Sonya's Secret

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registry and reached for the room key which the receptionist had placed on the counter in front to me.</I></div> <div> <I>"You have very earthy hands," she said, the lady beside me who was also about to check in. </I></div> <div> <I>"NO, I am NOT a farmer," I said with a chuckle, but also to get what she meant by that and why.</I></div> <div> <I>"That's not what I meant," she said, "earthy hands usually means adventurous, risk takers,"</I></div> <div> <I>"OK, " I thought, "let's find out what her remark leads to,"</I></div> <div> <I>"And what sort of risks would I be taking,? " I asked, looking her directly into the eyes, without expression, waiting for a reply,</I></div> <div> <I>"Earth, wind and water," she replied</I></div> <div> <I>"This remark required serious further investigation," I thought,</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm going to get a shower, get some clean clothes on and I'll be on the patio for a drink, if you'd care to join me and elaborate on that," I said, coldly, matter of fact, without emotion, </I></div> <div> <I>"I'll have a glass of red wine with two ice cubes then," she answered just as quickly,</I></div> <div> <I>After my nice hot shower, change of clothes, I went to the patio for my drink, and actually had almost forgotten about the encounter at the reception desk until I sat down to order.</I></div> <div> <I>"What can I get for you, sir,?" asked the waiter as I was sitting down,</I></div> <div> <I>"A bottle of nice red wine, two glasses, and some ice," I said</I></div> <div> <I>I didn't have to wait long for either her or the waiter to return.  The waiter from bar area and her from the lobby as if planned timing. </I></div> <div> <I>Quite a change in appearance from the gal at the reception.  From her traveling business skirt suit to a very plain, loose fitting rather short sun dress, such as worn over bathing suit at the beach. If it were any flimsier she  would have had nothing on, but it very well suited her slightly soft chunky figure.  That's the thing about woman.  What assets they are short in one area, they quickly learn to offset it by drawing attention from they lesser assets. Relaxed in dress she was, but with absolute purpose. There was no doubt in my mind, her attire was well planned. So very simple, yet could not go unnoticed.  Her dress slightly tighter around the hips and thighs, to subtly reveal the lines of her panties, and firm thighs, loose around the waist to conceal her chunky waist, and snug again around her ribs, braless breasts, and well exposed, bare soft rounded shoulders.  I've been on enough odysseys to know, that what was walking towards my table with such cheerful resolve, well focused, was not deceitful, but definitely crafty.  Her light, bright eyes focused towards me until she reached the table. </I></div> <div> <I>"Feeling refreshed after your shower,?" she asked as she pulled back her chair and sat down. </I></div> <div> <I>"Yes, as a matter of fact," I said, "and you're looking very bright and  cheerful." as I plopped three ice cubes in her glass and poured the wine.</I></div> <div> <I>"Three ice cubes, ?" she questioned, "are you a mind reader,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Why do you say that,?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"Because I ALWAYS only ever put three in, not two, not four," she said,</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then let's just say I'm observant,"</I></div> <div> <I>"But you've never seen me before, much less seen me drink wine," she said,</I></div> <div> <I>"SO," I said, "tell me what is it with earthy hands,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"For one thing, extremely observant, not missing much detail, receptive, a balanced earth person, solid values and energy, practical with great manual dexterity, adventurous yet cautious risk taker, and a lover of nature and the outdoors," she said with a very enthusiastic smile. But, what really caught my attention was the glow in her eye as she spoke, and her nipples increasingly began protruding as if screaming to be released from the confines of her dress. </I></div> <div> <I>Now I had to know more about her.  It was raw, uncontrolled emotion as she spoke. </I></div> <div> <I>"Now Sonya," I said,"tell what do you, teacher, artist, what,"</I></div> <div> <I>"How do you know my name," she asked, a bit confused,</I></div> <div> <I>"Very simple," I chuckled, "I watched you sign the registry,</I></div> <div> <I>"Of course," she said, "but you see, that's what I mean, you pay attention to everything around you. Anyway, I'm a buyer for nurseries. Friends call me the plant lady,"</I></div> <div> <I>"That's why your love of nature, and the great outdoors, right ?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes," she said proudly, "ever since I can remember,"</I></div> <div> <I>After several hours of talking about everything and anything to do with mountains, lakes, rivers, trees, etc, well into another bottle of wine, and now early evening,  we were becoming trusted friends.</I></div> <div> <I>"Would you go for a walk with me before dinner?" she asked, "the man at reception said there was a nice trail that went up through the forest with a beautiful view of the lake, among the rocky ridges," with such cheerful enthusiasm, it would have been cruel to even think of anything but agreeing.</I></div> <div> <I>"SO, I guess we're having dinner together,?" I said, chuckling at her assumption</I></div> <div> <I>"Well of course," she said, "and after dinner we can go to the lounge and listen to the live music. The man at reception said they had a guy playing classical guitar tonight,"</I></div> <div> <I>"You really picked that man's brain for info, didn't you,?  