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The Getaway

By: hot thunder



It had been a rough couple of months. Work was not going well and I had broken up with my lover. We had been dating for awhile and out of the blue we broke up. I needed to get away for awhile so I had decided to go to the cabin that we had shared many passionate moments in. 

I left work early on Friday and slowly made my way to the mountains, thinking of the times we had made this trip together and wondering what went wrong in our relationship. I wanted you back but I wouldn’t let you know that, my pride always got in the way of us.

I arrived at the cabin just before dinner. Putting my bag in the bedroom and began to prepare dinner for myself. I must have been lost in thought because I hadn’t heard the car pull into the driveway. The door opened and he was standing in the doorway. I was startled when I heard him say “Hi Angela.” I turned and seen Brent, those blue eyes of his smiling as they always did when he looked at me. “I didn’t know you were going to be here this weekend or I would have not come. I wanted to get away for awhile and do some thinking. I will leave you alone.” He started to pick up his bag and head back out the door when I heard myself say, “No, please don’t go.” Brent turned back and put his bag back down and took off his jacket, hanging it on the hook by the door. “I will put my things in the spare room and come back and help you with dinner.”

I could feel the butterflies swarming in my belly, a mix of nerves and excitement. It had been awhile since I had seen him and he looked more handsome then I could remember. Brent came back into the kitchen and we both prepared dinner in silence. Sitting down at the dining room table, we began to eat our meal. I asked how he had been and we made small talk, both of us feeling the nervous tension in the air. We finished our meal and I went back into the kitchen to clean up. Brent came up behind me and said that he would do the dishes. “I remember how you like to soak in the bath after a good meal and you did prepare a wonderful dinner. I will do these, you go and have your bath.”  I didn’t argue with him because I knew I really did want to soak in the tub to try to relax.

I must have been in there longer then I thought because when I emerged there was a fire roaring in the fireplace and music was playing on the stereo. I smiled at the scene, remembering past evenings like this. I looked around and couldn’t see Brent so I had assumed he had gone out for his usual evening walk. I snuggled up on the sofa with a book, feeling very comfortable and relaxed. I must have been more tired then I thought i was because I drifted off to sleep. I woke a while later feeling a touch on my cheek. Brent had come back from his walk and had a shower.  I looked up at him and seen those blue eyes that always made me melt inside. I could see the love he still had for me.

Brent bent down to kiss me, his lips feather light on mine, almost not even touching. His hand continued to stroke my cheek. I could feel the wetness between my legs, wetness that he always seemed to cause. My hand reached for his cheek as a tear slipped from my eye. He kissed it away. “Don’t cry Baby. I have missed you so much. Been wanting to call you but my pride was like yours. I didn’t want to get hurt again.” I pulled Brent to me, kissing him more intently, my hands roaming over his back. He lifted me up into his arms and carried me to the fire, placing me on the pillows that always seemed to be there. Brent slowly undressed himself and then me. Sprawling out beside me his hands and mouth began the tease and caress me. Moving from my mouth down my neck, caressing my breasts with his fingers and then his mouth. Groans escaping from our throats telling the other that we were both enjoying. I pulled his face back up to mine, looking into his eyes I whispered, “ Make love to me Honey. I want to feel you inside of me.”

Brent’s hands moved down my tummy to my wetness, moving my legs open more as he moved between them. Leaning down to kiss me I could feel the tip of his hard cock touching my wet pussy. He kissed down my chest, moving across from one breast to the other. Taking his cock in his hand he began to tease me with it, running the head up and down my wet slit. Finding the opening he was seeking, he slowly slides his hard cock into me. I had forgotten how large he was. Moving in and then back out again then back in going deeper and deeper. My hands began to roam over his body as he moved in and out of me with long slow strokes. We always made love looking into one another’s eyes. I looked up at him and smiled as we found our rhythm. Moving with him, meeting every stroke. 

Brent began to move in harder and faster. I wrapped my legs around his waist and moved him in and out with my feet, harder. I could feel him deep inside of me grow harder, if that was possible. I was nearing an orgasm, one that was building to be long and hard, and one that I hadn’t experienced since the last time we had been together. I clenched my pussy muscles around his cock and came hard. This caused Brent to cum as well, his hot seed shooting up into me. Moving in and out with slow, long strokes, clenching him, milking his cock. 

He collapsed on top of me, breathless, exhausted, his arms wrapped around me, his lips on mine. We both knew that all was going to be ok, that we were back where we belonged, in each other’s arms. Whispering “ I love you” as we both drifted off to sleep, waking up a few hours later and going to bed, only to make love all weekend long……..

The Getaway



You've had a very stressful week. Car problems, work problems...everything that could possibly have gone wrong seems to have gone wrong this week. 

Today is Friday, finally. I phoned you this morning while you were in the shower and left a message on your answer machine. The message simply said, "Check your e-mail." As soon as I hang up, I quickly re-read the e-mail I had written:

"Pack a bag and be ready to leave at 7 p.m. SHARP! No arguments allowed."

I hit the Send button and shut off my laptop. I finish packing my own bag and put my laptop in its case. I lock the door and head to work. I am so excited about my plans for you and I know without a doubt that you're excited as well as puzzled about what I've got planned. 

I leave work promptly at 5:00 and stop off at the grocery store to pick up some necessities for the weekend. At 6:45, I pull into your driveway. I get out of my car and hurry to your door. I ring the doorbell and you open it, wearing only a pair of blue jeans. 

"Hi," I say, smiling. "You ready to go?"

"Hi yourself," you say. "Almost ready. Come on in while I put my shirt on." I enter your front hall and you pull me into your arms. You grab my ass and pull me close, tenderly kissing my lips. I put my arms around your neck and kiss you deeply, moving my hips provocatively against you. You tug on my lower lip as you pull away. I lightly squeeze your ass as you turn away. 

"Hurry up," I say. "We gotta go." You put your shirt on and grab your bag. You lock the door and we head to my car. Once on the road, you ask where we're going.

"It's a surprise," I tell you. "So, how was work?" 

"It was the week from hell," you say. "Everything seemed to go wrong this week. How's your week gone?"

"Pretty good," I say. We drive for a while in silence, just enjoying each other's company. After about an hour, we arrive at our destination. "Here we are." I turn the engine off and we get out of the car. As we get our bags out of the car, you take in our settings. 

"It's amazing!" you exclaim, taking in the rustic log cabin and the crystal clear lake about 100 feet away from the cabin. "How did you find this place?"

I smile, slightly embarrassed. "We used to come up here every summer when I was a kid," I answer. "My parents own it." I close the trunk of the car after slinging my bag over my shoulder and grabbing the grocery bags. We climb up the stairs to the door. I try to balance the groceries while trying to get the keys out of my pocket. 

"Want some help?" you say smiling. 

"Yes, please," I say chuckling. "You want to take these bags while I grab the keys?"

"Nope," you say, reaching around me. You place your hand on my upper right thigh and begin to pat me, pretending to look for the keys. You brush your hand against the top of my pussy as you pat your way to the other pocket. You move your hand around, pretending you can't find them. You slip your hand into my pocket and continue looking for the keys as I begin to squirm as my panties start to dampen.

"Have you found them yet?" I say, embarrassed at how shaky my voice is. 

"Aha!" you say, finally locating the keys. You pull them out of my pocket. "Here they are." You kiss me quick and hard on the lips before unlocking the door. We enter the cottage and set about unpacking. We put the groceries away and then I take you on a tour of the cottage. 

There is a fireplace in the living room. It has a large picture window looking out at the lake. Next we tour the bedrooms. There are three of them, two of which share a bathroom. The master bedroom has a king-sized four-poster bed. There's a fireplace and one wall is all window, giving the occupants an amazing view of the surrounding woods and the lake. The bathroom has a claw-foot soaker bathtub, more than big enough for two.

"Hungry?" I ask. You reach out and lightly grab me by the waistband of my jeans. You pull me close to you as you slip your arms around my waist. 

"Yes," you say, just before lowering your mouth to mine. You trace my lips with your tongue before slipping it into my mouth. Our kiss deepens as I put my arms around you. You cup my ass and pull me against you. I can feel your arousal against my lower belly. I break the kiss. "But I'm not sure I'm ready for dinner." 

"Mmmm," I say. "We need to eat dinner because I've got an evening planned for you." I duck out of your arms and head to the kitchen. You grill hamburgers while I make a salad. We eat out on the deck. After dinner, we clean up and I tell you that I have a surprise for you in the bedroom. We head into the bedroom. I tell you to sit on the glider chair and make yourself comfortable.

"What are you up to?" you ask, smiling. 

"Trust me," I say as you sit in the chair. I walk over to the CD player and press play. Pretty soon the sounds of Tina Turner's Private Dancer fill the air. As the music plays, I begin to dance. Slowly at first until I let the music take over. As I dance, I grab the hem of my t-shirt and pull it up over my body. Then I undo my jeans, slowly lowering them over my hips and down my long legs. I kick them away and continue to dance, clad only in a light blue bra and matching thong panties. I turn around and bend forward, giving you a good view of my firm round ass. I reach around and undo my bra, allowing it to fall off as I turn around to face you again. My panties soon follow. 

Your chair is at the end of the bed. I get onto the bed and lean back against the numerous pillows. I run my hands over my body before cupping my breasts. I knead them before circling and pinching the nipples. You watch as my hands caress my tummy and down my legs. I lie back against the pillows and bend my knees. I spread my legs, allowing you a totally unobstructed view of my damp curls. As you watch, my hands slip between my legs and I begin to stroke myself. I part my slick folds and circle my clit with my fingernail before moving lower. 

I watch you watching me. Both of us are beginning to breathe a little harder. I slide two fingers inside my wet hole and begin fingering myself. You can't take your eyes off my pussy as I fuck myself, knowing I'm doing this for you because it's your fantasy. As I'm pleasuring myself, you stand and quickly strip. Watching you expose your hard, deliciously male body excites me and I begin to finger myself more vigorously, adding a third finger. I rub my clit with my other hand. The pressure builds inside as I get closer to cumming. I don't want to cum yet so I slow down my thrusting. I start to thrust harder and faster as I watch you start to stroke your hard cock. I cry out your name as my release washes over me. I am exhausted and slide my fingers from my wet pussy. Knowing that it will push you over the edge, I bring my cum-soaked fingers to my mouth and lick them clean. I close my eyes and try to catch my breath. I feel the bed move as you join me. You kiss me softly.

"Wow," you say. "Thank you so much." 

"You're welcome," I say, kissing you back. 

You slide down and kneel between my legs. Your tongue lightly touches my folds and I jump at the initial contact. You lick and suck my folds, cleaning my juices from me. You continue to lick me, sliding your tongue deep inside me. You slide it in and out. In....out. You slide your hands under my ass and I put my legs on your shoulders as you push your tongue even deeper. I moan as you gently fuck me with your tongue. You slip your tongue out of my channel and bring it to my clit. You circle it and flick it before drawing it into your mouth and sucking on it. 

All I'm aware of is the magic your tongue is working on my pussy and how wonderful it feels. My hands grab hold of the blanket beneath me and I clench it in my fists. I push my hips into your face as I get closer to cumming. I scream out your name as I cum hard, flooding your face. You lower my ass back to the bed and climb up beside me. I kiss my juices off your face before your lips claim mine in a passionate kiss. You wrap your arms around me. I reach for your still-hard cock and begin to stroke it. I start to move out of your arms to take you into my mouth.

"No," you tell me gently. 

"But you've got to be uncomfortable," I say. 

"How are you feeling?" you ask.

"I'm fine," I answer. 

"Roll over onto your side with your back to me," you say. I look at you, puzzled. "Trust me, sweetheart." I roll over onto my side and you slip your arms around my waist. Suddenly, I feel you enter me from behind.

I moan at the feeling of completeness. "What are you doing?" I ask as I wiggle back against you.

"Just relax, babe," you say as you rock against me gently. "I just want to savour being here with you. Inside you." We lay like that for a few minutes and then we slowly begin to rock against each other. You take my hand and slide our hands between my legs. Together we stroke my clit. Despite having cum a couple of times already, it's not long before I explode again. You climax shortly after, filling me with your hot sticky fluid. We fall asleep with you still inside me. 



The Getaway



"Okay, baby. Mommy and daddy are going now. You be a good boy for grandma, okay?" Breah kissed her son goodbye, smiling when he kissed back. Alex, her husband, kissed him too and ruffled his light brown hair, which made Alex Jr., they called him AJ, giggle. He absently waved goodbye and started asking grandma about watching a video of his favorite cartoon character. Breah and Alex laughed and walked out, getting in the car.

"Breah," Alex said. "Are you sure AJ will be okay here for the weekend?"

"Alex, she's my mother. She raised me pretty well, didn't she?" Alex laughed and nodded. "He'll be fine. I've been planning this get away for a month. We are not backing out now."

"Okay, okay. You've made your point. So, where are we going?"

Breah smiled and pulled out a piece of paper with directions on it. "Just go where I tell you to and you'll see when we get there." Alex laughed again and pulled out of the driveway and heading out onto the road. She guided him to their destination, a secluded upscale hotel forty-five minutes out of town called The Blue Orchid.

"Breah, we can't afford this place. Let's go back and..."

"Alex. We have enough money. I've been saving for this. Please, let's go in. We've needed a weekend alone for a long time. Please."

He sighed and parked the car, both of them getting out, Alex getting their suitcase out of the trunk. Breah put her arm around his waist and they walked in together and stepped up to the hotel desk.

"Good afternoon, folks," the gentleman behind the counter said. "How may I help you?"

Breah started talking before Alex could say anything. "We have a reservation."

The man, who's name was Steven, smiled. "Wonderful. What name is it under?"

"Jade," she said, snuggling close to Alex as she stood next to him.

"Very good," Steven replied. "One moment."

