0 comments/ 8505 views/ 0 favorites Whistling Through the Wheatfield Ch. 1 By: MyEros333 (Formerly "Flirtatious Times") I see you there in the midst of a sea of male faces. You are flirting, fully in your element, loving the attention, enjoying the low thrum of a constant teasing moreso than a brief tryst. I'm slowly working the crowd. Hanging back, I'm joking with the guys a little, glancing your way from time to time, but I go largely unnoticed. I look up and catch your gaze, a questioning look on your face. I look behind me to see if you're looking at someone else behind me. I blush and wink at you, hoping you pick up on the fact that I'm interested. It seems the queen is requesting an audience because you straighten and start walking towards me, your gaze never faltering. One of the guys, feeling brushed-off, puts a hand on your shoulder and begins to protest, but a single finger of warning puts a stop to that. Closer. Closer. I feel as though I should run, but what gain would that be? You smile warmly. I stand my ground as you approach. I grin like an idiot and greet you as you draw near. Soon, we're talking. You ask me about myself a little bit. You tell me that you find me interesting. I stumble for the right words, trying to come up with something witty. I'm not exactly intimidated but I must say my self-assurance is running a little low at the moment. It seems you find the situation a little intriguing, you wonder just what I will say next. I finally come up with something truly witty to say, and with a smirk I start to deliver a good jest. Before the punchline, one of the other guys cranks up the bass on the music and I get drowned out. Your look of annoyance focuses somewhere over my shoulder. I feel like I'm blowing this opportunity...I glance back towards the exit again. That's when I feel your lips...mmmmm...a brief, soft kiss. I look down into your eyes, picking up on a playful look in their twinkling. You're holding your hands up a little and I move my arm into position for grabbing as you lead me out through the exit. I willingly follow you, for I am also one intrigued. We walk a fair distance together. Talking, laughing, walking farther down the road. Fields of grain appear all around us now, and you maneuver me between the shafts of wheat. They tickle at your cheeks, your ankles, your elbows. Your giggling is a little contagious and I start to laugh along with you. You slow and I toss my black denim jacket down for us to sit on. The ground is dry in the night air, but soft. You smell the earth now that you're closer to it, and smile up at me. I smile and wink, feeling a sense of satisfaction bubbling up in me as I look at you. You're making me feel absolutely fantastic without ever having really done anything major. In this quiet field, the wind rustling low notes through the wheat, I finally seem to have your attention. And you have all of mine... That look in your eyes...wow...the breath goes right out of me. I'm no longer a face in the crowd. I crouch down with you, kissing you. Feeling the heat of your lips. Feeling the teasing edge of your tongue across my lips. Smiling in this kiss, I feel your own lips curling. Your fingers stroke across my biceps, the soft hairs tingling all down my arm, as you move me down a little further. Your leg moving over me, you straddle my hips. You look down at me with a cheerful smile framed by your hair. I look up to gaze into your eyes that light up in the bright starlight of the open country. Mouth descending, we kiss again. Mmmmm, your lips take me to the very heights of the soul. Where have those lips been on the lonely nights? My eyes closing again as I totally lose myself in the moment here with you. Light kisses fall like soft, warm rain across my cheeks, my face, my lips. My thumbs lightly brushing at your hips, fingers slightly above the waist of your jeans, tickling you slightly through your shirt. Your giggles, pleasing to my ears, are accompanied by more soft kisses. This feels so good, I could do this with you all night... I think for tonight, I'll hold you there, in a delicious moment. I'll continue this story from here another night, and I hope that lingering here for a time does not disappoint. I want to give you something to look forward to as well as teaching you the importance of savouring the softer times with the passionate ones. Sleep well, as I will be, dreaming of those eyes, those lips, that moment. Whistling Through the Wheatfield Ch. 2 This story is written as a continuation of Part One, but I'm going to try to make it pleasurable to read on its own as well. I hope you'll enjoy it all as I once more set the mood for you tonight... The wheatfield. Saskatchewan country sky, lit bright with stars normally unseen closer to city lights. Late July air rustling a cool breeze through the light stalks. The very sound of it stirs memories of barely audible conversations in a faraway room, detatched, removed, unable