now?"

"Yep"

He really didn't think she would even try, but he had forgotten that this woman is a competitor who would not back off from a contest of wills with him and though he knew his hands on her were a distraction, he could feel the constriction and she was trying to squeeze the first drops out. 

The first drops came in a dribble which allowed Travis to better target the full flow, but then in a moment as the threshold had been crossed a stream broke forth and Brandi squealed and giggled like a school girl as Travis with varying degrees of success was able to hit what he aimed for.  

Brandi was fascinated by their accomplishment... "I may have discovered a whole new way to pee... standing up!"  

Travis roared with laughter, "Well babe, you better give attention to how you're going to fish that thing out the zipper of your pants as you stand up to a urinal, but you might try your skills with your pants down seeing what you can do standing versus squatting in the bushes... just remember to aim... you don't want to pee into your pants between your legs!"

She hit him on his arm in mock disgust but there was a glint in her eye that said she was not through with this.  She looked at Travis with her eye slightly cocked and said, "Need to go pee too, cowboy?"

Travis, thought and realized he did and began to make the first movements to go to the rail when Brandi reached out and grasped his penis and with great care pointed the head toward the same crack in the deck.  He realized that to. In Western term, he had in fact been challenged to a "pissing contest."

He knew that he was definitely going to have a hard time peeing with her hand on his penis, but she would have none of letting go, after all he had held her, so it was by all rights fair for her turn to hold him.

They were still sitting almost Indian style facing each other with his legs sheltering hers.  He had not changed the position with her, because he knew that the normal force of her flow was all going to be downward and would have taken some pretty extreme manipulation to have arched her stream to put him in peril.

He also knew that even though she at the moment had the head of his penis pointed down at the crack in the deck, that the main force of his stream would come out horizontal and if anything got out of control she was likely to get wet.  But she was so sure of herself and her humor was restored, he laughed and just said, "You RIGHT sure you want to do this?"

Brandi was insistent and badgered Travis to make water for her.  He closed his eyes and concentrated.  He was never good at doing this in public stalls and now not only was she watching, her hand was on him and he knew that he was swelling.

When it took a moment, Brandi impatiently used a stroking movement to coax him and the response was dangerous.  His flaccid penis began to firm and although she held the head of his penis toward the crack it looked more like a fire hose filling to pressure.  When Travis could let himself go, the first dribbles were pretty much directed to where Brandi intended them to go, but suddenly the full pressure broke through and she lost control and Travis sprayed her open crotch with the warm liquid.  Brandi squealed and both of them started laughing... Travis so hard that he could neither get control of his own penis nor close off the flow.

Brandi was soaked and the yellow droplets fell off of her drooping inner lips.  She was not mad, but their was a boiling mixture of "I'll get even with you if it's the last thing I do." And a hysterical laughter.

They both struggled to their feet and Travis decided that the easiest move was to remove the cover of the hot tub on the deck and with a bucket wash away whatever mess they had made of their play.

He also looked at Brandi and said, "Get in the hot tub. It's chlorinated so it won't hurt to wash you off and you won't get it in the cabin.  

Travis helped her balance the steps up and into the tub and then said, "Wait a moment... let me get towels!"

He hurried into the cabin, having to find and turn on the lights to make his way into the bathroom.  He found two of the big fluffy towels and he knew they had made a good choice of accommodations.  He also picked up a wash cloth knowing that Brandi would appreciate the ability to clean her face with more than just the splashed water of the tub.

He left the lights on and it gave a warm glow to the deck.  He found Brandi stretched back in one corner awaiting him.  He could see her arms drawn across her down towards her legs and knew she was feeling a little shy sitting there naked in the tub waiting for him and probably more so by the light from inside.  Although it didn't shine on the tub which set at the far corner of the deck, it created a strange feeling of a world very exposed to unseen eyes.  Travis realized he would have felt strange standing there naked if he hadn't remember just how remote the view was before the sun went down.