After a few minutes, Steven had their room keys ready and rang for a bellhop. When Alex started to say they didn't need one, Steven interrupted. "Nonsense, sir. It's a courtesy that we provide for all of our guests."

The bellhop appeared and took their bag, leading them to their room, which turned out to be a hotel suite. Breah gave the young man a tip and he thanked her profusely, pulling the door shut behind him as he left, leaving Breah and Alex to survey the room, which was just this side of massive.

The first room was their kitchenette, with a two-burner stove and a small refrigerator. Opening the cabinets, they found dishes and glasses of all assortments, along with silverware in the drawers. Under the small sink, they found pots and pans, just in case they wanted to do any cooking. There was also a dining table with four matching cherry wood chairs. Alex smiled and went to open the door into the rest of the suite. Next, was the bedroom.

They had two king sized beds, thick carpeting and two reclining leather chairs, both light brown in color. There was a big screen television ("better for hotel porn," Alex joked) that had two hundred channels. Breah walked through the room and into the bathroom, letting out a gasp. It was just as over the top as the bedroom.

To the left, they had a claw-footed porcelain bathtub and matching sink. Big, comfortable white towel that were almost as thick as the carpet in the other room hung from an antique brass towel bar. To the right, stretching from one wall to the other, a distance of about nine feet was a glass-enclosed shower that had shower nozzles on each end. Upon closer inspection, there were actually two showerheads at each end. The first was the standard massaging showerhead, which Breah thought sounded wonderful, but the second head, on an extendable arm, were the more interesting. They were the waterfall showerheads that spread the water out over a greater surface. More towels hung up by the shower.

"Breah," Alex said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "This...is wonderful." Breah nodded and leaned her head back against his chest and sighed.

"Alex, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Alex grinned and nodded. "I think so. What are you thinking?"

Breah smiled and turned in his arms. "I was thinking just how great it would be for both of us to strip down..."

"Yeah," Alex said.

"Both of us climb onto one of those great big beds..."

"Uh huh."

"And take a nap."

"Oh yeah. Let's go." They laughed at each other and themselves and did just that.

They lay down on the bed on their left sides, Alex's arm under her pillow to support her head and his right arm around her waist, holding her close. Breah wrapped her arm around his and snuggled back against him, sighing softly, and smiling, both of them dropping off to sleep quickly.

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Breah was woken up later, maybe an hour later, by noticing that Alex was gone. She opened her eyes and it took her a moment to realize that the bathroom door was closed and the shower was running. She stretched and slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom, gently turning the handle and pushing on the door, thankful that the hinges were silent. She saw Alex standing in the shower with hi head against the wall, the water beating down on his head. She slid the shower door open just enough to squeeze through, which took a little more than usual due to her large breasts.

Alex didn't notice that she had come in, which was what she had wanted. She slipped an arm around his waist, making his head pull away from the wall in surprise. Before he could say anything, her other hand made it's way around his waist and found his penis and stroked it lightly while kissing his back. He moaned softly into the water and Breah felt him start to harden in her hand, moving slightly faster over him until he was completely hard.

"Breah," he said between groan. "Found something."

"Mmhmm," she said, licking up his back. "What's that?"

Alex pushed back against her and grabbed something on the wall and pulling it down. It turned out to be a seat used for the disabled that folded up into the wall while not in use. She smiled and turned him around, pushing him back onto the seat. Alex looked up at her, though he didn't have to look up that far, since she was only five feet tall. She moved toward him and put her hand on his chest, straddling his thighs and sitting on his lap, trapping his cock between them.

Breah put her hand on his neck and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him passionately but not deeply. At least, not yet. She worked her head from side to side, keeping her lips tight, fighting against Alex's tongue as it tried to worm its way into her mouth. Finally, she relented and opened her mouth, moaning as his tongue and hers found each other and writhed over each other, Breah moved her hands to his face, sighing into his mouth as Alex wrapped both arms around her and squeezed, Breah rocking slightly against his erection, making him groan.

She pulled away from his kiss reluctantly and put both hands on his chest, pressing him back against the wall. Kissing her way down his chest, stopping to lick at his nipples and nibble on his stomach, Breah slipped off of Alex's thighs and made her way to her knees between his legs. The way she moved has placed his cock between her breasts, so she squeezed them together and moved up and down on his shaft a couple of times before releasing and taking the head of his cock in her mouth and sucking on it lightly as her hand found his balls and rubbed them, feeling them tighten slightly in her palm.

Alex moved his hand to her shoulder and squeezing as she started bobbing up and down slowly, making him groan as she worked her tongue over the underside of his shaft. She dragged the flat of her tongue up his cock as she rose and slid it side to side a she lowered her mouth, making soft moans of her own as she took him deep into her mouth. She sucked hungrily on him, filling her mouth with his dick over and over. Just as she felt him start to swell, she pulled her mouth off and stood up.

"Alex, baby," she said quietly, one hand playing with her own nipple, the other rubbing her bare pussy lips. "Do you want me? Do you want me to take your cock," she asked, leaning closer to him to whisper in his ear. "In my tight, wet pussy? I want to feel you fuck me deep and hard. I want to feel your cum inside me. Do you want that, baby?"

Alex nodded and said, "My God, yes." He pulled her close to him again, Breah grabbing his shaft and positioning it at the entrance to her wet hole, moving her hips in slow circles as she lowered herself onto him. Alex kissed her hard again as she reached the bottom of his cock, squeezing him with her muscles as she started to move her hips forward and back, barely pulling off of him as she rode him.

"Oh Alex," she moaned. "You feel so good in me. I love your cock." Breah started moving up and down, digging her fingernails into his shoulders, making him wince, but not stopping. His went from her breasts down her sides, over her narrow waist, and down until grabbed her hips and pulled her down harder with each thrust. He bit and licked her way along her upper chest as she bounced on him.

Breah felt Alex started to thrust into her harder now, his grunts becoming louder and louder. She took his face in her hands again and kissed him deeply, feeling him moan into her mouth, making Breah quiver, her muscles tightening around his shaft as she moved, pulling him up with her.

"Breah...oh God..." Alex pulled her down hard and she felt his cock twitch and his hot cum burst into her again and again, filling her up, a couple more bounces setting her off as well. Her juices mixed with his as they both groaned in their pleasure, Breah settling against his lap, his cock still twitching inside her. They kissed again and she held his face, kissing him deeply, their tongues flicking against each other.

Finally, they broke the kiss and washed each other, Breah paying special attention to Alex's cock and Alex making sure to clean Breah's breasts and ass extremely well. They stepped out and dried each other off, both smiling and laughing for no reason other than being unstressed for the first time in a long time. They walked out into the bedroom and Breah grinned, pushing Alex back onto the bed and climbing up onto his stomach.

"I have a few surprises for you, Alex."

"Oh," he said with a grin of his own. "Like what?"

She leaned down and kissed him hard. "That would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it? Close your eyes." He tilted his head and looked at her. "Trust me, baby. Close your eyes."

Alex shrugged and closed his eyes, feeling Breah climb off of him and open one of the bags. He kept his eyes closed when she climbed back onto the bed and told him to lift his head up. When he did, she slipped a strap around his head, pulling something over his eyes. Alex opened his eyes and realized he was blindfolded. He started to reach up but Breah stopped him.

"You trust me, don't you, Alex?"

"Of course I do, Breah, but..."

"Then just lay there and relax. You'll enjoy this." She kissed him again and ran her hands over his chest, flicking her thumbs over his nipples. One hand left his chest and he heard her pick something up off of the bed. A light tickling sensation touched his nipple, making him groan involuntarily, arching his back to push his chest into the feather. Breah smiled and traced the outline of his chest muscles with the feather, taking time to circle them around both of his nipples. As she teased one, she sucked on the other, Alex's hand going to her head, pulling her closer to his chest.

Breah moved the feather down his stomach, using it to make small patterns around his ab muscles, brushing it lightly against Alex's rising cock, making his gasp. She outlined his shaft gently with the feather, tickling his balls with it, watching as his sac rose slightly toward his body. She reached over and grabbed the bottle of lubricant that lay on the bed. Opening it one handed, she squeezed some lube onto her hand using her teeth. Replacing the feather with her slippery hand, she grasped his solid shaft and stroked it ever so slowly, rubbing her thumb over the head of his cock, and back down, trailing her fingertips over his balls. Alex spread his legs slightly, so she moved between them, moving her dry hand to his stomach and dragging her fingernails along the skin, still masturbating him, twisting her hand around the crown of his dick, moaning softly as she felt the hard flesh slide through her hand.

"Tell me what you want," she said softly, barely louder than his moans. "Tell me what you need, baby."

Alex groaned and bucked against her hand. When he couldn't stand anymore, he ripped the blindfold off. "I need you, Breah. I need to fuck you again. I need your pussy."

Breah moved up and kissed her hard and then turned away from him, on her hands and knees, shaking her firm ass in his face. Alex reached up and run a finger over her pussy lips, rubbing her clit in small circles. Breah moaned and arched her back, pushing herself back against his finger. He slipped it into her and made her groan as he brushed her hot spot. After a few minutes of fingering, Alex knelt behind her and grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto his cock hard and deep, starting to move quickly behind her, Breah urging him on.

Alex moved one hand to her ass, caressing it, rubbing it, and finally pushing his finger against her anus, making Breah gasp as it slid past her sphincter up to the first knuckle. Alex and Breah moaned at the same time as she bucked back against both his finger and his cock. He started alternating strokes, his cock slid in as he pulled his finger out and vice versa. He sped up his thrusting, grunting now with each stroke. Breah gasped as his balls slapped against her clit as he dug in the fingers of his free hand into her hip.

Breah cried out as everything pushed her over the edge and she orgasmed, her muscles spasming around Alex's cock. Alex called out her name as he buried himself completely inside her and exploded, sending a second load deep into her pussy. Breah slid off of Alex's dick and slumped onto the bed. Alex fell over, bracing himself above her with his arms, gently lowering himself to lie next to her, his right arm draping across her waist, snuggling against her.

"Breah?"

"Yeah," she answered, her voice sounding sleepy.

"Happy us weekend."

Breah smiled and cuddled closer to him.

"But I get to use the toys on you tomorrow," he murmured in her ear. Breah settled in with a big grin on her face.



The Getaway



He opened the door to the room and walked in and turned on the light. She followed him in and looked around. To the left was the bathroom, and in front of them was a kitchenette. As she moved through the room, there was a queen-size bed to her left, fireplace to the right and at the end of the room was the 7 ft. Whirlpool tub, sitting up on a pedestal with blinded windows surrounding it. Down from the pedestal and to the left was a door, beyond which the river rumbled past, carrying ice cold water of mountain snow runoff. 

She turned to him and walked towards him smiling. When she got to him she put her arms around him and whispered in his ear "This is perfect....thank you." He looked at her, smiled and bent down and kissed her deeply, lingering, before pulling away. He went to the car and brought in their bags.

Once settled, he pulled a bottle of wine from the small frig and produced 2 glasses. He led her over to the fireplace and put the bottle and glasses down. He spread a blanket out in front of the fireplace and invited her to sit. He then poured a glass and handed it to her, and poured himself a glass and placed the bottle on the fireplace ledge.

He put his hand to her jaw and turned her face towards him and leaned in towards her and kissed her softly. She responded passionately, parting her lips slightly to allow his tongue to probe her mouth. As he kissed her more deeply, his hand moved to her hair and undid the clip she had holding her hair up with. Her blonde curls fell from the top to lie gently over her shoulder. He leaned forward and nuzzled his face in a handful of her soft shiny hair. His senses drank in the fresh smell of her and the feel of her. He found his way back to her mouth and plunged his tongue into her causing a moan to escape her. His hand left her hair and traced an invisible trail to the crevice in her neck, where he felt her pulse beating rapidly. His fingers traced slowly downward to the swell of her breast, where they traced more invisible lines. His fingers slipped beneath her bra in search of her nipple. Once he found it he rubbed his index finger over it gently, feeling the nipple become erect beneath his touch. His fingers searched for the other nipple and brought it to erectness also. The rapid rise and fall of her chest told him she was excited. He didn't want it all over in a whoosh, so he removed his hand and held her chin for one last kiss.

"Shall we indulge in a bath together?" he asked her. Unsure of what sounds might escape her lips she just nodded. He got up and went over to start the bath. While he was doing that she arose and went to her bags and withdrew her white terry robe and proceeded to the bathroom to put it on. He retrieved their glasses and the bottle of wine and brought them over to the tub. He then went to his bag of goodies and retrieved clove soap and a sponge and an assortment of candles. He placed the candles around the tub and lit them. Looking at the romantic scene in front of him, he was pleased. He walked to the closet, removed and hung up his clothes and proceeded to the tub. He climbed in as the steam rolled off the surface.

A few moments she came out with her white terry robe and her hair piled atop her head. She walked slowly through the room, smiling at him the entire way. Once she arrived at the tub, she stopped and took hold of her bathrobe tie and slowly undid it. Once undone she slipped out of the protection of the robe and let it fall to her feet, and then she slowly descended into the tub. He admired her beautiful physique. Her long slender legs meeting at the blonde V. Her flat stomach pointed upwards to her full breasts that were begging to be caressed. Her delicate neck and soft face were surrounded by the mass of blonde hair lying seductively on her head.

Once submerged, all he could see was above breast line, but he knew what treasure lay hidden amidst the circulating water. He handed her her glass of wine and she reached out, smiled and took it from him. Raising the glass to her lips she took a sip and slowly licked her lips, removing any wine and making her full sexy lips shiny. He could watch those lips all day, he thought as he felt arousal settle in.

