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Mountain Surprise
The large fire is crackling as I throw one more
big log onto it, the yellow and orange tongues
of flame dancing up into the deepening twilight
skies. The light reflects off of the tall
Ponderosa pines that encircle our small glade,
casting soft shadows onto the tent nearby. The
crackling and popping of the fire matches the
rush of the nearby river as it flows over its
rocky bed. I hear a soft giggle from the tent
behind me, a laugh that I know well... the
sensuous laugh of my Lover.
"What are you laughing about?" I ask coyly,
knowing full well that you've got some naughty
plot brewing in your mind.
"Noooothing..." you say, stepping out from the
tent and into the fire's glow. My breath catches
as I gaze at you. Long, raven-black hair rests
on your shoulders in two thick braids. A soft,
fleecy long-sleeved jacket is zipped to your
collarbone, where a beautiful silver necklace
set with a fire opal rests. A long, flowing,
velvet skirt sways around your ankles, clinging
to your sexy, curvy hips. You step towards me,
flashing that brilliant smile, with a gleam in
your eyes that could never be mistaken for
reflected firelight. My God, you're beautiful.
"It must be something... you're awfully smiley."
"Oh, I just wanted to say 'Thank you' for
surprising me with this camping trip, it's been
so nice to get away and relax for a bit."
I reach out my hand to take yours and draw you
closer to me, "Well babe, you definitely deserve
it. Actually, we both do. We've been needing
some alone time..."
"YES." you say as you press up against me,
laughing. "Yes we have. Mmmm..." Our lips meet
in a passionate kiss, the tips of our tongues
flicking each other, dipping and swirling as
they have so many times before. Yet each kiss
feels new, leaving us as breathless as our
first. I bring my right hand up to cradle the
back of your head and kiss you a bit harder now,
relaying my desire for you, a desire that
remains unfaded after all this time. My left
hand curves around the small of your back, right
above your hips, bringing you even closer.
Small, breathy moans vibrate from your chest up
through your lips as the intensity grows with
each passing second. Finally we pause for
breath, our cheeks pressed against one another,
the corners of our mouths separated by a sliver
of cool mountain air. You bring your hands up to
my chest, running them over the thick cotton
shirt that covers muscles grown solid and strong
from days of chopping firewood and stacking hay,
your fingers squeezing the hard flesh
underneath.
"Oh my God!" you growl through clenched teeth,
and reach up again, kissing me hard, your tongue
diving into my mouth and twirling around mine. I
begin to respond in kind, but before I can
enfold you in my arms again, you push away from
me, walking slowly backwards.
"I said I wanted to thank you for the
surprise..." you say softly, arching one eyebrow
as a wicked smile touches your face.
"Well, " I say, out of breath, "anytime you'd
like to thank me like that, go right ahead!"
"Oh, that wasn't it. I thought one good surprise
deserves another."
"That's an excellent theory!" I reply, not
knowing quite what's going to happen.
Laughing, you glide backwards slowly until
you've reached the other side of the fire.
Having reached your destination, your hand
trails up the front of your fleece jacket,
running lingeringly over your breast, trailing
up until it's at your sensuous, full lips. Your
finger slips teasingly into your parted lips as
you gaze at me, that glow from your eyes clearly
visible in the blue-gray of the coming night.
With your fingernail held gently in your teeth,
your other hand takes a similar path as the
first, but stops short, circling over the opal
pendant at your neck.
"Surprise..." The zipper of your jacket slowly
descends from collarbone to the waist of your
skirt, agonizingly, deliciously slow. No
undershirt or bra lay underneath that vest, and
your beautiful perky breasts are now exposed to
me. Your gorgeous nipples stand dark and
swollen, reacting to the chill mountain air, the
soft scrape of warm fleece and the desire that
is coursing between us like bolts of lightning.
Drawing your finger once again into your mouth,
you wet it, allowing it to slide in and out of
your lips several times before bringing it down
to your nipple. Cupping your breasts with both
hands, you roll slick fingers and thumbs over
the nipples, squeezing and pulling ever so
slightly, causing them to swell even farther. A
groan escapes my lips and my hands tremble. In
these few delicious seconds, my cock has grown
rock hard in the tight, faded and dusty jeans
I'm wearing and is straining against the fabric,
making a very noticeable bulge against my leg.
Your sultry eyes dance up from watching your
fingers' work and meet my stare, then slide down
my chest to my waist, widening a bit in
excitement, then narrowing in pleasure.
