****** Valentine's Story ******
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Valentine's Story


"Well, we had to scrimp and save, but it was worth it just to see sunlight
reflecting off the lake onto your gorgeous face."

While our time together has been enjoyable, the city had taken its toll on our
relationship. We have been going to school and working, leaving little time to
appreciate what we have. Simple things we have learned to take for granted. So
we decided to have a get away weekend for Valentines Day. Away from the city.
Away from the distractions that cause us to take each other for granted.

The car ride to the cabin in the mountains seemed to act as type of sexual
foreplay. There was a smoldering sexual tension both of us acknowledged to
ourselves, but did not share. Of course, listening to Minnie Ripperton and her
soulful, romantic ballads didn't help. I struggled to keep my hands off your
legs as they peeked from the slit in your long summer skirt, instead finding
myself waiting for you to look at the scenery so I can catch a glimpse of your
profile.

As we arrive, you can't suppress a giggle as you see a big red ribbon hanging
across the doorway. I lean across your body, not so subtly brushing up against
your breast and taking in the cologne you have sprayed lightly in your
cleavage, to get a pair of scissors from the glove compartment. On my way back
up, I pause and put my hands to your face. Looking deeply into your eyes, I
simply say, "Happy Valentines Day", and kiss your nose. I pull my face back,
look into your eyes again and pull your face to mine. Our lips meet and our
lips part. I kiss you only long enough to relay a promise for more later.

I jump out of the car and before you have a chance to get out of the car, I run
to your side and open the door, just like I used to when we first met. Then I
hand you the scissors and stick out the crook of my elbow for you to take.
"M'lady, may I escort you to your castle?" You giggle again and take my arm,
following me to the door. When we get there, you make a big production in the
ribbon cutting ceremony, doing your best Vanna White impression in presenting
the scissors and cutting the fabric. Without any warning, I put one arm behind
your back and scoop the other under your firm thighs. As I pull your body close
to my chest, you let out a shocked scream and nuzzle your face into my neck.

I open the door and you get your first look at your domicile for the next three
days. You are amazed to see candles flickering and flowers placed strategically
throughout the cabin. I see your face question how I got all this set up, but
you decide not to ask and just enjoy that it happened. I put you down to
explore while I go to get our luggage. Surprisingly, there wasn't a speck of
dust in the place, not a hint of stale air. Obviously the place had been taken
care of recently.

I arrived in the bedroom just seconds after you and threw the luggage on the
bed. "Race you to get ready and into the lake." I start puling off my hunter
green polo shirt even before you understand the message, so you are well behind
me in our race. You pull your light sweater over your shoulders and I pause to
enjoy the light jiggle your breasts are doing before remembering our challenge.
By this time, you have wriggled from your skirt and have opened your suitcase,
looking for your bikini. The frantic exertion make your breasts strain to stay
encased within the flimsy lace bra you chose for our trip. Finding your top,
you immediately unclasp your bra and give me a peek and your large, firm,
unfettered breasts until you were able to put on your tiny flower print top. By
this time, I have my jeans off and decide to distract you. I pull off my boxers
and you hear an audible slap and my hard cock springs up and hits my hard
stomach. I proceed to look through my luggage to find my suit, leaving my cock
out, bobbing in time with my efforts to find a cover for it. It's obvious that
my "throw everything in the suitcase and I'll sort it out later" packing method
is not as efficient as your meticulous "put everything in it's place" method,
as you find your bottoms much faster than I do mine. You pull of your panties
and pull on your bikini bottoms and rush for the door just as I spy my trunks.
I decided that since there wouldn't be anyone near the lake at this time, I am
going to catch you one way or another. I tear off after you with my trunks in
my hand and run past you, 'bare-assed and nekkid', to claim the victory. You
stop in stunned silence. Finally, you scream, "Oh, My Gawd, Sean! What the hell
are you doing?!?" I bob on one foot in the cold, chest high water, trying to
put on my trunks. "Hey, I won, didn't I?"

