The sound of cicadas echoed throughout the hills, reminding me of the lust found throughout nature. It had been years since I traveled that eerily familiar land. The sights and smells evoking memories both good and bad.
“Sure” a simple and concise answer to my sexual query. One that could be expected from someone as deliberate and self assured as her. Her sweet and sexy appearance combined with a no nonsense attitude always intrigued me. The juxtaposition of sweet caring and consideration against a fuck off attitude that arouses all the senses at once.
In that moment the reasons for my trip back were secondary to my long simmering feelings for her. Like Lazarus the emotions and lust rise from the caverns of my subconscious. Thoughts and memories race in a confusing dance of feelings I cannot hope to truly understand. Self doubt and unease play against optimism and hope in the mental battle for control of my actions.
“Want to meet and catch up?” I ask. A short question that through history and shared experiences could mean so much, or so little. I wait like an expectant father, pacing and trying to distract myself from the obvious forthright intentions relayed in those few words. The clock ticks as I envision her there in her comfortable home, evaluating the offer and what it means. As I wait to be judged I pour a drink. The local whiskey quenches my thirst the way spending time with her quenched my desire to be accepted and cared for. The crisp dry alcohol offset by the sweetness of oak and brown sugar, much like the woman I wait to respond.
“Sure”, again the response leaving intent and possible outcomes of this reconnection to interpretation. I struggle to decipher purpose with additional questions. “Did you want to meet at Starbucks for a coffee or something?” I ask, and am reminded of our first meeting years before. Coffees in hand as we exposed deep truths of ourselves in the front seat of my car. The openness about the past and explanations of intentions had resolved any doubts that we had.
“Well you like my biscuits so much, why don’t you just come by the house?” Again the answer leaving ample room for interpretation. After the years of sexual metaphors and biscuit conversations what could that mean? I am relieved at the invite, and push all doubt out of my mind as I hurriedly reply “I would like that very much.”
As I drive through the country I am reminded of the natural beauty of the land. Scanning the radio I find familiarity in the music. Not a song I recollect hearing before, but a style and sound that is comforting as a casual conversation with someone I care about. The words and rhythm may change but at the core truth is found. My heart begins to race as I approach my destination. Crossing bridges and views of the landmarks spark memories of that first trip to her castle. I remember getting lost and having to be shown the way by someone more knowledgeable in those isolated roads. Will she show me the route to deeper understanding of myself when I reach her home?
All doubt is cleared as I pull into the driveway. The rental car pulling in sparks a frenzied assault by dogs of various shapes and sizes, eager to inspect this strange visitor. Then I see her, working to control the pack like the alpha I know her to be. The confidence, style and beauty being the stuff fantasies are made of.
We embrace in a long hug, the kind of physical touch that says everything without words. Her feminine frame pressed against mine as we hold each other. The subtle scent of her detergent arousing one sense as the feel of her back in my hands another. Almost immediately I recognize lightheadedness, an early indication of the blood in my body changing location. A physiological phenomenon so natural given the situation. I break the embrace to prevent her premature recognition of my arousal. My conscious effort to hide my growing member.
“Well come on inside,” she directs me as she turns to lead me toward her home. I adjust myself in a futile attempt to keep my cock hidden under my jeans. Any brief inspection would reveal the results of her presence.
I enter the threshold with a fabricated confidence. My stoic demeanor a poker faced attempt to conceal my true feelings. My fear being that if I bet too much too fast on this shared hand she might fold and leave me solemnly retrieving my chips. This tactic was learned over many tough lessons at the tables of love. It isn’t the way I would choose to act, but unspoken rules are key to preserving my emotional stack of chips.
“Come here, sit down and relax. Can I get you anything?” The offer can be an obligatory example of hospitality, but I choose to think it is an initial offering to take care of my physical needs.
“Yes, can I have some water please?” my request for the bare minimum of sustainability symbolic of what I crave, just enough to get by.
“I made some tea if you would prefer?” She suggests in a kind tone. A confident smile graces my view, and I respond in kind.
