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Magical Weekend (MF, rom)
by Troy (tpierce@sprynet.com)
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This story contains adult language and explicit sexual situations
and is NOT intended for minors. If you are a minor or offended by
material of a sexual nature, do not continue reading this.
Copyright, 1996. By Troy. Comments to tpierce@sprynet.com
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A Magical Weekend
I paced the floors outside the USAir boarding gates in
Boston's Logan Airport. "Damn" I whispered for the umpteenth
time in the past half hour. Heightened security measures
wouldn't allow me to wait outside the gate itself. Only
ticketed passengers were allowed beyond the checkpoint.
It had been weeks since I'd last seen you and the closer to
your arrival time it got, the slower the clock seemed to
move. Once again, I looked at the monitor. The flight
hadn't arrived, but was still on time. At least that was a
plus.
A small crowd of families and friends filtered in to meet
loved ones. Children ran from window to window squealing "I
see Daddy's airplane!". I smiled as I watched, feeling as
much excitement as they, but also frustration at having to
wait at the end of a hallway that stretched forever.
Finally the monitor changed the plane's status to "IN" and I
joined the children at the windows. I knew that I had no
way to tell which plane was yours, but it beat pacing.
Before long the first of the passengers trickled down the
hall and in spite of the fact that my eyes were above most
of the crowd, I craned my neck to search.
Grandparents were met with hugs; lovers by passionate
kisses; fathers and mothers with smiling faces and feet that
just wouldn't stay still. The hallway thinned as the crowds
drifted off to the luggage carrousels. But still I hadn't
spotted you. I felt the first twinge of concern as I saw
the flight crew walking toward me, already planning an
evening on the town.
Finally, there you were. Smiling, you walked toward me,
your progress like drinking honey through a straw. As you
passed through security, you dropped your carry on bag and
flew into my arms. Our lips meeting with the pressures of
pent up passion and weeks of need.
When we broke our embrace, we were alone. "God, I've missed
you, Cindy! Let's get your luggage, I can't wait to get to
the Inn." I whispered as I breathed deeply of your perfume.
Your suitcase was the only one remaining and we arrived just
in time to claim it from the airline's security people.
Hand in hand we hurried to the car and as I finished putting
your things in the trunk with mine I felt soft hands on my
back caressing me gently but urgently. I closed the trunk
as those hands wound around my waist, one moving to my
chest, the other to the tent in my pants.
You sighed and leaned your head on my back as your hands
lingered on more sensitive parts. "It's been too long,
Troy." You whispered.
I turned in your arms, took your chin in my fingers and
lifted your lips to mine once more. This kiss was slower,
and spoke of love as well as need. We held each other a few
moments more, then parted with a sigh.
The drive to the Woods Hole ferry was a little over an hour
and along the way we talked and touched and teased and made
plans for the weekend. The rest of the world was forgotten.
We boarded the ferry to Martha's Vineyard and found seats on
the top deck, forward. It was a beautiful June day and the
heat of the sun only added to the fire that burned inside us
both. We weren't the only couples locked in each other's
arms, but it wouldn't have mattered if we were.
As the ship throttled back to dock at Oak Bluffs we moved to
the exit with purpose. At the end of the long wooden pier,
we decided to walk the two blocks to the bed & breakfast
that I'd chosen rather than wait for a taxi.
The Oak House was a quaint Victorian, just across the road
from the beach, with the friendliest staff imaginable. The
owner showed us to the Tivoli Room on the second floor.
She'd told us that it was the best room in the house, and
didn't exaggerate. With obvious pride, she showed us around
the well appointed room and spacious bath, then quickly,
left us with a smile and an invitation to tea on the
terrace.
The door had hardly stopped moving before I took you in my
arms. Our kisses were heated, our breathing heavy. My hand
cupped your breast and I felt a small shudder and soft sigh.
Even through your clothing I could feel your nipple; as hard
as my cock.
You gave a gentle push. We fell together into the bed and
it triggered a frenzy of unbuttoning, unzipping, untying and
flying articles of clothes. We were naked in seconds and
exploring each other's bodies.
My hand again found your soft, warm breast. My thumb teased
the nipple even harder and the moan I tasted in our kiss was
delicious. My kisses moved across your cheek as my
fingertips stroked your breast as softly as a whisper,
ending each stroke by caressing the nipple and squeezing it
gently. My lips moved to your neck and the smell of your
perfume filled my senses again.
