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Natures Beauty

by Samantha Solesbee
© November 2000

While camping alone in the Pisgah National forest, a very erotic event took place. I arrived on a Friday. My truck was packed down with plenty of food, gear, and wood. I ignored the warnings from my family and took off for a weekend alone. I found a spot high in the mountains by the awesome river. I looked down the small bank into the water. The currents flowed so peaceful over the rocks forming pools excellent for my evening baths. I knew without a doubt that I had picked the perfect location to pitch my tent. After many trips up and down the hill to unload, I walked to the waters edge, undressed from the sweaty cargo pants, and tee and began to creep slowly into the water. The clear, cold water was refreshing and refueled my tired body momentarily. The water was so cold that my nipples became instantly erect. I waded through a small current to a large rock. The rock had a flat surface after a little climb, and its warmth felt good against my cool bare skin. Oh to be naked and alone with my thoughts. I could smell the pine trees, and the wind blew gently as the water droplets slowly dried on my tanned skin. Somewhere in my tranquility, I dozed off for a nap. I awoke to the sound of some noise in the distance. I was sure their were no other campers when I arrived. Hell I was in the wilderness. Why would I care if I got caught nude bathing? "This is God's country and we are born nude," I said to myself. I could barely see her walking the trail above me. I waited to see who followed, but she seemed to be alone. The suns power was so comforting that I slipped back off into another nap. Her voice was soft, and seductive. I heard someone say hello. I thought at first I was dreaming of angels, but I lifted one eye to find my new neighbor there in the water beside me. She was butt naked! She laughed as I tried to cover my entire body nervously with only my two hands. I felt at ease when I heard her giggle. "Hello" I responded. She told me her name was Tracy, and I introduced myself. Her hair was long, but she had it pinned in a bun on the top of her head. She smiled, pulled the pins out, and I watched long locks of beautiful brown curls fall down around her face. "Holy shit" I thought. I must be dreaming. She ducked under the water and with one movement pulled her body up beside me. The cold water dripped on my leg, as she leaned over and put her lips on mine. I started breathing faster, and my head started spinning. Yes, this must be a dream. In a low seductive voice, she said "is this a fantasy come true or what? We must have been destined to meet like this." I was sure it wasn't a dream at that point, and I pulled her back against me for another kiss. This one was more intense. Her soft tongue dueled with mine, and she nibbled gently on my bottom lip. My body ached as she ran her delicate hand up my thigh. She used the weight of her firm body to ease me back on the boulder. I felt her pubic bone slide up to meet mine. She then slid one hand between us and opened herself on to me. Her pussy was so wet, and it slid against my closely shaved mound. I felt her hard clit touch mine as she pushed up against me deeper. The friction ignited a fire inside of me like only another woman could. She humped against me until I almost came, and then stopped. She slid slowly, snake like, down the length of my body. Her hot tongue licked a path down to my crotch, and she hastily pulled my outer lips in to her mouth. I moaned as she looked up at me and said "lets be the object of raw passion this weekend." I didn't have time to respond as she licked up my crevice and circled my throbbing clit with the tip of her tongue. Sliding one finger inside of me, I just couldn't stand it any longer. My body went into ecstasy overdrive. I lost all control, and my hips raised up against her face. I could feel the rock beneath me scraping against my flesh. The pain, and the pleasure sent me into another mind boggling wave of convulsion that made me lose all sense of direction. She then crept up my body like a cougar on the prowl, and positioned her drenched pussy over my face. I took her ass in my hands, and lowered her into perfect position over my long tongue. Her juice tasted like nectar from a fruit, and I licked savagely not to waste a drop. My eyes entranced, looked up her stomach, and focused on her enchanting glare. She was biting her lip in passion. I begin in slow motion licking every inch of her folds. Moving her around with my hands. Her back arched in anticipation, so I went in for the kill. Her clit rolled around like a marble on my tongue, and I felt her orgasm take hold. Her body shook in my grip, and I felt her pussy pulsating and quivering as I sucked. She came for a long time, and then slipped back on my chest. We cuddled there in the sun and I ran my finger through her hair. "Perhaps it is better to camp with a companion" I pondered to myself with a devilish grin on my face. The day drifted away in our afterglow. I couldn't wait for the sun to go down
so I could ravish her body by a roaring fire...

