Author: Pavel Nabokov
Keywords: MF, non-fiction, older man, young woman
Summary: Her overpowering scent filled him with a lust he hadn’t enjoyed in thirty years.
July, 2008
© Copyright 2008 by, Pavel Nabokov
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This story is consensual in nature and contains a fantasy of explicit detailed sexual content. It is Adults Only material. If this type of reading material offends you – you do not want to read this story. Story codes generalize the story to provide the reader a sense of its content.
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Waves of heat eddies rose from the dark pavement and deck planks like languid angry menacing demons. Their wicked smiles reveled in the knowledge as each passer-by they touched loathed them as they licked their victims with searing heat against bare skin. As their next catch of the day approached they struggled to cluster together trying with all of their might to stay as close to the surface as possible so like an attacking army they could swarm her. But the laws of physics could not stop their flight - rising as they always did to live a very short life.
But as new life sprang from the surface they were greeted first with her utterly smooth textured silky legs covered in minuscule droplets of sweat. As she moved slowly the sunlight reflecting off her moist skin and sweat beads made her exposed skin twinkle. It was innocently erotic beyond measure. With great delight they swarmed her biting her flesh and with their searing heat they maneuvered to scorch as much of her flesh as possible.
Tactical orders were sent to the lower eddies from the top telling the newest demons to rise higher before the attack in an effort to save their heat. The next army swarmed her perfect knees and the sweaty fold behind them then up her milky white thighs. Some managed to sneak through between her thigh and loose cuffed shorts burning her flesh as high as possible before their death. Several managed to invade close to her thong, their flight slowed by the firm sculptured flesh and curvature of her bottom – bouncing off the flesh then ricocheting upward only to be pleasantly delayed again.
Some of the army’s clustered divisions made it to her arms, and bare midriff as the larger and stronger eddies seared at her face and ears. They covered as much of her flesh as possible as she ambled slowly along.
It was only at the last flickers of their short life that they became enraged and hated her beyond measure. She had deceived them and her treachery caused them unbridled agony. You see this was only the third time this season that Morgan had been truly warm and content – ecstatic that the heat had finally warmed her always cold body through and through. The warm droplets of accumulated sweat would merge together and stream down her exposed flesh. Her skin being free to the elements was rare and unmistakably sensual to her. She blamed herself for wearing a thong. Had she not, the fabric would not have absorbed the sweat running down from her stomach. It would have continued further gliding over her pubic arch and then finding her cleft following the ridges and valleys over her clit tickling her in delight. She wanted to feel her sweat covered butt cheeks gliding past each other as she strolled with the hope that some of the beads of moisture would roll onto and across her rose bud. Anything that touched Morgan felt sensual, and this day she was consumed in an endless orgasm of delight and warmth.
She laughed at the enraged voices she heard calling her a deceitful bitch and liar as the millions of eddies lives flickered to an end. She also heard their screams of despair. She’d heard it all before and much louder than these sorry little misery makers. They died in grueling anguish because at the last second before their extinction and consciousness faded she thanked them for their blessing of heat.
She paused at the door before entering, breathing deeply the warm air into her lungs. She knew it was much cooler inside, but today that was fine. Today, it would take her a long time to cool slightly after her ninety minute walk. As she opened the door, her last fleeting thought was that had she taken this walk entirely naked, she would have felt a sublimely more heightened state of eroticism. Not that she was an exhibitionist – Morgan simply didn’t care. Only the practical constraints of being arrested were a cause of concern.
She knew he would either be in the kitchen or in his office when she closed the door. He didn’t know it, but it in the wintertime he always made her feel colder than she truly was. All he wore year-round was a simple white t-shirt, and either dark blue sweat pants or sweat shorts. Morgan on the other hand was the definition of overly layered non-fashion. In the wintertime whether she was inside where it was warm or outside in the elements didn’t matter. Morgan’s definition of winter was any temperature under seventy degrees.
As always she walked inside saying, “Hi Justin,” then sat on the steps to the sunken living room and removed her shoes, waiting for his reply.
“Hey Morgan,” was the reply. He was in the kitchen, and Morgan was hopeful that he had recently made a fresh pot of coffee. Putting her small boots neatly on the side of the first step where nobody would trip, she stood up and walked into the kitchen.
He turned to look at her as she walked through the door. She looked more tired than usual but nonetheless - Morgan was always glowing and excited about life… at least on the outside. He was a little shocked to see her so scantily dressed in only her shorts and halter top. That only happened a few times a year as typically Morgan had a five layer minimum. Morgan was really the best friend of Justin’s older son. They had been the best of friends for as long as Justin could remember. They both loved each other, but the relationship was strictly platonic, much to Morgan’s dismay. Justin had watched Morgan grow up starting in seventy grade. Now a woman, Morgan was lovelier than ever before. Next year she would achieve her first stepping stone on the road to becoming a Teacher - her bachelorrate degree.
