For Lena

	Visiting VIP's and other dignitaries are common at our offices, and we
usually aren't bothered by them.  Now I was groaning as my boss told me that for the
next two days I would be helping our Marketing department show a large group
of people about our facilities.
	"Hell, John.  I'm a senior analyst," I complained, "not a marketing type."
	"That's why I've volunteered you." my boss said. "You know what we can and
can't do with the software.  Your job is to get ideas of what our customers
are looking for and see if we can design something for them.  Consider it as
an 'intellegence-gathering' mission."
	I went back to my office, grumbling to myself and wondering if this was
going to be a dull two days of lost work.  Looking at the calendar, I
consoled myself with the thought "at least it's on Thursday and Friday, a
nice break just before the weekend".

	Thursday morning as I pulled into the parking lot, I was thinking about
the various features of our systems that would impress our visitors, and I
leaned the big Honda over too far, grinding the floorboards against the
asphalt.  "C'mon stupid," I remarked to myself silently, "keep your mind on
what you're doing."  Little did I know that this would be a problem for the
next two days.

	Jeanie, our marketing guru, made the introductions and began to talk about
the services we provide, cost savings, benifits, et cetera, ad nausem.  I
took the time to look over our guests, noting that most seemed to be the
corporate professional types, dull and uninteresting.  There were several
women cut from that same mold in the group.  All but two that is.  One gal
was an attractive brunette, late twenties, with a pleasant but not too dark
tan.  Her eyes were pale blue, a stark contrast to her dark features.  She
also wore a wedding ring that looked like it belonged in the J.Paul Getty
family.  The other woman, also looked like she was in her middle to late
twenties, very attractive, tall, blonde and fair.  I couldn't see her as
well since she was sitting on my side of the table, my view blocked by a
fiftyish woman with a prudish look and a gold cross fixed to her Saks Fifth
Avenue jacket.
	Most of the morning wasted away with other department personnel speaking
before I got up and talked about our computerized tracking system.  Standing
in front of the room, I could see the blonde quite well, and several times
I was almost distracted from my presentation.  She sat well down the table
from me, taking notes, and the absence of a wedding ring was duly noted.
But something else kept drawing my eyes back to her each time I looked at
the group.  Something.  Something...familiar?
	Later in the day, as we toured the facilities, I found myself waiting
near the door as the group filtered into the room.  The blonde came up and
looked like she was going to say something to me when another guest asked
her to hold his coffee cup while he fumbled with his briefcase.  They passed
through the portal, the moment for us lost.  What was it about her, I won-
dered, that stirred something inside me?  Should I know who she is?  Like
groping for a name that wouldn't come, I searched my mind for a clue.
	Further opportunites to speak to the her failed to appear until late in
the day, when we adjorned outside to a display of our equipment.  After a
long promotional speech by one of our vice-presidents, our guests began to
mill about, talking with one another.  I spotted my mysterious blonde and
headed over to talk to her.  The crowd shifted and moved, and as we met,
we found ourselves on the edge of the throng, staring into each other's
eyes.
	"Hi" I said cheerfully, "Anything I can do for you?"
	"As a matter of fact," She replied, showing me a smile that turned my
legs into something akin to Jello, "you can.  I've been wondering about
this all day -- have we met?"
	My heart skipped a beat.  Then another.  My the ground seemed to have
aquired a tilt.  I took a deep breath, intending to make a smooth reply,
not to let her see how shocked I was.
	I giggled.
	"I don't think so." I chuckled in spite of myself. "In fact, I've been
wondering the same thing about you all day."
	Now it was her turn to giggle.
	We introduced ourselves (again) and the names didn't register.  We
tried other companies we'd worked for, clubs and organizations, but nothing
seemed to work.  I stood, looking deeply into her grey eyes, lost inside of
her.  Her presence seemed to ignite a flutter deep inside my being.  Stir-
ring a feeling of warmth and closeness, making me want to reach my arms
around her and hold her.  She too seemed to stare into my eyes, searching
them for some clue, some means to identify the feeling we both had.
	As we walked back inside, side by side, I watched the grace with which
she moved.  She seemed to flow rather than walk, her movements as graceful
as a cat. I held the door for her as she entered, returning her smile as she
passed by.  Her perfume was faint, almost a whisper, and it left me wanting
to find and kiss the places she had applied it.  We sat together in the
conference room this time, and I felt elated that the day was coming to a
close.

	As people began leaving, some talking with other department reps, I
asked her if she was coming back tomorrow for the second half of the tour.
	"Yes," She smiled, "my plane doesn't leave until tomorrow night."
	"Oh, you're from out of town?" I queried. "You didn't mention that
before."
	"Colorado, the Denver area." She said as we walked toward the door.
	"Denver?" I stopped dead in my tracks, holding the door part way open.
	She looked at me questioningly, then seeing something in my eyes, her
expression changed, one of -- aprehension?
	As we walked outside, I whispered quietly, not sure, "Lena?"
	She stopped, searching my face, looking for some sign of how she should
reply.  I gestured to the big blue Honda, and asked her if she'd like to go
for a ride.
	Her head turned to me, eyes wide, "The Barber?" she asked.
	Smiling, I took her hand, gazing into her eyes as I said, "P.Barber, at
your service" and bent to gently kiss her delicate hand.
	"I don't believe this!" She exclaimed.
	"Where are you staying?  Or should I be so bold as to ask you to dinner
tonight?"
	We both laughed and agreed that dinner was a good idea.  There were only
several million questions we had for each other, not the least of which was
one that would likely never be asked.

===================================  II =================================

	I followed her to her hotel, allowing her plenty of time to freshen and
change into clothes appropriate for motorcycling.  We left the hotel and
headed south along the coast highway to Carmel.  We had dinner in a candle-
lit restaurant on the bay, sitting at a small table for two against the
large plate-glass windows, watching the sun sink against the Pacific ocean,
lighting the skies with a pink and orange sunset.  As we talked, I felt
drawn to her, wanting to touch her and just gaze into her beautiful grey
eyes.  I felt, too, the desire to wrap myself in her laugh, her smile,
her very presence giving me a high.
	We strolled out into the warm evening air, feeling as though we'd just
met again after many years.  I took her arm in mine, as we strolled a few
blocks to the Hog's Breath Inn, Clint Eastwood's cozy place, looking into
the shop windows that lined the quiet streets.  We talked more, about our
writings to each other, and to others on the BBS system.  About fantasies
and dreams.
	I could feel my desire for her building up inside.  I could feel other
things too and I tried to keep my mind on her words.  As we left Carmel,
riding back to her hotel, she reached forward and caressed my back, making
goose-bumps rise on my arms.  I reached back and caressed her leg,
squeezing her knee softly.  She replied by wrapping her arms low around
me and hugging me gently.
	As we pulled in to the hotel parking lot, I knew I didn't want this to
end with a "thank-you-it's-been-a-lovely-evening" goodnight.  Parking the
bike and putting away the spare helmet she'd worn, she solved my worries.
	"Would you like to come up and talk some more?" She asked.
	We went to her room, and as I laid my jacket on the chair, I turned to
find her standing close to me, her nipples hard and visible through the
cloth of her blouse.  Wordlessly, I gently pulled her to me, feeling her
breasts against my chest, her head tilted towards mine.  As I gazed into
her eyes, a warm feeling embraced me from within.  I lowered my lips to
hers and kissed her, gently.  Her lips parted, and my tounge caressed hers,
exploring her for the first time.  Wanting to find her secrets, her passions.
We melted into each others arms, becoming one in our desires.

================================ III =====================================

	As our kiss parted, we looked into each other's eyes, as if seeing each
other for the first time.  I ran my hands lightly over her arms, bringing
one hand to my lips, kissing her palm lightly.  She caressed my palm with
her nails, bringing my other hand up, kissing my palm lightly in return. I
smiled, brushing my hand over her cheek, lifting her light hair up and
back. I kissed her cheek delicately, moving further back to her ears, her
earlobes, and down her neck.  Her hands were caressing my back, my sides
and my arms, each touch creating sparks inside my head.  A soft sigh
escaped from her lips as I kissed her neck below her ear.

	She stepped back smiling at me, her hand on my chest, rooting my feet
to the floor.  Slowly, she began to unbutton her blouse, never taking her
eyes from mine.  I watched as each button was carefully undone, leaving
her blouse open and inviting.  She reached in, unfastening the front hook,
and in one smooth motion removed her strapless bra, dropping it to the
floor.  Her full breasts moved sensously beneath her open blouse, the
nipples straining againt the fabric.  My tounge moved in my mouth, and I
was trying to imagine the feel of her nipples responding to my kisses.
This time, as she moved herself into my arms, my hands parted the front of
her blouse, feeling the warm silkiness of her breasts brush my forearms,
the soft skin of her sides and stomach as I reached around to caress her
back.  We kissed, passions flaring as our tounge met, my hands running up
her back to pull her shoulders closer to me, pulling her blouse free from
her pants.  Her arms moved to her sides, her lips still against mine as I
slid her blouse from her shoulders, letting it fall gently to the floor.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, as she resumed the kiss in full earnest.
My hands found her naked breasts, lifting and cupping each one.  My fingers
teased her nipples as her tounge followed mine into my mouth.  Her hips
moved against mine, feeling the bulge that was waiting for them.
	This time I stepped back, unbuttoning my shirt, staring into her eyes.
She watched, and each time her eyes strayed too low or too high, I paused,
making the task take even longer than necessary.  When, at last, I finished,
she moved forward, reaching up and removing my shirt as she bent her head
to kiss my chest.  She ran her tounge under the ridge of my chest muscles,
teasing them and me with how sensitive the skin was.  Her lips found
the nipple, taking it between her lips, sucking gently.  My hands stroked
her hair as she suckled, then she used her tounge, flicking my nipple
rapidly back and forth in her mouth, making me moan softly.  I placed my
hand under her chin, bringing her lips up to mine and kissed her softly,
running my tounge over her parted lips.  Her hands caressed my chest and
stomach, making the fires within me more urgent.
	Again I stepped back, and she remained.  Smiling, I knelt and began
to unfasten her pants, kissing her stomach and licking lightly around her
navel.  As the zipper moved down, allowing her pants to fall away from her
hips, I half circled her waist with short tiny kisses, pinching her flesh
gently between my lips.  Her pants fell to the floor, and I held them as
she stepped out of each leg, kissing her thighs just above and inside
each knee. Her musky fragrance filled the air, her moistness covered only
by a small patch of cloth.  Delicately, I leaned forward and kissed her
through the thin material, breathing slowly and warmly against the
sensitive skin.  Her hands pushed gently at my head, and I reached up,
gathering the elastic band into my fingers.  Slowly I pulled them down,
kissing each new patch of her skin that appeared.  Slowly I worked my way
down, kissing her bare mons, blowing a cooling breath after each lightly
damp kiss.  As the fabric stretched flat, leaving only her labia covered,
I snaked my tounge between her legs, curling the tip and drawing slowly
back, circling her most sensitive spot, savoring her aroma and taste.
She breathed a soft moan and I kissed her mons just above, as I lowered
the thin fabric to the floor.  When she stepped out, I caught each leg,
kissing her calves and the sensitive areas near her knees as I removed her
socks.  At last, she stood before me, naked and beautiful, looking down at
me, her eyes gleaming.
	I stood while she unfastened my belt and pants, kissing my chest and
working her way down my stomach. As she knelt, her hands paused, gripping
tightly against the fabric.  She slid her thumbs around and in one slow,
fluid motion slipped my pants and shorts to the floor.  I watched as she
blew cool breaths against the sensitive underside of my shaft, making it
jump at the sensation.  I stepped out of my clothes, while she repeated the
way I had removed her socks, kissing my knees, making me want her even more.
She lifted her head and gently licked the very sensitive line running up
between my balls with the very tip of her tounge.  Her hand reached up, and
held me straight as her tounge continued higher and higher, running the
length of my shaft, to finally circle the head, making it grow and expand
even more.