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A Glimpse Of Our Future

by CKing
© January 2001

It was after 11:00 am when I got the call from Corporate. Be on the 2:15 flight out, today, to Houston, land by 4:00 and do a visual inspection of the acquisition site one last time before 5:00 p.m. to O.K. the sale for Monday morning. I could fly back Saturday and have “blessed” the view with my own eyes. Gee, what things our management thrills on spending money for. It didn’t take me long to turn it into a plan. Secretaries and assistants were already punching in the tickets and making the hotel arrangements. I was unfortunate that there was a huge antiques dealers conference and all but the most very expensive hotels were booked. I’d have to stay at the Hyatt. The kids were visiting their Dad for the weekend so they’d be picked up at school. Now for the home front. I dialed the number knowing I’d catch my sweetheart just getting in from Grad classes exhausted but through for the weekend.
“Hello you!”, I said sweetly when the phone was picked up with an afternoon, ‘hello’ on the other end.
“You doing O.K., it’s the middle of the day?”, came the response with a little concern noted in the voice.
“Can’t I call home ever without you wondering if I’m sick or something?” I said back. There was a moment of silence. “Listen, I’ve been called from Corporate. Have to go look at that site we’re closing on Monday. In Houston. Today,” I just blurted out waiting to here the sigh on the other end. I didn’t have to travel that often but it always had a way of just disrupting the normal routine of things.

“Will you be gone long? All weekend?” came the sweet voice trying hard to not show emotion either way.
“This is the thing. I want you to grab your books, throw our best duds in a suitcase and meet me at the airport in an hour. We’re eating dinner in Texas tonight and we’ll be back before Church on Sunday,” I said most business-like.
“You’re kidding right?” rang through the phone. “No, the flight leaves at 2:15 and I’ve already gotten you a ticket. We used a few of our super saver miles and it was only $49.00 to add you. There’s a convention in Houston so all the cheap hotels are booked. We’re staying at the Hyatt Regency tonight and when we get there I’m taking a car to just do a drive by of the property, that’s all, then I’ll meet you at the hotel. Lay out my clothes and you go to the bar. I’ll be there to meet you at 6:30 and it’ll be a date,” I rambled, “can you handle that?”.
“Our best duds, huh?” was asked finally after a long pause.
“Our best. The Spindletop at the top of the hotel. Candles and soft lights, romantically over-looking Houston with my baby. Will you join me?”, I begged sweetly into the phone.
“How can I refuse? I’m jumping in the shower and shining my shoes. I’ll meet you at the airport in an hour with the suitcase....sweet thing,” came a cheerful reply.

I closed up my computer, bid good bye to the crew and headed to the airport. I went ahead and checked in then waited at the front entrance to look for my spouse. With our hectic schedules it would be nice to share the glimpse of a city with my love instead of having to just call for a good-night kiss.

The flight was quick with my Grad student pounding away at the lap top and an occasional squeeze of my hand. We landed in beautiful Houston with the sun dipping lower in the afternoon sky under blue clouds and a warm breeze even for January. I kissed my lover of six years and sent the taxi off to the hotel as I took another to make a quick trip by the property I was to look at. The cab driver shrugged as I clicked a few digital shots of the vacant lot that looked just like the same ones in the file I had taken three months earlier. I did take one of the hotel going up next door that was marginally further a long then my last visit. I called Phoenix from the car and verified the request
instructing everyone to proceed with closing. With work now done I enjoyed to rest of the ride to the hotel. Bold and numerous sky scrappers and green-ways crammed into just a few square miles of flatness created an impression of such beauty and efficiency all in one gulp.

