0 comments/ 5688 views/ 6 favorites Week's Vacation Day 01 By: wetandwhat We had been talking almost a full year online and on the phone. We'd cammed and sent snail mail and email. Now Brian was really here, in my drive way. I could see him through a small gap in the living room curtains as he hopped out of his beat up 67 Chevy. I knew from a dozen different conversations that the truck was his baby rescued from a junkyard. He had slowly rebuilt and or replaced every inch of it. Its problems were all cosmetic now according to Brian he just needed to reline the bed and give it a paint job. I didn't mind the primer gray and I enjoyed the classic lines and cute sidesteps on the front of the short bed. I wasn't looking at the truck now however my attention was captured by the twin distractions of his adorable butt in tight jeans as he leaned back in the truck to grab a rucksack style bag and throw it over his shoulder. He grabbed something from the dash before slamming the cab door and turning toward my house. My heart skipped and my breath caught in my throat. I was unbearably excited and filled with a sudden shyness. What if he didn't like me in person. I stroked my sweaty palms over the full curves of my hips and outer thighs. Should I just go out and meet him or wait for him to knock? I smacked both hands against my own ass to move myself. I opened the door and stepped onto the small covered front porch. It was just big enough for the 4 foot long porch swing to one side and the five tier spiral plant stand I'd covered in ferns on the other. Brian was just mounting the top step and his face broke in a grin revealing his dimples to me for the first time in person. "My Michelle!" he exclaimed. He seemed to set down his bag, close the gap between us, and wrap me in his arms in the space of one of my stuttering heat beats. I inhaled deeply smelling a faint whiff of lectric shave and a hint of old spice over fabric softener. Delicious. He lifted me completely off my feet before setting me back down and drawing back just enough to kiss my cheek. His nose burrowed in my neck and I felt one hand stroking my back. To this day it's the only hug I can remember being both to short and to long, to tight and far to loose. I would happily have crawled into his clothes with him if I could have. He must have felt the same as the stroking hand slipped under my shirt to press my bare skin. It was sexy but still innocent in that I somehow knew his only intention was just being closer to me. I was laughing in happiness when we finally broke apart and his deep chuckles quickly joined mine. Our eyes locked and he caught up one of my hands in his. I was completely captured by him in that moment. My heartbeat was slow and steady. "You want to sit out here or come on in?" I motioned my head slightly toward the door unable to break eye contact. He brought his other hand up and I saw he was holding a small posy style clutch of roadside weeds and flowers. "I want to come in." I took the flowers and felt my face go up in flame. I had a sudden clear image of what we would look like to others. Me blushing with a half mile wide smile with a handsome young man, clutching hands so tight both were a bit white knuckled and it made me laugh again. The loud outburst seemed almost rude to me as it was right in his face but he only smiled wider. "I picked um myself darlin'," he played bashful grinding a toe into the porch and hid his face by looking down. He looked up winking and I wondered at his ability to understand exactly where my mind had went. He leaned back and snagged the strap of his bag in one hand. I caught him and myself by surprise as I leaned in to kiss his cheek and caught his lips instead. Our lips seem to meld together before his parted and closed over my lower lip. I felt the faintest touch of his tongue before his lips dragged across mine and where gone. His hand cupped my cheek, calluses rough against my soft skin. My eyes didn't want to open and let the moment end. I wanted to savor it, to live it over and over again. His lips touched my nose and my eyes flew open suddenly aware what a fool I must look like standing there eyes closed and lips half pursed. He wasn't looking though, his eyes were closed as well and his forehead leaned into mine before he opened them. This close looking into his eyes seemed more intimate than anything I'd done with my last boyfriend. I turned and lead him into the house by our still clasped hands. "You can put your bag there," I pointed to a small bench I kept in the front hall beside a standing coat rack. "Or I can show you around and you can put it away?" I ended the question a little uncertainly. We'd talked about sleeping arrangements before many times and he was supposed to stay in my spare bedroom but I realized now I did not want to miss a single second I could spend with this man before he left. "Here's okay. My bags are still out in the back of the truck. This is yours. I made it myself." He added the last sheepishly and set it down. He motioned to it with a flourish. I picked up my part sticking the flowers to my nose and batting my eyes at him in what I'm sure was more a sycophantic display than the coquettish one was going for. "For me? Oh my, flowers and gifts. You do know how to spoil a girl sir." I pretended to turn serious. "Is it your dirty laundry?" He laughed and undid the top draw string and opened the top. He pulled out a rumpled t-shirt and I was confused for a moment before I laughed with him. He slid the bag down and I squealed with excitement when I saw the wings appear. I stepped up beside him to see the exquisitely carved butterfly wings better. It was a butterfly with its wings partially opened at rest on a more rally carved lump of wood I recognized as a fence post. There was a traditional pattern engraved on the wings but with a raised overlay of floral vines with tiny five pedaled flowers. It stood at least a foot and a half tall and was made of a rich dark wood. I marveled at his skill and the level of detail in each leaf and petal, the wrinkles and ridges of the butterfly's abdomen. The time it must have took to do this staggered me. "You made this for me? Really? Oh my gosh I love it. Look at it! You can't be serious this must have taken you months. Oh my God" I didn't bother to pause for him to answer my questions I was completely blown away at the generosity of this gift. I' d seen some of his smaller work over cam and had been amazed at how good it was but I'd never really understood just how truly talented he was. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Of coarse! I'm positive I made it just for you.Well my dad roughed out the basic shape for me with his jigsaw, but I did all the detail by hand. It's probably the best time we've spent together in years. I did a lot of the detail work while we talked on the phone." Brian's father a lifelong carpenter and artist himself, hadn't been hugely pleased with his son enlisting in the air force even if I did provide the education he wanted his only son to get. I hugged him tightly and only loosened my hold to jump excitedly against him thanking him over and over. I stepped away and slid my fingers over the satin smooth tip of one richly grained wing. "I'm goanna put it in my bedroom so it can be the last and first thing I see every day." I thanked him for another 15 minutes and minutely examined every detail of the sculpture. Exclaiming over it repeatedly and enjoying the obvious pride Brian showed without being in the least cocky or obnoxious. How did such a good looking, smart man end up so humble and unaware? At my request he carried it to my bedroom and placed it on the tall dresser directly across from my bed. My bedroom was the furthest room back and I gave him the dime tour as we worked our way back to the front of the house. I showed him the spare bedroom without a word as to it being where he'd sleep and moved on to the hall bath. I showed him the store of towels and trial size soaps, shampoos and toothpastes I kept in the narrow linen cabinet along with extra toilet paper. We worked our way through the kitchen and living room and I began to notice a trend in the things Brian paid close attention to. His hands had brushed over my pillow and then a pair of lounge pants I'd left draped over my vanity chair. In the living room he'd stared intently at my overstuffed blue couch. In the kitchen he'd rubbed his hands over the counter of my island unconsciously. I'd felt my face flush watching those hands rub over tiles I'd described him lying me back on in a steamy letter. We stopped in the room my cousins and friends had helped me add on to the house last summer. We'd done the best we could on built in bookshelves covering every inch of wall that didn't contain the two large windows. They were full to bursting with hardbacks and paperbacks mixed and mingling, stacked and standing in rows in a way I thought was fun and enjoyable to look at. I knew it wasn't perfect but I was extremely proud of this room as it was the only one that always felt truly mine. I'd inherited the house when my father passed three years ago. I'd never been close with the man and though he'd kept a room ready for me I'd never spent a night in the house until it'd become mine. I'd be forever grateful to him for thinking to take care of me after he was gone in a way he couldn't when he was here as he'd also left me a good bit of money in his life insurance policy. To be 19 and a homeowner with the money for college wasn't heard of in my small town. We sat down on the worn leather love seat that sprawled oversized with a matching chair and ottoman in the middle of the room. "I love your house. Everything feels like a home. You know what I mean?" He threw his booted feet up on the ottoman and opened his arm toward me. I slid into his side, turned sideways so I could look up into his face. His arm enclosed me and his fingers began to stroke circles over my hip. "I'm glad it comes off that way, it's been a hard slog making it my own. My dad had some dark funky taste." I made a blech face at the memory of the dark walls and overly bright floral prints. I could feel the rumble of his laugh against my chest and the warmth of it seemly oozed through me. I could smell a hint of mint on his breath when it puffed over my face. The moment seemed very intimate and I wondered when he'd kiss me again. I spontaneously captured his free hand in mine, entwining our fingers. I noted that his hands while callused were fine with long fingers and large square palms. "What did you call the living room color again?" he asked. "It was mushed peas baby poop brown," I said promptly. "What color is it now?" his voice was a bit vague and I took it as disapproval. "It's called pearl star. You don't like it?" "No I do. I just couldn't think of anything to ask to get you started talking. I'm just not feeling my wittiest right now. I'm a bit ..." He trailed of and looked down pointedly. I realized he must have an excellent view into my cleavage which was pressed into his chest. I didn't move but clenched my hand tucked between the small of his back and the couch into a fist. I licked my dry lips. "Are you tired from the long drive?" I tried to ask innocently but I'm sure my flushed cheeks gave me away. He smiled and leaned toward me, his eyes flickered down again and I lost my cool following his gaze. My cleavage was indeed on prominent display but beyond that I saw what had truly distracted him. I'd settled our entwined hands on top of a growing bulge in his jeans. I jerked my hand away mumbling an incoherent apology. His hand rose and slid up my neck thumb tilting my chin up so he could settle his lips on my own. He kissed me deeply. His tongue licking first over my lower then my upper lip before sliding in to taste me. It darted forward and slid over my own engaging me fully in the kiss. Our lips moved and slipped over each others. I had no idea how long the kiss lasted but I felt short of breath, my hand pressed over his heart and I was fully melted into his side by the time he pulled away. His hand covered mine and he squeezed. "I didn't mind, just so you know. In case you know you couldn't tell. I mean it might not have been obvious but ..." We both laughed as he trailed off. "It must not have been because I honestly didn't notice you not minding," I said blushing. I looked up to find his gaze intense and focused on my face. "It's even more charming in person." "The blushing?" I asked. "The whole package." His arms circled me and tightened. His lips devoured mine and I lost track of time again. We necked and whispered softly to each other like teenagers who had to be quiet or get caught for the next two hours. It was his stomach instead of parents that broke us apart. It began growling so vehemently I could feel in my own stomach pressed against his side. I laughed and extricated myself from his arms. "Come on I'll start dinner and you can get your bags outta the truck." "Okay," He pretended reluctance, "if you insist on cooking me dinner I'll put this on hold." His kissed my lips softly to emphasize his point. We parted ways in the kitchen and I pulled the lasagna I'd put together the day before out of the fridge. I set the oven and started gathering up salad fixens, singing James Carrington's Ache softly to myself. I choked on a high note when I realized he was right behind me listening. I didn't bother to turn but I could hear him boost himself onto the island behind me. "You have a pretty singing voice. Don't stop on my account," he encouraged. "I can't carry a tune in a bucket," I scoffed. I held up a red bell pepper and onion and motioned to the salad greens. "Yes, no, both?" "Both, please. I said you have a pretty voice and I never said anything else. You want me to mangle something, make myself useful?" "No I got this. I caught what you just said there, too." I smiled over my shoulder at him and pulled out my compost bucket before I moved to slide the lasagna in the oven. "Would you like some wine? I think I have a bottle. I know I have beer, water or some sweet tea?" I turned the end into a question. I handed him his indicated beer out of the fridge and moved to work my way through the pepper, half the onion, and a cucumber. We chatted about things I'd done to fix up the house, sliding into a conversation that carried us to setting the table and dinner. I felt a ease of being with him that allowed me to converse easily while still feeling the thrilling newness of our being together. I was surprised and pleased when Brian immediately began gathering dishes and washing them in the sink after we finished eating. I wrapped leftovers, sliding them away into the fridge and placed empty beer bottles in the recycling. We worked around each other smoothly without speaking until the kitchen was as tidy as when I'd started. "Thanks for helping me clean up." "No problem. I was happy to help. I will confess to having ulterior motives as well." He stepped close taking one of my hands in his and putting his other through my hair. His voice turned husky, "I just want to cuddle back up with you. I figured if I earned some brownie points I could convince you I deserved a little more lovin'." I flushed, "You don't really have to convince me." We moved into the living room and Brian took off his boots and I followed suit with my own shoes, removing my socks as well. I wiggled my toes splaying them and pressing them into the carpet. When I looked up from stuffing my socks in their respective shoes Brian was laid back in a corner of the couch legs stretched out along the cushions. I grabbed the remote turning the TV to a channel that played soft rock and showed local advertising. I half lay down beside him propping myself on one elbow before he wrapped his arms around me and tugged until I was draped over his chest. "Comfy?" he asked wiggling himself a little deeper into the cushions at his back. I managed to nod before his lips closed over mine. They were warm and soft as they slipped over my cheek and closed over my ear lobe. His breath stirred my hair, tickling my neck when he breathed in my ear, "Is this where you'd normally lay to talk to me?" I nodded again. I could feel my arousal quickly returning to the same frustrated level it had been at earlier. "Exactly were you're at." "I knew I liked this spot," he responded. His hands were roaming, lightly massaging over my back, hips, and butt. He pulled me tightly into the side of his hip and I pressed back sliding one thigh up and over his. He took advantage of this by running a hand down the back of my thigh from the cheek he'd been squeezing. He latched a hand behind my knee pulling my crotch even firmer against his hip. I had the almost irresistible urge to begin humping his thigh. I pressed my own hands over every inch of his chest I wasn't covering with my own before bringing them up behind his neck and clasping his head I pulled his lips back up to mine. He groaned in approval. His hand slid slowly up my side from behind my knee all the way to the side of my breast. My nipple hardened before his palm covered it. His hand was almost to gentle and I pressed myself into his touch. I felt frustrated when his hand slid away and I must have groaned in frustration because his lips broke form mine. "Is this okay?" I realized his hand was slipping under the edge of my tee, his fingers light and almost tickling on my side and stomach. "Uh-huh," I affirmed. My lips found the lobe of his ear and his head tipped to the side. I could hear his ragged breathing and I was aware of his erection pressed firmly against the top of my thigh. His fingers burrowed under the cup of my bra and slowly slipped it up and off my breast. I made no protest but moaned and softly bit at his neck when the underwire scraped over my nipple. He cupped my breast and his thumb began rubbing over my nipple first around, then flicking across it. My lips worked up to his again, kissing him deeply. I could feel my hips flexing almost against my will pressing myself pleasurably into him. His hand moved and my breast felt cold suddenly as he grabbed both hips in his hands. He shifted me over so I was atop him. He lifted me a little until he could scoot himself over so my thighs straddled him. One of his hands wormed between us and I tried to lift myself away but his other arm tightened as if to prevent me from escaping. I felt the hand between us shifting his package even as the back worked against the crotch of my jeans. When he finished his hips rocked up against me gently and his hands smoothed under my shirt to caress my lower back. My shirt was taken with his hands as they slowly worked up my back and I lifted my chest wanting his hands on my breasts. He broke our kiss to ask softly, "Can I?" His hands were already working my shirt up and I raised my arms in response. He groaned at the sight of my exposed chest. I looked down at myself feeling awkward when I registered my bra still had one cup pushed up. It exposed the full lower globe and hardened nipple, aureole drawn up and puckered around it. I wanted to jerk my bra cup down and I wanted to take it off completely. My lust won over shyness and I sat up and began to raise my hands behind my back to unclasp my bra. Brians hands smoothed up my ribs pushing both cups up out of his way as if he couldn't wait a moment longer to touch me. I slid the bra straps down my arms and dropped it to the floor. I felt wanton and brave suddenly. I let my head fall back and began to slowly thrust my hips. I could feel the hot heat spreading between my legs and knew I was sopping wet. His fingers plucked at my nipples and I felt overwhelmed with sensation. The rasp of our jeans and heavy breathing