to actually make out the words. Alone. And yet I am not alone, for you're here, atop me. Stradling my waist with your jean-covered thighs. I'm looking up into your amazing eyes, still feeling my lips cooling from the soft presses of your sweet mouth upon them. Laying here on my black denim jacket, I shift a little to get more comfortable on the soil. The brief flare in your eyes signalling that part of my movements caused me to nudge an aroused area of your body. Your smile is all the reassurance I need to further caress you... To think, less than an hour ago you were an anonymous woman in a room, enjoying all of the flirting with the boys surrounding you. And now here you are, moments away from discovering whether or not you made the right selection. My fingers still linger on your soft hips, my heart softly pounding in my chest from excitement. The moments of lightly playing are ticking down to the time when the passion becomes ripe. My fingers begin to move slightly higher and higher beneath the bottom fringe of your shirt, stirring passionate sensations with each loving brush of my sensitive hands. Your eyes break the spell for a moment as you squeeze them shut, a shiver running the length of your spine from the feelings of everything. The heart of the poet in me sends words to you, spilling from my lips. A lady fond of flirty desire, Lays with me here in black soil mire. Tempting me on while holding me near. Giving me want. Her perfection right here. And as I look at you, I need you tonight. Come, let me soothe your flirting heart; Let me show you love made right. In the dark, I'm unable to read your reaction to this outburst of words, but in the next moment I feel your lips kissing my cheek softly, into my ear you breathe a touching two words, "thank you". I'm unsure of the reaction I had hoped for, but the one I received feels very good to me. Beneath your shirt my touches up along your bare sides raise goosebumps. As much as you dislike multi-taskers...my lips kiss along your neck in stimulating bursts, teasing aroused skin with sweet suction. Your skin is so very hot beneath my palms, I think some exposure might be a good idea for both of us. We rise to our feet briefly and make quick work of our clothes, sending them flying into a pile atop the stalks of wheat. I re-think after a few moments and retrieve my clothes to form a wider area for us to lay on. Hey, you're more than worth getting dirty for. Besides, I need you to be comfortable if I'm going to enjoy this fully. You look at my body in front of you, looking down and blushing a little bit in anticipation of the things to come. Hey, I might not have been the best man in that room tonight, but I was certainly in the top three. Right? It would seem that actions will speak louder than words with you, so here I come... You lay face-down on my clothes, head propped to the side on your arms, breasts cradled within the soft fabric of my shirt, belly flat against my jacket. I savour the sight of you this way for a moment, throbbing. Then I follow you down, the bulk of my body between your legs, my chest feeling the heat of your sexy buns, and my lips begin kissing the small of your back. Light licking there, and higher. My mouth brings giggles from you as I travel a path to your shoulder blades. You ask me between giggles just what I'm doing back there. I grin and tell you I'm just enjoying your body. You sigh and put in an impatient request for more intense stimulation using some very unladylike words. I laugh and reassure you that you're going to get everything you ask for. I kiss my way back down your smooth skin, adding some tongue here and there as I go. Your ass looms ahead of my mouth and I lightly nibble one of your buns as you lift yourself up onto your knees. Oh, I want you so badly, it's very hard for me to hold back. I continue nibbling in a light and soft way, now down the backs of your thighs. Sucking the hot flesh between my lips as I pass the back of your knees, your calves... Urgency in me brings me into position behind your well-kissed ass. Urgency in you leads you to press your body back against me, wanting to feel me deep inside you. My cock plays for a moment between the lips of your moist tenderness, and then all I can feel is the embracing heat of it as my senses flood with the wet feel of you pulling me in. Deeper. Deeper. SLowly sinking into you, I hear you gasp even as my own passes through my own clenched teeth. In this moment, I am astounded, amazed, feeling my hot flesh pressed against you in the chill air, feeling my cock settling perfectly inside you as though it was made for none other than you. The experience is as reassuring as it is pleasurable. And in that same moment, I hear the breath go out of you as though you're sharing the exact same thoughts as I. I fall forwards gently onto your back, laying the side of my face against soft skin, my hands slowly stroking at your