Tipping the driver heavily for his patience I got out at the Regency feeling quite executive as the door person held the door for me to enter. It was a grand hotel in the heart of downtown and the 5:30 Friday bustle was evident about the entrance. I checked in at the desk and picked up the second key. When I opened the door to the suite, I was taken aback by the luxurious decor and elegance of the huge set of rooms. A combination living room bar area with a small meeting table and double doors leading to an enormous bedroom. There was no sound in the suite but I was tickled to find a note from my lover placed carefully next to an iced down bottle of Ice House on the table. It said simply, “Your clothes are on the bed. Take a quick shower. I’ll be the sharp sexy one at the bar. Love, M.”

I opened the Ice House and took a long, welcomed sip. My short silvery sequined cocktail dress was draped gently on the bed with a black bra, garters and dark hose laying beside. “Mmmmm”, I thought, “no underwear
to be seen anywhere.” Just my mid-high black heels. I headed off to the shower and quickly put on fresh make-up with a splash of more color. Surveying myself in the mirror with the last of sip of my beer I felt myself growing warmer with the anticipation of meeting my love. One more spray of cologne and I headed out the door.

Taking the elevator to the top of the Hyatt I was pleased it was not fully crowded. Early yet I supposed. I took a ten dollar bill from my purse and folded it into my hand. When I arrived at the entrance to the Spindletop I was absorbing the romantically dim lighting and elegantly dressed patrons creating a quiet mumbling stir around me. The maitre de approached and asked if I wanted a table for one. He said there was about a 15 minute wait. I told him I was meeting someone in the bar and could he find a nice table for two in the smoking section and come get
me. I pressed the ten into his hand. Smiling, he said, “But of course. I will arrange a quiet table and will find you there myself when it is ready. This way to the bar, Madame.” I followed behind him towards the center of the huge restaurant. Stepping aside he motioned his hand in a wave for me to enter. A long mahogany bar stretched out as long as a basketball court to my left flanked by high stools. Dots of “leaning” tables and stools were among the centered section of terraced bar space. You could see the main dining areas minuscule through vined lattice that surrounded the area and created it’s own high ceiling ambiance. There was a beautiful blue-eyed blonde at the bar
wearing a silky black long gown slit all the way up her long glamorous leg. Several well dressed gentleman in suits surrounded her making small talk and laughing gently with her. I spotted my mate and headed over.

“Buying drinks?” I said somewhat loudly as I approached the group, the blonde’s sexy crossed leg moving gently in the air up and down almost hypnotically.
One of the gentleman spoke, “She is meeting someone and won’t let us buy her a drink. But as beautiful as you are, surely you would let us treat you to a cocktail?”

Leaning over and kissing my honey on the cheek I grabbed the stool next to the blonde. Looking right at the gentleman that had spoken I said, “I don’t know sweetie, why wouldn’t you let them buy you a drink?”
“You’re the husband she’s been waiting for?”, the gentleman said with true disappointment sounding through his voice.
“No, I’m the wife, ” I said cheerfully. We smiled at each other and I squeezed her hand.
“Shot down by two beautiful women in less than an hour, we’re washed up Bob, just washed up,” the other said with a wink and a laugh.

The gentleman drifted away as I ordered a drink and stared dreamily into my darling’s face. “You look awful nice this evening gorgeous. May I buy you a drink?” I said.
“Of course YOU can my dear. You’re looking most sexy yourself,” she said eyeing me up and down. I ordered her another drink and we chatted quietly together about the hotel and my last minute few of the lot. It wasn’t long before the maitre de came to show us to our table. I couldn’t take my eyes off the view far above Houston from this slowly spinning restaurant in the sky. It was a clear night and the lights of the city bounced softly through the room dimly lit and speckled with the flicker from table candles. We were directed to a table not far from a small wooden floored dance area. A band consisting of just a piano, a bass, a violin and muffled trumpeter quietly churned away very old songs over the slow drum of the eating and chatting room full of diners. Mary and I sat and just smiled as we took in the room, the view and the tantalizing hum of the music and the people. Across the table we squeezed each other’s hand and simultaneously sighed deep in and out slowly.
“I love you so much,” I beamed to her with my sweetest coo looking her directly in the eyes..
“I love you more”, she said smiling back.
For years we have played with those two very statements. Depending on which of us said the first part first, it has always been the other’s always response. Followed then always by a round of “but I need you more, or I want you more, or but I have to have you more,” that has been whispered anyplace, any time the “I love you more” has been said. Such a most true and natural love that I myself have ever experienced. To feel someone else’s love back so as strongly as your own for them.
Incredible.

