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L'amour

airman96 on Love Stories

My name is Jake Walsh.  I guess if you had to describe me in one word, romantic would be pretty close.  I've had more than my fair share of crushes, and quite a few girlfriends.  But unlike my friends, who like to go on and on about which cheerleader they fucked last night, I'm just looking for, as weird as it may seem for a college freshman, someone who I can settle down with, maybe even start a family.  Lots of times, they've ridiculed me for that.  But that hasn't changed my mind.

The only problem is, so far, I haven't found anyone like that yet.  As I said, I've had plenty of girlfriends, but not one of them interested me.  Some were silly little flaws - this one girl I dated, maybe just on a pity date, we had sex, and as soon as I came she shouted &

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quot;JUMPING JEHOSEPHAT!"  I knew right then and there it wasn't going to work - but sometimes, the truth really did hurt.  That's where this story begins.

I stepped out of the tube connecting the plane to Paris Airport.  For a moment, I just stood still, taking in the sight of it and trying to forget.
My last girlfriend, Rose, and I, we were really close.  She really seemed to love me, and I sure as hell loved her back.  And it wasn't just lust.  It was real love.  Once, we went out into a field in the middle of the night and made love out there.  Romantic?  You bet.  It was wonderful, and I wondered how much better things could get.
Soon, I found out.  It turned out she got bored with me and started seeing someone else.  When I found out and asked her, calm as could be, if she wanted to break up with me, she just exploded.  She ranted on and on about how I treated her like a bitch - which was not true, I might add - and how she hated me from the start.  That hurt a lot more than any other girl I'd ever liked.

So I decided to just go somewhere.  Just to forget, that's all.  And, as far as I can remember, the only reason I picked France was so that I could get as far away from her as I could while staying as comfortable as I could away from home.  Not once did it cross my mind that I might have found another girl there.

The cab pulled up right underneath the sign: Westin Paris.  I handed the driver his fare and stepped out.
The hotel was a huge structure.  There had to be at least thirty floors there, with a huge lobby, complete with fountain, plush chairs, everything.  I made my way up to the front desk.

"Bonjour," the lady behind the desk said.

"Uh, yeah, hi," I replied.  Although I knew some French, I wasn't confident enough to speak it.  "I have a room reserved.  Walsh?"

"Walsh?  Let me see, sir.  W...w...yes, I see.  Jake Walsh, correct?"  I nodded my assent.  "I'm sorry, sir, the room isn't quite ready yet.  If you give us your cell phone number, we'll call you when it is."  I told it to her and stepped outside, wondering what to do to kill some time.  I decided to take a little stroll, see what all was around.

Lots of places were shops, mostly ladies' shops.  I walked for what seemed like forever, the walls on both sides of the street melting into monotony.  Finally, I passed what looked like a small cafe.  Deciding I could use a drink, I decided to go in.
It wasn't too crowded.  A few tables were occupied, but there were still a lot left.  I walked up to the counter and asked for a small decaf coffee.  The woman handed it to me, and I walked off and sat at a table close to a window.  Some of the other people were smoking, typing on laptops, others were couples chatting happily, not a care in the world...
For a while, I just stared out the window, my thoughts elsewhere.  Although I tried to console myself that I was better off without Rose, her unwarranted anger towards me felt like a knife wound in my chest.  I wanted to forget her, but the pain was just too much.

"Excusez-moi?" a voice sounded from above me.  I looked up to find myself staring at the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.  Her hair was gold and seemed to catch the sunlight.  Her eyes were a calming shade of blue, and she had a perfect set of ivory-white teeth.  Her breasts, not too big but not too small either, hung at her chest in a sophisticated way I'd never seen before.  She was a few inches smaller than me, but she looked about my age.  She was smiling.
"Is anyone else sitting here?" she asked, a French accent thickening her words.  I shook my head no and she sat down.  I noticed that there were still a lot of empty tables left, but I was too enthralled by her to care.  It wasn't just looks.  Something else about her seemed to pull me closer to her.

"Are you from around here?" she asked.  I shook my head no again.

"No," I tried to say as calm as I could.  "I'm American."  She made a soft 'oh!' of surprise.  "And you?"

"I'm from Lyons," she replied.  "Just visiting here."  I nodded.
"Me too," I said.  She stared at me, as if trying to read something on my face.

"You seem sad," she said suddenly.  I was a bit taken aback, but I nodded anyway.  "Why?"
I worked my mouth up and down, trying to think of the right thing to say.

"Oh, it's okay," she said hurriedly, holding up her hands.  "I probably shouldn't've asked."

"It's okay," I said.  "It's just...kind of hard to talk about, that's all."  She nodded sympathetically.

"Just here to get away?" she asked.  I nodded, trying to change the subject.

"So, you're from Lyons?" I asked finally.  "That's surprising.  Your English is perfect."  She smiled shyly.

"Thanks," she said.  "I try.  My name's Sophie."
"Jake," I replied.  "Nice to meet you, Sophie."
I found it very easy to talk to her then.  We sat for a long time and chatted about the weather, where we lived, everything.  When she got up, I was sad to see her go.

"It was nice talking to you," she said, bending down and kissing my cheeks.  Something about that made something click in my head.

"Listen," I said, calling after her.  "How'd you like to go to dinner tonight?  My treat."  She looked back at me for a while, and I was scared she would say no.  But she smiled and nodded.
"Seven o'clock," she said.  "Dominique's.  That's where I'd recommend."  I nodded.
"I'll meet you there," I said.  She nodded and walked away.

The room amazingly still wasn't ready, so I ended up changing in a public restroom and making my way up to the restaurant feeling happier than I had in days.  She was really something, that was for sure.  Something about her - couldn't quite put my finger on it, though - made her just irresistible to me.

I made it to Dominique's with a few minutes to spare.  Sophie was waiting, wearing a very attractive dress, dark blue, with her hair falling down past her shoulders.
"Good to see you," she whispered when she saw me, and kissed my cheeks again.  By now, I'd pretty much figured that as a thing of custom, and so I kissed her back.
"Shall we go in, then?" I asked.  She nodded, and we walked inside.

About an hour later, I leaned back in my chair and sighed.
"That was delicious," I said.  She sighed also.
"I could just sit here forever," she declared, and then looked up at me.  "So, how long are you in Paris?"
"Two weeks," I replied.  "You?"
"Same.  Where are you staying?"
"Well, I don't know," I said.  "I'm supposed to be at a hotel, but I think they forgot about me."  She laughed softly.