seemed to drown out the music in the background. Week's Vacation Day 01 "Fuck you're so sexy. Look at me while you're grinding against my cock." His voice was low and commanding. I lifted my head and locked eyes with him. He reached and pulled some of my hair forward to drape over my breast on one side and I could see his enjoyment of the view. His eyes flickered to meet mine and back to his hands on my breasts. I looked down to watch with him. He groaned harshly and his hands grabbed my hips halting their movement. "DId I hurt you? Jesus I'm sorry." My hands rose and covered my mouth and I leaned down to peer in his tight face. His jaw was clenched with eyes closed tight. His eyes flew open and he laughed pulling me down against his chest. "No," he exclaimed. "I was about two seconds from cuming in my jeans like a sixteen year old boy." He laughed it out and his fingers combed through my hair. I smiled, hiding my face in his neck to confess. "I wouldn't have minded. I wasn't that far off myself. If the jeans weren't between us I probably would have already." His hands roamed down to my buttocks gripping them and moving down the back of my thighs. "Yeah? You want to slide your hot little pussy bare against my jeans or up and down the length of my cock?" His cheek pressed my temple as he turned his lips toward my ear. His voice was a low growl that melted through me. "Your cock," I confessed. "I think the very thought of it's sexy. My lips would part and surround you as I rocked back and forth." I slipped a hand between us and popped the button of his jeans. "You'd be able to see the head of your cock appear and disappear trapped between my wet cunt and your stomach." This was a favorite fantasy of mine as I ground against the shaft of my dildo alone in my bed but not something I'd ever actually done. My heart sped at how close I might be to living it out. I slid his zipper down and palmed his erection through the soft material of his briefs moving it along the shaft to illustrate what my pussy would do. He shifted me and rolled us onto our sides, a hand palmed me through my jeans. "Fuck you're wet I can tell. I want that." His lips dragged over mine tongue thrusting hotly as he furiously worked the closures open on my jeans. His jerked them halfway down my thighs before he palmed my wet panties. "Oh god. So wet," he groaned. Both our palms worked a bit frantically for a minute, tongues tangled together. Then his fingers slipped around the crotch sliding instantly between slick lips and over my engorged labia and clit. I gasped hips bucking. One finger slid inside. "Fucking tight," he ground out before the finger and his whole body withdrew. My eyes flew open to see him whipping his shirt off. He dropped his jeans stomping out of them and his socks. One foot briefly became caught half out of a overstretched sock almost tipping him over. He caught his balance and grabbed the sock off with one hand. The urgency of the strip was sexy to me as I felt an urgency myself and I shucked off my jeans. His hand caught one of mine as I began to lower my panties over my hips. I stopped and lay back. His eyes locked me in place and he slowed lowered the band of his underwear until his hard cock sprang free. The thick jut seemed to defy gravity and his balls were as clean shaven as his face. I missed the rest of the removal as I took in the ripple of muscle across shoulders and sides. His biceps flexed as he gripped behind my knees and pulled my hips to the edge of the couch and wide apart. His palms smoothed up the insides of my thighs and over my mound. I moaned at the contact. One finger hooked the crotch of my panties and he stroked his knuckle over my lips as his face lowered to me. His lips pressed the skin between my belly button and waistband. I watched his nostrils flare as he inhaled my scent deeply. The hooked finger pulled aside panties and his tongue stroked up flattening over my slit and protruding inner labia. I felt it sweep over my clit and moaned hands moving to clutch my own breasts. His fingers parted and explored my labia as he watched. "You taste better than I imagined. You're wetter, too." He began working my panties off and I drew up my legs to help. His forearm against the back of my thighs pushed my bent knees toward my chest as he pulled the panties free of my feet and balled them in one fist. I briefly felt a trapped panic as I began tipping back under his press but it vanished as his tongue buried itself between my lips and rode my clit. I was panting out moans by the time he withdrew. "Here Michelle," He directed me to stand and turn with him. He sat back on the couch. One hand wrapped around his cock stroking it in a way that told me he was unable to help himself. I giggled in excitement and anticipation as I moved to straddle his hips. His hand slid off his cock and up to part my pussy lips over him smoothly as I settled into place. I began rocking against him. My wetness slicked him as we both stared at his swollen cock head emerging and disappearing again under me. It was better than my fantasies. I was so slick with desire my normally over sensitive clit simply thrilled at the slipping contact. My vaginal muscles contracted aching with emptiness at every back slide. "Yes! Slow and steady baby," he encouraged. One hand smoothed over my stomach and his thumb slipped down to ride beside my clit. The rest of his hand gripped and pushed at my mons so he began to control the rhythm. "I'm so fucking close to losing it right now. Are you close baby? Tell me what you need." "I'm close too." I pressed myself tighter to him and bit my lip. I steadied myself with a hand on his shoulder and the other gripped a breast firmly thumb and forefinger clamped around the nipple. His free hand did the same with other. A small orgasm began shuttering through me and I moaned out, over and over. "Yeah! Oh God yeah!" His hips lifted under me and his thumb almost painfully began circling my clit. I opened my eyes to see cum oozing from the tip of his cock. It was strung up over his abdomen and pooling into his belly button. The sight was electric to me and I continued to grind on him hoping for a second harder orgasm. "FUCK!" he was hoarse. He sat up suddenly and slid me back. His spread thighs kept mine parted wide and his middle fingers delved deep and his thumb ground my clit. The whole grip was almost painful with every hard fucking thrust of his fingers. I wouldn't have protested even if his mouth hadn't covered mine, his tongue kept the rhythm of his fingers. I began cuming hard. I keened back in my throat as his lips still sealed mine. I clutched his shoulders thighs flexing almost to cramping. The waves of pleasure rolled over me and I barely registered his turning to flop us both on our sides. I pulled my leg out from under his and wrapped the other over his hip. His fingers pulled free of me with a wet sucking sound made my face me burn blushing even though I felt wrung so dry at the moment. "You're so beautiful. So incredibly sexy and sweet." His whispered words made me shiver and hold him tighter. I could smell my own musk and a hint of manly sweat strongly as he raised his slick fingers to his lips. He licked one finger making a husky appreciative sound as if it were pudding. My face burned but I was secretly pleased. He stoked his other moist finger lightly over my lower lip. "Have you ever tasted yourself?" I licked my lip almost unconsciously as I shook my head negatively. I wasn't sweet on my own lips the taste was somehow dark and a little earthy but not entirely unpleasant. He stroked his finger over both lips and kissed the moistness he left behind away. I became aware of the stickiness between our abdomens and wondered at his own taste. My pussy felt stretched and sated but I found myself wondering how long he'd need before he could become aroused again. I pictured my lips wrapping around his cock and I got a taste of the power I always enjoyed at giving head. I don't know what he saw reflected in my face of my thoughts but he hugged me close and pressed his lips to my ear. "Soon," his voice was promising. "I'm not going to waste a moment of this week with you. You better start protesting woman or it'll be to late." His hands clamped over my ass pulling me tight into him. "To late to escape me. To late to make me believe you really need to wear clothes ever again. To late to save yourself from me using every inch of you. Tasting you over and over again." He lightly nipped at my neck below my earlobe and I moaned in pleasure. "Like that do you?" He nipped my neck again. I did like it and let him know by moaning again. "Okay." I said happily. "Clothes will be worn in the kitchen though and how do you know you shouldn't be running right now?" I mock growled and nipped his shoulder. "Not all the time," he protested and it took me a moment to realize he was protesting my clothes in the kitchen comment. I laughed, happy and unable to hold it back. I rubbed my face into his chest enjoying his scent and the tickle of his chest hair. I felt like I finally understood why cats rubbed themselves against legs. I could have rubbed myself over every inch of him laughing instead of purring. He hugged me tighter and stroked the back of the thigh draped over his hip. We lay like that talking about silly and serious things in turn stroking hands over each others bodies. Fingers learning the curves and planes, the touches that pleased or tickled. At some point my hand began to softly massage his balls feeling their heft and the soft smoothness of the sensitive skin. My index finger slipped behind them to stroke the softly puckered ridge of skin. He moaned sliding his thighs wider apart. I chuckled in his ear, "I know how to get between your legs now." I stroked the area before massaging it in soft circles. His previously soft cock was rapidly stiffening against my inner forearm. His hand slipped behind my knee and lifted pulling my own thighs open. His other hand removed my fingers from him sliding my palm up to cover one of his small puckered nipples. I'd discovered he liked my palm rubbed over them in small circles earlier and I automatically began teasing it. I felt his hand between us again and the tip of his penis rubbed against clit. "Is this how I get between yours?" His eyes looked into mine and I understood he was asking permission. I nodded, tilting my hips toward him. He slid inside slowly, his eyes closing. I watched his face enjoying how hard he was fighting for control. His jaw was tight and I could feel the flex and twitch of his abdominal muscles. I could tell he wanted to hurry but was holding himself back. His eyes opened when he'd entered me fully. "Jesus you're tight. Is this okay?" I wasn't a virgin but I wasn't hugely experienced either. I'd never had anyone ask that and I melted inside at the sweetness. I nodded, "It feels good." I gripped him with my vaginal muscles and saw his eyes widen. I gripped and loosened slowly wringing a moan from him and his hips bucked against me involuntarily. He rolled me onto my back began pumping his hips. It was to fast and wild at first but he quickly calmed into a smoother pace. I lifted to meet his thrusts and threw one leg over the couch back to open myself more fully to him. I slipped my hands around to caress and pull him closer. He put a forearm down beside my shoulder to support his upper body weight and I caught a glimpse of his other white knuckled gripping the couch back. "I'm not going to last long," he confessed raggedly. "Can you cum like this? Just from my cock I mean? I want us to cum together. Tell me what you need." My own breathing was rough and I didn't answer but slipped one hand down to thrust my middle fingers against either side of my clit. I had no clue if given time I would have cum from his thrusts they felt amazing enough to make me eager and hot to reach a climax. "Oh god yeah," his voice was full of a heady approval. "Rub your hot little cunt for me baby." His hips thrust harder. "Love those little moans." He urged me on calling attention to the sounds I wasn't even aware I was making. His hand moved from the couch back to my breast, squeezing the whole of it tightly. I could feel myself reaching the edge. I threw my head back, "I'm close, so close." I worked my fingers harder pushing myself over the edge and pushing my hips off the cushions and into his thrusts. I felt his pounding thrusts quicken and my orgasm seemed to stretch impossibly long before he stiffened and I felt a deep spreading warmth as he came hard inside me. Our breathing was fast and I swallowed the dryness in my mouth repeatedly. I twitched my fingers over my clit slowly drawing out the vanishing waves of pleasure. He lifted his weight off me and I saw him looking at my fingers buried in my pussy. I wondered if he could see his cock buried there from his vantage as well. I began to withdraw my hand but he stopped me. "I can feel you spasm around me every time you rub over your clit." His voice was hushed and a bit awed. "Do it again." I complied. "Fuck," he squeezed his eyes closed a moment and I teased my clit again. He shuddered a bit and chuckled. "Damn I'm sensitive right now. Feel free to tell the world you blew me away." He withdrew from me, his arms shook slightly as he lifted all the way off me and settled on his back. He managed to half pull me onto his chest so there was room before collapsing with a deeply contented sigh. My wet fingered hand fluttered over his chest before I started to settle it on my own hip. His hand caught my wrist softly and drew my hand to his lips. I stroked a finger over his lips as he had mine earlier and he sucked it into his mouth. His tongue licked it clean and he replaced it with the other. "Hmmm love how you taste." He murmured it softly and his eyes closed. His breathing was slowing and I knew he was minutes from passing out. I felt a moments disappointment that I hadn't gotten my lips wrapped around his cock, but was to tired myself to be very upset. I hoped I woke first and resolved to wake him up myself as I drifted off to sleep. That's another story for another time though. Week's Vacation Day 02 I woke up in the very early hours of the morning. I was toasty warm where I pressed against Brian's side and cold where my skin was bare and exposed. We'd fallen asleep entwined and completely nude on my couch. I slid my hand softly over his chest noting his own skins coolness. The early summer nights still turned cold sometimes. I began slowly extricating myself from his arms. It was almost painfully slow as several areas of our skin were all but glued together with dried bodily fluids. I wondered at how his arm hadn't fallen off from lack of blood flow when I registered I'd been sleeping on top of one of the arms he'd kept wrapped around me in sleep. I began searching for my clothing and found my jeans and a tee which I thought was his but I was completely unable to find my underwear. I slipped into both affirming the shirt as his, not mine. I groped my way to a chest I kept against one wall and pulled out a crocheted throw. I crossed the room and covered Brian carefully so as not to wake him. I debated waking and getting him to move into the bedroom but couldn't bring myself to do it. Mainly for the selfish reason of knowing I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep myself and wanting a shower so bad I could taste it. I imagined I could smell myself. I felt a lump under one foot and fished up my bra. I began slow sweeps with my feet finding four socks, another pair of jeans, and his underwear but not mine. I scooped every thing up and carried it with me as I headed back to my bedroom so Brian wouldn't trip if he got up. I dumped it on top of the washer, shucking the jeans and tee as well as I went by the laundry alcove. I closed the bi-fold doors back to hide the mess and hurried into my bath. The warm water felt like heaven and I lingered well past being clean, singing softly until I heard a throat being cleared loudly on the other side of the curtain. I turned the water off and opened the curtain enough to peek my head out. Brian was leaned in the doorway swinging my lost undies around one finger, arms crossed casually. "I woke up alone, sticky, and all my clothes were gone." His voice was pitiful but his smile was wicked. "I found these though," his wrist flicked the panties in my direction. "I knew my Cinderella couldn't be far away." I laughed. "Sorry I didn't wanna wake you. I thought you'd sleep in so I threw your clothes on top of the dryer." I grabbed my towel wrapping it around my front before pulling the shower curtain open. He stepped forward as I stepped out, leaning in to kiss me softly. His hands took up the trailing ends of the towel and brisked them over the wet skin of my back. He didn't comment on my shyness with the towel and his hands were gentle as he worked. His eyes met mine and he smiled, hugging me close and rubbing his nose over mine. "You're adorable," I flushed in pleasure, "but I really am sticky." He slipped around me and hopped in the vacant shower. I finished drying, bemused and distracted. I brushed my teeth and blew my hair dry quickly. In the bedroom I pulled fresh underwear out and smoothed a lightly jasmine scented lotion over my whole body. I dressed in jeans and a tunic style top. I peered through the open bath door at the closed shower curtain. I dug a towel out of the linen closet and lay it on the vanity. I could hear him humming under his breath. I nearly choked swallowing my laughter when I recognized it as So This Is Love from Disney's Cinderella. I slipped out and off to the kitchen swishing down the hall with a spring in my step. I pulled bacon and eggs out of the fridge, throwing a quick breakfast together. I slid two full plates onto the table and was turning to grab juice outta the fridge when he came from the shower. The towel I'd left was slung low on his hips and it came to me his bag was still where he'd dropped it by the front door. He didn't seem to mind, sliding in a chair at the table with a simple exclamation of "bacon!" We ate, discussing plans for the day and settled on hiking back to a creek pool in the middle of my twenty five acres. It was really only a fifteen minute walk back from the house but you had to climb a short steep ridge. Brian stopped me when I started to get up to clear away dishes. "We need to talk about my bag." I was confused, his bag was beside the door where he'd left it last night. I pointed at it and he cleared his throat and elaborated. "Where should I put it?" He seemed to want to say more but simply looked at me, waiting. "Well you know where my room is," I said it slowly and I saw him exhale as I continued. "We already let the horse outta the barn I thought we might as well let it frolic in the field right? Unless you want your own room?" "No your room. I just didn't want to assume. Things went, well better than we'd discussed and I dreamed," he smiled at me and my face flamed. "I want to frolic in the field with you but I'd go back in the barn if you needed that." His voice was teasing but I knew he meant it. "Go get dressed. Almost all the drawers in the short dresser are empty." I hate folding clothes so I just hung every thing possible. I cleared the table and quickly did up the few dishes. I threw together some simple sandwiches. I dumped them with a couple of small bags of chips and trail mix in a bag I kept in the front closet with beach towels tucked inside. I filled four screw top plastic bottles with ice and water. I threw these in a small soft sided cooler with a couple of beers and all the remaining ice in the freezer. I walked back to the bedroom to get into a suit and stopped