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Back To Me Now

by CKing
© July 2000

So, we’d been here before. Mary and I. Her required trips during the Christmas holidays and summers. My requirement to just stay home and wait. We’d been beyond miserable all summer with this very last part of her contract for work before she could relocate here for good. My job and kid stuff didn’t allow me to even get to Europe this time, this summer either, and I was more pissed. Through the last several weeks, the beautiful digital pictures she sent me of all she was doing just made me crazier. Her 33 year old figure. Her blue piercing Nordic eyes and Scandinavian silken blonde hair. The way she smiled at me through the pictures and the bronze smooth skin showing there at the edges of her white T-shirt or festive holiday attire. Being apart from her and not being able to hold her close had definitely been creating it’s own havoc here! Our phone conversations were even more obnoxious but I did think our obscenities kept us a little more sane, if not tolerable.

Mary was finally coming home. Scheduled for Friday evening, plane in by 10:00 PM, August 4th. Because of storms and layovers at the beginning of her trip in May that delayed her arrival more then 48 hours stuck in Detroit I was already planning my vengeance on the airlines if they screwed up again. I still would plan accordingly for her return on time.

See, I’ve always been kind of a wild nut. And for what my darling has put me through with her travels, I’m entitled. Being the more aggressive going on 40 year old with a bunch of kids, a jerk for an ex-husband and two lady ex’s in the mix and only wanting domestic bliss, I’ve had to be creative along the way to keep things survivable and even worth it. Mary still wants me anyway and all I try to do is be sure she is maximally satisfied. Don’t let the jerk ex’s or the kids fool you. I’m the one that wants to be naked and play all day. Because I’m a sex maniac, at 40 I’m still in shape. Just under 5’3”, back down to 125 lb. of bike riding, roller balding, dancing mamma that doesn’t even want to grow up. Try to not picture so much the Sunday School teacher, PTA mom thing. So I plotted Mary’s return.

Each time I’d talked to her these last few weeks, it made my plans change a bit more. My lust for her. How her voice effected me. Telling me of her desires for me. All those things I wanted to do to her flashed before me constantly. I needed to just show her right from the time she stepped off the plane that I meant business. Finally the missing each other part would be over. And besides.... it would be so funny just to really do it.

Friday, August 4th, she leaves me a message while I’m at work. “I’m in Amsterdam, baby. I’m on my way home,” Mary says into my machine.

The clock goes backwards sort of from that side of the world so I knew I still had enough time. I smiled and started to check the items off of my list. Stocked refrigerator. Candles by the bed. Chilled bottle of wine in the cooler next to the bed. Glasses. Her favorite toy beneath the pillow. I was smiling to myself.

Friday, August 4, 7:30 PM: I had eaten a light dinner of grilled chicken and fresh squash. I showered and shaved paying particular attention to shaving myself smooth beneath my arms, my legs, along my panty line and the distinct edges of my dark bush. Dressing, I thought more of Mary’s return. Slowly, watching myself in the mirror, I pulled on lace stockings and clipped them precisely to the black lace garter hanging from my waist. Crotchless. No underwear. Garters. The air from my window conditioner made me quiver. I slipped into white heels and pulled on a shear blue flowered sun dress that zipped all the way up the front. No bra. Just still picturing Mary in my mind, naked. I drank a beer then and made a cheer to her. I knew she would be landing in Detroit and transferring and would be here soon. I slipped on my light raincoat just to cover me. I slipped the handcuffs into my right pocket. The key in the left. I draped a long silken brown scarf around my neck and put a small leather crop far up into my left sleeve. I set off for the airport to get her.

Friday, August 4, 9:00 PM: I needed several beers so I headed for the nearest bar closest to her gate after clearing security with all of my carefully chosen non-metal leather accessories. I had thrown the handcuffs in the bin with my jumble of car keys attached, the lone single key from my pocket and a small cigarette case that had a side pocket for my drivers license and several 20’s without looking up at the guard screening our wares. I made it beyond the walk through devices without a beep or having to be “personally scanned”. I was going to be there the minute she stepped from customs with those handcuffs and Mary would have no time to say otherwise.

My beers tasted better as I sat nervously waiting. I re-organized my pockets and separated my keys from the handcuffs. Fidgeting in my high heels and adjusting the cinch on my raincoat, here, in the middle of the summer with near a single chance for rain in the forecast. The waitress smiled at me as they announced Mary’s incoming flight. I was grinning as I finished my beer and then went down to wait for her outside the international customs check point. It was more out of my own frustration to have had to be apart from her again and even for so long. But I just wanted to shake her up. Show her that I meant business. That it really did make me crazy to miss her so much.