Catherine and Michael

Luckymann on Love Stories

                                 Catherine and Michael
       
 Catherine was a guest lecturer at a small, southern, community college.  She had been in town for just under three weeks.  Her lecture that day had lasted a little longer than usual.   Then, the students asked many more questions than they normally asked.  Now, it, was getting late.  She hoped she hadn’t missed her ride.
 To add insult to injury, Catherine’s friend, Sandy, who usually picked her up, had failed to arrive that evening.  It was Sandy who had arranged for the guest lecturing position at the college.  Since this temporary position was a goo
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d distance from her home in Chicago, Catherine had not brought her own car.  Sandy had faithfully, up until that evening, taken Catherine wherever she needed to go.  No one knew why Sandy had failed to arrive that evening? 
 Catherine had turned down several offers from students willing to give her a lift back to her motel.  After all, she assumed, her regular ride would soon be there to pick her up. 
 By the time she realized her friend wasn’t coming, it was getting dark and everyone else had left campus.  Now, she was stranded and alone outside the darkened lecture hall.  All Catherine knew was she was three miles from her motel, tired, and it was getting late.  She decided to walk to her motel.  The walk would do her good.  She could get some exercise and walk off her anger at not being picked up. 
    Catherine was a lovely young woman in her late twenties with dark brown, shoulder length, hair.  She exercised regularly and had a nice figure.  She had just enough body fat to give her some great curves.   
 When Catherine started walking toward her motel, she had failed to notice the darkening sky.  Unknown to Catherine, storm clouds had been gathering all afternoon.  Before she had gotten a half mile, it started raining. 
 In no time, Catherine looked like a soaked kitten.  Her make-up was running down her face.  Her well kept hair hung limply around her neck and shoulders.  Her thin knee-length dress was soaked and clinging to her body.  The wet dress closely followed every curve of Catherine’s body, especially her ample breasts. 
 Just as the clouds opened up, and the rain came down in buckets, Michael pulled up and offered Catherine a lift.  She had known Michael since she first arrived at the college.  Michael had been one of the first people she had met there, and she liked what she saw. 
 Michael worked in the maintenance department, and had initially helped her find her way around the small, but confusing, campus.  Maintaining the grounds had kept Michael in excellent condition.  He, too, was in his late twenties.  He was not overly muscled, but he had a solid build with no visible fat.   His blonde hair complimented a dark tan.  The tan obtained from many hours spent working in the sun.  His deep blue eyes had  fascinated Catherine from the time of their first meeting.  Since that first introduction, she had been hoping he would ask her out .
 With little hesitation, Catherine accepted Michael’s offer and climbed in beside him.  Just as she seated herself and closed the door, the rain intensified.  It was falling in a torrent, and the wind was howling through the tree tops. 
 Michael could barely see the road ahead and had to drive very slowly.  Running off the road would not be a good way to impress Catherine, and he did indeed want to make a good impression on her. 
 He had admired her since their first meeting as well.  However, she was a professor, and he was just a maintenance man.  In the hierarchy of academia, a mere maintenance man didn’t ask a professor for a date.  Michael knew his place.  He certainly didn’t want to offend her by asking her out.   
 As he slowly drove toward Catherine’s motel, Michael couldn’t help but notice how her wet dress had clung to her body accentuating her breasts.  Her nipples were erect from the cool rain, and were plainly visible as they strained against the soaked fabric.  If she was wearing a bra, but it was a thin one.  Michael felt a twinge of excitement in his crotch.     
 Both Catherine and Michael seemed tense as they headed for her motel.   As Michael’s car crawled through the storm toward Catherine’s motel, they chatted and began to relax with each other.  By the time they got to the motel, they were telling jokes and laughing about the storm.  Michael finally worked up the courage to ask Catherine to go to dinner with him that evening.  She accepted the offer.  However, she needed to dry off and change clothes first.
 The laughter stopped when they got to Catherine’s motel.  Due to the heavy rains and a blocked storm drain, the motel's lobby and entire first floor were flooded with nearly a foot of water.  Unfortunately, Catherine’s room was on the ground floor, and the authorities wouldn’t let her get near it. 
 As she returned to Michael’s car, Catherine was obviously distraught.  She told him about the flooded area, and her inability to get any of her things.  Nearly in tears, she said,  “Now what am I going to do?  They won’t even let me get some dry clothes!  I can not go out looking like this.”
 “I have a suggestion.  You come with me to my place, take a shower, and dry off.  While you’re in the shower, I’ll find something for dinner, and dry your clothes.  Then, you can stay on my couch tonight.”  Michael offered.
 Catherine gazed at Michael’s smiling face, looked into his deep blue eyes, and softly said, “All right!  I don’t seem to have many options, and that sounds like fun.  But, my dress can only be dry cleaned.  A dryer will destroy it.  What can I wear?”
 “I have a robe you can borrow.”  Michael said.
 Catherine leaned over toward Michael and brushed his cheek with a soft kiss.  Michael felt a thrill run through him from the kiss.  She told him, “You’re so sweet.  Thank you for rescuing me.”  A wide smile had spread across her still dripping face, as she said, “Let’s go, Sir Gallihad!”
 The rain was still pouring down when they pulled into the drive at Michael’s home.  Laughing loudly, they ran from the car to the small covered porch.  As he got his door open and they stepped in, Michael pointed down the hallway, and said, “The shower’s through the bedroom and on the right.  You’ll find my robe behind the door.”
 Catherine turned to Michael and firmly hugged him.  He could feel her breasts pressed to his chest.  In his ear she softly said, “Thank you for helping a girl in distress.”  With another light kiss on his cheek, she turned and headed to the shower.
 Michael laid out a spread of reheated left overs.  There was Chinese food, fried chicken, and half a pizza.  Dinner was topped off with a chilled bottle of wine.  He had just finished setting the table when Catherine came into the kitchen. 
 He couldn’t help but notice how she filled out his robe.  She made it look so much better than he ever had.  As she sat down, the robe gaped slightly open giving Michael a glimpse of her ample breasts. 
 When Catherine noticed Michael’s gaze, she smiled and slowly pulled the robe together. 
 Through dinner, they chatted about their lives.  They seemed to have so much in common when it came to their personal life.  Catherine and Michael were both somewhat shy and insecure socially.  Both had dated before, but neither had a steady partner.  Because they each had high standards, both had only had a few intimate experiences.  Niether had found that special someone, yet.   
 As they ate the leftovers and drank the wine, the storm continued to rage outside.  The tree limbs scraping the roof overhead and slapping the side of the house sounded like they were trying to tear the place apart.
  Every time the lightning flashed and the thunder rolled, Catherine practically jumped out or her chair.  Michael moved to sit beside her, took her hand, and did his best to soothe her nerves. 
 After dinner, Michael led Catherine by the hand to his living room.  He suggested they watch a movie and have another glass of wine.  Catherine said, “That sounds like a wonderful way to spend such a nasty night.”
 Just as Michael popped a tape into his VCR, an extremely bright flash of lightning hit somewhere very close outside.  It was immediately followed by a tremendous crash of thunder.  Even Michael jumped.  Catherine was still screaming as the lights dimmed, then went completely out.
 Michael said, “It’s ok, I’ve got storm lamps in every room.  Just hold on a minute.”  He then began lighting his kerosene lamps.  Michael's entire home was soon bathed in the soft flickering light of the oil lamps.   
 He returned to the living room carrying the wine and glasses.  Michael said, “It looks like the movie is out, but we can still have that glass of wine and talk.”
 Catherine, who had curled up on one end of the couch, patted the cushion next to her and said, “Come sit next to me.  I’m so afraid of thunderstorms, and I’d like to have you close if you don’t mind.”
 “Mind?  As beautiful as you are, I’d love to sit close to you.”  As he sat, Michael told her, “I’ve been wanting to ask you out since we first met, but I didn’t have the nerve.”
 “I wish you had.  I’ve wanted to go out with you, too.”  Catherine replied.  About that time, another crash of thunder shook the house as lightning again hit nearby.   
 Catherine leaped toward Michael.  
 He took her in his strong arms and held her tightly.  As she relaxed, Catherine turned so her back was to Michael’s chest and leaned against him.  He wrapped his arms around her stomach and held her close.  Seated in that position, they continued talking and sipping wine for quite some time. 
 Catherine laid her head on his shoulder which exposed her neck to Michael.    Michael took the opportunity to lightly kiss Catherine’s neck and earlobe.  "Ummmmm."  Catherine cooed, laid her head to one side, and exposed more of her neck for Michael to nibble and kiss.  
 It wasn’t long before the robe had again fallen open.  This time, most of Catherine's breasts were exposed.  This time, she didn’t pull the robe closed.  She left it open inviting Michael's gaze and hands.     
 Michael brought his hands up, cupped each breast, and squeezed.  Her nipples hardened as Michael gently pinched them. 
 Catherine turned slightly and Michael cradled her in his lap and left arm. 
 Over the next hour or so, Michael and Catherine kissed and petted.  He paid extended and particular attention to her  breasts.  Then, as she was steadily cooing, he very slowly rubbed his way down her belly to the dark triangle of pubic hair.   
 As the storm began to subside, they finished the wine. 
 Michael knew he needed to get away from Catherine before they both got carried away.  He kissed her fully and firmly on her luscious lips, and told her he would get her some bedding.  He stood and left to get her a blanket and pillow. 
 Michael soon returned with the bedding.  He then told her he was going to take a quick shower before the hot water was gone.  Without power, his water heater was useless.  After showering he would be going to bed. 
 When Catherine stood, the robe fell off her shoulders and draped itself over her bent arms.  She stood before Michael with her beautiful, smooth, soft, body fully exposed to him. 
 She was the most beautiful woman Michael had ever seen.  Her C cup breasts stood firmly out from her chest.  Her belly, though not flat like a teenager's, was only slightly rounded.  Her hips and butt were nicely rounded and supported by a pair of very shapely legs.
 Michael slowly took her into his arms, firmly held her to his chest, and passionately kissed her.  She eagerly returned the kiss.  Their tongues did a sort of dance with each other. 
 He then headed for his shower, closing the bedroom door behind him.  When he came out of the shower, because his bedroom door was still closed, and Catherine had his robe, Michael remained nude.  With only the dim light of an oil lamp to light his room, he climbed into bed.  As he settled in for the night, the sound of thunder could still be heard in the distance. 
 Just as he was about to doze off, Michael heard his bedroom door slowly open.  He thought Catherine was going to the restroom.  He was very pleasantly surprised when she gently pulled back the covers and quietly slipped into bed next to him.   
 “I’m still a little frightened.  May I sleep here tonight?”  She said in a soft voice.   
 Without a word, he took her in his arms and pulled her firmly to him.  He found she too was totally nude.  Michael liked the way her soft warm body felt against his bare skin.  She had just enough fat to make her soft, smooth, and cuddly in all the right places. 
 Whether it was the wine, the storm, or something deep inside her, as Michael held Catherine tightly to him, she whispered, “Please, make love to me.”
 Gently rolling Catherine onto her back, Michael cradled her in his left arm.  He stroked, petted, licked, probed, and poked nearly every inch of her beautiful body. 
 Catherine’s breasts were a little bigger than softballs.  They were topped by hard nipples that stood out nearly half an inch and begged to be sucked.  They were just made for squeezing and nibbling, which Michael was only too happy to do.  Her belly and ass were soft and smooth, and Catherine began cooing as Michael tended to her luscious body.  Sometimes gently and sometimes firmly, Michael explored Catherine. 
 “Oh, honey.” she moaned.  She spread her legs widely as he cupped his hand over her love nest.   
 Over the next two hours, they took turns exploring each others bodies.  They made passionate love to each other in many new and different ways.  They even tried some positions they had only read about.  Nothing was taboo.  Catherine was fingered and screwed in her pussy, asshole, and mouth.  Michael even screwed her tits as Catherine pushed them tightly together.    
 Catherine was just as fascinated with Michael’s body, as he was with hers.  Many long hours of hard work were evidenced by his body.  He was solidly built.  His chest and belly were flat and hard.  His shoulders broad.  Catherine liked the way he felt against her naked body.  She would frequently roll on top of him just to feel him under her.  She loved the way her nipples were pushed into her tits, and her tits crushed nearly flat, by his chest. 
 Catherine also took great delight in lovingly examining Michael’s body.  Though she was not a virgin, this was the first time she had slowly and carefully inspected her lover’s cock.  She lavished kisses and tentative licks on it.  She eagerly complied when Michael asked her to take his cock into her mouth and suck.  A short time later, she got her first taste of cum.         
 They both reveled in each other, and their passion carried them to heights they hadn’t known before.  Finally, with them both exhausted, they snuggled in each others arms and fell asleep.
 They awoke the next morning still holding each other. 
 It was a bright sunny day.  Michael called the college to see how badly they had been hit by the storm the previous night. 
 The switchboard operator told him the school had been missed by the storm, but they were closed for the day, anyway.  Due to many of the roads leading to the campus being blocked by fallen trees, all classes had been canceled.
 As Michael told Catherine of the schools closing, they were both beaming with joy.  They decided to spend the day together.  Getting dressed, was an option for much later in the day.  For now, they returned to bed and made love again. 
 It was becoming apparent to both of them.  Michael and Catherine would soon become nearly inseparable.  They had found their special someone.                    