in the door. Brian had thrown on a tee and pair of trunks and was closing his empty bag. I decided I was ready to go as is. "Ready?" "Yeah," he said sliding his feet into a pair of sneakers. He took up the cooler and I slung the towel bag over my shoulder. I locked the door and laughed when he asked if I had keys. "I have 10 hide-a-keys out here." "Do you lock yourself out often or is this a game where you lock me out later and I must find a key to earn entrance?" "No but funnily close. My friend locked me out as a joke a few times and I decided I'd be damned if it'd happen again. Then it just became a thing. I hardly ever carry a house key." I admitted the last a little ashamedly. We worked our way back until we hit the ridge and I groaned when I saw the rope I'd strung to help pull myself up had somehow broke halfway up. "Looks like we're doing this the hard way." I moved down to a better spot where toeholds were impossible to dig in but a line of saplings angled up close enough to assist the climb. I pushed and pulled my way up and turned at the top to catch my breath and check Brian's progress. He was at the bottom of the steep slope back below the rope. He grinned up at me and adjusted the strap of the cooler so it was hooked across his chest and the bulk of its weight was at the small of his back. He pounded up the side hard only grabbing the rope to heave himself up the last third of the way. He was still a bit out of breath as he worked through the trees to my side. He was proud of himself and I was duly impressed as well, so I told him so. We finished the walk coming into the clearing on top of a broad rock shelf that extended and dropped off into a small pool. The creek was strong enough to create a small current and keep the pool fresh and clear but not enough to offer a challenge to even the weakest swimmer. I raked the debris from the rock bottomed pool several times a year and was glad I'd bothered with this a couple of weeks ago though it'd been cold and I'd nearly froze at the task. I set the bag down and moved over to the "fort." It was a small shed built using four trees that had grown in a rough square. It had a rough but still water tight tin roof and an old glass paneled screen door that had come from who knew where. It had been here as long as I could remember. Most of the junk inside had been inside just as long, but I pulled out last years addition to the stores. Brian peered around curiously at the mismatched lawn chairs and the rakes with extra long handles.. There was a stack of musty old playboy's on a rotting out camp cot in the furthest corner. I always meant to simply drag these out to be reclaimed by nature but never quite got around to it, not wanting to touch anything in that corner helped me not feel bad at putting off the task. I picked up the seemly massive bundle of pool noodles and carried them out as he poked through a stack of junk in boxes near the door. It was a puzzling mix of glass vases, knick knacks, and camping cook ware. There had either been a very fancy camper or a mix up when stuff was hauled out here. I took my prize to the flattest part of the rock and rolled it out. I'd made the lounge mattress last year after scraping my ass shifting while sunbathing. It was one of my more clever ideas I felt. I'd strung pool noodles on rope and then lined them up and woven the ropes together to hold the whole affair it place. It was crushed in some areas but still comfortable. I spread our towels out over it, and sat down to unlace my shoes. The rock was already warm under my bare feet as I stood back up. "This place is really amazing," Brian smiled at my noodle mat before his eyes scanned the surrounding trees. "Clever. I can't believe this is so close to your back door. Do you get a lot of teens sneaking back in here?" He waggled his brows suggestively. I laughed, "used to when I was a teenager. Now, no." I pointed off to the east, "out that way about five minutes this creek comes up outta the ground. Guess that makes it a spring?" I shrugged. "It's on my property. To the south this runs through fields where they keep cows. No teenagers gonna think of swimming in that and it peters out." "So you'd sneak back here huh? Ever spend the night out under the stars?" "No way! That sounds all romantic but there are snakes. I mean you couldn't see um at night and that freaks me out. My papaw had a snake crawl in his sleeping bag on a hunting trip once. Well I'm never gonna give one the chance with me!" I'd begun to strip off my tunic and jeans. My lacy underwear was to delicate to risk but I hesitated to strip bare. I'd known I'd need to ditch it as well when I opted to forgo a swimsuit. Brian helped without knowing, I caught site of his floored expression out of the corner of my eye and it spurred me to get a move on. I dropped my bra and tossed my panties back in his stunned face. I giggled all the way into the water. I dove in shallowly but made sure to fully submerge myself knowing it was better to get the shock of cold water over with. I flipped in the water to slick my hair back. I shivered and huddled in the water waiting to acclimate. Brian must not have dreamed of the chill to the creek water because he cannonballed in and came up sputtering with a cry of "Jesus Christ!" I swam over and pressed myself into his back. "You'll get used to it soon." My nipples were painfully hard but it already felt warmer to me. I could feel he'd stripped out of his swim trucks and felt a moments sympathy for his delicate bits. I shook it off quickly and slid a little away in the water running a light finger along his crack. He jerked away in surprise and I laughed. He did indeed warm up quickly as a game of chase and tease ensued. I eventually cried uncle as his superior swimming skills saw me repeated dunked and dragged under by an ankle. We swam lazily around each other afterwards. This didn't mean he kept his hands to himself. His questing hands skimmed and stroked my body whenever we passed close enough and I was becoming turned on quickly. I dove under the water swimming along the bottom and looking at his body beneath the water. The pool was lit with sunlight and he skin appeared touched with gold. I realized my own skin was creamy white in contrast. I'd been busy and this was the first I'd been out in the sun this year. I surfaced up beside him and moved in close. His arms started to gather me close and then he released me as he started to sink. I laughed and gently shoved him towards the rock shelf where a submerged rock offered the only standing spot where your head would be above water. It had once been a close thing for me. The water still came up to mid breast on me. I wrapped my arms around his back and lifted my face. His hands settled on my neck under the wet blanket of my hair. I slid my tongue over his lower lip before sucking it softly into my mouth. I shifted the kiss darting my tongue forward to flick against his. His hands shifted from resting to griping the sides of my face, tilting my head to deepen our kiss. I moved a hand down to cup and squeeze one firm buttock. His penis was pressed into my belly warm and semi-hard. I wrapped my fingers around it and slowly stroked him. I stopped often to simply hold him. The water caused my palm to stick instead of slide smoothly against him and I finally settled on a short stroke that shifted the skin over the hardening shaft. He lips were working down my neck and he lifted me suddenly so he could latch on to one of my nipples. I couldn't reach him with my hands any longer so I wrapped my hands around his upper arms to steady myself. One of his forearms clamped across my thighs holding me up easily while the other cupped and kneaded one breast. The sucking sensation on my other nipple quickly had me squirming against him. The arm supporting me shifted and I found myself clinging to him as his lips reclaimed mine. His hand delved from behind between my legs. I parted for him quickly touching down the toes of one foot and lifting a leg to wrap round his hip. His fingertips rubbed over me in firm circles. I knew he could feel the slick slide of my wet pussy before his fingers pressed past my lips. "I want you inside me," I urged reaching down to guide his hard cock inside. My legs wrapped around him and I locked one elbow around his neck to squirm up enough to accomplish my goal. I felt awkward and clumsy until his hands locked behind a thigh on each side. He began using this grip to lift me up, allowing me to settle back down his shaft by pulling with my heels locked together behind him. We found a rhythm quickly and the splash of the wavelets we created drowned out all but the loudest of our moans to my ears. I leaned back a bit and the angle improved the press of his pelvis on my clit. It felt that my climb to orgasm took forever. The build was slow instead of the normal third gear rush. When I moved to finger myself he caught my hand and put it back behind his shoulder. "Wait," his eyes caught mine. "Just wait, I want to see if I can get you there like this." He worked to regain his rhythm and his voice was tight and I understood how hard he was holding himself back. I felt embarrassed but didn't look away from him. His hands were becoming painful when my orgasm finally took hold forcing my head back, eyes tightly closed. I could feel his orgasm follow mine almost immediately. His hands locked on my hips holding me tight for his final thrusts. We pulled ourselves still panting from the water and collapsed on the toweled mat. I stretched out on my side and rubbed a lazy hand over his back. His face was turned away from me and he lay on his stomach. "Hmmm that's nice." I kneaded the back of his neck and we dozed drying in the sun for a while. When I woke up a little later I was pleasantly warm and every movement against the towel beneath me felt amazing. I spent a minute stretching and working my loose muscles, enjoying the sated feel of them. The sunlight was dappled with shadows over us now and I was thankful I hadn't been lying nude in full sun. I tanned more than burned but there were limits to what my skin could take. I turned my attention to Brian beside me. He was still asleep and had turned onto his back the skin over his cheeks and nose were a little red from the sun but he didn't appear to be burning anywhere. I licked my lips and shifted my gaze to were his soft penis rested. I stared at it a moment as if my gaze alone would give it rise, before timidly beginning to caress him. I ran soft fingertips over his thighs and lower stomach. He sighed a little in his sleep as my fingers combed through the neatly trimmed hair at the base of his penis. I became more bold taking him in one hand and cupping his balls with the other. My fingers sought out the soft spot I'd found before. I pressed stroking fingers over his perineum, and gently rolled his testicles under the loose skin. I took great care to keep my touches light wanting to arouse but not wake him just yet. I leaned forward and licked up the soft underside of the hardening shaft. My tongue explored the ridge that defined the head, before I closed my lips over it sweeping it with the flat of my tongue. I turned my eyes to his face as his breathing changed. I sucked taking him deeper in my mouth and fingers twisted in my hair. They tugged gently to pull me closer but I ignored them pulling back. His eyes were open and focused on me now. I kept eye contact as my lips closed against the tip. I slowly worked my lips back over the head sucking gently while my hand stroked the shaft. I worked my way further down his hard cock with every bob of my head. He was too long to take more than half in my mouth at most and I ended up with a hand wrapped around the base as I worked my sucking lips over him. He propped himself up for a better view and the hand tangled in my hair guided me more insistently. He whispered encouragement to me. I was very aroused and began rubbing myself in time with my gliding lips. "Jesus I'm right there baby. I'm going to cum." I was grateful for the warning but kept my lips wrapped around him as he came. The strong flavor filled my mouth and I swallowed quickly unable to truly enjoy it but not wanting to spit it out when he'd made such a big deal of enjoying me. I sat up removing my hand from where it'd been buried in my pussy but kept slowly stroking him with the other. He shuddered as my fingers closed over the sensitive tip. He'd collapsed back on the mat and I enjoyed the view of him sprawled out exhausted when I'd been responsible for it. Once he'd recovered we ate the lunch I'd packed and swam a bit more before packing up to walk back. Once we got to the house we watched a movie piled up together on the couch. I noticed were his hands rested and the feel of his body against mine more than anything on the screen, and it was hard for me to motivate myself to get up and cook dinner. Brian helped by getting up to use the restroom so I bit the bullet and started by pulling some steaks from the fridge. I cast around until I settled on a bunch of asparagus I'd cut from my own patch since it needed to be used soon. I scrubbed some potatoes and threw them foil wrapped in the oven before trotting out to drag the grill from the shed. I was stacking the charcoal briskets when Brian came out and I gladly let him take over when he offered. "So you're one of those girls huh? I knew you were to good to be true." His voice was low but I thought he was teasing. "Well I am a girl. Is this where you tell me all the evils of charcoal and how gas is so much better blah blah blah?" I asked "What no! Charcoal is far superior, screw gas!" He looked at me sternly. "No I'm talking about what I found on my way out here." My mind cast around for anything he could have found and I was coming up blank. Even if he'd been snooping in my underwear drawer and found my toys we'd discussed them and he'd admitted to being turned on by my having them. They certainly weren't a secret as he'd even heard me using them. I blushed a bit at that memory but shook my head to show him I was lost. "I'm talking about this!" He dramatically withdrew a stalk of asparagus. It was wilted and half crushed from being in his pocket and leaned pathetically to one side. Week's Vacation Day 02 We both burst into laughter and I gasped out "I'm one of those girls who what?" He shrugged. "Who eats all her vegetables. I just wanted to produce produce from my pocket." I groaned, "no! Just no. I'm gonna go saute asparagus now. You don't have to eat any." I assured him as I walked away. "I'll bring you the steaks and a pair of tongs." He did a good job with the steaks and made a show of trying the asparagus. He declared it "not bad" but I could tell he didn't like it at all. I confessed to hating butter beans and chick peas and he added cool whip and broccoli to his gross list. He told me about going away to college in upstate New York where he'd gotten a engineering degree thanks to a ball scholarship and the air force paying for the rest. He confessed to being eager to transfer to civilian contracting when his enlistment ended and I was thankful he steered clear of his upcoming deployment. I understood he'd be doing mostly contracting over there as well but the thought of him being in danger was gut wrenching. I shared what it was like attending classes an hours drive away to get a BA business degree. I admitted I was doing it out of practicality instead of desire. I told him how I felt I was missing something sometimes not living on or nearer to campus. Not the parties but the immaturity maybe. About how I had no clue what I wanted to do with my degree but I hoped it was better than the insurance agency I currently worked part time for. How I hated the endless forms and filing. I told him about my crazy mom for the first time how she was having a mid-life crisis and had been ever since I could remember. We talked over empty plates for an hour before we talked through cleaning up. We drifted back to my bedroom and talked through the partially closed door as I sat on the edge of my tub and shaved my legs. I also quickly tidied my pubic hair and waxed my armpits. I couldn't stand the irritation constant stubble there and Brian teased me when he caught site of me smoothing a wax strip down in the mirror. I conceded to it being weird that I didn't do my legs but shut him up when I asked if he wanted a strip for his balls. I laughed at the look of horror on his face and pointed out that even if girls weren't as big of babies as guys our bits could be every bit as sensitive. "You know, you come off all blushing sweetness at first but you're kinda ruthless. I like it." I came out face fresh scrubbed and teeth brushed. "I was raised with boys you know! I have six male cousins I'm the only girl. I know how things work." He slipped in the bathroom to brush his own teeth. I slid out of the clothes I'd put back on and into a pair of sleep shorts and a ribbed tee not bothering with panties. I gathered up all the clothes strewn around and went to quickly dump them on the dryer with the rumpled mess from earlier. I resolved to deal with it later and hurried to hop under the covers. He came out and joined me cuddling into my back and possessively cupping one breast. We picked up the earlier conversation effortlessly and he confessed he'd thought he'd be married with a kid on the way by now. I expressed disbelief and he told me about his high school sweetheart how she'd been his first and then his college sweetheart when they both got into Syracuse. He thought he'd be one of those guys. High school football small time scholarship, married young, who did his patriotic duty for a while, dragging his understanding wife around until they found the perfect place to settle down and raise a family. "We'd host barbecues and I'd have a few beers with the boys and brag about glory days. I'd be a good provider and Debbie would have learned to cook you know the American dream." "What happened?" I prompted him softly. "Well I wasn't what she wanted really. She definitely didn't want that corny American dream shit. She made sure that was clear and how often she'd been screwing around on me. She dropped out of her third year right after that and ran off to New York City. I was still kind of a stereotype come to think of it." My heart ached for him. I resisted the urge to ask if he still loved her or if he still wanted that kind of life. My heart broke a little for myself knowing it wasn't what I wanted for sure. "I'm so sorry Brian." "Don't be. It was almost five years ago. I was your age is what made me think of it. You're more mature than I was, smarter too. It's not a bad thing you don't know what you want yet. How about you, has anyone broken your heart?" I thought of the kids I didn't want to have and how I was rapidly falling for this guy. Just you I thought but didn't say. "Not yet." I tried to say it brightly but it fell a little flat. "This is becoming morbid, sorry. Lets change the topic." I thought the change would be to sex and was only slightly disappointed when he proposed a game he called have you ever, do you want to. I was interested to learn more about him but it was gonna be a boring game for him since I hadn't been anywhere or done anything yet. We played, slipping off to share stories often before going back ask the next question. He often slipped in sexy questions and I came to realize it was the do you want to part he really wanted to hear about. With him? The answer was invariably yes. We ended up on the topic of the ocean and he couldn't believe I'd never seen it. This lead to a long discussion of family vacations and how I had never been on one. The random day trips to Kentucky for lottery