She slid over next to him and kissed him passionately on the lips. He responded inviting her tongue into his mouth at which point he gently sucked on her tongue. He moved his hand through the water in search of her breasts, once finding them proceeded to caress one nipple, bring it to erection. His hand then moved to the other nipple, teasing it until he got the same response. Once her nipples were hard, he slowly slid his hand down to the "forbidden zone". She spread her legs a little to allow him access to her. As his fingers slid down, he could feel the slippery wetness of her, telling him she was becoming aroused. He gently pushed a finger into her and she responded with a moan. She reached over and wrapped her fingers around his now erect cock and gently squeezed and let go with her fingers and then stroked him softly on both sides of the shaft.

"Why don't you sit up on the ledge, I'm in the mood for an appetizer," she smiled and licked her lips. He got up slowly and sat on the ledge. Only his lower legs remained in the water. She moved up and positioned herself in between his legs, her breasts shiny wet and aroused. She placed her hands on the tops of his thighs and bent her head down and kissed his cock. She then moved to the base of his shaft and her tongue licked the shaft, around, gently leaving trails of hot passion where her lips had been on the shaft side and started at the base and slowly moved up to the head. She did this on the other side and few more times; after several times she rested when she came to the tip. She put her lips over the tip only covering the head. She could feel the erotic rim of his penis in her mouth. While the head was in her mouth, her tongue danced softly around the tip, while she gently sucked him. He was depositing precum in her mouth as she continued this and this aroused her even more.

He reached out and pulled her hair up and away from her face, admiring her beauty and sensuality as she made love to him with her mouth. She gently, slowly took all of him in her mouth...easing down his hard shaft....her tongue twirling in her hot mouth bringing him pleasure. She softly caressed his balls, which were tightened and firm. Sliding her mouth to the top and releasing him from her mouth, and sliding a tongue down the shaft, she kissed and licked his balls. He moaned and tried to hold himself back. It was becoming increasingly difficult not to climax for this woman whom he loved so much. He knew she loved this and he also knew very well, this was arousing her as it always did. He started gently grinding his groin with the rhythm of her oral kisses. She returned to his hard cock, drinking up his precum that had been accumulating while she addressed his 'wanting' balls. 

She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft and placed her mouth at the tip. Her hand slowly moved up his hard cock until it reached her mouth, at which time her hand started to descend on the shaft and her mouth followed, leaving no skin exposed between fingers and lips. He groaned at the feeling of this. When her hand/mouth reached the base of his shaft, they ascended slowly and he could feel the pressure of her fingers tighten as they moved upward, the entire time her lips sucking and tongue stroking his cock, keeping him contained in her mouth. She continued doing this a few more times moving faster each time, the pressure getting tighter as well. He could stand it no more and stopped her movements. She looked at him and smiled, as he climbed down into the swirling water. He was so hard and aching to be inside of her. 

He sat in front of her and reached under the water and put his hands on her hips and gently pulled her towards him. He felt her pussy lightly touch his cock, and he could feel the heat radiating from her. He directed her with his hands, positioning her waiting pussy right at the top of his cock. He very gently and slowly put the tip of his maleness into her entryway. She moaned ever so softly, a slight smile on her face as she didn't look away, but rather intensely looked into his eyes. She looked at him and mouthed the words "I love you" as he slowly eased himself into her. God did she drive him insane. It seemed she knew the exact thing to do and to say at the exact right moment. He knew this slowness was putting her over the edge and she wanted him in her, all of him in her filling her up, right now. He could tell by the pressure she kept applying to his cock, wanting to slide down on him. But he held her at bay, teasing her, making her desire him all the more. The last two inches he thrust into her, plunging his hard cock into the depths of her pussy. A deep grown escaped her as she pushed herself against him - wanting him deeply in her.

He gently thrust into her and back out, getting harder and faster with each thrust into her hot cave. She met his thrusts with equal vigor. To feel her around him, clenching his cock the way she did, his hands were still on her hips and feeling her gyrating motions took him higher, and all the while she looked into his eyes, intensely, filled with desire. He could stand it no more and knew he would explode, as did she. She always knew when he was there ready to cum, ready to fill her up. He looked into her deep blue eyes, and told her to kiss him. 

She leaned forward and placed her lips against his, gently nibbling his lips with her own and gently exploring with her tongue. He could stand it no more and exploded deep within her, filling her up with his seed, "oooohhhhh . . . . oooooohhhhhhhhh . . . . . . . gggoooooooooooddddddddddd . . ." as he felt his orgasm rise up within him. There was no feeling on earth like making love to this woman and climaxing deep within her, NOTHING. Her hot pussy held tightly to him, as his cock jerked the last remaining moments of his orgasm. She held him close and grinding her pussy against his pubic bone, trying to milk the last bit of cum from him. She loved to make love to this man, and feel him in her and look into his eyes when she made love to him. She would never get enough of him, ever.

He was spent for the moment, and he took her face into his hands and kissed her...softly and gently. She returned his kiss and moved into him closer. He knew she was on fire still and as they kissed he felt her pussy tighten on his cock, which made him harden unbelievingly. She gently rotated her hips in a circular motion around his cock, never letting go of her grip of him. He leaned down and took her breast in his mouth sucking on her now hardening nipple. He nibbled on it, gently biting into her little nipple bud, which caused her to moan and with her hand pressed his head tighter to her. 

Her gyrating hips moved faster and faster, and then she began moving forward and backward stimulating her other bud, which was swelling. His hand reached down and felt her swollen clit, engorged with desire. He rubbed it around softly, feeling her body jerk with each touch from him. A smile played around his mouth, knowing full well, she was close. Her hips continued to move against him, while his fingers worked at bringing her to ecstasy. Her little bud was so swollen now, and her pussy was so hot against him, he knew it was a matter of moments before this woman climaxed all over him. She looked at him, smiled, and said "Baby, I'm cumin . . . ." and with that her head fell back and her nipples hardened, and he could feel the contractions against his hard cock; her little bud pulsing with each contraction. He could see the orgasm go thru her body as well as feel it. She moaned, softly, digging her fingertips into his shoulders as she went with each wave. "oooohhhh . . . . mmmmyyy . . . aaaahhhhh . . .ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . . . gggooooddddddd!" escaped her lips as the climax wracked thru her body. Her chest heaving, she collapsed against him.

He brushed her hair from her face, and held her tightly against him. He knew full well in a short while, when they retired to bed and lay in each others arms, those desires would surface again. Until then, he just enjoyed her here in his arms, seeking out his protection and security. 

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The Getaway



We have enjoyed the chatting via the internet for a long time but the webcams and pictures are just not cutting it anymore. We have planned for many months and after a few false starts, we have finally been able to get our schedules matched and get away together for a few days, rather then the few hours we catch when my flight plans take me thru San Francisco. 

We have planned a weekend that will not soon be forgotten! I fly into Oakland so that we can hook up and fly together to the dream get away, 7 days and six nights in St. Maarten. 

You are excited getting off from work! You need to hurry so that you can pick me up at the airport then head to your place so that you can finalize your preparations before we head to San Francisco and catch our flight to St. Maarten. As you pull up to your house, you see some strange guy walking around the garage. 

You think to yourself, "NO! Did I forget and have some more housework planned for this week?" As your trying to sort this out you realize that there is something familiar about him. As you get closer you finally realize that it is me, Jack. 

You run up and plant a big kiss on me feeling a strong set of hands grab your ass and pull you in for a very passionate kiss. I explain that I couldn't wait and caught an earlier flight so that we could be together earlier. 

You unlock the door and we go inside. I drop my luggage down and pick you up again for another kiss and hug. "Mmmmm, I whisper in your ear, I wish we had time before the flight to really greet each other properly!" You give me a look that says NOW! 

I chuckle and say we have a whole week to thoroughly enjoy each other, let's take it slow. Meanwhile I am imagining ripping your uniform off and taking you right there. Somehow I suppress the urges and ask you if I can help you pack. You tell me "No, I am almost ready; I just need a quickie shower to wash away the hospital gunk." 

I watch as you walk away, enjoying the shape of your ass in the uniform. You are striping as you walk away and just as you turn into the bathroom, the last piece falls away. Yes, Lisa, you have my attention! 

As my higher brain functions return and the primal urge to mate is slowly, reluctantly suppressed for the time being, I realize you have been hitting the sun shops. There is a bit of brown on the beautiful body. My cock swells thinking of strolling down the beach with you at my side and our clothes have not been touched in days. I want to follow you in and wash your back, but I know that if I do that, we will miss our flight. I instead get a couple of Coronas out of the fridge. 

Before I am halfway done with mine, you come out and head to the bedroom. I follow you in and hand you your beer. Tink! To a wonderful week in paradise! The cool beer goes down well. I sit on the bed and watch you get dressed. Such a well orchestrated dance, you are ready in what seems like seconds. 

You pull your bags out of the closet and I laugh as yet another similarity has arisen. We have the same suitcases! We really were meant to come together in this life. I take our bags out to the truck and we are on our way! 

The plane ride makes you nervous. I buy us a couple of drinks and you relax a little. There is a chill so you ask for a blanket. The flight attendant smiles and hands you the blanket saying enjoy the flight! 

The plane is pretty empty and we are almost isolated in the rear section. The flight attendant sits down in her jump seat up front and pulls out a magazine. To ease your tension my hand wonders under the blanket and starts to stroke you breast. 

Playfully at first, but then I feel your nipple respond to my touch. I smile as I see you lean your seat back and spread your legs. I circle your nipple lightly tracing its outline thru the material of your shirt. My hand slides downward towards your womanhood. I feel your hips move slightly, wanting the touch, the pleasure that my fingers can bring you. 

I can feel the heat radiating from your pussy through your pants. I stroke up and down in just the right spot pressing the material to spread your lips. You moan lightly as you feel the wetness building there. Your wandering mind is brought back to reality as you feel my finger tips brush your clit. You wonder "How does he always get in there without me realizing it?"

You don't care as my fingers slide down and trace the opening of your wanton twat. My finger slides over you swollen wet lips, teasing ever so slightly with each pass. Each time hoping that this will be the time my finger will slide inside your throbbing pussy. 

You are about to grab my hand and guide my fingers inside you when finally, I slide a finger, then two inside you. I feel your pussy grab at me wanting to feel something more substantial filling your hot hungry pussy. 

All too soon I pull my fingers out and bring your moisture up to your erect clit. Circling and wetting your clit with the hot liquid. Another soft moan escapes your lips. Just what you needed after a long day of pushing pills! 

You have to give me complete access to your pussy now, so you slide your pants down and off in one quick move. As you kick your knees up on the seat in front of you, a cool blast of air finds you hot pussy. You jump at the feeling of it; your clit hardens at the onslaught of my fingers and the cool air. 

I moan as your scent finds my nose. I slide a finger in you, and then bring it to my mouth. Mmm, the flavor men have fought wars for! You groan at the lack of attention on your hot spot! Squeezing your legs together and wiggling your ass to get some pressure on that needy clit. 

I enjoy your wanton fever taking over your body for only a few seconds before I relent and my hand wanders down there to complete its job of pleasuring you. I slide my fingers down over your erect clit and lightly trace the wet opening between you lips. Down, down ever so slowly. Then back up, a finger on the outside of either lip. More pressure this time pushing your lips inward. I pull upward on them a little, and then continue onward to the clit. I grab it between my finger tips and give a squeeze. 

You moan wanting, no, needing more. My fingers start their travel back down over you hot wet opening. I am amazed at the amount of juices that always comes from you, but this time has to be a record amount in such a short time. It is so slippery and hot. I always enjoy your taste, your smell, and your sounds of ecstasy. I keep repeating this over and over for what seems like forever. Your pleasure keeps building and you need a release, want a release. 

I whisper in your ear to remind you that we have company on the plane and you should try to keep the moans to a loud roar. The pleasure builds to the point that you cannot hold off anymore, even if you wanted to. The attention you clit is receiving, the wetness you feel running down your ass, soaking the seat. My kiss and nibble on your neck takes you over the edge. The wave washes over you and you start cumming. 

I pull your head to me and kiss you deeply to suppress the moans that I know, must escape. I have 3 fingers deeply in your pussy, pistoning in and out, my thumb on your clit pressing and rubbing it firmly. The orgasm goes on forever or so it seems. Finally you are able to control your body again. My hand has stopped moving, except for a slight movement around your clit that I do to tease you even more. I pull my hand up and start licking it clean, not wanting to waste a drop of your womanhood. You taste so great! 

After lying back in the seat recovering for a while you decide you need a snack, a salty snack. You push me back in the seat and undo my pants. My throbbing cock springs up finally released. The tip is wet from my pre cum. You look at it for a few seconds enjoying the affect you have on me. 

You lean down and kiss the tip, tasting my juice that is there. You grab my cock, feeling the heat within, and stroke it. A little drop of cum is your reward. You lick it up quickly. Another stroke and another drop is your reward. 

You slide your mouth down sucking my cock in. You continue until your nose is brushing my short hair. Your tongue circles my cock as you pull back up on it.. You suck another little drop out of me. A moan escapes my mouth as you squeeze my balls and start bobbing up and down on my cock. 

The excitement of knowing what is cumming when we land, the taste of you on my lips and the incredible feeling of your mouth on me is too much. You feel my cock pulse in your mouth and a load of cum hits the back of your throat, so hot and so salty. You pull your mouth off to swallow and another shot erupts and lands on your cheek. 

You suck my cock back in and feel another load shoot in your mouth. You swallow it down. Mmm! Cum now oozes from the tip of my cock, all the energy spent. You pump it and suck the head, trying to get the last drop out. You work so well, I feel completely drained. We both lay back, hand in hand, your head on my shoulder and sleep the rest of the flight.

We are awakened by the flight attendant, saying we are landing. We should get dressed. We look down and the blanket has slipped off showing the lack of pants for us both. We laugh and get dressed. 