Friday, August 4, 10:48 PM: I spotted her placing her bags on the last conveyor belt coming through customs. She looked so tired from your flight but to me so wonderful still. Mary hadn’t seen me yet . I continued to watch her collect her bags and walk on through the corridor. I’d planned this for so long and I wanted her so much that for that very moment I just was frozen in awe. Wanting her to be mine. Without much regard of the consequences but trying to keep it low profile I began my move. I pulled the cuffs from my pocket and swung in behind her left arm from behind a support pillar and clicked the handcuff around her left wrist before she could turn to see it was me. I clipped the other handcuff soundly to my own right wrist.

Mary turned to me. “Oh, baby”, she muttered. Looking around her and feeling me close to her, Mary pulled her arm up noticing quickly the real hand cuff.

Slowly I pulled out the crop from my sleeve. “To the bathroom, my babe”, I ordered quietly yet distinctly into her ear.

Mary looked again at me somewhat puzzled and looked about her again. We were beginning to draw a crowd with the handcuffs and leather crop. “Into the bathroom now, I said”, I growled as seductively as I could.

Frozen almost for the moment Mary snapped out of it and almost smiled sweetly. Pulling me hard, she turned and stomped into the nearby bathroom. She doesn’t like crowds.

“You said you wouldn’t do this. What is this?” Mary demanded as she pulled me into the nearest stall by my handcuffed arm.

I waited until she’d dropped her bags and pulled me up against the wall. “You made me crazy,” I whispered to her.

Mary was gazing into my eyes with her hand holding mine despite the cold metal attaching us. She kissed into me deeply. Lightly I rested the leather crop atop her right shoulder.

“I just needed you so badly that I wanted you to know I couldn’t wait. I want you now,” I said to her as I opened my coat.

Pulling the daisy flower zipper all the way down, I watched her mouth gape open as my dress fell off to expose my bare breasts, the garters and my fiery bushy mound. Mary moaned. Then looking up at me said, “But why not at home. Let’s go home, baby.”

I leaned into her and kissed her while my body pressed up against her, ignoring her plea. Taking the crop and popping her lightly on the arm I got Mary’s attention. “Now, baby, you’ve made me wait too long. Right now, you’re going to fuck me and kiss me and suck me. Right now Mary!” I said in a voice that probably wasn’t mine.

Madly, I kissed into her and tore at her shirt and opened her pants. With fevered kisses and moans I really couldn’t wait and grabbed her free hand and jammed it up between my legs. Pushing it down just once and up again as two of her fingers dipped into me. Kissing her, licking her, Mary had no choice, her own body now shaking and needing to touch me. Her fingers drove in to those familiar spots. Deeper and pumping inside me. My other arm stretched up the wall clanking the handcuffs as Mary pressed harder into me. “Oh, baby” I moaned.

Mary kissed and fucked me until she got me just on the edge of exploding. Pulling her hand from me as I gasped in air, Mary fell to one knee and buried her face in my cunt. I raised my leg further and rested my heel atop the back of the commode. Dragging my arm down with hers, she pulled my butt tighter in towards her grasp.

Mary’s tongue plunged deep and hard and quickly into my oozing box. The explosions began as rushes of orgasms rang through me. Sucking my juices, Mary’s sounds were muffled by the ringing in my ears and the tingles shooting inside me. I pulled at her hair and made her stop for a second pressed hard inside me. I came in a gush as she groaned and sucked gently at my flow. Smiling, I looked down at Mary’s head as she contentedly grazed on me. Tapping her shoulder with the crop I whispered, “Baby. Now lets go home for more.”

She smiled up at me, her face wet and shining but then buried her head again between my legs. “More, more,” she moaned in between plunging her tongue inside me.

I raised up my arm pulling hers up from the handcuff. “Oh, I love you,” I said to Mary as I held her and kissed her. I tugged my dress up around my shoulders and pulled the raincoat more into place. Reaching for the key to the handcuffs, Mary zipped up my dress.

As she smiled at me while roaming a hand back under my dress towards my crotch, I popped her lightly again with the crop.

We were startled a bit by a loud banging on the outer rest room door. “Anybody in here?” someone called into the rest room. “Need to close for routine service,” came the voice.

“We’ll be right out,” I called out loudly.