We giggled and chatted as we drooled over the menu. It was extra nice that the company could at least pick up the maximum limit on my portion of the meal for “business expenses” but we also did not do this very often and having this very special opportunity to dress up and eat in a nice place, we splurged on appetizers and expensive entrees. I couldn’t stop just admiring her. We smiled, touched each other under the table with our knees, and enjoyed our time pretty much oblivious of the room or the people around us. She was so beautiful. She kept telling me how beautiful I was and we kept just saying this is so beautiful as we looked out on Houston in all it’s lights and our surroundings.

The band didn’t have a singer, but we both spoke the words aloud as it sweetly played out the song that was played at our wedding, Amazed by Lone Star. Couples slowly gathered on the dance floor in quiet embraces. Mary squeezed my hand and pulled me up. With a tear and a smile in her eye she walked me towards the dance floor. We didn’t care whether we were in one of the swankiest restaurants in Houston Texas, two lesbians dancing closely in feminine dress, with all eyes suddenly upon us. We didn’t hear anything but the words of the song and saw only the love in front of us as we swayed gently to the music. Mary cooing the lines and my smile lighting up. Each phrase, each chord having a special meaning just for us. The years we have had and the ones ahead of us together flashing before me in such an awesome moment. Dancing with her, feeling her love, being the one. We held each other and felt it both. I kissed her gently and lovingly on the cheek as the song ended. She blushed and smiled deep into me. We walked back to our table hand in hand and sat down to the most delicious spread of appetizers we’d ever seen. Shrimp and marinated meat balls. Cheeses and fresh vegetables. Dips and sauces in splendid array. We chucked and dug in.

We enjoyed a meal of broiled fish and marinated potatoes for Mary and grilled medallion beef with mushrooms and rice for me. Rich and delicious. After a while into the splendid evening, the waiter came to our table with two glasses and a bottle of one of the hotel’s best champagnes. As he popped the cork and poured it I looked at Mary and said “Oh sweetheart, you are so special ordering this for us.”
Looking with question back, she said “but I didn’t, I thought perhaps you did.”
The waiter, smiling, having finished pouring our glasses and placing the bottle in a side bucket of ice, said “compliments of the couple at table Two just behind you.”
We turned and saw the sweetest couple of older women, probably in their seventies, holding hands on the table not too far from us. They had watched our dance. They raised their glass and we raised ours. In a quiet toast to one another they complimented our display of love and future in being at the same place celebrating our own life and love at that very same evening, that very same place in time that they were, as a couple. It was very moving. We thanked them in an additional salute for the champagne and returned to our meal. Just looking across the table at each other and smiling at our wealth and good fortune. We would be those ladies in another twenty five years. In love still and enjoying a night out. Perhaps spying a another young lesbian couple entranced in being together and hoping them well for a future together.
It was just all so splendid.

Mary ordered coffee and asked about dessert. I told her I needed to powder my nose but I would take care of desert. I excused myself and went to the rest room. Before returning to the table I went to the concierge. I ordered a bottle of cognac and a sampling dessert tray of chocolates and cakes, eclairs and parfaits to be sent to the room. Beside myself, I returned to the table and we drank the last glasses of champagne after Mary’s coffee and a long lingering time over the ambiance and the view.

We returned to our room and we sampled all of the desserts. Naked, we sipped cognac then made love until late into the night. As we left the next morning, all our memories still glowing, I thought of the lady couple we had seen. One day I wanted to come here in my seventies, with Mary and have another special dinner. Just to reflect, remember and toast our own glimpse into the wonderful future we had and live again in our time.

