Hey everyone, this is my first time posting any of my writing here, so please be nice, but I would love to hear what you think both the good and the bad. Both characters are late twenties or early thirties. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Over my music I can hear the gravel crunching as I turn off the pavement onto my gravel driveway. Distracted, I follow the quarter mile drive around a couple bends and up a slight hill. It is a clear night, but the trees that engulf my 1998 chevy shortbox block the stars from my view. Even at 3 A.M. my mind is still going over the events of the night.
Search and rescue isn’t typically in my job description, but when a somewhat wealthy old man gets drunk at a ski resort and starts wandering around the woods, terrified because he hears the coyotes howling, they call in anyone that knows the woods of Lake Superior’s north shore. Since I spend most of every day in the woods, apparently I qualified for the job. I can’t complain too much however, it was a beautiful cold night to be out in the snow, and we did find the man. He was huddled up and shivering under a big pine tree. His body temperature was down and he was looking dangerously blue, but we got him back to his family, and I finally got to go home to my love.
Rounding the last bend, my lights sweep over the house and yard. Everything seems to be in place. Our big yellow lab, Bjorn, greets me as enthusiastically as ever as I turn off the pickup.
“Hey buddy.” I greet him as I walk towards the house. I open the walk in garage and see my love’s Subaru parked there.
I fumble the keys a little as I go to unlock the door. The stress of the night has been building up over the course of the last eight hours and is now starting to show as I mumble curses under my breath. I finally get the key in the lock and open the door. I step inside and breathe a sigh of relief. I sit down on the bench to take off my boots and the stress starts to melt away. I hang up my jacket and take another deep breath, the smells of home fill me and everything starts to be ok again.
Opening the fridge, I see a plate of food that Kathy left for me. She made grilled chicken, green beans and mashed potatoes tonight. She is such a phenomenal cook. I set the plate in the microwave to warm it up.
As the smells of the heating food start to make my stomach grumble, I walk out into the living room and sit down to relax. I hate being away from Kathy at night, but especially Friday nights like tonight. We usually unwind from our long week of work together on Friday nights. A week of my trying to protect the nature that we live in, and a week of her changing lives left and right.
I look around and start to piece together what her night must have looked like. On the coffee table sits a stemless wine glass, which looks to hold her favorite riesling. Her laptop is sitting on the couch next to her, doubtless where she started to get some work done on her side projects, and eventually drifted to browsing the internet or watching Netflix or falling into the strange pit of Youtube where you never know where you will end up. She cleaned up the kitchen so that there was minimal extra work for the weekend and it could be spent relaxing.
I move into the bathroom and peel off my shirt. Fall scents greet me and I feel the dampness of her towel brush my arm, both evidence of her bath as she loved to burn candles with the lights down low, usually listening to some Michael Buble or Nora Jones as she soaked, washing away her own stresses of the week. I pull off my brown Carhart cargo pants that are still damp from the snow in the woods, with my boxer briefs following immediately after. I turn the dial on the shower and wait until the entire room is filled with steam before stepping in. The tension immediately begins to ease as the hot water steams over my taught muscles. I breathe deeper, filling my lungs with warm, moist air. Forgetting the stresses of the previous night, my mind moves on to more pleasurable things; things such as the image of Kathy in the bath, cloaked in candle light, letting the sweet serenading of the music into her soul. Her hands move along her body with the lightly scented soap she loves to use. Her hands rub all over, rubbing her perky breasts, and enjoying the soap as it slides lightly over her nipples. Her hands move down to her long legs, where she cleans the whole length of them. She moves her hands in circles as they massage her inner thighs, almost to the point where they meet, teasing herself, enjoying the carefree pleasure of the water and scents of the bath. Her hands move up a little further and-
I shake my head to return to the moment, ‘God she is so sexy.’ I think to myself as I feel the extra blood pumping through my body, making me rigid. Water streaming over my face, I reach over to turn the knob to the shower back off. Stepping out of the slate gray shower, I grab the blue, dry towel from the towel hook and briefly dry off; leaving beads of water still on my body. I wrap the towel around my waist and head back into the kitchen to pull the food out of the microwave that I forgot I had warmed up. Thankfully, it’s still hot. Eating my food in silence my mind starts to drift and my eyelids feel heavy as boulders. Scraping the last few morsels into my mouth, I proceed to bring my plate to the sink and leave it for tomorrow. Will I hear about it when I wake up and my love gives me a hard time for not washing it? More than likely.
Barely awake, I stumble down the hall and push the door open as quietly as I possibly can, trying to not wake her. Stepping lightly into the room I drop the towel that I still have wrapped around me and crawl under the covers. Kathy stirs as I wrap my arm around her and I hear her mumble, “It’s about time.” A smile paints my face as I quickly drift off to sleep.
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An unexpected moan escapes my lips as I struggle to clear the cobwebs of sleep from my mind. My body feels like it is in heaven. I have never woken up like this before. I can feel that I am aroused and that I have a solid erection, but I am still not quite sure why. Then I feel it. Something warm and wet is moving up and down on my rock hard cock. I open my eyes and see a form moving under the covers that kept me warm throughout the night. I pull the comforter over my head and make eye contact with Kathy as she takes my entire cock in her mouth and holds it there. She winks at me and I drop my head back down onto my pillow. She moves her tongue over my tip and I grip the sheet trying to control myself. After a few more moments she stops and crawls up to me to give me a very deep good morning kiss.