I said, laughing</I></div> <div> <I>"Let's take a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses with us for the walk," she said, before I even finished my sentence. Again with such an eager, cheerful spirit. Her whole face seemed to glow as she talked.</I></div> <div> <I>Well, I ordered another bottle of wine, had the waiter open it for us, borrowed two glasses which I promised to return, and off we were along the trail.</I></div> <div> <I>She wasted no time in leading the way along the winding, sometimes uncertain which was the right direction, trail. I must admit, a very pleasant twenty minute climb, watching her cute chunky ass, marching in front of me with such determination to get to where she had intended, yet it was obvious, that second bottle of wine had affected both of us slightly.  The occasional stumble, and the chuckles, knowing why we were not as sure footed as we could be. </I></div> <div> <I>"Right here," she said, "this rock is a fine place to sit. Let's have our wine here. What a beautiful view. Look at the ruggedness of it all." and on and on she jabbered about it all as I poured the wine.</I></div> <div> <I>"No ice cubes here," I said</I></div> <div> <I>"I don't need them, I just like them when I can get them," as she clicked my glass as a toast,</I></div> <div> <I>"This would be a nice place to have dinner," I said, "very relaxing and peaceful here,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Wow," she said, "this really makes me horny. Are you as horny as I am,? <IMG SRC="194c6850.jpg" border=0 width="198" height="133" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">Will you make love to me here," she blurted as a simple matter of fact, pulling her dress off over her head, her panties off, sat back on the rock and took a sip of her wine,</I></div> <div> <I>"How can we compare if I'm as horny as you, or you as horny as I," I said, laughing at her blatant, honest questioning remark, </I></div> <div> <I>"But glad you crave with such honesty." as I'm taking off my clothes, dropping them to the ground where I stand, "watching your ass sway its way up here did hold my attention,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well you don't think that was simply chance, do you,?" she said leaning back on that boulder, easing her thighs apart wider, as I made quick mental plans how this was going to work. "Me crushing her to that rough granite surface, or her crushing my spine to it, OR." I thought,  And with that she rolled herself off the rock, laid her dress on it, bent over it, spread her legs in waiting, head raised looking out over the view below, slowly swaying her ass from side to side, as if in slow motion. </I></div> <div> <I>"Isn't this just great,?" she said, "naked, surrounded my nature, the warm soft breeze caressing every part of your body, just a wonderful free feeling," "I've always thought that," I said, sitting down on the rock along side her, softly petting, caressing along her back, to the cheeks of her ass, down her tender, so very pale silky thighs, also looking out over the rugged valley. Off to the west I could see the dark gray clouds of storm coming. This time of the early summer many violent storms come through here. I was hoping this one would not hurry getting to us. </I></div> <div> <I>"How could anyone not be aroused by all this," she said softly, responding to my wandering hand with a slight sway of her ass, "Such a proud one," looking around at my stiff cock, at me, back to my erection, to the valley below, "And such a soft, plush wet one," I said, sliding my fingers in her pussy  from behind, reaching around inside her heat, probing to her response, for the manner of fumbling which gave her the most pleasure. The more I groped around with my fingers in, around her pussy the flatter she pressed her chest to the rock, as if hugging this boulder, raising her ass higher to my hand, yet there was something peaceful within her pussy, as she wiggled, squirmed in harmony to my groping fingers. She was in no hurry, savoring my fondling leisurely, allowing her body to dictate the pace to higher arousal. Flexing her thighs around my hand, raising her leg opposite me up on the rock, back down, back up, spreading her thighs, her pussy, again closing around my hand, manipulating her inner muscles around my fingers, as if she were being taken, rather than taking the pleasure.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Oohhhh thhaaatts nice," she fondly cooed, "that is reeeeallly nice." as I was almost in a trance, getting into her rhythm, as my fingers, mind, were getting deeper into her hot, wet pussy, her soul, her wants for pleasure. Her ass, hips gently swaying in a smooth wavelike motion, reaching her ass out to meet my fingers as they slid in deeper, then out to her clit, to coat it with the creamy dew from within her, rolling the erect little nub under my fingers, then back into her depths, in a steady, rhythmic pattern. </I></div> <div> <I>She tried, several times to find a position to reach around to grab my cock, but on that hard surface, not easy to roll to her side.</I></div> <div> <I>"Come here," she said, motioning me around to the front of the rock. "let me play with your cock some,"</I></div> <div> <I>Sliding my finger slowly out of her, I eased myself around to where she was staring, lips to my stiff cock. </I></div> <div> <I>"uummmm yummy," she moaned, sliding her lips tightly around my shaft, sucking it in to the base, and slowly back out to its soft tender head. She was getting as much pleasure devouring my cock as my fondling in her pussy.  All I could hear was her slurping, sucking on it, getting louder, more animated, her fingers kneading it harder, "uuummm, ummgghhh, uummmghh," as she slid her lips more rapidly along my now very sloppy, wet from her sucking, cock, as though she were oblivious to my presence, only the pleasure she got from it.  