He was unsure at what point Morgan started regarding him as a close friend; talking about her most intimate secrets and yearnings with him. She would randomly call him on the phone at the strangest of times to tell him about her latest conquest, failure, or gross misjudgment. It had become a ritual for them both. It was only unusual because Justin was much older than his looks would betray. He’d never admit to being a Senior Citizen, but he was. Yet his brain still considered itself as being in his late twenties simply because he had always thought and pretty much acted that way. Nothing seemed to ever shock him, or at least no one could tell if he truly was. No matter what he was told, Justin was not critical of the information he was given, but he did look beyond it to try and help the person avoid any potential danger. He was most accepting, and took the person for face value. But he did this for only a few special people, and Morgan was one of them. She made his life richer, and he delighted in her energy. Treating him as a peer she gave him the gift of her exuberant youth and enthusiasm regardless of how amazing or catastrophic it happened to be at the time. It made him feel young again, and for that alone he loved her deeply.
She smiled her amazing smile at him as she closed the distance between them. She knew he would give her a nice hug whether she wanted it or not. He did sense that she didn’t mind, and that was good enough for him. He hugged her for many reasons. He loved the warmth of her slender arms around him and her small body close to him. Mostly though, it was to sense her energy – to know how she was feeling inside. As open as Morgan was verbally, mostly she had her feelings buried deep within her. Lastly, it was because she was simply one of the most breathtaking women he had ever hugged. She was as rare as a black diamond.
Morgan was not classically beautiful, but she was as sweet and as cute a female as he had ever known. She was a very pretty quasi tom-boy, always trying to hide her femininity with loose fitting cloths, and no make-up. Her medium rich hued brown hair fell half way down her back and was more or less combed without regard to the straightness of the part. No bows in her hair, no frills, no girlie stuff as Morgan would say. Morgan was just a bit over five-foot tall, tiny and petite with small breasts, narrow hips and the most incredibly cute behind as had ever been created. But that was only a very small part of what drew your eyes to her. Morgan radiated an inner glow that was mesmerizing. There was a lightness and strength about her that mixed together with devil and angel to marry the spiritual side of her to the physical. To Justin, she was a masterpiece. He sensed that she knew he thought this way about her, but she was kind enough not to say anything to him about it, or avoided the topic deliberately.
Morgan believed herself to be a romantic, yearning for love… or was it just the constant search for sex because that was so much safer, and so much less stressful. Was it her sexual appetite that put her off from really seeking a full meaningful relationship for fear of being unfaithful… getting caught and then having what was left of her fragile heart broken entirely? Or was there some deeper feeling that she had and truly felt as if she didn’t deserved a satisfying long-lasting relationship with someone she truly loved and could hold up to her strong need for frequent sexual stimulus?
Morgan was extremely intelligent, a fantastic and serious student. How could she not see that the men, and boys she chose to have sex with were all far beneath her own personal standards? He believed that she selected these males simply because of that. They all turned out to either not have jobs, be scandalous rogues, alcoholics or drug abusers if they were that good. Not that some of them weren’t truly nice people inside - a few were; but they were all lost boys not searching or caring about their dubious futures, let alone anyone else’s. Morgan deserved much, much more.
When not working diligently on her schoolwork, or laboring to support herself, Morgan sought out the world’s variety of recreational drugs to amuse and stimulate her – to escape into that comfortable world free from worry and cares. She delighted in that escape, and did it as often as she could. Morgan loved life, even though most of that life was a fantasy of what life should be.
Morgan’s love for sex had no rival as far as Justin knew. She was a woman who enjoyed sex more… and more often than any man he had ever met save one. Morgan’s sex drive was so active that by her early twenties she had bedded more nationalities of men, and boys than he believed could possibly exist on the planet Earth. He knew deep down that her quest for satisfaction might only be complete if she ever had the chance to bed an alien… and she’d do it in a heart beat as long as it had one or more penises. She tried other women, but that did not work out well. Justin’s son had described Morgan’s sexual appetite as her idea of an ice-breaker when meeting a new man, or boy. Justin knew this because he was notified weekly of her latest conquest. She had the sex drive of a man with female body parts. If she could have had a penis, she would accept it gratefully as long as she didn’t have to exchange it for her pussy. That was never an option. Morgan defined what every guy in the world claimed that they wanted, but were terrified of the prospect after having met her.
Justin was insatiably curious about Morgan, like an itch that could never get scratched. She was a contradiction in every way possible, she was kind and generous, over the top outrageous, outspoken beyond measure, and yet so sweet as to be someone you just wanted to hold because she needed that comfort and solace. His curiosity was boundless on subjects that interested him, and he delved into them deeply when he felt moved to do so; which was not that uncommon. Perhaps it was a bit Clintonesque, but what he was curious to see was her naked. He wanted to see if his fantasy of her was accurate, and until this day – this very hot day, he had denied that even to himself.
