Above it All Ch. 04-05

"You on top, this time," I said. "Take me however you want me."

"I want you hard and inside me. This time there's no rush, is there?"

"No, no rush at all," I agreed.

However long it was, it was long enough. It had been some time since I'd had an experience quite like it. Gabrielle was completely in charge and knew exactly what she wanted. We wordlessly changed positions several times with her simple hand pressures as my guide. She had only the one orgasm, but it produced mine as well and we lay sated and comfortable in each other's arms. It had been a perfect union after an imperfect beginning.

"Mind if I stay here?" she mumbled.

"No, not at all. I want to wake up with you in the morning. I want to smell the scent of your body and make love to you again."

"Hmmm, sounds lovely. G'night, lover," she managed as her eyes closed.

I was only seconds behind her.

Chapter 5 The Start of Something Big

I woke before Gabrielle and lay still, admiring her pale gold hair as it flowed over her pillow. She was as beautiful as I imagined her in her naked pose. She looked completely at peace and content. The call of nature demanded that I relieve myself. I slipped out of bed, carefully avoiding waking her. I was as quiet as possible while I was in the bathroom, including washing my hands and brushing my teeth.

She was just beginning to wake when I returned. I slid into bed beside her and she immediately put her arm around me and pulled me to her. That relieved my concerns about any second thoughts to our activities last night. She was in no hurry to become fully awake, so I simply lay quietly, my hand gently stroking her perfect bottom.

She had the female athlete's body, a study in perfection. Her breasts weren't large, but they were evident and firm. Her waist was slim, flaring to a glorious pair of hips. Her thighs were strong, but not thick, and her calves were prominent. All in all, she was my Aphrodite, a goddess of beauty and love. It wasn't difficult at all to fall completely in love with her. It was a first for me. I'd been in lust before, and in like once or twice, but never like this.

I felt her move as her hand came up and stroked my cheek.

"You need a shave," she said with a gravely tone.

"And a shower," she added afterwards. "There's room for two. Let me use the bathroom, then join me."

Like I was going to say "No?" Hardly.

She moved slowly, giving me a wonderful view of her body from the back as she walked slowly to the ensuite. I wasn't sure, but I thought she might have been giving me a little show as her hips seemed to be moving with a little more sway than I was used to seeing.

I heard her flush and then the shower come on. Slowly getting out of bed, I moved to the bathroom and knocked before entering.

"You were waiting for an invitation?" she wondered with a grin.

There were four shower heads in the cabinet and all were in use as we entered. It wasn't the first time I'd shared a shower with a lady friend, but none were as elegant as this, and none of my companions could hold a candle to Gabrielle for beauty.

We washed each other thoroughly, spending extra time on the sensitive parts. I washed her golden locks for her, finding the task erotic. I was fully erect and that was the signal to her that I wanted something. She faced the sidewall of the cabinet and spread her hands and legs, gazing over her shoulder at me.

I didn't need an engraved invitation to know what she was inviting. I used my fingers to prepare her and make sure she was well lubricated. It wasn't long before I was carefully entering her, accompanied by her now familiar gasps and verbal encouragement.

"Oh, yes, yes, please. Oh God, Kyle, you fill me so much. Make it last baby, make it last."

That was the most difficult part of her demand. I found I had to start and stop and start again to keep from a premature end to our mating. I managed to extend my time until Gabrielle began to insist on a more forceful finish.

"Fuck me, baby, fuck me like you own me," she cried, her hips driving back onto my erection. I followed her demands and soon enough we both finished with our bodies pressed up against the wall tiles.

We were slightly out of breath, now holding each other as we leaned into the wall. I bent down and kissed her, mindful of my unshaven face, but unwilling to delay the irresistible urge to tell her how I felt.

"You're not getting between my legs with that face, Mister," she grinned, her lips now kissing my shoulders and neck.

"Well then, I guess I'd better shave if I want to finish what I wasn't able to last night," I smirked.

"Good idea," she said, returning for another deep kiss, regardless of my whiskers.

"Let me clean myself up and you can get dry. Don't go away. I might need your help drying me," she said with a soft voice and a softer smile.

