Not that long ago I was dating a lawyer, we’ll call her Em. She was a litigator and she was gorgeous, the kind of lawyer you see on NBC at 9 p.m. on a Wednesday night; long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, a nice toned body with a pair of legs that you could spend hours wrapped up in. She was more than beautiful though, she was deeply intelligent and challenged me in a way that I’d never really been challenged before. We both loved arguing for the sake of arguing and I think that was part of what made our relationships so electric, the tension.
We’d been dating for a few months when the holiday season rolled around and with work, family, etc we thought it’d be nice to get away for a week and decompress with each other. We hadn’t vacationed together yet due to work schedules so it seemed like it was time. I inherited a large cabin in West Virginia from my great uncle on a huge piece of acreage so we decided that would be remote enough for us. The Friday after Thanksgiving we hopped on a flight to Dulles and were there in the early afternoon. One rental care and two hours on the road and we had arrived.
I have a property caretaker who keeps the place up because I was very rarely there. I emailed him about a week earlier to let him know we were coming and gave him a supply list so the place was fully stocked and ready to go when we finally arrived. The next few days were a flurry of wine, spirits, easy food, and tons of sex and naps.
Sunday morning rolled around and I woke up a little early as I tend to do. I started a pot of coffee and went out to grab the morning paper to discover it had started to snow pretty good. I dropped the paper on the counter and read the headlines until the coffee was done and once it was I grabbed a cup and headed over to the kitchen table. The table is set in a bit of a nook with a perimeter of floor to ceiling windows about 20 feet high looking out onto an open field about 200 yards long before ending at a heavily wooded area. The morning was gray as it sometimes tends to be with heavy snowfall and sitting there watching the snow I was reminded as to why I loved the place so much. I started getting itchy after a few minutes so I walked to the living room, grabbed my guitar that lived at the cabin and brought it back to the kitchen table. I’m not a musician by any stretch of the imagination but I do tend to stay bottled up and writing and playing guitar sometimes helps me to unwind.
I’d been toying with a little melody that I couldn’t put words to for the life of me but it was a happy little ditty and I wasn’t ready to give up on it. I sat there in nothing but a pair of running shorts staring out the window and playing the tune, humming to myself in between sips of coffee when she walked in. I had no idea how long I’d been there, I kind of drifted off watching the snow pile up outside and lost all track of time.
She entered the kitchen though the door facing me and smile before running her fingers through her hair tucking it behind her ear. She didn’t say anything as she made her way over to the coffee pot, she didn’t need to though. I smiled back and kept playing as I watched her.
She was an absolute vision.
Her hair was a tangled, blonde mess that looked almost like a lions mane and was unbelievably sexy. She was clad in nothing but a pair of white socks and one of my long-sleeved button up shirts with a few of the buttons buttoned up and the sleeves cuffed halfway up her forearms. I watched as she poured a cup of coffee and stood at the counter reading the headlines of the paper with her side facing me. She tucked her hair behind her ear again and put her foot back, heel up and toe knuckle on the ground as she perused the paper.
I was watching her with the same fascination that I had been watching the snow moments earlier as I sat there and strummed out the melody. She caught me mirin’ and turned to face me letting out a little self-conscious chuckle as she crossed her arms and said “What?”.
I couldn’t help but smile at her as the words I’d spent weeks looking for started to spill from my mouth. The song was for her and only her so I won’t repeat it but it was silly fun and all about enamored with her I was. I was only a few lines in when the look on her face changed from flustered schoolgirl to hungry predator. She bit her lip and started walking towards me as I sang away and after a few hurried steps she grabbed the guitar from my hands and dropped it on the floor. *Side note: that is not the proper way to treat a guitar but she was on fire and I wasn’t going to stop her.*
She straddled my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips tightly to mine without saying a word. Her tongue pushed between her lips and mine finding my tongue and tangling up with it. She immediately began grinding on my lap as she greedily made out with me and I could feel the heat from her sex through my flimsy shorts. It didn’t take long before my cock was at it’s full 8 inches and it wasn’t two seconds after that that she took one of her hands and pushed it into the elastic of my shorts pulling my cock out. My hands wrapped around her hips as she gripped the base of my cock and aimed the tip at her opening sinking herself down onto me. She was soaking wet and with the activities of the past few weeks I slid in very easily. We moaned into each other’s mouths as she began grinding on my cock fucking me at the kitchen table on a snowy Sunday morning.