sides, my swollen manhood within you sliding slower still. I savour each pulse within you, letting you feel me throb in return. And yet I sense you wanting me to gradually increase my pace. The tenderness of the moment, of you slick womanhood, enthralls me. The field all but ceases to exist as my world shrinks down to a radius of three feet and less, focusing upon you in this...single...moment... The next coherent thought to wash over me is of lustful desire. I'm crashing into you again and again with a passionate intensity that is echoed in the thrusting of your hips, in the cries escaping your lips. For our first time together, amazingly our rhythms match. Pistoning smoothly into the liquid heat of your softly sucking center. I wish we could do this all night. Every night. My thighs tremble in their taughtness as I pump faster, harder, loving the feel each time your sexy buns rebound off of me. I'm being so careful not to hurt you, even at this frantic pace. Our soft smacking sounds fill the night around us, our ecstacy also adds its voices. Bare minutes more, I feel your clamping, twisting, juicing and I lodge myself within you deep, holding perfectly still at full depth as I feel you caressing my length. And during your orgasm, you hiss my name between chattering teeth over and over in higher and higher pitches. Your back spasms as I hug your waist from this position behind you. My arms around you, my chest against your back, containing the explosion that is happening within you. The sounds spilling from your mouth now are totally incoherent as I feel fresh waves gripping me. I feel the head of my cock nestled firmly against your cervix, too, it's contracting as though nibbling on me, and still your new orgasm trembles on until I lose count of your spasmings. You collapse, limp, exhausted, barely conscious onto the pile of clothes. I pull myself all the way out and move to lay next to you. You're looking up at the stars without seeing them; catching your breath. I kiss your shoulder softly and stroke your hair between your forehead and temple. You don't even have the words to say anything to me, and although I'm here with you, you're a million miles away right now, a million miles inside yourself it seems. The fantasy crosses my mind that perhaps a part of you is calling out to your lucky stars in gratitude for whatever it was that allowed you to find me tonight. But that fantasy is too much to hope for, even from one such as me. I have no concept of just how long we lay there together like that, but I manage to stay hard for you. As mystified as I am by you, my excitement doesn't dwindle, and yet I have no idea, no sign, that you want to continue tonight here with me. My answer comes as I sense more than feel you coming back to life. A soft hand moving across my cock, long since blown dry again by the summer breeze. Your hand continues up my belly, my chest, to my face. Propped up on my side, I descend the inches to kiss you fully on the lips that spoke my name in moments of ecstacy divine. I'd love to take a picture of those lips, and frame that picture in my bedroom. That is how awestruck I am of you... Whistling Through the Wheatfield Ch. 3 Whistling Through the Wheatfield Part Three I remember the field. Being with you there. Laying on piled clothes on the black soil. Your hair tickling my forehead while I kissed you deeply. Your eyes closed as you concentrate upon that kiss, your energy returning as your senses come back to you from a body-wrenching series of orgasms. My hard cock still tingles from where your cool hand traced along it. I still haven't cum for you, but I promise to if you want to continue tonight. My gratitude for your attention is such a powerful force that I just want to pleasure you over and over in any way you desire. And since this moment hasn't ended yet, I'd really like to conjure some more orgasms from you. So far I haven't paid your breasts the attention they deserve. Mmmmmm, they look so good especially with the sweat glistening in the soft moonlight. I bring my hands closer, lightly fingering the swells of the sides of your breasts. I continue to kiss you with my eyes closed while my hands create a map in my mind of how they look. The heat, the sensual texture of the skin, the varying firmness in different areas of each breast, that subtle difference in size from one to the other...all of these things go onto my mental map as I memorize you. I listen to your breathing, feel when you move your body to press into my palms, sense the spikes in intensity of your kissing. These things tell me where your sweet tits are the most sensitive, the way you like them to be played with in your present mood. Mmmmm, these are a couple of the secrets to being a better lover, to attune myself to you and your pleasure. But back to the live action again... My fingers tease across nipples hard from both pleasure and the slight chill to the summer night