	She stood and we embraced, kissing passionately as I slid my engorged
shaft between her thighs, letting her feel the heat and pulsing of my heart
through it.  Her breasts flattened against my chest and I could feel the
heat from them against me, and the warmth of her against my rod felt like
it would set us aflame.  Our tounges danced and I felt us melting together,
our souls as intertwined as our tounges, our hands exploring each other.
Time stopped.  The universe around us ceased to exist.  We were together,
our passions about to become unleashed.

	She moved us to the bed, and we laid down, still embracing, her on top,
trying to melt down into me.  Her legs straddled mine, my shaft throbbing
against her shaved labia, her hips pushing forward against me.  I pulled
her lips from mine, holding her head inches above me, I stared into her
eyes.
	"Goddd!" I breathed, "I WANT you sooo much!"
	"Take me." She whispered back. "Take me tonight. Take me now."
	I pulled her mouth back to mine, and rocked my hips to move my aching
cock between her moist lips.  Her hips responded, moving to let me slide
in.  As I felt the head slip past and into her, my soft moan was lost in
her mouth.  We slowly inched together, savoring the touch of man against
woman.  Of man INSIDE woman.  She moved back suddenly, just as I thrust
upward, neither of us able to contain desire, passion, or lust any longer.
We met at the base of my cock and deep inside at the door to her womb.
	"Oooohhhhhh!" we both cried simultaneously.
	A slow parting, as we both now looked intently at each other, watching
our eyes, feeling our loins, feeling joined.  We gained speed with each new
stroke, our passions reaching new intensities.  I could feel her wetness
now, surrounding my cock buried deep inside her.  She could feel the steel
rigidity of me, plunging into her depths.  My hands moved to her breasts,
cupping them and squeezing them together. I leaned my head up, licking one
nipple as she plunged down on my cock.  I began to see the perpiration
glisten on us both as the heat of our passion filled the room.  Musky fra-
grances hung in the air.
	I sat up, grabbing her and pulling her to me, kissing her fiercely,
crushing her breasts against my chest.  Her arms around my neck, she
returned my kiss feverishly, her tounge dancing rapidly in my mouth.
	We rolled over, with me staying inside her as we laid back on the bed.
Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me into her burning pussy.  My hands
found hers and our fingers intertwined as we plunged on and down, into
the depths of our desires.  My lips found her nipple, shiny and wet from
before.  I kissed it, sucking it into my mouth to flick my tounge over it.
Her pussy contracted around my shaft, her ring holding onto me tight.  I
stopped moving and flexed my shaft back at her, causing her to gasp.  Her
hips moved again, drawing me deeper into her warm wet pool.  I turned my
head, biting her other nipple softly, pulling it away from her until her
breast streched slightly.  Again her pussy grabbed for me, but this time I
continued to move, not letting her feel the throbbing.  I licked the flat
valley between her breasts with the tip of my tounge, sliding deep into her
again.  As I slowly pulled back, I gripped the first nipple in my mouth,
waiting until just the very tip of my cock was still inside her.  Then
pinching with my lips, and flicking with my tounge I pulled her nipple
again, waiting for her to contract.  As I felt her grasp, I slowly slid
into her pussy, past her tight ring, moving deeper and deeper.  Each time
she eased up, I pulled or pinched her nipple, making her grip me again.
At full depth, I laid still, releasing her nipple and looking into her eyes.
Waiting a full two seconds I flexed within her, lightly until she con-
tracted, then hard, while she gripped me.  Her pussy responded clenching
tight around my cock, forced it to swell larger inside her, expanding her,
filling her.
	Her hips lifted up, legs trembling, she moaned loudly and came.
	As her pussy contracted around me, spasming in orgasm, I flexed again,
as hard as I could, pushing against her soft velvety skin.
	"Ohhhhh yessss!" she cried as her hips rotated and forced themselves up,
tight against me, trying to draw me deeper.
	I waited until I felt her just beginning to grab me again and flexed my
cock hard against her, feeling her pussy make me swell again.  Cries came
from her lips, and as she relaxed, I began to withdraw.  Her eyes opened,
pleading for me not to pull away.  My smile was one of pleasure as I held
my cock part way in, the taper of my cock even with her ring of pleasure,
waiting for the next wave to wash over her.  She wanted me deep inside her
and I had moved back, telling her with my eyes to lay still.  When she again
clenched down, this time on the curve of my cock, positioned just right,
her pussy sucked me down deep inside.
	"Ohhhhhhh God!" her voice was high pitched. "Ohhhhmmm."
	I leaned forward, covering her neck, her cheek, her eyelids, with quick
light kisses.  Her legs drew me to her, as I felt her pussy begin to relax.
Sweat covered us both, and I could feel it running down my back as I lay
between her legs. I could feel the sweat on her thighs against my sides, and
her breasts shone in the light.
	"Feeling happy sunshine?" I asked.
	"Hmm-Ummmmm!" came her reply.
	As soon as her eyes opened, I flexed once again, watching as she felt it,
her eyes opening wider, the pupils dialating.
	"Oh!  Nasty boy!" She smiled.
	"I have an nice idea," I chuckled back, "but I'll have to get up first."
	"Nooo!" She pouted. "I don't want you to go."  She locked her ankles
around me, pulling into her, pinning me to her.
	"Greedy." I said.
	"Uh-huh!"
	"C'mon sweetie, this'll only take a few seconds." I pleaded.
	She looked at me, and softly "I want to feel you go soft inside me."
	"Might take a while." I smiled back, "I haven't come yet."
	At her quizical look, I pulled back, letting her feel that I was still
fully hard, and ready for more.
	"And besides," I explained, "After all those stories, you didn't think
that I'd let you only have one did you?"
	"Smarty. I had two just now!"
	We kissed and held each other tightly for a few more minutes before fin-
ally I went and rummaged in my jacket, looking back at the bed where she
lay, propped up on her elbows, watching me. Her graceful form, damp with
sweat, glistening and shiny in the light.  Her legs slightly apart, her
bare pussy, lips full, begging me to return.  She shook her head, creating
aura of golden hair, making her breasts move seductively, as she watched
curiously.  Finding what I was looking for, I moved across the room,
picking up the ashtrays as I went.  I crossed the main room and shut off
the lights.  I went into the dark bath, and returned a moment later.
	The small candles I'd picked up at the restaurant flickered nicely as I
moved around the main room, placing them at different angles to the bed.
Once finished, I returned to this warm, passionate woman who filled me with
desire.
	"Let's make the rest memorable." I whispered.
	She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me much too briefly, then
hugged me tight.
	"Yes," She said, "I want it to be special too."
	I laid her back against the pillows, holding her arms as she went.
Moving down, I kissed the insides of her thighs, caressing her gently with
my lips.  I moved randomly from thigh to thigh, working my way upwards,
towards her naked pussy.  Just as I reached her pussy, I paused, looking
at her nakedness closely in the flickering candlelight.  So soft and
sensitive and desirable.  I kissed her mons gently, barely touching her.
As I worked down now, I could almost taste the fragrant wetness between
her legs.  I tipped my head and let my hair brush gently over her bare mons.
She sounded her pleasure to me, and I bent my self lower, spreading her legs
wide.  I kissed that sensitive place where her thighs, cheeks, and pussy
meet.  That flat little area next to her lips.  I ran my tounge up one side,
down the other, ignoring her moist pussy and her swollen lips.  I slid my
tounge down, flicking it softly over the soft flesh between her front and
back holes.  Her hips rose up, begging for more there.
	I slid my hand under her cheeks, cupping them and lifting her off the
bed.  I ran my tounge along the line that forms the bottom of one cheek.
Then back to the area between her holes, where I flicked my tounge fast
and light.  Her moans were soft and full of pleasure, as I lowered her
back to the bed.  I moved closer, raising her legs over my shoulders and
bringing my hands around her hips.  Two fingers parted the upper lips of
her pussy, baring her swollen clit to me.  Peeking out like a pearl, I
saw it was wet and shiny.  I breathed softly and hotly against it, making
her wait, following with a light cool breath.  Then I touched it with just
the tip of my tounge, staying as still as I could be.  She moaned, loud in
frustration.  I flicked my tounge and began to circle, slowly, stopping
each time she raised her hips.
	"Don't tease me!" She half commanded, half pleaded.
	I ran my tounge down, parting her lips as I went, finding her sweet wet
hole.  I flicked my tounge against the sides of her hole, then up to the
lips of her pussy.  I sucked each one into my mouth, running my tounge over
them, pulling and playfully tugging them taut.  Back and forth, up and down
I went, teasing, taunting, playing, pulling until her hips were rocking and
swaying.  I found her button, and sucked it into my mouth, squeezing it
softly between my lips, my tounge circling it rapidly.   I could feel it
swell between my lips, and giving it one farewell flick, let it go.  As it
receeded from my mouth, I ran my tounge down the full length of her slit,
greedily lapping up her wetness.  As I moved up, I slid two fingers into her
sopping pussy, my tounge circling her clit again.  Her hips were moving up
and down, and I pushed my fingers all the way in, feeing her wet juices
flowing into the palm of my hand.  I locked my mouth over her clit, flicking
her quickly, and pulling my fingers out slowly.  I looked up to see her in
candlelight, her hands cupping her tits hard;  on the edge;  ready.
	When my fingers were halfway out, I stopped.  I sucked her clit into my
mouth as hard as I could, spreading my fingers at the same time.  I pressed
my lips together slowing the blood flow to her all important place.  As I
closed my fingers, then reopened them, spreading her pussy wide, I bent
them upwards toward her stomach, touching her from inside.  Then I let go
of her clit and the soft flesh surrounding it.  Blood flowed and after a
second, I flicked my tounge once over it.
	Her legs closed tightly around me, her hips arching off the bed.  Her
hands squeezed her tits and nipples hard, her head thrown back, stomach
tense.  She came down only to raise up again after taking a short breath.
I could feel her pussy contracting around my fingers, squeezing them closed.
I let her squeeze, forcing my fingers apart when she relaxed.  As her
contractions slowed, I gently kissed her thighs, thanking her for letting
me make her happy.