"I see you're surprised..." you say in a husky
voice. I can barely choke out a reply, my brain
clouded with the desire that is rushing through
me like the river's foaming waters through the
canyon.
"Maybe not surprised enough though." With this,
you bring your right leg up and place your
sandaled foot onto a knee-high round of pine
that has yet to be split for the fire. The deep
green velvet of your skirt clings tightly to
your perfect, round ass as you bend over from
the waist (My God, that waist!!) and slowly
slide your hands down your leg to your ankle.
Your hands begin to gather in the heavy
material, revealing two slits that extend to the
top of your thighs, slits that I hadn't noticed
earlier... for many reasons.
"Oh, you wicked, wicked woman," I mutter.
A smug chuckle followed by that hypnotic,
passionate stare is the only answer you give. A
small surge of breath passes your dark red lips
as the dress' center material comes closer
together in your slow-moving hands, revealing
long, shapely legs framed by the still-clinging
outer material and exposing them to the breath
of the mountains. My eyes are riveted to your
well-muscled calves and thighs, devouring every
inch of silky white skin while my mind replays a
hundred scenes of passion for each. 'Soon,' I
promise them silently, 'soon a hotter breath
will flow over you... but you will tremble so
much more!'
Your eyes have riveted to me during this time,
hungry for the visible traces of desire that you
arouse so easily in me. What do you see? Are my
eyes squinted against the fire's light,
deepening the laugh lines at their corners? The
burning light welling forth from their deep
brown depths is focused on you and nothing else.
Are my lips parted to draw the breath that has
just been taken from me? They are poised to
alight on your creamy skin with the softest
breath or crush against yours in unleashed
passion. Are the muscles dancing in my forearms
as my hands close and open, longing to clasp you
to my strong body? My fingers ache to trail over
your skin, gliding, scraping, caressing,
squeezing. My arms wait to encircle you and draw
you into me, even as I will be drawn into you.
That cloud of desire that pulses through my body
begins to engulf you as well, flowing along our
hearts' conduit as swift and sure as the steel
blue clouds that pour down the mountains'
shoulders.
A shiver courses through your body as all this
flashes through your mind. The heavy velvet
cloth slides teasingly upwards... now even with
your knees, now at mid-thigh... Another shiver,
another catch in your breath, and your head
rocks back. Eyes closed. Lips parted and pursed.
The last bit of velvet is trailing over the lips
of your pussy and scraping gently against your
beautiful, throbbing clit. At last you are
exposed to me completely, revealing a small
patch of short, dark hair just above your
swelling button.
"Surrrprrriiissse..." That decadent smile
spreading to match the lingering rasp of your
sexy voice. Both call me to you, a Siren's call
that could not be denied for all the world.
Following that call, I tread swiftly towards you
across the camp, pulling my shirt off as I go.
My booted feet keep the quick, measured pace of
a hunting wolf. My eyes remain locked to yours.
I stop within inches of your exposed body, and
the spark we'd recognized in each other so long
ago arcs between us. Reaching out slowly with
both hands, I trace your body with my fingers,
using no flesh as yet; only that electricity we
possess. A touch without touching. Our gazes
riveted, my fingers start at your forehead, just
above your eyebrows, and trickle along the
beautiful curves of your face, flowing apart and
coming together again at your chin. They then
part again, spreading that electric charge along
your tender, perfumed neck, evoking your skin's
memories of passionate kisses rendered, the
crisscrossing trails of my flicking tongue, and
the heated gasps of air from my mouth as we
collapsed together after an explosive climax.
Continuing downward, my fingers dance over your
sculpted collarbone, tracing the silver lying
across it. They come together over the opal and
part once again, flowing out around the curves
of your breasts, palms inward. As they make
their way under, my hands turn upward and
fingers curl one by one up and back to my palms,
pulling the spark across your nipples, drawing
the essence of your heart chakra into me. My
hands continue their motion and circle back from
my heart, palms to you, offering my heart's
energy in return. My touchless caress
silhouettes the curves of your body, easing
around to your sides and tracing down to your
hips and waist and sliding around to the small
of your back. It is there the touch begins...
electrified fingertips press the small of your
back, at the point of your tattoo, and begin to
spiral counter to each other, releasing that
sexual energy; further freeing the coiled power
of your kundalini. With this touch I draw you to
me and our heated bodies meet, steadily
pressing. Our gaze still locked, your face turns
up and we lean in to kiss. Just before our lips
touch, I whisper those words that I've felt for
so long... "I love you." A whisper not heard,
but felt in my soft breath on your lips, and
seen in the glow from my eyes.