Mary and I giggled as I unlocked my wrist from the handcuff. We scrambled and got as presentable as possible. I cinched my raincoat up tight and put my leather crop back up my sleeve. I leaned over and kissed Mary sweetly then removed the pair of handcuffs dangling from her arm. I took the long silken scarf from around my neck, one of Mary’s favorite “toys”, and draped it lovingly around hers.

“You are crazy, you know that,” Mary said just looking so sincerely at me, “but that is why I love you so much.”

“Come on,” she continued, “let’s get home so I can really get my hands on those garters!” We walked out of the bathroom and past the several maintenance people waiting to close off the bathroom for service. We walked past the desk where I had asked for flight information earlier and walked past the bar where I had drank beers and waited on the plane. Holding hands and walking closely together, we both smiled in our numbness. Glowing with love to be together again.

Friday, August 4, 11:52 PM: After getting her bags, loading the car and paying the parking, we were finally on our way home. I had turned to Mary and pulled her chin around to face me. “See, look at the time, you made me crazy while you were gone and I couldn’t possibly have waited,” I said with a bit of a pout. Then I kissed her and drove the car on.

“A whip, handcuffs and garters. Oh, master.... you spoil me!” Mary said grinning. “I’ll never be gone like this again,” she continued, “because you might do something even crazier and I don’t know if I’d survive it! But now, I am back. For good.”

We kissed at the next red light and held hands until we pulled into the driveway home.