Katie and Ian's First Time

enlightened on Love Stories

Katie and Ian had known eachother since freshmen year in high school. They met at a mutual friend's party and during high school became great friends. They often went to parties and made appearances together, but never went on official dates. After high school they went their separate ways to college but still tried to stay close. Slowly, they lost contact over the first few months of school.

Ian had noticed what a gorgeous girl Katie had become over the past few years. She grew from a skinny freshmen into a tall, beautiful senior. Her long wavy brown hair fell all over her chest, shoulders and back, while her green eyes often stared off always searching. She was about 5"9',

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about 125 pounds with a beautifully toned athletic body.

When Katie first met Ian, he was a very tall, skinny 15 year old. She always had to arch her head to look at him, that is, until she grew. He was 6"4' and had a star track athlete's body by the end of high school. He was not some huge body builder, but he had a lot of muscle. He had beautifully dark brown eyes and straight jet black hair that always looked perfect to her. His smile could melt any girl. Katie never looked at Ian as a boyfriend, rather a close buddy until after high school.

During their third year in college, Katie and Ian were reunited at a high school friend's wedding. They saw eachother across the huge dining hall and the whole night swirled in memories and laughter. They started dating a few weeks later, and close to their one year anniversary, moved in together. Katie even transferred schools so they could be together.

At night, both Katie and Ian felt the building sexual tension. They had shared their bed with oneanother for almost a week, and it was begining to be unbearable. In their one year of being together had never gotten intimate. Katie was a virgin and although she was gorgeous, she had always refused sex from the guys she dated. She wanted it to be memorable, special. She didn't know if Ian was still a virgin, and although at times when their makeout sessions became intense, she could feel he wanted to, he never pushed it. She knew he just wanted to be a gentlemen, and allow her to choose the moment.

Ian stared at the freshly painted wall and sighed deeply. He could feel the tension between him and Katie every night when they went to bed. Some nights they would give a quick kiss goodnight, while others they shared passionate kisses beneath the covers. It was never much more. He could barely take much more. He wanted to have Katie since their first date. But he restrained himself. He didn't know how much longer he could, however, his body would often react to just thoughts of Katie. Throughout high school and college, Ian had man girlfriends. He was a very handsome guy. Somehow, he could never bring himself to become intimate with any of them. Some women threw themselves at him, tore his clothes off, even laid naked on his bed. And it wasn't that he wasn't capable of performing, he was quite certain he could, he just knew that he was saving himself for someone. He used to think it was Katie, even after they lost touch.

The next night was Saturday. Still a few days until the big anniversary. Neither Katie nor Ian worked or had class and hung around the house all day. They were either cleaning or straightening things up. Katie told Ian she was going to cook him dinner. Ian was suprised, Katie almost never cooked. He decided to make it a special occasion and took a shower and put on some decent clothes. Katie showered while the dinner was baking and put on some new clothes she bought a few days ago. She set the table and lit some candles and told Ian dinner was ready. He came in, and was a little shocked. She stood at her chair, leaning slightly on her left foot and cocked her head to one side and smiled. He gave her a grin and a kiss on the cheek and sat down. They ate dinner, almost in silence just staring into eachother's eyes. Katie was ready, he could tell. She kept giving him seductive looks and provocative glares. Ian was still surprised, but he could feel it in the air, tonight was their night. Katie got up from the table to clean up dinner.

" Don't move a muscle. You made dinner, I'll clean up." Ian said softly.

"Alright, if you really want to." Katie said with a giggle.

Katie went and sat down on the couch in the living room flicking through channels. Ian walked in a few minutes later. He walked over to her, smiled and stroked the hair out of her face. Katie melted, Ian's smile always had that effect on her. Ian took a deep breath in, and scooped Katie up in his arms. She didn't argue. He walked into their bedroom and gingerly laid her down, and sat down on the bed next to her.

" Katie, I love you with my whole heart. I'd do anything for you. I know you want this to be special and right, I don't want to force this on you. So I want to ask you.....are you sure you're ready for this?" Ian questioned.

" Oh, babe. I've saved myself for you all these years and I knew one day it'd finally pay off. I've never wanted anything more in my life than I want this to happen right now." Katie responded with a meek smile.

Ian didn't have to be told twice. He's lusted after her body for so long, since way back in high school. He leaned in for a kiss and moved himself lightly onto her body. She could feel that he wanted this just as much as she did. Ian carefully removed Katie's shirt, and Katie returned the favor by helping Ian remove his. In a matter of seconds they were both naked. Ian took a moment to admire her gorgeous naked body. She was perfect. They stopped, and Ian looked her in the eyes.

" I love you so much Katie. I'll make this gentle and slow. I don't want to hurt you, so just tell me...." He trailed off.

Katie interrupted him with a passionate kiss to soothe his worries. She knew it would hurt. But she was prepared to please Ian as no other woman has ever done for him. Ian pulled back from the kiss and Katie parted her legs. Ian position himself inbetween her beautifully toned legs and he looked up at her one last time. The last moment Katie would be a virgin and here he was staring her in the face. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Ian carefully positioned his member at Katie's opening. She felt it and her eyes fell open in shock of it's size. He blushed and pushed the head in. Katie gasped. He stopped just as he felt her barrier. He looked her straight in the eyes and held her close. He thrust his hips forward slightly and Katie moaned in pain.Tears sprung to her eyes and she bit her lip. Ian stopped and tried not to move so that she could adjust to the sensation. She grabbed onto his muscular arms and held tight. After a few moments she opened her eyes and told Ian to keep going. Ian was shocked, he couldn't exactly put himself in her position right now, but he loved her for giving himself to her and for enduring this pain just to give him pleasure. He was going to make this the best night of her life.

He inched in slowly until he had reached the deepest point in Katie's womb, and she had taken all of him in. He pulled out, leaving only the head in, and inched in again, slightly faster. In a few minutes, Katie sprung to life and began to enjoy the moment. She started moaning and gasping and pretty soon she was moving with his rhythm, bucking against his hips. Ian was so turned on. Katie wrapped her legs around Ian's waist and screamed out in pleasure. Katie started panting and begging for Ian to go harder and faster. Ian shoved himself into her as forcefully as he could with each buck of his hips. Katie's lips were frozen in a constant moan or scream. Just as Katie's body shook in orgasm, Ian thrust inwards one more time and released the pent up lust he had for her and he climaxed as well.

They remained in that position even after Ian had softened panting and looking into eachother's eyes. They kissed furiously and in between pants and kisses, Katie thanked Ian for the most pleasure she's ever had in her life. He smiled and in turn told her that it was the most intense orgasm he'd ever had. Pretty soon, Ian was ready for action again. Katie was surprised but happy and told him that she was about to give him something almost as good. She rolled him onto his back and slid down his body, making a trail of kisses from his neck to his sculpted abs. She was very carefully so that she didn't touch his throbbing member at all. Soon she found herself between Ian's muscular legs staring eye to eye at his long, thick, rock-hard penis. She gave it a soft kiss and heard Ian gasp at her touch. She slowly licked up and down the shaft and devoured the head in her candy mouth. She placed her slender fingers around the base and moved her hand up and down gently. Katie licked the head softly with increasing vengeance and then took his whole manhood into her mouth. Ian could barely breathe in between moans and pants and the sight of his beloved holding all of him in her mouth sent him over the edge. Katie felt his rock hard penis twitch and shoved him deeper down her throat. She tasted him for the first time and swallowed every drop. At the sight of this, Ian shot a few more drops down her throat and she held him there until he went soft.