He set the timer and got in... choosing not to recline on the lounge.  He wanted deeper water and looked at Brandi and reaching out his hands he said, "Come on over here!"

Travis realized that she was a strange mixture of true shyness and magnificent eroticism.  As she moved, he slide backwards and pulled her to lay back on top of him making sure she was covered with water both to keep her warm and to keep her from feeling quite so exposed.  She settled against him in almost a half turned position so that she was mostly laying on his hip, leg and side of his chest with the side of the tub sheltering her back.  It was a perfect position because it put her head on his shoulder and he pressed her head down into a resting position against his neck.  This morning she had been a cat... "no" he thought... not a cat, a tiger!  This afternoon she had been the most incredible seductress.  Earlier she was like a child at play. And now... he paused in his thoughts.  How did he describe her now?

He washed her face gently with the wash cloth and knew that she appreciated the gesture.  He drew the cloth over her shoulder and it seemed so natural to continue to just continue the bathing all the way to her hand and around each finger.  Travis was at a loss how to describe her now... this woman who seemed to draw pleasure from this simplest of touches.

"You like this don't you?" he said as he moved to see the smile on her face.

"Of course I do!  I love to be pampered!" she said with a renewed sense of sunshine in her voice again.

"What game are we playing now?" he asked, knowing that she would always be a mystery to him... for every door he opened in her he had discovered yet another one hidden deeper in.

"Making me happy!" came her saucy reply.

Travis roared with laughter.  He had neither the care nor concern if they were playing a game or not.  It pleased him to make her happy.

She lifted her arm after he finished his attention and he began to wash her under the water, under her arm and down her side in slow loving strokes of the cloth.  He was not trying to be erotic.  Touching her pleased him and from her smile found a receptive pleasure in her.  He washed as far down her leg as he could reach.  As he drew the cloth back up, he wondered if she would lift her leg as she had done with her arm to allow him to wash her most intimate part, but he decided that he was enjoying was he was doing too much to interject sex into it... or perhaps he was just enjoying this sexual contact to be distracted with the part of her sex he had so thoroughly enjoyed earlier.

She rolled over onto him, propping her chin on his shoulder and whispered in his ear... "Now my back, Kind Sir!"

He struggled with his reply and then decided not to answer her.  For the moment he was content to just touch her.  He could have been her eunuch had she been a woman of the harem.  He would have served her just as well right now.  There was no longing in his loins, just the savoring of her skin touching him continuously for head to toe.

His hands finished the washing, but loved the feel that the water gave as they moved without friction over the muscles of her back.  He let the cloth float away in the bubbling waters of the tub and rubbed her up and down the thick muscles parallel to her shine and down across the muscles of her buttocks.

Finally Travis whispered, "Do you understand how happy you have made me today?"

He fully expected her tart response with a teasing remark. What he got was a very soft but firm kiss against the throbbing vein of his neck.  

"Wow!" was the only words that seemed to be appropriate in response from him.

She turned and looked at him.  Her face inches from his.  "Yes, wow!" she echoed.

She kissed him... or perhaps he had kissed her.  It didn't seem to matter.  The kiss was different than so many they had shared.  So often their kisses were more of an act of consuming one another but these didn't even allow their tongues to break the contact of their lips.  They were almost virginal kisses with great politeness and deep flowing passion.  Not the kind that had driven them in their coupling, but the slow moving smoldering kind that would be felt for days.  

Travis realized that even though she was laying against him naked, kissing him,  what he felt was a deeper sexual feeling than he could remember.  It was not the kind that flowed into his loins and made him swell against her, though had he not so satisfied himself with her earlier he would have.  This sexuality flowed into his brain and he knew that their kisses would be something that even though not spoken of, both would carry with them to their graves.

It seemed to go on forever with the warmth of her lips against his, the bubbling warm water and the pause in time that it brought.