tickets didn't count. I realized he was slowly falling asleep on me and tried to move the topic to something more interesting but it was a lost cause. I looked back at him ruefully. His face was sweet and innocent in sleep. I thought of all the teasingly sexual questions he'd asked and laughed softly under my breath. Brian was very good in bed I thought but I was beginning to wonder if he was all that more experienced than me. Braver and more daring absolutely. It tugged at my heartstrings to realize some of my recent firsts might have been his as well. I cuddled closer back into him and let myself relax into sleep. His hand was still cupping my breast and I felt safe in his arms. Week's Vacation Day 03 This chapter is from Brian's perspective. I felt I wanted at least one day to be his side of the story. ***** I woke up with morning wood pressed into a softly rounded ass and a breast in one hand. I noticed all over again how perfectly her breast fit in my hand. Filling it but not to overflowing. I decided it was going to be a great day despite my stiffness at not moving all night. I hummed a few bars of Paul McCartney's Great Day softly in Michelle's ear. I moved and she made a protesting noise when I removed my hand. I slipped out of bed and used the bathroom taking the opportunity to stretch out the cramps and kinks. I slid back under the covers and against the warm back just where I'd left it. My hand found its way back to her breast and I picked up humming were I'd left off. Michelle liked a lot of different music and I'd heard her humming under her breath to many times to count over the phone. In the last two days I'd caught her singing as well. We'd often thrown out song lyrics to each other when they applied to our conversation as a sort of informal game. I loved how easy some things with her were and she certainly managed to be sweet and sexy without trying. I was completely in lust with her body and her sense of humor seemed to go hand in hand with mine. My thoughts flashed to the day before when I had woken up with her lips wrapped around the head of my cock. I wondered at my chances of getting those little shorts off without waking her and gave it up as a lost cause without trying. I rubbed her nipple with a thumb thrilled when it hardened quickly under my touch. I toyed with it and pressed my lips to the soft skin just behind her ear. She made low sweet noises and buried her face in her pillow. She was very cute right then. I got the impression she'd done a lot of this burrowing motion with her head last night. Even though we hadn't moved in the night I noted her hair towards the pillow was a wild fluffy tangle. I propped my head up with my free hand. I hummed a little louder and let my fingers stroke over her chest and stomach freely. I smoothed her tank top up off her stomach and slipped my fingers under the elastic band of the shorts. I pushed them down her hip. I caressed this bare area I'd created loving how soft she was before I burrowed up to fondle first one bare breast and then the other. Her nipples were amazingly responsive to my touch even the areola puckering tight. Her buttocks pressed back into my erection more firmly and I wondered if she was fully awake yet. I trailed my palm firmly over the tops of both breasts and down until I was pressing between her legs. They parted and I leaned forward to whisper, "Good morning," directly into her ear. "Mornin'. What were you humming?" she asked. I told her and added, "It was the first thought I had this morning. It probably had a lot to do with you." "I remind you of Paul McCartney. He's not even the good looking Beatle!" I laughed. "No I woke up and thought 'It's going to be a great day' and so far I've been right." I used my hand tucked against her pussy to pull her even tighter to me. I slipped the other under her neck and crossed it over slipping under the top of her tee. I circled the hard nipple with a finger before pinching and tugging it softly. She moaned and arched into my touch. One of her hands covered mine on her crotch and she slowly showed me how she wanted to be rubbed. I found it very sexy how willing and open she was to touch herself and show me exactly what she wanted. I could feel her getting wet and it was unbearably hot how her lips slid slickly against each other under the fabric. I pressed my middle finger into her slit wetting the fabric. Her hips had begun rocking against me and I wanted nothing more than to sink into her. I loved the feel of the fabric moist from her excitement under my hand and her ass grinding back against my cock. I worked my hand up and grasped the band of the shorts to tug them down. Michelle's hands took over the task quickly and she kicked them down her legs rather than pull free of my hand still massaging her breast. I rubbed her pussy full handed and asked if her inner labia poking out and rubbing her underwear constantly turned her on. "No its not like that. Not like this," she panted. "It's probably a lot like your cock in your briefs." I patted her puffy lips, loving the soft smacking sound under her low moan. I could smell her arousal puffing up with the air out from under the covers and it was exquisite. I began pulling at her labia and the response from her was immediate. "Yeah ohhh that's nice." I slipped two fingers deep and wet them before putting them back to pulling the soft folds. I was beginning to wonder how much longer I could stand teasing her when her hand slipped over my thigh she managed to half tug my underwear down I lifted my hip off the bed so she could get them down further. Her fingers closed around my shaft and squeezed. I took my hand away from her pussy just long enough to get my briefs down to my knee on the one side. I took a page out of her book and kicked them down not even bothering to get them all the way off. She was pulling me to enter her from behind one leg lifted and the covers slid down in my way. I whipped them off us both and helped guide my cock inside her pussy. She was tight and so wet it blew my mind. I put my hand back around and moved her pussy lips in tight hard circles over her clit. I wanted her cumming on my cock, muscles spasming tightly around me. I made my thrusts slow but as deep as I could push. It didn't take long before I felt her draw tighter around me and she stiffened in my arms. Her hips ground back onto me and I held myself still and let her orgasm wash over me. Her moans where low and throaty and I heard her repeatedly affirm that it was, 'so good.' I softened my fingers on her clit teasing her through the orgasm instead of pushing her hard. I felt high with my success. I grinned as I began thrusting again. I rolled a bit so we where both at a angle with me slightly on top. I shifted again moving first one knee then the other between hers. I left one arm under her supporting the bulk of my weight and used the other to drag a leg up and to the side so I had room for my hips. She moved the other out on her own and her hips tilted till her ass was jutting up. I squeezed one cheek as I began to pump. I could feel my orgasm building behind my balls and bit the inside of my lower lip to hold it at bay until Michelle could come again. "Rub your clit and cum again for me baby," I encouraged her. Her fingertips grazed my tight balls when she moved to press on herself and I nearly lost it. I forced myself to slow my strokes and make them more shallow. I slid my hand fingers splayed across her back diagonally worming under her shirt. Her skin was smooth and slightly damp with sweat. One of her moans came on the heels of my touch. She was getting closer I could tell from the low pitch of her moans and I began fucking her pussy hard. I enjoyed the wet slapping sounds we made and I could smell her musk. I thrust myself home a final time as she began shuddering with orgasm and it was as if her pussy wrung every drop from me before it loosened its hold. I pushed myself up and tugged her to roll over before I let myself melt between her legs. I pillowed my head on her thigh and watched my harsh breaths stir the trim hair on her mons. I ran my fingers over her naked labia the inner poked poutily out from the outer. Her skin was slick with her juices all the way out to her thighs and I began slowly licking her clean enjoying her taste and the intense intimacy of it. I parted her with my fingers she was a deep pink and some of my cum oozed down toward her crack. The sight was graphic and exciting. It was to soon for me to get another erection but I wanted to fuck her again. I slid a finger inside and began pumping it slow. I licked her clit and sucked her labia into my mouth. Pulling back I steadily sucked until they popped from my lips. Her thighs clamped around my ears and I began repeating this move on a loop. I added another finger to the one buried in her vagina. I wanted to feel it when she came. My thumb moved to smear the bead of my cum down her crack. I could hear her gasp out "ohhhh!" I pressed circles around with my thumb and I began tonguing her clit. It was too sensitive under my callused fingers and even her own I noticed but my tongue was apparently just right. Her moans got throatier as she got closer to orgasm and my dick surprised me by beginning to stiffen. I finished her off with my mouth and fingers before sliding up and pushing into her. I stroked the crazy side of her hair down and kissed her hotly. I wondered if she tasted herself on my lips. "Is this okay?" I asked as I began slipping in and out. She made a sexy little humming noise that I took for consent. I buried my face in her hair and lost my control. I pumped a bit wildly and was cumming before I could reign myself in. I was a bit disappointed that it was over so quick but to tired to really be upset. I rolled off her and she followed me cuddling into my side. I pressed my lips to her forehead and might have drifted back off to sleep if she'd laid there with me a moment longer. She squirmed out of my arms and hopped out of bed. I forced my eyes open and was rewarded with a view of her sweet cheeks bare below her tank top hem as she disappeared into the bathroom. I got up when I heard the toilet flush and the shower start. I hesitated a moment before joining her thinking of yesterdays shyness. Her head was tipped back under the spray and her breasts looked incredible. If I had ever been able to get hard three times in such a short space it would have been then. Her arm came up to cover her breasts when she realized I'd joined her but dropped before completing the motion. Her cheeks flamed red and she smiled a bit sheepishly at me. I smiled back and stepped close to grab the shampoo from behind her. I worked the lather through her long heavy hair. It was almost to the small of her back. The sheer heavy weight of it wet had shocked me yesterday. Today I wondered at how much work it must be. I had to add more shampoo twice before I'd gotten it all lathered. I worked my fingers against her scalp. I loved how her eyes drifted closed and she leaned into me seeming to revel in the pleasure of it. Her lips smiled sweetly and I kissed them with my own smile. She massaged some shampoo into my own short bristles and managed to give me tingles down the full length of my back. We soaped each other spending far more time than was needed. I was pleased by how much obvious pleasure she took in running her hands over my body. I watched her face more than what my own hands were doing. When we got out she wrapped her hair in a towel and we dried each other off. We shared the sink to brush our teeth. I resolved not be such a slob if we shared again when she laughed at the foamy mess I made. "Boys!" she rolled her eyes. "You all just don't know how to suck it up." I laughed surprised by her dirty humor. The phone rang and she bounced out to answer it. I followed after I shaved and began pulling on clothes. She sat on the end of the bed lotioning her legs with the phone tucked against her ear. I caught the word uno a couple of times her tone unhappy before I slipped down the hall to give her privacy and search out breakfast. I opened the fridge and felt my stomach slowly trying to eat itself. She kept eggs and cheese in the same drawer. I grabbed a bag of shredded cheese and the eggs. She had sausage links and a bag of fresh spinach too. I could make a egg pie it was one of the few things my own father knew how to cook and he made it for my mom on every anniversary. 'Real men make egg pie and we don't call it quiche. Stupid name. Trust me if you ever want to impress a woman you need to learn how to grill her a steak, bake an egg pie, and treat her with respect.' He'd taught me all those things and a lot more. I didn't mind the word quiche but it was stuck in my mind as egg pie. I wolfed down an apple and cranked the knob to preheat the oven. I cursed under my breath when I realized I didn't have a crust. I opened the freezer without much hope and crowed out loud when I found two deep dish crusts. "What is going on in here?" "Umm, cooking?" I cast my eyes over the mess I'd made on the counter by the stove already. "Cooking!" I said with more confidence. I walked over and boosted her onto the island. "You just sit right here and prepare to be amazed by my skill." "Okay, so omelets?" she guessed. "Egg pie!" Her nose wrinkled a bit before she faked enthusiasm. "You don't like it?" I asked. "I don't think I know what it is. I'm sorry." I explained about it being quiche and then explained what quiche was. She burst into giggles over my dad claiming pie was the manlier way. I teased her how I was going to teach her about all the finer things in life; egg pies and how to completely mangle an onion instead of simply chopping it. "You do have a very different technique. So on the phone just now. That was my Uncle Owen he's gonna be here in like the next few minutes. I'm sorry." She'd told me a lot about her youngest uncle and how even though he was only 12 years older than her he'd been more of a parent than her mother. I was kind of eager to meet the man she claimed as her best friend and father figure growing up. "I'd love to meet him, unless this is you're way of saying I have to sneak out the back?" "What? No! Geeze I'm twenty two years old now not fifteen. Besides your being here is why he's coming. He wants to make sure I'm not shacked up with a serial killer, so you know," her voice trailed off. "Just pretend you aren't sex crazed." "It'd be easier to fool him on the killer part," I waggled my eyebrows and attempted a leer. She was still laughing when someone attempted to knock the door down. "Stop having fun in there this instant!" Bang! Bang! Bang! Michelle hopped down and walked backward through the living room. "Love to meet him. I'm gonna remind you of those words later. Just, Jesus I dunno how to warn you without making it worse. " She turned to the door. I slid the pie in the oven and began washing my hands. I grabbed the dish towel and turned to the door. I hadn't thought much about what to expect from her uncle but I never would have pictured the hulk that ducked through the door. He had to be at least a half foot taller than my own six two. His hair was a deep chestnut the exact shade of Michelle's. It was wild and he had an eye patch over his left eye and an unfortunate collection of acne scars. He was wide in the shoulders and when I moved to shake his hand I realized he was missing an index finger. I began to doubt his being joking about the fun stopping. This was a serious and seriously dangerous man. "It's very nice to meet you sir," and I'm not shitting my pants yet I added silently meeting his eye. I bit the inside of my cheek at the inappropriate smile and laugh that I felt building in my chest. "Something funny?" Jesus I swallowed my panic and strangled out a negative response. "Michelle's told me a lot about you sir." I groped for something else to say that wasn't related to what she hadn't told me about him. Failed and just kept my mouth shut. "You can call me Uno I guess. Not much on sir but I appreciate the respect." Michelle coughed like she was choking on something. He shot her a dirty look and she coughed harder bending at the waist and turning away. I must have twitched in her direction cause he clapped a hand on my shoulder and steered me to the couch. "Let's set down and you can tell me all about yourself." Let's not. Let's run away I thought but sat down telling myself that Michelle was worth every moment of this awkward horrible conversation to come. "What would you like to know?" "Michelle seems to think you're a sweet boy. She says you're in the air force. She probably told me more than I wanted to know about you already. I just got one question for you. How the fuck do you get by with that face being enlisted?" "Excuse me?" I said coldly, getting pissed. "Your face boy," He drew out boy so it was an insult. "It shows every single thing you're thinking! If you weren't thinking about manning up and looking me in the eye a minute ago I'll eat my eye patch." His fingers covered said patch and flipped it up. With two staring me down I realized they were the same green as Michelle's. You're horrible Uno" she said. "That was way worse than my prom date. You said you'd be nice." She was laughing as she said it and her infectious laughter took most of the sting out of being tricked. "What did he do to your prom date?" I asked. "I," he interjected. "I didn't do anything. I stood there, shook the little shit's hand,and listened to him blabber about treating my niece like a princess." "It was horrible! You wouldn't say one word. He asked me later if you ever left the house. He thought you were a crazy mountain hermit or something." "He probably thought I'd eat him, too. I was going for crazy cannibal hermit." He finished pulling the eye patch off and slipped it over Michelles right eye. "Argh ye be a pirate now. Go raid yonder fridge and bring us men some libations." "I'm keeping this." She came back as I was asking about the name Uno and she groaned as she passed out glasses of iced tea. "I'm the one! The only! One and only man of my size and caliber in these parts." He preened a bit foolishly, hamming it up and I knew where Michelle had gotten her sense of humor from. She was rolling her eyes, "I gave him that name. I couldn't say Uncle Owen and it stuck. Don't let him fool you he's a huge teddy bear." She pretended to pinch his cheek. He smiled at her but gave me a pointed look that said he'd eat me alive and use my bones to pick his teeth after. I didn't need convincing. I'd decided I liked him but I wasn't stupid. We made the usual small talk about jobs and family. I told him I was working to transfer to civilian contracting but I had a tour coming up first. I assured him I did indeed have human parents and was currently lucky enough to be an hours drive away from them. When I mentioned my father was a carpenter Michelle jumped up excitedly grabbing one of his hands in both hers. "Ohh you have to come see this!" She dragged him off down the hall. My mind flashed to the trashed state we'd left her bed in. I hoped she was showing him a book in the library but I knew it was the butterfly I'd made her. I went to the oven and checked how the pie was doing. It wasn't set in the middle so I began cleaning up my mess. I pulled out her compost and dumped the egg shells and other organic leavings in it. It was pretty full but I had no idea where she emptied it so I shoved it away again. After I wiped down the cleared counter I peered back to see Michelle and Uno talking quietly through the open bedroom doorway down the hall. He was stooped with his head cocked towards her. I saw he had a hand on her back. It was clear he adored her. I went back