Article 112384 of alt.sex.stories:
From: CynTil8Ing@aol.com (Cindy and Rick)
Subject: The Bike Trip Complete (Chap 1-6)
Date: Thu, 07 Dec 1995 20:44:06 GMT

			      Chapter 1
			       By Cindy

	I was out by the road on the John Deere the first time you
rode by. I love spending an early summer evening mowing, the smell of
freshly cut grass tickling my nose, the vibrations of the tractor
making other parts of my body tingle deliciously. I clear my mind
completely, and just enjoy the sights, smells, and sounds of the world
around me.

	You came up the road from behind. I didn't see you until you
had already passed by. You were bent over the bike, so I didn't see
your face, but I definitely noticed the powerful legs, the wonderful
ass and the slim hips, tightly covered in black bike shorts. I sighed
as I watched you disappear down the road, my mind imagining those slim
hips between my outstretched thighs, that wonderful ass clenching
underneath my hands. I continued mowing, still thinking of you, idly
wondering what you were doing cycling down my road; a road in the
middle of nowhere.

	I was almost finished mowing when I saw your bike coming back
up the road. I felt a small shiver run through my body as I slowed the
tractor to watch you approach. You stopped just a few feet from me,
smiled and began to speak. The tractor was loud, and I was wearing
headphones, so I couldn't hear a word you were saying. I held up my
hand, signaling you to wait for a moment, shut off the tractor, and
took off my headphones. I smiled back and said, "I'm sorry... You were
saying?" You told me that you had apparently taken a wrong turn
somewhere, and now had no idea where you were. I asked where you were
heading, and you mentioned the name of a town about 35 miles away.
"Um, I don't think you'll make it there tonight. I hope you don't have
someone waiting for you." You shook your head and said "No, but I
heard about a restaurant there that is supposed to have the best
steaks in all of the state. I've been thinking about a thick juicy
steak all afternoon."

	"Oh, I know just the one you're talking about, it's my
favorite. I go there a couple of times a month. I tell you what, I was
planning on going into town this evening anyway to do some shopping.
If you like, we can toss the bike in the back of my truck and I'll
give you a ride."

	You smiled and said, "I'd really appreciate that, but only on
one condition - that you let me buy you dinner for all your trouble."
Just what I wanted you to say! "It's a deal," I replied, "I'll need to
finish the yard while it's still light, it should only take 15 minutes
or so. I'll take you up to the house, get you a drink, and show you
where you can clean up. No offense, but you are a bit, um, fragrant."
You bowed gallantly and replied "Please accept my most sincere
apologies ma'am. I will soon present myself as a suitable dinner
companion, if you will just show me the way." We headed up to the
house, chatting about the weather and other nonsense.

	I showed you to the guest cottage, an old converted shed
around the back of the house. Actually, it's never used, except by me.
I have my PC there, and whenever I get the urge, I hide out there for
hours or for days, writing like there's no tomorrow. "The bath is
through there." I pointed, "I'll have to run in the house to get you
some towels. I'll be back in a few minutes." I quickly went to the
house, grabbed a few towels, and headed back. I walked in, and heard
the shower running already. Smiling impishly, I pushed the door open
with my foot and walked right in. You were just getting in, and all I
got to see was one calf and a foot disappear behind the glass doors.
"I put the towels on the toilet. Is there anything else you need?" The
door slid back and you poked your head out, smiled, and said "Well,
since you mention it, I think I got some grease on the back of my leg.
Have I washed it off?" You opened the door wider, presenting the back
of your leg for my inspection.

	"Oh, it's still there. Here, let me get that for you." I
replied as I pulled my t-shirt over my head, kicked off my sneakers,
and slipped out of my shorts and panties. Brazenly, I stepped right
into the shower with you. Your mouth dropped in surprise, followed by
your eyes, as they quickly ran up and down my body. "Well, um," you
stammered, "I can't seem to take my eyes off of you. I suppose you'll
have to reach around."

	I stepped forward and began running my hands over you. I
melted right into your body as the hot water streamed over us. The
warmth of the water and your arms around me felt wonderful. I reached
down for the soap and started to rub it across your chest. I worked my
hands up over your shoulders and down your arms, rubbing the soap
everywhere. I worked my way across your chest and down your stomach.
My hands wandered down to your hips. I could feel your hardness
growing against me, but I wasn't going to touch you yet, just teasing
for now. I put the soap down and pressed my body up against yours.
Rubbing my breasts on your chest and my tummy across yours ... the
lather allowing me to slide up and down and side to side. The
sensations were making my nipples so hard. I rubbed them against your
chest and could feel your cock growing still harder against my leg.

	You reached for the soap and began to lather my back. I
pressed my hips closer to yours as my chest slipped and slid against
you. Your hands worked my back, massaging and rubbing, then worked
their way down to my ass, cupping my cheeks as the soap fell to the
shower floor. You pulled me close as you lowered your mouth to mine,
passionate kisses, our tongues probing and lashing each other.

	I broke our hold and slowly slid down onto my knees. The water
ran over your shoulders, showing a trail in the suds of where I had
been. The lather washed down the drain. I kissed down your chest,
lingering over your nipples to nip and tease them with my teeth. My
kisses ventured down across your belly and down to your hips. My
fingers traced up the inside of your legs, teasing the inner thigh,
until I reached your balls, caressing and fondling them.