=================================== IV ==================================

	I lay behind her, holding her in my arms, kissing the back of her neck
while she relaxed, a smile on her face.
	"You're soo sweet." I said. "I could eat you and love you for hours at a
time."
	She cooed, pressing her back against my chest as I hugged her closer.  I
ran my hand over her thigh, admiring her form in candlelight.  I felt the
smoothness of her thigh, marveled at her graceful lines. I caressed her lean
stomach, running my hands under the line of her breasts, then down again to
her thighs.  I purred into her ear.
	We cuddled and spoke softly for almost an hour, my cock wilting like a
flower.  I was happy and content, cuddled next to her, feeling at peace with
the world.  As she stirred on her side, my hand cupping her lower breast
caressed its way down to her silky smooth mons, lingering on her bare skin.
She sighed softly, leaning back into me slightly, I kissed the nape of her
neck, working my way up and over behind her ear.  As she leaned back and
turned slightly, her legs parted and my fingers slipped easily between her
legs, caressing her still damp lips.  Her head turned, and we kissed.
Slow and lesiurely.  I caressed her pussy, my fingers teasing around her
clit without actually touching it.
	She sat up slowly, pushing me onto the pillows, her hair flowing around
her head, her breasts swinging as she leaned forward.  Moving over she
quickly took my slowly rising cock into her mouth.  Still soft, she
engulfed me down to the base, moving her tounge inside her mouth.  As she
pulled back, her lips pressed against my flesh, and I could feel myself
beginning to rise.  Her hair cascaded down, brushing my thighs and stomach,
looking like a golden aura in the dim candlelit room.  Her figure was all
graceful curves, accentuated by shadows, appearing to fade into nothingness
at the edges.  Grasping me, she ran her tounge around the head and down to
the sensitive scar left from the circumcision at birth.  I laid back, enjoy-
ing the sensation of her mouth and tounge on me.  She licked the underside
of my shaft, flicking her tounge over the edges of the head, making me
smile and moan softly.  Her tounge traced the veins over my cock, and back
up to suck me into her mouth.  Her mouth was warm and wet, her tounge wicked
and seductive.  As she sucked me into her mouth, I could feel the head hit
the back of her mouth, forcing another moan from my lips.
	She ran her tounge down the underside, continuing down the sacks of my
balls tracing the sensitive line between them.  Down still, lifing my balls
to flick her tounge at the senstive area underneath, between the the base of
my cock and anus.  As her tounge flicked, my hips rose and I moaned softly.
She worked back up, taking the soft skin of my sack into her mouth and sucked
gently.  Then she softly and gently sucked one of my balls into her mouth,
her tounge caressing it on all sides.  My cock swelled, turning purple-red
as she tounged each one, all the while stroking my cock up and down, squeez-
ing tightly on the upstroke.  She sucked again on the sacks, and blew gently
on them, making me squirm for her tounge.  She slid upwards, licking my cock
everywhere with her tounge tip.  Reaching the top, she sat up slightly,
smiling into my eyes as she pressed the head against a nipple, kissing at
me silently.  She bent down, circling the head with her tounge.  Her breasts
touched my balls, sending a shiver through me, and running the length of
my shaft.  She again sucked me into her mouth, her tounge flicking the
underside ridge hard.  Moaning again, I arched my hips, wanting her to
swallow all seven hard inches of me.  When she again sat up, she rubbed my
cock, wet with her saliva, over and between both her breasts, pressing it
hard against her nipples, and all the while smiling at me, running her
wicked tounge seductively over her lips and teeth.
	Her mouth engulfed me again, this time taking me deep into her mouth.  I
could feel the head move past the back of her mouth and enter her throat.
Afraid to move, fearing to choke her, I strained not to flex or push with
my hips.  Her lips grabbed, trying to work me deeper into her mouth.
Sweating with the effort, wanting to push and flex and come in her mouth,
I laid back and moaned loudly.
	"Ohhhhhhh Goddd!"
	Her nails raked my thighs, as she slowly rose up my shaft.  Her tounge
worked around the underside, pressing against the ridge.  When she raised
her head and looked at me, candelight made the tears glisten in my eyes.
	"Had enough?" She smiled with a mischievous grin.
	"Ohhh, Yesss." I replied, wanting more, but wanting HER most of all.
"Come here and fuck me.  I want you, I want you NOW!"
	She moved up and straddled my hips, lowering herself slowly on to my
rigid tool.  I felt the lips of her pussy part, letting me slide past, into
her warm wet depths.  She controlled me now.  Her every move had me at her
mercy. She slooooowly lowered herself, raising up when I tried to move
deeper into her.
	"Oh no." She said, smiling wickedly. "Mustn't rush."
	"Ooooh, you tease!" I joked back. "You wicked little tease."
	She laughed and continued her slow descent, stopping just before she had
me entirely within her.
	"What do you want?" She whispered, obviously knowing the answer.
	"YOU!" I cried, "I want YOU!  I WANT you!"
	She sat down, taking me fully inside of her, my balls against her ass.
	"Ohhh yes.  Fuck me." I pleaded.
	Slowly, she raised herself off my cock, hot and moist with her wetness.
I moaned as I felt every inch, every caress of her slick pussy against me.
My cock ached to feel her move quickly, but part of me wanted to continue
this pleasant "torture" forever.  She raised up, keeping only the head
inside of her, clenching her muscles against the soft sensitive end of my
cock.
	"Ohhh, stop teasing me!  I want to fuck you!" I moaned.
	Her hips came crashing down to meet mine.  So quick was her descent I
didn't have time to prepare, and now I half sat up, trying in vain to lift
my hips, drive deeper into her.  She raised up and plunged down again,
driving me deep.  Again she moved quickly, this time my hips moved up to
meet hers, and I touched bottom, making her gasp quickly.
	Unable to contain myself any longer, I reached down and around her, my
hands cupping her cheeks.  Lifting her up and pulling her down I began to
move faster.  She leaned forward, her breasts moving at each new thrust.
I moved my feet under, giving my hips leverage, and plunged deep again and
again.
	"Yesss, yesss, fuck me hard.  Come inside me, come deep inside me."
	I moved one hand up her back, pulling her head down to mine, kissing her
with a passion and intensity I'd never felt before.  Our tounges met, her
breasts moved against my chest and I could feel her wetness running down
my cock, making my balls wet and slick.
	My other hand came up, and she laid down fully against me, pushing her
hips back against mine.  I moved my calves over hers, hooking my feet around
and under, locking us together, giving her something to grab onto.  Her
hips and mine moved in a primal rhythm.  Her pussy pulled and sucked at
my cock, trying to draw it deeper.  My cock pulsed and throbbed, plunging
deep into her, trying to reach deeper yet.  We stopped kissing to breathe,
both of us moaning instead.  Her back arched, her blonde hair flailing
wildly, our sweaty bodies wet and slick made noises that aroused us both.
	"I want to fill you!" I hissed, "I want to take you over the edge with
me!  Come with me!  Come WITH me!"
	She moaned and fell against me, her pussy contracting around my cock.
When I felt her starting to come, a dam broke deep inside me.  I felt a
surging rush start upwards, making my cock swell and my balls ache.  She
felt me grow inside her, my thrusts long;  hard;  massive.
	"Cum babee cum!" She shouted.
	My arms pulled her to me, her lips met mine and we kissing in a blind
lust, tounges pressed together, arms and legs wrapped around each other,
sweat covering our bodies.
	"Hmmmmmm!  Unnnngg!" I moaned into her mouth, as I came.
	Buried deep inside of her, my cock launched a geyser of sperm.  I could
feel her pussy grip me tightly as I came.  She was still comming, her pussy
squeezing me tight, milking me.  Moaning into each other's mouths we both
came again.   Her pussy still contracting, I gushed another surge into her,
feeling now the warm mingling of our juices.
	She squeezed.
	I gushed.
	Squeeze.
	Gush.
	Squeeze.
	Gush.
	Squeeze.
	Gush.
	Silence.
	Bliss.
	As we slowly recovered, our mouths together, I licked her tounge with
mine, bringing us both from what felt like a trance.  Her tounge replied,
caressing mine gently.  Her tounge began to withdraw, and as she did, my
cock gave a reflexive twitch, sending shock waves through her and back to
me.  Her tounge plunged into my mouth again, and we kissed passionately,
realizing what we had just shared.  As we calmed, we kept kissing with
shorter kisses, each more tender than the one before it.  Finally, she put
her head on my shoulder, relaxing completely.  I held her close, feeling my
cock growing limp inside her velvety softness.
	"Thank you." I barely whispered.
	She purred against my shoulder, saying something I couldn't hear.  I ran
my hands down her damp back, caressed her behind gently, bringing my hands
back up, then down her arms, wrapped around my neck.  The candles were still
flickering away, as we drifted off to sleep, still joined together.

	We woke at about two in the morning, her head resting on my chest, our
legs around each other.  The candles had burned out, leaving us in darkness.
Our lips met, and we kissed lazily, enjoying the closeness in the warm room.
We talked for a while, holding each other close.  In the morning, she would
call the airline and see if she could re-schedule her flight back to Denver
for Sunday night, giving us the weekend.  At least for now, we had each
other, and we curled up close, happy and content, and drifted off to sleep.

 


						