to get my pie out of the oven and set the table for three. I popped some bagels in the toaster, a man that big wouldn't be satisfied with just a half a pie. I got the glasses from the living room and refilled them. I debated waiting and gave in to my stomach. "Food's ready!" I called down the hall. There wasn't a lot of conversation while we ate and I was more than fine with that. I'd decided I liked the man but that didn't mean I felt we were fast friends. He pushed his plate to Michelle when he finished off his pie and bagel. She took all our plates to the sink. "You really make that?" He waved vaguely but I knew what he meant. Week's Vacation Day 03 "Mostly," I explained about my dad roughing it out for me. "Smart." He splayed his hand with the missing finger. "It's fine work." "Uno lost his finger to a brown widow bite," Michelle piped up from the sink. "He doesn't know a jigsaw from a chainsaw." He glowered at her back. "He does some damn fine work driving a nail though." Uno apparently decided she was forgiven because he turned his attention back on me. "It's fine work," he reaffirmed. "How much time did that take exactly?" His face was blank. "Hmmm I don't really know. I've had it, working on it for about 5 months but with work," I shrugged showing I really didn't know. "You always keep you a project going?" "No, I hadn't done anything since highschool honestly. Michelle said something about people who waste talent though. I figured she might forgive me being one of them if she got a bribe." "That's a damn shame." He smacked a hand down on the table without explaining what he meant the shame was. "Walk me out Michelle." He stood and headed for the door waiting for her with it held open. I was at a bit of a loss. I wondered if I'd just been snubbed. I cleared the rest of the table working myself into a bad mood over what they were standing out there talking about. I knew the biggest part was me of course, and that was the rub right there. I'd talked myself into being pissed by the time Michelle came back in even if I wasn't quite sure what I was so upset about. She smiled, "That was honestly pretty mild." I wondered if she was reading my mind and letting me know it could have been much worse or had she just expected it to go worse. The smile slipped, "Is everything okay? I mean I know he can be," she made a face and sighed. "I didn't have time to warn you and I really didn't mean to do the whole meet the family thing at all. He really liked you though." "What? That was liking me? He didn't even say goodbye!" "Oh, he never does." She waved a dismissive hand. "He gets worse every year. He just told me to clean my gutters right before he drove off." She sat down on the couch. "He said you passed the serial killer test but he'd be ready for you to become a stalker if I break your heart." She laughed like the very idea was hilarious. I walked over and sat beside her. "Are you going to break my heart?" She looked startled at how serious I was. "No, I think that idea's a little backwards." "I'm not just dicking around here you know?" I tried to mix how serious I was with a little humor. "I mean I was when we started talking but now I'm very close to stalking you if you break my heart." I smiled at her trying to play it off like I wasn't basically telling her I was falling for her in the most cowardly way ever. "Good me too." She said softly. I laid my head down in her lap and closed my eyes. She stroked my temples and head for a few minutes before asking, "Are you still hungry?" "Yes! You?" She was already urging me up. "Uh huh I'm starving I dunno what possessed you to serve Uno three fourths of that pie." "Have you seen the size of that man? Which by the way seems like something a normal person mentions. Oh yeah my uncle practically raised me. He's a giant. Sometimes he pretends to be a cannibal and people believe him cause he's a giant." He said the last in a falsetto. "I'll remember to warn the next guy just like that but I still don't think you should have given him all the pie. Let's go out for lunch okay? He says he was pretending to be a cannibal but he wouldn't have eaten you if you hadn't given him all your pie." I shook my head and went down the hall to grab my wallet and keys. We took my truck and Michelle scooted over to the middle of the bench seat and I wrapped an arm around her. We rolled the windows down cause the truck didn't have air and it felt just like a country song. The country road was in good shape but the woods grew up to the edge of the pavement more often than not and the cleared land all had horses or cows roaming in fenced pastures. Michelle explained the area wasn't well developed even for rural standards because it was too rocky to do much with. I asked her how her father had ended up buying in the area since I seemed to remember her calling him a yankee once. "He worked for a investment company they bought thousands of arces down here in the eighties. They were gonna build gated communities for retirees. It was a racket thing. Retire to the country and if you buy now you'll see blah blah return on property values in 5 years. It really made some guys a lot of money back then but not my dad. He never had a lucky day in his life I don't think. He told me once he retired down here early and I think he gave up on life in general around the same time. He hated it here. I always kinda felt sorry for him. He wasn't some snooty northerner but he was always outta place and unhappy. Lord knows he didn't know about small talk or charm what on earth made him think he was a salesman is beyond me. He couldn't even talk to me." "I know you said you guys weren't close. Was it just typical stuff or something else?" I wanted to keep her talking. I loved her voice and talking in person I was realizing she talked with her hands as much as her mouth. It was adorable. "It wasn't anything typical or otherwise. We just couldn't seem to find the words to talk to each other. You know I never spent a night in that house before he passed but I knew I was always welcome. I'd spend everyday of the summer back in those woods with friends and he'd drive anyone home that needed it. He bought me clothes if I needed them. Uncle Owen only had to mention I needed something once to him and I had it. I mean he wasn't rich but he made sure I had everything I needed. Owen too for that matter. He was never a dead beat dad or uncaring. We just never found our way to really loving each other does that make sense?" "Yeah I think I understand. So you lived with your uncle growing up?" I didn't know how this had never come up before. "Not quite. We lived with my grandmother until I was 5 then Mom decided to grow up enough to hold down a job and rent a house. Uncle Owen moved in with us maybe a year later apparently Mom didn't realize it was also her job to get me to school and I wasn't supposed to be left alone overnight. Anyway it turned out well cause Grandma passed that year, heart attack, and Owen was already settled with us. Mom never would have offered to take him if she hadn't already been using him to her benefit." "You have three other uncles right? Are they all as huge as Uno?" She giggled "Nooo! They're all shorter than me, like five seven or eight tops all the girls are shorter than that. I get my height from my dad but Uncle Owen was a genetic anomaly. Broke the mold and all. Crap we missed the turn. I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention." I turned us around and followed her directions to a barn like structure that had a sign proclaiming it 'The County Line Bar.' Someone had added on '& Grill' in black paint. It was a bit rough inside but when our food came it was delicious. I watched Michelle devour a steak oozing butter and blood enjoying being out with a girl that ate in public while I wolfed down my own burger. "We should come back tonight. The bands good." She handed me a flyer off a nearby table that proclaimed 'Sundy Serenade 2NITE ONLY! 8 pm T-Shirts will be available at the door $5 cover charge.' "Sure just so long as you don't expect me to line dance or anything." "They're not that kinda band and this ain't that kinda bar." She chuckled a little. "This is my Uncle Owens favorite dinner spot. I'd pay good money to see him line dance. We should run to the store before we go home." "Okay where ever you need to go just tell me how to get ya there." I knew how to score points with the ladies. I wasn't thinking about what type of store she wanted to go to but I was pathetically impressed when we ended up at a grocery store. I steered the cart down aisles after her as she explained why you should always shop on a full stomach and speculated on food I might like to eat. My mom was the only woman who'd ever really cooked for me so I was just happy to be fed. Once we'd unloaded and put everything away at home we ended up playing cards with a steady stream of conversation until dinner time. We cooked together browning chicken and boiling pasta. Michelle attempted to explain the ins and outs of making alfredo sauce so I'd be able to make it later. I knew I'd never attempt it on my own when I could just buy a jar of the stuff. I didn't tell her since she was so earnest in her belief that I could make it just like it was as easy as buttering bread. The sauce was some of the best I'd ever had and I knew I would miss her cooking almost as much I'd likely miss her. The thought was depressing and I distracted myself by asking about the band she wanted to go see. She explained they covered popular hits from the eighties to today and were local legends. We did clean up together side by side at the sink so the work went quickly. Afterwards I flopped on the couch and turned on a movie while Michelle went to get ready. I'd noticed she didn't tend to wear a lot of makeup and today hadn't worn any. Her clothes were nice but she didn't seem to be obsessed with them. I was interested to learn what her idea of getting ready for our date was. She didn't disappoint me when she came out twenty minutes later. She had put on a scoop neck blue dress that hugged her body to the hips before flaring out .It hit her just above the knee and her feet were tucked into a pair of flats that I noticed in approval since I always hated girls who whined about aching feet when it was their own fault. Heels could be sexy but they were more suited to dinner than dancing. She was wearing makeup but it wasn't obvious except for her deep red lips. She looked perfect to me and I would have been fine keeping her to myself for the night but kept that idea to myself. "You look beautiful," I praised. I stepped close and buried a nose in her hair smelling the light floral scent of her shampoo and lotion combined. "Smell good too." I affirmed kissing her neck before I pulled away. "Thanks." I noticed she was blushing as she said it. I hadn't changed and I felt like I had cheated a bit but it seemed worse to make her wait on me now so we headed out. The parking lot was already crowded with cars and I noticed a lot of guys eyeing Michelle as we wound our way to the door. I wrapped an arm around her waist and she smiled up at me oblivious to the attention. The guy at the door waved us through before I could free my wallet from my back pocket. I could feel my hackles rising until she called back to him, "you still owe me fifty Joey!" All the tables and chairs from earlier were gone. The floor was packed with milling people and over their heads I could make a stage out at the opposite end of the room. The bar was crowded and we had to wait a good ten minutes to push forward for drinks. We moved through the crowd and Michelle stopped often chatting and introducing me to old school friends, neighbors, and even two cousins there with their own dates. I enjoyed watching her talk with other people even if I would have preferred to have her to myself more. I found myself growing more smug with every intro noting a few disappointed looks and an oddly hostel rebuff from a redhead Michelle had roomed with when she moved out at eighteen. I couldn't help but wonder what that was about. When the music started their weren't any speeches they simply slid into a version of Careless Whisper that was heavy on the electric guitar instead of the sax. The lead singer had a deep raspy voice that was somehow perfect for the song. Everyone pointed themselves towards the stage and several couples started dancing were they were. I stepped up to press against Michelle's back and we slow danced in the small floor space we had. The bands female bass player did a good job of Barracuda by Heart. Then it was Cream's Sunshine of Your Love and Faith No More's Epic the bassist doing the rap with male vocalist rasping out the chorus. Michelle danced to it all with my arms around her waist, her ass was against my fly. I knew she was thinking of that morning just as much as I was. Everyone went a bit wild when the beginning of Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit started. I slid my hands lower in the chaos and pressed her tighter against the growing bulge in my pants. Michelle leaned back fully against me and looked up into my face. I caught a glimpse of hardened nipples through her bra and top and leaned in to kiss her. She broke the kiss before I was ready. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes closed. She danced around until she was facing me and I couldn't resist sliding a hand over her ass before I settled it on her hip. Her arms went in the air and she lost herself to dancing the rest of the set letting her breasts graze my chest often and her hips press into mine. I slipped my thigh between hers at one point. She allowed herself to grind on it for a moment and her eyes shone as she locked them with mine. It was hot in the bar and I could see the shine of perspiration on all her bare skin. When the set stopped I leaned in to ask if she was as turned on as I was directly in her ear. She gave a throaty laugh and told me she'd be back in a minute. I watched her slip through the crowd. I was frustrated she hadn't demanded I get her out of there that moment. I went to the bar and got us each another drink. I gulped my beer thirstily and asked for a bottle of water. A hand slipped something in my pocket about the time I turned the water bottle up to down it. I was startled and slopped some water down my front. I heard a nearby couple laugh at the same time I realized it was Michelle's hand. Her face turned blood red. Her hand jerked out of my pocket and she left something she'd been holding behind. She took the bottle of water from me and drained the rest. The blush was slow to fade and she shook her head when I offered the beer I'd gotten for her. She motioned me closer until I all but had my ear to her lips. "My answer is in your pocket. Just don't pull them out. You told me it was a big turn on for you so..." I reached into my pocket and felt a lacy scrap of fabric. It was damp in spots and I groaned when I realized she'd thrust her creamy panties in my pocket. I was almost instantly painfully hard in my jeans. I imagined her bare pussy with its sexy inner lips seductively poking out glistening wet and bare under her skirt. "Are you ready to go?" I asked quietly. Her face was still flushed but her head shake was firm. The music was starting again and she dragged me along until we were over in a less crowded and darker corner. I couldn't focus on the music but I felt the beat in the press of her body to mine. I daringly darted a hand under her skirt at one point and skimmed it up the inside of one thigh. My fingertips brushed over moist lips before she turned. Her eyes flashed hotly at me but not with real anger. Her hands caught mine and held them for the rest our dance. When the set ended she pulled me outside and to the truck. The parking lot was empty and I thought the band must be doing another set. I moved in and pressed her against the door of the truck fingers bunching up the hem of her skirt and lips crushing hers. I bent my knees and pushed them between her own until my erection was against the vee of her sex. One of my hands swept up and burrowed down into the front of her dress til I could sweep my fingers over one tight nipple. My other flipped up her skirt and grabbed a sweetly rounded cheek in one hand. I was being to rough and I was barely in control. Her hands were clutching me to her one moment and then pushing me away. She twisted her head to the side breaking our kiss. Our breathing was ragged and loud. "Wait. Not here please. I'm sorry." I took my hands off her and put them on the door behind her. I took a moment before pulling away. "Okay," I affirmed. "It's okay. In the truck." I began opening the door as I stepped away and I put a shaking hand on her back to guide her climbing in. I closed the door and used both hands to adjust myself so I'd be able to climb in myself. Once we were on the road I took one of her hands and tugged until she slid across the bench seat. I tucked her into my side and wrapped my arm tight around her. I slipped my fingers under the edge of her dress gently stroking the top of her breast. She didn't protest so emboldened I undid as many of the small buttons that ran down the front to the waist as I could reach. My fingers delved under the cup of her bra to fondle one breast. She made a soft noise in the back of her throat and slid a hand up my thigh. I slid down in the seat easing off the gas. Her fingers caressed the outline of my cock through my jeans. I only allowed it for a moment before I told her I couldn't take the teasing and keep us on the road. I had a mental picture of my cock jutting up out of my jeans with her hand wrapped around it. I had one hand on the wheel and one buried deep in her wet pussy, The hem of her dress was thrown up exposing her from the hips down legs splayed open. Her unbuttoned dress gaped open an the cups of her bra where pushed under her pert breasts. I was on the perfect back road for this fantasy but even had Michelle been up for all that I didn't trust myself not to drive us into a tree. It was also a very dark night and not bright day like my vivid imaginings. Her hand was still on my thigh but not teasing and she squeezed it gently when my fingers plucked at her nipple softly. The rest of the drive seemed to go excruciate slow and I all but carried her to the door in my rush to have her naked and wrapped around me. She cursed like a sailor when she realized the door was locked. She ran over to a nearby tree and came giggling back with the key she pulled out of a knot hole. I allowed her to open and walk in the door before I pressed her against wall. My hands finished off the buttons fully exposing her breasts with their puckered nipples clearly visible through the sheer cups of her bra. I took a moment to admire the view before I slid my hands around to find the clasp of her bra. "In the front," she breathed. Her own hands were tugging up my shirt stroking over the skin she bared hungrily. I locked my lips around a hard little nipple and burrowed a hand under her skirt. She gasped when I pushed two fingers deep into her from behind. She was slick out to the thighs, so amazingly wet I abandoned my thoughts of immediately fucking her against the wall. I couldn't imagine not tasting her. I pushed her dress and bra straps over her shoulders pulling them down as I knelt in front of her. I kissed my way down her stomach and out across one hip. I nipped at the top of one thigh and licked my tongue towards her lips. I could taste her juices spread across the inside of her thighs. I took my time working my tongue to lap up every drop. I burrowed my lips and tongue into her wet heat feeling I couldn't get enough of her. I lifted a thigh