	I lightly pushed you back a step so that the water could wash
the rest of the soap away. Then I took your cock into my hand. It
jumped to my touch. Holding it firmly at the base, I ran my fingers
down the shaft toward the head. Running my finger slowly around the
head, I looked up to see you intently watching my every move. When my
eyes locked with yours, I took the head of your cock into my mouth.
You closed your eyes and let out a deep moan.

	I slowly took you into my mouth, my hand working with my mouth
to form one long tight tunnel. I could feel the muscles tense in your
legs. With my free hand I fondled your balls, lightly teasing them. I
pulled back, releasing you slowly. I licked up from the bottom of your
shaft, to where that vein meets the head in the sweet sensitive
triangle. Flicking my tongue across this, your knees almost buckled.

	I ran my tongue around the head of your cock. I started off in
wide circles at the edge and worked my way in to the tip, the circles
getting smaller and smaller. I was rewarded with a large drop of pre-
cum waiting for me when I reached my goal in the middle. I touched my
finger to it, slowly pulling my finger back as it stretched,
glistening between my finger and your cock. When the string broke, I
brought my fingertip to my lips, savoring the taste. I took you back
into my mouth, sliding in and out. My hand worked feverishly as my
mouth continued to suck as deep as I could. As I moved faster, I could
feel the tension building. Your moans got louder and your hips moved
in rhythm with my strokes. I reached behind you to feel your ass
tighten as you thrust in and out of my mouth. It was every bit as sexy
as I had earlier imagined.

	I knew you were about to come. I wanted to put you over the
edge so I took you deep in my throat, completely surrounded by my
lips, my nose pressed against your pubic bone. This sensation was all
it took, you started to throb and unload your hot cum down my throat.
I released you from my mouth and let your cum spray hot and sticky,
all over my mouth and face.

	I continued to stroke your shaft, slowly but firmly. I wanted
to keep you hard. I stood up and kissed you, letting you taste your
cum on my lips. The water washed away the remainder. You obviously
loved all of this because I was soon rewarded with even a firmer cock
that was ready for more...

			      Chapter 2
			       By Rick

	.... One of the benefits of riding cross country is that you
build up pretty good strength, balance and coordination... which comes
in pretty handy at a time like this...

	With your hand still grasping my engorged cock, my mouth is
covering yours. Our tongues probing, searching, exploring every
centimeter of each other's mouths. Breaking away for a breath, my
tongue glides along your cheek. I reach your ear and circle it, the
tip of my tongue lightly running through the ridges and behind it. I
take your lobe, gently nibbling and sucking on it. You are rubbing the
head of my cock against your clit as I proceed down your neck, along
your shoulder, across your collar bone and up under your chin. Lower I
descend, between your breasts, then underneath and up along the sides.
Across your exquisite breasts, I continue until my tongue teases you
around the dark aureole of your nipples, never quite touching, but
pleasing you in a torturous way. Back and forth, nipple to nipple,
almost there, but not quite. Finally when I can no longer resist, I
take your left nipple into my mouth and gently suck on it. I tease it
with my teeth and flutter my tongue against it, eliciting a soft moan
from your lips and a firmer grip on my cock. I take your right nipple
between my thumb and finger, gently rolling it between as my mouth
continues with your left.

	I allow my mouth to leave your breast and continue my journey
to paradise. My hands follow the curve of your torso, down your waist,
over your hips, as I slowly kneel, kissing and licking my way down
over your abdomen, along your pubic hair, neatly trimmed in the French
way with only a tiny triangle above and nothing over your lips.

	Avoiding your pussy for the moment, I turn you toward the
wall, your back to me. My lips leave a hot trail along your beautiful
tight ass, my tongue runs along your crack and over to your other
cheek. I descend lower still along the back of your leg, lingering for
several moments behind your knee. I bend your leg toward me, running
my tongue along the back of your calf, across the sole of your foot. I
take each beautiful toe in my mouth, one at a time and suck on them,
running my tongue between them. Your moans of encouragement press me
onward.

	I lower your leg and turn you to face me once again. Your legs
are parted in anticipation and my tongue travels slowly up the inside
of your thigh. Your hips are gyrating in anticipation, but I refuse to
be rushed. FINALLY, my mouth and tongue reach both our goals. Gently
at first, then with more pressure, my tongue touches your hard clit.
Around and around the tip of my tongue teases, stretching the
sensitive tissue surrounding your clit, and in doing so, stimulating
it.

	I put one finger in my mouth, wetting it with my saliva.
Easily, I insert it into your pussy as I continue to lick and suck on
your clit. In and out I slide it, hooking the tip of it to caress
your G-spot. Your response, "Oh, God," is encouraging. I remove it
and put it in my mouth so that I can taste you. Next I place two
fingers in my mouth and insert them both into you. Your moan is
somewhat more intense this time, "Oh, yes, oh my God," and your hips
press against my lips. Again I remove them and taste you. Finally I
lubricate three fingers, slide them up inside you, hook my fingers and
press hard, directly on your tender inner spot. Your sharp cry of
pleasure, "OH, SHIT, OH JESUS GOD," tells me I have found the perfect
pleasure spot. I continue to massage inside you and to suck and lick
on your clit at the same time. Within moments, your hips are bucking,
"I'M GOING TO COME!" your hands press my head between your legs "I'M
COMING NOW, OH GOD HERE IT IS!!" and you experience a tremendous dual
internal and external orgasm, "OH, JESUS, OH FUCK, GOD I WANT YOU IN
ME, PLEASE, PLEASE SHOVE THAT COCK INSIDE ME, OOHHHH
GGGGOOOOODDDDDDD!!!!!"