I was almost dizzy with delight at just how the past few hours had turned out. I didn't expect it, and that made it even more amazing to me. It's not like we'd been dating for weeks, but I was curious about how and why it all came about so quickly. I waited until I was drying her with the heated towel from the rack.

"You surprised me, Gabrielle. I wasn't expecting we would be together this soon."

"I'll be truthful with you, Kyle. I've wanted you from that day we ran together. At first it was a pure sexual attraction, but when we discovered just how much we had in common and how compatible we were, I couldn't resist. I knew how this lodge was laid out, so with Georgette's help, I made sure we had adjoining rooms and I could get from one to the other without being seen."

"Oh, so Georgette was in on this too?"

"Of course. She said she could tell we were perfect together and she recognized the sexual attraction. She simply allowed us to decide if it would happen or not. The wine and conversation last night really loosened up my libido. I was ready to rape you if you didn't respond, so there was no point in playing hard-to-get. I had to gamble that you felt the way I did too."

"Yeah ... pretty safe bet," I said. "I'd have to be an idiot to turn you away, and my Momma didn't raise no idiots."

"So how do you feel this morning?"

"I was a little worried you might have regrets. I mean, I realized the wine was the catalyst for your passion, but would you feel differently in the morning? I haven't seen any sign of that," I said.

"None ... not a one. I wanted you and I wanted you to want me. I was pretty sure of myself and you ... just a woman's intuition I guess ... but you were exactly as I hoped you would be. Now we have to think about where we go from here," she added.

"I suggest we begin with getting dressed and having some breakfast as a start. Then a day's skiing before we return here. A nice meal with good friends, then maybe I'll shave before we go to bed. How does that sound?"

"A perfect plan," she smiled broadly. "Let's go."

~*~

It was early in the ski season, and despite it being the first long weekend that Squaw Valley was open, the slopes weren't terribly crowded. Perhaps the lure of a turkey dinner and endless football, not to mention 'Black Friday,' was a more enticing lure. For whatever reason, the lines to the lifts were short and the weather perfect for our day.

We returned to the lodge just before five, and headed up to our rooms to shower and change.

"Oh, let that hot water run on my thigh muscles, please," Gabrielle pleaded as we shared the shower.

"Ah, you're a bit sore I gather," I said, running my hand over her naked bottom.

"Stiff. The first day of ski season always stretches some different muscles."

"I have a suggestion for you," I said. "I used to get a massage after a long training or competition run. The college had a couple of properly trained massage therapists and we took advantage of them. I learned from one of them how to do some of my own massages. I could offer you the benefit of my experience if you're willing."

"That's sounds like a wonderful idea," she agreed. "Why don't we do that before we go to bed? I'll sleep better if I'm not too uncomfortable."

"Okay. I won't pretend I'm an expert, but I do know enough not to do you harm."

"I'll take a chance," she smiled, rubbing her bare breasts into my chest and kissing me as the warm shower water cascaded over us.

It was another fine meal prepared by Georgette and Gabrielle and between the skiing and all the outdoor exercise, the four of us agreed on an early night if we planned to go back to Squaw Valley the next day. As we walked up the stairway to our rooms, I could see that Gabrielle was a little stiff, and probably sore from the workout her muscles got.

"Why don't you get changed and use the bathroom first," I suggested. "I'll get set up in my room for the massage."

"Oh ... I'd almost forgotten about that, but if you can do something about my soreness, I'll reward you," she smiled.

"I'll be waiting for you," I said, patting her on the butt as she moved to her room.

I had already taken a couple of large towels from the bathroom closet and after removing the duvet, I spread them across the bedsheets to protect them. I had some massage oil in a small dispenser for just this situation and all I needed to do was warm it up a small amount. I'd do that when it was my turn in the bathroom. In the meantime, I had stripped to my boxers and waited for Gabrielle to finish her nightly routine.

When the door opened, she appeared wearing only a pair of bikini panties, and strolled toward me with a look that told me what she was thinking.

"You're going to put those big hands on me and make me feel better, aren't you," she said in a sultry voice.

"That will just be the start," I grinned, waggling my eyebrows.

That produced a little laugh from her as she came into my arms.

"Do you really think you can make me forget about my soreness?" she asked. She was really laying the sexy tone on thick for my benefit.

"If I can't, you can punish me," I promised.