We have no troubles getting our bags and catching the shuttle the resort has waiting for us, another good sign. The short drive is so picturesque. Every view is like a shot from some brochure or post card. We get checked in and taken to our Chalet. 

We open the patio door to get a look at our surroundings. The onslaught of salty air proves our eyes are not deceiving us. The Caribbean is only yards away from the patio. We unpack, throwing our suitcases somewhere towards the bedroom, and head to the beach to get a drink from a coconut. 

As we near the outside bar it becomes quite obvious that this is a nude beach. Most everyone is nude or very close to it. We sit at the bar and order up a Pina Colada. Hard to believe that in less then 12 hours we can go from the drone of work lives to paradise. 

We make small talk, catching up on what has happened in our respective lives since the last time we cammed. Before we know it we have downed our second drink of the islands! I suggest that we go and change into something more appropriate. 

I cannot wait to see that body unleashed and uncovered. We get back to the chalet and actually unpack this time. In a short time we are done. You ask, "What should I wear down to the beach? This, holding up a swimsuit or this, holding up a bottle of suntan lotion?" 

I vote for the natural look. I walk over and toss the swimsuit aside as unneeded as an ice scraper in Hawaii. 

I take you face in my hands and bring your lips upward so that I can kiss them, Caressing your neck as we get lost in the passion. I feel your breathe catch as my hands wander down your back and cup your ass. 

Your hands work their magic and unbutton my shirt, then running your finger tips across my chest, tweaking my nipples. You kiss my chest as your arms encircle me. You can feel my cock throbbing between us. I push you back slightly, reluctantly, and work on revealing your body. 

My hands shake slightly as the buttons fall away. Then I brush your shirt off your shoulders, such soft skin. It is just made for caressing and kissing, which I do as I unleash the twins from their captor. As your bra falls away, I am always astounded at the sight of your erect nipples. 

I bend down and kiss them, greeting them once again. I place kisses and nibbles all over your breast, my hands have found the fastener for your pants. I ease your pants down making sure to hook my fingers in your panties. I am greeted by that familiar smell of that which has me entranced. Your hot pussy wanting, ready for some loving. I take you over to the bed and lay you back on it. My hands fly at the speed of need and make my pants disappear. 

My throbbing cock stands out wanting some attention. I fend him off as I have to taste my pussy. I kneel down between your legs and kiss your neck. You feel the head of my cock rub against your lips. You push your hips up wanting to feel something more then a hint. Through supreme effort I resist your urges and whisper, wait just a little longer. 

I start kissing downward between your breasts, spending time reacquainting myself with each one. Your nipples get even larger as I roll each one in my mouth alternating between a soft sucking hesitant tonguing to rolling them between my teeth as I bite and pull them. 

Your hips are moving on their own, demanding some attention be paid to your other pleasure zone. I kiss my way downward as I also have needs. I must taste that pussy again. After what seems like a hint of forever, my tongue finally reaches the sparse hairline. I slide a hand under each side of your ass, squeezing your cheeks and pulling you upward. This has the desired affect as your pussy is spread open for me. 

You feel my breath on your erect clit scant milliseconds before you feel my lips. A loud moan escapes your body. Your hands grab my head wanting more pressure on your clit. I resist and treat it with the attention it so desires, soft and slow caresses, circling it with my tongue. Sucking it into my mouth and tickling the tip with my tongue. Then abandoning it as my tongue wanders down to spread your swollen pussy. 

I lick down one side of your lips and back up the other side. I continue this for a few strokes, enjoying the taste of Lisa that is in such abundance. Finally, I must have some from the source. My tongue starts upward again but this time I am in between your lips. Parting them and enjoying the flavor that runs from within. I could spend an entire lifetime enjoying this pleasure and still not have my appetite satisfied. 

I feel your hips change their movement. I sense that your orgasm is approaching. I give your clit one last caress, for now anyway, and kiss my way back up to your neck. This time as you feel my cock brush against your pussy, I do not try and tease, but slowly slide my cock in until we are joined fully. 

I stay there feeling your pussy grab my cock, reveling in the moment. I feel your legs wrap around me as you grind your hips into me. I kiss you deeply as I start to slowly make love to you. The cool air is a big contrast to your hot cunt as I pull out. But then I am greeted with the hot tight wet grip once more as my cock disappears inside your pussy. We keep this up for too short a time before I feel your pussy twitching and grabbing me so much harder. 

You speed up fucking me, but I continue with my slow grinding. All too quickly, you start cumming. Your hips thrown wide open, I penetrate just a little more and fill your pussy up as you fuck me. I feel your hands on my ass trying to pull me in more. I love watching you cum with my cock driving into you. I wish that my orgasm would last and last. I am trying to hold off but once your juices flood my balls, I lose all control. 

My cock explodes inside you as a yell escapes my lips and I drive in with a forcefull thrust. I keep fucking you deeply as my cock shoots my load of hot cum deep into your pussy. All too soon my energy has been expended into your being. I struggle to not collapse on top of you. I stay on top of you nuzzling your neck until my cock shrinks and slides out, then I lie down next to you and pull you into me. We drift off listening to the sounds of the waves breaking on the beach.

I awaken as my nose is tickled by something. I slowly come to realize that I have a warm body lying next to me. A head of red hair is on my shoulder and my arm is tucked along a back with my hand resting on a great feeling ass. It just feels so right cupped in my hand. 

I look around the room trying to get my bearings, finally coming to the realization that after months of planning we are really here. On vacation together in St. Maarten! Wow! Your hair tickles my nose again and I reach up to brush it away. My movement causes you to stir slightly. I can feel your breast pressing into me with every breath you take. I brush your hair lightly, stroking it out of your face. My hand continues to stroke your hair as I think about how great it has been already and it is only 5:15pm according to the clock on the night stand, if it can be believed. I move my head to look out the patio doors and see that the sun is making its approach to being hidden by the seas. 

I turn back to the treasure I have in my arms and arch my neck and kiss your forehead. My hand starts to caress your ass and I feel it push back on me. My other hand slides down to your neck and I tilt your head back and kiss you on the cheek. This gets a little more reaction from you, as I feel your arm, which is lying across my chest, give me a squeeze. I continue downward and kiss your lips lightly at first. Then feeling your body respond I continue with a deeper more probing kiss. 

Our tongues fight a battle, twirling and darting around each other. My hand cups your ass tightly and with your assistance I slide you on top of me. The feel of your breasts against my chest stirs me. I feel my cock start to thicken under your hips. My hands grab your ass and grind you down onto me as our tongues continue to battle. I feel your legs slide to the side of mine, opening yourself up for me. Your hips slowly move as you rub your womanhood along my cock, teasing me with the thought of feeling your pussy once again wrapped around me. You love the feeling of rubbing and grinding your clitoris on my hard cock. Your nipples somehow grow even larger compressed between our bodies in your excitement. 

My hands kneed your ass with firm fingers, as I pull you closer to me. You feel the cool rush of air on your twat as my hands spread you wide so that I can enjoy the view I see in the reflection of the mirror on the dresser. Some previous guest must have tilted it just right to have the vantage point I am enjoying. 

I thank him or her quietly in my mind. I feel your breathing getting faster, your movements, just a little more concise and specific as your body responds to the pressures you are applying to your clit. A moan works it way from deep down inside you as you feel the first twinges of an orgasm. 

You break our kiss as you push up to apply more pressure to your swollen clit. This change allows me to now see your large breast swinging back and forth to your movements. I reach up and grab a nipple in my mouth and give it a bite. This was what you wanted and you jerk as the orgasm starts. Your short concise movements are now much more energetic. As you grind upward in the first throws of you orgasm, rubbing your swollen wet pussy along my cock, I squeeze your ass even harder. This changes our position slightly and this time on your downward stroke my cock slides into you. I am overcome by the heat surrounding my cock and the wetness that floods my balls. 

You startle at the change of pressures from rubbing your clit on my throbbing cock to having your lips parted and being filled so quickly. You now grind onto me with renewed vigor as your orgasm builds to another level. Your breasts are swaying heavily as you pump me. I grab another nipple in my mouth and suck it in, rolling it between my teeth, judging the pressure to apply by your moans of satisfaction. I find the right "bite" as you flood my cock and balls with another wave of sweet juices. 

All too soon your orgasm is over and it fades into a warm glow through your body as you collapse on me. Your hips still riding my cock, but they have lost their urgent need for release. I wrap my arms around you, pulling you to me as if you were going to float away. Our slow grind continues as my hands rub your back. Starting at your shoulders and working my way downward. 

We continue this way, wishing the universe would stop so that we could enjoy it forever, but alas it doesn't. I speak the first words and whisper to you, "We need to get up so that we can watch the sunset". You sigh, saying "But I still have a throbbing in me!" I chuckle and say true, but I can wait for you again, later tonight! You start to argue the point but I turn you over. Giving you a deep kiss and a few slow thrusts in the process, which almost causes me to forget anything outside these walls, but somehow, I get up. 




The Getaway



I head into the shower and turn the water on, before coming back to coax you to join me. As I return you are already sitting up. I come over to help you get the rest of the way up. You take this opportunity to take me into your mouth. I had almost started to loose my erection, but feeling your lips encircling my cock brings me back up to full attention. 

Your hands trace all around me, playing with my balls and around to my ass, pulling me into you. Your tongue works itself all around my cock and down to my balls. You pump my cock working a small bit of cum to the tip before you lick it away. I think back to the plane ride and think this is even better because I don't have to try and hide my pleasure. I stand there like a man and take it! 

I feel on top of the world having this beautiful woman take me into her mouth and pleasuring me. Your mouth and hands have me to the edge quickly, as every moan you give with every drop you milk from me, causes me to lose what control I thought I had. 

All too quickly you entice me past the point of no return. My cock erupts just as your lips part and start taking me in. Your hands squeeze my balls and pull me in, so that you can drain me completely. You continue to suck on my cock trying to milk out the last drop. Finally I come back to reality; my legs are shaking such that I do not understand why I haven't fallen. Slowly the sound of the shower intrudes into my thoughts. I sit down next to you so that we can recover a little, but you pop up and head to the shower.

I enjoy the view as the shower glass is clear. Watching you soap up is a sight that I can enjoy for a very long time. But then I come to my senses, as my legs have recovered their strength, and I join you. I tell you this way maybe we can make it to dinner to watch the sunset. We soap up each others body that we were just intimately familiar with. The warm water and your hands feels great running all over me. I enjoy getting more familiar with your body's curves and crevices. 

All too soon we announce that we are clean and get out and towel each other off. I thoroughly inspect your body looking for that elusive bit of wetness. After too short a span of time, you are dry. Well almost dry, as I run my hand between your legs and feel your wetness as a finger easily slides between your lips. I bring my finger up and lick it clean, mmmm, desert for later on. 

We dress casually and head out to dinner. It is a long commute I say, "Hope we don't hit any traffic!" A 4 minute walk later we are being seated on the patio, with a fantastic view of the sun. As our first coronas arrive the sun is just touching the water. We drink a toast to the beginning of a great week. 

We order some appetizers' and catch up on our lives. Talking about a wide range of subjects from space to life in the cities we occupy. We eat way too much and drink a little to excess, but what the hell, we are on vacation. After we have filled ourselves, we take a walk on the beach to work off some of the excesses of dinner. 

We stroll thru the soft sand struggling until we get to the waters edge where the water has caused it to be more compact and easier to walk on. We leave our shoes on the beach and walk barefoot enjoy the feeling of heat on top of the sand from the sun and the coolness that is just below the surface. We get lost in the conversation as we walk until we come to a pier where we turn around and head back. 

The water is warm as it sometimes washes up and tickles our feet. As we make it back to our shoes, I suggest that we cannot let the first day in paradise fade away without a swim. You are a little unsure but my charm and the fact I have already stripped down to nothing, chases those thoughts away. 

You lean on me as you remove your skirt. I help you remove your blouse and that which contains the twins, barely. We walk into the water, slightly chilled until our bodies adjust. The water is only up to my shoulders in this area of the lagoon. You swim around me enjoying the feeling of openness and sea water touching your every part without the hindrance of clothing. I point out the floating docks that the resort has anchored off shore and we swim out to one. There is no moon out tonight but your body glows as you disturb the bio luminous creatures in the water with every stroke. I help you up onto the floating 8' by 8' dock. Climbing up myself proves a little more difficult, as I fall back in. The next attempt is easier as I find the ladder on the other side. 

We lay there next to each other breathless from the swim out. There are no real lights on this side of the island and with no moon; it looks like the sky has billions of stars in it. More then can be seen in most of the states due to either light or air pollution. We lay there absorbing it all. The slight rocking of the dock, the cool breeze and the light show above us, we couldn't have planned this any more perfect to the end of a great first day. We spot a satellite arching across the night sky. Then a few meteors add some brilliant, if brief, color to the sky as they burn up on entry. We both wonder what will the next few days bring...as it has been a very nice first day.



The Getaway



I walked through my house one last time to make sure I had gotten everything packed up and ready to go. After I loaded my jeep with the last duffel bag, I ran back inside to pick out a few CD's to get me through the five hour trip into the mountains. I was so excited to be on my way to Gatlinburg for a week of hiking, site seeing, and most importantly, rest and relaxation. 

The reservations were made six months ago by my best friend David. We were friends in high school, later becoming even roommates in college together. After graduation, we found it more difficult to get together for regular visits. Plus geography put further constraints on our relationship with him living in North Carolina, and I in southern Tennessee. The last time I had physically seen him was two years ago at Christmas time at his family's home. We chatted almost every night though, keeping the lines of communication strong between us.

Even though David and I were very close, we had never had a romantic relationship. I admit, I had a crush on him in school but being a devoted student but I never made any moves to further our friendship and see where it would end up. Sometimes, more often than not I regretted not making the first move, and yet was fortunate that our friendship flourished as well as it had over the years. 