My tongue traced a line across your shoulder; my teeth
playfully nibbled the fleshy muscle at the base of your neck
and your moans told me I hadn't forgotten the spot. I
followed your collar bone to the hollow at the base of your
throat and licked from there to your chin. I knelt above
you and kissed your chin, your left cheek, your right cheek,
your eyes and the tip of your nose.
I kissed your throat again, lower and lower until my face
was between your breasts. I could feel their fire on my
cheeks and I used both hands to press them tightly against
me. I turned my head left and right, allowing my lips to
drag across your soft skin from the base of each orb to the
crinkled tip. Back and forth, my mouth opening wider with
each pass, my tongue seeking the stiff treat my lips felt.
At last, my tongue circled your nipple. "Mmmmm!" you sighed
as I inhaled you into my mouth.
I moved to your side and watched my fingers stroll down your
tummy, toying with your navel and feeling the short, curly
hairs just below. I flattened my palm on your mons and
rubbed slow circles. You lifted your hips to press against
me harder and my fingers touched the smooth skin of your
pussy's lips.
My fingers moved up and down, pressing into you with every
stroke. Your legs separated like they had a will of their
own and you moaned each time I touched your clit.
My finger was coated with your juices. I brought it to my
tongue and sucked it clean and you smiled as you watched. I
dipped my finger in you once again and coated your lips with
your wetness. Then I kissed you, my tongue dancing across
your lips seeking the wonderful tastes of you.
My need for you was overpowering and with our lips till
together, I moved atop you. My cock found what it wanted
and slowly entered. We both sighed as our pelvises touched
and I rubbed against you.
Civilization dropped from us and we made uninhibited love.
Your teeth bared as the tiger I love to see took control of
you and you grunted with each stroke. Our hips were alive,
pistoning up and down, round and round. I felt your heels
slam into my ass, raising you from the bed to meet me.
I saw the approach of your orgasm as I felt my own take
control of me. The clamping of your pussy was all I needed
to push me over the edge and we both came in wave after wave
of pleasure and animal sounds.
I felt your legs loosen their grip as my cock softened
inside you. I lowered myself to kiss you and felt the
slipperiness caused by the sweat that poured from us both.
Our breathing returned to normal slowly and the slight
breeze was enough to chill our wet bodies. I felt you
shiver slightly and with another kiss, I stood and pulled
you to the bathroom and a warm shower. We played in the
warm water till it started to run cool, then toweled each
other dry.
We decided to walk along the beach so I dressed in shorts
and T-shirt. You donned shorts and a bikini top that looked
absolutely wonderful.
"Oh, God!" you said as you looked in the mirror, "I can't
wear this in public!"
I laughed and said "Why not? You look beautiful in it."
We left the room before you had a chance to think about it
too much and crossed the road to the beach. We took our
shoes off at the edge of the sand and walked to the water,
intending to wade along the shore. "Brrrr" we both said as
the cold Atlantic washed over our feet. We decided that
perhaps the warm sand was a better choice.
We held hands as we walked the beach. From time to time
you'd bend to pick up a shell, examine it, pass judgment and
return it to the sea. With the cold waters, we had the
beach to ourselves and we enjoyed each other, the sounds of
the waves and sea birds.
We spent the day walking through town acting like the
tourists we were. We shopped for souvenirs, we sat at an
outdoor cafe and had a soda as we picked out the houses that
we'd like to live in.
Still holding onto each other, we walked to the breakwater,
a line of large stones sticking into the ocean. We walked
out a ways and sat side by side, arm in arm, watched the
boats go by and talked. Before we knew it, the sun began to
set and the view was breathtaking.
With the setting sun, the breeze got cooler and we got
hungry, for food as well as each other. On the way back to
the inn, we checked out the menus by the doors of the
restaurants and decided on the Oyster Bar. Neither of us
was dressed for dinner so we made reservations and headed
back to our room.
We undressed each other, taking turns removing an article of
clothes as sensuously as possible. I removed the bikini top
and cupped your breasts. You pulled my T-shirt over my
head, ran your hands across my chest and sucked on my
nipples. I knelt before you and removed your shorts and
panties and nuzzled the small patch of fur I'd exposed.