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High Riders

by Samantha Solesbee
© December 2000

I met Danielle at the stables just like every time before. She already had Skipper, and Dusty out of their stalls, saddled and ready to ride. Danielle had a devilish grin on her face today for some reason. I had spent many nights alone in front of a fire trying to figure out how to tell this woman just what she really meant to me. She was wearing a tight pair of Levi's today with a rip over her right knee, and a soft cotton blouse. My thoughts began to wonder as she put her foot in the stir up, and lifted herself into the saddle. Her long dark hair, and enchanting eyes reminded me of some of the Cherokee women I had met on the reservation last summer. I imagined the curves of her body in my hands. She looked back and asked me "what are you waiting on? I quickly mounted Dusty, and kicked him gently in the flanks. I couldn't wait to get started. I heard Danielle trotting behind me down the path that led down to the beach. For a moment I was stuck in time. It was like being in a vacuum when I looked at her. Everything seemed to freeze around her. She took the lead and we rode down to the surf. The ocean licked at the shoreline, and I could see the seagulls up ahead playing on the sand. I watched as her perfect ass went up and down on the seat, and she put Skipper into a steady run. Oh how I would love to trade my face for the leather beneath her. I pulled up beside her. The salty spray had drenched her blouse, and I noticed she was bare beneath it. Her bouncing nipples were erect, and I wondered to myself why she chose to leave her bra behind today. After all we had been riding together for sometime without a hint of attraction from her part. She pushed in front of me and trailed back up the dunes. She was going to an erotic spot on the beach. I had been there several times with other women, wishing that she was there in their place. She dropped down off of the horse, and tied him to a large gnarled piece of driftwood. I of course followed her steps in pursuit of something to quench this hunger she ignited inside of me. Over the ridge I found her sitting on a blanket. A chilled bottle of wine in an open cooler, and fresh fruit in a wicker basket. My heart raced. This whole day had been planned. Had my desire been this detectable? I had tried so hard to hide the way my blood boiled in the essence of her beauty. I fell before her on my knees and gave her the deepest, erotic kiss my lips had ever performed. My warn tongue was engulfed in the heat of hers as it slid in her soft pouty lips. I pushed her back gently and the damp clothes between us seemed to form steam in our desire. One by one I unbuttoned her shirt licking teasingly at each area of inviting bronze skin disclosed. Small moans of anticipation escaped her throat as I pulled each nipple gently between my teeth. She tasted of salt from the sea. I pulled the shirt off of her shoulders, and continued my tongue trail down her firm stomach to the buttons on her jeans. With my teeth, I tugged at the buttons and the zipper slid down in my heated power. There was my point of interest. All trimmed and waiting for me. She lifted her body as I slid her the Levi's down her hips. Her legs were even more awesome than I had imagined. I recalled how many times I had envisioned them around my neck. I began nibbling her outer flesh and I could see her delicious juice gathering as she began to squirm under me. Her clit peeked out from her folds, and I knew by her texture that she was dying to be relieved. My long directional tongue slid in. I imagined she tasted even better than the fruit she had brought for us to eat. That gave me an idea. Keeping my mouth on her hard clit, I reached over blindly with my free hand, and pulled a banana out of the fruit basket. She must have spotted it because she lifted her hips even further welcoming my penetration. The fruit glided in very easy with the help of her natural lubrication. I sucked her lips in my warm mouth, and begin to slide my forbidden tool in an out in perfect motion. I could tell by her reaction that the tip was hitting her g spot. I knew she wouldn't last much longer when she thrust her mound hard against my face. Waves or orgasms ripped through her body. Where one left off, another seemed to find its place. I kept my tongue inside while she bucked against me wildly. After what seemed like hours she gave one last tremble and collapsed beneath me. That was the day I knew that Danielle and I would be riding horses together for a long time.