I finish pulling on my shorts and come out of the water, putting on my best
monster face and begin to stalk my prey. Getting the hint, you scream your best
melodramatic scream and begin to run in slow motion. Finding a convenient rock,
you "trip" and fall gently to the ground just as I get to you. I pull you up to
your feet and throw you over my shoulder. You play the helpless victim until I
begin to wade into the lake. The frigid water touched your toes and you decide
getting wet is just not in your best interest right now. You begin to struggle
against me, trying to climb up my body as I make my inexorable trek deeper into
the water. I stop as you sit on top of my shoulders, shivering, as water soaks
into your swim suit bottom. I turn around, much to your relief, and begin to
walk back to shore. "Thank you, Sean. That water was just too..." Suddenly I
threw myself back into the water, completely immersing you in the icy depths.

Your face barely emerges from the water before you release a string of curses
more playful than serious. As you stand, I notice some very obvious effects the
cold water has had on your anatomy. You top is slightly askew, but could not
expose your breast completely because the edge of the material was caught on
your very hard nipple. You jump up as high as you can, trying to get some
leverage to dunk my head into the water. Your futile attempt only brings your
quivering breasts to my face. I grab your body and pull you close to me while
you continue to try to get me underwater. I voluntarily lower myself slowly,
but I begin to nuzzle the treats nature has given you. I completely submerge
myself without putting your face in the water. Holding my breath, I use my lips
to move your top over enough to bring out your fully extended nipple. I pull
your body to me even closer and begin my ministrations on your body. I once
again stand and begin to walk towards the shore. Lost in the moment, you don't
realize that your breast is only covered by mouth for the trip back to shore.
As we arrive on dry land, I put you down and kiss your mouth. Now you realize
we are still outside and push me back so you can straighten your suit.

"Sean, you are too much. I can't believe you let me stand here with my tit
hanging out like that."

"Baby, there is NO ONE here but us. C'mon. Let's sit on the deck."

We get to the deck and towel ourselves off. Just as you begin to warm up, you
begin to wonder how those towels got on the deck. You look around quickly, but
decide this is another mystery.

I pull you down to the chair swing close to me. Putting my arm around you, I
start to whisper how your body is affecting me. The sun is beginning to set
over the lake and you realize you are hearing mood music softly in the
background. "What the hell?" You think, "I am on vacation."

My mouth meets your ear and I begin to kiss it softly. My hand travels to your
face and I start to stroke it softly. "mmmmmmm" you moan and my mouth travels
down to your neck. I grab your shoulder and turn you slightly so I can really
get to your neck. The water has not washed away the scent of your cologne. The
taste of your flesh and the smell of your welling excitement combined with that
cologne spur me on to pleasure you more. My teeth nip at the juncture of your
neck and collarbone. My hands travel down your rib cage. My lips move to your
voice box as you tilt your head back. My short fingernails find your nearly
fully exposed back and lightly begin to scratch up and down. My mouth goes to
your chin. My hands unclasp your top. As my lips touch yours, my hands free
your breasts from your bikini without so much as a whimper of protest from you.
At this point, the only whimpers you are making are from the feel of my body on
yours.

Our kiss becomes more intimate. Our tongues dance as if choreographed in our
mouths. My hands move to your hair and I pull your mouth even closer to mine. I
kneel in front of you on the swing without stopping the kiss. You move to the
very edge of the swing so your breasts can touch my chest. The soft hair
tickles your nipples as you continue to press your lips to mine. I break off
the kiss after minutes of just kissing and holding. When I do, my mouth kisses
back down your neck and to your breasts. I lick and kiss all around your
nipples without touching them. You move your breasts in an effort to get my
mouth onto your nipples, but I am able to dodge your hard points and continue
to kiss and lick around them.

My hands massage your back from your neck to the crack of your ass. My hips
tickle your sensitive inner thighs. I continue this until finally I capture
your nipple in my mouth and tongue the very tip. Your hands grip the back of my
head and pull me closer. With my mouth firmly enclosing your nipple, my tongue
dances around and around. Tantalizing you.

My hand finds the juncture of your thighs and breach the frail covering that
offers protection from prying eyes. Your pussy is virtually soaked with
passion. Your hips jut forward in an effort to meet my invading fingers. I rub
your slit up and down and rest two fingers on your clit as I take your other
nipple into my mouth.

I pull my fingers from paradise and rub your juice to your nipple before
returning my mouth to your breast. Having just a taste of you is just
impossible. I must drink from the fountain.