Travis was not sure when they had stopped kissing and just held their faces together breathing slow against one another, or when the water had stopped bubbling.  He was not sure when, or if, he had dozed off in those moments.  He only knew from the slow rhythmic movement of her chest against his that she had.  He lay with her for a few moments debating whether to awaken her or just relish the night with her naked against him in the water.  He finally decided that should he actually succumb to the temptations to join her slumber that he might accidentally drown them both in the hot tub.

"Wake up M'Lady!" he whispered.  She didn't rouse.  

He finally had to move to sit up with her kept balanced on his lap as he moved her to sit with him.

"Come on sleepy head!" he said more firmly.

She smiled and he knew she was awake.  Had he the leverage he would have swatted her bottom, but in the water it would have been an action for naught.  He moved and helped her out of the tub, making his way to balance her.  She was so sleepy.  He leaned her against him and dried her back and he knew she was enjoying the attention.  He dried her arms and under her arms.  He knelt and dried her legs and she opened her self as he dried her both between her legs and her cheeks.  He hurriedly dried himself and with her leaned against him, he led her to the bed.

He turned down the handmade quilt of the bedspread and the sheets and poured her into the bed. He covered her and turned off the lights and crawled into bed beside her.  As he slide himself over to her, she rolled to her side away from him, but wiggled her bottom against him.  He draped his arm over her and could feel the swell of her breast under his palm.

He wondered for a moment if he shouldn't say, "Good night" or something even more romantic and then realized that her breathing was again regular and deep and there was no use to say anything.  In her sleep, she cuddled back against him and he knew there was nothing more to be said.



Stolen Days Ch. 06



A Few Stolen Days Ch. 06: Sweet Dreams

The morning sunlight poured in through the great glass panes that overlooked the deck. Travis was aware that Brandi's hair was in his face and it may have been the tickling of hair that awoken him from what he would have described as a very vivid dream. He shifted slightly and realized that he was in intense need to relieve himself. He was erect, but he knew from experience that it was not an erection that although it was impressive, it was not terribly functional. He drew himself gradually away from Brandi's warm both and the joy of her naked skin and slipped quietly into the bathroom, careful to close the door and chose to sit and relieve himself rather than stand and create the sounds of his strong stream echoing through the cabin.

He stood at the door of the bathroom and debated. Part of him wanted to return to the warmth of the bed and take Brandi with the light breaking over them, washing them both in its warmth. Part of him just wanted to stand and watch her. To judge her naked form under the sheet and remember the texture and the smells of having her.

The part that won out was the chivalrous part that reached for a towel to wrap around his loins and walked over to turn on the coffee maker which was prepared to start its process. 

Part of him wanted to walk around the cabin naked and have Brandi look at him hungrily. Part of him kept reminding himself that he should ever be vigilant to be a gentleman in this process. He never wanted her to feel uncomfortable at his forwardness. It was so easy to let his mind run away with the sexual thoughts and appetites that she generated in him.

Knowing that it would be a while before the coffee would be ready and not wanting to wake her until he was ready to bring her fresh coffee in bed, he let himself out onto the deck. The morning was glorious. Cool enough to raise a bit of goose flesh on his arms but with the warm rays of the sun beginning to spill over the mountain crests it was fantastic. He debated on dropping the towel and standing naked before the sunrise, but he noticed a porch swing on the end opposite the hot tub which had been hidden in the shadows the evening before.

The truth was, he mused, it had been in plain sight before the sun went down, but his eyes were so fixed on her leaning over the rail yesterday that the sun could have probably turned blue at sunset and he wouldn't have noticed it.

He walked over to the swing and sat down. In the quietness of the early morning he could hear the slight squeaking of the chains as they moved within their anchors and the birds moving in the trees and he watched the play of sunlight breaking through the leaves of the tree and splashing onto the deck all around him.

He lost track of the time as he let his mind drift. He could remember with an uncanny vividness the touch and smell of Brandi and the sense that though he had slept soundly, he remembered her. He puzzled in his mind, had he awoke in the night and taken her or was it a very powerful dream? 