	I stand, grasp your ass and raise you off the floor. I lower
you onto my cock as your legs wrap around my hips. I press you against
the wall of the shower as I thrust, hard and deep inside you. Faster
and harder, I feel my cock head touch your cervix with each thrust. In
this position, the top of my cock slides directly across your already
sensitive clit and soon we are both on the verge of an orgasm. Your
heels are against my ass, spurring me on like a stallion as I plunge
harder... faster... deeper... HARDER... FASTER... DEEPER... until...
."OH, GOD, BABY!" I cry out, "OH, SHIT, YOU ARE SO FUCKING TIGHT AND
SO DAMNED HOT!! OH, GOD, I'M COMING... I'M COMING... I WANT TO FILL
YOUR TIGHT PUSSY WITH MY CUM... OH FFFUUUCCCKKKKK!!!!" I scream as my
orgasm over takes me. With one last hard thrust, I unload my gooey
load inside you. That last hard thrust brings you over the edge once
again as well.

	We are finally driven out of the shower by a lack of hot
water. We each take a towel and begin to dry each other off...

			      Chapter 3
			       By Cindy

	We step out of the shower, wrapping each other in soft, fluffy
towels. We leave the still steamy bathroom for the main room of the
cottage. It has gotten dark, so I switch on the small light next to
the sofabed. It casts a tiny warm glow in the room, leaving the
corners still in darkness. We slowly and leisurely dry each other,
stopping often to exchange kisses, or to caress body parts that look
particularly interesting.

	When I remove your towel, I am quite surprised to find you
still at half-mast. "My goodness, what a pleasant surprise! I'm
certainly glad he hasn't fallen asleep yet. I still have plans for
him. But first, I'm starved, and you promised me dinner. I'm going to
get dressed. I'll be back in 20 minutes." With that, I gather up my
clothes, drop my towel on the floor, and walk naked out the door, with
just a hint of an exaggerated wiggle, because I know you're watching.
When I get to the house, I just can't resist, I turn to face you,
stretch my arms up over my head, and wiggle at you. You laugh and blow
me a kiss.

	I enter my bedroom and head for the closet. I bite my lip
softly as I decide what to wear. Finally selecting a dark blue chemise
dress, I leave the closet. I paw through my lingerie drawer, searching
for something special. My hand brushes against something smooth and
silky. I pull the satin teddy out and slip it on, turning in the
mirror to check myself from all angles, running my hands down my sides
to smooth the fabric. Satisfied, I head into the bathroom. I pull my
hair up into a loose knot on the top of my head, curling the tendrils
that escape with my finger. A light dusting of powder across the tops
of my breasts, a dab of perfume at the base of my throat, a bit of
lipstick, and I'm finished. I head back into the bedroom to slip on
the chemise. Back downstairs, I grab my purse and keys, and head back
to the guest house.

	You are ready when I get there, waiting for me on the sofa.
You stand as I enter the room, a sexy little smile on your lips. I
smile back, my eyes running from the white polo shirt, stretched
tightly across your chest and biceps, down to your incredibly tight
jeans. "Mmmm," I say in appreciation, "yes, a suitable dinner
companion, without a doubt. Shall we go?"

	"In just a minute," you answer, pulling me into your arms.
"You know, I thought you were cute when I saw you on that tractor,
wearing that ratty old t-shirt and those cutoffs. But now I know
better, you're beautiful." I blush a bit, and give you a tender kiss
as thanks. The soft touch of your lips to mine chases all thoughts of
dinner away. There is no hunger except the one we're developing for
each other yet again. I reach up and caress your neck as your hands
reach into my hair, searching for the combs that are holding it up. I
hear them clink as you toss them onto the table, and feel my hair
fall, soft and still damp from the shower, against my shoulders.

	I kiss across your cheek, down your neck, and onto your chest
as I pull your shirt over your head. I feel your hands on my hips,
gathering my dress, preparing to pull it over my head. I unbutton and
unzip your jeans, then lift my arms. The dress is over my head in a
second, falling with a swish to the carpet. I hear your soft 'Mmmm' as
you admire me standing there in my teddy and heels. I push your pants
to your knees, uttering a soft grunt of surprise when I see that you
aren't wearing any underwear. You step out of your jeans as you gently
sit me back down on the sofa, kneeling between my legs. You pick up my
left leg, stroking it as you place it on your shoulder. You do the
same with the right one. Your lips come down soft and moist on the
side of my knee and you kiss your way up my thigh, stroking the other
one with the back of your hand. I lift slightly off the sofa, and you
slide your hand underneath me, gently squeezing my ass as your lips
continue their travels down my other thigh. You slowly pull your hand
from under me, searching for the snaps at the bottom of the teddy. You
find them and pull them apart, slowly folding the tail up onto my
stomach, leaving me bottomless in the soft shadows.