I stood as you knelt to return the favor. I felt your lips
in my pubic hair as your chin moved my cock back and forth.
It rubbed against your throat and tapped the underside of
you your chin with each heart beat.
"Mmmm. I like that!" I told you, as your hand slid up my
leg to cup my balls.
You looked up at me and said "How `bout this?" and pulled
your head back slowly, my cock sliding along the underside
of your chin. Suddenly it sprang before your lips and
tongue and you licked the precum from the tip. You lips
parted and I saw my cock slowly disappear into your mouth
until your nose once again touched my hair.
"Oh, yes" I moaned, trying not to thrust my hips into you.
I felt your hands reach around my legs and grab my ass for
leverage and you moved your head back and forth, sucking me
like never before. The sight of you inhaling my cock and
the delicious slurping sounds was almost too much.
Just as I was about to step beyond the point of no return, I
felt you loosen your grip on me. I heard my cock POP out of
your mouth with a kissing sound and you smiled, knowing the
torture you were putting me through.
You moved toward the bed where you knelt on the edge and the
sexy wiggle of your ass was all I needed to see. My hands
caressed your ass as I slid my wet cock up and down your
pussy. I felt the heat of your pussy on my cock head and
was drawn to it. I watched as I entered you, smoothly and
without stopping until I saw your ass shake with the impact
of my hips.
"Mmmm, now THAT'S what *I* like!" you cooed. Your hips and
mine found a rhythm. I changed positions from time to time
to rub the length of my cock along your clit, drawing a sigh
from your lips and a shudder from inside you.
I could feel your orgasm, as always, starting deep within. I
pressed my thumb against your ass and pounded my cock in and
out as fast and hard as I could.
"YES, Fuck me, Troy. I'm cumming!"
Your breasts were swaying wildly from your motion and the
sudden impact of our bodies. I transferred my grip to your
hips and pulled you into me, harder and harder. I felt you
cum. I heard you cum. I came too.
"UGH! I'm CUMMING Cindy! UGH, UGHHHH"
The world stopped as our hearts pounded and our breath came
in gasps. I stood staring at the ceiling, my eyes closed as
if praying for the moment to endure. You dropped your head
to the bed and pushed against me one last time.
"That was fantastic!" we said together. Then laughed.
My cock softened and I pulled it from you slowly, all shiny
and wet with both of our juices. You turned, sat on the
edge of the bed and reached out with your finger to catch
some of the liquid for a taste.
"Mmmm, a delicious appetizer!"
Once again you took me into your mouth and sucked me clean.
Then you stood before me and we kissed. I could taste our
sex on your lips and tongue and you were right, it WAS a
delicious appetizer.
One hunger sated, we washed and dressed and walked to the
restaurant to satisfy another.
I'm not sure how you did it, but before I knew it, I was
eating raw oysters on the half shell and enjoying it. But
it was nothing to compare with the rest of the dinner. It
was fabulous! As we enjoyed the feast, we talked to catch
up on the time we were apart, we sipped a wonderful wine the
steward had suggested and we smiled into each other's eyes.
When coffee and dessert were finished, we strolled back to
the inn in the light of a nearly full moon.
Our lovemaking that night was tender and slow. We lay in
the bed kissing and caressing each other, building the fires
slowly this time. We told each other of our love without
speaking a word and our sighs mingled with the breeze
blowing in the windows.
We slept the sleep of contented souls that night.
My arm was across your tummy when my eyes opened the next
morning. I felt you stir and said "I had the most wonderful
dream last night. I dreamed we were on an island paradise
together."
"That was no dream, love. It's really happening." you
smiled and dozed off again to finish the dreams you were
enjoying.
I left you sleeping and dressed enough to go downstairs for
coffee. I made a fresh pot in the kitchen and carried two
mugs upstairs. I found you, the blanket around you like a
toga, on our private deck outside our room and sat beside
you.
We sipped the hot coffee and discussed the empty house next
door. We talked about how we could fix it up, what colors
to use and what changes to make. You'd found some journals
next to the bed and brought them out with you. They were
written by lovers that shared the room before us and told of
the wonderful times they had here. We read them to each
other, smiling at the things they talked about. The chill
morning breeze drove you inside as I wrote our entry,
telling future guests some of the wonders we've discovered.