He heard the door open and his head snapped around. He had forgotten about the coffee brewing and his intent to surprise Brandi from her sleep. He saw her backing through the door, dressed in his shirt from the day before. A soft knit pale yellow Polo golf shirt that now seemed almost to be translucent. It hugged her backside so that he had no trouble discerning the separation of the globes of her bottom. It fell just below her upper thigh and reminded him of a very large mini-dress. 

She turned to let the door closed and two steaming cups of coffee caught his attention almost as he noticed that the soft knit shirt had molded itself to her breasts. It hid nothing, but the hint of the coverage was very appealing. She hadn't buttoned the neck of the shirt and it fell low enough to give ample view of her cleavage. She stirred him anew as she had done so many times.

"Coffee?" she smiled.

"I intended to wake you up with fresh coffee in bed!" Travis offered with an apology in his voice.

"I loved being awoken to the smell of fresh coffee, but I wondered where you had gotten off to." she countered.

"I got lost sitting here in the morning sun. Come sit with me." Travis took one of the steaming cups as Brandi sat at the other end of the swing.

Travis started to move and arrange himself, but stopped. He had been sitting with one leg on the deck and one pulled up to his butt on the bench of the swing. His towel covered himself to his own view, but he knew he was totally exposed to Brandi who sat at the other end.

He should have been more gentlemanly and proper, but they had become comfortable with their nakedness together. And, he thought, he wanted her to see him. Not just hard and full blooded, but soft and vulnerable. He wanted her to be comfortable with his nakedness and his manhood.

Brandi sat down and then turned and mimicked his posture on the other end of the swing with their toes now touching on the bench of the swing. His shirt covered her but with her leg swung around he knew that it wouldn't take much to open the same vista to his eyes that he was displaying to her. She sipped her coffee and over her cup he saw her eyes watching him. 

"She knows exactly what she is doing" he thought to himself.

And with the slightest movement of her leg perched up against her bottom on the bench of the swing, she pulled the soft knit fabric taught and he watched her grin as she drank. She was now fully exposed to him. Her soft lower belly and the cleft of her womanhood parted in just the narrowest chasm but the depths were lost from view.

Travis thought to himself quietly for a bit. He was terribly curious to know if what he thought had happened in fact did, or had it been a very vivid dream. He knew the risk of asking. If it had happened as it thought surely it had, then Brandi may feel badly that he didn't remember it as importantly as she did and then even worse if she felt that something she felt very real about had been remembered by him as an unsubstantiated dream. He decided that probably the best route to take was to not mention it, or at least not until she did and from her remark, draw his conclusion.

Brandi sipped her coffee quietly, he though to not interrupt her deep thoughts when in fact Brandi was mulling over in her own mind the exact same question. She had some vivid feelings but they had come and gone in the twilight of her sleep and try as she might could not settle for herself if they had joined during the night, or just the pleasurable glow of a very real dream. However, being a female she didn't see the potential of the lose-lose scenario which haunted Travis.

"Did we make love during the night? Or did I just have this beautiful dream that we had?" Brandi asked over the rim of her coffee cup.

"Well, to tell you the truth, I was just getting ready to ask you the same thing!" Travis lied.

"What makes you think it was a dream?" She said it as a statement of her intent to assign him the task. There was no invitation to debate who would go first in this inquisition. 

Travis thought a moment, "Well, I could never tell if I was awake or only dreaming I was awake. The sweetness of our coupling was dreamlike and perfect."

Then Travis intended to turn the tables on her. "Tell me what you felt/dreamed and then I'll tell you and we can compare notes!" 

It was Travis turn to turn the tables and although Brandi squirmed with the idea of going first, and might have pouted her way out of it, she decided to begin the exchange.

"I loved be awaken in the middle of the night from a peaceful sleep to find your face already between my legs. Just quietly taking me in my sleep, without permission. As though you had awakened hungry and went to the fridge to satisfy yourself." 