 Friday


	After our night together, we talked over breakfast about how we seemed to
be in touch with each other's need's.  We found, to our mutual suprise, that
we'd both been reluctant to participate in the meeting that brought us to-
gether.   Also we found that once near, we felt the presence of each other.
That strange, indescribable feeling of familiarity, yet not.  Deja vu?
	The meeting on Friday went well, and we kept our heads firmly attached and
cool throughout.  I answered questions for the group, and was proud of the
fact that I was able to calmly and professionally answer hers, without any
awkward "signs" appearing.  Knowing that we had the weekend together made it
seem like years before the meeting finally parted.  Always the Galahad, I
walked her to her rental car, telling her how much I wanted to be in her
arms again.  We dared to tempt the fates, kissing long and deep, through the
open window, while she sat in her car.  She returned to her hotel room to
pack and prepare to leave for an exciting weekend.  I returned to my job,
praying for a massive two hour power failue that would let me leave early.
	We swing by my place, dropping off her rental car and luggage, and pack
the motorcycle for a weekend to remember.  We're off very shortly, giggling
like two teenagers that have just put one over on the parents.  The helmets
have headsets and we chat over the taped music, making suggestive remarks
to each other, laughing at double entendres, and thinking of new ideas for
stories and adventures.  Three hours of riding later, it is nearing dark,
and we pull into a small Sierra town of Angel's Camp.  Winding up several
dark roads, we make our last turn into the carport of an A-frame cabin well
away from the world.
	"I thought you said we'd be camping."
	"We will, tomorrow night." I reply, "The perfect spot, about 2 miles from
here.  An easy walk -- if it's daylight."
	"Well, who's place is this anyway?"  She asks, wondering.
	"One half of it is mine." I smile.
	"Yours?"  She looks at me again, "Does anyone live here?"
	"No, my brother and I share it. He's the ski bum, using it in the winter,
and I use it in the summer, when I can ride up here."
	Once inside, the roomy open living room and lofty ceiling feel open, yet
safe and secure.  I watch as she explores the the cabin, finally coming back
into the living room.  I pull her to me as she is about to walk past.
	"Kiss me." I whisper, looking into her dark grey eyes.
	We kiss, wrapping ourselves around each other as we do.  I feel her lips
part, and my tounge caresses them gently as it passes, searching for her
tounge.  I feel her breasts, warm and soft, pressing against my chest.  Her
arms surround my head, bringing me to her, her hips move towards mine. We
begin to melt into each other, feeling the world outside dissolve away. My
hands move down her back, pulling her tightly to me.  Her tounge tries to
avoid mine, playfully trying to play hide 'n seek.  It only heightens our
passions, and we begin to caress each other all over.  My hand finds her
breast, sliding just the thumb and forefinger under it I lift and let it
slide slowly and delicately back, squeezing it to a stop just before her
nipple slides past.  Her hand reaches down, finds my erection, bulging hard
against my pants.  She rubs me up and down, squeezes my shaft hard between
all four fingers and the palm of her hand.  I moan, pushing my hips forward.
	"Would you like me to build us a fire?" I ask as our kiss stops, our eyes
inches apart.
	"Yes, that would be lovely." She replies.
	We settle in, with me starting a fire, and spreading blankets and some
pillows by the large fireplace.  She returns from outside, bringing our
belongings from the bike into the house. 	We cuddle on the blanket, facing
the fire, kissing and caressing each other, looking into each other's eyes.
	Her grey eyes reflect the fire, making it look as though the fire is IN
her eyes, in her soul.  My hand strays, down her shoulder, stroking her arm,
fingertips lightly touching her forearms and hands.  She's letting me touch
her, feeling it, not trying to return it, but letting me please her.  My
head tilts as I kiss her neck.  Softly, quietly, my lips touch her soft and
sensitive skin, touching lightly and closing gently.  My hand rises and I
run my fingertips down her blouse, down the valley between her breasts,
brushing only lightly against her full breasts.   My kisses continue slowly
downward, spiraling around her neck, taking their time.  My hand is stroking
the valley between her breasts, and now, circling under them, again only
lightly brushing her breasts.  Her nipples are rising against the fabric,
yearning to be touched.  My lips reach her neckline, kissing down further,
my tounge licking gently against the small hollow where her neck meets her
chest.  Using the arm behind her neck, I turn her face towards mine, and
kiss her lightly on the lips.   My hand roams lower, lightly running down
her stomach, circling around and then going lower again.  I kiss her cheek,
softly exhaling my warm breath against her skin.  My hand has found her
thigh, and I squeeze it gently.  I tip my head back to her neckline, and
while my hand roves and explores the inside of her thighs I begin to un-
button her blouse with my lips, kissing each newly exposed area as I kissed
her neck.
	The fire is building along with our passions, flickering over her skin,
casting dancing shadows around us.  The fire warms us, making us feel our
passions buring, heating us up.  My fingers rake against her pants, feeling
her skin underneath, warm and soft.  I'm down to a button that's partially
hidden beneath her pants, leaving her blouse open down the front.  I move
my hand and unbutton her pants while running my tounge from her navel to
her neck, leaving a light dampness on her to catch the flickering firelight.
My lips return and unfasten the last button, before my teeth grip and pull
the zipper to her pants.   Slowwwly  I pull the zipper down, teasing, and
taunting.
	I sit up, gazing at her, her eyes closed, as my hands slide under her
blouse, caressing her sides and stomach, sliding upwards towards her breasts.
Her nipples are hard and stiff, showing through blouse and bra.  My hands
slowly arrive under her breasts, palms on her sides, I push them up and
together, making them standd upright.  Leaning over, my lips pull the blouse
away, and I place my open mouth barely above her nipples, breathing soft
warm air against them, one at a time.  Her breathing is deeper, her back
arching up slightly as her nipples try to find my mouth.  I slide my hands
behind her back, pulling her upright, her lips to mine and we kiss.
	Her tounge finds mine and dances wildly about.  Her lips suck my tounge
into her mouth, her arms under mine, hands against my shoulders, I'm being
drawn deeper into her.  Her blouse and bra fall away, leaving her breasts
to move freely, free to be touched and caressed.   I lay her down, gently
against the pillows, and move my lips quickly down her neck, down to her
chest.  Again I tease, breathing against her nipples, running my tounge
around and under her beautifully full breasts.  Her hands find my head,
guiding me to her nipples.  I take her nipple completely into my mouth,
squeezing gently with my lips, letting it sloowwly slide out, holding on
to it then letting go.  I take the other nipple, running my tounge around
her areola inside my mouth.  I pull gently, pulling her nipple up and back
from her breast, flicking the little bud with my tounge.
	The heat of the fire warms the room, and us.  I move and slide her pants
from her hips, taking her panties with them, making her naked in the warm
fluttering firelight.  I place a warm, breathy kiss on her shaved mons,
grasping the tender, sensitive flesh between my lips, touching her nowhere
else, I flick my tounge lightly over her hooded clit, making her gasp lightly.
	I stand, looking down at her, naked in firelight, as I unfasten the
buttons on my sleeves.  She looks at me, her hips moving, her breasts swaying
as she breathes deeply.  Fire dances in her eyes, yet her face is in shadow,
looking away from the fire, at me. Could it be a reflection?  Or is it that
I have ignited her fire?
	She sits up, facing me, and begins by removing my socks, rolling them
down my legs, then sliding her hands up my calves, caressing and touching
them lightly.  She sits up, her hands unfastening my belt and pants, her
touch light, delicate, but urgent.  She slides my pants to the floor, and
kisses the insides of my thighs, as I step out of them.  Her hands run up
the legs of my boxer shorts, her nails lightly raking my skin.  Her hands
run around behind me, her finger tips touching the bottom of my cheeks.
She leans forward, and kisses my hard cock through the fabric, blowing her
hot breath against my balls.  My cock flexes, looking for the exit from the
confining material.  Her hands slide down my thighs, and at the last second,
she pulls the shorts down, holding on to the legs.  My cock springs free,
still surrounded by the long tail of my shirt.
	The shorts discarded, she begins unbuttoning my shirt, from the top down.
She's kneeling, reaching up, her breasts touching me through the fabric of
the shirt-tail. My cock is straining to touch her breasts.  She works her
way down slowly, teasing me, smiling up into my eyes.  Is that really only
a reflection?
	My shirt falls away, my cock nestled in her breasts, as she rubs them
against me, pushing them against my balls.  Her tounge flicks out, tasting
the pearl drop at the end of my rigid cock.  She bends her head, lifting my
cock with one hand, she runs her tounge around one of my balls, flicking the
soft skin surrounding it.  She sucks one into her mouth, tracing random
patterns on it with her tounge.  Then the other.  She kisses the inside of
each thigh before she engulfs me with her mouth.  I moan, tossing my head
back.  She holds me in her mouth, feeling the flexing and throbbing of my
shaft. Licking around the head, and flicking the underside ridge hard, she
begins to coax my balls with her fingertips.  They're both hanging very low,
away from my cock, and she cups them in her hand, weighing them, feeling
the soft skin.  She pauses to run her tounge over them, forcing me to moan
again, as my cock stretches and reaches for her.  I look down, and she sits
back, legs open and inviting, supporting herself on one hand.   Her other
hand reaches between her thighs, moving briefly, then she brings it to her
right nipple, rubbing her slick juices around the areola, making them shine
in the firelight.  She looks up at me, fire still dancing in her eyes,
and brushes her hand across her chest, licking her lips as she cups one tit
up to me, inviting me to come on her.
	I can't stand it, and I kneel on the floor, pushing her back and laying
her flat.  I move between her legs, sliding my arms under her thighs, bring-
ing my lips close to her pussy.
	"I want to taste you.  I you to come in my mouth." I breathe hotly on her.
	My tounge touches her, sliding down from her mons, over her clit, and down
to the lips of her pussy, licking the thick nectar from her, I continue down,
down to her entry.  I push my tounge in as far as it will go, moving it back
and forth, up and down, teasing her pussy.  Her hips move, lifting her up
to meet my tounge.  My tounge flicks lower still, teasing her just below
her opening, the soft flesh damp with her fragrance.  Her hips arch now, try-
ing to thrust against me, her moans soft and purring.
	I run my hands lightly over her sides, my fingers sliding together at the
middle of her stomach.  Together my hands run up, fingertips lightly touching
her, straight up from her stomach, between her breasts, flaring apart and
circling her breasts.  Circles within circles, each smaller that the one
before, my fingertip caress, moving closer to her nipples.  My tounge slides
inside her pussy as my fingers find and squeeze her nipples, twisting and
pulling on the hard little buds.
	She melts into my mouth, flowing like a river, wetting my tounge and face,
her breathing is heavy, her hands pressing mine tightly against her breasts.
I can see her mouth is open, forming soft O's as my tounge caresses her labia.
Pulling each one of her pussy lips into my mouth, I flick my tounge over and
around the soft warm skin, pulling and sucking it, making it taut against
her pussy. I Run my tounge against the sides of her thighs down to her
pussy, pressing hard against her flesh.
	The heat of our bodies, the fire, our desires covers us with a fine layer
of perspiration, just a light dampness that forms sparkles on her skin,
reflecting the dancing firelight.
	My tounge runs down her bare mons, flicking rapidly over her sensitive and
soft skin, leaving a wet trail towards its destination.   I use my tounge to
part the folds of her flesh, exposing her clit, peeking boldly from under its
hood.  I circle it slowly, enjoying her reaction, her hips moving and swaying
gently against my tounge.  Faster I circle, running my tounge down her slit
every few seconds, lapping up a thick rich creame from her opening, bringing
my tounge back up to circle her clit again.
	I watch this beautiful creature respond, her skin soft and golden in the
firelight, her breasts swaying gently with her breathing, her hips moving
in a seductive rhythm, her breathing loud but soft too.  I watch, waiting
for the right moment, knowing that she will think me cruel, but thank me for
it later.  I want that moment to arrive quickly, or my burning passion will
drive me out of control too, unable to prolong our estacy.
	The right moment arrives, I feel her body tensing, getting ready.  I pull
all contact away from her pussy, kissing her soft thighs instead.  I can hear
her breathing, see her hands cupping her breasts, her hips moving, looking
for me, looking for contact.  I run my hands under her ass, cupping and
squeezing her cheeks, spreading them, kneading them.  Her rush interrupted,
she makes a pleading moan, begging for me to continue.
	Ignoring her pleas, my lips move to her mons, kissing her gently, high up
away from her clit, teasing the soft flesh -- so close!  So far away!  Her
hips move up, trying to offer the right spot.  My tounge circles her navel
drawing a wet circle before returning to her mons.  Her moans are becomming
insistent, short, and angry.
	My hands slide down, under her thighs, lifting them up, up and back, her
knees back towards her chest.  She is fully open to me now, and I can feel
the buring heat from her pussy.  I glide my tounge down the backs of her
thighs, still teasing and prolonging her pleasant agony.  Her musky aroma
calls to me, driving me close to the edge.  My tounge follows the inside
of her thigh, coming close, promising to touch her clit, passing by the edge
at the last second.  She moans her disappointment, changing as my tounge
finds her wet opening, flicking quickly around and diving inside.  I feel her