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Fun Nights

by Samantha Solesbee
© January 2001

I watched motionless as her silhouette slipped out of the soft, cotton sheets. She crept silently into the bathroom. Our bedroom was a cool, light blue color at night. The only light was just a few small rays from the street lamp down below. I listened from the dark as my lover partially closed the bathroom door behind her. To my surprise, when she turned the light on, a two finger wide, crack filled with an immense glow. It left me a great view of her perfect, nude body. I felt childlike, and sneaky knowing that she thought I was asleep. My breath caught as I watched her shut the toilet lid. My heart started beating faster, and my breath quickened as she sat down on the closed seat. Her back arched as the cold porcelain met her creamy, soft skin. I watched as she accustomed herself to the cold sensation. Inch by inch her hot body warmed where she sat. My sleepy eyes widened as she slid her ass to the edge of the bowl, and rested her neck back on the tank. She lifted her left foot with it's freshly painted toenails, and placed it firmly on the toilet paper holder in front of her. This angle gave me the perfect view of her soaked crotch. Her wet contents glistened, and caused a sparkle in my eye. She traced her finger across her flushed face, and her eyes fluttered in passion. I could feel my own juices begin to surface, as she trailed her finger across her full lips. She then slid it teasingly inside on her tongue. I wanted to suck her lips inside my hot mouth, and kiss her so passionately. She moved that same wet finger down her neck, across her chest, and stopped to circle each nipple. They became instantly erect at her touch. The sight was almost more than I could bear. She then slid her hand down her belly. I watched as she gently fingered her outer lips. She was clean shaven, and her finger slid about easily, as she distributed her delicious, natural lubrication. I wanted to suck her finger clean. I wanted to slide my tongue inside, and lay my desire heated tongue on her clit. In that instant, she slipped her fingers deep inside of her crevice. She gasped out as she brought her other hand down, and pushed it on her swollen clit. I couldn't handle it anymore. I had to touch myself. Never raising my eyes from her, together we thrust our fingers in and out. We massaged in perfect rhythm. I watched through my own orgasm, as her eyes shut, her legs trembled, then grew limp. I tried to control my hard breathing as she flipped the light off. She slipped quietly back into the bed beside me. My heart was pounding like a bass drum. In a soft, seductive, playful voice I heard her ask "How was that for
foreplay?"

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Sweet Dreams

by Samantha Solesbee
© January 2001

Caramelized trees lined the road, as I drove anxiously down the path. Irrational thoughts of bright, green, dew covered leaves floated by my vision of trust. Opaque ice palaces were visible on the horizon. Nemesis guarded the
door to guide my illusions. She was very voluptuous, but I dare not make eye contact. Tapestries draped the walls, as we walked free spirited into her chambers. The bed was covered with red velvet, and I took my place on my knees at her feet. Knowledge erupted from her mouth, and spewed into my soul...I absorbed every word. My long-suffering made perfect sense. In an instant she began to rectify it all. The trickery, and the irrecoverable sacrifices were no longer viewed as loss. I was instructed that the tools to utilize would follow. I folded my hands under my chin, as an ice wall melted to my left. Poseidon galloped towards me on a monstrous, white horse at full speed. With one strong hand, he swiftly sat me in the seat behind him. I waved back to the goddess, as life passed by on either side. I was in a vacuum of my past, and could only glance briefly, as visions circulated around me. He navigated the stallion gallantly through the gnarled trees. The vociferous clopping of the hooves echoed in my ears. Up ahead, a clearing came into view. A stream of crystal blue water trailed before me...its current reversed to run up the knolls. Happy voices invited us for a drink. Children with pale faces, and rosy, cherub cheeks passed me a gold dipper filled with the liquid of life. Without hesitation, I tossed back my head, and swallowed every drop. Objects began to take on a vivid contrast as I became lethargic, and disoriented. I gave into the sudden urge to lie down on the crisp, cool grass...under the sunbeams of the stars. A woman in a long white gown appeared in the dark with fireflies illuminating, and disappeared inside the mirrors. I followed them in...turned to see my carcass still asleep in the field. Crystals of pink, and orange color outlined the path. I felt the presence of something congregating to greet me, but I stood all alone. A fulfilling wave of peace rushed over me. The overwhelming sensation made me collapse into a deep sleep. I felt the arms of someone strong lift me up. Although I couldn't pry my eyelids open, I recognized the voice. "Go forth" I heard the voice say. Morpheus, as gentle as a father, laid me back in my own bed. That's when I woke up.