air. I suck a little at my fingertips to make them slippery and then proceed to tug at your throbbing nipples one by one. The slick pulling causes wet popping sounds in the stillness. I can feel your tongue exploring my mouth, a moan in your throat as you kiss me in a long series of passionate mouthings. My palms are gripping at your full breasts now, squeezing, kneading, stroking. Mmmmm, I love your precious breasts! I bring my head down, hearing you suck in air between your teeth at the precise moment I suck your left nipple into my hot mouth. Tonguing you so softly as my hands play across your hips. I love the way your nipple feels in my mouth, slightly rubbery, hot, pulsing with excitement. But most of all, I enjoy your excited reaction to my sucking. A few more seconds and then I leave the wetness to the cool breeze as I focus on your right. Another little gasp as I may contact with your nubbin in my mouth, your flexed thighs with my hands. I smile with my mouth full. Fingers swirl in little rune shapes across your hot thighs. You twist a little bit from all the attention, slightly-frustrated, wanting more. And then I feel your hotspot beneath my fingertips. The inviting wet heat of your succulent womanhood beckons me inside of you. I move the soft, padded edge of my middle finger along your wet slit. I'm just teasing you a little by sliding along the insides of hot, wet lips that are plump with engorged excitement. I slowly tease the very top with a tender touch, coaxing your clit out from hiding, not actually touching it yet, dragging out the moment of anticipation. Your hips move a little more wildly, thinking that if my fingers won't touch your lovely button then you will attempt to grind against my finger if you can. I don't wish to tease you, just build a little excitement. And then...and then...and then it happens... Two actions at once, I pull my lips back over my teeth and use them as a padded clamp upon the nipple that was left swollen and cold, the other action being that I bring down firm pressure with my slippery finger on you slick clit...feeling it throb...pulsing that pressure more firmly, less firmly in time with your heartbeat I feel pounding through your now-heaving chest...you wail into the night as your thighs clamp down on my tensing wrist...that's it, precious, cum...cum...cum...you're so very gorgeous in the moments of your own pleasure...even in the starlight I see your full body break out in an instant sweat, and my tongue working your nipple lashes quickly back and forth, trying to milk every last ounce of pleasure from you...and then...mercifully...easing back my finger, releasing my lips, and pulling your twitching body close to give you a slow, soft kiss as you catch your breath again. Frantic pace cooling down slowing ahhhh... Wow, you didn't know you had that in you, huh? I promise to make the next one more personal...I want to be inside you for the next one, to feel you as I cross the brink myself with you. But first, I want you to catch your breath. Mmmmmm, your lips so soft, so hot. Each kiss a tiny thankyou for moments passed and moments yet to come. For some reason I find it easiest to savour everything you are when you're in this state, calming and relaxing from the pleasure I bring. It means a lot to me... You reach down and tease my cock with your own fingertips, and it's my turn to gasp. I guess you're not quite through tonight after all. My throbbing hardness overflows your hand as you grip me. A few teasing squeezes to get me back for any teasing I've put you through tonight. Easy there, it's been a while since I was with someone special this way, so just. Whew...feels good...but I want...want to be inside you again tonight. Please? Mmmmmm, any way you'd like... No, you're not too heavy, don't be silly...I love the way you look. Climb aboard. You release me from your hands that were feeling so good, and roll me onto my back. Heated thighs straddle me as you test your balance on your feet, abandoning that position to get down with your shins flat atop my jacket, knees laying beside my ribs. You smile down at me and reach back behind yourself, one teasing finger tracing up my shaft in a way that makes my eyes flare briefly. I smile at you as you wink back and then take hold of me again, positioning, easing down. Slowly... Oh the heat that cradles me, enveloping more and more of my cock and the type of smile on your face is priceless. The humor gives way to pleasure and I sense that within minutes that will give way to frantic, wild passion. Further and further I extend within you, all too soon brushing your cervix deep inside you...that's as far as I can go...good thing, too, because this fireman's run out of hose. You're pressing down on my thighs with a reassuring weight...not too heavy, but heavy enough for some great bouncing momentum. I try to start things off slowly, pulling you down for another series of kisses amongst the