I pull your skimpy bottoms from your hips and lick the smooth, shaved skin just
above your clit. Your juice has traveled up this far, fueling my appetite even
further. I pull you even further forward and you lean back to give me more
access to your heavenly pussy. I playfully lick the outer lips, spreading them
with just my tongue. Your legs move into the air, and I assume you are holding
your ankles. As you do, your pussy lips spread gloriously. My tongue moves
forward and penetrates your wet hole. In and out. You feel my mustache tickle
your clit as I tongue fuck you. Your stifled sighs become more and more
pronounced. My hands run up and down the backs of your thighs and my lips
encircle your clit. Sucking and humming, licking and nibbling, my mouth is
driving you so close to orgasm.

You begin to bite your bottom lip in an effort to fend off the impending cum.
When that doesn't work, you bite your finger. That works for a few minutes and
you congratulate yourself on your control. Just then, I pull your hood from
your clit and flick my tongue wildly against it. Just then the floodgates open
and you begin to cum hard. Your hips buck wildly and just as you reach to grab
the back of my head, my face is gone from your pussy.

Within seconds, I have my trunks down and my cock at the entrance of your
pussy. My initial thrust meets absolutely no resistance and I growl, "Play with
your clit!"

Your hand descends to your clit quickly as you continue to cum. My hips ram
forcefully into the backs of your thighs and your ass. Faster and faster,
harder and harder, my cock penetrates the innermost depths of your pussy. You
can tell from my breathing, I will not last long at this pace, but it feels so
good, you can't ask me to stop. Instead of multiple orgasms, you experience an
orgasm that doesn't seem to end. Waves of lust ripple over your body as my cock
repeatedly violates your slit. My hips start moving erratically and I grab your
thighs. I plunge in as far as possible and stay there, quivering. The feeling
of jets of my cum flooding your pussy puts the exclamation point on this
wonderful orgasm you are experiencing.

We catch our breath in each other's arms and you reach for another, dry towel.

"What the hell? Where did THIS one come from? There was only two towels here
earlier."

Chapter 2.

Your mind began to race. Candles burning as you entered the cabin, despite the
long car trip up. Music playing in the background even though neither of us had
been in the cabin after our race to the lake. Now extra towels appearing from
nowhere.

"Sean, where did these towels come from? They weren't here a few minutes ago."

"Don't be silly babe. I guess I brought out extras when I got these."

You looked at me skeptically and pulled your towel up to conceal your luscious
body. Standing up, you look around and find no one looking at you. You look
down at me to see any signs of conspiracy in my eyes and find none. Wrapping
the towel under your arms, you go into the cabin and stand by the roaring fire
in the brick fireplace to warm up. You can't suppress a smile as you notice
pictures of you and I on the mantle. A picture of us dancing. A picture of you
as an infant in the oh so cliché bare butt on a bear skin pose. Scanning
further, you see the limo we took on an anniversary ride and ... Oh My Gawd!,
the glass elevator where we made love the first time!

You wrap your arms around yourself in a hugging manner, feeling nostalgic, but
at the same time, focused on the present time. The pictures took your mind off
the fact that we had not built a fire before our swim.

As you stand there, reminiscing, you feel my arms around your waist and my
breath on your neck.

"Happy Valentine's Day. Will you be my Valentine?" I say in a low, sexy voice,
so close to your ear you can feel the warm breath coming from my lips as I ask
my question.

Initially, you lean back against me, putting your head against my face,
fighting against the ticklish feeling from my mouth. Then you turn, your towel
dropping from your body, and looked deep into my eyes. "Of course I will, Sean.
Now will you shut up and fuck me again?"

You see a huge smile grow across my face. "No, no, babe. Not yet. I have
another surprise for you."

I take your hand and bring you into the bathroom. The bathtub resembled a small
Jacuzzi with easily enough space for two lovers. You see the room begin to fog
lightly as I turn on the hot water. I temper the hot with just enough cool
water to make the water tolerable and pour a touch of lavender scent under the
stream. When the water reaches halfway, I help you into the tub and leave the
room for just one moment. You close your eyes to relax in the warmth and
fragrances soothing your senses. When you feel little ripples in the water, you
look up to see rose petals raining down on your body.