pussy grasp for my tounge, sending small waves of succulent creame in my
mouth.  Her wetness is all around me, on my face, my chin, her thighs, her
mons, all slick from my tounge and her cream.  Everywhere it seems, and I
want to lick and taste it all.  The urge to impale us both on my cock is so
great, but I want her this way first even more.  I put my mouth to her very
wet opening and suck, wanting to suck the juices from her, to drink of her.
Her small cries of pleasure excite me even more, telling me what I wanted.
The time is right, and I move up with my tounge, flicking it back and
forth, stopping just below her clit.  Her hips move and buck, trying to get
her clit under my tounge.  I pull my head back, watching her hips move and
pleade for release, lowering her legs back by my sides.
	"Come for me baby." I whisper. "Come."
	I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tounge, feeling her
pulse throbbing from within her sensitive button. I slide two fingers inside
her dreched pussy, trying to hold them open against her ever increasing
contractions.   She moans softly, closing her legs around me, her pussy grabs
and squeezes my fingers.  My mouth is still, feeling the throbbing of her
clit as she comes.  I feel her juice run down my fingers, into my hand.  I
lay still, waiting for her first wave to pass, then my tounge caresses her
soft flesh around her clit, starting another wave of intense pleasure.  She
cries out, shocked by the intensity.
	I sit up, licking her tasty cream from my fingers, sliding next to her
in the firelight.  I pull her close to me, feeling her warmth, her skin damp
with our exertions.  We kiss gently, lovingly my face still wet with her.
My cock throbs against her stomach and mons, my balls resting against her
sensitive clit.
	Now it is her turn to suprise me, as her tounge licks her cream from my
face, my chin, tasting herself.  Her hands pull me to her, urgent and wanting.
I can feel my cock pressing against her, and she rolls me over onto my back.
Again I see fire in her eyes, dancing wildly.  If only I could really be sure
it Was a reflection...
	She slides down me, sensuously, my cock sliding up between her breasts. She
presses her breasts against my cock, and works me up and down, licking at the
head as it comes up.  She raises herself and leans up, kissing my nipple and
circling the small areola with her tounge.  She takes it into her mouth,
pulling and suckling on it, making my cock flex and throb against her.  She
chuckles wickedly around my nipple, her hands roaming my body.
	She moves down, laying between my legs, and starts kissing my thighs, her
hands sliding under my hips, cupping my ass, squeezing gently.  Her tounge
finds the sensitive line between my balls, following it up and down, making
me moan loudly.  She lifts my balls, tounging the underside of their sacks,
and the soft flesh above my nether hole.  I feel soft warm breaths blowing
against the damp skin, her tounge flicking up and down.  My legs quiver,
my back arches, and I moan again.  She is driving me slowly insane, bringing
my lusts and desires all to the surface, threatening to boil me over.  Her
tounge returns to my balls, playfully teasing them, ignoring my rigid cock
that demands her touch, her tounge.  She sucks each ball into her mouth,
teasing it with her tounge, sending me into a dreamworld of pleasure, not
sensing anything but her mouth upon me.
	All at once, her mouth in around my cock, sucking me down.  I moan, and
raise my hips, trying to bury myself within her.  Her hand cups and fondles
my balls, while her tounge slides down my shaft, flicking and teasing me,
making me rigid with pleasure.  She takes the head into her mouth, tounging
it with large circles.  Her hand grasps my shaft, squeezing it tightly, her
fingertips pressing it against her palm.  I flex, and she feels the head
swell, trying to fill her mouth.  Her head descends, swallowing me deep into
her mouth, the head pressing against the entry to her throat.  As she pulls
back, my cock glistens in the yellow firelight.  Down again, this time my
cock passes into her throat, and I feel her lips pulling me into her.
	"Ohhhhhh GOD!" I moan.
	She repeats this several times, until my cock is covered with a shiny
wetness from her mouth.  Her hands run over my chest and stomach, teasing the
sparse, coarse hairs, making my nipples hard and erect.
	"I want to fuck you NOW!" The words come out as I sit up grabbing her arms
and pulling her up to me.  Then softer, "All night; I want you all night!"
	"Yes." She sighs back, "Fuck me all night long, love me all night."
	We embrace and kiss as I roll over on top of her, her legs parting and
wrapping around me.  I arch my back, sliding my cock into her, warm and slick
from our teasings.  I feel every warm inch of her as my cock slides deep into
her depths, and I lay still as we kiss, locked together, joined.
	We begin to rock each other, the movements of our bodies in rhythm. I lift
my head to stare into her eyes, seeing the fire again.  Her smile is that of
infinte pleasure, matching mine.  She stares back into my eyes, seeing the
passion burning within.  Our movements are gaining in speed and intensity,
thrusting harder each time.  I feel the pressure welling up within, knowing
that I will not be able to contain it.
	"Yesss." She hisses, "I can feel it in you, let it come. Come in me."
	I moan at her words, the building pressure demands release.  I am at the
edge now, my control is dying quietly, not protesting.
	She squeezes her pussy tight around me, smiling up as she does.  She is a
wicked one, and she knows it.  Her hands cup her breasts, offering them to
my lips, and I lean down, sucking the right one long and hard.  I feel her
contract again, her eyes closed, a soft moan coming from her lips.
	I lean forward, sliding my hands under her ass, cupping her in my hands,
lifting her to me, slamming us together.  Her legs rise and lock around my
back, her breathing as heavy and ragged as mine.  We're both on the edge now,
both of us embroiled in our carnal lusts.
	My control gone, I hiss lustily into her ear. "I'm going to fill you, fill
you up with come.  Fuck you, come deep inside you, filling you until it drips
from your cunt."
	"Yessss, ohhhh, yesss" She hisses back.
	"I'm going to shoot gobs of hot come inside you, filling you, making you
hot and wet with my come, spurting and spurting, coming and coming in you!"
	My thrusts are long and hard, trying to shove myself ever deeper into her,
my hands grabbing her ass and pulling her to me, I can feel her tightening
and squeezing me.  A bubbling pressure is rising up, and we can both feel it
in each other.
	Her short reply sends us both over. "Fill me with come!"
	My hips surge forward, burying my cock deep inside her, a hot stream of
come bursting free, splashing inside her.  Locked together, joined, we both
shudder as we feel the sperm flowing inside.  My hips pull back and drive
forward again, firing more hot creamy come deep into her pussy.  Both of us
are moaning, feeling the throbbing of each other, the heat, the release of
our lusts, the flow of come.  Her hands pull my head to hers and we kiss,
completing the joining, arms, legs, loins and tounges, we are coming together
in an intense buring fire.  My cock swells again, and we moan, feeling our
hot juices flowing together,  flowing around my throbbing cock and her hot
pussy.  Again more sperm gushes into her.  And again.  And again.  Oh God,
I can't stop, it feels like my soul in draining into her, through my cock,
spurting and splashing deep inside her pussy.   Her tounge is mating with
mine, and it feels like our mouths are coming too.  I feel like I'm trying
to suck her into me, and she is trying to suck me into her.  Another surge
pulses deep into her cunt, and I feel spent, drained.  Her legs squeeze me
tight, pulling me into her sopping pussy.  A short spurt again, and I finally
am fully spent.
	We lay there, still joined, holding each other tightly, lips and tounges
still dancing, a joyful warmth between our legs.  My hands are squeezing her
ass, pulling her tight against my cock.  Her legs are still holding me tight
against her pussy, sopping and filled.  We kiss for long minutes, enjoying
the warmth, the glow from our passions, the flicker of the fireplace.
	Neither of us know when, or how, but we found our passions renewed, burn-
ing again.  Still locked together, we moved and our hips began to slowly
pick up the rhythm again.  We looked into each other's eyes, both amazed at
the desires we saw.  Both of us seeing fires burning. As we moved, I could
feel a wetness dripping down onto my balls, making her ass slick and wet.
I pulled her up from the floor and leaned back, still inside her, and then
I laid back, her on top of me.  I could feel our mixed come dripping from
her, making me wet.  Her face showed lust and passion as my cock drove home
deep inside.  I had her turn around, facing my feet, staying deep and hard
within her.  Our hips moved, and the strange angle excited us both.  After
a moment, I pulled her hips to mine, and slid up behind her on my knees,
feeling her pressing back against me.
	Kneeling behind her, and moving again in a primal motion, I reached down
placing my hands between her legs, letting the slick wetness drip into my
hand.  I began by rubbing it against her bare mons, spreading the creamy
stuff over her stomach.  Each time I reached down to her dripping pussy,
I rubbed her clit, and felt her hips move roughly against mine.  I cupped a
breast in my soaking hand, rubbing our come over the nipple, spreading it
down the valley between her breasts.  The more I did this the harder and more
rigid my cock felt.
	"I want to cover you, make you wet all over tonight." I breathed in her ear.
	Her moaning sent me to a new height of carnility and lusting for her. For
her pleasure, for OUR pleasure!  I pulled out of her pussy, holding my hands
against her, feeling what must have been gallons of our come flow into my
hands.  I spread this over her mons, her stomach, her breasts and her ass,
making her glisten in the firelight.
	"Yesss," She moaned, "make me wet, ohhhh, I'm so wet!"
	She turned suddenly, her eyes dancing with fire.  This time I was sure
the fire was there, in her eyes, her face half in shadow.  Her hand reached
deep between her legs, returning wet and shiny in the dim light.   She raised
her fingers to her lips, her tounge tasting, licking sensously at her fingers.
Her eyes shone, as she held her hand to me, and I repeated her tasting with
my tounge, tasting my come mixed with hers.  Her hand touched my chest, and
spread the wetness against my nipples, down my stomach.
	"Ohhh, yes!" I breathed. "Both of us wet and slick, all night long."
	Her hand reached her vulva again, and this time she ran her hand from her
lips, down her neck and over her breasts.  My hand touched her pussy, sending
electric pulses through her.  We kissed as my hand rubbed her, spreading the
slick wetness again over her mons and her ass.
	We moved together again, kneeling, me behind her, grabbing her ass and
sliding deep into her sopping wetness.  I began to fuck her hard, not being
the delicate lover from before, but letting my carnal being take control.
She slammed back against me, the flesh of her ass rippling with each stroke,
her breasts swaying and bouncing under her.  I saw us reflected in the large
glass windows, and my lust crazed mind took over, painting a fantasy for us
both.
	"Look at the window." I said, "Look at them as if they're two other people
watching us.  Look at him, grabbing her ass and fucking her hard and deep."
	"Yesss.  Hard and deep." She chanted back.
	"See how she's fucking him back?  Bucking her hips, her tits moving.  Now
watch, watch what he does."
	I reached down, making my hand wet again, and rubbed it over her tits.
	"See, her tits are wet with come.  His and hers, hot come rubbed against
her tits."
	"Ohh, yes, feels sooo good." She said, "I can feel it."
	"Can you feel me inside you?  Fucking you hard? "
	"Yesss.  I love it.  Fuck me!" She hissed.
	"FUCK you?  Fuck your hot dripping pussy!!?" I asked loudly.
	"Ohh, yes, hard." her voice almost a whisper.
	I rammed hard against her ass, making her flesh ripple, her breasts bounce
and making her gasp.  I leaned forward and cupped her hanging tits, feeling
them move as we pounded each other.  My hips charged again and again, my
cock slipping wetly inside her hot pussy.
	She lowered her shoulders to the floor, raising her ass to my thrusts. I
grabbed her and roughly slammed into her.  I wanted to be deeper inside her,
to fill her with come all over again.  I could feel the pressure mounting,
building for another release.
	I moved my legs outside of hers, and after placing a pillow under her,
pushed her hips to the floor.  I fucked in a blind, furious frenzy now, my
balls slapping against her clit. Her soft ass and pussy seemed to envelope me
with each stroke, protesting and grabbing for me as I pulled back.  Her hips
moved up to meet mine on every stroke, and we fucked for what seemed like
hours, the aroma of our bodies filling the air, making it lusty and warm.
	I felt a twinge.  From her or me I couldn't tell.  It didn't matter now,
we were one, feeling what the other felt, merged, joined, carnal.  I grabbed
her by the shoulders, pulling her down onto me hard, feeling her cervix
against the head of my cock.
	"Come baby. Come." I moaned. "Drench me in your sweet juice."
	Her pussy contracted, and I felt the surging rise of a volcano.  Again I
felt her pussy, her legs coming together, and I plunged deep into her.  Her
legs locked together, my balls against her vulva, feeling her tighten and
release, trying to milk my cock.  The volcano erupted deep and hot within her
depths, washing her with cream.  Her pussy kept milking and squeezing me,
and I felt gush after hot gush of come flooding into her cunt.  Her ass,
soft and warm was hard and firm as she clenched and gripped me.  Again and
again my come gushed into her, and we both moaned.
	Sweating and exhausted, we laid on our sides, my cock going soft within
her, my arms wrapped protectively around her, pulling her to me.  I licked
her neck, teasing the fine hairs, feeling warm, happy, and content.
	I looked up at the fire, seeing it had turned mostly to hot embers, with
just a few flames dancing about.  I recalled her eyes, wondering again if
the fire was only a reflection.  I felt her squeeze my softening cock with
her pussy and hugged her.
	Her hand reached back, caressing my hip and thigh, and she murmured quiet,
breathy, and sexy. "Thannnk you."
	I purred against her neck, kissing her softly.  We touched and stroked
each other gently, realizing that this was the way we both wanted it to be.
Wrapped in a warm, lazy, fuzzy haze of smiling contentment, we both hugged
each other, and drifted off into a deep contented sleep.