countless kisses we've already shared on this fabulous night. Your tongue plays across my lips and your tits press against my chest as you lean over at the waist, keeping my cock throbbing all the way inside you. A little shiver passes down your back as I touch the back of your neck, the sides of your face, and I moan into your mouth. How could you possibly feel more perfect for me? I grasp your thighs lightly and pull you a couple of inches up off of me and then I begin to slowly pump. Your breathing gets a little ragged and my senses shrink down my world to just the two of us again. Grinding my hips up against your bottom, you feel me slowly sliding inside you with every slight thrust. Mmmmm, you feel so good, and the feel of your nipples on my chest, your tongue playing with mine. I give a little growl in the back of my throat as I pick up the pace a bit. And that's when the passion within you flares up again. You bring your weight down onto me suddenly, your hips rising a little before crashing down. Thump. Thump. Thump. My rock hard cock thudding into you even as you try do drive me into the softened soil. Our eyes close as we concentrate every nerve on the points where we merge within you. Your clit bumping my groin, grinding in the curly hair, then being teased by the cool breeze as you rise back up again. The feeling of your hot wetness on my shaft, followed by the night air, and repeating again and again with the heat of your juicy core...it's enough to drive me wild even without your hips urging me on. I grab your bouncing hips hard, thrusting myself in deeper still it seems. You wince the first two thrusts and then welcome the new depth. I try so hard not to hurt you, but passion dwindles reasoning. My hands grabbing at your ass now, pulling you forward to drag your swollen clit along my hard shaft with each burst of speed. Faster! Harder! You urge me on with commands issued in the heat of the moment. And I comply willingly, giving you more effort. I open my eyes and find you staring down intensely at me, possibly without actually seeing me. That look alone is enough to spur on my coming orgasm. Yes! Yes! Yes! You feel my hands across your breasts, gripping them a little too firmly as I try to contain my explosion just a little longer. A slight flicker of disappointment flashes across your gaze before your eyes blink at the pleasure of me inside you. So hot, so syrupy slick, and you're gripping me so tight. Please...I want your orgasm...I summon it from within you to take me over the edge...cum with me. Please! Your eyes flash as my hands smack down on your ass on both sides at once. The surprise of it brings a wall crashing down and you find the teasing sensations within you turning into a tempest. This time that look in your eyes does bring on my orgasm just as much as if you'd pulled it from me with a frantic licking, milking, sucking. AAGH!!! The last thing I have the willpower to do is to drive you down onto my cock, locking you down as I squeeze your ass so hard it almost stings. I sense more than feel my essence spiraling up through my shaft, as it nears the tip it heaves and explodes into you like a cannon. You feel the blast of juices and it's the very last thing you can handle before succumbing to your own pleasure. Gazes locked, we feel each other cum, each throb from the other bringing more. My consciousness darkening as the intensity of the experience astounds me. Hot splashes within you, jet after jet pulsing into your clasping womanhood. Your teeth chatter from the strength of your cumming. I am nearly wrung out inside you now. We're shouting into the night, my ears just now able to perceive the sound. The rush of my pulse in my ears comes next, a deafening roar to match the sound you're making me produce. Ohhhhhh... Mmmmmm, precious, you are truly fantastic. You collapse down upon my chest, exhausted and twitching as I have enough pressence of mind to softly massage at your muscles before they cramp. You're whispering something, your thoughts, but I can't quite make them out...almost...but you do seem to be happy. I smile and kiss you lovingly-soft. The calm washing over us in lapping waves, deeper each second. I touch your cheek again as you lay the other on my chest. In one ear you hear the pounding of my heart, in the other the dry sound of the wind whistling through the wheatfield. Your eyes open, taking in the mesmerizing sight of the Saskatchewan wheat waving back and forth in the breeze. A little twinge deep down reminds you I'm still inside you. A smaller twinge deeper inside you reminds you that I haven't squirmed out from underneath you to grab my clothes and dash home. You think maybe...just maybe...I've got a little potential... And the only coherent thing I can think through the warm, fuzzy feelings of this moment with you is: "I'm pretty sure you won't be able to look at a wheatfield again without smiling, and thinking fondly of me..."