and draped it over my shoulder opening her up more fully to me. I slid two fingers deep and began slowly pumping them as my mouth settled on her clit. Michelle was like a gas fire her passion flared up fast and hot. Her hands pulled at me until I was sure I'd pleasurably drown in her flesh while she came. I'd never been with anyone like her and it was heady to be able to get such a quick intense responses. I stood pulling my fingers reluctantly from her but eagerly undoing my fly. I hooked my thumbs under the waist band of both jeans and underwear and shucked them down until my cock sprang free. I didn't bother with removing them further. Week's Vacation Day 03 Michelle was watching me leaned against the wall, her hand came out to stroke me as I came within reach and I let my head fall back and simply enjoyed her touch for a moment. She teased the head of my cock with a thumb. I broke out in goose pimples as she moved to cup my balls with her free hand. I stepped closer and moved in to kiss her deeply. She nipped my lower lip and began guiding my cock to her pussy. She didn't guide me in but pressed the head to glide over her slick clit repeatedly. I grabbed her ass and pushed further so the head teased her entrance. She made a sweet little mewling noise in her throat. I slid inside slowly snagging her behind one knee so I could pull it up and to one side. I began thrusting slow and deep. I braced my free hand on the wall pushing myself back so I could look down at my cock pumping in and out of her. The overhead light cast dramatic shadows but I could see the slick wetness coating me as well as feel its heat. "Rub your clit for me baby. I want to watch you." I watched as her hand flattened over her mons as her fingertips covered her upper lips and started working in circles. "Fuck that's hot." I tore my eyes away to look up and find her watching my face. She caught me behind the neck drawing me in for a passionate kiss. I hardened my thrusts unable to resist any longer. I came after a few of these strokes and buried myself deep, groaning into her mouth. She broke our kiss to urge me on, "Yes cum hard for me. I love that." I could feel her hand locked between our hips almost frantically working. When her orgasm hit and her pussy clamped down on my softened and sensitive cock I couldn't handle it for long and pulled out. She made a sweet protesting noise and I managed to rally enough to slide two fingers in from behind as I had earlier. We stood locked in place like that while we both recovered. I lowered her leg but didn't offer to move from leaning against her. I tucked my face into her hair inhaling her scent with each deep breath. I felt her lips soft on my collarbone, her hand gently stroked my back. I wrapped my other hand around her back but left my fingers where they were. I began slowly backing toward the couch pulling her with me. We collapsed on our sides together and I shifted until I could rest a cheek on one breast. We lay like that for a while and I think I drifted off. Michelle squirming on my fingers caused me to take stock of how her touches had changed. She pressed her hands into my back instead of softly rubbing it and her hips were pressing down and back. I moved until I could wrap my lips around her nipple. She moaned arching her back. "Are you all hot and bothered again? Should I have taken these out earlier?" I wiggled my fingers inside her my hands sliding more firmly between her ass cheeks. "Hmmm don't take them out. Not unless you're going to put something else in." Her eager fingers found my cock and wrapped around it. It was just starting to harden. Her fingers quickly had it at full attention. I removed my fingers and stood up. I pulled her to her own feet after I toed my boots off and stepped out of my jeans. I gently helped her out of the one shoe she was still wearing. I led her down the hall and flipped the light switch in her room. I crossed the room and laid down on the bed and pulled her to straddle my hips. She didn't immediately move to put me inside her but instead tugged my erection up against my stomach as she had that first night and slowly began dragging her pussy up and down the underside of my shaft. She wasn't pressing down and the soft slide was the best and worst tease I'd ever experienced to that point. I slid my hands up and plucked at her nipples before cupping her breasts so both nipples poked from between my fingers. It was a very sexy sight. I moved my hands down to grip her hips pulling her down so the contact wasn't such torture. She slid forward and leaned so her breasts where in front of my mouth and I latched onto a nipple. She managed to reach around behind and guide my cock to the entrance of her vagina. She stopped there one arm locked holding herself over me for a long moment before she sat up and slid down my cock. Her nipple popped from my lips audibly when she did and I was pleasantly startled when her fingers moved down from my shaft to cup my balls. She rode me and I decided this was my favorite of all the ways we'd done it so far. Her breasts bounced with every movement and the hand on my balls was light and teasing. I moved my hand down and placed my thumb alongside her clit. Her hips began doing a rocking motion at the bottom of each thrust. I realized I was beginning to be able to tell exactly when she was getting close. Her moans got very low and I was glad since I could feel my own orgasm building and my balls tightening. I moved my thumb directly over her clit and was rewarded with her shuddering orgasm. The hand left on her hip held her down against me as my own release came. I protested a little later when she crawled off me and my soft dick flopped sadly against my thigh. I was just thinking of moving to find the edge of the covers when she came back. She used a warm rag to begin washing my belly, thighs, and penis. It was a sweet and thoughtful thing that I'd never had anyone do before. A few minutes later she slid into the bed beside me and covered us both. "Thank you sweetie." I kissed the top of her head when she settled it on my shoulder. "You're welcome," she sighed it out contentedly and wiggled into my side. I felt one of her feet slide under mine smoothing a lump of fabric from under one ankle. She fished it up and I felt a drag of fabric over my belly as she pulled her shorts from this morning from under the covers. She laughed and I pulled them from her grasp. "No clothes. Hmm I want you just like this." I slid a hand down her hip. She drifted off quickly and I managed to note how she made cute sleepy sounds right up until she fell asleep before I followed her myself. Week's Vacation Day 04 I been a busy little bee working double shifts so I've not had much free time to type this up. Sorry it's taken so long and hopefully it was worth the wait. ***** * Michelle* I was sprawled on my stomach, one arm dangling off the edge of the bed and my face buried in a pillow. My mouth was dry and I rolled over noticing my nudity and lack of covers at the same time I felt a twinge between my legs. I smiled, thinking of how amazing the things we'd done to cause my tenderness had been. I was a little past pleasantly tender. I got up to stretch out as much of the stiff soreness as I could. I wondered where Brian was and why he'd gotten up so early but decided to shower before I went looking for him. Maybe he'd even join me again. I shaved, washed my hair, taking my time. I got out when it became obvious I was wasting hot water. I dried my hair standing nude in front of the vanity mirror. I noticed I had several fingerprint bruises on one thigh and then a quarter sized one on my left ass cheek. Porn star bruises, I grimaced. Still at least they weren't on my knees. I bruised easily and certainly hadn't noticed when they happened. I walked in the bedroom and pulled out a pair of lacy briefs and cut off shorts. I pulled a scoop neck tee on sans bra and wandered out to find Brian. I noticed the washing machine and dryer were both hard at work as I passed them going down the hall. Brian was sitting at the kitchen table with his nose in a book. One hand was shoveling cereal in his mouth in a mindless way that I was disgusted to find myself thinking of as cute. I watched him for a while until I realized what he was reading. "Seriously? I have two shelves of romance novels out of like fifty plus total shelves and you're reading a romance?" I moved to get a bowl and spoon out snagging the milk from the fridge before I settled at the table across from him. "Good morning beautiful." He smiled at me sliding the cereal towards me. "I was doing research. This is pretty steamy stuff." He waggled his eyebrows. "Do you find this sort of thing romantic? I mean this guy tricked the girl into marrying him for her inheritance which it turns out she doesn't have but he falls in love with her so no harm done?" "No honestly I don't. The local used book store has a free box out front." I pointed out the black mark across the top of the pages of the book. "The owner marks them so people don't waste her time trying to trade them back to her. I can't hardly resist a free book and once I have it well..." I shrugged helplessly. "If I can't find it a good home if it doesn't belong with me forever, what can I do but let it stay with me?" I acted as if I were covering the books ears. "They recycle unwanted books in this county." He laughed. "So you're saying you can't turn away a homeless book? Have you read all the books in there? Or are a majority of them homeless? I thought about it. "I'd say five percent are homeless but I think I read about two percent of those all the way through. I started to read them all of course. I don't just bring home every stray I find. That filth though, my Great Aunt Glenda can't get enough of those. Not that I hate all romances but she likes the ones with male chauvinist jackasses." I shrugged. "I pick um up throw them on a shelf and she carts them off when she visits." "Well that's a relief. I was really wondering how I could manage to trick you into doing something you didn't want to do." "I'd really prefer you stick to convincing me to do things I already wanna do. You're good at it. Thanks for starting the laundry by the way, that was sweet. I should probably strip the bed today." I smiled at him when he really registered what I'd said. "I don't mind laundry. So what exactly do you want to do that I should be convincing you to do today?" He made a face. "That sounded better in my head." I laughed and poured cereal. "I don't know about being convinced of anything crazy today. I know this is your vacation but how about a lazy day?" "Lazy sounds good to me too. I don't expect you to provide a thrill a minute or constant entertainment. It's just nice to be here with you." He leaned over the table. "It has been though, a thrill a minute. " He waggled his brows before looking a bit sheepish. "I saw the bruises this morning. I'm sorry about those I knew I was too rough last night. I didn't really hurt you did I?" "You didn't hurt me. It's fine and the bruises aren't really a big deal." I cleared my throat. "So what would you like to do today?" I finished a bit primly. "How about we cuddle up and read or watch a movie in between doing the laundry?" "Sounds good to me." I said beaming at him. After I finished eating I did the dishes quickly and went back to strip the bed. Brian was in the hall folding clothes straight out of the dryer. He had the underwear I'd shoved into his pocket last night in his hands and I realized the load was nothing but my delicates he'd even used a lingerie bag. I was impressed despite myself. I had just unfurled the fitted sheet when Brian came in and took up the other side. We made the bed together and I was amused when I caught him tucking covers and all under the mattress up his side of the bed. He got all the way to the top before he grunted in obvious disgust and undid it. He proceeded to do a very neat hospital corner which is exactly what I like. I enjoyed watching him. The muscles in his arms rippled and his face was very expressive. "So exactly how serious were you about my keeping that little gift you gave me last night?" He'd turned and picked up a pile of folded underwear he'd brought in and on top were the ones I'd put in his pocket last night. I laughed. "If you wanted them you shouldn't have offered them back to me. Those are expensive." "I prefer them on you or just taken off of you." He winked and turned to put my things away. "I'd love to take you shopping sometime. You seem to be lacking a few color choices here." I laughed thinking he was teasing me. My underwear drawer was like an explosion I never folded the panties. All my bras were neatly lined up on one side in a stark contrast to the tangle of panties on the other. "Why no pink? Or purple?" He was unfolding and mixing in the panties he'd gone to put away. He paused to feel a pair of silk briefs between his thumb and fingers. Oh he was serious. "I'm not really a fan of pink. I just haven't found any purple I like lately. So I suppose you think taking a girl shopping is gonna be like a movie montage. I'd come out and parade around for you and the store would be amazingly empty." It was his turn to laugh. "No I don't think that. I might hope to see you in them later but honestly I just liked the idea of you wearing something I bought. Like you'd have to think of me every time you wore them. I think you'd look amazing in pink." "Oh well I don't need underwear you bought for that now do I?" I mumbled it as I turned to gather up the dirty sheets. I was thinking of how the underwear I'd worn every day this week would remind me of him. "Are you saying you'll think of me anyway or you can look amazing in pink without underwear?" He was holding up the only garter belt I owned. "That I'd think of you but maybe the other as well. You know those aren't crotchless panties right?" I teased. "Yeah. So what are the chances you have thigh highs and you'll wear them for me?" "I could do that." I went and dumped the sheets in the washer. I went back to the bedroom and took out a pair of black lace stockings. I held them up. His head dropped back and he groaned. He came over wrapping his arms around my waist and burrowing his face in my neck. "I might not be able to resist eating you all up." He made growling noises and playfully pretended to chew on my neck. I laughed and tossed my head back not even pretending to try to get away. He kissed the corner of my mouth, hugging me tighter. I closed my eyes wanting to savor the feeling. We broke apart. I shucked my shorts, the briefs I'd chosen this morning were a pale green. I moved over to the dresser and fished out a pair of black lace briefs. Brian moved to sit on the edge of the bed, I began gathering up a stocking after I traded the panties and slipped the garter belt into place. I balanced on one foot to slip my toes into the stocking. I placed my toes on Brian's knee as I began smoothing it up my calf. My hair swung like a curtain over one shoulder. I hooked the garter's clips to the top of stocking, smoothing my hands up the length of my leg. Brian's hands followed mine more slowly, caressing. I could tell from the look on his face he appreciated the view as well as the feel of my lace clad leg. I began to work on gathering up the other turning away from him this time to offer a view from behind. I pointed my toes and bent at the waist. When I finished I slowly straightened and turned. Brian was slightly leaned back and clearly enjoyed the show based on the slight bulge in his jeans. He sat up so he could snag the hem of my tee with one hand. He reeled me back until I was standing between his knees. "Take your shirt off for me." I crossed my arms and grasped the hem and slowly pulled it over my head. I'd skipped the bra that morning. Brian made a deep growling noise of approval when my bare breasts came into view. I dropped the tee and grabbed the hem of his tee, pulling it over his head. I stepped closer knees bumping the mattress as his hands stroked down my outer thighs. I was already excited, the little show I'd put on for him had worked on me far more effectively than him as far as I could tell. He slowly worked his lips across the under side of one breast, seemingly in no hurry. I wanted more, faster. I pulled away dropping to kneel in front of him. I slid my hands down his chest from his shoulders making sure to graze his tight little nipples. His stomach clenched jumping under my fingers as they slipped in the waist band of his jeans. I worked his fly open tugging the zipper down to find he didn't have any briefs on. His hard cock popped up eagerly and I rewarded it by taking it straight into my mouth. "Fuck!" His fingers delved into my hair pulling it back from my face. I looked up watching him watch me. I loved the feeling of power I had with my lips wrapped around his hardness. Any woman who thought this was a subservient position was sadly uninformed. I grasped the base with one hand working it in time with my lips sliding up and down his shaft. I wasn't in the mood for teasing and my other hand slipped down to circle my clit through the lacy crotch of my panties. Brian couldn't handle this very long and soon grabbed me under the arms pulling me up and turning me so my back was towards him. I felt his fingers hook under the crotch of my panties pulling them to the side even as he pulled me back onto his lap. The head of his cock almost made the entrance unaided, then slid up over my clit. He groaned in frustration. The hand on my stomach moved to guide his erection into my extremely wet cunt. This was what I had wanted, to be taken with urgency and just a bit of force. I wanted him to want me like he had the night before. He'd been wild and rough when he had me pressed up against his truck. His thrusts were hard and his hands were a little hard themselves where they gripped me and pulled me tight to him. I thought he'd be cumming any minute with the pace he seemed to be setting and was eager for it even. He surprised me however by abruptly standing with me. I probably would have fallen over had his hands not still had a firm hold on me. He turned us bending me over my vanity chair before thrusting his cock deep into my pussy once more. I felt the panties rip when he tugged them forcefully out of his way. My hip burned where the brunt of the pressure had come from when he did this. The pain only distracted me for a moment before the pleasure took back over. I let my head fall forward my arms braced against the vanity edge to keep the chairs back from digging into my middle. "I'm close..." I assured him hoping he'd be able to hold out just a little longer. I could feel my orgasm building pleasurably but not as fast as I'm sure his was. One hand gathered my hair and tugged my head back gentle but firmly insistent. My eyes opened and I realized he was watching us in my vanity mirror. I could see the strain on his face of holding himself back. His jaw was clenched tightly. I saw his eyes flicker from mine to my breasts bouncing with his every thrust. The whole scene in the mirror was enough to push me over the edge. I moaned, watching my own orgasm and Brian's obvious pride at being the cause of it through half lidded eyes. His pace quickened then stopped with him thrust deep and I felt the hot spread of his cum deep inside me. I could feel my thighs quivering with a combination of exhaustion and strain. Brian palmed one of my breasts still watching us in the mirror. "Fuck!" His voice was uneven, breathing still ragged. He pulled me upright to lean back against him. His chin came to rest on my shoulder. The hand on my hip slid over my stomach to slowly rub my mons. I shuddered