"I wondered then if this is reality or a wonderful dream. I find myself laying on my back from being rolled over by you, unbeknownst to me because of my deep sleep. I awakened to find you enjoying yourself, and me, with the slowest, softest, most romantic kisses to the part of my body you crave the most. I discovered I was already excited because you had been there for a short period of time. I find myself already ready for you even in my sleep."

I found that my legs had willingly opened for you and invited you in and that I was already wet. I felt your tongue probing, licking, searching out that wonderful spot. To have you gently concentrate on this area (Brandi demonstrated the target of her description by causally laying her hand between her leg and resting in on her shaved mount."

Travis knew he was being affected by the story and her demonstrative presentation. His eyes were fixed on the hand which rested palm down between her legs on her Venus mount and her fingers cascaded over her like a falls which might have been intended to hide her, actually only called attention to her and the view was made more erotic because through her loosely laid fingers there was no doubt all that she had to be seen, could be seen if you looked intently.

Brandi continued, "I was so ready for you. You then slid your body up to take my breast into your mouth, making love to my stomach all the way up with your kisses. I knew I don't have to do anything but enjoy, to just lay in the darkness and feel you sucking me in. From my breast you slid your hot body back down leaving a trail of kisses as you went, until you reach the wonderful treasure hidden for both you and I. A treasure hidden so you can again search with your tongue, from the outside in. And you begin to feel my body writhe and move ever so slightly as I take you all in. You sucked my clit and entered me with your tongue until you felt my body begin to tremble."

At this point Brandi's voice went soft with the growing passion. She was reliving the dream in great detail. Travis knew that it was her dream because his dream was so different. 

"Then you pulled away and slid your body back up to completely cover me. As my legs open with desire, you teased me with your hard fullness. You slightly enter me with just the head and I gasp because I wanted you so badly. You pulled away and just kissed me."

Then I whispered to you, with panting breaths, "I want you.... take me. I want you to take me NOW! I want to feel you inside me. I moaned 'PLEASE...make love to me... now" 

Your resistance was broken and you gave in to my wants and my needs. I looked down in the darkness to see just the shadow of you as you enter me. Our bodies become one sharing the slow motion, the methodical erotic movement. We locked hands as you held them out away from my body against the bed and I felt the entire pressure of you and knew that all that is keeping your body from crushing me is that you were balanced on your hard fullness penetrating me so deeply. Your knees supporting very little of your body. Your shaft so hard and big inside me as you reached the very depths of my inner being. We enjoy every slow movement, every kiss, my breasts pressed against you."

Brandi continued, "You whispered to me 'are you ready?' and I whispered 'Yyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeesssssss' in a heated whisper.

You feel me push you off of me to lay on your back. I mount you and slide my hot wetness slowly, slowly, slowly, down on top of you to feel you so deep inside me it feels as though you might reach my throat. I am in no hurry and continue the sleepy dream like rhythm as before. I hear you start to groan and moan and I am so ready. I can't remember anything else because we are consumed by the delicate yet wild waves of pleasure that seem to extend from your body to mine as we reach that wonderful moment together. Then I lay exhausted on your chest, panting for breath. We drifted off without saying a word. You are still inside me and that is where I want you."

By now Brandi's woman's opening had swelled like the magnificent flower that it is. She had already begun to move to take care of her own burning desires. Her fingers played the most delicate movement, not unlike the movements of a violinist moving her finger against the strings. She was obviously playing a very sweet refrain because she closed her eyes even as her hand continued the course of it's own discovery.

Travis could feel himself stiffen in response to her graphic description. He had drunk in the full detail of her as her voice led him through the intricate detail of her thoughts. Her eyes had become heavy with the glazed look of sexual need. Her face had tightened as their through had become horse. Her nipples protruded though the light fabric of his shirt molded softly to her breasts. But most of all, he had watched her hand and her fingers work their deft magic between her cleft, opening it and coaxing from it the glistening dew of her passions. He had felt his legs move farther apart in sympathy with hers and the towel which had at least hidden himself from his own view pulled loose and draped now down alongside his hips. He was hard and with a groan he slipped his hand down to join in the concert of her fingers in a long familiar was of pleasuring himself.