It was David's idea to rent a cabin for Thanksgiving weekend. Being the frugal as we were, we incorporated our paid holidays from work with our vacation time, giving us a whole week off. It was also the week of my 30th birthday, so the vacation served as a dual purpose and gave us a chance to celebrate. 

David had invited his cousin Jack, whom I had met a couple of times over the years. I remember attending David's family functions, getting caught staring just a little too long at Jack. There was something dark and mysterious about him. He was almost dangerously alluring about him and yet he unattainable. He moved around a lot and also seemed to be a bit of a loner. He was just not the type to settle down. Jack was a logger who primarily worked in the Carolinas, so he was naturally fit, tan and well, damn......I blushed as my thoughts wandered into the vicinity of biting him to see if he tasted as good as he looked. 

Jack was bringing someone with him, and I was most assured I hadn't met her. This turned our week long stay into "couples" vacation. I was still unsure and unable to ask what was on David's mind when he planned this. When he asked me if they could join us weeks ago, I swear he had an agenda, causing me wonder if we were being paired up for a reason. I decided to pack something fun and sexy just in case we did decide to become close and cuddly. Now that we had paid off our student loans and a bit more free with our time, and since neither of us had dated anyone in a while, why not give "us" a try if it was in the cards. I just made sure the cards were playing in my favor before I reached the cabin.

I stopped at a grocery store once I reached Pigeon Forge and picked up supplies for the next couple days. I figured we would head back into town when the guys arrived, but this way we could survive without feeling rushed. I also picked up several bottles of wine, safely securing them in the back seat of my jeep before heading to the rental office to pick up the keys.

I knew I was going to be the first to arrive. David was going to drive in tomorrow evening and we were still unsure when Jack was going to show up. But then again, that was Jack. Once I reached the cabin, I unpacked the food, selected one of the three bedrooms for my own, and set the wine in the refrigerator to chill. It was just past noon, and I had time to go for a short hike before settling in for the evening. Long drives always made me a bit restless and it would be nice to work out some of that pent up energy.

I packed up my daypack and set of on the winding trail behind the cabin. I had stayed up here in the mountains before, but not this particular cabin. I looked back at it and marveled at how majestic our section of the mountain was. The nearest cabin next to us must be at least half a mile away; nothing but me and nature right now. As I walked, I stopped now and again to observe the wildlife scurrying away at the sound of each footstep. Now that the leaves were down from the trees, it was easy to identify birds nesting in the trees and squirrels collecting food for the winter. There was a slight nippy chill in the air which indicated that we may even see a bit of snow by the end of the week.

It was so easy to lose track of time; by 3:30 on my watch, I turned back and headed to the cabin. I stopped less and made it back just shortly before it started to get dark. I unpacked my gear and took a moment to unpack my clothes before taking a long, hot shower. I checked for messages, which there were none, and poured myself a glass of wine and took it to the deck out in back. "Oooh, "I exclaimed to myself. I had forgotten all about the four seater hot tub. I inspected the dials and knobs, set the thermostat to 100 degrees and turned on the jets. That should be ready to enjoy in about half an hour.

And that is exactly what I did. 

I was down half a bottle of wine already, perhaps making up for a little dehydration I had acquired from my walk. I was feeling warm and fuzzy and not particularly wanting to ruin the buzz I had going on. Since I was alone, I would just enjoy my evening and sleep it off tomorrow before the boys got here. I stripped down on the deck, because after all, it was dark now and still no evidence of a cabin in sight on this side of the gorge. It was uncommon for them to be rented during the holidays anyway, and knowing this in advance, I was not shy to skinny dipping in the privacy of my own deck. Slowly I lowered my body into the steaming water and set the remainder of the wine in the bottle on the edge with my glass. I just sat there in a relaxing daze as the steam from the water's edge danced with the crisp night air. Perhaps the wine was getting to me as well. That was of little concern to me as I poured the last of the bottle into my glass and slowly sipped off the rim.

I set the glass down and turned around facing the overlook, spread my legs apart so the jet could flutter a stream of water between my legs. "Mmmmmm....." I hummed as I gently rocked my hips up and down. I had all night to achieve a release, so for now I was going to seduce myself and focus on a little foreplay. I knew how I liked to be treated. I was just studying the goose bumps raised up on my forearms when I heard a noise behind me and the light to the deck flipped on. I yelped and hollered, "Shut it off!!" before even inquiring as to who my intruder may be. 

Ahhhh....Jack! "Damn!" I cursed. I heard him snicker behind me but he was a gentleman about shutting off the light before approaching the side rail of the deck. My head now resting on the cement in front of me, I was hoping he hadn't noticed I was naked. Maybe...just maybe the water disguised that one important tidbit. My head swam in confusion as I sucked down the last quarter glass of my wine. After which I turned to Jack and said, "Hey Jack....you are here early!"

I could see his devilish grin reflected off the moonlight but he nodded and told me how he had just finished up a job closer to the cabin than his home, so he left earlier than expected, and not surprisingly, managed to forget the courtesy of a phone call. He informed me that he got the key from the rental box and made himself at home. "I took the bedroom in the front, if that's alright. I saw your stuff in the middle room, so figured it was between Dave and I." I waved him off...that was the least of my concerns at the moment. Here I was sitting butt naked and drunk carrying on a casual conversation with someone I hardly knew. It was when he declared that he was going inside for a moment to get his suit to join me is when my mind started to race. How was I going to get out of the tub? Grrrrr..... I turned around and sat back on one of the reclining seats, pulling my knees up to my chest, waiting for his return.

I had no time to fret about it, so I just played it off. I mean, we were both adults, right? Jack came back outside, but before coming close to the tub, he asked, "Do you want the light on or off?" but before he could finish, I shrieked, "OFF!" Even I giggled at my own over assertive behavior which made him laugh.

I squinted as he climbed into the tub. "Good...bathing trunks", I noted. 

"Here, give me your glass," he said and I offered it without hesitation. I took a sip and savored the new flavor; one that he must have brought with him because I couldn't identify it on my own. As we soaked, our conversation picked up, discussing a wide variety of topics from wine to football, and even upcoming plans for the holidays. As we talked, I could feel my body relax. My legs stretched out across the bench but I still stay low and tuck an arm over my breasts to keep them from bobbing up to the surface and revealing myself. I had caught myself a couple of times and moved quickly to readjust myself. 

Jack refilled my glass one more time; the last time I swore to myself. I was going to turn to mush if I kept up this pace for sure! I took a sip and turned to set it down on the deck, but as I turned back, I could feel Jack's presence beside me. Startled, I jumped, but he rested a hand on my thigh to steady me. I began to protest, not wanting to make this situation any more awkward than it was, and yet, that part of my conscience was arguing quite loudly with the side that wanted to jump into his lap and start fucking him right there. 

"Wait," he said quietly. "Hear me out first, and if you want me to go afterward, please; I will go like this never happened."

I nodded and listened to what he had to say. I couldn't help but focus more on his fingers which softly stroked my inner thigh while he spoke. "I can see that I interrupted something when I came in. If I promise not to join in on that....just assist in bringing you pleasure, will you let me?"

I looked at him warily, unsure if I even wanted to go there. All the while, his fingers crept upwards, now resting between my thigh and my shaven crotch. Oooh, how I ached for this! I was in no shape to be making good decisions right now!

"Just lay back. Close your eyes and relax. If at any time you wish to stop, I will stop. I just want to...." But that was all he had to say, because his voice was as intoxicating as the wine I had been sipping on all evening. I was hypnotized and falling into a trance. My legs spread apart as his fingers stroked my smooth lips. He took his time seducing them before slipping a finger between my velvety folds. I moaned as he rubbed me back and forth, working his finger in a little deeper. I peeked and could see him concentrating on my face as his thumb found my swollen nub and rubbed along the base. His touch was gentle and caressing, as he felt his way through my delicate anatomy. When I emitted a gasp or a sigh, he worked harder in that one area until I squirmed. There is something to be said about someone physically touching you as opposed to a vibrator or the flicker of water across your skin. It is much more sensual and personal when the person giving you pleasure is only a heartbeat away.

"Now, I would like to try a different position if I may, "he whispered as he pressed his body close to mine. "Come over here," he said as he took my hand and pulled me across to the bench on the other side of the tub. Instinctively I reached over just to feel if he still had his trunks on, and rubbed up against his hardness. Jack pulled my hand away and muttered, "Unless you want that out, I suggest you keep your hands off of it, alright?" He then he nibbled on my neck before pulling me into his lap and guided me to straddle his thighs. "Now rise up, get off my cock. Yessss...like that," he uttered as I raised my body up out of the water. I felt my nipples burn and pucker as they hit the frigid air. Jack pulled me forward and sucked one of them into his mouth as one of his hands flatly rubbed across the front of my pussy and two of his long fingers plunged deep inside of me.

I arched my back and sucked in a deep breath when his movements were no longer gentle, but forced. He pressed deeper as if he were searching for something in particular. And when he found it, I emitted a cry so uninhibited, I could hardly control myself. Jack released my nipple and moved onto the other one which was now numb and aching for his attention. His middle finger rolled around in tiny circles across my g-spot, careful not to push or dig too aggressively at it. My hips bucked and I even tried to sit down, but he refused to relent, forcing me to finish what we had started. My breathing now erratic, and my gasps becoming whines, he must have sensed I was close to an eminent release. That was when he bit down on my throbbing nipple just enough to stretch it out. The distraction from my pelvis was just enough before he rubbed me furiously; I had to grab onto the sides of the tub to hold my balance. 

As the rapture of my orgasm weakened my muscles as well as my mind, I fought to regain my breath. Jack released his tight grip on my breast, but rested his cheek against it as my body worked its way from the putty state he put it in. I was so relaxed and warm; I couldn't move. I had to though, or I felt that Jack would want more from me. More that I was unwilling to give at this point because my focus, even while I laid here naked in Jacks arms, was on David.

I pulled away, crouching in the middle of the tub to stay warm. I had lost all sense of time and had no idea how long I had been in there, but I was wrinkled up like a prune. I was lost for words, unsure if "Thank you" was appropriate. 

Even I wasn't that intoxicated to know that would have come out awkward. Had it not been for a movement out of the corner of my eye, I probably would have said something foolish, but instead I jumped as David pulled himself away from the doorway. He stood there holding a towel and opened it up for me. I paused, not believing my eyes that he had arrived early as well. Unsure now of what sort of trouble I had gotten myself into, I still remembered it wasn't like we had been dating. I just hoped that I hadn't ruined the whole week after all this. 

I meekly crawled out of the tub and let David wrap me up with the towel. I just couldn't meet his eyes. 

"I warmed her up for you, just like you asked!" Jack snickered as he taunted David with what he had witnessed.

I could not contain my surprise as I whipped my face around to meet David's. He rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, "I said, warm the cabin up. NOT her!" but his tone was playful as he tightened his grip on the towel, and pulling me close. "You are you warmed up, aren't you?"

I nodded and grinned shyly.

"Well, let's go inside, maybe you can come and spread some of that warmth," he whispered as he pulled my body close and kissed me.



The Getaway



It wasn't about the money, though that's a big factor in why I reverted to a life of crime after being out of jail for less than a year. The money was a side issue, a bonus. It was more respect than money, and it was more about power than respect, but most of all it was about fear, or to be accurate inspiring that fear in others. Fear of what I was capable of, fear of what I could do to another human being, fear of what I was about to do when I held a knife to your balls or a gun in your mouth. That's what it's all about. 

Once a bully, always a bully.

To feel another man, especially one that's even bigger than you, shaking in his boots as the piss runs down his legs, the stench of fear coming right out of his guts and hitting you in the face as he breathes what he fears might be his final breath through a mouth that refuses to close, the pleading for mercy, the tears welling up in his eyes, the quivering of the lips, the chattering of his teeth, and if you listen very closely you can even hear his heart hammering against his rib cage as he senses his end nearing. The pupils dilate as the eyes go wide and tiny beads of foul smelling sweat ooze from every pore. It's all about terror. Being on the receiving end of terror is the ultimate rush, and I mean that in more ways than one, but being the one dealing out the terror is even better. It's so powerful it's nearly sexual. Addictive. The fact that I needed to buy my way into a big job down the coast in San Diego was relatively incidental. I had most of it together - I just needed some survival money while the heist was being planned and finalised. As the liquor store I was knocking off probably had CCTV - they all do these days - and as I was an ex-con it was only a matter of time before the cops got my face off the tapes and came looking for me, but I wouldn't have to worry about that until morning. By then I'd be long gone. San Diego beckoned, and a serious job with some pals from prison. It was time to quit L.A.

I was smack bang in the middle of one of those delicious fear moments, too. The shotgun in my face wavered almost uncontrollably, the shaking of the shopkeeper on the stock end of the pump-action amplifying the fear that he was feeling from being on the receiving end of the .38 that I held rock steady and pointed between his eyes. I felt a wry grin spread across my unshaved visage as I pulled back the cocking lever, watching the shopkeeper flinch at the ratcheting click.

"Ain't afraid to die over a few bucks, mister. And I ain't afraid to kill for a few bucks, either." I drawled. "How about you?"

There was no answer. There seldom is. Fear often paralyses. These hot shots are so full of themselves at the beginning, have probably rehearsed what they would do in a hold up - reach for the gun, cock it in one smooth motion, and they usually have a little tough guy speech all ready for delivery in a shaky high pitched voice that didn't quite sound that way when they were practicing. The words usually dry up when I roll my eyes, put my knife down on the counter, and draw my gun. That's when the fear hits 'em hard.