a little, still sensitive from my recent climax. He slowly plucked at my nipple as well watching himself do so in the mirror. "I always thought a mirrored ceiling seemed cheap and sleazy but I'm seeing the appeal right now." He chuckled a little still playing with my body lazily. His toes hooked a leg of the chair dragging it to the side. "Put one foot up there." I did noticing my panties were indeed ripped up the right side all the way to the waistband. They were held together there by a grand total of five threads. Brian snapped these with a quick tug. "These I think I will take home with me," he said pulling them down out of the way of his view. They were still intact on one side and even held up in place by the straps of my garter belt but with my thigh raised up to the side the crotch fell away. The view of my pussy in the mirror was clearly what he'd been after. He made a rumbling appreciative noise in his throat eyes locked on the site. "Look at that." His voice was soft but commanding. "So beautiful. I'm going to brand this in my memory. Has to be the most sexy thing I've ever seen in my life." His palm grazed up the inside of my stocking clad thigh until it hit bare skin. He gripped at me softly before sliding up further till his fingers grazed the protruding inner lips of my pussy. He stroked them before sliding his fingers deep into my wetness. His touch was soft and gentle which I was grateful for. The tenderness of this morning was more of a rawness now that the effects of my orgasm had worn off. I must have made a sound of protest or pain because he apologized immediately withdrawing his fingers. "I'm just a little sore." I said removing my foot from the vanity chair. I unhooked the garter belt from my left stocking letting the ruined panties fall to the floor. "Leave those on." He kissed my shoulder, "I promise I'll behave myself." I re-hooked the garter before turning to wrap my arms around his neck. He'd stepped out of his jeans at some point and I enjoyed the feel of his bare body aligned with mine. I burrowed into his neck inhaling the sweet smell of him. His arms were gentle and even a bit tentative when he hugged me and I giggled. "I'm not gonna break, you know. I'm a little sore but it'll go away. That was amazing, exactly what I wanted." I made a bad impression of a cat growl. "Raow! It was very hot how forceful you were." I admitted this last smiling into his chest. He tipped my head up so he could see my face with a hand on the back of my neck. "You drive me crazy. I've never been this way with anyone. I got very jealous at one point there." It was his turn to flush, cheeks red. "I couldn't help but wonder who you bought these things for and who else has seen you like this. I didn't like it but I shouldn't have been so rough with you." I cleared my throat stalling while I decided whether to be amused or annoyed. "I said I liked it and I meant it. In fact there at the end it should have been fairly obvious exactly how much I liked it." I chuckled even as I felt myself blushing despite myself. "As for who I bought them for that's..." His hand covered my mouth quickly and he shook his head, "I don't want to know, really. I just wanted you to know the way you get to me and I'm still sorry no matter how enjoyable it was. You're going to be covered in bruises tomorrow." I growled, pulling his hand off my mouth. "I said I wanted you to be forceful. I also was going to tell you I bought all my underwear for my fucking self! I've never bought underwear to impress a man, naked impresses them just fine. If I wanted it soft and tender I would have made that clear. I've never had a problem with saying no in my life" I scooped up my ripped underwear and threw them angrily in his face. "Also don't ever cover my mouth to shut me up it just really pisses me off." I was completely out of steam by the end of this sentence. I grabbed my shorts and shirt on my way into the bathroom. I washed up a bit. I pulled on the clothes refusing to go out and apologize for my outburst or even admit I'd forgotten underwear. Being stubborn almost always carried it's own forms of punishment. When I came out Brian had put his jeans back on and he'd used some of my lipstick to write 'JERK' on his forehead and 'I'm sorry' on his chest. I burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, too. That was a bit over the top." He smiled "I don't know about that. When I thought about it well...Only an asshole asks a question without expecting an answer. I'm not a chauvinistic pig most of the time. So truce?" I nodded. Then smiled wider when I spotted the lipstick he'd used on the vanity. It was a stain I'd only used once because it was better than it's 12 hour promise and had it fact proved almost impossible to remove. "I'm sorry!" I burst out before I collapsed laughing on the bed. He gave in and laughed with me when I explained what he'd used to write 'Jerk' on his face. I ended up using rubbing alcohol but got the jerk to disappear completely. I didn't meet with the same success on his chest but he managed to laugh it off. "This way I'm ready if I piss you off again. Which if it'd get you to toss your panties in my face every time I'd be very tempted to do." We ended up in the library. Brian picked out a mystery and I grabbed an old favorite. He stretched out and put his head in my lap. I petted his head while we read. I noted how he seemed to eat up every bit of psychical attention he was given. When I ran my fingertips behind his ear his eyes drifted closed and he tilted his head to give me better access. I spent far more time watching him than reading and I wondered if he was honestly reading himself or simply flipping pages every so often. One of his hands stoked the back of my calf. I could tell he enjoyed the feel of the lace. The dryer buzzed long before we actually got up and went to get it. It was nice folding and hanging clothes with him in the tight space. My hip bumped his butt when I stretched for a hanger and he bent for more clothes out of the machine. His forearm rubbed over my back as he flicked the wrinkles out of a shirt. I was almost ready to change my mind about enjoying laundry but only if I got to do it with him. I'd noticed how easy he was to be with from the first day. I especially noticed when we had worked in the kitchen together. I'd thought how rare it was to find someone so easy to work with. We moved around each other without having to talk, like we'd been doing it for years. I made us BLTs for lunch while he switched the sheets to the dryer and put in the last load. I was still putting them together on plates when he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me from behind. Week's Vacation Day 04 "Bacon! You sure do know how to treat a man," he teased. "Of course. I was raised around a lot of them. It's easy. Feed um meat, don't make um wait long, feed um meat..." I trailed off making thoughtful noises. "Something else they like can't think what it is." I pressed my self back into him. Resisting the urge to actually say 'eat their meat' aloud. He chuckled and squeezed me tighter before letting go. He grabbed us a couple of beers out of the fridge while I brought our sandwiches to the table, snagging a bag of chips on the way. I watched Brian eat, enjoying the play of muscles along his jaw and the look of obvious enjoyment he wore. He hadn't bothered putting his shirt back on earlier but had thrown it in with the laundry. Not even the traces of lip stain still on his chest took away my enjoyment of the view. "What? Do I have something on my face?" "Naw. You're just so purdy I like looking at your face." I laid the accent on thick and smiled at him sweetly. "Aw shucks. Not near so purdy as you are. Why you're just cuter than...I can't think of anything near as cute as you." He propped his chin on one hand, batting his lashes at me. "Wow that's disturbing. You should do that if you get pulled over the cop will think you're having a seizure." I laughed. "Do I look like that?" I batted my eyes rapidly at him. "You mean like this?" He demonstrated his eye batting again. I giggled, snorting once. I covered my lower face with both hands but couldn't quite stop laughing. He laughed with me. We left the lunch dishes in the sink to be dealt with later. When we got back to the library he sat where I'd been before and I lay with my head in his lap. We didn't bother to pretend to read. I closed my eyes to enjoy him running his fingers through my hair. I rolled what I'd been wanting to ask him the last couple days over in my mind wondering how to approach it. I was definitely falling for this guy. He had made a point of telling me about his ex the other night. It seemed like you wouldn't make a point about how you planned to be settled and married unless that was still what you wanted. "So after you get back, you have a plan? I mean like a job and area you're going to settle down in?" I kept my eyes closed trying to seem casual. "It's pretty simple to slide into a civilian contracting slot since thats what I'm already doing. I'll probably even be able to stay in the area if I want. Listen don't be worried okay? I'm not heading off into combat. I'm going over to Germany to work on contracts from there. It's not a big deal. Honestly I feel a bit like I'm cheating not getting something more dangerous as my last tour." I knew he'd been sent over seas before. He'd just gotten home from a tour in Iraq when we first started talking. He hadn't been very open about how he'd spent his time there or how he felt about any of it. He in stark contrast had been very vocal about this tour, how he was excited to see Germany. He'd also brought up how glad he was to be finishing up his time in the air force. I thought he felt relieved he didn't have to be in the thick of things again as well. "I'm glad you won't be. Besides it'll be tough tasting all that German beer." I teased hoping to take away the frown that'd settled on his face. He smiled tightly. "Yeah. So will you come visit me? I've heard Paris can be a day trip away." He hummed a few bars of something and threw in a few french words. "I have no clue what you're saying." I laughed. "You could be saying the moon is full of cheese for all I know." "I could be saying that for all I know. It's an Eartha Kitts song my Mom likes. I don't even remember if any of it's in English." "So you'd really want me to visit you in Germany?" The conversation had ended up taking a vastly different path than I'd wanted. Still it made my heart leap that he couldn't wait another six months to see me. "Of course. I don't know how things are going to be over there exactly. I'll be in base housing just like I am right now on Langley. So It wouldn't be hugely glamorous unless we did go to Paris or a hotel. I'd love to see you before I actually come back." I grinned. "I'm not exactly a high class fancy pants type of woman. I'd love to come visit you." I swallowed my frustration at not getting the conversation around to the topic of commitment and kids. I had a moment to wonder if withholding the fact that you would never have kids was the same as lying. It might not even matter in the long run. I pushed it from my mind determined to enjoy the here and now. "That's not what your underwear drawer says about you." He leaned down and kissed me. It was soft and sweet, leaving me feeling more than a little blown away by the tenderness he managed to convey. His fingers trailed down my neck. They played over my collarbone slowly before tracing the edge of my top. His hands hooked under my back, shifting me until I was draped over his lap half reclining against the couch arm. I wrapped my arms around his neck massaging his upper back with my roaming hands. His lips brushed over mine then trailed hotly over my neck. I twisted so my breasts pressed into his chest. I nipped his earlobe lightly before running the tip of my tongue along the outside swirl of the lobe. He shivered once as I breathed hotly over the wetness. "Wait. What exactly does my underwear drawer say about me?" I asked pulling back. He used one arm to sweep my hair around until it was draped over the couch arm prettily. "Well...mainly what it said to me was you're a woman who has some fancy underpants. So you are in fact a fancy pants type of woman. Oh and they're a mess. No offense! Unless you'll throw your panties in my face again." He teased grinning as he rubbed the tip of his nose against mine. He brought a handful of hair around draping it between my breasts. "Fair enough. So I suppose you fold every thing neatly and even put away your socks in rows?" My tone matched his teasing one. He'd already told me he liked order and kept his place very organized. His hand slipped under the hem of my tee stroking up my side. "I don't roll my socks I fold them together twice and stack them together by color. I'm not a total neat freak though. I can appreciate the beauty in imperfection." He slipped his hand up grazing over a bare nipple causing it to pucker tightly. His hand swept the tee up bunching the fabric under my arms. "See perfection would be you laid naked except those stockings across my lap but I can see the beauty in you just like this." He traced an ever tightening circle over my breast with one finger. He smiled finally bringing his gaze up to my eyes. I sat up taking off the tee entirely before laying back. His hand swept up between my breasts, traveling first over one then the other, teasingly plucking at the nipples. "Beautiful." I raised a hand to his chest and he caught it in his. He took both my hands and raised them over my head, he held them there with one hand while his other returned to pluck and tease my nipples softly. I felt embarrassingly exposed as well as powerfully turned on by this position. The hand holding mine was loose but I didn't try to pull away, I wanted to know where this was going. I arched my back lifting myself into his touch. He leaned forward wrapping his lips around one hard nipple his hand cupping and lifting it from underneath before switching his attentions to the other. Brian's lips covered mine as his fingers unzipped my fly. He popped open the button on my shorts fingers combing lightly through my short bush. He pulled back to watch his hand disappear down my shorts.. I began to squirm under his light touch wanting more. He withdrew his hand and I growled in protest. He chuckled as he began shucking my shorts one handed down over my hips. I started to pull my hands down to help but his fingers tightened on my wrist stopping me. "Just lift your hips." He managed to whip them off easily once he got them to my knees. He hooked a hand behind the knee closest to the couch back drawing it up and to the side. His palm dragged down my inner thigh until it covered my pussy again. I could feel myself getting wet and I could feel Brian's erection against my side. "See perfection," he breathed. I was beginning to wonder exactly how far he was going to take this. I was sore but I was coming close to not caring. I could feel Brian's erection again my side where I was draped across his lap. "How's this?" His fingertips plucked at my swollen inner labia. I moaned, "That's not sore at all." I assured him. "How about here?" His fingers pressed back to delve in my wetness before sliding up around my clit. I shuddered hungry for more. His fingertips grazed my clit and I felt electrified. I bucked my hips and then pulled them back from the too intense sensations. "I know how to fix that." He withdrew his fingers, bringing them up and sucking them clean with his eyes locked on mine. He kissed me then releasing my wrists and shifting me so I was sitting up. I could taste myself on his lips before he pulled away, standing. He pressed me back so I was draped over the sofa arm again. His hands cupped my breasts flicking the nipples with his thumbs. He swept his hands down until they could grasp behind my knees pulling them wide, twisting my hips towards him where he knelt in front of the couch. He bent over me and his tongue swept deep from the back all the way up until it swept over my clit. He used gentle fingers to part me and his tongue rode my clit firmly before he sucked it and my inner labia into his mouth. My hands found my own breasts while his mouth devoured my wet cunt. "Oh yeah. That feels so good." I pinched my nipples to resist the temptation to grab the back of his head and hump his face. His hands cupped my ass lifting my hips off the couch. I dug my heels into the buttery leather, lace stockings causing them to slide a bit. I lost myself in the moment turned on past caring what noises or words came out of my mouth. When my orgasm came I clamped one calf around his back pulling him into me, pinning him in place. He continued slowly licking me after I collapsed back panting raggedly. After a while he stood dropping his jeans. He had one hand firmly wrapped around his cock and a scrap of fabric protruding from the other. He straddled my hips. I ran my hands up the tops of his thighs and took his cock in both fists shooing his own hands away.He chuckled apparently finding this comical. "Here," he said it quietly and I saw his face was flushed. He offered me the scrap of fabric. I took it in one hand recognizing my torn panties. I left the other slowly teasing the tip of his cock with my thumb. I understood what he wanted immediately. I spread them over the palm of my hand showing them to him clearly. "Do you want me to stroke your hard cock with my dirty panties?" I saw the flare of excitement in his eyes and smiled. He nodded. "Do you want to cum all over my breasts?" I asked as I began slowly sliding them up and down his cock. I knew from our many phone conversations that the dirty talk itself was a turn on and cumming on my breasts another. "Oh fuck yes!" He affirmed unsteadily. "If you slid up I could suck the head of your hard cock while I stroke you with the panties still." I tempted him. His nostrils flared and I could tell I'd given him an idea for later but he shook his head for now. I slid my bare hand back to cup his balls. It was an awkward angle but the groan this wrung from deep in his throat made it more than worth it. I took my time stroking him soft and slow for a long time before I sped up. He seemed content to let me stroke him for however long I would. I wondered if it was willpower or extreme neglect. He was a very attentive and skilled lover so I leaned towards it being self control but I kept thinking of him basking in my every simple touch earlier. When I did quicken my strokes he reached down and tugged the panties from my hand. It didn't take me long to stroke him to climax after that and I began to doubt my theory about self control. His cum strung out over my left breast mainly and a pool of it formed in the valley over my sternum. I continued to softly rub the head of his cock with my thumb after he finished using a bead of cum like a lube. He let his head fall back, making soft appreciative noises. I wasn't exactly turned on by being ejaculated on but it didn't bother me either. I did enjoy knowing I'd pleased him so well. The muscles in his thighs ticked involuntarily and his stomach quivered. I scooted up out from between his thighs until my knees were even with his and pushed him over. He toppled without protest stretching out groaning with obvious satisfaction. I extracted a foot from under his ass and he made a funny little chuffing noise. I scooped up my tee wiping the majority of the cum from my chest before I slid up to lie beside Brian. I ran my hand over his chest enjoying the feel of his still pounding heartbeat under my palm. "Don't you dare throw those panties away if I pass out." His voice was a low rumble with my ear