"What do you remember of last night?" Brandi's voice had now turned the table. 

Travis was already lost in the reveling of her remembrances and the longing for what she was doing now to herself.

"It's your turn!" she said with determination.

He didn't want to tell her of his night, he wanted only to drink from the moment with her.

"Tell me, or I will stop!" as she purposefully paused her attention to herself.

Travis knew that she was not just lost in the dream of her dream, but that she knew exactly what she was doing. She was "performing" for him with the express purpose of creating his own exquisite sexual tension. He was not sure that he wanted to "play" this game, but given her ultimatum that to not play would mean that she would cease the sweet torture that she was inflicting on him, he knew he must.

He knew that it was his turn to take the lead and it steeled himself to give as good as he had gotten and he determined that she would be the one to beg the halt to this sexual battle.

"I awoke sometime in the night with your back pressed against me." Travis began. Intentionally moving to plainly stroke himself. He was not interested in producing his own climax as the began the story, but pushing her over the edge of hers.

"You were warm and soft against me and you had snuggled your bottom against my manhood. I woke with a stiffness in my shaft and I guess I had already started grinding you in my sleep. I could feel that my hardness had separated your cheeks and that I was moving full length against you. If I could have seen I would have watched my mushroom head peek out between your crack and then knew that I moved back down through that groove until I could feel the heat of your wet womanhood bathing the root of my shaft."

Travis watched with satisfaction, knowing that without the distraction of her own words, Brandi was becoming lost in his. Her eyes were almost shut but not quite. He knew her eyes were transfixed on his huge erection and as he moved his hand on himself, he saw it mirrored in her fingers moving against herself.

"You were so close against me that one arm was under your head and the other draped across your waist. As I moved against you from behind I cuddled your head so that I could slip my hand around to cup your breasts. You moved against me and with me to accommodate my desires. I'm not sure if you were awake then or not, but you were so compliant to my attention.

My hand at your waist began to rub your lower tummy so that there was a constant motion in all three places: against your butt, massaging your breasts and massaging your lower tummy."

Brandi sighed a mixture of a grunting moan with a rush of air as Travis knew that he was touching her against with his words. He could almost see her shift her bottom on the swing seat and her free hand made its way up under the shirt to find her own nipples. It pulled the shirt up until she was naked from well above her waist in the front to her toes.

As if reading his mind she moved her foot on the deck moving it flat so as to now close the openness of her womanhood. She curled her foot around so that her toes were now moving lightly against Travis' balls.

"I don't know how fully awake you were" continued Travis "but as my hand moved against your lower belly you parted your thighs and moved your leg backward so that my hand could gain access to your front cleft. As I moved my hand downward you thrust yourself up on my fingers and you were already wet and open as I touched you.

I felt your breathing increase as every point of contact between us felt like and electrical current. Your nipples distended and hardened at my touch. Your neck moved back against my lips. Your bottom moved so that I could feel the clenching of your tightening bum as I drug my shaft full length against it, and what was between your legs seemed alive and hungry for my fingers."

Brandi again moaned and there was the slightest shiver running through her. Travis knew that she was close, but he was to. His hard shaft pulsed in under his own fingers and he felt so full and ready fill her.

"I didn't need to move against you with my erection. You moved your bottom in slow deliberator strokes against me. Some times I thought you meant to impale your tight back entrance on my hardness and then you would move so that the head of my manhood grazed the wet opening to your fiery depths.

As my fingers played with your clit and felt your lips swell like the opening petals of a flower, you reached down and grasp my shaft and moved yourself so that with each careful movement you used the head of my rod to plow open the furrow of your cleft. At each pass you guided me deeper until you had opened yourself so that the only place the be explored was through the narrow confines of your liquid center. You moved the head of my hardness in a swirling fashion forcing you open as you guided me into you."