Reaching around, I managed to get my fingers back, groping in her pussy with one hand, kneading her breast with the other as she continued with her sloppy marauding sucking, driving me to sudden spasms as she brought all the nerves of arousal to surface. </I></div> <div> <I>Her body quirking, trembling as I groped harder, then to her clitty, bent over her, listening to her slobbering between my thighs, as though she wanted my cock in her hungry mouth and her pussy, and couldn't decide which first, or more. She must have felt my cock throbbing, trying to hold back, where I could not restrain much longer. Her hand firmly around my cock, guiding, aiming,</I></div> <div> <I>"put it in me nnnowwww," she moaned, drooling saliva from the corners of her mouth from her devouring, "fffuucckk meeee nnnoww," as I quickly got behind her, raised her leg up on the rock higher, thrust my dripping cock in her. "yyeeeowww, what heat," I thought, "from her hot, greedy mouth to her even hotter, devouring pussy. </I></div> <div> <I>"oooOOoOooohhgghhh," she moaned in a rhapsodic, lyrical whimper as I pressed my thumb deep in her butt, to her sudden unexpected shudder,</I></div> <div> <I>"Oooaaughhh yeeaaaa, thaaatts ggooodd, h-ha-har-d-der,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Oohhhh," I groaned, "Immm comming, I can't hold any longer,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Come on," she blurted, "come, me toooooo, fffuuckkkmmeeee, harrderr," as I started, without control or consideration, slamming to her harder to her pleas, to my release, the sounds of hot wet flesh to hot wet flesh seemed to echo around us. My hands firmly grasping her waist pulling her harder to my groin, to her grinding ass, swaying hips. Sudden spasms rushing through us both, lingering, after our reciprocal orgasms, slowly sliding my cock in, withdrawing slightly, back into her heat as it receded, yet enjoying the feel of her wet, quivering inner heat.</I></div> <div> <I>"I've got to sit up," she said, "I feel like I'm glued to this rock," helping her up, to sit up on the rock. Sure enough, she had impressions of the contours of that hunk of granite on her breasts, her tummy, her thighs,</I></div> <div> <I>"Don't you think we need to heading back to the hotel," I said, "that storm will be here soon," as the sky was beginning to take on a real ugly dark, green-gray look, heading right towards us. </I></div> <div> <I>"I think you're right," she said, reaching for clothing, shaking it out, as we quickly dressed and started back down the trail to the hotel.</I></div> <div> <I>"That's my rock," she said, "I name that my rock,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, it did leave and impression," I said with a chuckle, "didn't it,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"And so did you," she said as we're walking, "I was right about your earthy hands, they are magic,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm glad you enjoyed," I said, "but glad you decided on a change of position. My fingers were beginning to cramp."</I></div> <div> <I>"You should have said something,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Why, ??  I was enjoying it, playing in your pussy. I could feel you almost going into a trance,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I was," she said, "I could have laid there, letting you do that, all day,"</I></div> <div> <I>And so we jabbered all the way back to the hotel. Within minutes of the patio, the downpour started, as we ran to avoid as much of it as possible, yet still completely soaked by the time we got to the lobby.</I></div> <div> <I>"So," she said, "are we having dinner together,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"If you'd like, " I said, "of course, and then we can go listen to the music in the lounge as you mentioned. I'm going to get a shower, get dressed and wait for you in the bar," as she headed for her room and I to mine, dripping a trail of water from drenching.</I></div> <div> <I>Twenty minutes later I was sitting at the bar, with my brandy, cigarette, rethinking our little hike up the hill.</I></div> <div> <I>"She's quite the character," I thought, "yet something deeper within her that I was missing," as she walked in, sat down, </I></div> <div> <I>"A glass of red wine, please," she told the bartender, "with two ice cubes,"</I></div> <div> <I>one hand immediately resting on my thigh, gently petting, rubbing along my thigh, yet almost as though she was unaware she was doing it. I assumed a familiar welcome, why not, we were certainly familiar after the rock occasion. She again began discretely jabbering about what fun and pleasure it was, the view, the feel, the nakedness, the freeing of inhibitions. </I></div> <div> <I>"I feel so refreshed, alive, free spirited," she said in such a bubbly, giddy tone, "I was right about your hands. They are that earthy magic,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well thank you," I chuckled, "but they did have refreshing terrain to explore,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I like the way you explore," she said, slightly flushed, "you're not in any hurry,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Why hurry what's pleasing to the senses," I said, "savor the moments,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well, I was definitely savoring," she said, "Can we go savor something to eat now,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Excellent idea," I said, "the fresh air really made me hungry,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Only the fresh air ?" she blurted, amused outrage, "you'll pay for that casual remark," as we made our way to the restaurant.