“That would be really nice, thank you.” The extra effort to satisfy my thirst with something sweet pleases me immensely. I start to feel this rendezvous will become more than just a routine of hydration and more of an sensory adventure.
We begin the obligatory conversation about what we have been doing over the years. A tone of regret and honest cantor is the offering that can only be evaluated as genuine. She recognizes the subtlety of my distress and moves closer. A physical example of support and understanding. Again her proximity has the predictable effect on me. I struggle to maintain eye contact as a sign of respect while craving a full sensory examination of her body.
How do I get a chance to really appreciate her form without sounding like a total pervert? I think to myself in an internal dialogue. Then it hits me like like a sledgehammer and I act on the impulsive urge to see her.
“You got some new tattoos right, can I see them?” My ploy is obvious in its intent. Her face indicates her acknowledgment of my interest. This is the critical moment, and we both understand that fully. I’m relieved to see initial resentment at the suggestion melt away into a confident and a knowing grin. She knows for sure in that moment that the years have not changed my carnal desires towards her.
“Hmmm, i dunno…” a playful tease intended to prolong my anticipation and add value to the eventual reveal. The growing smile on her face is telling as to her appreciation of my desire and urges.
She shifts her position and slowly reveals herself to my eager eyes. The contrast of her light skin and dark ink becomes visible like the sun rising over the horizon. Dark insecurities are illuminated by her sensual form. My urge to touch her overcomes my desire to play it coy.
“Can I touch you?” I ask in a self serving example of my desires. She lets out a quick giggle, an automatic response to the overtly polite request, and respect to her wishes. Silently she rises to her feet and positions herself in front of me. Taking hold of my hands she places them on her perky ass. She stares past my eyes and into my soul and says “You can do whatever you want.”
I accept her invitation and immediately move my free hand to the back of her neck. I pull her down and position her straddling my lap. She takes notice of the obvious bulge in my pants. Before that has time to process I pull her face to mine and we share in a sensual kiss. Not a simple peck, more a dancing of tongues and lips that confirms our shared desire to become one in this moment. She reaches behind my neck and runs my hair over and through her fingers, letting the locks flow between her digits as our tongues dance an oral tango of lead and follow. She grabs a handful of my hair and yanks to break the seal of our kiss. I open my eyes and am greeted by her lust filled gaze.
“Come with me.” Is her clear directive, one I am more than pleased to obey. She rises to her feet and takes my hand from her ass to lead me towards her bedroom, ushering me deeper inside of who she is.
Once inside she releases her grip and turns to face me. I take her earlier direction to heart and gently push her backwards until the edge of the bed catches her legs. She falls onto the soft platform with a muffled thud and is laid out before me, a look of desire and yearning spread across our faces. I take a mental picture of the scene before me. Such a beauty yearning for my physical attention is the most erotic vision imaginable. My goofy smile, evidence of my joy, is impossible to conceal.
“I’ve thought about this moment so much I cannot believe it is actually happening.” Truer words could not be spoken. I snap myself back to the task at hand, eager to please her in the most sensual ways. I move and position myself over her, briefly pausing again to absorb the moment and also adjust my raging hard on. I lower myself onto her, allowing my weight to slowly sink her into the mattress, a show of power and desire. I brush the hair from her forehead and place a delicate kiss above her brow while cupping the palms of my hands on the sides of her head. She lets out a quiet moan, one of many subtle indications of her arousal and desires. I plant a series of delicate kisses down her face, stopping at her mouth to take a needed break from the controlled seduction and embrace my desire to attack her like a wild beast. As our mouths meet my hands begin a journey south. Light brushes along her collarbone and exposed chest. She twitches at the sensation and involuntarily moans into out locked mouths. I lift her up and wrap her arms around my broad shoulders. My hands now head to the bottom of her shirt. I pull upwards with a steady and deliberate force to remove the clothing. The bottom of her bra is hooked under my fingers in the process and it peels away from her beautiful tits along with the other impeding garments. She raises her arms skyward and in one smooth motion her torso is exposed. The warmth radiating from her bosom is noticeable and her pleasing form takes me to a level of arousal that is close to ejaculatory. I have to clear my mind of the extreme sexuality of the situation to prevent it’s early conclusion. I resume the serious attempt of pleasing her in ways not thought possible.