	I can see by the smile in your eyes as you look up at me that
you are enjoying torturing me in this way. I want, need your touch and
your kisses so badly that I groan and move my hips a little, hoping
you will take the hint. You grin as you shake your head. "Oh, Rick...
don't make me beg. Lick me, now, suck me, now, make me crazy, now...
please" I ask softly and with a slight tremor in my voice. I relax as
I feel you shift position, believing you would never really make me
beg, but that you would enjoy having me ask. You begin softly, teasing
me with just your lips, never taking your eyes from mine. As your
kisses get firmer and wetter, I can feel the wetness coming from me
yet again, slowly dripping and flowing downward. Your hand reaches for
my breast, caressing it firmly though the soft satin. It feels so
wonderful, I moan, close my eyes and arch forward into your hand.

	I slide sideways on the sofa, pulling you with me. Your lips
and tongue feel wonderful on me, but I want you inside me so badly. I
pull your hips toward me, opening my legs wide, draping one across the
back of the sofa, placing the other against the coffee table. Your
lips come down on mine as you slip inside me, making me gasp in
pleasure. I taste myself on your lips, which makes me moan again.
Your tongue dances with mine as you slowly slide in and out of me,
your fingers brushing against my neck, tangling in my hair. My hands
are on your back, feeling the muscles flex with each firm stroke,
making me crazy. I feel the orgasm building already, I just can't seem
to get enough of you. My stomach muscles tighten as I pull my legs
upward, putting my knees way up your sides, allowing you in even
further. "Ooh yeah, that's how I like it baby. Bury that cock all the
way in me. Oh yes, oh God, I'm going to cum already... so fast...
oh... oh... "

	I groan loudly, burying my face in your neck as I go over the
edge, calling your name, and grinding against you. I look into your
eyes as I grab your hips, and pull you toward me, fucking you hard,
and wildly from underneath. I hear you groan, hear your breathing
change as you move closer to your own orgasm. I slow the rhythm,
intending to take you for all you are worth, as your mouth comes
crashing down on mine. We stroke hard, together, two or three more
times, and I feel you grow impossibly hard and tense inside me, as you
too, go over the edge. I feel the quick, hard thrusts as you begin to
come, and your 'Oh God Cindy, Oh, Oh, Ahhhhhhh... ' drives me over the
edge again. We come together, loudly and passionately, for what seems
like forever. You collapse on top of me, exhausted and completely
spent, and we wait for our heartbeats to return to normal.

	After a few minutes, I reach around and pinch you playfully on
the ass. "OK, this time, I really mean it. I'm famished. I think we've
both worked up an appetite." We pull ourselves up, clean up a bit, and
get dressed again. Then, we head outside to the truck. When we reach
it, I stop, turn to you, and say "Well, I suppose it's time for the
big question. Shall we put the bike in the back, or leave it here?"...

			      Chapter 4
			       By Rick

	.... "What bike?" I whisper as I bring my lips to yours in a
soft kiss.


	With a smile, you hand me the keys and say, "You drive. You've
practically worn me out and I don't want to fall asleep on the road.
If it comes to me not being able to give you directions, your just
follow this gravel road until you come to the Y and take the left
fork. Then follow your nose, or whatever else happens to be pointing
forward until you see the sign that says 'STEAKS' and we're there."

	We climb into your pick up and I fire up the engine. You are
seated right next to me, your head on my shoulder. "I love bench
seats," you whisper. "Bucket seats were the demise of romance."

	I put it in gear and slowly take off out of the drive. As we
drive down the gravel road, I reach over to turn on the radio. A sexy
sax is playing a gritty jazz tune. "I like your choice of stations," I
say, but you have indeed dozed. I glance over at your angelic face,
your beautiful hair. The perfume you are wearing makes my heart race,
but I've discovered that everything about you does that to me.

	The driving is slow, but I don't want to wake you so I just
take my time and enjoy being near you. The vents in the truck are open
and the breeze from them is causing your dress to subtly creep up your
legs, exposing more and more of them as we drive. You have the most
beautiful legs I've ever seen. Firm, but not overly muscular, and God,
Cindy, they feel incredible wrapped around my waist.

	My hand drops to your leg as I drive, absently caressing up
and down along your thigh, outside then inside. I'm listening to the
radio when I hear you whisper, "Keep that up and we may never make it
to dinner." I look over at you and you have awaken, a sweet smile on
your face.

	"I'm sorry, I just can't seem to keep my hands off you."

	"Oh, Rick, don't ever apologize for having your hands on me. I
love the feel of your hands, your lips, your tongue and your
incredible cock on me," you say with a wicked grin. Your hand is now
caressing my thigh as I drive, down to my knee then back up to my
groin. You go up over the top of the bulge in my jeans and squeeze me
gently. "My, my... you aren't going to make it until after dinner, are
you? My poor baby, let Cindy help you with your problem." With that,
you lower my zipper and gently pull my rock hard cock from my jeans.

	You begin by slowly yet firmly stroking my shaft with your
hand. You run your hand all the way up over the head, then all the way
down to the base, milking me ever so wonderfully. You then kneel on
the seat and run your incredible tongue around the purple head, gently
over the glans. Your tongue flutters along the underside, from my
balls to the tip and back again.