She crawled back up to him and he kissed her ferociously not caring that he was tasting himself.

" That was the most amazing experience I've ever had. I have you to thank for all of this. Thank you for being my first, babe." Ian panted.

" Oh no, all the thanks go to you. I've never felt anything like that in my life. I'm so glad that I shared it with you." Katie responded.

They laid in eachother's arms for the rest of the night. They became engaged a few months later, and after that night, the bedroom never had tension again. They made love to eachother almost every night, with as much passion and love (if not more) than they had that first night.

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Room For Rent ch2 [Got you Officer]

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Before the sun smiled at the land below, Rael was already cleaning the entire compound. Vilma and he just had a good understanding on what kind of relationship they would both have. Rael couldn’t believe that the passionate sex they had became a reason for Vilma to trust him, and so she told him that her boyfriend broke up with her because sh

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e couldn’t give him herself.

Which sounds absurd because Rael took her virginity with ease, though he doesn’t know it at that time, but when they both wake up Rael realize he did something undoable. He thought Vilma would sue him for sure and he was determined to fly away but she surprised him when she told him that she love Rael.

Rael knew it isn’t so, but decided to play along. After an early breakfast, where he ate tons of foods before Vilma rush back to work, Rael sweep the entire compound clean. Enough to satisfy the eyes of Alex, “Hmm..not a bad job for your first day.”. He took it as a complement and helped the young woman inside the house with all the clothes she bought.

He was busy preparing their lunch when he heard Alex calling. “Rael can you please hand me the towel?”, he just finished cooking a chicken when he was forced to rush toward her room.

“What the?!...you already have a towel.”

“Did I?”, she make her voice sound so innocent but the smirk on her face escaped from Rael’s eyes. The lad was about to go back to kitchen when she call for him again, “Since you’re already here, why don’t you brush my back.”

Rael was the one embarrassed by her actions though her motives are still a mystery. The young man doesn’t have much of a choice since it is his job to fulfill this woman’s craziness.  His jaw almost hit the floor when the scorching body of this hot babe came to his view. The slenderness of her body is amazing and the abundance of her tits is surprising enough.

She looked so sexy with the soaps and water running over her pinkish skin. If Vilma has a sensitive skin, this girl is fragile. “What you never saw a naked woman before?”, oh how she love teasing Rael. Looking at him gazing at her perfect curvy body made her pussy moist. But the water made everything look so natural. Rael was all the more embarrassed while he wet the towel with soap. As delicate as he could, he brushed Alex’s smooth skin. Her skin felt silky as he let his other hand massage her shoulder.

Alex didn’t mind at all as a matter of fact she’s trying hard not to laugh while looking at Rael from the mirror. By the expression in his face, she’s sure that his cock is throbbing hard right now. “Will you wash my breast as well? I think you can clean them better than I can.”

It sounds really fishy but with a stunning body in front of him, Rael can’t just disagree. “You mean here?”, the lad was playing innocent as well as he grab Alex’s tits with the towel. “Ouch!..”

“I’m sorry..”, his apology was almost instantaneous as he withdraw his hands away from Alex. To his surprise, the brunette lady shifted so both of them are now facing each other. “I want you to use your bare hands.”, almost whispering on his ears which sets the mood for Rael.

Wary not to mess it all up, Rael give up with the towel and soap his hands. Massaging Alex’s bountiful breasts led his cock to fulfill his erection. With only his boxer short on, he couldn’t find a way to hide his rock-hard shaft. “What’s happening to you, Rael?..Aren’t you enjoying?!”

Rael couldn’t stop his hands as right hand slip down her waist to her tacky pussy. “Ohhhh…what are you doing?”, her acting is disgusting since it’s obvious to Rael that she’s enjoying herself more than he is. “How about two, Ma’am?”

The question he spit to her was answered quite honestly this time as her moaned lingered inside the bathtub. “No..no. I shouldn’t be doing this.”, her sudden change of heart made the young lad alarmed. There is no way he would want to stop right in the middle. But a slap on his face made him realize that she is serious. ‘Damn woman’, cursing her was the only thing he could do as he vacate her room.

Sitting on her bathtub, Alex looked at the mirror thinking deeply what was it she’s doing while her husband is away. ‘I can’t let him stay any longer.’ was all in her mind as she rose up and gets dress.

While Alex was reflecting on her self, the young stud decided to clean the car on the garage instead. He is still mad with the game Alex was cooking for him but there is no way she can contradict her. Unknown to Rael an eagle’s eye was on him and with all the hatred living in her eyes she approached him.

“Stay away from Vilma, will you boy.”

The stud doesn’t understand her at all but he knows her. She is one of the tenants of Alex. Officer Sheryl is what the neighbors call her. Aside from the fact that she’s really hot, she is anti-social as well.

“What’s wrong with her?”

During their lunchtime, Rael was asking Alex about Officer Sheryl. He also mentioned about the incident in the garage, but Alex has no interest in it at all. Knowing that he doesn’t have right anyway to complain, Rael’s only resolute is to finish his meal quickly and tidy up things.

Just as he was about to clean the dishes, Alex spoke to him. “I know that I am the one who force you to stay. That is because I feel lonely and I needed a company.” The lad doesn’t know where this conversation is leading both of them but decided to sit down again and listened.

“…forgive me for using you Rael but the truth is that I have a husband.”, the sincerity in her eyes are apparent and so Rael decided to take her seriously.

“No need for you to apologize. You saved me. Don’t worry I’ll quickly find a place to stay. Just as I said before you don’t need to worry about me.”, he smiled almost forcefully which made Alex cry and step out the kitchen. Now he needs to find a new place.

‘I am really sorry Rael for using you as a diversion.’

Outside the compound he stood with his cigarette on his right hand. He lit the stick and had the cigarette close to his face. Rael was surprised to see his stick of Marboro got stolen by Vilma. The smile on her face soothes his loneliness somehow. “What happened got kicked out?”

“How did you know?”

She sighed and threw the cigarette from her hands before she continued,”Alex love her husband though the latter seems to love his businesses more.”

“What do you mean?”, his curiosity was lightened up by the sudden shower of information from Vilma.

“Let’s talk about it later, for now you can stay on my place. I have the right to welcome any person I like, right?” She is clever and tough, those are the impressions Rael got while talking to Vilma on the street on their way back home.

“Wait let me take a shower first?”, Vilma was pleading as the stud tore her clothes off her revealing her sweaty but slender body. The slickness of her skin made their contact more intimate and arousing. The high temperature in the air makes them like animals in heat. It’s another perspiring moment for Vilma and for the second time she have Rael ravish her slender body.

He bit her lower lips and sucks on her tongue while both of his hands were busy massaging her generous tits. With the use of his fingers he played with her rosy nipples. Like a wild animal, he pulled her hair and kissed her ears down to her neck and stopped on her shoulders.

Now his in front of her still kneading her breasts, in and out, like a baby he sucked on her nipples while his right hand move down to her thigh. He found the cheek of her butt, he firmly clasp each one. Slapping them each time she moans. “You like that don’t you?”

“Yes, I love everything you’re doing to my body.”, he can see her sweat pouring down to her large tits to her lean belly and beautiful long legs.

“How about I fuck you from behind this time?”

“Oooohhh…I’ll love that!”, she positioned her self as she stick her butt out ready hard pounding action. “Are you ready, Vi?”

Not even waiting for her answer, he slammed her like a dog while slapping her butt from both sides until they are rosy red. “Ahh…so good.”, she can feel her juices oozing out her pussy down to her thighs and legs.

Every pores on her body are covered with fret, but its just a small matter. Right this moment every inch of her muscle are waiting for Rael to ravage. He reached down to grab her bouncing breasts while his left hand kept a firm grip on her blonde hair. They are all sticky and every single move they make is producing squishy sounds which heighten the mood even more.

“Yes…yes…right there. Oh! You’re hitting the right spot.”

She sounds like she will come any moment now but he became a sadistic maniac as he stop and force her to face him. Believing on his strong arms he lifted her and in one swift move his inside her again.

“Oh!! That’s it…Ohhhh I love you…I love you..you’re the best.”

Sex is an art for Rael as she kiss and suck on her neck while his member is taking a hell of shower of juices from Vilma’s wet pussy. Squish…squish..

“Rael oh pleazzz…make me cummmm nnnooww…I-I I am gogogoing ccccrazzzyy.”

She’s like a matador on top an ox with her tits bouncing on every move the oxen makes. “Greattt..great..”, she said while her saliva are practically spilling down her chin.