We headed for the shower and bathed each other till our skin
wrinkled. We dressed for our last day in paradise and went
downstairs to breakfast. The breakfast our hostess had
prepared was wonderful. We ate well and set out for
adventure.
Since the water was much too cold to swim in, we decided to
rent mopeds and explore the island. After some faltering
lessons on our pint-sized mounts, we headed toward Gay's
Head on the other side of the island. Traffic wouldn't
allow us to ride side by side, so you blazed the trail. I
was surprised when you turned off the main road but the less
busy road and the beautiful farms were a welcome sight to us
both.
We stopped from time to time to enjoy the beauty or just
stretch our legs. Martha's Vineyard isn't a large island,
but the mopeds were slow going.
Once such stop was near a newly mown field on a road to
nowhere. We pulled to the side of the road, behind an
ancient stone wall. We could see the farmer mowing the next
field over, or rather we saw the machines moving about.
Sitting sideways on your seat, you took off your helmet and
shook your hair loose. I walked over and put my arms around
you, standing between your knees. Your lips sought mine and
the kiss would have melted an iceberg. Perhaps it was the
vibration of the moped, but you were unmistakably horny and
the realization stiffened me immediately.
My hand went to the back of your neck and I drew my fingers
along it from your scalp to your shoulders. Your hand went
to my chest and I could feel my heart beating against your
palm as your fingers tickled my tiny nipples.
Our lips still together, I cupped your breast and squeezed
softly. Your hand rubbed the bulge in my jeans and we both
moaned softly. I heart the ziiiip of my jeans opening and
your hand felt cool against my hard cock. It lay in your
cupped hand and you massaged me from the tip to my balls. I
moaned again.
I put my hand on your thigh and slid my fingers under the
hem of your shorts. The leg openings were large and allowed
me easy access to you. I felt your panties, wet and sticking
to your shaved skin. My thumb pressed against your clit and
moved back and forth.
"Fuck me, baby!" you said "Here! Now!"
You stood and moved to the waist high wall. You glanced at
the farmers in the next field and smiled. You pulled your
shorts and panties to your ankles then bent to lean against
the wall. I stood behind you and rubbed the head of my cock
against your pussy to get it as wet as you were. I pushed
the head into you and moved it up and down. You pushed back
against me and I pushed until my pubic hair brushed your
ass.
I pulled back slowly and tightened my ass to slam back into
you. I varied the speed and power of my thrusts and left
just the head of my cock inside you one time. You looked
back at me and with a snarl you took over. I put my hands on
my hips and watched your ass vibrate with each thrust.
You arched your back and tried to stifle the cry as your
last thrust pushed you too far. I felt your hot cum on my
cock and slid my hips back and forth slowly, watching your
whole body vibrate.
I was very close to my own orgasm when you collapsed to your
knees. You turned around and gulped my cock, fucking me
with your mouth. I held your head in my hands and moved my
hips slowly, barely in sync with you. Your hand went
between my legs and I felt your finger on my ass. It pushed
in and out just enough.
"I'm cumming!" I warned. You either didn't hear or didn't
care for you increased your pace. As you felt my cock swell
as it prepared to explode, you pushed me deeper into your
throat and swallowed my cum as fast as I could give it to
you. You didn't stop sucking till I softened in your mouth.
I guess my cries as I came were louder than I thought. We
heard a horn behind us and turned to see the lights on the
farmer's tractor flashing off and on. We realized that he
was too far away to see much and it struck us as funny. I
helped you to your feet and we both bowed in that direction,
pulled up our pants, donned our helmets and hit the road,
still laughing at our brazen performance.
From time to time I'd see you shake your head as we rode as
if to question your sanity, but still you smiled.
The smiles were still on our faces as we pulled into a
little deli for lunch. As we got off the bikes you almost
fell over from laughing and I couldn't help but join you.
We got some strange looks from the family sitting at the
picnic tables, but I suspect they were nothing compared with
the looks they'd give us if they knew WHY we were laughing.
I sat next to you at the table and as my weight hit the
bench, the table started tipping. I managed to stand before
we both hit the floor with our meals, but it started the
laughing all over again. As we ate, we talked about the
things we'd seen: the gorgeous little house near the beach,
the flowers growing wild in the field nearby and the miles
of woodlands; anything but that farmer's field.