"Ah ... so what do I do now and why are these towels on the bed?"

"Just relax for a couple of minutes and all will be revealed."

She gave me a questioning smile before sitting on the edge of the bed. I rose and went to the bathroom to complete my preparations, and in less than five minutes I was back. As I exited the ensuite, I saw she was lying back on the towels, her eyes closed. I wondered if she might be too tired for a massage, but as I neared, her eyes opened and she smiled.

"Okay, my dear, roll over and lie on your front, with your arms by your side. Turn your head whichever way is most comfortable for you. Put a pillow under it if that helps."

She followed my instructions wordlessly and ended up with a pillow and her head turned in my direction.

"Okay, I'm going to start on the soles of your feet ... your plantar muscles, then the calves, then the thighs, and finally the 'glutes.'"

"Bottom to bottom, then," she grinned.

"Very good. I have some warm massage oil here and that's the reason for the towels. I don't want to get oil on the bedding."

"Maybe I should take my panties off too."

"I can do that for you. It will save them from getting oil on them."

She made it easy for me to remove her panties and once again, she was completely naked. It was hard not to stare at her perfect body. I began slowly, gently adding the oil to her thighs, calves, and feet.

"Oh, that feels good," she remarked.

"I'm going to start now," I said and I picked up her right foot and using my thumbs, began to massage the plantar muscle.

It was easy to remember the moves from my college running days, and as I slowly worked my way up the right side of her body, I could tell it was having the desired effect on her. I was also getting some verbal feedback from her that confirmed it.

"I'll leave the glutes for last," I said as I moved over to begin on the left side of her body, once again beginning with her foot.

When I completed the thigh muscle massage, I began to straddle her, using both hands on her butt to loosen those muscles. Again, I got some appreciative feedback.

"Okay, Gabrielle, I want you to turn over now. I'm going to work on the inside of your thighs."

She didn't hesitate to roll onto her back and look up at me appreciatively.

"How are you feeling? Am I helping?"

"Oh, yeah," she grinned. "It feels great. Keep going."

There was one thing that I hadn't thought about and that was my own reaction to having my hands oiling and massaging a beautiful woman. I was already partly erect, and in boxers, there was no hiding it. Gabrielle noticed and quickly glanced at me with a knowing smile before slipping her hand inside my fly and grasping my now full-blown erection.

The only thing I could think of doing was to continue with my plan. Oil first, then the two-handed massage. Of course, there was a variation I now considered.

"Spread your legs a little," I suggested.

"Typical male," she snorted, "gets a hard-on and wants me to spread my legs."

I gave her a strangled laugh in reply. But the truth was, she was becoming aroused herself. I began to knead the firm thigh muscles, concentrating on the inner thigh, working my way up from the knee to her crotch. Once again, I began with the right leg before moving over to the left. I'd spent five minutes or so with this element before I decided to go for the gold. I allowed the edge of my hand to brush against the lightly haired slit at the top of the thigh. I got an immediate response.

She didn't protest or make a comment, but raised her knees to open the area to me. Her legs were splayed apart in an open invitation to for me to continue. At the time, she had a light, warm grip on my erection and began to slide her hand up and down, causing me to gasp at one point.

I probed her labia with a single finger to begin with, but added a second as she continued to encourage me. She pulled me by my erection toward her head and took me in her mouth as I continued to reach down and masturbate her. She was well lubricated and I could detect the scent of her arousal.

"You ready for some internal massage?" I wondered in a quiet voice.

"Now, baby. Do me now."

I shucked my boxers, climbed onto the bed once more, and lowered myself to her with her guidance. I slipped inside her aided by her lubrication and the massage oil that now covered my cock. I was in no hurry and it appeared that Gabrielle wasn't either. I was going for deep and slow to begin, but as she began to respond more aggressively, I could feel the urgency in my body to complete this joining. I lasted a minute or two longer than I expected, but when the time came, there was no stopping my release.

As I rolled off her, she immediately rolled on top of me, kissing me and murmuring affection.

"That was perfect, baby," she moaned. "I want more of that."

"How's the soreness?" I asked.

"What soreness? You made it all go away. I'm officially declaring you my personal massage therapist, both outside and in."