Both of their breathing is becoming heavier on every pounding action he makes. “This is it…this is it…”

“Not quite yet.”, Vilma is becoming wilder while the stud stop her from cumming. Suddenly there is tranquility inside Vilma’s room. Sheryl has been listening from the wall on every action taking place inside her neighbor’s room.

She’s been lying down her bed naked with her two fingers inside her small pussy. Sheryl knows that she’s almost at her age too but she wish to cum at the same time Vilma will.

The door of her room suddenly swung open revealing two naked body. “Hello officer want us to join you?”, Rael’s voice was strong and dominating, although Sheryl is not obliged to follow. Looking at the naked body of Vilma made her roused more, “Vi will you eat her, I promise you’ll cum this time.”

She agreed without resistance and so is Sheryl. It’s like a dream come true to have Vilma eat her pussy like a dog.”Ohh..”, she’s trying hard not to moan but it’s almost impossible to stay quiet. Vilma is as wild as a dog in heat and with Rael pounding her pussy like crazy, there is no way she can contain her self.

“Mmm…shhurrrpp…”, the sound of Vi eating Sheryl’s pussy made Rael go at his top speed. It’s just a matter of time before the three of they reach the peak of their pleasure. “Yes…mmmm…that’s good.”

Even the anti-social Sheryl couldn’t restrain her self. “More…more…”, Vilma asking for more pleasure heightens each of their hormones. Rael could see clearly the huge tits of Sheryl bouncing as well, while his plunging his shaft inside Vi.

“I’m coming…”

“Me toooo…”

“Vi I’m cumming inside you.”

Three bodies collapsed on each other as they reach the end of the road. “Sheryl, How about a round two?”

 “Already?!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Corrine --An Erotic and Lusting Woman----Chapter 2

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Corrine  -- A Very Erotic and Lusting Woman   Chapter  2

 

The story here is essentially true with very minor embellishments. For those readers who have had the pleasure of visiting Yellowstone Park with its scenery and hot springs I hope it brings back memories.

Please comment on my writing style or content so that I can understand what readers enjoy to read.

 

&n

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I awoke with a start. It took me a second to figure out where I was. I looked down and smiled, remembering who was here all cuddled up with me on the front seat of my truck. I also thought about what we had shared while we were parked here at this Yellowstone Lake over look.

 

Corrine was snoring quietly. Good grief!  She obviously was a deep sleeper since she never stirred to my erratic body movements as I awoke startled, not immediately understanding all of what was around me. We must have dozed off for a while at the culmination of her erotic seduction of me.

 

The large rain drops continued to still make tapping sounds on the truck roof.  The rain storm was encouraging the evening darkness to creep in and envelop us earlier than usual. I now could feel the dampness encroaching in on the truck cab. It was time to leave our little cocoon of happiness and return to the warm lodge.

 

We had been just holding each other close, enjoying all the emotions and feelings surrounding the intimate moments we had just shared a while ago. I knew that I wanted to just hold Corrine and be alone with my private thoughts and just snuggle. We could just stay and enjoy the quiet for a few more minutes. There was a certain surging of feelings being shared between us. I’m sure that the premature separations from our previous long time partners contributed to our intensified feelings of wanting and needing each others companionship at the moment. Then I guess sleep just crept up and took hold of us.

 

I caressed Corrine’s head and temple to slowly awaken her to her new surroundings; but I was not successful. Suddenly her eyes opened and she jerked free of me and sat up straight with a mildly frightened look of “Where the hell am I?” in her eyes. I was giggling seeing her go through the little dilemma that I was now recovered from.

 

I held my arms in an upright position of “I surrender!” posture while she fully became awake and recognized who I was and where she was.

 

“Oooohhhh …I’m sorry…I’m sorry! I must have fallen asleep. I was dreaming about California and suddenly I was here in the truck and the rain!”

 

I put my arm around her and she was trembling. “Everything is alright Corrine. Everything is alright! We need to get back to the lodge.” It was just that she woke in a strange place and it had startled her.     

 

I started the truck. It was getting cold in the cab and the rain was a still a steady down pour. I rolled down the window a little to see if there was a place where I could get out of the truck and under a tree for shelter. Yup it was time again for me to find a good tree or a flat rock.

 

 Corinne kind of stretched her neck to look past me and ask “What’s out there? I don’t see anything but rain and wetness.”

 

“Nothing, I was looking for a flat rock”

 

“Good grief Bobby!  Every time you look around you need to go and find a flat rock or a bush.  I once had a dog that just could not pass up a bush. 

 

“Really …your dog could not pass up a bush! Hmmmmm did he have any bad habits?”

 

I had to think for a moment. Did she call me Bobby? What happened to Robert, her brother’s name that she was so adamant about calling me?

 

“Corrine …you just called me Bobby and not Robert like you have been! How come?

 

 The look on her face said all there was to say but she clarified it for me anyway.

 

“You are definitely not a Robert!”

 

“Ooooooooh … Robert doesn’t look for a tree or a bush in the wilds?”

 

I could see from the look on Corrine’s face it was best to change subjects!

 

It now started to rain even harder as I drove around the loop to get out to the main road. Just before we were getting to the intersection with the main road, a herd of about 30 bison were bedded down right on the road. They were under some over hanging tree branches seeking a little relief from the down pour. They completely blocked the roadway and they were not going to get up. Corinne suggested that I blow the horn to get them out of the road.

 

“Ahhh …. that’s not the best of ideas honey.”

 

Seductively she smiled with “Ooooohhh ….Yoooouuuuu just called me honey!”

 

Now that was an oops on my part. I just continued on with explaining to Corrine that bison with calves don’t like to have truck horns blown at them. Mature bison do not consider cars and trucks to be a formidable foe. They look at colorful cars more like big cupcakes and will not think twice about coming over and caving in your car grill or door if you challenge them or get them excited. I got that little tidbit of information from the Park Rangers at a around the camp fire presentation that occur frequently in Yellowstone.

 

I had to back up and turn around to go back the way we had just come from. I could not however wait any longer to pee though. I stopped on the side of the road under a large pine tree for a little bit of shelter from the downpour as I announced I was making a “Cowboy stop”.

 

Corinne said “What’s a cowboy stop?” as I opened the truck door and slid to the ground and peed next to the truck with the door opened. Jeese was it raining! 

 

When I finally climbed back into the dry truck and was out of the downpour, I announced that was a Cowboy Stop. Corrine’s only comment was a sarcastic “You are just one surprise after another every minute I’m with you….. Bobbeeee”

 

The additional emphasis on Bobby said all there was needed to be said also.

 

What the hell….I liked being called Bobby anyway, instead of…… Robert!

 

Now I felt much better. We finally were now off to the lodge and I could see the road again ……clearly! 

 

 

 

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Arriving at the lodge we found that they had lit the fireplace at the lodge and it was the place to be on a night like we were experiencing. The chill and dampness of the wilderness air was very uncomfortable due to the change in the weather.

 

We found a big fluffy couch and snuggled up with our drinks. Other lodge visitors could see that this was going to be the place to be for the night and it was a good idea to get a place by the fire early. I was very content with the good feeling of the surroundings, this fine woman as a companion, the warmth of the Yellowstone Park lodge and a few good stiff drinks. I think Corrine was displaying the same feelings of contentment also. She scratched my back as I swayed in total bliss. I once turned to look at Corrine and she was swaying with me, her eyes closed …. She was off somewhere else in a world of her own also. I knew I had one too many drinks. Corrine, however, did not know that she had one too many drinks …… but her attempts at speaking sure did!

 

Now it was getting late and I mentioned we had forgotten to eat and I needed to get going back to my tent that was some distance from the lodge. I was also hungry and I could see they had essentially closed the dining places that I could from the lodge area. Corrine attempted to stand up but was a little unsteady on her feet.

 

 “Too much to drink with no food in my belly.” was her comment. “Let’s go back to my cabin; I have a cooler and some sandwich makings. I have two sleeping bags, a heater in the cabin and a double bed.”

 

She looked up at me while I was steadying her on her feet. Now she began to whisper ever so softly in my ear. She now recognized that she had spoken a little loud in her vocalization. A few of the fireplace visitors were tuning in to what she had said and were summing up the situation.   She was displaying that she was a little bit embarrassed and did not want anyone close by to hear any more of her comments.

 

“I don’t want you to go and sleep in your tent tonight.  It’s too far for you to drive and you been drinking. …. I want you to stay with me tonight. I need you to keep me warm. I’m a little embarrassed with what I’m saying. I would not be saying this without the booze in me.”

 

I smiled as I was thinking “ Right! I believe every word you are saying!”

 

We drove the short distance from the lodge to her cabin in the pouring rain. The cabins were still the same as in years before when I stayed in them. They were still very rustic, frugal but dry. The cabin was definitely better than my tent; especially on a night like this. And then there was…… well Corrine!

 

I turned on the heater and the warming of the small cabin was just what was needed on a night like this. The dampness we brought in with us slowly dissipated as the cabin quickly warmed.  We put a little snack together to keep away the hunger pains until breakfast. Corrine brought out the extra sleeping bag and went in the bathroom to change. Surprisingly, Corrine navigated across the cabin floor without ricocheting off any objects and through the bathroom door without incident!