The rest of the day was blissfully peaceful. We walked the
cliffs high above the ocean and sat on a huge rock and
watched the ships sail past and the clouds drift by. The
breeze turned chilly and we thought we'd better head back
`home'.
Still following your lead, we took a different route back to
the inn. The clouds grew ominous and the air quite cool
before we got back to Oak Bluffs to turn in the bikes. We
stopped for cappuccino to warm us and noticed the first
drizzle of rain starting to fall.
We made the inn just as the occasional sprinkle turned into
a hearty shower and by unspoken agreement, went to the swing
on the porch. My arm kept you warm as we watched the rain
and listened to it's pattering on the roof. It muted every
sound around us and added to the feeling that this was our
private world.
The sky grew dark and lightning flashed. We kissed and
looked into each other's eyes and yours would sparkle with
each heavenly flash. The wind changed directions and blew
the cold rain on us so we abandoned the swing, damp of body,
but not of spirit.
Back in our room, I lit the candles next to the bed and
barely got the covers pulled down before you were undressed
and shivering. You crawled into bed and waited for me to
warm you.
I laid beside you and you drifted into my arms. Like the
night before, we took our time. Our kisses were softer and
slower, our caresses tender. I slid my hand up and down your
back, feeling the softness of your skin. My hand lingered
on you butt and my fingers moved up and down between your
cheeks.
You lifted your leg on top of mine and raised your knee. My
hand caressed your thigh and I felt the heat at the top of
it. Constantly moving, my fingers barely touched you at
first, then I increased the pressure entering your private
domain a little more each pass.
You were incredibly wet. My fingers slid in and out with
the wet sounds I love to hear. Your sigh was felt against
my lips more than heard as I rubbed the hard nub of your
clit, feeling it grow beneath my fingers.
My cock swelled and rubbed against your tummy as I slowly
moved my hips. I felt your hand snake between us to stroke
me.
I started to rise and move on top of you. You placed your
hand on my chest and told me "Uh uh, it's my turn, Love."
You pushed me to my back and straddled me. My cock was
pinned beneath you and I felt your pussy lips part to slide
on either side of it. You slid slowly back and forth,
coating me with your wetness. You were sitting up, your
hands on my chest smiling as you moved.
Without warning, I felt myself slip inside of you. The
soft, wet heat surrounded me and you just sat there, not
moving for a long time. Your eyes were closed and your lips
smiling.
"God, this feels so good!" you said softly then started to
move your hips in circles above me. Your movements started
out slow and long and occasionally you'd stop again and
press down onto me. But before long you increased the pace
of your hips as well as your breathing.
I cupped your breasts in my hands and gently squeezed your
nipples.
"Ohhhh, Yes" was what I imagined I heard, too quiet to be
certain.
Your hips moved with less control now. Faster and shorter
movements. Constantly changing position, chasing the
pleasure from one spot to another. I tugged gently on your
breasts, quietly asking you to bend down. I held your
breasts together and licked your nipples as you rubbed the
length of my cock along your clit.
I was getting close to cumming when I felt the first tremor
in you. I sucked your nipple into my mouth and my hips
joined yours, torturing the bedsprings.
Both of our breathing was ragged. Each knew the other was
close, but wanted to stretch out the pleasure we were
feeling.
Suddenly you couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm cumming,
baby" you said as you bit your lip. The lightning flashed
and the thunder rolled, both outside the windows and inside
of you as your orgasm raced through your entire body. You
sat upright, tossed your head back and tried to suck all of
the air from the room. Your hips pounded into me.
"Ugh! I'm cumming!" I cried and thrust my hips up into you
with each spurt of pleasure.
"UUGGGHH! UUGH!" The final spasms left me and took all my
energy with them. I felt my body go limp then felt yours
slowly lay atop me, your head on my chest.
We laid together like that for a long time catching our
breath and listening to the thunder drift out to sea. You
finally lifted your face and kissed me softly. "I love you,
Troy." you whispered.
"I know!" I smiled. "And I love you too, Cindy!"
You rolled to my side and was asleep in seconds. I lay
there watching you and drifted off to sleep hearing your
words echo inside my mind. We may be leaving in the
morning, but I promised myself that we'd return some day and
capture some more magic in the Tivoli room by the sea.
END