pressed to his chest. "Who says I'm not gonna pass out, too?" I asked saucily. "You're way too squirmy to be headed that way." I stilled myself realizing I'd been rubbing my thigh over the top of his in addition to the hand wandering his chest. "Don't stop. I just meant you can't pass out if you have the energy for that." He squeezed my waist with his arm before going limp again. "So are you really going to keep those panties?" I asked. He cracked one eye whether to judge my reaction or simply to see if I was seriously going to keep him awake I didn't know. He closed it and I saw a blush creeping up his neck. "Yes I am. Forever!" I giggled at his embarrassment, enjoying myself. "So you really are a kinky pervert!" I teased him with words he'd once used on me when I told him I thought watching him masturbate on cam was sexy. He flushed more deeply and I realized he was honestly bothered. I levered myself up until I hovered over him my nose a bare inch from his. "I kinda like it." I waited for him to open his eyes and look at me. "I like it when you blush you're adorable." "I'm supposed to be saying that to you. I don't want you to think I'm creepy. Perverted is okay as long as it doesn't gross you out." I laughed unable to help myself. "I just jerked you off with panties you ripped off me and let you come on my chest. I don't know if that's perverted but it was all pretty hot stuff to me. Unless this is the part where you tell me you have a drawer full of ladies underwear you sniff to get off I think we're good. You don't do you?" "No I told you earlier I prefer wet panties on or just taken off normally. Those are special though." "It's cause you ripped them off isn't it?" I asked. I rolled my eyes not giving him the chance to answer before I went on. "Boys! If I was gonna keep a trophy it'd be for a better reason than I had big muscles." "That's not it. So what do you consider perverted?" He asked changing the topic. I debated refusing to let the panty issue drop and gave up. "I dunno I'm not exactly experienced but that was more cowardice than aversion. I guess pain and being told what to do are strictly off limits with me. You know what I mean. Not like you telling me what you want me to do but like domination stuff. I don't exactly find men in women's underwear hot either but I wouldn't judge I love men's boxers." I grinned at the choked noise he made. "I don't wear women's underwear." I was proud of him for the calmness he managed after his sputtering stopped. "I didn't say you did." I said innocently. "How about you? What do you consider off limits?" "Women who cruelly tease men is very high on my list." "I've heard blue balls isn't a laughing matter." I nodded seriously. "What else?" "Oh shit." He chuckled. "I agree with the pain and domination pretty much. Where exactly have you been chatting to learn about stuff like that? "Wow I just realized what you think of me. Okay here's the thing, you think I'm some sheltered sweet little country girl but I'm not. I'm an hour away from Knoxville and some extreme shopping options. I buy sexy underwear to please myself. Also I read a lot. I also read a lot of different stuff. Including often the men's magazines on the back of my Uncle Uno's toliets. I was raised by a man only twelve years older than me, he just didn't think to really shelter me from sex stuff. Not that he was perverted or let boys around me if he knew about them just he wasn't really my father or that mature. My mother is well, in a word wild. She's probably the only mother to explain anal as a good birth control method. I'm constantly shocked she doesn't have herpes. I'm telling you this so you'll understand why I'm not sexually oppressed. I was never told anything was wrong." I laughed hoping I hadn't just shocked or insulted him. "I know stuff. I even have very firm opinions on some things. I watch porn sometimes, too. Its always been easier to say no than risk turning out like my mother." I looked at him frankly, willing him to ignore my blushing cheeks. He cleared his throat. "I just got the impression that maybe you were..." he trailed off. "You mean I wouldn't do anything on cam and I was nervous at first when we'd have phone sex." I shrugged, "I said I knew stuff not that I'd done stuff. It was also way harder to think of how to say some things on the phone. Stupid but there you are. I think maybe I'm a way bigger pervert than you. Good thing I'm not scaring you off by telling you everything all at once." "So," he said, "what you're telling me is you're every man's ultimate fantasy and you just happened to be single and fall into my lap without me even realizing what I had at first? A lady on the street and sexually adventurous nympho in the bedroom. Now seriously we need to discuss this you have to have a huge fault somewhere. Mainly cause there's no way I'll be able to keep you if you don't." "I get that you're being cute but I have a lot of faults. I'm stubborn and argumentative about stupid stuff. I love trashy low humor so that rules out the lady part right there. I can be very selfish. If you ever cheated on me I'd burn all your shit on your front lawn. Shamelessly. like stand there and tell the neighbors you cheated so I'm burning your shit. The sexually adventurous part is brand new." I paused wondering if I was being honest or just trying to scare him off before I got more attached. "Fair enough I'll never cheat on you. Don't ever cheat on me either though. I have a very bad track record of girls I fall for cheating on me. Stay a coward with other men okay? Only be perverted with me." My heart stuttered a bit at him saying he was falling for me until I processed that he meant in future. "I'm not a cheater or cheap. I slept with you right away because you paid the toll." I turned the last teasing not wanting to get into anything too deep too fast. I'd only meant to make him understand that I wasn't some ignorant hillbilly. "What was the toll?" he asked. "Well you put a years hard work into pitching woo through the phone, Internet, and postal service. Then you traveled eight hours to meet and presented me with proper tribute. Which you had made with your own two hands. Plus you're very hot and I hadn't gotten laid in over a year." "When you say it that way it does sound impressive. So now back to something important you said earlier. About watching porn..." he prompted me. "You can't be meaning you want to watch some. You've cum twice today and I'm sore." I said it laughingly. "What? Would you mind? NO! I meant what do you normally watch?" He seemed a bit flustered. Week's Vacation Day 04 "Would I mind what? I also feel unclear what you're asking exactly what I normally watch. I've watched porn but I don't have a favorite title." I giggled a little unable to stop myself. "I meant would you ever watch porn with me? Later, not now. But would you mind if you knew I watched porn? I meant what kind of stuff you'd watched before." "I'd watch porn with you, it could be exciting. Later and it'd have to be the good stuff you know, with a plot. I know you watch porn now. I've watched straight porn you know not super hardcore stuff but there this couple series I found online once. They weren't all pizza guy gets boned. Teacher takes advantage. Father gets gross with babysitter. It was just couples who were already together having good sex." I finished a bit lamely hoping he wasn't super into pizza guy, teacher, babysitter porn. "How do you know I watch porn?" He asked a little indignantly. I looked at him frankly. "It's the new century, you have internet. Internet that's covered with free snippets of porn and you have a cock. I know you watch porn. I don't mind honestly I'd rather be with a guy who jerks off to porn as even fantasies of another girl he knows in real life. Keep all your magazines, you don't even have to hide them if I visit. Just to be clear we've now slept together and you've expressed a desire for that to continue into the future. I might me jumping the gun but I consider that a binding contract of monogamy until you tell me you wanna see other people. We mentioned cheating as of now it would be." He'd begun smiling when I started my speech and by the end he looked like a complete fool. His eyes were a bit glazed and I could count his teeth. "Hello? Are you listening? I know you're happy to keep your porn but I'm talking important stuff here." I snapped my fingers in front of his face. He laughed hugging me. "I was listening to it all. I was just trying to commit that speech to memory. I'm going to tell it to our kids when they ask when I fell in love with you. Well maybe not but it was awesome." I sighed disappointed to be right for once. "I don't plan on ever having kids." I said it flatly ready to get this conversation over. "I'm very sure and I won't change my mind. If that's what you want someone to settle down and have kids with you should know that right now. I got the idea the other night you're still very ready to settle down and have a family. That can't be with me." I could feel tears just ready to well up and my throat tightened around what felt like a hard lump. I bit my cheek until I was sure I'd stay dry eyed and looked up at him. He met my eyes briefly. "Wow this got serious." His head fell back and I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach. "I do want kids. I already told you I'm not just messing around here. I'm falling in love with you so I'm not willing to just write this off. I can tell you're serious. Fuck I can feel it, you're stiff as a board. Can we talk about it? Why you don't want to have kids. Fuck! I mean do you even want to? Here I am spewing love for the fourth time and you haven't said a word." He sat up grabbing his pants from the floor. "Of course I do! I just, I'm not good at this. Do you know what kind of monster people look at you like you are when you say you don't want kids? Honestly I've been worried about this since you told me about your last relationship. You mentioned settling down and kids but I couldn't blurt it out then. We talked about a lot of stuff but it never got very serious over the phone. I mean can you imagine? 'We've never met in real life but how about we have a chat to see if our life goals match up.' It's very hard to work kids into a conversation when you aren't technically dating someone." I felt sick now that I'd released that word vomit instead of better. Brian turned to me slowly. "Do you have feelings for me?" "What? Of course, I have since before we even met in person." I bit my lip instantly regretting my honesty. "Okay." He kicked his pants back off and gathered me into his arms, laying back on the couch again. "Okay that's good." He stroked my hair softly for a minute and I allowed myself to relax into his side again. Then he asked the million dollar question the one no ever seemed to consider before they assured me I'd change my mind. "You can't can you?" He asked gently but it was painful all the same. I felt the tears well but refused to blink and let them fall. "No I can't." I took a deep breath. "So I can't change my mind." I added the last a bit spitefully. He didn't respond to that last bit of venom. "How did you find out?" I drew a shuddering breath shocked at his ability to ask the hardest questions. The ones no one ever came up with. "I had very messed up periods in my teens. After I became sexually active, no period so I went to the doctor. I came up positive on a pregnancy test. Then a couple of weeks later I started bleeding. Another doctor visit and he thought I was still pregnant but he wanted me to go to a specialist since it was more than just spotting. That happens sometimes even in a healthy pregnancy apparently. This wasn't though spotting I mean. I had tumors and fibroids and a pap test came back abnormal. I had a complete vaginal hysterectomy with salpingo-oophorectomy. The biopsy came back and the tumors were all benign so there was that. It was too late though they'd took it all because they were scared of cervical cancer. It's very rare under 25 cases a year back then in the fifteen to nineteen year old age range. It's barely over a hundred in the twenty to twenty five year range. On the positive side I never have periods. I take a daily hormone replacement and I don't have to go through menopause later." "Okay," he assured me softly. "It's okay." It wasn't but for the first time telling someone was. His calm non- judgmental acceptance to it all was exactly what I somehow needed. "I wouldn't blame you." I said it softly just to let him know I'd understand. I'd thought of children a lot once I couldn't have them. With my own messed up mother as an example and my own selfishness I probably wouldn't be much more of a parent than her. I'd decided I didn't want them, it didn't take the pain out of the inability though. I wanted a love all my own that I wouldn't have to share. I didn't want to put children before myself as they should be. It was a hard idea to express without some asshole pointing out I had to grow up someday and I'd feel different then. If more people were more honest there'd be a lot less miserable unwanted kids in the world. I did admit it might be easier to avoid mistakes when I didn't have to worry about the percentages of pill and condom failures. Not that I'd gone hog wild testing that theory before this week. "Were..."he didn't finish the question and I didn't bother to answer even though I knew what he'd been about to ask. "So if you're going to stay for the rest of your vacation how about some dinner?" I interjected. I started to get up but he stopped me. His hands framed my face and he pulled my lips to his. It was a soft kiss but tender and somehow it felt like a promise. "I'm not going anywhere. You'll have to beat me off with a stick. A big stick bigger than you. You'd have to call your Uncle." He made a mock horrified face. "Promise me you wouldn't let him put me in a barbecue." I took a deep breath trying for the same light tone we'd had earlier. "Does it count if he feeds you to his pigs?" "Yes!" He clutched me to his chest pretending extreme terror. "Promise me you wouldn't let me be eaten by my favorite food. Bacon!" I laughed genuinely amused then. "I swear, cross my heart hope to die or may a cat spit in my eye." "What the hell?" I repeated it slowly. "That isn't right. It may be how you say it but it isn't right. How is cat spit worse than death?" "Exactly!" I said. I extricated myself scooping up my clothes. At the washer I stripped myself of both thigh highs and garter belt. I heaped the wet load from the washer in a basket. I put everything even the delicates in the washer setting it for a small load. I turned the dryer back on to fluff. I decided I wanted a shower more than food and called back to Brian to see if he wanted to join me. He was in with me before I finished the question and I realized he'd been one step behind me the whole time. "You have a real habit of leaving me places nude with only a pair of your underwear." He thrust the pair of ripped undies under the spray before soaping them. I watched a bit disbelieving as he hand washed and rung them out. He hung them over the curtain rod and I collected my thoughts. "Was there a complaint in there or..." I proffered a grasping hand toward him indicating I needed more to go on than that. He laughed and began soaping my hair. I was grateful for this normalcy. I picked up the soap working it over him, shoving all thoughts of tomorrow and 'us' away for now. "Nope, no complaints. At least not so long as it never happens in public." We finished the rest of our shower in a companionable silence. I wrapped my hair in a towel and we dried each other quickly. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He grinned at me hopefully. "Um probably not." I admitted. "Naked sandwiches! Please?" He made a pouty face at me. I began brushing my hair. "Well I was right. I was not thinking naked sandwiches." I set the brush down and picked up the hair dryer. "Okay but I wanna dry my hair first." I shooed him out of the bathroom as I switched it on. I took a deep breath suddenly close to tears again. It was stupid since my version of 'The Talk' never went this well and Brian had been amazing. I had no doubts that tomorrow would be our last day together though once he got some space and thought about it. I spent the rest of my hair drying time blasting my wide open eyes with hot air every few minutes to dry out my tears. I hurried fluffing my hair impatient for it to reach a damp level I could stand to live with. I knew I'd be fine as soon as I wasn't alone again. When I walked into the kitchen Brian was stuffing a large piece of cheese in his mouth with one hand and slapping another on a sandwich. I marveled a bit a how men where able to completely move on from emotional things. I even felt a twinge of jealousy. He'd made us both ham with cheese, lettuce, pickles, and sliced tomatoes. I got half a onion in a sealed bag out of the crisper drawer and fished the tomato knife up from where he'd tossed it in the sink. I added three thin slices to mine shrugging when he proclaimed it 'a perversion of his sandwichal vision.' I'd brush my teeth after we ate and he'd never know the difference. We grabbed drinks from the fridge and I sat on one of Brian's thighs when he took his seat at the table. I smirked to myself a bit at my cleverness knowing he'd be sticking to the chair by the time he finished his. He smiled at me oblivious, happy with the naked woman on his lap and food in hand. I felt a small twinge of guilt but shoved it away. "I know what you're thinking." He announced it as he scooped a drip of mustard off my thigh. "What?" I asked startled since I'd just slipped into a sort of auto pilot eating. "Come on," he rolled his eyes. "you have to be on the same page with me now. We're eating naked sandwiches you avoided putting your butt on bare wood." He patted said butt hanging over his thigh. "Obviously you're thinking I deserve a foot rub after you do the dishes and scrape my ass off this chair with a spatula. Maybe reverse those last two so you can wash the spatula." I laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "You're right that was exactly what I was thinking. As soon as you finished saying it." I was as good as my word, chasing him into the living room to watch TV while I did the dishes. When I moved in to join him I lifted his feet and sat with them in my lap. I massaged them thoughtlessly even rubbing up his calves. I wasn't watching the movie, just letting my mind wander. I felt better and worse with everything out in the open. I knew things were out of my hands now, they would go how they would. I'd been honest so that was one less thing. If this week was all I ever got with Brian then at least I hadn't let things go farther before giving him all the facts. On the way to bed we realized we'd forgotten the laundry. Brian laughed when he opened the door to the dryer and the sheets came out. "All my underwear and pants are wet in that basket. I only did clothes today cause I somehow messed up packing and only brought half of what I laid out." I took the fitted sheet from him and began folding it alone. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked slyly. He chuckled. "Naked sandwich day!" His chuckles turned to full blown laughter. I snapped a pillow case towards his hiney. "Get ready to be be my boy toy, Brian." "I thought I already was filling that position." We finished folding the sheets and I tucked them into the linen closet in the hall bath while he dumped the wet clothes in the dryer. We brushed our teeth together then crawled in bed. Brian held me stroking my hair and I fell asleep quickly more than a little drained from the day.