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh" escaped Brandi's lips and her eyes clinched shut.

"You were so hungry for my shaft to be buried in you, but you sucked it in but the tiniest fractions. He could tell when the flared grove of the base of my mushroom head passed the ring of your inner passage. You felt like fire against me as you settled yourself down on me and as you bottomed out against me I could feel the grasping and releasing. You were milking me."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh" broke from Brandi's soul as she had passed the point of no return. Her hands froze in place and her stomach clenched with a spasm that almost folded her in half. There was a look of agony on her face and she wracked with another spasm. She seemed to just hold herself tightly for a moment, letting the aftershocks pass.

She let her head lean over and rest on her propped up knee and Travis wanted to reach out and draw her to himself, to comfort her and shelter her in this vulnerable moment. But he was too close to his own climax and had determined to prove his triumph of will. He waited.

Brandi finally looked up at him softly with a weak smile floating on her face. Had she not immediately seem the extreme state of his arousal, she might of have just sat there contented at looking him in the eyes as she let the fog of her climax pass and the light headedness that comes with a hard climax. She saw him with the blue veins bulging on his tight shaft and her eyes became an open invitation for him to join her in the oblivion of his own sexual release.

Travis began to move slowly. Brandi was not sure what he had in mind, but she opened her legs to him to offer the invitation of her womanhood for his possession. She discovered she was hungry for his release and her legs begged for his entrance.

Travis stood and moved facing her. Brandi turned on the swing still keeping her legs as open as sitting with both feet on the deck now would allow. She couldn't figure out how he could enter her without kneeling between her opened thighs.




Stolen Days Ch. 06



Travis leaned over and her arms rose in invitation for an embrace. As he kisses her soft pliant lips, she felt his arms continue to move over her shoulders and down her back and as quickly as the kiss was begun and far too quickly his lips were pulled away as he pulled the shirt up and over her head and out over her outstretched arms as he stepped back and tossed the shirt to the end of the swing.

"What are you doing?" Brandi asked with genuine confusion in her voice.

"I'm preparing you!" he replied.

A little panicky she said, "For what?"

Travis stepped forward. Moving in unison, one hand against found its comforting place around the shaft of his painful erection which had stood at full staff as he moved pulled down by the length and weight of his size. The other hand reached down and found the nipple of her breast, still peeked from her own attention so recently and now being revived by the new interjection of this sexual attention.

"I'm going to cum all over your tits!" Travis knew that in the moment the vulgar term would have the impact he desired. 

Brandi couldn't speak but a shudder of excitement passed visibly through her. The newly found softness of her face with her own climax formed into a wide eyed trance as though she already seeing what was about to happen. Her hands moved up to lift her breasts to him. Her hands became a shelf which bore the weight of her breasts and lifted them so that the hot fluids of his climax would not have to fall so far.

She swallowed hard and her eyes were fixed to the shaft which was level with her face and in response Travis stepped forward. He was so close. The key to unlocking his own climax came as Brandi closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide and then waited for the splatter of his hot cum.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Travis convulsed as the first fiery blast of his white fluids jetted from the head of his shaft. There was no aiming and now delay. His hand pumped his shaft with great energy releasing the bent up pressure in his loins. His excitement was spurred by watching the white ropes of his cum jet out in streams and splatter in her hair, on her face, in her mouth and falling downward on her breasts. He could not remember that he had ever willed himself to with that continue flow of fluid, but in that moment he wanted to hose her with himself. Had he been a dog, he would have known that his urge was to mark her as his own and define her as within his boundaries.

Now it was his turn to feel the lightheadedness wash over him and the fog that follows. He dropped his hands to his side and closed his eyes and he fought the feeling of overwhelming exhaustion. He would have moved to sit down but for the strange sensation which caught his focus and drew him back from the black fog of his mind. He looked quickly down and saw Brandi's head at his stomach and realized the sensation was her gentle attention and sucking of his softened manhood.