I step into the opposite side of the bath, never taking my eyes from you. You
close your eyes once again, feeling me devour your body with mine. I take your
feet into my hands and begin to softly massage them. You sigh at the feeling of
being completely pampered. Enveloped in warmth from my ministrations as well as
from the hot water. Your breasts bob lazily in the water, rocking ever so
gently in concert with the motion of your foot massage.

You wake with a start; not realizing you had drifted off. You bring your
fingers out of the water and notice they have begun to wrinkle. As you wonder
how long you have been napping, You look over to see me out of the tub and
dressed in the flannel pajama pants you gave me for Christmas and nothing else.
"Well, welcome back to the world of the living, Gorgeous. I was wondering if
you were going to join me in front of the fire." You manage a weak smile and
stand up, rose petals caressing your breasts, stomach and legs as they descend
down your body. I wrap a towel around you and pull you from the tub.

I don't allow you to get dressed, but take you to the fireplace. I lay you down
stomach first on the fur rug and take the towel from you. I drink in this
vision, the small droplets on your body catching the red and orange flames from
the fireplace. Taking the picture of you as an infant from the mantelpiece, I
put the picture at arms length, put up the thumb of the other hand and stick
out my tongue in a mock artist pose. "You seem to have changed just a touch.
One thing hasn't changed, though. You still have a GREAT ass."

I am determined to take my time, unlike earlier. I replace the picture and lay
beside you. As we lay side by side we face each other and begin a long, slow
kiss. This kiss is the exact opposite of the one on the couch and is punctuated
by many breaks. During the breaks we look into each other's eyes until one of
us initiates another kiss. Our whole universe seems to concentrate in our
faces.

Finally, I break our kiss and return you to your stomach. I get the oil I had
gently warming in the kitchen. You take this opportunity to look around the
room for unwelcome visitors, but find none. As soon as you hear me returning,
you put your face in the fur, just like nothing was changed.

You feel a stream of warmed liquid stream down your spine and can't keep
yourself from arching your back to meet it. A trail of the oil runs down the
crease in your back to the crack of your ass. Once there, the oil begins its
arduous journey between your tight ass cheeks and to your most intimate spot.
You can feel other parts of the oil spilling over your spine and running over
your ribs and waist. I capture those stray trails of oil and lightly rub them
into your skin. My hands move in a pattern designed to moisten your entire back
before I begin the massage in earnest.

Straddling your nude ass, my hands start at the back of your neck and make
their slow descent over your shoulders, down your ribs, over your waist and up
your spine. Once my hands reach the back of your neck, I repeat the pattern.
Over your shoulders, down your ribs, over your waist and up your spine. My
fingers change their pressure on your body from gentle to firm and back again.
Over and over, my hands repeat the pattern until you become aware of music in
the background. You shoot up to your elbows and look around quickly. The only
think your senses pick up is the song "Only You" by the Platters playing
softly. I take this opportunity to get more oil and pour it down the length of
each thigh. When my hands moisten the backs of your thighs, you return to
virtually the same position you were in before you noticed the music. The
difference being spreading your thighs to accommodate my kneeling body between
them. When I begin to massage your thighs, you begin a self-dialogue in your
mind.

"Who is doing all this? I haven't seen anyone but Sean and me all day. But this
is the second time I have heard music. Who lit all the candles when we first
got here? And what was the deal with the extra towels? Damn, Sean's hands feel
good. I wonder if this mystery person is watching us? Is it a he or a she? Did
he or she see me cum? Oh, Gawd, Sean, I love when you tease my inner thighs
like that. Did our mystery person play while we played? Does Sean know this
person? I wonder if he planned it? Sean, stop circling my pussy lips and put
your finger in my pussy NOW. Damn you! You know hate it and love it when you
tease me like that! I kind of like the idea of being watched. Obviously whoever
is watching is coming back."

My finger enters your pussy and breaks your train of thought. Your ass raises
and your back lowers, pressing your stomach into the fur beneath you. I gently
move my finger in and out of your pussy and my thumb comes into contact with
your clit on each penetration. I move my finger in and out, but make sure I
touch all parts of your soaking pussy. Pressing my finger gently against the
inside of your pussy on the right side, down to the bottom, to the left and up
to the top. You decide you don't care audience or no audience, you are going to
enjoy yourself.