</I></div> <div> <I>That casual remark was not without purpose. I learned quite some time ago, that the hint of a blasé attitude towards intimacy just experienced is a challenge to any woman of worth. I could see her eyes scanning in thought as we sat down to eat. It was a, "Just the fresh AIR, ? ? " look in her eyes.</I></div> <div> <I>All through dinner, not a mention again of our outing this afternoon. So many other subjects, where earlier our afternoon adventure was the main topic. "This is not good," I thought, "she is planning,"</I></div> <div> <I>After dinner, several glasses of wine, we finally made it to the piano lounge, where she quickly lead the way to a booth table well to the dimly lit back corner, barely lit, only by the weak light drifting there from the bar, and a candle on the table. </I></div> <div> <I>Another bottle of wine, a bowl with ice, two glasses, and at her request, chocolate dipped strawberries. The music, soft, classical guitar. He played it just loud enough, yet not to distract from normal conversation.</I></div> <div> <I>Digging in her oversized handbag for her cigarettes, it fell from the table between us, everything fell out on the floor, the cushioned seat, a real mess.</I></div> <div> <I>She quickly scrambled, trying to pick all her possessions up, stuffing them quickly in her bag. What caught my eye was a small wire ringed note pad, which I helped her pick up from the bench.  I quickly handed it to her, so as not to appear snooping, but I did catch several words, from the page it fell open to,  which seemed to refer to our outing. Quick hands, and quick eye do have their benefits. "Why making notes," I thought, "which seemed very detailed, small, neat writing," </I></div> <div> <I>Again our jabbering about anything and everything began, and a slight clink of the glasses as she offered a toast, with only a smile, not a word to that.</I></div> <div> <I>Her hand resting on my thigh, as if that was where it belonged. Sipping her wine, then a puff of her cigarette, with her one hand, never turning loose of my thigh with the other. I could feel the palm of her hand getting warmer, dampen, through my jeans. </I></div> <div> <I>"His guitar is so soothing," she said,"it just melts me, so relaxing," as she laid her leg slowly across mine, leaning back against the cushion, took my hand, slid it under her skirt to her thigh, never taking her eyes off the guitarist, sipping her wine. </I></div> <div> <I>"Your hands are always so warm, arousing," she said, softly, breathing  deeper, " I didn't think you'd mind,"</I></div> <div> <I>"What could be finer," I said, "nice music, nice wine, nice smiling lady, and the soft, sensual rising heat of your thigh,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Is my thigh really getting warmer,?" she asked, a glowing flush around her neck, visible even in the dimly lit corner, as I slid my hand along her tender inner thigh, gradually, teasingly higher, closer to her pussy. The heat from the palm of my hand rising to the heat from her damp, slightly swaying thigh, as she was encouraging my hand to her pussy with the subtle motion of her hips. "If she made it a point to mention that I did not hurry, then why now," I thought, "let the anticipation, the urge for more build within her," , kneading, massaging, fondling, exploring every inch of her thigh to barely touching my hand to her sweltering, pantyless pussy. "This was well planned on her part," I thought,  Her torrid moisture seeping from within her to my hand arousing me, as I slid, without notice, two fingers between her soft, ballooned mons veneris, as a contortionist's maneuver deep in her wet, dripping heat. </I></div> <div> <I>"Oohhhh mmyyyy," she whimpered, rolling her head back against the cushioned back, "I wasn't expecting that," squirming her hips around my flittering fingers in her. Fumbling, probing with rapidly, darting fingers, searching, exploring without reserve for all her tender rippled aroused flesh.</I></div> <div> <I>"Neither was I," I said, "such a hot, wet delicious feel within you," taking the juices from within to her clit, exposing it to my fumbling fingers, pressing, rubbing slowly beneath its crest, and slowly with firm, now well aquatinted fingers back in her, to her quivering, trembling, soft moans of delight, her hand on mine, pressing it tighter to her, following its motion, yet not guiding or directing.</I></div> <div> <I>"Oohhhhgghhhh, aauuughhffff," she whined, squirming on the seat, flexing her hot soft, fleshy thighs tight to my hand, as my fingers with determination dug deeper in her now flowing hot depths.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhhhh sssttooppp,"she moaned, yet not releasing the pressure on my hand, ppplleeaassee sttooppp, l-l-lettt's gggoo, I cann't hhold it much longer,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then let go of my  hand," I said, "and let's get out of here." as she eased her hand off mine, unwillingly, slowly, sliding her leg over mine, my dripping wet hand free, straightening her skirt, back seated upright again,</I></div> <div> <I>"Your hands well placed, take me to the point of no return," she said, eyes still not focused on the world around us,</I></div> <div> <I>We took another sip of our wine, slowly made our way out of the lounge, towards the lobby.</I></div> <div> <I>"Not this way," she said, "come on," as she led me, firm grip on my wrist, out beyond the patio, well into the poorly lit gardens, to the old, overgrown gazebo.  </I></div> <div> <I>No sooner in the gazebo, she again took my hand, lifted her skirt, placed it decisively between her still hot, wet thighs, began fumbling to undo my jeans, trying to slide them down, yet assure my fingers stay eagerly playing in her pussy.