"I'm watching the corners of your eye, mister, 'cause that's the tell. That's when I know you're going to pull the trigger. It's why I carry a thirty-eight. The trigger pressure on this is so light that when I see your eyes crinkle in anticipation of the noise and recoil I'll pull my trigger automatically, and my bullet will be turning your brains to jello before you've put enough pressure on your trigger to make that old shotgun go off. You might get lucky and blow my head off when your fist clenches in a death spasm, but you'll be just as dead as me. Think about it. Are you worth a hundred bucks?" I sneered. "Point the gun at the ceiling, empty the till, we all go home to the kids tonight. Tomorrow's a brand new day."

The shopkeeper hesitated, then did as I had suggested. I took the shotgun off him, unloaded it, and lay it back on the counter, throwing the shells to the back of the store. His shaking hands handed me a bundle of notes which I stuffed into my pocket, then I lowered the .38 and picked up my knife. "That was cool, man. Wise choice." I backed away toward the door, gave the guy a wink, and said; "Be seeing you."

I laughed as I walked to the car that I had just boosted, then got in and checked the mirror before pulling off. That's when the rear window exploded, pelting the headrest behind me and the back of my seat with shattered glass. The stupid motherfucker had reloaded. He probably hadn't the time to jack in more than a round or two, so I put my foot down and barged my way into the traffic, laughing more nervously this time as I drew the revolver out of my coat and let off three wild, unaimed shots over my shoulder, the big window behind the shopkeeper exploding into fragments. That should make him piss himself, I smiled.

Now my next problem was to ditch the damn car. Driving a car with a smashed rear window and a back end peppered with shotgun pellet holes was just asking for police intervention. Two blocks away I cruised up to a stop light that had just turned red. Ahead of me was a three, maybe four year old Mercedes with the top down. This was perfect. Because of the carjacking issues in Los Angeles most sedans drove with the doors locked, but obviously open topped cars had a major weakness in the security stakes. I hopped out of my Dodge, jumped up onto the trunk of the Merc, and grabbed a handful of the brunette in the passenger seats long hair and put the cold barrel of my gun in the back of her neck. "Get the fuck out of the car, driver." I said as the shocked man in the drivers' seat considered making a move to defend his woman. "Don't even think about it or the slut dies."

Now the fear kicked in. Not just fear for himself, but fear for his wife, girlfriend, whatthefuckever. " Out!" I snarled, cocking the hammer, pulling harder on the woman's hair while her fingernails tried to force my hand to release her by digging her nails into the backs of my fingers. He complied. I jumped into the drivers' seat and tore across the junction when the lights turned green, then I stopped by the kerb on the other side of the intersection and told the bitch to get out. She didn't need any convincing. I pulled off again in a squeal of tyres as the full power of the big German engine kicked me in the back. This was a nice car. In about two minutes the owner would be on the phone babbling to the cops that his pride and joy had been stolen by a maniac with a gun and the patrol cars would then be on the lookout for me. While convertible Mercedes SL's were two a penny in LA, it wouldn't be long before they were on my tail but that wasn't really a problem as I was only ten minutes from Suzie's place. I rifled through the glovebox as I drove with one hand, finding nothing useful except an ID badge for some IT company out in the Valley that didn't ring any bells with me, but the jacket slung on the back seat of the car yielded a wallet with three hundred bucks and a brace of credit cards. I threw the cards out of the car one at a time as I drove. Maybe some kids could have some fun with them. I wasn't risking using those. They were too easy to trace these days. I stuffed the three hundred bucks in my pockets and then threw the wallet out into the street. A minute later I was in the parking lot at Suzie's, and I left the car in a space near the street with the keys in. With a bit of luck it would be gone by the time I was done with Suzie.

I rolled up to the doors and pushed the intercom button for her apartment. After a while I got a hello from her flatmate. "Hiya Jenny. Is Suzie there?"

"No, she's at work. Should be back about two." Came the tinny reply.

"Can you let me in, I just need to collect some things."

There was a hesitation, then an electric buzz as the magnetic lock released. I pushed my way through the heavily sprung door with my shoulder and bounded up the stairs to the third floor, where I found Jenny waiting at the door to the apartment.

Jenny hated me. I was pretty sure of that. Didn't think I was good enough for Suzie by a big, big margin. She was right, of course, but all Suzie and I wanted from each other was rough sex with no strings attached. The only reason I was here was to pick up some China white I'd stashed here in case the cops raided my place. This was just a safe place to hide my stuff and dip my wick. Jenny didn't fear me. She just despised me. I liked that, too. She was short, raven haired, kinda Asian looking with a slight, slender body. Not like Suzie at all. Suzie was a 6ft tall dancer at an all night bar on Pico - all tits and ass and legs that went on forever. Eye candy. Jenny was kinda bookish, some might say plain, and in the month I'd been knocking Suzie off I'd never seen another guy in the apartment. I had no idea what she did for work, but every time I looked at her my mind screamed 'librarian.'

"Won't be long." I smiled at her as I edged past her and into the apartment. "Just gotta pick up my stuff and I'll be gone for good."

"You're leaving?" Jenny asked, maybe a hint of relief in her voice, maybe something else, certainly a lot of surprise.

"Just for a while, but I reckon Suzie'll have moved on by the time I get back - you know what she's like - so yeah, I'm outta here. Bet you'll be happy about that."

"Well..." She began, about to launch into a false denial.

I held up my hand. "Save it. I've seen the way you look at me when I'm over here. I ain't good enough for Suzie. You know it, I know it, she knows it. Sometimes you just cain't help the chemistry though, ya know?" I threw over my shoulder as I went into Suzie's bedroom and grabbed my half kilo of uncut cocaine from the bottom of the wardrobe and the spare key for her Camaro from the bedside cabinet. I wondered how much of Jenny's dislike of me was down to the excessive bedroom noise that Suzie and I made when I stayed over. I have to admit knowing that Jenny was just a few feet away while I shagged the shit out of her flatmate was a bit of a turn on and made me noisier than normal, which then made Suzie that little bit louder, too. Sometimes I imagined Jenny face down on her belly in bed with a pillow stuffed over her ears while I slammed Suzie's headboard against the wall for half an hour or more while we talked dirty and insulted each other, making my voice loud enough to carry through the thin partition. Sometimes I imagined Jenny with her legs spread and her fingers stabbing deep inside herself while she listened to us screwing, and that helped bring on my own orgasm after Suzie had her two or three climaxes.

I stripped down to my shorts while I was in Suzie's room, then sauntered past Jenny as I made my way to the bathroom. "Just gonna take a quick shower and then I'm outta here."

When I came out of the shower still dripping and wearing just a towel around my waist I found Jenny on the sofa watching tv. I dropped my clothes on the floor and padded softly across to her and knelt behind the sofa, then I whispered in her ear. "Whatcha watching?" She jumped about six inches off the sofa. Fear. I grinned, just managing to suppress a snigger.

"Jesus, you scared the shit outta me." She exclaimed, then settled back into watching whatever it was that she was watching. From my position I could see her cleavage down her top. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough that It was making me harden beneath the towel. I brushed her black hair away from her ear and whispered "Sorry", then I put my hands on her shoulders.

"What you doing?" She asked in alarm as I began to gently knead her shoulders, stroking her neck.

"You seem kinda tense."

"I'm fine." She countered. Though I noted that she didn't make a move to jump out of the sofa like she normally would. I continued to massage her gently, eventually moving my hands down from her shoulders but stopping a few inches short of her small breasts. Now I could sense her getting a little perturbed and uncomfortable as with each stroke I moved a little closer to the neck line of her red top, so I kissed her ear lobe softly.

"Stop it." She commanded, but I could see her nipples beginning to harden through her blouse and that was all the invitation that I needed. "This is the last time you'll ever see me, and Suzie will never know. I want you, Jenny. I've wanted you so bad since I first laid eyes on you." I lied. " Every time I'm making love to Suzie my eyes are closed and I'm imagining it's you underneath me with your legs wrapped around my back." I continued to lie, the tips of my thumbs gently brushing over her nipples as my mouth nuzzled her neck. She moved her head to the side to give me more space to work and I slid my hand inside her top, gently caressing her breasts through her bra.

"Cut it out." She said, though this time relatively softly without anywhere near the insistence of her earlier protests. I gently pinched both her small teats at the same time, moving my lips from her neck to her chin. Her head moved again, but this time it wasn't moving away from me. I shifted, and pressed my lips hard against hers, one hand abandoning her breasts and moving straight down between her thighs. She moaned into my mouth as I pressed my hand firmly down upon her mound and slid my tongue between her lips, searching for her own tongue, finding it and pushing it back. I began to stroke her sex through her jeans and her tongue almost instantly responded to mine, then when I popped the button and moved my hand to her zipper her tongue began to push mine out of her mouth and her hands went around my neck.

I stood up, leaving her slumped there for a moment, and came around the sofa to stand between her and the television, my hardness obscenely making the towel stand out away from my body. She sat there, eyes wide and watching me, her jeans open at the zipper and showing a little triangle of rumpled purple satin panty. Jennies breasts and the growing buds thrust lewdly against the flimsy fabric of her red top, her lips were wet with our salivas and her neck showed a livid pink blotch where I had kissed her just a little too hard. She swallowed. This time it wasn't fear, though, and I reached down and yanked her up into a standing position and she pressed herself against me. She only came up to my neck and before she knew what was going on I had her red top up over her face and her purple bra exposed. My hands pressed against her little orbs, fingers grasping the underwire and easing them up effortlessly over the top of them the way you can only do with women that have small ones. With my right hand I fondled her right breast, while my left hand whipped her top completely off and threw it across the room and then I grabbed a handful of her thick hair and pulled her head back, making her moan loudly. My mouth descended upon hers and her tongue thrust hungrily between my lips this time. My fingers pinched and tweaked her hard nipple while we kissed, then when I tired of that and my jaw began to ache I pulled a little harder on her hair, drawing her away from my mouth, and then I pushed her down until she was on her knees before me.

I threw the towel off my hips and stood naked before her, my member upright, hard, solid, fully erect as I guided her head towards it with my hand. She seemed reluctant, so I wrapped my other hand around my thick shaft and began rubbing my swollen bulbous glans over her face, pushing my hips forward insistently while she hesitated further. I gripped her hair tighter, and her mouth opened in pain, and I eased the tip in between her parted lips.

"Oh," I groaned. "That's it Jenny. Suck my cock you little beauty." I let go of her hair after two or three small strokes and my dick immediately popped back out of her mouth, then I closed my eyes and waited for her to come around to my way of thinking. My penis waved in the air for several seconds before I felt first her hand close around it and then the warm delicious wetness of her tongue exploring the full length of the shaft from my hanging scrotum to the very tip of my glans. She swirled her tongue around the slit in the tip of my penis before engulfing the purple knob in her mouth once again. Now I had her. Now I could do whatever I wanted with her because she was making the moves of her own accord without me having to push the situation along. I put both hands on the back of her head, coaxing her to take me deeper inside her mouth, pushing more of my length past her lips with each stroke. I opened my eyes and watched as inch after inch disappeared inside her before re-emerging shining and slick, wet from her saliva. It was a beautiful sight, and beyond her closed eyes and sundered mouth, to either side of my shaft as I looked down, I could see her little pointy breasts and the still hard cherries moving in time with her head as it bobbed up and down my meat.

"Mmmmm," I sighed. "That feels so fucking good. I can't wait to feel your tight pussy wrapped around it. Mmmmm, suck harder, baby." Now she began to work at it, getting fully into the mood, and I released her head and reached down to pinch her nips. She gasped and I popped out of her mouth. Her hand closed around my cock instantly and she started stroking it, wanking it with a firm two handed grip, then she adjusted her position on the carpet and took it down her throat again. I glanced at the clock on the wall - it had just gone a quarter after one in the morning - and realised that if this was going to work I had to slow things down a little. I bent and reached behind her back, unclasping the purple bra as her teeth raked up and down my shaft, and let it fall to the floor between her thighs. I pushed forward with my hips, forcing myself all the way inside her mouth until she was gagging on it, then I kept pushing and she overbalanced and fell backward onto the sofa, her mouth and hands losing contact with my dick as she choked with the pressure on the back of her throat and used her hands to break the fall. I got down on the floor and knelt between her legs, grabbing hold of her jeans, tugging them impatiently down her hips, her purple knickers coming halfway down her legs with them because they were so tight and I got a glimpse of her fur lined pussy before she closed her legs in feigned embarrassment.

"Don't be shy." I murmured as her jeans skidded across the carpet and I brutally tugged her knickers down past her ankles. Then I put my fingers on her heels and spread her legs wide. She groaned as her pussy lips split open, forming a dark, wet little oval as I moved my hands up the insides of her legs, still spreading them wider and backward, pushing her knees up to each side of her chest, and blew gently upon the lewdly exposed hole. "You want me to stick my tongue in your honey pot?" I asked as her half glazed eyes looked down on me as I moved my face in closer to the hole, still blowing softly over her pulsing pussy lips.

"Yessss." She sighed as my fingers moved in on her gash, smoothing the wispy thatch of pubic hair away from the crinkled flesh.

"Say please." I smiled as my finger tenderly slid up and down her blood engorged labia, feeling her shudder as I played with the flaps in a lazy circular motion around the periphery of her pussy.

"Please." She murmured.

"Please what?" I asked, my finger now just inside the opening and it's tip touching her clit with the lightest of contact.

"Ohhhh..." She moaned, her hands now squeezing her own tits together as she arched her back, eyes closed, impatiently pushing her groin at me. "Eat me out. Please."

"Whatever you say, little lady." I replied and dipped my face between her legs. She groaned as my tongue slid along her slit from the crack of her ass to the top of the clit, then my fingers stabbed roughly inside her and I pulled them apart, splitting her wide open. My tongue slipped inside her gaping hole as I spread her flaps, worming it's way deep until my chin was pressed hard against the crack of her ass and inadvertently spreading that open, too. Her hands slapped down on the back of my head, and I began to suck and slurp on her already soaked vagina, her wetness flooding into my mouth as she gasped with the pleasure that I was giving her. I pushed one hand under her and lifted her butt off the sofa, pulling her even harder against my face, then I jabbed my thumb straight into her tight ass-hole. She yelped at the intrusion, but continued bucking her hips against my face, that same bucking movement also forcing my thick thumb deeper into her bottom until it had disappeared completely inside her.