"Maybe it's just endorphins masking it," I suggested with a grin.

"No ... it was definitely orgasmic synapses ... or whatever," she chuckled as she lay on my chest, her hands under her chin while her eyes were focused on me.

"Hmmm. Orgasmic synapses, eh? I'll have to look that one up. Could be a whole new treatment for pain."

"How come you didn't do my upper body? It might have been sore too," she said.

"I thought I'd save that for a different session. I didn't want to use up my entire repertoire all at once. Besides, I only learned how to deal with legs, so it would be more experimental."

"If you're going to experiment, it had better be with me," she said with a mock stern look.

"Don't worry, no one else would let me come near them," I chuckled.

"Yeah ... you are kind of big and intimidating. Good thing I'm not some little shorty, huh 'Too Tall,'" she laughed, reminding me not to give her any more of my former nicknames.

"Yeah, damn good thing. We are a good match physically. Damn good thing altogether," I agreed.

We lay together for a while before rising and heading for the shower, confining ourselves to washing off the massage oil. I considered the whole adventure a big success and Gabrielle did as well. I wondered if she'd tell Georgette about it. No matter, I would try and think of something different to please her the next night. It was enjoyable to see her respond so willingly to my efforts.

We made love the next morning before rising and heading for the shower once more. We seemed to be in perfect harmony with each other, and as we learned more and more about our likes and dislikes, I grew more and more aware that this was the woman I wanted in my life permanently. I know I was rushing things, but given enough time, I was sure I could win her hand.

We headed home early Monday afternoon. It had been a wonderful weekend and we couldn't thank John and Georgette enough for inviting us. They promised we would do this again and I felt very lucky that we had this kind of relationship with people who were so down-to-earth despite their fame and wealth.

"I won't forget this Thanksgiving for a long time," I said as we rolled down I-80 toward Sacramento and then Oakland.

"It was wonderful, wasn't it," Gabrielle agreed. "You made it special too, Kyle. I took a chance that we would were right for each other and look what happened. I feel like I've known you much longer than I actually have."

"I know what you mean," I nodded. "You are the first woman I've ever woken up with in the morning. I never expected the impact that had on me. I'd look over at you when you were sleeping and just gaze in wonder. How did I ever get this lucky?"

"I don't mind admitting that I planned to seduce you right from the start," she said. "It turned out I didn't have to try too hard, did I?"

"I can tell by the smile that you're quite proud of yourself. But, to answer your question, you didn't have to try hard at all. You'd only have had to crook your finger and I'd have come running."

"Good to know," she said with a self-satisfied smile.

"So, as a hypothetical question, what would have happened if I'd crooked my finger?" I tried.

"I'd have jumped your bones so fast it would have made your head spin," she answered immediately.

"Huh ... well ... as you say ... good to know. I don't think my head has ever spun. Doesn't sound very appealing."

"It's a metaphor, Dummy!" she snorted.

"No! Really!?" I cracked as I glanced at her. I moved my hand over the console and took hers, holding it as I drove. I got a nice squeeze in reply.

I dropped Gabrielle off at her apartment, helping her with her ski gear and bag, before kissing her. I was on a plane the next day for Seattle and Spokane before returning on Friday afternoon. We arranged to get together either Friday evening or Saturday morning. If I could arrange it, I wanted to be back in time for Friday evening.

I opened my phone on Tuesday morning as I waited to board the plane to Seattle and saw a message from John Smith. He wanted to know the name of the massage oil I used. Well, that told me there were no secrets from the past weekend. I'd have to needle Gabrielle about her sharing our intimate secrets with her friends.

I stayed in my usual place, The Doubletree Inn in South Seattle, since it was five minutes from SeaTac Airport. It was a short week with only Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday to make calls in the Seattle-Tacoma area. I'd fly to Spokane Thursday morning and hopefully be finished my business soon enough to catch the early afternoon non-stop to Oakland. It was a great plan that came undone almost immediately.

When I checked in at Oakland and handed them my complete routing, the woman at the check-in counter informed me that the schedule for the Spokane-Oakland leg had been changed and that the new non-stop flight now left at six pm and didn't arrive until eight pm. Next time, I would change my routing to prevent a reoccurrence. There were far more non-stops from Seattle than Spokane.