	As you tantalize and torment me, my hand has reached over your
back, pulled your dress up over your hips and I am squeezing and
caressing your ass. With two fingers I am able to release the snaps
from your teddy, exposing you to my fingers. I run my fingers up and
down through the folds of your pussy, you are so wet my fingers are
soaked and I bring them to my mouth and taste them. I slip them into
my mouth, drinking your juices and soaking them with my saliva.

	Your mouth is now over my shaft, sliding up and down the
entire length. I can feel it as the head touches the back of your
throat. I can feel as your throat relaxes and you take me even
further.

	My hand returns to your ass. I run my fingers all the way from
asshole to clit and back again. My God, you are SO WET!!

	My cock is soaked from your mouth. I can feel the throbbing
coming from within. Your tongue is all over me, licking, stroking,
flicking and fluttering. The suction from your mouth is like a vacuum.

	I insert three fingers into your wet pussy and they slide in
so easily. In and out I run them. My little finger is massaging your
clit as my other fingers slide in and out of your love box. My thumb
caresses your rosebud, my fingers slide in and out, my pinkie presses
your clit, you moan with a mouthful of my cock, "Oh, God... ". My
thumb presses against your asshole, you moan again, "Oh, sweet
Jesus... " My thumb begins to enter you, VERY slowly, centimeter by
centimeter. "Oh, fuck, is there no end to what you can do to my body?"
you say. You have stopped sucking me to concentrate on what I am doing
to you, although you continue to stroke me and keep me hard.

	My thumb is now all the way inside you, my fingers are in your
pussy, my pinkie is circling your clit and you are rocking back and
forth against my hand sending me deeper inside you. "Oh God, oh shit,
oh Jesus Christ I want you inside me. Oh, please Rick, God I need you
again... " You pull forward and I remove my hand from you. You climb
between me and the steering wheel, straddling my lap, taking my cock
and guiding me into you. We continue down the bumpy gravel road, but
I've lost all concept of control. My foot is pressed harder against
the accelerator. As we bump along the road I am naturally thrust all
the way inside you. Deeper and deeper with every rut in the road I am
slamming inside you, my pelvic bone ramming against your clit harder
and faster, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The music on
the radio is now an utterly intense Buddy Rich drum solo that makes
the cab of the truck pulsate. You rock your hips and press against me
in a way that stimulates your clit and my cock for our ultimate mutual
pleasure.

	"Cindy, oh my God Cindy... " I pant.

	"Fuck me, Rick, fuck me like you've never fucked anybody in
your life. I want to be the only woman you ever think about making
love with... "

	"Oh God, oh CINDY, OH GOD... !" I scream above the music as I
reach the most intense orgasm I've ever had.

	"Yes, Baby, I'm here... Cindy's coming lover... I'm coming
with you Rick... oh, yeah... OH GOD, YEEEEESSSSSSSSSS... !!" as your
climax comes right on top of mine.

	Slowly, I release the accelerator and glance down at the
speedometer: 85... 80... 70... 60... 55... 40... 35... just then I
glance at the road and the Y is directly ahead of us. I turn to the
left and say, "It's a good thing you gave me those directions,
although I didn't quite expect to need them for this reason... "

	You climb off of me and back onto the seat. You gently return
me to me not so upright position and zip me back up. You then say,
"Oh, to hell with it," and magically remove your teddy from under your
dress. "This thing is obviously just going to keep getting in the way
tonight."

	A few more minutes and a few more miles down the road we see
the big "STEAKS" sign. I slow and pull into the driveway. "I don't
know about you, but I'm just going to order the biggest thing on the
menu. I have a feeling I'm going to need it to keep up my strength
tonight," I grin.

	With a wicked smile, you say, "I've already had the biggest
thing on the menu tonight, but I'm sure they'll have something that
I'll enjoy."

	I'm still blushing as we walk into the restaurant... "You're
cute when you do that," you tease...

			      Chapter 5
			       By Cindy

	We walk into the restaurant. It's a bit crowded, even though
it's late. We make our way up to the hostess. "Oh, no," I mutter under
my breath, "here we go."

	"CINDY!!!!!" the hostess screeches when she sees me, 'Girl,
where have you been? We haven't seen you in ages! Oh... ", she giggles
as she looks at you, "now I see why you've been hiding. Who is this
handsome devil, and why have you been keeping him all to yourself?"

	"Hi Susie. No, I haven't been hiding myself, just busy. How's
Steven and the kids?" Susie pouts when she realizes that I'm am
selfishly keeping you to myself. She picks up two menus and flounces
off. We look at each other and smile, then follow her into the dining
room. "I suppose you'll want a booth in the corner," Susie
practically sneers, though with a twinkle in her eye, and a hint of a
grin. "Yes, Susie, thanks... See you later," I reply as she tosses the
menus on the table.

	"One of the peculiarities of small town living," I sigh, as we
slide to the back of the booth, "People are so nosy. I can hear Susie
now when she gets home tonight... 'Oooh, you should have seen that
young stud Cindy brought into the restaurant tonight... ' By tomorrow,
it'll be all over town."