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"You like that in there?" I asked as I pulled my soaked face away from her dripping sex and slowly slid my thumb in and out of her hot ass, watching her biting her lip, eyes squeezed tightly shut, nostrils flaring and cheeks flushed. Her nipples were like bullets, standing proud of the small mounds of flesh she called tits. 

"Ohhhhh..." Was all she could say in reply as the five fingers of my other hand rubbed over her wet pussy then slapped it a little harder than I should have. She shuddered around my thumb, squirming beneath a second slap, then a third. "If you like that then just you wait until I ram my cock up that tight fucking hole." I told her.

"Nooooo..." She gasped. "Not there." This time it was real fear, not pretend coyness that I sensed. Now I had my leverage. Some girls are so easy to manipulate.

"Suzie loves it." I said as my tongue trailed up her belly, searching for her tits. " She loves to be fucked in the ass. She likes it hard and fast, and she shoves her own fingers deep in her cunt while she's being assfucked, so deep that I can feel them against my cock through that thin wall of flesh that separates her holes. I'm sure you've heard her begging me to do it to her more than once." I latched onto one of Jennies breasts with my teeth and pulled at the nipple, stretching the flesh taut, then I closed my fist around my hard dick and put it right at the entrance to her ass the moment I popped my thumb out.

"NO!" She shouted, and this time there was genuine alarm. I pushed forward, the fat head nestling inside the entrance to her puckered hole for a moment, stretching it almost to the point where a sharp thrust would see it spear inside her, then I backed right off and trailed my tongue all the way back down her belly and buried my tongue in her pussy again, leaving her ass well alone this time as she gasped in relief.

"Jenny gonna be a good girl for me?" I asked her as I slid two fingers inside her slick pussy and sucked on her clitoris again. "Jenny gonna be a good little slut or she's gonna find herself fucked real hard up the ass." I warned. She nodded vigorously as my fingers thrust in and out of her. It was incredibly tight in there and I couldn't wait to climb on top of her and fuck her brains out, but I wanted to drag this out at least another thirty minutes.

I circled my tongue around her slit, licking up and down the labia, pressing my tongue firmly against the outside of it while my fingers explored the inside of her incredibly tight pussy. She groaned again and I slipped one slick finger out of her vagina and painted the puckered hole below it with her oils. She squirmed again, gasping now, and I let her settle her asshole on my fingertip. I kept my hand still while Jenny pushed her pubis against my finger, drawing the finger inside her deeper while at the same time allowing the finger at her ass to ease slowly inside.

She shuddered as I began to explore both her holes simultaneously, giving them both the full length of my fingers while my tongue concentrated on unmasking her clit and lashing it mercilessly. She was loving this. Her own hands were on her knees, pulling them wider apart than even I had dared and her hips jerked in encouragement each time my fingers plunged fully home. "Ah....Ahh.....Ahhh....Ahhh," She cried, then her hands slapped down on the back of my head and she pulled hard on my hair, trying to rip my face away from her crack while her hips also pulled away, then she came noisily and I felt a flood of juices gush out of her hole as she relaxed in orgasm, pushing herself back up onto my tongue and fingers until she finished coming and just writhed beneath me as I slowly eased my fingers in and out of her holes until she stopped trembling.

I slid down onto the floor and pulled her over off the sofa, lifting her up on top of me, and her mouth eagerly, gratefully sought out mine as her wet pussy pressed against my erection. I kissed her hard, my hands grabbing the sides of her head as I began to gyrate my hips beneath her, the underside of my cock sliding along the soft wings of her inflamed box. She was moaning into my mouth, losing control of her tongue as she began to skilfully slide herself up and down my shaft without letting it penetrate her, lubricating my prick with her juices while at the same time using it to rub her aching clit.

"Put it in you." I told her. "Any hole will do."

Jenny groaned as my hands grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her up my body until her pussy hole was right at the head of my cock. She wriggled her hips and reached between her legs, then I felt my glans pushing at the tight entrance to her pussy with her trembling hand guiding it home. She closed her eyes and gasped at the pressure then her eyes went wide as I pushed myself into her. She let out a gurgle and a muted cry as my pole lanced up her tight vagina. Her arms clasped around my neck as inch by inch she impaled herself on the length of my cock, and I could feel each and every little contraction of her ribbed walls as the invasion continued. I grabbed her hair and pulled her ear to my mouth. "Ride me, bitch." I let go of her wide spread butt cheeks and slapped her ass hard.

She let out a cry of pain and began to move up and down me. I put my hands between us and pressed them against her tits, pushing her upright. She responded by putting her hands on my hips and then she began to move, fucking me slowly, and I just lay there on the floor and watched as her fleshy lips enveloped my hardness and slid up and down it. I played with her nipples as she got into a rhythm, and she opened her eyes and glared into mine when I got a little bit too rough with the tender teats. I began to meet her thrusts, making her gasp out loud with each upward stroke, the impacts of my groin against her ass making lewd, wet slapping noises that were almost drowned out by her involuntary gasps as the head of my dick slammed up against the soft cushion at the neck of her womb.

Her pussy felt exquisite - it was easily the tightest I'd had since I was a teenager, and I made a mental note to myself to steer clear of the busty, leggy blondes that were my usual type in future and instead go for these petite babes. While obviously less visually impressive than the bigger girls, they for sure had hidden advantages over women that probably had a man inside them every second night of the week. Like having a brand new car, everything felt tighter and a better fit than one that had been round the block a few times like Suzie had. I felt like I was inside a milking machine, my penis being turned almost inside out as her ribbed walls rode my meat, even the ridge of my foreskin folding back on itself inside her, and her gasps and cries as I delivered full length strokes into her slender body were even better than Suzie's incessant dirty talk. When Jenny climaxed and her sex contracted around mine I damn near blew my load and I had to stop fucking her as she orgasmed in order to stave off my own - there was still twenty minutes to go.

I rolled her over onto her back when she stopped riding me, her orgasm subsiding, and withdrew from her still spasming pussy as she shuddered with the aftershocks, and then straddled her tits and guided my balls to her mouth. Jenny didn't need asking and instinctively started tonguing the underside of my testicles. I was hoping she'd slide her tongue in my ass but she didn't seem to want to go there, so I reached back between her legs with one hand and fingerfucked her hard with three bunched fingers while she sucked on my balls. After a minute or two of this I moved back down her body and brutally stabbed my steel back inside her, making her cry out and clutch at me desperately. She scratched her nails down my back, stinging me, nearly drawing blood. Holding myself up off her body, my hands to either side of her arms, I looked down at where we were mated, watching my fleshy rod pistoning in and out of her distended pussy while she shook beneath me, her small breasts bouncing as my hips slammed against the insides of her spread thighs.

She wrapped her legs around my butt, drawing me as deep as I could go inside her and I marvelled at how such a petite body could accommodate the full length of my cock. My scrotum slapped against her tender asshole as we screwed wildly, and again I felt the approach of my own climax. I pulled out of Jenny yet again, eliciting a brief groan of loss from her as her internal muscles spasmed around the temporary vacuum left behind, and then I pressed the turgid tip of it against her anus.

"NO!" She cried, and I revelled in the fear, licking my lips as I drew back and slapped the swollen helmet of my penis against the dark, wide open hole of her pussy repeatedly.

"Talk dirty then Jenny. Talk dirty to me like you hear Suzie talk when you listen to us fucking through the wall or I promise you I will fuck your tiny little ass until it bleeds."

I pressed my throbbing knob at the entrance to her wet tunnel and said; "Well?"

She mumbled something inaudible, so I swiftly moved my prick down beneath her pussy and thrust forward violently. She scrambled desperately beneath me, pushing herself away from my blunt helmet as it speared it's way inside her ass, then it popped back out as she squirmed and she shouted; "Fuck my CUNT you son of a fucking bitch!" putting extra emphasis on the vulgarity. It sounded so offensively arousing coming from her.

"That's better," I said as I gently eased myself back inside her dripping pussy. "Now beg for it and look at me."

She fixed her gaze on mine angrily. "Fuck me you bastard!" She snarled, staring directly into my eyes. "Fuck me hard with your big cock. I want it hammering deep inside me. Make me cum again."

She had certainly been listening to Suzie, I mused. Undoubtedly masturbating while doing so, I reckoned, tumbler to the wall and fantasising that it was her body beneath mine and not Suzie's. I put my hands on her ankles and spread her legs as wide as her body could make them go and thrust in and out, giving her a full length pounding, from the base of my balls to the bunched up skin beneath the bulbous glans. She was whimpering as I used her, her hands pushing at my chest. "More!" I snapped angrily.

"Oh God, shit!" She babbled, almost spitting in my face. "So fucking good. Fuck me harder. Fuck my dirty hole. Give me all your hard cock. All the fucking way inside me. Ahhhh...."

"On your goddamn knees, slut." I ordered, ripping my cock out of her again. She trembled as she rolled over, and I grabbed her hips, pulling her violently around so that she faced the door. I reached beneath her and put my palm on her pussy, and she shivered and shook again as I roughly spread her legs, using my fingers to split her soaked vagina open, peeling her pussy lips apart impatiently.

"Oh Jesus," She moaned as I idly stroked her now red and inflamed asshole with my thumb, and she pushed her hips back at me. I circled the dark, puckered hole with the tip of my thumb while I shuffled into position behind her. She slumped onto her elbows, her curvaceous ass high in the air, moaning as I teased her pussy hole with the fat helmet of my penis and her delicate asshole with my thumb tip. She pushed back at me again and I slipped easily back inside her well lubricated canal, and simultaneously I speared my thumb deep into her ass. She cried out again, her body jerking involuntarily away from my probing thumb, and I let it slip back out. I slapped her hard on the butt with the palm of my hand and she yelped, looking back over her shoulder with angry, yet lustful eyes..

"Louder!" I insisted.

"Ahhhh ram that big fat cock in me, you bastard!" She hissed, and I drove it so deep inside her that I almost knocked her off her elbows and onto her face. I reached around her slender body and pulled at her hanging tits again as I pounded away at her. I had no idea what the time was but I knew it couldn't be long. "Ohhhh fuck...."

"More!" I commanded, pinching her nipples hard, and she cried out again.

" Oh fuck Oh fuck Oh fuck! Fuck me harder. Fuck meeeeeeeee...." She begged, writhing beneath me. I moved my hands to her ass and spread her cheeks apart as I hammered away at her, watching my shining, juice coated shaft disappearing into her hot, wet, tight pussy. I placed my hands so that my palms were on her ass cheeks and both thumbs were moving into the crack and threatening her asshole again and she groaned. "Yess! Oh yess! Shove your finger in my dirty ass."

"Louder!"

"Finger my fucking ass!" She squealed as my hard cock reamed out her pussy, and I pushed both thumbs together into her damp asshole. "Owwww!" She howled, and I could feel my meat through the thin wall of flesh separating her anal and vaginal canals with my thumbs. I began to moan now, eyes rolling back in my head as I concentrated on not coming. Not just yet. Jenny was coming again though, her spasming hole trying to coax the jizz out of my balls as I dug my thumbs deeper into her asshole, stabbed my cock all the way inside her, then the moment passed and she shuddered, groaning and moaning when I resumed my relentless screwing. I heard a scratching at the door, and I pulled a thumb out of Jenny's ass and grabbed her hair, pulling it back hard in one swift tug, lifting her off the floor until she was hanging there in my grasp, barely balanced on her knees, her back arched, tits and neck exposed to Suzie who was now standing in the open doorway, open mouthed, keys in hand. 

"No!" Jenny croaked, realising what I had done, and I gave the little black haired slut a couple of hard, frantic thrusts before I moaned and cried out myself, jet after jet of cum spurting inside her.

"You bastard!" Suzie yelled as her initial shock mutated into outrage. She hurled her handbag at me even as my balls sent their final delivery of semen into her sobbing flatmate, and I lazily batted it away with my hand, pushing Jenny off me and sending her sprawling onto the floor. The last I saw of her she had white streams of semen dripping out of her and onto the carpet as she crawled on hands and knees behind the sofa then I heard her bedroom door slam and the deadlock snick as she went into hiding from her furious flatmate.

I stood up in front of Suzie, hands on my hips, slowly beginning to soften while I grinned triumphantly - the timing had been absolutely perfect.

"Mother fucking bastard!" Suzie snarled again. "Why? Of all people why her you lousy, cheating piece of shit?"

"Why not?" I replied as I began to dress. "Best fuck I've had in ages. Much better than you and that sloppy cunt of yours. Too many black guys, that's your trouble." I laughed, forming a big circle with both my hands to get my message across.

"Get out!" She screamed, her face red with rage. I pulled up my pants and picked the rest of my stuff up off the floor, pushing past her as I left the apartment bare chested and finished dressing in the hallway outside. The door slammed behind me, and as I reached the stairwell I heard a muted banging and Suzie yelling at Jenny "Open the fucking door you whore!"

I laughed long and hard as I skipped down the stairs, pleased to find that the Mercedes had already gone from the parking lot. That was somebody else's problem now, and the cops were off on a wild goose chase chasing some poor kids that they thought were armed robbers.

I got in Suzie's Camaro and drove to my apartment to collect the rest of my stuff. I doubted she'd notice the car was missing for a while -- after all, she did have poor Jenny to deal with. Today had been a damn fine day. 



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Brynn sighed as she watched the snow fall outside. This was supposed to be a fun getaway for Mark and her. Cozy ski cabin, warm fire with a view of the mountainside, all the luxuries that they couldn't afford at home. Mark had come up with it as a celebration for six months together. 