Morning found us still cuddled in the main room on the blanket, the fire
still giving off a faint warm glow.  The sun was filtering in through the
large glass covered walls, lighting the room cheerfully.  I awakened first,
and did my best not to wake her as I moved back.  I looked down at her,
curled up, one arm over her breasts, the other under her head and pillow.
She looked like an innocent angel, smiling in her sleep.  I wrapped my still
warm side of the blanket around her as I went off to make some coffee.
I was gratified to see her still curled up and sleeping when I returned
with the steaming, aromatic brew.  I waved it slowly under her nose, watching
her awaken.
"'Morning beautiful." I said softly, leaning over and kissing her cheek.
"Hmmmm. Hi"  She said blearily, and accepted the warm drink, sipping care-
fully and eyeing my nakedness.
"Thank you for last nite." I purred, smiling.
She chuckled, and touched my knee, stroking her hand gently over my thigh.
"I've warmed the shower for you, or for us both." I smiled back at her.
"Perfect." She said. "I must look awful."
"Why do women think that way?" I asked, laughing. "You've just given me
the best night of my life, and you're worried that I think you look awful."
We joked and kidded each other, and she made disparaging comments about
my scratchy face, while I make comments about her rumpled hair, both of us
laughing.  We showered together playfully, both of us feeling light and giddy
from the night before.  We kissed under our manufactured waterfall, and began
to kindle our passions once again.  We held off, knowing we'd have time later,
after we'd hiked to a quiet place and set up our tent.
Her worries over clothing were solved by the spare clothing my sister-in-
law kept at the cabin.  She selected some shorts, a comfortable chambray top,
and a light jacket for the evening.  While she checked her backpack, I slip-
ped several other articles into mine, smiling and thinking about tonight. We
set off after securing the "homestead", walking hand in hand down a trail.
It was not much of a hike, three miles over easy trails and and several
ridges, but it took us until midafternoon since we were easily distracted by
the views from ridgetops and, once, a doe with two fawns grazing close by.
Our destination was what I called my "perfect shelf".  A small, flat,
sparsely wooded area, about three hundred yards down from the ridgetop, with
a sharp drop-off, and overlooking a beautiful valley winding its way through
the Sierras.  A small stream meandered across the valley floor, visible only
when the sun reflected off its silvery surface.  We set up our tent, our
portable nylon home, and spread a blanket down near the edge of shelf.  In
the warm late afternoon sun we sat and watched the animals on the slopes
across the valley, and the eagles and hawks soaring above.  We listened to
the silence of the mountains, hearing only the light breeze singing to us
through the trees.
We talked for a while, about camping, about wilderness, about the freedom
from the maddening crushing rush of city life.  We talked until my stomach
made a rude noise, demanding to be fed.  She laughed loud and long and patted
my tummy, until hers agreed with mine that food was overdue.  We walked back
to our tent, arm in arm, to find something to eat.
While we ate, we talked about our difficulties in finding new and differ-
ent fantasies and stories to send each other, trying to make each one better.
We laughed when we each told stories of the urge to constantly dial up to see
what the next story would bring.
When we finished eating, I reached into my pack, pulling out several bun-
dles of various colored fabric.  I handed her a T-shirt, and a pair of silky
nylon shorts, saying we'd be more comfortable lounging about in these.  We
both put on our T-shirts and nylon shorts, her in the tent, while I stayed
outside.  The fit was loose and comfortable, just the thing for a warm sunny
day.  She unzipped the tent and stepped out, smiling and posing for me.
"How do I look?"
I gave an apprecative whistle and licked my lips.  Her full breasts, now
unrestrained behind the fabric, moved with a sensual motion, the nipples
pressing hard against the powder blue material.   Her legs looked long and
shapely, descending from the black, highcut, nylon shorts.
"That good?" She laughed, nodding at the protrusion showing against my
own dark blue nylon shorts.  I walked over to her and kissed her, drawing her
against me to feel her soft, warm breasts against me again.  We kissed for
several long moments before we put on sandals and walked about, exploring
our small shelf.
The way her body moved, dressed only in a t-shirt and loose, silky nylon
shorts stirred my desires as we walked around.  The feeling of the soft warm
breezes caressing us in unusual places, the feeling of the soft satiny fabric
against our skin, the sun warming us, all combining to make the two of us
feel both dressed and undressed.  I watched as the soft flesh of her ass rip-
pled when she stepped over rocks and branches, her breasts moving erotically
when she reached out to me for a steadying hand.  She moved away from me at
one point, to look at some wildflowers, turning around to watch me walk to
her, her eyes watching the motions of my shaft through the skimpy nylon.
We reached the edge of the shelf, looking down on a slightly different
view of the valley, appreciating the beauty of it all.  I moved behind her
and circled my arms around her, holding her against me.  My arms, just below
her breasts, squeezed her in a gentle hug.
"Hmmmm. It's so beautiful and quiet up here." She said softly.
I said nothing, holding her warmth against me, and I kissed the side of
her neck softly.  I felt her sigh, her body leaning gently back against me,
and I kissed her neck again.  Her hands caressed my arms with light gentle
touches, both of us feeling the slow fires beginning to build.  I turned my
hand and raised it, cupping a breast, lifting it up and gently squeezing it.
My thumb brushed against her nipple, feeling it already fully erect.  I used
my tounge and gently licked up the side of her neck, breathing against the
damp trail it left.  She moaned softly, her head tilting, her hair flowing
to follow her movements.
Her hand touched the back of my bare thigh, sliding up to cup my cheek,
pulling us together and making my cock swell.  She could feel the hardening
shaft against her buttocks, moving upwards, sliding over the silky fabrics
that separated us.  I cupped and squeezed both her breasts in my hands in
return, pulling her back against my chest.  She turned her head and our lips
met, the kiss slightly awkward, neither of us caring.  My fingers found her
nipples, standing firm against the shirt, caressing them and circling around
her areolae.  Her hand moved around my thigh, sliding easily under the loose
nylon, and grasped my cock, squeezing me into her hand.  Our passions flared
hotly and I turned her around, kissing her again, my hands pulling her into
me, never wanting to let go.  We stood, kissing each other intensly, passion-
ately, feeling our hearts pound together.
We broke the kiss, looking into each other's eyes for long moments before
we started back, arm in arm, towards our camp.  I watched her breasts sway
as we walked, admiring there sensual movements, feeling my cock harden and
threaten to peek out of the shorts.  We walked near the edge of our shelf,
until we found our blanket, warm and inviting in the sun.  We laid down on
the blanket, kissing each other briefly.  She spotted a curious stone by
the foot of the blanket and crawled down to pick it up.  Her hips moved in
a facinating way as she crawled down the blanket, and as she picked up the
stone I saw her shaved pussy through the loose legs of her shorts. My cock
swelled up and moved the flimsy nylon of my shorts aside, showing its head
to the world.  As she moved back, I reached my hand out, sliding it up her
thigh and the leg of her shorts, cupping my hand against her mound, suprising
her enough for her to gasp.  Quickly she stopped moving back, and her hips
swayed as she rubbed herself against my hand.  She was damp from walking
about in the skimpy nylon, and our passionate kissing. I held her in my hand
for several long seconds, gently caressing her thigh as I withdrew my hand.
"What do you have there?" I asked in a conversational tone.
"Take a look." She said handing over the stone to me. "What do YOU think
it looks....like..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes fixed on my swollen
cockhead peeking from my shorts, the shaft outlined by the fabric.
I looked at the stone, just about to comment when her hand pulled the
loose fabric away from the rest of my shaft, baring my cock to the sun, the
breeze.  Her hand grasped me firmly and it was her turn to fondle and arouse.
The stone was weathered and shaped into a remarkable likeness of phallus,
the head plainly visible.  I tried to make a comment and found her hand was
moving so sensually on me that I could not speak at all.  I closed my eyes
and enjoyed it.
Her mouth met mine, her tounge parted my lips, entering quickly to find my
tounge.  My hands found her breasts, full and inviting, squeezing them and
rubbing my palms over her nipples.  Her hand released me, sliding down to cup
my balls, the sacks hanging low and full.  My arms encircled her, pulling her
down with me, as I moved to get under her hips.  She brought her leg up and
over, straddling me and laying down on my chest.  Our tounges dances and
flirted, chasing each other from mouth to mouth fanning our flames of lust.
Her hips pinned my naked cock against me, and she rocked her hips, stroking
me, and pressing me hard against our lower stomachs.  My hands grabbed for
her smooth ass, finding the nylon in the way.  I slid my hands under the
nylon shorts, pushing the fabric together.  Her hips moved back, making the
shorts tight around my hands, pressing the fabric against her ass and pussy.
I pulled the fabric tight against her, feeling her body respond to the pres-
sure between her legs.  She moaned softly into my mouth.  I pulled the black
nylon aside, sliding my fingers down between her cheeks, lightly caressing
the lips of her pussy, feeling her earlier dampness turning to unabashed
wetness.  Our kiss broke and we spoke simultaneously.
"I want you inside me"
"I want to be inside you"
We paused and looked into each other's fiery eyes, each seeing a frighten-
ing reflection of our own carnal lusting.  Passions boiled over, and we both
let go of ourselves completely.  Her hips rose, freeing my shaft to stand
as she lowered her demanding pussy onto my engorged cock.  Deeper and deeper
I went, feeling engulfed by her.  Her eyes closed and she softly sighed a
moan of pleasure.  We began moving against each other, feeling the loose
silky nylon against us, binding occasionally, bringing our lust to a higher
level yet.  I ran my hands up under her shirt, up to her swaying breasts,
grabbing and squeezing them gently, letting them fall into my hands.
"Suck me.  Suck my nipples." She breathed.
I slid my hands out from under her shirt, and brought them up between her
breasts.  I grabbed her shirt front with both hands and ripped the front of
her shirt open, leaning my head up to kiss and suck her nipples.
"Ohh. Ohh God, Yes!" She moaned.
I sucked her nipples hard, pinching them between my lips, circling her
areola with my tounge.  My hands clawed at the back of her shirt, ripping it
too, so my hands could feel her, touch her.  Her pussy gripped me hard, try-
ing to squeeze me tight, making me swell inside her.  I pulled and shredded
her shirt, trying to touch her all over, my lips teasing each nipple into
rigid hardness.
She sat upright suddenly, her hips rocking wildly. Her hands clutched at
my shirt, pulling hard, tearing it open.  Her hands grabbed my nipples, her
fingers pinching and twisting them, making my hips arch, my cock bulge deep
inside her.
"Oh, yes!" We both cried together.
My hands pulled against the restraining nylon, tearing it apart at the
seams, baring her ass.  She ripped my shirt again, making a long tearing
sound as the fabric protested.  We pulled and ripped each other's clothes
until shreds hung about us, our wild undulations making them caress us with
each powerful stroke.
I rolled her over onto her back, her legs locking around my waist.  Her
hands clawed at my back, tearing the shirt, grabbing and pulling it free.
Savagely we fucked each other, thrusting our hips harder and harder, our
total energies focused only on our lust.  Her hands pulled the remnants of
my shorts apart, ripping the last of it from me, baring me to the world and
carrying us both deeper into our carnal bliss.  I moved her legs over my
shoulders, lifting her cunt against me.  I grabbed her hips and slammed into
her hard and fast, watching the rippling of her thighs and her breasts as
I tried to bury myself completly inside her fiery wetness.  For us there is
only the burning fires between our legs, our passion for each other, the
feeling of our hips driving together, the touch of our skin, the world no
longer exists while we float in our primitive, carnal universe.
I feel a tightness, pressure.  Her legs slide off my shoulders, wrapping
again around my waist, locking and squeezing me tight.  Her pussy contracts,
gripping me so tight I feel like I'll explode.  Her hips arch. Then again.
I pull her hips up and back, pulling her onto me, impaling her on my cock.
Her legs shake and tremble as her orgasm wracks her, washing over her like
a long wave.  Her hands clench against the blanket tightly, her breasts
heaving up and down.  I slow down, but I can't stop moving, my own lust
drives me on.  Her legs begin to relax and I move faster again. And faster
yet.  Her legs clamp down again, her hips arching, her hands clenching her
breasts.  Sweat is breaking out all over us, the fragrance of her passion is
maddening.  Her soft moans and cries drive me over the edge.
"Ohh. Ohh GODDD!" I shout.  "I...want to...FILL...Youuu!"
Her pussy contracts again, grabbing, squeezing, milking me.  Balls slap
against her wet ass, wet from her own juice.  My cock plunges again and again
each time glistening with her savory wetness.
"Ohhh YES!" I moan again. "I'm...gonna..COME!"
Her moaning cries penetrate my lust fogged brain, tugging deep down, pull-
ing a string holding the gate to my dam.
"COME!" I shout. "I'm going to...FILL YOU...with COME!"
I feel it rising, forcing its way up my cock, forcing its way past her
clenching pussy, her legs locking solidly around my hips, arching up to rece-
ive my sperm.  Out of control, I stammer, my brain draining through my cock.
"I...I...I'm gonna FILL your cunt with COOOMMMME!  Ohhh GODDDDD!!"
A primal need slams my hips forward just as my cock floods her with my hot
flowing come.  Backs arched with both feel the massive throbbing of my cock,
deep inside her, we feel the hot gushes of my come, washing up inside her
and flowing back.  I slam forward again, my cock pulsing and spewing more
thick hot come deep inside.  Again I gush into her, her pussy gripping, and
milking it from me.  Another gush washes her.  And another.  And another.
I can't stop, my whole being is entering her.  Another gush of come.  More.
Again I spurt.
Long seconds pass, the only sound we hear is our own breathing.  Slowly
the carnal haze lightens, and we look at each other, feeling like our very
souls have been intertwined.  Tears well up in our eyes, and I lean down,
kissing her gently, but passionately.  Her warm arms surround me, pulling
me tight against her.  Her legs squeeze me, keeping me inside her, not want-
ing to let me go.
My hands come up and caress her face, her neck, her shoulders.  Our kiss
ends, and we stare silently into each other's eyes.  I see a warm glow in her
dark grey eyes, filling me with pleasure and contentment.  She lifts her head
and kisses me quickly and lightly on my cheek, my chin, and lastly on the tip
of my nose.  Her smile is radiant, and her eyes are shining up at me.
"Ohhh God!" I whisper. "The things you DO to me!"
Her reply is a warm hug, and I lean down on my elbows, snuggling close to
her.  I kiss her cheeks, her chin and nip-kiss my way down her neck.  I want
to be close like this, keep this feeling, make it last.
"Ooooh! Look!" She says, indicating the reddening sky.  The setting sun
was lighting the sky, painting with exotic hues of yellow, red and pink. Our
vantage was perfect.  Without moving we could turn our heads and watch the
sky turn from orange to pink, to red, and finally to a deep blue-black as
night began to fall.  We watched, feeling the cooler breezes of the evening
begin to stir. The stars began to appear, and we watched, locked together,
embracing each other until the stars chased the blue sky over the horizon.
We strolled back to our camp naked, removing the tatters of our clothes,
talking about how that urged us into a raging, carnal, lust.  We found some
warmer clothes to chase off the cooler night air, cleaned each other off,
and settled down with a small campfire, cooking our dinner while we talked.
Each time our eyes met, there was a look.  A look that needed no words.  We
ate, and cuddled up by the fire, watching it's flames dance and chase off the
coolness of the night.  We gazed up at the stars, seeing the entire Milky Way
stretched out before us, and knew how our ancestors were awed by its spec-
tacular display.  We talked about man reaching the stars, and about making
love in the weightless void between them.  Finally, we covered the fire, and
crawled inside our tent.