 

I could see that the two bags were the same and therefore could be zipped together to make one large sleeping bag. I completed my little effort quickly. I then stripped down completely placing my clothes at the foot of the bed in an attempt of concealment and zipped into one side of the dual sleeping bags……. and waited. Corrine came out with her flannel PJs on. I watched as her hidden scrumptious pointed boobs brushed against the soft flannel garment, gently swinging as she crossed the room to the bed.

 

I was already hard in anticipation and excited with the way things were going and what was coming. She turned off the tiny one light in the cabin, rustled about next to the bed for a few seconds and climbed into her side of the bag. I slid over to her and snuggled up to her back and put my hand around her to keep both of us warm. I could tell immediately Corrine was nude …. Her PJs had been removed. With my arm about Corrine and my stiff cock pressed against her butt, it dawned on her that the two bags were zipped together and I was with out any clothes on.

 

She whispered with a very slurred speech in the darkness “You’ve been scheming while I was in changing.”

 

 “Corrine…. where are your PJs?”

 

“Ahhh I guess I lost them! Your badness is contagious.”

 

I moved to come close and into contact with more of her body. I didn’t know what she looked like since I had never seen her undressed. I started to caress her back and was now seeing her for the first time with just my fingertips and the palms of my hand. I was at the base of her back and started to rub and caress the soft cheeks of her butt. As I explored the fullness of her hips, I now became aware of Corrine’s softness.

 

I ran my fingers along her spine just scratching tenderly and then massaging each and every place along the middle of her back. She just made little murmuring sounds of contentment as she wiggled her entire body around fully enjoying my caressing and attempts at her seduction.

 

I moved from her hips and ran my fingers up along her side, gently scratching as I went until I reached just below her arms. I began to slide my hand under her arm so I could reach her breasts.

 

“Do I sense you are trying to take advantage of me Bobby?”

 

“Trying, but just getting started.”

 

“Ahhhhh, ….Good. I need to be seduced tonight!”

 

A little too much booze made her some what of a comedian. She was out of character I thought! Boy was I wrong!

 

I cupped her left breast and held it …. Seeing it with only by touch. It was more than adequate in size and I visualized it to be shaped like an ice cream cone. Her breast came to a point with the tip being a small nipple that flowed along with the shape of her breast. I wondered what color they would be. I slowly began caressing one of Corinne’s nipples with my finger tip. It responded quickly to my attention that made it become stiff and erect. I then took hold of her nipple between two fingers and with tenderness squeezed just the tip.

 

Corrine made an “Mmmm” hum followed by “Touch them gently Bobby. My nipples are very sensitive tonight!”

 

“Would they feel better if I kissed and made love to them with my tongue?”

 

“Ooooohhh  please.”

 

Corrine rolled over onto her back in the sleeping bag as I pulled the top of the sleeping bag aside just enough to uncover her breasts in the darkness. Unseen, I sought her breasts and nipples with my mouth and tongue. I licked and sucked just on the tips of her breasts. What an extraordinary emotion of feeling a breast that was so pointed and got larger as I slid down from the tip towards the base. Her breasts were of a size that I could not take all of one into my mouth. I did however vigorously but tenderly suck and embrace each nipple in a tongue dance just as I was told to do.

 

Corrine was responding rapidly as usual to my fondling; her breathing quickened. She was caressing my head and back now digging her fingernails into my back when she felt a surge of pleasure due to my attention to her nipples. Soon I could sense her hands descending along the sides of her body caressing her body, then her hips, now helping me with her tits. Her fingers were then touching my lips that were encircled around a nipple, now touching and feeling my face. Corrine’s entire body was in now writhing in turmoil.

 

 She began repeatedly and softly calling out my name but more in a pleading sorrowful way. Maybe pleading for me to do something ….. May be insistently asking me to help her! 

 

“Bobbeeee, Bobbeeeeee, Bobbeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! 

 

     She did not know what to do with her hands. She began sliding them forward and backwards along her sides in the sleeping bag. Her whole body was moving, her legs were being flexed and the straightened very rapidly, she was already breathing rapidly and moaning continuously and loudly. Corrine grabbed my hair with one hand as the other hand held her tit that I was caressing with my tongue. She moved her fingers up and into my mouth trying to caress the nipple with her fingers at the same time my tongue was rolling around and around licking feverishly at her nipple. Now I licked both her fingers and her nipple at the same time.  That was an erogenous trigger.

 

Corrine growled with a deep and uncharacteristically burly moan…

 

“Ooooohh honey …. Oooooooooooh  babeeeeeeeeee! Please don’t stop”

 

 

Suddenly Corrine’s body shuttered, her back arched as she called out several obscenities as she lifted her hips off the bed supporting her body with her legs and back. She continued with her thrusting against open air at the top of her arch or the possible feeling the touching sensation of the sleeping bag. She held that flexed body position for a second or two, purring deep in her throat and finally collapsing onto the bed while her hips still rhythmically moved gently against the sleeping bag. She had climaxed without any one touching her pussy area. All I had done was caress her breasts and suck on her nipples and fingers. I do not think that she used her fingers to play with her pussy in the darkness at any time… but I could have been mistaken. I however, strongly feel that both her hands were along the sides of her body rubbing and grasping the surrounding sleeping bag. She also had grabbed my hair and probed my mouth and lips with her fingers. 

 

Now I became very aroused thinking about her very hot and erotic performance in the darkness of the cabin. Everything that I was an unseeing spectator too was a completely new experience for me.  I could not separate if this was a normal behavior for Corrine or a consequence of two many drinks? If it just was the number of drinks it would be nice to know how many drinks were needed. What a woman!

 

“Are you alright honey?”

 

I did not hear a verbal reply, just a tight grasping on my hand and a deep sigh. Corrine turned on her side and snuggled up to me sniffling quietly. After a few minutes, she almost inaudibly spoke… “I love you!” I wasn’t going to comment to that statement or go there.

 

She displayed what appeared to have been an exhausting experience and she needed to relax. I was excited for her and myself in that I had helped her experience what to me was a truly exciting climax. I was satisfied and could wait for the morning. I now sighed and started to relax.

 

I guess I was dozing. I know I had not been sleeping. I was listening to the rain hitting the cabin roof again. Corinne started kissing my face and lips. There was no doubt that she was displaying she was horny and sexually aroused again. She was not satisfied!

 

I found myself holding one of her tits and my lips against the other one. I let go of her tit as Corrine’s hand took hold of my hand. Before I could understand the whole situation that was developing next to me in the darkness, she had my hand in hers and was directing my hand to her pussy and her clit with another “I love you!” whisper.  Well, maybe with a great amount of slurring of her speech.

 

I did not need further encouragement to slide my hand down between her legs. I separated her pussy lips that were protected in a natural growth of what at first felt like silky soft fuzz. When I touched her more closely her pussy area was entirely wet including the insides of her legs. I could also tell the sleeping bag beneath her hips was sopping wet. I knew instinctively she had to have squirted for that level of wetness to have occurred. Now I was really keyed up and wanted to play.

 

“Please touch me there and play with me ….please!”

 

  Corinne instinctively spread her legs to allow me full access to her wanting pussy.  I inserted two fingers deep into her pussy and curled them up and behind her clit while placing my thumb on her clit. Corinne moaned immediately to the insertion of my fingers. Both of her hands were also caressing her own pussy region along with helping me insert my fingers. She was already playing with her own clit vying with my thumb for space to caress her clit. I went to attempting to reach and caress her “G” spot to see if I could stimulate her to quickly reach another climax. I moved my fingers in a rocking motion in an attempt to stimulate her every where at once. She reacted strongly to my incursion and my attempts to insert more fingers.

 

I had to speak… I had to know if this was all she wanted me to do. I was hard and ready to just slide my cock into her after all this teasing of my senses.

 

 When I asked “What do you want me to do?” Corrine moaned for me to use my fingers just like I was doing.

 

 I could get three fingers in her pussy with ease and rub her “G” spot. Four fingers were uncomfortable for me and restricted my resolve to do her good.  I was torn between caressing deep inside her pussy and rapidly sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy. Each attempt at pleasuring her was obviously bringing her to another elevated level of ecstasy. My own sensors were in an overload from maintaining Corrine’s satisfaction without being able to reach the same level of satisfaction for my self. Corrine was self absorbed in her muti-orgasmic emotional state coupled with a little too much to drink.    

 

Once again her body just began to tremble. Her body shook from her head to toe while pumping against my hand. It was now obvious to me she most likely was multi-orgasmic.  It was difficult to keep sucking on her breast and sliding my fingers into her tunnel as she pumped vigorously with complete abandonment of restricting her emotions or movements.

