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[ Obligatory caution:  adult material lies ahead.  If you cannot buy
  a ticket to an NC-17 movie, then you shouldn't be reading this. ]

Copyright (c) 1998 by Anne Arbor    (AnneArbor@hotmail.com)


El Nino
 by Anne Arbor

    We had a busy weekend of the usual - Saturday saw yard work
during the day and entertaining friends for dinner at night, and
Sunday yet more gardening.  The abnormally heavy winter storms have
turned our landscaping into a soggy rain forest of weeds, invading
Bermuda grass, and leggy branches.  It seems that we will never catch
up.  By Saturday evening we were both tired.  Sunday morning we made
a date for an early bedtime, and when 9pm arrived, the dog had had
its final excursion in the back yard, the doors were locked, and we
were turning out the lights on our retreat to the bedroom.  I still
hadn't told him I was leaving him.

    He is in bed first, naked as always, watching me putter for a few
extra minutes, then I discard my own sweats and join him.  I lie on
my back, eyes closed, feeling the day drain out of me.  He curls to
my side and his left hand roams across my skin.

    This time we were slow.  The pads of his fingertips find turgid
nipples and soft curves.  Between my legs I warm and blossom and
twitch.  I knew he would eventually get there.  When he touches me
this delicately, I know he's drifting his fingers across the little
hairs on my skin.  He finds my belly.  Grazes my pubic hair.  Diverts
to my hipbones, first one then the other.

    My legs part.  It is a signal, and he returns.  My own left hand
finds him, his hardness rising out of his thatch of curly hair.  He
throbs in my fist while his fingers gently separate me and dip into
my slickness.  My eyelids flutter.

    "I want you," he whispers, and I hum a welcoming response,
squeezing his cock, opening my legs still further.  He tugs on my
hip.  "Get on top of me."  I roll on my side, facing him, and begin
to mount him, th>
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