	"Maybe we shouldn't have come here," you reply with a wicked
little grin, "if you want to keep me your little secret."

	"Are you kidding?" I laugh, "Oh no, call me horrible, but I
just *loved* that green look on her face. Besides," I continue,
snuggling closer, "had we stayed home, we wouldn't have had that most
wonderful ride. I don't think I'll ever ride down that bumpy road
again without a smile on my face."

	Aside from a few touches under the table, a few shared
glances, some wonderful conversation, and a delicious meal, dinner
passed uneventfully. You put your arm around me and I snuggled close
as we finished our coffee and waited for the check. Susie was busy
with a customer, and only gave us a knowing little smile as we left
the restaurant.

	Back in the parking lot, you pull me into your arms once
again. "I want to hold you like this all night," you whisper softly
against my neck, "And what I'd really love right now is some slow jazz
and you in my arms." "Mmmm," I reply, "that does sound wonderful, but
you forget where we are. About the only dancing we'll find around here
is a smoke-filled redneck bar, where they check the size of your
belt-buckle before they let you in. But I have a much better idea.
Let's go for a ride."

	It's a beautiful, clear, warm night as we drive out of town
and back onto the gravel road. We have the windows down, and the radio
low, so we can hear the crickets and tree frogs make the night come
alive. About two miles from my house, I tell you to turn right onto
an even smaller gravel road, that leads down into the woods. We pull
into a little clearing and you park the truck. You walk around to my
side as I turn up the radio, smiling as I hear the slow sensuous music
coming from the speakers. You pull me into your arms and kiss me
deeply. The crickets and tree frogs have quieted momentarily and
there is no sound except for the soft music coming from the truck. We
begin to sway together and I feel a soft caress on the back of my
neck, I'm not sure if it is your fingers or the light breeze, but it
feels wonderful.

	The song ends, but still we remain, slowly swaying together,
everything forgotten except the feel of our bodies held tightly to one
another. Eventually, the night creatures forget about our presence and
become noisy once again. I go back to the truck, and retrieve a
blanket from behind the seat. You help me spread it and it floats
gently down on top of the pine needles. We lie down on our backs,
looking through the tree branches at the clear star-filled sky.

	"Rick," I murmur, "I'm very glad you got lost on my road. It
doesn't seem like it was just a few hours ago, does it?"

	"No, it doesn't" you answer, "and I'm glad too."

	I roll over on my stomach, my chin propped on your chest. "Do
you want to know what I was thinking when I saw you ride down the road
this afternoon?" You nod, caressing my cheek. "I only saw you once you
had passed, so I only got the rear view, but the first thing that came
to mind was the image of those hips between my legs. And I just wanted
you to know, that the reality is even better than what I imagined. And
if it's ok with you, I'm going to shut up now and seduce you."

	"I can live with that," you smile, lying there with your eyes
closed.

	I pull myself up, and straddle your hips, smiling down at you.
Your eyes open to watch me slowly pull my dress off over my head and
slide it over your face before tossing it to the side. I shiver just a
bit in the night air, and run my hands up and down my sides, my head
tilted back, my eyes closed. I lean over to kiss you, and your arms
wrap around me and hold me tightly. I pull backwards, pulling you with
me, until you're sitting. I pull your shirt up and over your head,
bending down to lick and nibble your nipples, working my way upwards,
over your chest, up your neck, over your chin, and to your lips. I
lick your lower lip with just the tip of my tongue. You reach your
tongue to mine, and when they meet, I suck it into my mouth, caressing
it with my tongue.

	I push you back down, and quickly unbutton and unzip your
jeans, pulling them off and tossing them to the side. I am astounded
as your already hard cock practically jumps into my hand. "Rick, " I
laugh, "I am truly amazed and impressed. Either I am particularly
good, or you are, next to me of course, one of the horniest people I
have ever met. But, I want you to just lie here for a few minutes and
think pure thoughts. Because what I really want is to put your soft
cock in my mouth and use my talents to make it hard."

	"But it's awful hard (no pun intended) to think pure thoughts
with you so close," you protest, "And now, with the thought of what
awaits me, it may be a truly impossible task."

	We lie quietly for a while. Every few minutes, I
surreptitiously take a peek. You're so quiet, I begin to think you may
have fallen asleep. Your breathing is deep and regular, and I'm very
tempted to just cuddle next to you and sleep myself. But, I just can't
resist. I slowly, quietly sit up, bending to you, and lightly kiss
your lower stomach. I then begin to work my way downward, bestowing
feathery light kisses as I go. You stir, just a bit, but your
breathing doesn't change. I smile and continue on, more tiny little
kisses up the shaft toward the very tip. I carefully and gently lift
you and slowly bring you into my mouth. You stir a bit more, and I
hear a tiny little moan, but your eyes remain closed and your
breathing deep.


	Enjoying this thoroughly, I take you all the way in, my tongue
slowly, leisurely, wrapping around your stirring cock. Still your eyes
remain closed, but there is now a tiny hint of a smile on your lips. I
move to position myself between your legs, lying on my stomach. My
light feathery kisses on your thighs become firmer and wetter as your
sexy scent seems to reach up and grab me. I inhale deeply and my
breath comes back out as a ragged sigh. I reach my tongue underneath
your balls, searching for that sensitive spot. The moan I am rewarded
with this time is a bit louder, and you sigh 'Oh Cindy, that feels so
nice."