 

 I moved away from her breast and caressing her nipples with my tongue. I felt that I could have hurt her or myself with her extreme body movements. I was just caressing her pussy for a minute or so when it became apparent to me that she was just about ready to explode. Corrine could not control her longing to climax any longer. I felt her stomach muscles starting to convulse as the sensations of her orgasmic splendor surged through her body unabated. Now there were the sounds of delight emanating from deep within body just as I experienced her squirting love juices from her pussy onto my fingers and the palm of my hand. Once again Corrine collapsed with long verbalization as to her internal emotional feelings and of course her love of me.

 

Two of her hands now covered my hand and fingers, restricting any attempt at any movement of my fingers that were still imbedded in her love box. I thought that she was now possibly seeking some relief from her somewhat over indulgence in sex activities. In the longer term of many minutes, I was wrong again. But for the immediate moments…..well…..

 

“Bobby ….Bobby  please stop!” followed by another yielding comment of “Oh Bobby!”  I knew to stop and not even make the slightest movement with my fingers. All was now very quiet in the cabin and in the sleep bag.

 

In a few minutes, I felt her hands releasing the pressure on my hand. Now an attempt was being made to very, very slowly have me withdraw my fingers that were still deep in sacred territory. There was an apparent tightness to her muscles that were holding my fingers somewhat firmly.  

 

 “Easy Bobby, go slow, easy,…. Easy….. Easy.”   There was an inhaling air between clenched teeth and then a relieved “ah-huh” followed by an exhaling of air as she slowly allowed my fingers to be released from the very wet confines of her love box. Now she just settled down in the sleeping bag with a great sigh.

 

 What a second intense climax from my unseen viewpoint. I could only imagine what she had experienced once again. Corinne sure did not seem to require much of a stimulus to climax and so far she did not seem to be at the end of her capabilities to climax again.

 

At this point, I became aware that my cock was completely soft; I was not horny and not sexually stimulated to any significant degree. I certainly was not ready for action. I was however, emotionally high with what I had been an unseen partner too in the almost complete darkness of the cabin with only my ears and hands to ‘see’. Truly what a tremendous emotional rush for me and I could only imaging what had happen to Corrine.

 

I felt her hand moving along my side and I took hold of it. She held on tight. We lay there side by side, very still and quiet. A few minutes later, she mentioned that I had not been taken care of.  I turned to her in the darkness and could sense she was looking at me. I told her to not worry about me. What she had done to me in the afternoon and again that night was just beautiful and so emotional satisfying for me.

 

Corrine replied that “My X would not be satisfied with me.”  I whispered “I’m not your X. Turn on your side and I’ll snuggle up to your back.”

 

 

 

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I snuggled up against her hips and back for a while. I had her flex her knees so I could get very close in contact with her body as we snuggled blissfully in the warmness of the sleeping bags.

 

I thought that she was asleep when I felt her hand slowly moving along side of my body. She found what she was seeking, held it and squeezed it gently to see if I was awake. I didn’t move but it was growing and swelling rapidly to the attention it was receiving.

 

 “Are you asleep?” I answered “Yes.”

 

 “Just what I expected you to answer!”

 

Corrine began to gently squeeze and massage my cock until it was at maximum hardness. I took the cheek of her ass and spread it slightly as Corinne also lifted her leg and placed it over mine. She was essentially spread wide open and I could only imagine her pussy lips slightly opened in the darkness with all the pinkness and wetness waiting for some loving attention.

I took hold of my cock and placed it accidentally close to the other more restricted accessed entrance to her body from behind. Corrine recoiled to my touching her there so close with a definite “No.”.

 

As I moved and probed to replace my cock against her body, she reached between her legs and placed my stiff cock at the entrance to her pussy while lifting her leg and replacing it over my legs once my cock was in place. Corrine flexed her hips and I pushed ever so lightly and it slid into a nice small, wet and tight tunnel. Her tightness caught me by surprise.

 

 

 She began to move and push back against me … I pressed against her for maximum depth. She was pressing against me while I continued my gentle pushing. Her hand was now on the cheek of my butt, trying to get me in deeper. She apparently grabbed our pillow from me as my half was pulled from under my head and face. Her body English was signaling she was cuddling amorously with the pillow as we picked up our rhythm of strongly thrusting back against each other.

 

 Corrine was breathing heavy already when she called out “Bobby!” The voice inflection was one of excitement. Again my name was called but with a higher pitch of excitement as she went to a softly panting. I began to pump fast as I could, my hips slapping against the cheeks of her butt. Every time she called my name with that voice inflection, it only signaled one thing, even if we had just started to play. I felt she was going to climax very soon …. she was just about there. She called my name once more with emotion and went silent and very still for a second or two. She erupted with a loud moan and long drawn out “Ooooohhhhh” ….. pushing against me while telling me she was cuming now. I was amazed at how many times she had now climaxed since I was with her and with so little stimulus and so quickly once I initiated any touching or caressing.

 

 I stayed against her as she began to roll onto her belly as I pumped hard. I tried to stay inside her as we rolled over within the sleeping bag. She spread her legs as she got on to her belly. I came almost as soon as she was on her belly. It was not as intense as some climaxes but the amount love juice I was squirting and the release of tension that I was feeling as I was cuming was so enjoyable after my long wait. I continued my climaxing while she was whispering “Ooooh I can feel you cuming in me.” I stayed on top of her back for a short time. I felt I was too heavy on her.

 

 I finally rolled on to my side as Corrine rolled with me without having my cock slip out from her pussy. She commented that we make a good couple with not having us come apart in that maneuver. We lay wedged together for a while until I got soft and my cock slipped out of Corrine and on to the side of her leg. It stayed between us as we lay there dozing in the darkness.

 

Corrine and I had been dozing. I was brought back to reality by her whispering that her sleeping bag felt very wet. I correctly assumed that was my queue that she was finally satisfied and done fucking. I now was supposed to do something about the little fish pond we had created in the sleeping bag. I unzipped my bag and stumbled across to the bathroom. From there, I knew where I could find the light switch for the one light hanging from the ceiling. I got some towels from the bathroom and returned to the bed saying “Close your eyes I’m putting on the light in here.”

 

 She had already moved to my side of the sleeping bag and was sound asleep …. snuggled up to my pillow and snoring. I unzipped her side of the bag, amazed at how big a wet spot was in the bag.  She must have flowed heavily or experienced multiple squirting ejaculations. Coupled with my more meager efforts resulted in the very large wet spot.

 

 I cleaned the spot as best as I could and placed two folded towels over the spot. I climbed back in and listened to the rain on the roof. I loved the noise of the rain hitting the roof …. With a sigh of contentment and the warmth of Corrine next to me I snuggled up to my pillow. Why did I always get stuck with the wet side?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The next thing I knew it was morning and Corinne was sitting next to me beaming. I got a good morning kiss.  She had her PJs on and I commented

 

“Looks like you found them! How do you feel?”

 

Corrine shrugged her shoulders with I’m just OK but I would like some breakfast! I was sure she would have a head ache after what I sensed was too much to drink.

 

She asked how I got on her side of the sleeping bag. It was easier to say I didn’t know than to get into it. I stood up nude and put out my arms for her to come to me. She looked down at my tired, shriveled and lost little cock and commented that he looks content. She came to me and she felt so warm and lovable. This was one exciting woman and should make someone a good wife.

 

I held her close and said “You know that I just had a most beautiful and erotic experience with the most lovable woman in my life last night.  But I do not know what she looks like! If you were to remove your PJs would you be embarrassed to show me in the daylight?”

 

 Corrine back away from me and began to slowly unbutton the top of her PJs while telling me that she could not do this with just any man. She did not understand why she could do it with me without hesitation. When she reached the last button, the top was slowly opened to expose a body that was only ‘seen’ by my hands and fingers in complete darkness.

 

She completed the opening without taking her eyes from mine. Her breasts were extraordinary and I told her so. They were just as I imagined from seeing her with my hands. So long and thin near the tips with a light tan nipple that finished out her breast to a point. She then placed her thumbs into the top of her bottoms and slowly slid them down over her hips exposing her love nest that was covered in fine light blond hair. She straightened up and they fell to her ankles without further effort on her part.

 

“I’m a natural blond with just a high light in my hair as you can see. Well, what do you think?”

 

Grinning I commented “Things look delicious from over here!”

 

She was a gem of a woman and that was very evident in all she did since we were together. She came to me and put her head on my chest and held me for a minute before she commented

 

 “I’m just wondering how many times you have used this act in seducing a woman!” 

 

It seems to me she was probing me in a somewhat less than a vague way about previous encounters. I did not like her questioning but I remained silent. She then requested that we get dressed. I said not yet as I pulled her in close to me and just stood with her in a warm embraced. Both of our eyes were closed.

 

Now she recognized our state of undress and she stirred to being embarrassed with our daylight encounter. It was time to get dressed. She quickly made her way to the bathroom to make herself decent. I quickly got dressed and put on my jacket. I called out to her through the bathroom door that I needed a coffee and I’ll be back in a minute. I had my camping box with my coffee and extra items in the back of the truck which I retrieved into the cabin. Sure enough the extra items that I needed to make coffee were in the box. The Y socket for the light socket was there from the last time I stayed in similar cabins.