Now you begin to rock your hips back and forth to meet my finger. All things
surrounding you become meaningless as you concentrate on the pleasures of the
flesh you are enjoying. Your right hand goes to your breast as you support your
weight on your left arm. Your fingers tease the puckered nipple of your left
breast.

I pull my finger from your body and turn you over. The look of ecstasy on your
face is worth all the attention you are getting now. Your eyes droop sleepily
and the corners of your mouth turn slightly upward as you bite your bottom lip.
I make my way down to your pussy, putting my mouth over your entire slit and
giving it a sloppy, wet, French kiss. Slowly and gently, I move my lips and
tongue over your pussy. Up and down the length of your wet slit, reaching your
clit. I flick my tongue to the very tip. Your hips move up to meet my tongue
and I begin to suck your clit tenderly. As you begin to rotate your hips
seductively, I suck harder, using my teeth just enough to send ripples of
pleasure through your body. I let you set the tempo. You chose slow and sensual
at first, but the lust in your loins becomes more insistent so you begin to
fuck my face. Pushing your hips up to meet my tongue just doesn't seem to be
enough as you begin to cum, so you pull my face even closer and wrap your
thighs around my head. Pushing and thrusting up again and again, your orgasm
takes you even higher than it had earlier tonight. Earlier had been a sustained
pleasure. This one was sharper, more acute.

Finally you lay back and release my head. From experience, I was prepared to
hold my breath for a while when you grabbed the back of my head. I raise my
head to watch you bask in the afterglow. Your hand barely moving over your
breasts. Your head tilted to one side as if you don't have the energy to move
it. Once you regain your strength, you move me to the couch and take off my
pajama bottoms. You sit me on the couch and set about to return the favor. You
kiss the head of my cock and take the length into your hand. The length of my
shaft is longer than your small hand, so you begin to stroke it softly. Looking
up into my eyes, you push my cock forward and lick the sensitive underside of
the shaft, reveling in the power you have at your fingertips. My eyes close and
my hips move forward. You move your tongue to one side, then the other in an
effort to get my entire cock wet.

Once this is done, you stroke the now lubricated shaft more vigorously, keeping
your eyes locked on mine. You place just the head of my cock in your mouth and
continue to run your fist up and down my shaft. My moans spur you on. Your
mouth descends down the crown to the shaft and down further still. You pause
after each inch to adjust to the feeling, but continue on until you have my
entire cock in your mouth. You pull back and descend again, this time the
adjustment comes quickly. You put your hand at the base of my shaft and stroke
my shaft with your hand as you continue to slide your mouth up and down. Either
your mouth or your hand covers my cock at all times. Somewhere in the
background, beyond the music and my moans of pleasure, you hear a muffled hum.
Not bothering to look up, you decide to put on a show.

Your cock sucking becomes hotter as the prospect of being watched excites you
even more. Your hand not only strokes me up and down, but you turn your wrist
side to side to stimulate all parts of cock. Your mouth ventures down to my
balls, sucking each one into your mouth; then return your mouth to my cock. You
keep stroking and sucking until you see the tell tale signs of my impending
orgasm. Just as it seems I will explode into your mouth, you grip the base of
my cock tightly until I seem to ease back into the couch.

With your eyes closed to keep the mystery just that, you ascend my body and
straddle my hips. You guide my cock into heaven and slide down slowly. I look
up at your gorgeous body and you put your hands on my shoulders to get some
leverage for the fuck I am about to receive.

"Sean, just sit back and relax. I am going to give you the ride of your life."
And damn, you sure do. My cock, nestled deeply in your pussy, grows to
proportions I had never known to this point. You move back and forth on my lap.
Your breasts dance for me, leaving a trail of lavender scent in their wake. As
you near another orgasm, you put my face on your left breast and I capture the
nipple in my lips. Faster and faster you rock back and forth. My teeth gently
bite your nipple and that sends you over the edge. I feel your pussy spasm over
my cock, squeezing it in its grip, leaving it defenseless. I begin to cum long
and hard, holding your hips tightly over mine. Pushing up deeper into your
tight pussy.

You collapse, nuzzling into my shoulder and sinking into the state between wake
and sleep when you feel a light blanket being pulled over our bodies. You hear
the gentle strains of a woman's voice saying, "Don't worry, Sweetie. I'll keep
the home fires burning."

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