	My licks, nibbles, and kisses continue upwards over your
balls. By the time I travel all the way to the tip of your cock,
you're fully hard. I pull myself up to my knees and lower my mouth on
you, taking you all the way in to the back of my throat, then slowly
back out again. I continue the process, increasing my speed, my head
bobbing until your hips begin thrusting in rhythm with me.

	"Oh God, Rick, I can't stand it anymore, I want you thrusting
like that inside me." I moan as I climb on top of you. I slide up
against you, stroking my clit with your cock a few times, before
taking you inside me. We both gasp as you slipped in, that wonderful
feeling making us both moan. Your hands hold my waist as we find the
rhythm together, your hips lifting in time with my movements. The feel
of your coarse pubic hair pressed against my clit is delicious, and I
know that another incredible orgasm won't be far away.

	I put my arms above your shoulders and lean down, my breasts
bouncing against your chest as our speed increases. You grab my ass,
crushing me against you as I feel the beginning of the orgasm. "Oh
yes, Rick, oh I'm going to cum! Ooooohhhh", I shout as the orgasm
takes control of my body, slowing down to feel every sensation. It is
incredible, my elbows buckle and I fall against you as my whole body
quivers. You wrap your arms around me, holding me tightly, still
moving beneath me. You shout "Oh God, Oh Cindy, Oh Yeah, Oh Baby, Oh
Fuck, OHHHH" into the night as your own orgasm begins. You stroke hard
into me 5 or 6 times, crying out as each stroke delivers another spurt
of hot, wet, sticky, wonderful cum. When you can deliver no more, you
let out a deep purr of contentment. We roll over on the blanket, lying
in each other's arms. I'm speechless, so I just look at you and
smile...

			      Chapter 6
			       By Rick

	.... In turn, I smile back at you, and we just continue to lay
there, arms wrapped around each other, keeping each other safe from
the rest of the world. We doze, your nose nuzzled into my neck, the
scent of your perfume, your sex and my sex all mingled into a
deliciously erotic experience.

	When we awake, the sun is just beginning to come up over the
horizon. The sunrise is beyond description with a mingling of red,
orange and yellow hues. The air is cool but refreshing against our
bodies and there is not a sound. The night creatures have gone to
their own homes and we are utterly alone together. We make love once
again, but this time it is slow and sweet. The kind of "get your
coffee and relax" morning kind of love that transcends words like
"horny" and "lust" and reaches the pinnacle of emotions like "love"
and the wonderment of just waking next to someone that you really want
to be with.

	Afterwards, I pick a daisy from the ground and place it in
your hair, help you up and help you dress. "Cindy, do you know that it
is just as erotic for me to help you put your clothes back on as it is
to help you take them off? I've never felt this way about anyone or
anything before... " Your finger on my lips cuts off my statement.

	"What we have found is perfect for right now," you say. "Let's
take this one experience at a time and just see where it all leads. I
know there are issues in my life, and I suspect there are in yours as
well, that are effecting us right now. Rick, I NEED to be with you at
this point in my life, and I think you NEED to be with me as well.
Let's not question the fate that caused you to take a wrong turn down
my road. Let's just enjoy it for now."

	"Agreed," I smile, and run my fingertips over your cheek and
down your neck.

	We fold up the blanket and return to the truck. Driving back,
you sit close to me, your arm intertwined with mine. You lean over and
whisper in my ear, "Do you have any idea how much I want you right
now?"

	"Of course I do, because I want you just as badly... but, my
love, you are just going to have to wait, because I have a special
evening planned if you let me borrow your vehicle for an hour or so."

	Intrigued, you agree. I drop you off at your house and
disappear for about an hour and a half. When I arrive back to your
house, I disappear once again, but this time into the kitchen with a
few bags in my arms. "No peeking!" I insist, as you begin to follow me
into the house. You remain on the porch and I return about 15 minutes
later with two large glasses of fresh squeezed, sweetened lemonade.

	"Since you shared what you felt when you first saw me, I will
do the same. I was nothing but frustrated when I figured out that I
was lost, but when I saw you in those 'ratty cutoffs and t-shirt' as
you so eloquently put it, you looked like a princess to me. I have
never seen such a dynamite pair of legs coming out of ratty cutoffs
before, and I must say, my dear, you have about the sexiest curves I
have ever seen and that t-shirt did nothing but accentuate that fact.
So, for all your hospitality and generosity, I am going to treat you
like that princess all day today. I will cook a wonderful meal for
you, I will draw your bath, I will wash your body and I am going to
make love with you like you have never experienced. After that, I will
be your majesty's servant, both in the house and in the bedroom and
you can do with me what you will, your highness... "

	As you relax on the porch, a cool breeze blowing across from
the west, I am in the kitchen. The aromas and sounds coming from the
open window entice you to take a peak, but a true princess would never
stoop to that, so you humor me in our little game. When the sun begins
to set, coloring the sky with purple and fuchsia tones, I join you in
another glass of lemonade. The color and wonder are so intense that we
are speechless. Finally I invite you to come in and prepare yourself
for dinner.