</I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh Ghhod," she moaned, pulled quickly free, sliding my jeans and shorts off in one motion, remaining on her knees long enough to assure I step out of them, and slowly rising, sliding her hands along my thighs, staring at my erection, lingering, undecided I supposed what next for the most pleasure to receive to give. A gentle, fondle with both hands around my rigid cock, a few slow devouring passes with her lips to its base, stood slowly, undid her skirt and let that fall to the deck, pressing herself tight to me, on the tips of her toes, slowly grinding her pussy, her clit to my erection. </I></div> <div> <I>"Come here," I said, leading her to the wooden benches, laid myself on my back, coaxing her, with both hands on her ass to straddle my chest. How could I ask the lady to be crushed to this rickety wooden bench. I knew my back would pay the price later, but the pleasure would well outweigh that, I was sure, as she slithered herself, without words, over my chest, reaching her pussy to my waiting lips, which quickly took a teasing, firm grip of her clitty.</I></div> <div> <I>"uuummmhhh, oohhhgghhh, yyaaaa," she moaned, gently thrusting her hips to my teasing. She was still well along the way from my fondling in the lounge, as her hot juices now again continued dripping to my chin, digging between her soft, inflated pussy lips, with firm eager tongue. Such a delicious, creamy, sweet arousal nectar, the primal  aphrodisiac, not unnoticed by my natural instincts, my cock throbbing, aching behind her, as she was tearing at the buttons of her blouse, the buttons on my shirt, yet not for once loosing that hungry contact of her pussy to my ravaging, marauding lips and tongue. I was completely in the world of only pleasing, and pleasuring to and from the quivering hot, drooling, pink aperture between her thighs.  My hands continuously wandering along the contours of her soft fleshy body, from her thighs, as I pulled her tighter, sucking her clit, to her ass, her back, around her waist to her breasts, and the full circle again, in rhythm, and increased momentum to her rolling, swaying hips.</I></div> <div> <I>"Oohhhgghhhhhhhhffffff," she moaned softly, "thaattss in-in-nncredible,"</I></div> <div> <I>with several spasmodic quakes as my lips grabbed to suck on her clitty, then pulled herself quickly free, flipped around, spreading her pussy well over my lips again,</I></div> <div> <I>"I want to touch also," she mumbled, in one quick breath, taking hold of my cock, pressing her pussy tight to my lips, wrapping her lips tightly around my stiff, eager member. Her juices flowing like hot lava to my lips, across my chin, down my neck with my probing tongue in her depths as greed, length and breathing would allow, holding the cheeks of her swaying ass tightly to follow her ever increasing motion. Barely audible, yet I could hear her all-consuming, slobbering, sloppy sounds as she sucked on my cock, with such  self pleasing energy. But, it was well in tune to my assault on her pussy, which I quickly realized.  Her actions were a direct reaction to my efforts to please her. We were taking each other higher, one, then the other, a reciprocal rise to the ultimate pleasures, oblivious to anything but each other's union.</I></div> <div> <I>With each firm sucking hold I took of her clit, she quivered with such ferocity, it was difficult to keep hold of the little nib, yet her pressing, grinding weight, crushing my head to the bench. Then, without warning, she exploded, with such convulsive violence, hammering her pussy to my lips, that I lost control at the same moment, ignoring all else, oblivious to everything as bolts of shock waves raced from my cock, throughout my body, <IMG SRC="19284dc0.jpg" border=0 width="132" height="220" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">quivering beneath her trembling, quivering, sweaty from passion, body, as one could say, a pleasurable, torturing, delicious pain, as she never relinquished the hold on my cock with her rapidly, hot sucking lips. As her creamy juices to my lips being the ultimate aphrodisiac, she immersed, consumed herself in mine, lingering, oblivious to my now gentle savoring her tastes, scents, sweet aromas. Her slightly quivering pink, dripping fleshy pussy lips languishing, yet enjoying the after orgasm, tender caressing of my tongue and lips. She slowly lowered her chest to my belly, head rested on my thigh, fondling, caressing my limp, wet cock, cooing, sighing, as if pleased with her efforts, pleased with mine. There we laid, neither of us the energy, nor really the desire to move. I was quite enjoying the after orgasm feel of her hot, steaming, sweet scented pussy to my lips, her warm thighs to my cheeks, caressing the contours of her back, her soft ass, the feel to my hands of the aftershock and tremors in her thighs, and it seemed that she was equally pleased to fondle my limp, sloppy drooping cock, which I could still feel her warm breath so close to it, her tongue licking it gently as she fondled, as though she was hoping it would come to life again. </I></div> <div> <I>Several flicking, darting teases with tip of tongue between, around her warm, fluffy, damp pussy lips, nibbling on her tender inner thighs, lazing, dawdling amidst her soft pink folds of pleasure. I was in no hurry, exploring with tongue, lips, with all my senses of her enjoyment of my pensive attention. </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhhhh, that feels nice," she moaned, "so soothing, softly arousing," ever so subtly rolling her hips, as if swaying, without thought to tune playing in the background. She was soaking it all up, with no effort made to change position. Mine was a leisurely labor of delicate lust. Softly kneading the tender flesh of her thighs with arms wrapped around her warm silky flesh, with teasing fingers, spreading her pink folds of shimmering flesh, revealing to explore with lingering tongue, the