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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
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Trail Ride (MF, rom)
By Troy (tpierce@sprynet.com)
******
I woke, as I have every morning since we met, with a smile on my
face and a fire in my loins that only you can quench. I watched
as you slept and thought again how lucky I am.
It always amazes me how you can sleep so soundly! Even on
vacation I'm up at the usual time. Like there's an alarm clock
in my head that I can't shut off.
I rose to tend to my morning routine, letting you have a few
more minutes peace.
When I returned to the bedroom I just couldn't bring myself to
wake you right away. I watched as your deep breathing made your
magnificent breasts rise and fall. I smelled the lingering
scent of the perfume you wore to dinner last night. I saw the
smile on your lips and wondered what dream you were enjoying.
My mind drifted back and I smiled as I thought about the day we
met, the accidental bump on the corner, the spilled groceries.
Neither of us was looking for a friend or a lover that day, but
before we knew it, we were well on our way to being both.
Oh, sure, we had our ups and down as we got to know each other,
but somehow we survived.
I can't tell you when we crossed the threshold from friendship
to love, but one day I was talking to you when I realized the
truth in the way I felt. It scared me at first, the intensity,
the uncertainty. But there was no denying it.
Our first night was glorious. We danced in the moonlight on my
patio and as we kissed, the fires simply consumed us. Before we
knew it we were entwined, flesh to flesh till dawn kissed us
awake.
Returning to the present, my need for you drew me to the bed and
I decided to see just how deep your sleep really was. I started
by putting my hand on your tummy, rubbing circles that ended at
your breasts. As my hand caressed your left breast, my lips
glided over your right.
I watched your eyes for signs of wakefulness and finding only a
contented smile, I grew bolder. I slid my hand down your body
till your soft hair tickled my palm.
Even asleep your body reacted to my probing touch. Soon your
breathing took on a more urgent rhythm.
God, Cindy, I wanted you! Needed you!
There was no mistaking your arousal and as I positioned myself
over you, I could tell that your need was as great as mine.
I watched your eyes as I entered you, slowly, almost painfully
slow. Each stroke pushed me deeper; deeper into you. You
sighed and smiled when my pelvis touched yours and I saw the
first signs of your waking then.
Your arms went to my neck.
"Good morning, Lover" I said.
"Mmmm" seemed the best you could manage.
You wrapped you legs around me and changed from unknowing
participant to a woman possessed. Unsure of your reaction when
I started, I was surprised at the depth of your passion. You
pulled me into you harder and faster. Bucking to meet me and
crashing our bodies together.
I sensed the first signs of your orgasm approaching like
stampeding cattle, rumbling from deep inside you. You shook as
it neared and screamed as the waves of pleasure radiated outward
in ripples.
As you stiffened, I felt you tighten around me, urging me to
climax with you. Your cries of release had hardly left your
throat when mine joined in an atavistic chorus of lust.
As our bodies slowly relaxed and our pulses dropped from the red
zone, I could still feel you quivering inside, but not so
violently now. I kissed your face good morning, first your
eyes, then your nose, and finally you lips.
As our lips parted, you opened your eyes and I realized that you
are even more beautiful after we've made love than when asleep.
You said "Mmmm, Now that's the way I'd like to wake up every
morning."
I laughed and said I'd do my best.
Sated for the moment we lay holding each other, cuddling,
drawing strength and love from our contact.
Finally, nature called you from my arms and soon I heard you
start the shower. You called me to join you and I didn't need
any urging. We bathed each other; teasing at times, arousing
each other all the time.
We toweled each other dry, and after some wrestling, some more
fondling and a whole lot of kissing, I left you to attend to all
the things you seem to think you have to do to make yourself
beautiful.
I got dressed and dialed the stables to confirm the arrangements
I'd made the day before and was assured that all would be ready
and waiting for us in an hour.
I watched you as you dressed. God, I love to watch you put on
your jeans, Cindy. The way your rear wiggles as you pull them
up is enough to drive me insane. It brings to mind a phrase my
grand dad used when watching a woman jog by. He used to say
that she looked like "two puppies wrasslin' in a gunny sack!"
When you were finished, I grabbed the small bag I'd prepared and
we walked over to the "chow hall" for breakfast. The day was so
warm and beautiful we sat on the porch where we could watch the
mountains, smell the fresh air and feel the sun on our faces. We
both ate more than we usually do, but then, out here, the food
just seemed to taste better.
We lingered over coffee. It was hot and strong and chased the
final cobwebs from our brains.