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White Linen Seduction

by Samantha Solesbee
© December 2000

I walked into the restaurant, and handed my coat to the coat check. I followed my waiter to my favorite table in the corner. I always chose this place because it is quiet, and the dessert selection is fabulous. I always sit with my back to the wall, so I can view the elegant patrons, and absorb their grace. The men all sit very stern, smoke small, expensive imported cigars, and brag about their wealth. The women always smile at everything, and pretend to be interested. I sipped the wine slowly. Its sweet sparkling taste made my tongue water. Around the crystal rim of my glass, I noticed her staring at me. Her hair was long and flowing. Her smile lit up the whole room. Her waves of aphrodisiac rippled across the air and collided with my desire. She wore a red, silk, low cut blouse. Her skirt was just above her knees. Her legs were very firm and tanned. She noticed that she had my attention, and she started to perform a teasing little game with me. Everyone in her party seemed to be intoxicated. I could tell that her husband to her right, because he kept getting her approval of his "not so suave" comments. She rolled her eyes, behind his back, and winked at me. Her eyes were so soft. They smiled, and twinkled when she laughed. I tried to focus on my
meal, but I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I was sure to get burned, I pondered to myself. Her legs, out of sight, parted slightly in my direction. I could see her red silk panties. What was her motive here? Was she using me to stimulate her imagination, so that she could pretend to enjoy making love with her husband later? My fantasy crumbled in my analogies. Reality set in where hunger just lingered. I finished my meal, and headed to the restroom to freshen up. I entered. My heels clicked as I walked across the white tiles. I tossed my hair, and freshened up my lipstick in the large gold trimmed mirror. The door creaked open, and she walked in. I guess in the back of mind, I knew she would follow. She entered a stall, and clicked the door locked. "Oh my" I heard her say. "Could you please hand me some paper" she asked in a soft tone. I grabbed a new roll from the counter and walked over to the door. She released the lock and the door swung open. She was sitting on the lid, with her legs spread. The silk panties I had viewed earlier were now around one ankle on the floor. I couldn't speak. She caught me off guard. I knew what we both wanted, and I knelt down on one knee at her feet. My tongue ran the full length of her slit. She tasted even better than I had imagined. "There will be time for that" she said in a more dominant manner. She pushed my head away and smiled. I had fallen prey to one of her games, but her demanding voice made me even more aroused. I stood up and stepped back with the look of a humble servant. I wanted to play her game. She took the panties off of her foot, and handed them to me along with a note. She grinned at me, said "He's my boss, not my husband," and turned for the door. I doubted my ability to go back out and pretend like nothing had happened. It was written all over my face. I unfolded the note. There was an address, and 9pm written with what I am guessing was eyeliner. I rolled her panties up, and stuck them in my purse. I strolled back into the dining area, and they were already gone. I looked at my watch, and it was 7:49. That would give me time to decide if I should go or not. I sat down as the waiter poured the last of the bottle for me. I wondered if she was planning a threesome, which was definitely not an option. Many thoughts crossed my mind. So many unanswered questions, but I couldn't deny the aching that my body felt to know her. At 8:45 I motioned for the waiter to pay the check. "It has been taken care of already miss" he replied. She played her game well. Curiosity got the best of me, and I found myself pulling up in front of her house before I could talk myself out of it. The columns on front of the porch were huge. I didn't see any cars, and I wondered if she had given me a bogus address. I rang the bell, and an older lady, a maid, opened the door. "Miss James is expecting you" she said. The voice of the seductress that I had met earlier called out from behind a closed door as I stepped into the hall. "Lydia you can go home now" she shouted. The maid disappeared down the corridor, and I stepped cautiously to the hall door. I turned the knob slowly, and pushed the door back. The room was dark except for candles along the dresser. I could see her silhouette sitting in the shadows...her cigarette glowed. "I knew you would come" she exclaimed in a pleased voice. She asked me several questions across the room. I waited like a child for her approval. "Are you afraid of your desires?" she asked. She continued..."Are you afraid to let me take you there?" I answered no eagerly. "Approach me" she commanded. I slipped to my knees at her feet awaiting my instructions. "You will not talk unless I tell you to talk....you will not resist...you are my property for the night, and you will do as I say...do you understand?" I was intrigued. Fire flashed in her eyes, and her erotic spirit flew into me. She began undressing herself, and ordered me to undress as well. She stared attentively as my clothes fell to the ground. She motioned me to the bed, and told me to lie on my stomach. She straddled my backside and her wet crotch touched gently against my thigh. Her small hands wrapped around my wrists and pulled them behind me. I heard the clicking of the handcuffs as she locked them into place. My clit thumped at the sound. She moved up over me and placed a silk tie around my eyes. I was completely helpless, yet I felt secure...so excited. With my sight taken away, my other senses seemed to be enhanced. She nibbled passionately on my should blades...her tongue trailed down my spine. Her tongue was soft, and moist. She groped my ass. I ached for release, but I knew it might be a while before she allowed me that wish. I heard a loud crack, and a paddle of some sort crashed down against my backside. The pain echoed through my whole being, and unleashed a river of juice between my legs. My clit throbbed like it had never throbbed before. My hunger was very intense. Again, she slapped down hard...I could feel my ass burning from the connection. The combination of the arousal and the constant sting took me away deep inside of myself. I lost count of the hits, as the pain changed into raw ecstasy. I felt her warm tongue licking the heat away from my buttocks. Her hands gripping my waist...her breasts touching along my back. "Don't dare move" she pushed her words heavily into my ear... I heard her footsteps as they went to the door...the door opened and then closed again. I was left alone in the dark silence. I was so captivated with passion that I longed to touch myself...my clit aching, and swollen beneath me...out of reach. She seemed to be gone for what seemed like hours, but my desire never ceased. Just as the pain from her lashes had eased, I heard the door open, and shut again. She playfully slapped against me with her hand. "On your feet" she spoke, and she lead me blindly across the room. She unlocked one wrist, and moved my hands in front of me. "You are a good little bitch" she said very close. I could feel her hot breath on my face. Her scent was of wine, and she licked across my lips. Our tongues touched. I sucked on her full lips as we kissed. I imagined them red as they were in the restaurant. She took my handcuffed hands and pulled them close to her mound. My fingers searched inside. She was drenched for me. Her clit was hard, and her juices were plentiful. Her temperature inside was my clue to let me know she was as ready as I was. She pulled my hands to her mouth, and sucked each finger inside. I melted all over again. She pulled me by the chains further across the room. I was commanded to lift my arms, and I heard yet another cuff clicking. I was bound...tied up on her walls...there was no escape. She licked down my neck...stopping on my erect nipples. She nibbles the tips, and I felt a trail of warmth glide down my inner thigh. It was almost too much for me to stand. The anticipation engulfed me. Nothing else existed but this woman, and what I needed her to do...her hands firmly on my ass, she blew hot breath on my trimmed patch...my legs spread automatically...I needed her to touch me. "I have something for us" I heard her whisper."I have a dildo...one side is already inside of me." I felt the stiff tip sliding in my outer folds as she guided it...with one push she slid in...I moaned out...my muscles gripped at the staff, as it slid in and out...I could only vision in my head that the other side was deep inside of her...each lunge hitting my spot...she pounded her body against mine with each thrust...her breasts touching mine...our hips moving in perfect motion...she clamped her sweet mouth over mine...her groans flowed into me...our bodies shaking violently...the chains rattling above my head...she moved away slowly. I felt the chains release, and the blind fold came off. My eyes strained to focus, and then there she was...her small frame standing before me. She smiled at me again. She was such a small woman to be so assertive. That made it even better. Her feminine essence amazed me. "I might let you be in charge next time" she said jokingly. A part of me somehow knows that she will always be the one who really hands out the orders.