The single tent-candle cast a shadowed flickering light around the tent
as we undressed each other tenderly, kissing here and there as we went.  We
crawled into our sleeping bags, zipped together to form a single large one,
and kissed.  Our hands explored each other, caressing, gentle, softly touch-
ing.  Our kiss was quiet and easy, and we fell into each other's arms.  Her
grey eyes sparkled in the candlelight, looking deep into my being, as if she
were searching for the answer to a question never asked.  I kissed her again,
not wanting her to ask the question, not wanting to think about the answer.
She seemed to sense my motive and returned the kiss warmly and passionately.
I put my hand on the back of her head and kissed her back.  Our tounges were
caressing each other, lingering and sweet.
My hand moved down her neck, caressing her back, her arm, the graceful
curve of her waist, and down to her soft warm cheeks. I squeezed her behind
tenderly, pulling her hips to mine as we lay on our sides. I felt her nipples
brushed mine, sending a small jolt down deep, and I felt myself start to rise
against her thigh. Her hand against my chest pushed me onto my back, and she
slid down inside the sleeping bags, turning around as she went.  I felt her
hair brush over my thighs, then her lips on my swelling shaft.  She laid her
hips down at an angle, not wanting my tounge on her, no..not yet.
She kissed my shaft, licking the underside up and down, sliding her tounge
wetly over the velvety smooth skin.  She moved down slightly, running her
kisses and tounge down to my balls, sucking each one into her mouth, gently
teasing it with her tounge.  She used her hair to caress me, pulling it
lightly across my thighs, between my legs, over my now hard cock.  She kissed
my thighs, moving up from above each knee, taking her time, teasing me.  I
sighed my approval, enjoying her playfulness.  She arched slightly and her
hands lifted my sacks, her tounge sliding down quickly, licking me underneath
and below.  I moaned and spread my legs further, giving her better access to
me.  I felt her breath, warm and sensual on the damp areas her tounge had
left.  My cock throbbed, and I let a moaning sigh escape.
She rolled onto her side, her hand sliding up and caressing my stomach. I
saw her shaved mons, seductive and inticing in the dim glow from the candle.
I licked my finger and ran it over her smooth, sensitive skin there, elicit-
ing a sigh from her.  When I'd almost reached her clit, she moved away, lay-
ing down again, this time her mouth engulfing the head of my cock.  She dart-
ed her tounge over the tip, licking the pre-cum from it, and circling the
edge.  Her mouth slowly descended onto me, her lips caressing my sensitive
areas.  One hand moved down my thigh, tantalizingly slow, her fingernails
lightly playing over the skin.  Her other hand moved down and played with
my balls, cupping them, lifting them, teasing the area just underneath.  My
hips ached, wanting to arch up, and I let them slowly move towards her.
She continued to suck me deeper into her mouth.  Just when I thought she
was about to swallow me whole, she reversed and slowly came up.  Again and
again she slowly teased me, holding me deep in her mouth, feeling me throb
with lust.  I looked at her ass, and caressed her gently, feeling the damp
perspiration on her back.  The tent was warm, very warm, as our two bodies
radiated the heat of our lust.  She blew against my cock, making it feel
cool, even inside the warm sleeping bag.  I pulled the top of the bag off
of her, cooling us both.  Naked and sweating, she slowly descended on my
cock again, her mouth pulling me in.  Now she stopped, and teased me, her
hands caressing my hips.  She started back up, stopped, and slid easily down
the full length of me.  I felt the head touch the slick velvety skin of her
throat, then down, deeper until she had fully swallowed me.
I moaned loud and long, floating on a cloud of estacy.  She moved up my
shaft and down again, not going deep.  Several strokes and then she would
swallow me down, deep into her mouth.  I could feel my orgasm rising, like
a string being pulled through me.  Again she took me into her throat, and
rising up, released my cock, just on the verge of my orgasm.
"Good GOD!" I moaned. "I never wanted you to stop!"
She smiled and worked her jaw, showing me that it must have ached.  I sat
up and kissed her, pinching a nipple as I did.
"Let me do you." I whispered. "I want to taste you again."
She laid down and I started by kissing the insides of her thighs from her
knees up to her shaved mons, carefully avoiding any contact with her most
sensitive areas.  I lightly dragged my short hair against one thigh, teasing
her as she had me.  I moved up, kissing her around the edges of her stomach,
down to the juncture where her thighs form the sides of her triangle.  Licking
the crease above her thighs, I followed around, drawing and outline of her
triangle with my tounge.  Her sighs and her smile pleased me, letting me know
I was pleasing her.  I raised each leg, kissing and gently running my tounge
over the sensitive backs of her thighs, going from knee to her slit, stopping
before reaching her fragrant wetness.  I ran my tounge between her thigh
and labia, licking and tasting her sweet dampness.  Sweat rolled off my back,
and I could see her breasts gleaming in the flickering light.  I waited for
several moments, not touching her, letting her stretch out her senses, then
I leaned forward, flicking the tip of my tounge over her hooded clit.
She brought her hips up, gasping at the suprise.  I parted the folds of
her lips with my tounge, tasting a sweet cream on her, and licked her from
top to bottom several times.  I sucked her button into my mouth, pulling it
away from her, flicking wildly with my tounge.  Back arched, she grabbed her
breasts, gasping and breathing loudly.  I let go, letting her clit slide out
of my mouth slowly, then slid two, then three fingers inside her.  I lay
between her legs, my mouth over her pussy, moving my fingers in and around,
spreading them wide, lapping her flowing juices.  Her breathing began to
stutter, her legs trembled, and I stopped, doing to her what she'd done to
me.
"No!" She cried. "Don't stop!  Ohhh GOD!  Don't stop now!"
I waited.  She reached for her pussy, and I pushed her hand away, and
rubbed my wet fingers over her mons.
"I'll make you come." I said. "And come, and come, and come."
"Ohhhhhhh."
I laid down and attacked her pussy, licking her in a crazed lust. Three
fingers inside, stroking her, pumping her.  My tounge lapped her sweet cream,
spreading over her clit, her soft, bare mons, her thighs.  My lips found her
clit, throbbing and erect.   I pressed them against her clit, keeping up the
rhythm of its throbbing.  She came.  I felt her pussy contract around my
fingers, her juice flowing like water into my hand.  I buried my face in her
wetness, licking up as much of her as I could.  Her pussy contracted around
my probing tounge, squeezing me out of her, denying me access.  Thick white
cream poured out of her, soaking my face and neck.  She rolled from side to
side, moaning and breathing hard.  I caressed her thighs, gently kissing her
mons and resting my head on her hip.
Long minutes went by before her hands urged me to slid up to her face.
"Ohhh, you're sooo good to me!" She purred.  Then looking at me in the dim
candlelight, she laughed "You're all wet!"
"So're you!" I laughed back.
She kissed me, tasting her own come, getting some on her face too. I took
a finger, and wet it with her come from my chin, rubbing it on her nipples.
The feel of her slick wetness against her nipples made her moan again, and
I bent down, licking it off her areolae.
"It's your turn to come now." She said softly.
I told her that her pussy had taken a pounding this weekend, and we didn't
want it sore tomorrow.  I knelt in front of her, and she grabbed my cock,
stroking gently.
"Hmmmm." She said.  "You want to come on my breasts?"
"Ohhhh yes." I replied eagerly. "Why don't you jack me off onto your nice
hard nipples?"
"Ohmm. Feel your cock throb and pulse, shooting that hot sperm all over my
nice soft tits?  Is that what you want?"
"Yessss." I sighed softly.
"I'd love to feel you cock spurt." She hissed to me lustily. "Feel your
cock swelling in my hand, spurting your thick come all over my tits."
"Ohh yessss."
"You want to come on my nipples?"
"Yesss."
"Shoot your hot come on my tits?  See it dripping from my nipples?"
"Ahhhhh yesss."
"Watch me lick your cock after you come?"
"Ohhhh"
"Fuck my nipples and cooomme?"
"Huhhhhh"
She pressed the head of my cock against her nipple, her hand stroking me
against it, the pre-cum making her nipple slippery.  Her breast was soft and
warm, and I watched it ripple as her hand jacked me against it.
"C'mon sweetie, give me your come.  Shoot your hot, thick come all over
me.  Shoot it all over my tits.   Let me taste you!"
I felt it starting when she started to tease me with her words, and now
I came in a rush, feeling it surging forth, swelling my cock.
"Yes, you're going to COME!  COME!  All over my tits!"
My cock remembered the previously aborted orgasm and now I came with a
vengance.  Thick white sperm shot from my cock like a water from a hose, and
running across her breasts.  Again I gushed another stream against her right
breast and nipple, thick and creamy.  A short spurt landed in between her
breasts, beginning to run down her chest.  Another spurt, this time right on
her left nipple as she pushed her breast against my cock.
"Yes, yes baby! Come on my tits."
She brought her mouth down, just in time for the last two rushes of sperm
to land on her tounge.  Her hand milked me into her mouth as I shook from the
effects of my orgasm.  I looked down and she was sucking me into her mouth,
her tounge circling the head.  I pulled my cock away, and kissed her fully
and passionately, tasting some of my own salty come in her mouth.  While we
kissed, my hand rubbed my still warm come over her breasts, and down her
chest.  My hand, slick and wet, found it's way to her bare shaven mons and
rubbed it there, making her slippery and wet.
"Yes, Ohhh, yes!" she said as my fingers found her clit again.
Turned on my her renewed horniness, I felt my freshly drained cock rise,
trying to return to action.  I knew I would not come, but I could please her
one more time.  I rolled her over and grabbed her ass from behind, bringing
her up to me. I slid my cock inside her slick wet pussy, sliding deep.
"Ooohhhaaaaa." She moaned as I slid into her.
"Is this what you want now?" I hissed. "A nice hard...FUCK!?"
"Ohhhh."
I started to pump my cock into her, faster and faster.
"Oh, you're sooo HORNY, soo HOT...so...so...CARNAL!" I shouted.
I plunged into her, feeling her back onto my cock hard, slamming against
me.  Her cheeks rippled and her back arched against my thrusts.  I reached
around, my fingers rubbing her slick mons.
"All this cum on you, on your tits, on your pussy and you're STILL horny!"
"yes..." Her voice was small and trailed off.
I rubbed my fingers on her clit, feeling her own juices running down onto
my fingers.  Her pussy started to contract, and I pulled the final string.
"Maybe I'll pull out and shoot more come all over your clit!"
She bucked against me hard, her breath short, her moans long and soft. I
grabbed her hips, pulling her tightly against my cock, feeling it touch her
cervix, buried as deep as I could go.  I felt her come.  She squeezed my cock
and I flexed it back, pulsing like I too was coming.
Squeeze.
Flex.
Squeeze.
Flex.
Squeeze.
Flex
Again. And Again. And Again.  She shuddered and trembled before she lay
down on her stomach, breathing heavily.  I laid down on her, pulling her over
onto her side, and wrapped my arms around her as she curled up.  I kissed her
neck and back, her hands caressing my arms.
After a while, we felt the chill air intruding, and I pulled the cover of
our bag over us, keeping us both warm.
"G'nite m'lady" I said softly.
"Hmmmmmmm." she purred back.
We drifted off to sleep, happy and content once again.  As I drifted off,
I wondered again if it was only reflections I saw in her beautiful grey eyes.