 

 I had Corrine put the coffee grounds and water in the pot. I pulled the table over until it was under the light socket and the put the extra chair on the table. I placed my box on the chair and stood on the only other chair in the cabin and replaced the light bulb with my Y socket. Corrine handed me the coffee pot with the very short electrical cord that I plugged in to the light fixture and put the pot on the top most box. I threw the light switch and announced with confidence that coffee will be served shortly.

 

There was only one chair left to sit on …. All other furniture in the cabin was being used to perk coffee. Until that moment, she did not know that I had stayed in these cabins before. Corrine was laughing as I pulled her to the bed and lay down along side of her. She looked at the randomly stacked table and chairs with the coffee pot on top. She laughed saying being with me was just one crazy event after another. I didn’t bother to tell her that I had done this exact coffee making furniture stack several in the past when I had stayed in these cabins. I never have remembered to bring a longer cord with me any time I came back to Yellowstone.

 

We just lay there looking into each others eyes and not saying anything. I had deep stirrings inside of me and it wasn’t sexual stirrings. Corrine could see that I was deep in thought as we lay there.

 

 She caressed my face and whispered, “Don’t you dare say anything!”

 

Now she was into more revisiting what had happened last night than continuing with her reflective thoughts...

 

“Bobby! I think I had a little too much to drink last night. Did I say or talk about any body? Did I talk too much?”

 

We were almost nose to nose with our heads on the pillow. Now with a little grin on my face.

 

 “Ahhh. Nope! I would have to say that talking is not what you did the most of last night. Noooooooo, what we did last night together was not talk! You were something special last night!”

 

Corrine started to just tickle me easily here and there and then stopped suddenly! I kept looking at her face on the pillow and she went from smiling to her eyes filling with tears. Corrine began to cry with deep sobbing and I had to pull her in close to me before she could stop.

 

 Soon she quieted down and said “I think the coffee is done perking.” I lifted my head to listen but all I could hear was the pouring rain on the roof of the cabin.  The coffee pot had gone quiet. The coffee was ready.

 

We sat and had coffee and hoped the rain would stop for a while but the forecast on the small radio was rain for the day. Corrine never brought up her crying spell and I let the situation pass. I suggested we go into West Yellowstone for the ride, get a bite to eat and see the town that she was not familiar with. It would be something to do in the rain and a woman can always find something to shop for.  We brought the wet sleeping bag to put in a clothes dryer in town. Corrine thought it was unusual that the bag was so wet. I made no comment except to say she could bring it too a cleaners to be professionally washed and dried when she returned home!

 

As drove along in the rain, she started to talk about herself and her family … just this and that ….a conversation to fill the time …. nothing serious. She finally came around to the wet sleeping bag and just mentioned it out of context to what she was talking about.  She said that she could hear her mother and father making love one night when she was young. She was snickering as she said they were having a good time because she could hear her mother being very vocal as the bed squeaked to the cadence of continuous sensual sex.

 

As she came down the stairs to the kitchen in the morning, her parents were in the kitchen laughing quietly. They were not aware that she was on the stairs listening. She heard her mother say to her father “You certainly buttered my muffin last night!”

 

I smiled at the statement and felt Corrine moving up on my neck as I drove. I thought that she was going to begin her ear nibbling act again.

 

 “No tongues in the ear while I drive!” 

 

Corrine told me to be quiet. She got close to my ear and whispered seductively “You certainly buttered my muffin last night didn’t you! I can tell you did. I remember some of the things we did together. That’s why the sleeping bag is so wet. Right?”

 

 I just shrugged my shoulders and just grinned.

 

 “You bring that muffin around any time and I’ll bring the butter.” Corrine liked my comment and just went back to snuggling against me as I drove.

 

Every time I had a quiet moment to think about Corrine all I could say to my self was

“What a woman!”

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The dream Part. 2

editor on Love Stories

The Dream part 2

By thedeep

Copyright 2005

As the boat headed south for a few days, Jim noticed Sally had grown restless.  It was hard for him to understand, they made love several times a day.  Sally just did not seem as passionate as she had been the first day.  He was worried that after all he had done to make her feel wanted and needed, that she was slipping away.  He had almost worshiped her, yet still she did not seem as happy as Jim would have thought.

When he looked into Sally’s eyes, gone was the sparks of fire that had been there.  Every time he was near her, he had his arm around her shoulders, and his hand squeezing her breast.  Jim felt that she was drawing away from him and he just could not let t
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hat happen.  Sally meant the world to him and he would be damned if he would let her toss it all away.  When he would ask her what was wrong he would get the standard woman’s answer of nothing.  Jim knew there was something wrong, something missing and he was getting mad at himself for being too stupid to figure it out.

The more he thought about it the madder he got, here he was on the boat he loved, sailing the ocean that he loved, with the woman whom he adored, and something was wrong.  How could this be, he had taken Sally from a loveless marriage, he had treated her like a queen, had almost obsessed at giving her attention and love, and something was wrong.  Damn, damn, damn, thought Jim; I had planned this to perfection, what in the living hell could be wrong.  I have given Sally everything she lacked in her marriage, and she was getting colder and colder.

When they anchored for the night and went below, Sally ran for the head and locked the door.  Jim stood outside the door and listened to the shower running, seething because they had been taking their showers together.  After a few minutes the shower stopped and Sally opened the door and ran past Jim to the cabin, again Jim heard the click of the lock on the door.  Jim had always been a kind loving man, who was slow to loose his temper, but the locked cabin door seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Jim ran at the cabin door, and kicked it at the knob, the sound was like a rifle shot in the small cabin.  Sally jerked upright clutching the sheet to her body, she knew Jim had had enough.  He walked over to the bunk and jerked the sheet from her, to find she had one of his long shirts on.  He grabbed the front of the shirt and ripped the buttons open, pulling Sally across the bed.  The site of her beautiful naked body sent shivers down Jim’s spine, as he quickly shucked off his shorts and shirt.  Sally was trembling when he reached for her and tried to get away, but the cabin was just too small to allow her to escape.  

Jim caught the back of the shirt and it came the rest of the way off her body, but not before throwing her off balance and falling back on the bunk.  She tried to roll away from him but he caught her on her stomach, and straddled her body facing her feet.  Seeing Sally’s naked ass struggling to get out from under his weight, was a pleasing sight.  Well Jim thought to himself, you want to throw everything I have planned away, then I am going to enjoy this.  He brought his hand down hard upon the quivering globe of her ass, again and again, he just did not seem to hear her scream and cry.  He did not stop until both globes of her ass were a fiery red, and she had quit screaming but just lay whimpering.  

God his cock was hard as iron, and his precum was leaking all over her ass.  Oh what a sight, he started rubbing the slippery liquid around her ass, and she seemed to shift to open her legs.  He could not help remembering the sight of his finger plunging in and out of her ass the other night, so he got off of Sally and pulled her up onto her hands and knees.  He sought out and found her wetness leaking from her pussy, and used it to lube her asshole.  In went his finger twisting and moving from side to side, pulling out and then thrusting back.  Oh Christ what an awesome sight.  

He could stand it no longer and he aimed his hard cock at her dripping pussy, sinking to the hilt.  He removed his finger from her ass and inserted his thumb, while he took her from the rear.  He could feel his thumb thru the thin separation between her ass and pussy.  He rocked and pumped, with his other hand he reached around and mauled her tits.  He pumped her for what seemed like hours as her pussy spasmed  around his cock.  Sally whimpered and moaned like he had never heard her do before when they made love.  She seemed to be trying to suck him into her super hot pussy.

He felt it coming, he could not stop it or slow it down as he thrust like a wild man into her.  With a final brutal thrust, he tried to bury himself in her womb, as he shot rope after rope of his hot cum into her.  He fell off of her back, onto the bunk. He fully expected her to jump up and run from the cabin, locking herself into the head again.  But to his surprise Sally snuggled into his arms, throwing one of her legs across his body.  Her hand gently caressing his shrinking member, she kissed him with the passion that had been missing for the last few days.  

Sally kissed down his chest, down his stomach, until she reached her goal.  She took Jim’s limp cock into her mouth, tasting his and her juices, and gently began to suck it.  It did not take long for her to get a rise out of his cock, so she swung her legs across him and inserted him into her steaming pussy.  She placed her hands on his chest and rode him as she screamed his name.  Jim reached for her and pulled her down to him, looking into the fiery sparkle that had returned to her eyes.  He kissed her eyes and sought out her lips, their tongues entwined and she rode him.  Sally rode him until she felt Jim’s cock swell in her and she hopped off to catch his essences in her mouth.  

She swallowed every drop and tried to milk more from him, then crawled back up into Jim’s arms.  Jim kissed her and cuddled her, he was sure he would never tire of her.  She was almost perfect, she just need a little attitude adjustment from time to time, and Jim would enjoy giving it to her.



there is a part three ---if I get enough intrest