It was a totally different sensation that when she had given him oral attention when he was full blooded and hard. Her tongue was twirling him in her mouth and she was sucking him with a definite vacuum. He had nothing left for her, but he was glad to allow her to discover that for herself.

The sensation was exquisite and pleasurable beyond description. Her lingering attention was for him the highest expression of her tenderness. There was nothing to be gained even though the vacuum she was applying had brought him back to a soft fullness. He knew that he had now filled her mouth and his softness was being constricted by her throat.

At last, she moved off of him and his shaft fell and swung from the weight. It was a most unusual sensation. He could never recall that he had felt so full immediately following a climax and yet the softness of his organ allowed it to simply flop against his leg.

Brandi stood with a coy smile on her lips. Travis thought now that she was very satisfied that even though he had pushed her over the edge of her climax first, she had initiated him into a new experience with his soft shaft. She moved and it was obvious that a kiss was on her agenda and Travis welcomed it.

His eyes closed and his head turned and his mouth opened as her lips touched his and melted. Their kisses seldom stopped with there lips, but this kiss didn't even seem to begin with their lips. It was not just that their tongues joined the battle immediately, but it was a strange, almost open mouthed kiss that....

Travis snapped his head back and his eyes opened. Brandi was looking at him with a wicked smile and traces of a white froth at the corners of her mouth... and she was nodding at him.

"Swallow" Brandi said with a soft seductive tone.

Travis could hardly breath, let alone think of swallowing. He had tasted the nutty taste of his own climax as he had kissed a woman who had taken him orally, but with his tongue he now discovered that Brandi has transferred what left like a large quantity of his own semen into his mouth with her kiss. He couldn't speak for fear of having to swallow or let it run out of his mouth.

"Swallow" Brandi was now more insistent and her hand brushed up against his throat as though the reflex would make it happen more easily.

Travis began to sweat, feeling it break out on his forehead. Somehow he could not quite find it in him to swallow his own ejaculation. He never thought of it as dirty or unclean, but the texture and the thickness reminded him of heavy mucous and he was afraid that he was to be the one to wretch at the act.

Two things happened which precipitated the change. Brandi's hand reached out to grasp what now had become Travis' engorged penis. It was not a soft caress, but she grabbed it firmly and held it toward the base squeezing. The shock of her grabbing him so hard forced Travis to swallow in order to respond.

"Wooooe!" finally Travis responded.

"No Woe" Brandi replied with a wicked grin in her eye. "I think we need 'giddy up'?"

She squeezed him again firmly and she knew he was feeling uncomfortable with the pressure.

"This is 'pay back' for being so mean to me!" she grinned.

Travis' head swam and he could only mumble about he couldn't get it up again so quickly after his had just cum and he couldn't cum again so quickly and it quickly became a babbling pleading for mercy.

Brandi looked down at his hard erection in her hand and shook it to get his attention.

"This looks hard enough for my needs!" she said, "and besides... I won't have to worry about you cuming too quickly will I?"

She pulled him by his hardness... never quite letting of the firmness with which she grasped it's base. Travis realized that to a degree it was humiliating to be treated thus, but he had learned that it was fun to play Brandi's games and that his turn would come again and she would acquiesce to him just as he was to her. She led him into the cabin and toward the bed, turning without releasing him.

"That was just a dream that I told you wasn't it?" she asked with surprising softness in her voice.

"I think as much as mine must have been." Travis replied, "Although it felt real enough."

"Not enough for me." She kissed him lightly and said, "Now make my dream a reality."

Travis kissed her. She released his erection and he pushed her lightly backwards towards the bed and he kneeled as she landed with her legs spread for him.

They got to breakfast later with laughter and teasing, but for now he feasted on her with the hunger that she had dreamed of. And later he rode her until she was satisfied and lay with her still stuffed with him until they hungered for something other than one another.

Showered and changed, they set off for some sightseeing and for a shopping list which Travis had formed in his mind. She had her time of power this morning and he would delight himself in finding it with her later when he would seek his satisfaction.