My hands are drawn to her breasts like a magnet. Their pink nipples poke out responsively as I gently circle the areoles with my thumbs while cupping their edges with my remaining digits. Without planning to I begin slowly grinding my hips into hers. A primal response to the situation and yearning to to fill her. I have to free myself from the constrictions of my pants. I rise and stand before her at the foot of the bed to disrobe. Shirt first as I suck in my stomach and flare my shoulders in an attempt to maximize my masculinity. Her attention is peaked at the show in front of her. Next I unbuckle my belt and yank it from the loops in one smooth stroke. I fold the worn material and snap it between my fists, the crack of taught leather hints at my dominant nature. The belt is quickly discarded before I unbutton my jeans. I drop them along with my boxers to my ankles, and kick them across the floor.
I stand before her now completely nude, my rock hard erection pointing with purpose towards her. A heat seeking meat missile targeting her most sensitive areas. I take my cock in hand and present it to my audience of one. A drop of precum flows from the head. I cannot wait anymore and grasp desperately for her pants. Quickly I unfasten and loosen the waist and run my hands down the legs to her ankles. With a firm grip I tug them off and discard them across the room. I look back and see one final impediment to overcome. I stand before her, cock in hand, and say with a firm tone “take off your panties so I can fuck you!” The words and delivery shock her slightly and break the silence of the event. She can’t oblige fast enough and I appreciate her beauty. I lower myself to her and continue the seduction with a renewed passion and fervor. I run my hand down her ribs to her hips and across the right upper thigh. The heat from her pussy is the first thing I notice, then as I run my finger over her slit the wetness is obvious. We are both completely ready for what is to come. I position myself with my cock against her pussy and begin rubbing the tip up and down across her clit and over the opening. I begin to apply more force and start to enter her. Slow gentle thrusts that with every stroke push my cock deeper and deeper into her eager cunt.
“Fuck me already!” She screams and grabs my ass with both hands to drive me into her. The sensation is amazing, tightness being overcome by my rigid cock. I begin a steady tempo of long deep strokes. We hear the sound of my full balls slapping against her asshole as I bottom out in her pussy over and over. The rhythm keeps time like a sexual metronome. Moans echo in the room and grunts keep pace with the steady penetration. Her moans amplify in volume and I take this as proof of my efforts having the desired effect. I increase the speed and force of my thrusting as her moans become louder. I feel her already taught pussy begin to tighten involuntarily against my efforts. Her spasms of ecstasy give way to whimpers and pleas of “yes, yes, YES!”
There is no respite to recover as I maintain my steady pumping of her cunt with my cock. The hotness of the situation eventually overpowers my desire to make this last forever. It starts with a tingling in my balls and I know it’s almost time. I fuck her as fast and hard as I can, using all my strength and channeling that force into her through my dick. She senses what is coming and not wanting the pleasure to end moans directly into my ear “Cum in me, fucking do it!” This is the final push over the edge of sustainable pleasures. I buck my hips and she senses my cock twitching inside her as I orgasm. The sensation of me filling her with my cum drives her to a simultaneous climax. My cock throbs and her pussy twitches as the cum fills her deeply.
I release a long satisfied grunt and take a few seconds to retrieve my ability to function. Deep breaths and full body shivers take over while I continue to press into her. We lock eyes and share a delicate kiss, a reassuring action that says although we just used each other in the most carnal way there is a shared caring and affection. My dick slowly returns to its passive state and falls out of her followed by a ample flow of our mixed cum.
I collapse to the side and pull her into an embrace, twisting her hair around my finger as we share in the moment of pure relief and satisfaction.
“That was incredible” she tells me.
I shoot her a grin and respond “give me 20 minutes and I’ll go again.” This is no idle promise given her influence on my arousal.
“Cool, I’m gonna go make us some biscuits, then we can fuck again.” She rises from the bed and I see her cute ass shaking towards the kitchen. That is the last thing I see before drowsiness sends me into a sex fueled slumber.
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