Morning found us, warm and cuddled in our tent.  Still naked, I went out
first, testing the air and looking for any stray eyes.  We dressed in easy
clothes, and I fixed breakfast while she stood and watched the sun rise up
over the moutains.  We broke camp early, hiking back to the cabin, holding
hands like teenagers, smiling and watching the wildlife along side the trails
we used.  Back at the cabin, we stowed away the camp gear, and washed our
clothes.  Naked we cuddled in front of the glass, letting the sun stream
through, warming us all over.  Sipping coffee we talked about our chances
of meeting, of being able to share this much time, unplanned.  Something had
moved us together.  We both felt grateful.
The washer buzzed rudely, and we moved the clothes to the dryer.  Then we
took a shower together.  The hot water cascaded down her beautiful breasts,
her nipples soft and tender.  I washed her back, using my hand to touch her,
feel her against me.  I soaped her behind, running my hand down between her
cheeks.  She arched her back and I gave her a playful slap for being such a
"naughty" girl.  She washed my back, repeating the same movement down my
behind, slapping me for the being a "naughty" boy.  We both laughed.  After
she rinsed me, I soaped her breasts and chest, kissing her at the same time.
I moved back and washed her stomach, moving my hands down to her mons.  The
slick soap reminded us of the night before, and her legs parted slightly,
her eyes closing.   I rubbed soap down her thighs, kneeling to wash her
calves.  I looked up and her eyes were closed, enjoying my attentions to her.
I turned her into the water, rinsing her from behind.  My hands rubbed the
clean warm water over her, cupping her breasts, caressing her stomach. My
hands slid down to her mons, rinsing the soap from her, and feeling her lean
back against me.  I let my fingers linger, perhaps too long, and when she
turned and looked at me, I swore that flames danced in her grey eyes.
She dropped to her knees, and swallowed my wet, semi-hard shaft, taking
me deep into her mouth.  I moaned.  Her mouth brought me fully hard in short
moments, working around me with her tounge.  I pulled her up, her eyes were
shining, glittering with a carnal urge I knew all too well.  We kissed, our
lust once again riding high.   I pulled back and turned her against the wall,
out of the stream of water.  Her palms against the wall, she arched her back,
thrusting her pussy towards me.  I slipped into her easily, finding her hot
and wet with anticipation.  We fucked in a wild abandon, neither of us caring
nor wanting the tender moments now.  Hands on her hips, I pulled her against
my pounding ramrod, thrusting up inside her.  She backed against me, her hips
moving on their own.  Two bodies, lost in their lusts, their desires, in the
shower, moved with a rhythm ages old.  I reached up, cupping her breasts,
pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers.  Her moans in the small
confines of the shower seemed like shouts, animalistic, carnal.  I could feel
my cock swelling, the rush of semen as it fought it's way out.  Her pussy
contracted hard, bearing down against my cock.  When she released, my hips
moved in a massive thrust, lifting her up on her toes, my come shooting up
inside her steaming hot cunt.  Her fingernails raked against the tiles, her
pussy clenched and pulsed against my cock.  We both moaned.  Each time her
greedy pussy gripped me, more come spurted inside her, until finally, I was
spent.  I held her tight, my arms around her, not wanting to let her go.
We stood under the deliciously warm water, embracing and kissing each other
for a long time.  Finally, we finished our shower, taking turns drying each
other off.  Before she dressed, I placed a tender, delicate kiss on her bare
mons, before kissing her on the lips.
We returned and picked up her luggage and rental car where she'd left them
at my place. I gave her my phone number, hoping she'd use it, and I followed
her to the airport.  Waiting for her evening flight, we had an early dinner,
and talked about us.
"I-I'm worried about something." She stammered, not knowing how to ask.
"What?" I said, holding her hand across the table.
"Well, I..." She looked frightened, lost.  I wanted to go to her and put
my arms around her, protecting her.  But I felt it was me she was afraid of.
"I'm afraid..." Her voice trailed off.  I waited for her to go on.
"I-I thought...I thought it'd be safe, writing on the board, with no way
someone could...could find me.  And now you..."
I smiled and reached across, lifting her chin so her eyes met mine.
"I'd never -- ever -- hurt you." I said softly, squeezing her hand. "You're
too special to me.  Much too rare of a gift."
She smiled, but it faded too quickly for me.  I squeezed her hand again,
and she looked back up at me.
"What we shared was special.  It may never be that way again." I said. "If
we ever meet again, the first thing I'm going to do is to hug you close and
kiss you.  That may be all we ever get after this weekend."
She smiled and squeezed my hand, her eyes looking deeply into mine, trying
to see if I really meant that. "Oh my sweet dream", I thought, "who has hurt
you so badly?"
We walked arm in arm to the departure gate, watching her plane taxi up and
discharge its passengers.  I reached into my pocket, and pressed something
into her hand.  The curious stone she'd found at our mountain camp.
"Keep this," I said. "If you feel lonely, pick it up and remember me."
We kissed a final farewell, holding each other tightly, not wanting to let
go of each other.  As they called for passengers to her flight, I caressed
her cheek one last time, staring into those dary grey eyes.  We kissed each
other softly and briefly on the lips, and I walked her to the door, giving
her a final hug as she walked out of my life, perhaps forever.

I watched the plane roll away, and I remained at the window watching as
the pilot rotated the nose, and climbed into the sky.  I watched until the
727 disappeared, and walked quietly down the hall.  Halfway to the lobby,
I remembered I'd forgotten to ask her.  Forgotten to ask her about those
dancing flames in her eyes.