She was drenched in sweat. Her wet cleavage had soaked through her halter top. His arms went around her as he pulled her close to him. Immediately he was at once startled and transported to a sensual world he could not have possibly fantasized about. He was startled because of Morgan’s strong body scent. It was unlike anything that he had ever encountered before. While much stronger than a boys high school locker room, it had none of the jarring harshness – that blatant assault on the olfactory senses that is wholly insufferable. He inhaled quietly but deeply and it showered over him like a soft blanket as he leaned in to her neck to single out this magical toxin. So startled was he that the hug was going on longer than appropriate - he had to let her go, but he stayed as close to her as he could without being obvious… or was he?
The scent was rich and full bodied, heavy with a slightly sweet sour feminine muskiness. Nearly overpowered by the musk, the top notes were jasmine mixed with honeysuckle. The mid notes were a weighty mix of rich caramel and butter, and the end notes were her assembled masses of pheromones eager to invade his senses and consciousness itself tearing through his body in a flood and attacking his sexual drive center like a missile. She reeked of sex whether she realized it or not. After two more deep breaths he had to stop, he couldn’t go any further. But his mind wouldn’t let him stop thinking about it, or looking at her in amazement and awe. He had to go into the dining room and sit down.
Justin was a wine collector, and to him he had just nosed the most spectacular new varietal available, but it was incomplete. After he sat down, and as Morgan followed him, he could see the sweat on her tummy at eye level. He wanted to taste her, to sip this lovely intoxicant by licking her from her navel up past her cleavage to her neck. He wanted to roll it around in his mouth and taste its rich nuances. He wanted never to forget it and his curiosity was at an all time high. It took all of his will power to attempt to behave normally. He didn’t know if that was possible, or if he pulled it off successfully. As she sat down, she tossed her ankle over his knee stretching her leg out. That perfect leg covered in perspiration was the essence of silkiness - pale and solid. He wanted to lick her leg. He so wanted to taste this nectar that it tore through him to his very core.
The scent wafted from her leg to his nostrils attacking him yet again. Then he understood fully his desire. He didn’t want the pleasure of sexual release from Morgan at all, no that he couldn’t do - ever. She required stamina from her man, and he could no longer deliver that. He knew he was no longer physically appealing, even to himself. But he did want to show her what love felt like. He didn’t want to be just some hungry man, or boy using her to fulfill their desires. At that precise moment he wanted to connect with her at a deeper level, probably something that she was terrified of. But he believed that she truly needed to understand that and perhaps had only tasted a few times. Fully clothed he yearned for her to be naked as he touched and licked all of her body. He wanted to love her to a massive orgasm, watch her movements, and to hear her love sounds as he did. No, it was not a selfless act; his reward would be her acceptance of this gift, and to satisfy his burning curiosity. Even that was far too much to even ponder. He was as rattled as he had been in thirty years. He thought that this recalled memory from his early days of passion was long dead, but his twenty year old mind laughed at the thought. Yet what Morgan unknowingly gifted him with today was something that he had never experienced.
He had to get further away from her scent. It was simply too compelling. It defined for him the essential basic animal nature of the sex drive fully realized. He had to come back to some modicum of normality. He couldn’t risk loosing this most precious of friendships, or worse loose her trust.
“Coffee,” he asked?
“YES,” she exuberantly screamed and smiled at him.
He stood up quickly and went across the kitchen to prepare the coffee. He took his time, trying to get the memory of that magical scent out of his mind while steadfastly wanting to remember it.
When he returned, she had started her monologue of recent events as he placed the coffee cup in front of her. Standing away from her as far as practical, he opened the sliding glass doors close by, set his cup on a counter, and lit a cigarette. Soon enough he had composed himself and was reasonably back to normal, listening as he always did her tales of happiness and concern, joy, sexual triumphs, failures, heartache and sadness. As the torrent of images and desires flooding his mind faded along with her scent, he thankfully returned to his senses.
As she continued to speak he thought mostly of wanting her to find her match. That meant a man of intellect, humor, and absolute loyalty, a man with a strong drive to provide them with a wonderful future. It would take someone handsome enough to titillate her senses, and tender enough to hold and comfort her – someone to cuddle with. He had to be someone that she could share and explore outrageous fantasies with - a man strong enough to let her care for him. He would also need a super libido and the stamina to go with that, just to keep up with her needs.
As the sun faded the viscous heat eddies died away in the cool of the evening air. Morgan was still Morgan, and whatever she wanted to be and share with Justin was more than enough sustenance for a weeks worth of normal dullness. Morgan had as always touched his heart and his soul; today she touched him in a very different place never to be forgotten. He was very grateful to her for that privilege and honor.
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