It was a short walk to the stables where John met us. He told
us that "Chico" and "Reggie" were ready when we were and pointed
to two of the most beautiful Appaloosas I'd ever seen.
John introduced us to our mounts and winked at me in admiration
and surprise as you lithely jumped up on the smaller Chico.
While you patted Chico on the withers, I looked over the picnic
saddlebags that "Cookie" had prepared and swung my leg over
Reggie's back. With last minute directions and the a final
urging to be careful, we pointed the horses south and left John
and the ranch behind.
You asked where we were going and I told you that John had
recommended a nice place for a picnic near the base of the
mountains.
The horses were well trained and responded to our clumsy signals
like the experts they were. We rode into the countryside side
by side, laughing and chatting. We talked about everything and
nothing. We pointed out things of interest to each other. We
had a ball.
After two hours or so, we finally drew near the mountains and
followed Johns instructions to a path that crossed a rocky
outcrop. As we got to the top, we both gasped at the beauty
stretched out below us.
A small waterfall cascaded down the rocks and ended in a pool of
the clearest water we'd ever seen. The willow trees near the
pool looked ancient and presented a perfect spot for our lunch.
Reggie and Chico seemed to sense that this was our destination
and were anxious to get to the shade of the trees. We walked
them carefully down the rocks and entered Eden.
We tied the horses beneath a tree and removed their saddles and
packs. We saw to their comfort then walked about to explore
this beautiful world.
It was indeed beautiful, the kind of place you see in movies and
wish you could find. I made a mental note to thank John when we
got back. IF we ever decided to leave.
The water in the pool was cool to the touch and very inviting.
Even though I'd brought our swimsuits in the carryall, I
suggested we go skinny dipping and was surprised when you
started undressing.
It became a race to see who could get their clothes off first
and you won by mere seconds. The sight of you standing there
waiting for me had the usual effect and you smiled when you
noticed how quickly I'd risen to the occasion.
We waded into the cool water and felt the some of the stiffness
leave our bodies, the stiffness caused by the saddle anyway!
We swam to the waterfall and stood beneath it, letting the water
crash onto our heads. Like you were reading my mind, you
drifted to my arms and our lips met. Our arms embraced each
other and the rest of the world faded away.
I felt your hands slide up and down my back, lingering on my
rear. Even in the coolness of the water, your fingers were hot
where they touched me.
My right hand caressed your neck and shoulders while my left
marched down your spine, so soft, so shapely.
You traced my lips with your tongue and I smiled at the erotic
pleasure of it. You sucked my lower lip into your mouth and I
heard a moan escape my throat as you tugged ever so gently. You
kissed my chin and nibbled it lightly between your teeth.
I leaned my head back as you kissed your way down my throat to
my Adam's apple, then across to my left shoulder. My head
rolled to the right, relishing the feeling, moaning into the
cascading water.
Your tongue left a trail of fire across my shoulder to my neck,
then to my ear.
God, Cindy, you excite me like no woman I've ever known.
You completed your erotic tour back at my lips. Your breathing
was getting faster and your nipples were hard points against my
chest. Your hips were moving against me; rubbing me, fueling my
lust for you.
I kissed your neck as you leaned your head back. I lifted you
slowly from the water to expose more and more of your sweet body
to me. You braced yourself on my shoulders and leaned back as
your breasts were drawn to my lips.
I suckled you like a child. Except that my hunger would not be
satisfied there. My hunger was too intense.
Without releasing my hold on you, I carried you to a large rock
just to the side of the falls and set you gently on it, just
above the water. My lips continued their feast of you, lower,
across your stomach.
You laid back on the rock and watched as my questing tongue slid
lower still. Your legs wrapped around my head as I found what I
wanted, what I needed, what I craved.
You sighed and whispered, "Oh Yes Troy, Yes."
Your body became the center of my world, Cindy. I couldn't get
enough of you. The aroma of your sex and the taste of you had
me trapped in a world of carnal pleasure. A world I never
wanted to leave.
Your hand held my head to you as your moans grew louder, more
urgent. Your hips moved against my face, guiding me to the
right spots to maximize your pleasure.
I heard you say "Oh God, Troy, I need you inside me!" and after
one last taste, I lifted you back into the water, back into my
arms.
Under the waterfall, you wrapped your arms around my neck and
kissed my lips, tasting yourself on my tongue.
I felt your hand grasp me and guide me to you. As I slid into
you, your legs wrapped around my waist and you moaned into my
lips.