“I missed you last night and couldn’t stop worrying about you out in the woods and the cold so I decided to take a bath and relax, but that only turned my thoughts from worry to desire, so when I woke up with the same thoughts still in my head,” she said this as she moved into a more upright position and I could get a full view of the sexiest woman I know. Seeing her curves as the sun breaks through the shade and dances along her perfect breasts sends goose bumps along the length of my body. “I decided we both need some fun to start our day.” With a mischievous grin on her face, she positions herself so I am poised to enter her if she sits her hips back down. She does.
All sense of thought briefly abandons me as the warmth and pressure of her engulfs me. As she starts to slowly move herself up and down on top of me, she places her hands on my chest. I reach my arms out and grab her by the hips, feeling the motion of her body. I reach around and spank her firm ass as she slides down on me. She gasps and starts to move faster, more frantically. I try to slow her with my hands once again holding her waist, but I can see her chest and cheeks start to flush and I know she is moving by passion alone.
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her to my chest. She struggles to move her hips again, but I have her held too tightly. I hungrily whisper in her ear, “I am not ready to be done yet.” Kissing her longingly I roll us over. She is lying on her back with her head turned to one side, breathing heavily. Leaning over her again I kiss her flushed cheek and her lips turn up in a small smile as she tries to catch her breath. My kisses trail from her cheek to her neck, one of her favorite places to be kissed and she lets out a small gasp. My hands clasp her breasts as kisses move from her neck down to her collar bone. I can feel her nipples hard against my palm. My pathway of kisses courses down between her breasts. Teasing her, I kiss the slope of her lower breast, making her want it more. She squirms in anticipation as I kiss and tease her voluptuous bosom. Finally, I relent and kiss each of her nipples in turn, giving them each a slow brush with my tongue, knowing that is what she has been desiring.
The trail of kisses continues as I make my way down her belly. Her breathing has found its normal pace again as the teasing has taken a recess, for the moment. My kisses work down and find her hip bones and further along the top of her right thigh. Once I reach her knee I kiss back up the top of her left thigh but as I reach her apex, I let my kisses slide down and the teases begin again. Moving my lips along her inner thigh I feel her breathing change again. I take my time. Not needing to rush anything. I kiss along her thighs until I reach the apex of where they meet. My lips find their way around the sides of her mound, hinting to her of what is to come, but not relenting. I slide my tongue lightly over her entrance and taste her desire. She squirms and moans through clenched teeth, clamped down on her bottom lip.
“Holy ffffff-,” She breathes as I give in and playfully dance my tongue in the way I know she likes the most. Arching her back, she weaves her fingers into my hair, holding my head in place as if it is the one thing she desires most. Obliging, my tongue finds a regular rhythm. Her body convulses involuntarily as her pleasure approaches its peak. With this, I force my head up despite her firm grip on me.
I move to my knees and set myself between her legs. I enter her slightly and she gasps. I lightly begin thrusting in and out, again teasing her with a hint of what she really wants. I reach down with my thumb and begin to rub her clit in circles, imitating my tongue as I rock in and out ever so slightly. She reaches for my hips, wanting more of me and being on the brink of control myself, I relent. I submerge myself in her and she moans my name. I thrust again and again and again until the whole bed is shifting. Her panting desire burns within me and I cannot get enough of her. I see her breasts bouncing up and down with the motion of our thrusting and I need more of her. I grab her hand and place it where my thumb was and she starts moving it in circles, faster and faster. ‘We WILL climax together.’ I think to myself as I bend down and take one of her bouncing breasts in my mouth, playing with her nipple with my tongue. I can feel that I will not last much longer. I thrust without abandon and suddenly she sucks in a sudden gasp and goes rigid, reaching her climax. I can feel her grip me in pleasure and she tips me over the edge, into a seemingly endless pool of ecstasy, taking all the breath from my body.
I collapse next to her, breathing as if I had just sprinted a mile uphill. Then, my senses start to come back to me and I am very aware of the beads of sweat running down my back and the soreness in my muscles. I roll my head over to the side and see my beautiful Kathy with a satisfied smile on her face. Her chest rising and falling at an even pace once again, I see she has more than a few drops of perspiration dotting her soft, smooth skin. With eyes closed, she reaches her hand over to grab mine. “Somehow, my imagination never quite does you justice.” She says as she opens her eyes and looks at me. “You sure know how to make a girl feel special.” She giggles as she says it.
“Your flattery is exaggerated,” I reply, humbled by her high praise.
“And you sir, need to learn how to take a compliment.” She leans over and gives me a light peck on the lips. “Come on,” she says as she hops out of bed, “Let’s go share a shower, for conservation purposes,” she winks, “then we can make some breakfast and see what other fun we can have today.” She giggles again and slowly walks towards the bathroom, exaggerating the movement of her hips for my benefit. I enjoy the view as I watch her leave the room. With a smile, I hurry out of bed and follow her from the bedroom, eager for whatever else this day may have in store.
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