	I escort you through the room, skirting the kitchen so you
cannot see what awaits you. I lead you upstairs into your bathroom and
as you open the door you gasp. The claw tub is filled with steaming
water, a layer of bubbles dancing on top of the water. On every shelf
there is a candle, the flames dancing and reflecting off the mirror.
The scent of Opium perfume surrounds us as I begin to unbutton your
thin white cotton blouse. You have discovered one of my secret
passions is to see you in a white blouse, your breasts dancing
underneath as you move, the dark color of your nipples enticingly
visible through the thin material. As your blouse falls to the floor,
my tongue runs from your neckline, between your breasts and circles
your navel. Unsnapping your tight jeans, I lower them to the floor.
One quick lick across your clit is all I do.

	I help you into the tub and you ease into the steaming water.
I take a large sponge and squeeze it over your shoulders, the water
and bubbles cascading down your breasts, shoulders and back. I gently
wash every part of your body. I never touch you in a sexual way, but
the entire washing is extremely erotic in it's gentleness. You lay
back as I lather your hair, running my fingers firmly through it as I
wash your hair. You sigh as the feel of my fingertips massaging your
scalp relaxes you. My hands descend slightly and squeeze and massage
your shoulders. Again your response tells me you are enjoying your
royal treatment...

	The bath over, I help you out of the tub and proceed to dry
you off, gently blotting the water from your glistening body. I then
apply a moisturizing lotion over every inch of your bare skin with a
firm touch. While this is not intended as a sensual overture, I can
tell that it is effecting you in that way.

	Into the bedroom, on the bed is a royal blue satin robe that I
help you get on. As you reach into the pocket you find a small box.
Opening it, you find two simple diamond earrings. You begin to
protest, but I insist they are just a trifle, yet a token of my thanks
to you. Besides, every princess should be wearing diamonds when she
makes love...

	Leading you down the stairs to the kitchen, I stop and turn to
admire you. I gently take your face in my hands and bring your lips to
mine. An almost innocent kiss, yet the electricity that crosses our
bodies is incredible. I catch my breath and continue down the stairs.

	On the table are two glasses of Beringer's White Zinfandel. I
go to the stove and remove the dishes I have been preparing. Angel
Hair pasta, with bay scallops... "A specialty of the cook," I announce
as I bring the steaming plates to the table. We raise our glasses in a
toast to each other, clink them together, and sip... aaahhhh,
exquisite heaven. We eat our meal and discuss the events of the last
24 hours and their impact on our lives. Nothing is really settled, but
we are content with this moment the way it is and are accepting of
that. After the meal, I clear the table, clean the dishes and replace
everything where I found it. "There," I say, "You can't even tell a
man has been in the house."

	"On the contrary, my love, this beating in my heart tells me
surely that a man has not only been in this house, but is here as we
speak... it tells me also that if this man doesn't have desert, then
this woman does... "

	"Oh, love, I have a most splendid desert in mind... " With
that, I lift you from your chair and set you on the table. I untie the
robe and let it fall to the sides, exposing you completely to me. I
reach behind me and pull out a bowl of Cool Whip (much better for this
type of thing than that canned stuff) and proceed to place a dollop on
each breast, on your stomach and on your pussy. I begin by swirling my
tongue around and round each nipple, slowly cleaning them of the
whipped cream. Proceeding down to your stomach, my tongue probes and
searches in your navel to clean out every speck. My journey continues
to your marvelous pussy, the center of my desire, and yours as well.
Ever so slowly and softly my tongue caresses your clit. Your hips come
off the table to greet me, to assist me in bringing you to climax.

	I place two fingers inside you as I continue to lick and
caress your clit. With hooked fingers, I find your G-spot and press
against it, finger tips circling and pressing, stimulating you
internally as my mouth and tongue stimulate you externally. Your hips
are going wild now, churning, pressing, thrusting. "Oh, Rick... Oh,
yes, right there... just like that... oh, baby a little harder now...
yah, just like that... Oh... OH... OH SHIT, YES... OH GOD, OH SWEET
GOD, YES... I'M CUMMING... OH GOD I'M CUMMING... OH RIGHT
NOWWWWW!!!!...

	I climb upon the table with you and straddle your chest. I
apply more whipped cream between your breasts and lay my engorged cock
between them. You press them together as I fuck your tits, sliding in
and out between them, coating my cock with the sweet cream. "I want to
taste you," you say, opening your mouth and inviting my cream covered
cock into it. You raise your head to take me. I place my cock in your
mouth and continue to thrust my hips back and forth while your head
remains still. It's incredible to watch as my cock slides in and out
of your mouth. As I get closer and closer, I warn you that I'm about
to come. "I want you to... I want you to come in my mouth so I can
swallow all of your love... " As my contractions begin, "Oh, God,
Cindy... I'm CUMMING!!" you take me deeper into your mouth. As I begin
to pump my load down your throat I can hear you gulping my cum, taking
me inside you and drinking me down... oh, fuck, there is nothing more
incredibly erotic than a woman that would do that for a man. A woman
with no hang-ups, a woman who loved EVERY aspect of the sexual
experience.

	Our hearts return to normal, eventually, and we look around at
the whip creamy mess we have made all over ourselves... and giggle...

	Now, your highness, as promised... what is your bidding???...