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The Luck of Snow

by Samantha Solesbee
© December 2000

I could hear the chimes outside...singing out a familiar song of winter as I packed my bags. I had planned so long for this ski trip. I bundled up, tossed my bags in the passenger seat, filled the thermos with coffee, and hit the road. The truck fish tailed a couple of times as I headed for the highway, but nothing was stopping me from this long awaited vacation. The drive was beautiful. The snow laid heavily on the trees, and their limbs reminded me of huge, pure white feathers. I drove for what seemed like days up the winding mountain. Up ahead in the distance I saw something yellow beside the road. I strained my eyes to focus clearly, and it appeared to be someone. I pulled up closer and stopped. Why would someone be walking so far up the mountain in this weather? The last store I had passed was about 5 miles back. I hesitated at first, but then relaxed as she pulled her hood back. "Hi" she said through a chattering smile. "My car is stranded about 2 miles up the hill, can you give me a lift?" "Of course I will" I replied as I leaned over and opened the passenger door. She jumped in hastily and unzipped her coat. She was the sexiest woman I had seen in a while. I turned the heater up, and asked her what had happened. She explained that she was meeting a friend at the lodge when she got snow bound. I suggested that she could ride on up with me, and call someone to tow her car when we arrived. She agreed that it was a great idea. I stopped along the side of her car, helped her gather her bags, and skis. We made small talk as she unthawed. I offered her some coffee and her eyes lit up instantly. "That would be wonderful" she said excited. The snow seemed to blow at the truck in thick, blinding sheets as we approached the lodge. Pulling in the parking lot, I was surprised when there was only nine cars there. "Not a good sign" she spoke out. "My friend should have been here about 5 hours ago"... We pulled up to the door. We stomped through the deep snow, and opened the front door. The room was deserted except for the clerk that greeted us with a hearty hello. "Hi" I replied. "I have a reservation for one." I told her the information she requested, and stepped back to allow my new friend, Amber to talk. The clerk said her friend had left a message that her flight had been canceled at the last minute, and she had no way to reach her. With a sad look, Amber then asked for the number for a tow truck. "Guess I wasted a trip" she said with a sad look in her eye. "I have an idea babe" I said in a semi shy tone. "Why don't you stay on, and we can split the cost?" I was afraid she would think I was being absurd. After all, we had just met an hour ago. To my delight, she agreed. Our room was warm and cozy. Handmade quilts covered the bed, and firewood was stacked neatly beside the hearth. We both seemed very comfortable considering the circumstance, and I wondered if she even knew I was a lesbian. I thought it was only fair to let her know before she felt like I had mislead her. As I crumbled up paper, and stacked small pieces of wood in the fireplace I tried to ease into telling her. "Um, are you married?" I asked looking down at the wood. " I am a single lesbian" she stated, without any hesitation. I dropped a large log on the floor at my feet. " I thought you knew" she said. "Aren't you gay as well?" still smiling. "Yes, I am" I stated feeling stupid. When that was out of the way, we became more open...more brave with our questions. We seemed to have so much in common. I thought I had died and went straight to heaven. The friend that was supposed to meet her was a gay, male friend of hers. We made plans to hit the slope the next morning as we unpacked. After a nice meal of homemade vegetable soup, and fresh cornbread, we called it a night. We crawled into the big comfortable bed, exhausted from the day. The mattress was so soft, and it seemed to cradle my body. I looked over at her profile made by the fire, and her eyes were already closed. "Goodnight Amber" I whispered under my breath. I woke up sometime before sunrise. She had cuddled very close to my back...her arms wrapped tightly around me. It was a nice feeling to wake up high in the hills with a beautiful, caring woman beside me. " Morning" she said, in a hushed, angelic voice. "Yes, it is" I replied. She pulled herself closer to my back. Her hot breath flowed through my hair, and landed on my neck with a mission. " I want to kiss you," I heard her say, in the dark. I turned slowly to face her. Both of us on our sides. I couldn't see anything. The room was pitch black. Her lips slowly touched mine. She kissed very good...very passionately. My heart beat faster as her gentle tongue slid in on mine. The just as quickly as it started, the kiss ended. She told me that she had plans for us that day. I love a woman that keeps you in suspense. I wanted to go further, but anticipation caved into curiosity. I could see daylight sneaking up outside the window. The sky was gray through the panes, but it was no longer snowing. We crawled