medley of textures of her raw, pulpy pink, so avid to be caressed with such care and patience. Slight drips of her creamy nectars trickling again, a preamble, that she was definitely waiting for a continuation, without change of scene or setting. Her soft petting, fondling my cock in harmony to my fiddling within her quivering folds, was bringing life back to my lazing member. A gradual, reciprocal, slow crescendo, a mutual teasing to arousal without plan or plot. With each slight increase in rise to erect of my cock, I felt myself more and more indulging in her torrid, fluid heat, for her pleasure as much if not more for my own. The more I teased within her aperture, to her clit, the more energetic her fingers, her tongue stroked, the length of my cock, transmitting with response to my efforts, what pleased her more, what pleased her less. What gave her more pleasure, I knew without doubt, by her firm, excited, fingers, her eager, hot lips wrapped around its now well erect length, an aria, sonata, to please me, to please her. The feel of warm, tender, quivering thighs pressing to my cheeks, I could think of no greater pleasure, to give, or receive, as she rocked, maneuvered her pussy to spread it, parting more generously, for all that she could embrace. Vigorously tapping her exposed clit with tip of tongue, to her sprightly, quaking, trembling thighs, pressing tighter to my lips' firm grip, holding it as a small nub, secure as I played with tip of tongue at its most sensitive crest. </I></div> <div> <I>"uummmmggghhhhhhhhcchhhhh," a whimpering, swallowing moan as she engulfed my cock, in union to my relentless tongue. </I></div> <div> <I>"uummgghccchh, uummgghcchh,ummghhcch,ummghcch," her swallowing, slobbering mumbling, that I had no doubt her clitty was getting the attention it was seeking. Yet blinded by her flood of juices to my eyes, I knew this was no time to resign my assault. Again, and again, from between her quivering pussy lips, rushes of her creamy nectars, I held fast, hands tightly around her thighs, to her ass, holding myself secure to her excited <IMG SRC="193dadc0.jpg" border=0 width="218" height="220" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">motion. </I></div> <div> <I>"uummghcchh, Ohhhnnooo," she moaned, as she pulled herself  free with a shudder, from my  grip, raised to her knees, weaseling down along my chest, "I want it in me,", taking such a firm grip on my cock that I felt as though she would yank it from its socket, just as quickly speared herself, with a hearty thrust, and planted herself on my rigid shaft. </I></div> <div> <I>"aauuuuuooccchhhh,aauucchhh,aauch,auchacuh," she whined in a palsied, guttural moan, leaning back, hands to either side of my chest, searching with her deep inner heat for the firmness of my cock to her most vulnerable, begging raw depths.</I></div> <div> <I>"Squeeze my titties," she blurted, not slowing the motion, her thrusting hips, grinding to my aching cock. Such a wonderful, almost painful rasping feeling along the length of my cock to its most tender head.  Feeling, seeing the  weight of her ass pressed tightly to my groin, spreading, swaying, her pussy kneading on my cock, like hot coals along its length, then rushing through my body. My hands firmly planted to her breasts, indulging fingers pinching her nipples,</I></div> <div> <I>"mm-mmoorrree,l-l-li-likkke ththaaat," she whimpered, "hhhaar-haarder,"</I></div> <div> <I>Rising up, then just as quickly down, to the sound of damp flesh slapping to damp flesh, crushing herself down harder with each stroke down, quickly increasing in momentum, watching my cock appear from beneath her ass, and just as quickly again vanish under her spreading cheeks, which quickly molded to my depressed groin by her weight. Her hands entangled in her hair, tugging at it harder, with head flung back as if to tear it from its roots, leaning back at such an angle to my hands kneading her breasts that my cock escaped, more than once,  which she quickly, frantically grabbed and rammed back in her, without a word, just a sudden groping move with trembling, panicking hand. I had no doubt when she came, with such explosive, violent tremors, grinding her ass to my groin, a hard, rapid circular crushing roll, she braced with arms back, grasping at the flimsy blanket for support, heaving her chest tighter to my hands. </I></div> <div> <I>"dd-ddo-o-nntt mmmove, l-lett mee," she blurted with short breaths as though running a marathon, "jj-u-jjuu-juss sssq-ueeeze m-mybrreassts hhrrdr-hharrdrrr," grinding harder, faster to my cock, with agonizing  contortions in her face, one would never assume she was pleasing herself. Feeling her hot, inner rippled gyrations against the raw, tender crest of my cock, I came without dominion, or warning some time between her rolling hips, or her thrusting up and down along my rigid shaft.  That flash of lightning through my brain, my body, I have no idea where I was nor did I care as her intensity began to diminish, shimmering beads of sweat around her neck, forehead, between her breasts sporadic gentle shudders, rolling her hips as in slow motion molded to my thighs.  If her release was anything like I just spent, the pool of juices flowing between our thighs are evidence. </I></div> <div> <I>"You know something," she said, still straining to breathe normally, "it's nature, natural, close to the earth, the sky, all that lets me feel, to know what my body craves. Can you understand that?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes I can," I said, "that is because we are of course animals, and it's not too many years in the history of man that we moved from the forests to houses. Now, are we going to go to dinner, or are we going to intellectually analyze this?"</I></div> <div> <I>"You're right," she said, "let's go to dinner.  