She broke the kiss and stared down into my eyes as she bounced and grinned in my lap, the look on her face was one of pure hunger and I made a mental note to write her more songs in the future. We stared deep into each other’s eyes for a few more minutes before I stood up lifting her with me before I dropped her onto the kitchen table. When she hit the table my cup of coffee went flying onto he floor and shattering, spilling the remaining contents everywhere. My cock never left her as her back hit the table causing her let out a loud “FUCK” and arching her back as I continued started pumping my cock in and out of her. She reached up and laid her palms on my flat stomach as I stood there and fucker her on my kitchen table before her hands fell on her stomach, ran up the fabric of my shirt over her chest, up her neck, over her face and into her hair. She laid her back flat onto he table and began moving her hips in time with my thrusts as her hands came to rest on the sides of her head, fingers digging into her hair as her eyes closed and she moaned deeply. “Fuck me.” She gasped and if a jumbo jet crashed in the field behind the cabin at that moment I still wouldn’t have been able to take my eyes off of the goddess on my table.
Very suddenly I absolutely needed to taste her. We *were* at the kitchen table so it seemed like the perfect place to eat. I pulled my cock out of her and dropped to my knees looking up at her momentary look of annoyance before I dragged my tongues up between her lips and over her clit. I flicked the tip of my tongue over her tiny nub before sucking it between my lips and working my tongue over and over it. “FUCK!” She screamed again as her hands left her hair and reached down to wrap into my own. Her legs wrapped around the back of my neck squeezing my face tighter to her as I sucked and licked her sex. I reached up with my left hand and grabbed the top of her right thigh as my right hand reached up and I pushed my middle and ring fingers inside of her. When my fingers pushed inside of her her fingers left my hair and she reached up to my shirt yanking it open and causing the buttons that were secured to fly across the kitchen almost like she needed more room to breath. I looked up and saw the shirt lay open exposing her perfect C cup tits as they heaved. She reached back down and gripped my hair again pulling my face tighter against her while I fucked her with my fingers as my lips and tongue worked. Her eyes closed again and her head went back as I moaned against her and my fingers drove her closer and closer to the edge. My fingers pumped faster and my lips sucked on and off at interval while my tongue never stopped moving. Her back arched off of the table and her thighs squeezed my head tighter, I squeezed the top of her thigh tighter with my left hand and pulled her closer as she came. She screamed loudly and her body shook as my fingers buried deep inside of her and my tongue worked like mad.
As soon as I felt her thighs loosen I stood back up. Her fingers were still in my hair and she pulled me down to her and kissed me deeply licking her own juices off of my tongue and even off my mouth. I grabbed my cock and pushed it back into her causing her to moan and let go of my hair. I stood back up, grabbed her left leg and threw it over me rolling her onto her right side.
She reached over and gripped the side of the table as my right hand grabbed the top of her left knee holding her legs together and my left hand grabbed her pert ass. We both moaned as I began fucking her in earnest again with the new tension of this angle driving me closer and closer to orgasm. We both moaned as the sounds of sex filled the kitchen, my hand moved from her knee to the top of her thigh and I picked up my pace.
“Please cum, please cum.” She muttered over and over again almost in a trance. Never being one to deny a lady a polite request I finally buried my cock deep inside of her and came sending her over the edge one more time. She screamed and I moaned loudly as our orgasms washed over us and my cock twitched inside of her as the walls of her vagina milked it for all it had.
After our respective climaxes finished she threw her leg back over me and sat up on the table pulling me to her once again and meeting me halfway for another deep, breathless kiss. She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to mine staring deep into my eyes and letting out a little chuckle. “Good morning.” She said chuckling.
My hand reached up and pushed her hair behind her ear. “Good morning to you too.” I said with a smile.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l3ovkn/mf_if_you_want_love_well_make_it