Work had been difficult lately, and Brynn had been counting on the few days away to relax. The bar was fully stocked, thank goodness. She'd brought a book to read and had plans to curl up by the fire and read as a way to unwind. 

Instead, Mark had invited another couple to come with them. Wyatt and Cassie were nice people. Brynn had nothing bad to say about them. Cassie was bright and fun to talk to, and Wyatt was definitely easy on the eyes. Brynn knew that money was tight for Mark, but he opted to include another couple to defray the costs, rather than come to her for help. She would have gladly chipped in. 

The big shock, though, had come when they arrived at the cabin. Wyatt was there, but Cassie was nowhere to be seen. Wyatt, who had apparently already broken into the bar, called Mark aside and they went into the other room to talk. 

When Mark returned, he had a grim look on his face. Brynn already had an inkling of what was going on, though she didn't know the details of the story. "So what happened to Cassie?"

Mark sighed. "When Wyatt got to Cassie's place, she dumped him. Apparently, she'd met someone else and so she's going to date the other guy instead. Wyatt was so shocked that he just drove up here without thinking."

"And now he's too drunk to go home, right?"

Mark nodded. "Trust me. I gave him a sobriety test to check. He's nowhere near ready to drive."

"So we're stuck here with him tonight?" Brynn looked over at her book, suspecting that it was the only comfort she would have tonight. 

Mark nodded. "Afraid so. Is that - I mean, are you mad?"

Brynn looked at him, gazing into his eyes. He was a kind man, but sometimes she wondered if he understood women. "I'm not thrilled, but I'm not going to throw a fit, if that's what you're asking."

He nodded. Mark went to the bar and got the ice bucket. Brynn watched from the window as he went outside and filled the bucket with snow. "This should work well," Mark said as he thrust a bottle of champagne into the snow-filled bucket. 

He came back with a plate of appetizers. He set them in front of Brynn, and then popped the cork from the champagne. "I have the grill fired up, so we'll have steaks soon. I didn't invite Wyatt for the cocktail hour. He's already had too much of that, but I invited him to have dinner - I thought it might help sober him up somewhat."

Brynn gave him a twisted smile. "Sounds good."

By the time that they finished the bottle of champagne, Brynn could almost tolerate having someone else in the cabin. Wyatt hadn't shown his face since the talk with Mark, and she could pretend that he'd gone away. 

Dinner had been a bit less than a success. Mark had overcooked the steaks a little, and Wyatt had come to dinner, looking no less drunk than he had earlier. Brynn wondered if he'd stashed some bottles in his room before they had arrived. 

Wyatt dominated the conversation, unfortunately, spending the entire meal talking about Cassie and how he'd been too good for her. Brynn had tried to change the conversation several times, but everything always led back to Cassie. 

Dinner had finished, and Wyatt disappeared. Brynn flopped back on the sofa, saying, "I'm glad that we don't have to see much more of him. He's exhausting me with all this talk of break-ups."

Mark stood behind her and began to massage her shoulders. "I'm really sorry for this. As soon as he sobers up, I swear he's out of here."

His hands slid lower on her back, rubbing out the knots and tense muscles. Brynn let out a soft moan. 

"Save those for later," Mark said softly. "I have an idea for now. The hot tub is outside, and I can't think of anything more fun than being outside under the stars with you and a bottle of champagne."

Brynn tilted her head back and smiled. "I'm having trouble figuring out if you're more interested in me or the champagne."

"Both," Mark said, as he moved his hands away. "Meet you out at the hot tub in ten, okay?"

Brynn agreed and headed to her room to change. She was looking forward to this. She'd brought a low-cut bikini that left little to the imagination. It was definitely something that should spark the evening. 

She came out of the door and headed outside. Seeing no signs of either male, she slid on a pair of boots and walked out to the hot tub. The steam from the Jacuzzi wafted up into the air, making the entire scene seem misty. A lone male figure sat quietly in the tub, facing the other way. 

Brynn slid down into the tub. She had thought it was Mark in the tub, but when she rubbed her leg against his body, she immediately realized that it was Wyatt. He looked up at her with lust in his expression. 

He saw the shock on her face and his expression changed immediately. "Sorry, I guess you were thinking that I was Mark. I just came out here to give you some privacy."

Brynn wondered if her embarrassment showed. She hadn't really done anything wrong, but the contact of Wyatt against her skin still made her leg tingle. What was up with that?

Mark came out in a second. He was dressed in a pair of board shorts. Nothing provocative in what he was wearing. She admired his physique again. He had broad shoulders, with flat, muscled pecs and flat abs on his thin waist. 

He had another bottle of champagne in his hand. He slid down into the tub, and then realized that Wyatt was there too.

"Hey, Wyatt. Wasn't expecting to see you here," he said. He didn't seem to have any strong opinion on the matter though. His tone was even, nearly monotone. 

Wyatt nodded. "Yeah, thought I was getting out of your hair out here." Wyatt picked up his drink, a dark amber liquid that sparkled against the moon and stars. He finished the drink and set it down again. 

Mark didn't respond. Instead, he popped open the bottle of champagne. He handed it to Brynn, who took a long swig from it. She was going to need something in this awkward situation.

Mark took a drink from the bottle as well. He looked across the hot tub at Wyatt, cleared his throat, and said, "Dude, could you give us some privacy out here? You know..." He let the sentence trail off. 

Wyatt started to say something and then stopped. Instead, he stood up. Brynn ran her eyes down Wyatt's firm chest and the ridges of his eight pack. She'd known he was in good shape, but she never would have expected a body like a model. 

Then her eyes dropped lower. She was stunned. Wyatt was hard. Not just interested and fluffed, but rock hard and ready. Wyatt was wearing a little square cut suit that left nothing to the imagination. He was big, bigger than Mark, and uncut. She didn't have to guess about that; she could see the head of his member poking above the waistband. 

Mark said, "Jesus, man, do something."

Wyatt sat back down in the hot tub. Brynn noticed that he didn't seem embarrassed. He met her gaze when she looked over at him, and the lust she'd seen earlier had returned. He gave her a smile before he ducked his eyes and looked away. 

Mark took a long draw on the champagne. Brynn hoped that he was leaving enough for her, since this looked to be a long night. He started to hand it to her, but Wyatt stood again and reached to take the bottle. 

He was less than a foot from Brynn, and she could see him clearly. More of his member was now protruding from the shorts. He took a sip from the bottle and then handed it to her. "Drink up," he said. Brynn took a drink and handed the empty back to Mark. 

Wyatt smiled at Mark. "Why don't you get us another bottle, buddy?" he suggested, but Mark didn't budge. Wyatt laughed, and said, "I'll get it." He pulled himself out of the tub and Brynn could clearly see his full body as he wrapped a towel around himself. 

Mark started talking as soon as Wyatt was out of sight. "I'm sorry. Jeez, I would have thrown him out if I'd known he would do this." 

"Don't worry about it. He's just trying to get a reaction because he's hurt."

Mark caught her gaze and his mouth dropped open. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? He's putting on a show, and you're turned on by it."

Before Brynn could speak, Mark stood up in the tub. Brynn thought he was going to leave, but instead he pulled down his board shorts and stepped out of them. Like Wyatt, he was hard and ready. Brynn hadn't been expecting this, but the sudden burst of daringness turned her on. She reached over and stroked Mark's length. The action encouraged him, and Mark moved in and kissed her hard on the mouth. She felt his tongue press against her lips, and she parted them slightly so that he could enter. His tongue was hot and wanting, and it found hers and began to lick and dance with hers. 

Neither of them heard Wyatt return. He put the two bottles of champagne next to the hot tub and stepped in. 

"Live porn, gotta love it," he said. 

"Wyatt, why don't you -" Mark began. 

"Stay," Brynn said. "Please."

Wyatt laughed, and she watched as he stripped off his shorts. His uncut dick snapped back to near touch his abs. 

"Don't mind me," he said. 

Mark tried to ignore him and went back to kissing Brynn. His tongue returned to her mouth and stroked her tongue. One of his hands slid around her waist while the other began trying to untie her bikini top. She moved so that his member slid between her legs, teasing him with what would soon happen. He moaned as she shifted against him. 

He broke off the kiss as the bikini ties fell loose. Mark's head ducked lower and began to lick at her nipple. He bit the right nipple and licked at it until it became hard. Then he started on the left. She opened her eyes to see Wyatt staring at her. She beckoned him to come closer, and he grinned as he moved across the tub. 

She leaned towards him, and he got the hint. His mouth was on hers. The kiss was less urgent, and Wyatt let his tongue slide into her mouth slowly, exploring and tasting. He bit her bottom lip before he pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth. 

Mark had licked both nipples until they were rocks. Brynn moaned slightly into Wyatt's mouth as Mark's hands slid down her body and gently removed the bikini bottoms. 

Wyatt's hands found her breasts as Mark ran his hands lightly over her thighs. Her body was ready to explode from the overload of sensations. Wyatt only used his fingers to toy with the nipples, moving back and forth between them. He watched her face as he tweaked them. 

Mark's fingers were at her opening now. She could feel the first fingertip slide into her, and she moaned. The noise only made Mark push more of his finger into her. She could tell when he was in up to the last knuckle. Once in, he began moving in and out slowly. Brynn closed her eyes again and allowed the feeling to wash over her. Mark could tell how much she was enjoying the touch, and he added a second finger to her. Now as he moved in and out of her, Mark made sure to brush along her pleasure zone. Each pass sent shivers up her spine. 

Wyatt leaned in and kissed Brynn again. Brynn could tell that he wanted to be more involved. She opened her mouth to him. The kisses were more insistent now, sloppier and filled with desire. Their tongues met and danced as she felt Mark's fingers inside of her. Brynn reached down and found Wyatt's member. She slowly stroked its length as they kissed. She'd never touched a man with foreskin before, and the sensation was different. She pulled it all the way up and then slid it back towards his balls. 

He pulled back from her mouth and whispered, "You'd better take it easy, or this won't last long." 

Mark laughed at the comment. He took the moment to add a third finger, and now Brynn felt full with him. She bent her knees to meet his hand. She began to set a rhythm with Mark as he filled her and rubbed against her. 

Wyatt dropped to his knees in front of her, so that both of them were there. Mark pulled his fingers out of Brynn, not sure what Wyatt wanted to do. Wyatt took Mark's fingers and slid them into his mouth. Brynn shivered with anticipation, realizing what was going to happen next. Wyatt's face moved towards her stomach, and she felt his hot tongue lap the juices that had begun to run down her legs. His tongue followed the juices back to their source, and he teased her opening. His tongue slowly slid inside of her. She gasped as he found pushed in and out of her. 

Mark stood up and kissed her now. Brynn's hand went down to his member and stroked on it while Wyatt lapped at her. She could feel the warmth inside of her, heating her whole body as they stood in the chilly air. Wyatt pushed his tongue into her again and this time he teased her pleasure zones. She whimpered as Wyatt pushed at it with his tongue. 

Wyatt stood suddenly. She broke off the kiss with Mark just in time for Wyatt to kiss her. He tasted of her juices and she licked at his lips to taste herself. 

Without warning, she felt Wyatt push his whole body against hers and his member pressed against her opening, asking to enter. She shifted slightly, and Wyatt thrust inside of her, hard and deep. She moaned as he pulled himself almost all the way out. She turned her head slightly to see Mark. Her boyfriend's lips were red and full, and she could see traces of her juices on his chin. He stroked himself as he watched them. He hadn't moved back and he almost touched them with each stroke. 

Wyatt shifted so that Brynn could sit on the edge of the hot tub. She braced her hands on the rim as he pushed into her again. Her legs went up and around him, almost instinctively, and he wrapped his arms around her. 

Wyatt grinned as he pulled out slowly and thrust into her hard. His pace was still slow, but Brynn knew that it would soon be faster than she could handle. The heat inside of her was building, and she moaned again as he pushed into her. "Faster, please," she whispered. 

Wyatt smiled at her and complied. His pace grew faster, in and out like a piston engine. Each thrust filled her until she could feel her own orgasm flow through her. She could feel the thin layer of sweat that covered her as Wyatt continued to push. Wave after wave of heat ran through her until finally she could feel his own spasms as he came. He pulled out, still gasping and grinned at her. 

Mark didn't let a moment waste. He gently brushed Wyatt to the side and stepped into his place. Brynn wasn't sure what he was going to do, but she wrapped her arms around him as he moved between her legs. Still watching her, Mark slid into her. Brynn wrapped her legs around him. Slipping his hands under her butt, Mark stood up and brought Brynn with him. 

The maneuver thrust him deep into her, and again she could feel the sparks of another climax start to build inside of her. She was surprised, knowing that normally she needed time before starting again. However, the different position and Mark's deep thrusts into her were having the desired effect. 

Using his arms, Mark was moving her so that he slid in and almost out. The thrusts were quick and deep. She shifted so that her arms were securely wrapped around his neck, and then she just enjoyed the ride. Mark was moving his arms quickly, and even in the moonlight Brynn could see the ripple of muscles through his arms and chest. She licked one of them while he continued to shove into her. 

Brynn could see that Wyatt was stroking himself to his own private porn show, which turned her on more. The thought of making two men climax for her was intoxicating. 

Mark made noises like he was going to shoot soon. He bit his bottom lip, but he kept moving in and out until Brynn was there again. This time the heat struck her like a tidal wave, one crashing wave of heat that left her panting. He continued thrusting until she was done and could catch her breath. Then he set her down on the edge of the hot tub. Wyatt must have released as well because there were strings of his juices on the surface of the water. 

Brynn slid back into the tub. Both men followed suit. They sat there, watching the winter sky until Brynn said, "I'm going to bed. Are you coming?" and both men got up to follow her.