For a few moments, neither of us moved. We relished the pleasure
that each gave to the other. But soon we surrendered to the
urging of our bodies, moving against each other faster and
faster. Losing ourselves in the passion.
You clasped your fingers behind my head and leaned back, letting
the cascading water crash against your breasts.
The pool churned as we crashed into each other.
I heard your cries echo off the rocks as you surrendered to the
powerful orgasm that raced trough you. I moved faster and
thrust deeper. Each time our pelvises touched a new shock wave
seemed to ripple through you.
Your legs pressed me deeper into you. Your body held me
tightly, massaging me, urging me to join you in pleasure. I
felt myself slide over the edge of my own orgasm. As powerful
as any I'd ever felt.
"Oh God Cindy, I'm cumming! UGHHH! Ughhh!"
It was all I could do to stand as the hot jets crashed against
your insides.
We seemed to float in time as well as the waters of the pool.
Buffeted by forces older than man, we drifted, happy and
contented.
"Oh Cindy!" I heard myself sigh as if from a far away, distant
place.
Slowly, like swimming in honey, we reentered this world. You
pulled yourself to me, wrapped your arms around my neck and we
kissed one more time.
We stayed like that for a long time, your arms and legs around
me, my softened manhood still nestled in your warmth.
With a final hug and kiss, we separated and swam to our
equipment. We dressed in our bathing suits and set out the
excellent lunch that Cookie had prepared for us.
We were famished!
From the salad to the chocolate mousse, the meal was perfection.
Cookie had thought of everything, even a couple bottles of a
great California wine.
As we satisfied the needs of our tummies, we both became more
and more playful. I untied the top to your bikini expecting at
least a token protest. Instead you surprised me by reaching for
the chocolate mousse and putting a dollop on each nipple. You
winced at the cold, but looked into my eyes and in your
sultriest voice said: "You want some dessert?"
I most certainly did!
You pushed me to my back and bent over me, presenting your
chocolate covered treat to my lips. It was the best mousse I'd
ever had, Cindy and I licked it ravenously!
"Now I want some dessert!" you said and started tugging at my
trunks.
I offered no protests as you peeled them from me and reached for
the mousse again. You dipped your fingers in the mousse and
covered my manhood with the cold confection.
You brought your fingers to my lips and painted them with the
chocolate. Then sensually licked the remainder from your
fingers as you looked into my eyes and smiled.
You bent over me again and I felt your breasts press against my
chest as your tongue licked away the pudding on my lips.
I was under your spell as your tongue flicked from place to
place. Always leaving pleasure and stirring my lust.
I gasped as you licked circles around my nipples. They were
unbelievably hard as your teeth gently scraped across them and
you sucked them between your lips.
You left a moist trail down the center of my tummy to my belly
button. Your tongue tickled me there and I shivered slightly in
anticipation.
I watched as you kissed your way lower. Our eyes met and you
smiled as your tongue tasted the first of the chocolate mousse.
Slowly you ran you tongue around me, lingering here, darting
there. You were driving me nuts, Cindy, but I was in heaven!
You licked from end to end, over and over, lapping up the
pudding, exciting me more and more. Finally, your lips kissed
the very tip and I felt your hot tongue sliding around me. As
you allowed me farther into your mouth I held my breath, afraid
even that simple effort would break my concentration and cause
me to loose control prematurely.
I moaned as you moved your lips up and down on me, each stroke
getting longer and longer until your lips touched the base of my
shaft.
Oh, Cindy, you are magnificent.
You always seem to know exactly what to do to bring me to the
brink of an intense orgasm. Then you back off just enough to
keep me at that point till I think I might go insane from my
need for release.
I felt myself pop from your lips and before I could moan in
frustration, you wrapped your fingers around me and slowly
stroked up and down. You varied the pressure and speed and
before I knew it I was again at that magic place were only you
and I exist.
I felt the pressure build deep inside and tried in vain to delay
the inevitable.
"Oh Cindy, I'm Gonna CUM! Oh, Yes! ... I'm Cumming, Cindy! I'm
Cumming!!!"
My body convulsed as my orgasm took control. In spite of that
you never let up. With your other hand you cradled my balls
and rubbed just beneath them.
"UGH, God, Cindy! UGHHHH!"
Slowly, my body returned control to my brain and I ordered my
lungs to fill.
I watched as you rubbed me against your lips like you were
putting on lipstick. Your eyes twinkled and your lips glistened
as your slid your body up mine.
Our lips met in a slippery, salty kiss and I was glad I told
John we wouldn't be back till well after supper!