The dam has broken.
Our lips meet in an intense clash, almost
warring with each other to express their
passions. With hurried hands we rush to undo my
belt, button and zipper. That accomplished, you
bend down, dragging my jeans down around my
ankles, leaving a pair of dark grey boxers. The
thin cotton fabric is the only thing separating
you from my thick cock, which quakes and jumps
against the cloth like a frenzied animal in a
cage. Then my boxers are off, and my solid rod
of flesh is in your supple hands, totally at
your command. A second's pause to admire the
heat and feel of it in your grasp, so familiar,
but in spite of, or perhaps because of that, it
sends shudders of yearning through your entire
body. Again that wicked gaze is cast upwards as
your lips part, eyes glittering. The blade of
your tongue swipes up from the base and over the
bulging tip. Once... twice... The third broad
lick has already brought a drop of pre-come to
the tip, and you flick it onto your tongue. With
a deep, vibrating moan, your mouth closes over
my cock, sliding, spreading, sliding, until the
entire length and thickness is surrounded by
you. A pause to hold it deep inside your mouth,
letting your tongue slide back and forth along
the underside ridge like a playful cat lashing
its tail. Your index finger and thumb circle the
broad base and pull my skin tight when you
withdraw, heightening my sensitivity and
allowing your soft, sensitive lips to feel every
contour, every ridge, every vein. Once more you
plunge down on my cock and withdraw slowly,
leaving it red, bulging and slick.
Standing, you give me a deep kiss, your lips wet
from their passionate sliding. A small push on
my chest breaks our kiss, and I sit down on the
wide pine log, shirtless and now pantless, with
my broad, throbbing cock straining upwards
towards you. You straddle me, and give me a
playful smile.
"That was just in case we needed it," you say,
running your left hand from tip to base,
reveling in the slick hardness. "Aaaaaah, but I
don't think we do..." Your left hand has left my
aching cock and slides up your inner thigh,
while the right holds the velvet skirt to the
side. Two delicate fingers brush the beautiful
lips of your pussy, spreading them, then
squeezing together on your swollen clit. I can
hear how wet you are. Three circles around your
clit, and the fingers slip inside you, a small
precursor to the shaft that will soon fill you.
A gasp and a shudder. Your fingers withdraw
slowly and come to my mouth. I eagerly taste the
nectar, sucking your fingers and lapping at them
with my tongue.
Now is the time. We must be together.
Sitting on my lap, those long legs wrap around
my waist, and one arm moves up to my muscled
shoulder. Grasping my cock with the other hand,
you lower yourself onto it, guiding it to your
temple. The bulging tip slides easily past the
lips of your soaking wet pussy. Just inside
though, the muscles, tight with excitement, are
less easily penetrated. The breadth of my cock
and the tightness of you make us groan loudly
into the mountain's night as you slowly descend
my slick shaft. Inch by inch, spreading,
slipping, you surrender yourself to me, until
our bodies are one. My cock is encased in slick
velvet, your pussy filled completely by soft
steel. A second passes before your inner muscles
can adjust to my penetration, then our hips
begin to rock in perfect time with each other.
"Oh God, I love you!" your words aren't
accompanied by breath. I'm surrounded by you...
your arms around my shoulders, your legs around
my waist and your perfumed hair flowing around
my face as I bury it in your neck.
A tremor courses through you as we slide
together, my cock pressing the limits of your
pussy. Your reply comes only as a shuddering sob
of ecstasy as the first waves of orgasm rock
your body. The clenching of your muscles and the
sudden wave of hot juice flowing over me sends
me towards the edge. Your nails press into my
back and arms clutch me close to you, sending
jolts of warm electricity through your breasts
and nipples. Energy flows between our hearts as
easily as the breeze slides through the dancing
pine boughs. My arms wrap clear around your
waist and pull me into you even further, as deep
as I can go. Two more strokes in our shuddering,
trembling rhythm and I can hold back no longer.
My cock throbs, growing hotter, thicker, more
solid. You can feel it filling you almost beyond
your limits. I bury myself in you, and I die.
Another huge orgasm jolts through you as I come
and our essences swirl together, colors
bursting, breath escaping. A perfect blending of
mind, body and heart.
And that's just the beginning...
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