I just needed to know if you understood or not,"</I></div> <div> <I>She slowly peeled herself off me, we threw on our clothes, and still reeking of heated sex, we went to dinner.  </I></div> <div> <I>We found a nice quiet table, away from the rest of the crowd now coming to dinner, the menu, a bottle of wine while we decided what would be the meal.</I></div> <div> <I>"You're a delicious looking mess," she said with a delighted chuckle, </I></div> <div> <I>"What do you mean,?" </I></div> <div> <I>"Looks like you just had dinner," she said, taking a napkin, dipped in the glass of  water, reached across the table to wipe my mouth. </I></div> <div> <I>"I thought I still had your tastes to me," I said with my lecherous grin.</I></div> <div> <I>"Well I hope the waiter didn't notice," she said</I></div> <div> <I>"Who cares," I laughed, "it will give him something to think about,"</I></div> <div> <I>"We should have gone and taken a shower before dinner," she said, "I can feel my panties sticking to me,", gently squirming in her seat,</I></div> <div> <I>"Well," I grinned, "after dinner I'll help you peel your sticky panties off, </I><I>and we'll go take a shower</I><I>.",  How does that sound,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"After all that," she grinned, "and you still have the energy to talk like that,? You better be able to back it up, because now I will be expecting it,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Wonderful," I thought, "so much for a nice cuddling sleep after dinner,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well," I said, "if I can't, you can always help yourself to me?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Sorry," shaking her head, "it doesn't work like that. On a tandem bike, both pedal equally. And since you got me thinking again, we could go back to that rock on the hill with a blanket, the wine.  Full moon, clear skies, yummy,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Is this before the shower, after dinner, after the shower, when does all this happen,?" I laughed, she was so serious now, it would happen.</I></div> <div> <I>"Let's enjoy our dinner," she said, taking a mouthful, "and then we'll go back up to the rock, and I'll tell you a secret,"</I></div> <div> <I>Dinner finished, nicely relaxed, she ordered two bottles of wine to take with us, and to borrow two glasses which she promised to return.  The waiter removed the corks and pressed them hand tight back into the bottle.</I></div> <div> <I>"Don't you want to take a blanket or something for us to sit on?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"No, just this candle," taking it from the table, "and this one." Grabbing one more from another table on the way out."</I></div> <div> <I>Back up to the rocky hill we climbed.  This time even farther than the first time, to a large boulder overlooking the valley.</I></div> <div> <I>"This is the place," she said, quickly ripping of her flimsy cotton dress, naked beneath. "set the candles here."</I></div> <div> <I>She made it quite clear how the candles should be placed on the flat boulder, one meter apart as close to the edge of the boulder toward the valley.</I></div> <div> <I>"This looks serious," I thought, trying to hide a laugh.</I></div> <div> <I>"What about the wine?" I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"Set the one bottle over there, with the glasses," pointing to the lower flat side of the boulder, "the other right here, and take your clothes of too."</I></div> <div> <I><IMG SRC="281d6160.jpg" border=0 width="214" height="278" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">"Oh well," I figured, "let's see what this is all about without asking,"</I></div> <div> <I>She stood there, back to me mumbling what seemed like some foreign language, swaying her torso from side to side.</I></div> <div> <I>I just watched, waiting for her directions.</I></div> <div> <I>Those chants lasted several minutes before she turned around, eyes closed and laid herself back on that rough rock, her head centered between the candles. </I></div> <div> <I>"Light the candles," she mumbled, not opening her eyes, "bring the wine bottle and come sit across my thighs."</I></div> <div> <I>With a storm again brewing toward us, it was that lull before the storm, and not the slightest breeze. </I></div> <div> <I>I straddled her thighs, resting lightly on her that my weight not crush her to that rock.  I could not have been comfortable for her, but she had refused the blanket. </I></div> <div> <I>"Pour some wine between my breasts," eyes still closed, relaxed.</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>"My vulva, the horn, </I></div> <div> <I>The boat of Heaven, </I></div> <div> <I>Is full of eagerness like the young moon. </I></div> <div> <I>My untilled land lies fallow. </I></div> <div> <I>As for me, Inanna, </I></div> <div> <I>Who will plow my vulva? </I></div> <div> <I>Who will plow my high field? </I></div> <div> <I>Who will plow my wet ground? </I></div> <div> <I>As for me, the young woman, </I></div> <div> <I>Who will plow my vulva? </I></div> <div> <I>Who will station the ox there? </I></div> <div> <I>Who will plow my vulva?"</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>She chanted as I dribbled the wine to her breasts, her hands reaching for my cock to fondle in a ritualistic manner.</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>"My eager impetuous caresser of the navel, </I></div> <div> <I>My caresser of the soft thighs; </I></div> <div> <I>He is the one my womb loves best, </I></div> <div> <I>My high priest is ready for the holy loins."</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>"Now pour some wine between my thighs," she mumbled, pushing me back with hands wrapped around my stiffening cock, "pour some on my clit . . . . more."