lazily out from under the warm covers, and searched for something to wear. I was amazed when she dropped her sweats off, and stood there naked. She wasn't the shy little girl she had been the night before...the one that went in the bathroom to change into her sleep wear. She had no underwear on, and her ass looked as fine as some of the statues I had viewed just yesterday in the museum. Her breasts were rounded perfectly. Her nipples were large, and tan in color. She grinned as she caught me checking her out. Her neck and face turned a shade of red when she blushed. I fumbled around dazed in my boxers and tee, trying to get my shit together. "You are gorgeous honey" I said in an amazed tone. "It's all yours" she shot back. I couldn't even respond. We fumbled through breakfast, bundled up, and followed the others out to the lift. A few flakes were falling, but the atmosphere was very still, and crisp. She playfully licked at the falling snow, and danced around. I laughed out loud when I noticed that everyone was carrying skis but us. We had been so wrapped up in each other, that we had forgot the most important thing. I retrieved the skis quickly, and caught back up with the group. We snapped our skis on our boots, and took our seat on the chair. The ride up the mountain was beautiful. I reached over and took her gloved hand into mine. The thick clothing couldn't even contain our vibes. When we reached the top we stepped off of the lift onto a flat plateau. I leaned over and gave her another kiss. We picked a trail that I had been down many times, and started to cruise down the mountain. The wind pushed on our backs, but we stayed at about the same speed. I crossed her tracks once and thought to myself how our mark had been signed forever on the hill. About 200 feet down below I saw the patch of trees. I pointed to them. It was a place I was very familiar with. I had found the cave about 2 years back on a hike, while camping here in the summer. The mouth of the cave was lined up by piles of drifting snow. Amber lit a cigarette, and had that "I'm not going in there first" look. I snapped out of my skis, took the lighter from her hand, and ventured cautiously inside. I found the cave empty, as I had prayed it would be. Fortunately there was firewood left by someone that had the same great idea as me. I piled the twigs up and took some "in case of emergency toilet paper" from my pocket for a starter. Due to my intense wishing, the twigs caught up. The fire grew...casting a glow along the rock walls. I told her it was OK to come in. She jokingly said she was proud that my boyscout training had paid off. The cave warmed up nicely as the flames grew bigger. I feared that someone might see the smoke and come to our rescue, but the risk of being caught only added to the fun. We spread our coats down beside the fire, and she was the first to undress. I felt so savage there in the cave with her. She was so enchanting. She sat down on the jackets, and stared directly at me. I couldn't be shy at this point, so I hummed a little strip music, and seductively undressed. The look in her eye reminded me of a cat that is about to eat a bird. She was very focused. I too became serious when she eased her legs apart, and showed her inner lips to me. A drop of sweet nectar eased out and disappeared down the crack of her ass. My clit thumped as she trailed her finger down to recapture it. She then held it out to me like an offering, and I quickly accepted. I sucked her finger inside my hot mouth. The eroticism of her juice covered finger sliding in and out on my tongue, made every nerve in my body alive. "Eat me" she demanded. I fell to my knees in front of her...ran my tongue down the length of her hot slit...capturing every drop...on down to her ass. Deep moans escaped as she directed my finger inside of her forbidden place. I slide in gently so she could adjust, then sucked her throbbing clit into my lips. I indulged like I never had before. I slid my finger slowly in and out with perfect motion. I focused all of my attention on her satisfaction. I transcended myself into her body...into her desire. She tossed her head back, and her body shuddered in deep climax. Her loud moans echoed around in the cave. "Let me...taste you too" she mumbled out, while still cumming. I turned around and lowered myself down on to her...finger still inside. I sucked her clit back in, as she licked frantically against mine. Another orgasm shook her once more as I humped in rhythm against her face. She called out from beneath me...her moans traveling inside of me...I went over the edge with her...my soul left, and in it's place a river of ecstasy washed in. Time and reality lost all meaning, as we came over and over again together. When we grew still and silent, I rolled off of her. I stared at the ceiling of the cave...tried to catch my breath. We laid there and laughed...talked about our plans, as the fire lost it's force. I started believing in destiny again when I met Amber. There was no other explanation for the order that things had taken place. Who would have thought this would occur from a run in with a stranded motorist?