</I></div> <div> <I>Her thighs beneath me slightly parting, rubbing the head of my cock to her clit, between her wine drenched swollen mons veneris.  </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>"The plants and herbs in his field are ripe,</I></div> <div> <I>plow my vulva, man of my heart </I></div> <div> <I>Plow my vulva."</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>The creamy nectars of her arousal flowing from within her, mingling with the red wine, as she chanted over and over again, urging me to force my cock into her tightly clamped pussy. </I></div> <div> <I>Several struggling thrusts and no sooner in her depths she clenched her thighs, her pussy tight, pulling all my body weight to her.</I></div> <div> <I>"My weight on her must have hurt her back on that rough rock,"  I thought, but she seemed to want to suffer that for the moment.</I></div> <div> <I>"Now, . . . now," she urgently moaned, wiggling her hips beneath me that I release in her.</I></div> <div> <I>One very sudden, shuddering orgasms from her as I came.</I></div> <div> <I>"</I><I>Uuuuuuyiiaaaaiiii," a squealing shriek that echoed through the valley, "We rejoiced together, </I></div> <div> <I>he took his pleasure of me, I am in Inanna's image, the Priestess who he has liberated."</I></div> <div> <I>Again this storm was closing on us, but she seemed to delight in the flashes of lightning followed by the heavy rumbling thunder which followed closer every minute.</I></div> <div> <I>"You must take me once more before the storm," she slurred, now looking up at me.</I></div> <div> <I>"Easier said than done," I thought, my limp cock barely in her.</I></div> <div> <I>"Come closer," grabbing my wet, limp cock, pulling it to her breasts.</I></div> <div> <I>"You must take me again," in a nervous, aroused tone. Now fumbling, fondling, rubbing the head of dripping cock to her breasts, to her nipples.</I></div> <div> <I>It was such a nervous, anxious, excited  action by her, it was bringing my cock back to some form of life.</I></div> <div> <I>Whatever her reasons, her flamed enthusiasm, the urgent need was getting me aroused again.</I></div> <div> <I>"Closer," pulling my cock to her lips, "come closer. . . . . I will make you ready before the storm."</I></div> <div> <I>There was no sign of modesty or shame as she licked and sucked on my cock, with one purpose.  She was going to have a stiff one to achieve her goal. </I></div> <div> <I>"Now . . . . now . . " pushing me back, kneading my cock that I keep it rigid for her, "in me now."</I></div> <div> <I> Just as sudden, she spread her thighs, raised her knees to her breasts.  The gates to her 'kingdom' anxiously waiting to be entered.</I></div> <div> <I>It was the most uncanny timing you can imagine.  I had just driven my cock in her that I not loose my erection, and one booming crack of thunder and lightning over our heads. The wind, the violent rain pouring down on us.  </I></div> <div> <I>"oohhhh yyessss," she screamed, a piercing screech, "</I><I>Yiai,yiaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,"</I></div> <div> <I>Her fingers digging into the flesh on  my back, then to the cheeks of my ass, as trying to pull me deeper into her.  It felt as though she was taking hunks of meat from the tender of my ass. </I></div> <div> <I>In the dim, dusk light I barely saw her face, until again lit by flashes of lightning.  The rain pouring off me to her face.  It was as though she had found heaven in that violent storm around us.  With each crack of thunder she squeezed her pussy tight around my cock in ecstasy, moaning, mumbling words of delight.</I></div> <div> <I>"ohhh plleeaassee, " she whimpered, "stay in, stay in me, just a little while longer. Your throbbing feels so warm. Just a little longer, then we can have our wine and talk."</I></div> <div> <I>"This rock isn't hurting your back?"  I asked</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes," she mumbled, "but it had to be like this.  You can help me up now please."</I></div> <div> <I>"And now what is your wish?" I asked, pouring rain, thunder, lighting, it didn't seem to matter.</I></div> <div> <I>"No wish, just enjoy what we have here," reaching for a glass of wine, "and my secret is simple."</I></div> <div> <I>"Tell me," making ourselves comfortable beneath the rocky ledge.</I></div> <div> <I>"Revel in pleasure while your life endures. In eager quest of what your heart desires, and do as it prompts you."</I></div> <div> <I>"I understand what all that means . . . . but what does that have to do with these past few days?"</I></div> <div> <I>"How can we appreciate all of the natural, if we pleasure the most natural, in un-natural surroundings?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then what was this screaming Goddess thing?"</I></div> <div> <I>"My insurrection against all that time and society have deprived us of. There are no more Goddess' of the natural anymore.  They have all been destroyed by other myths and fables. Now I feel I am the first again."</I></div> <div> <I>She smiled, brushing her drenched hair from her face. </I></div> <div> <I>What she said made more sense than I have heard from many who claim to be much wiser.  It is curious to me how writers boast about the invention of sin. If this is true, we should be the reverse of grateful for it. How could the natural act between man and woman, in the palm of nature offend any God.</I></div> <div> <I>We sat there under the ledge, rain cascading in front of us from above like a curtain, watching the display of the storm. </I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>fini . . ?    I would say, just the begining,</I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div>  <embed src="HTMLobj-452/Ophelia3.wav" autostart="true" width="145" height="70">  </div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>