Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 17

He lay gently on her, brushing her hair, kissing her lightly.

They chatted for a bit as their breathing and heart-rates settled down. Danielle did most of the talking, expressing the wifely concerns she'd promised herself to avoid; but Roger was looking thin and tired.

"I'm fine," he assured her, "and I'm ready for more. Come on."

Danielle was ready herself, not having quite reached a second peak. She climbed on him and they kissed until she felt the welcome prodding on her thigh, when she manoeuvred herself to envelope his cock. Then she rode him all the way home.

They never left the bedroom all the next day and were happy but sore in just the right places when they returned to Ocean City for Roger's interview with the President. Then they parted for another three months, concentrating on their work to stifle their longing.

3In the forest

On Samothea, at more or less the same time that Roger left Celetaris, Ezra strode into the forest with a water bladder slung over a shoulder and a small pouch of red clay tied to his belt.

It was three days since he'd gone to the Forest Camp to check on Annela's health. Thankfully, she was recovering well. There had been no repeat of her dizziness and her headache was clearing up. Now he was off to the meeting-place to light the beacon and wait for Solange. The clay was to put on the fire to send up an orange smoke-signal.

When he was some miles from the camp, he crossed a glade bordered by clumps of bushes. As he crossed, two pairs of crafty eyes secretly observed him, well-concealed from within the thicket.

The hidden watchers let Ezra get a hundred feet away, then they emerged from their hides and began silently to follow him. They carried their weapons low and communicated only by hand-signals.

A mile further on, Ezra emerged into another glade. As he did so, he heard a whoosh and a thwack. Alarmed, he span around. There was an arrow embedded in a tree ten feet behind him, quivering with spent energy.

He turned again, to see where the arrow was shot from and he was attacked. Something - neither beast nor man - leapt on his back with a high-pitched shriek and clung around his neck. Instinctively he tried to shake it off.

"Hold still," his assailant said in a gruff menacing voice. "You're our prisoner. We've captured you."

"The hell you have!" he exclaimed. "Who are you?"

"Are you going to come quietly?" she asked, "or do I have to cut your throat?"

Her disguised voice was familiar but he was disoriented. There was something pressing against his neck. He stood still.

"That's better," she said. "And no reaching for your penknife."

Ezra pulled his hand out of his pocket but he was suspicious. The woman clinging to him was very light and not particularly strong. He span around and twisted away. His attacker was easy to dislodge. She began to fall. Ezra grabbed her and held her at arm's length.

"Tamar!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing and why are you covered in leaves? ... Good God, girl! You're naked!"

She laughed.

"I'm camouflaged."

"You're very well camouflaged," he admitted. "I didn't see you at all, nor Carlin. I assume she was the deadly assassin who shot at me."

Carlin came out from her hiding-place and smiled at him, brandishing her bow. She was also naked but smothered in mud, leaves and grass.

"Thank you both for scaring me half to death," Ezra said. "My life was obviously too settled."

He let Tamar down. She was still holding the short stick that she'd pretended (with a touch more realism than he thought necessary) was a knife at his throat.

"Why are you both naked?"

"We were out hunting pigeons," Tamar explained. "We stripped naked and dived into a mud-pit, then we rolled in leaves and grass so we could be invisible and sneak up on them. But we saw you and decided to track you instead."

"Where are you going?" Carlin asked.

"To the meeting-place, to summon Solange."

"Are you leaving today?"

"No, I need to tell her I'm staying here for the rest of the month."

"I'm glad," Tamar said. "Now you can have sex with aunt Adarna. She's been waiting patiently and mum wants you and her to be bedmates. Will you? She's very sexy. She's got big tits."

"Big tits aren't sexy," Carlin said.

"Sure they are," Tamar said. "Isn't that right, Ezra. Big tits are better."

"I'm sorry to disagree with you, Tamar, but there's no better or worse with breasts. They're all beautiful."

Tamar wasn't convinced but smiled to herself.

She and Carlin walked with Ezra a few minutes toward the meeting-place but the pigeons in the canopy were taunting them with their cooing and soon they decided to continue their pigeon-hunt. Gaily saying goodbye to Ezra, they skipped off into the forest, arrows loaded on their bows, and were soon invisible, camouflaged against the leafy bush.

At the meeting-place, Ezra lit the fire and threw on the thick earthy powder to make an orange smoke. Then he set to chopping firewood for the store with the old stone axe the Woodlanders left there for this purpose.

By the time he heard the sound of hoofs, he'd worked up a good sweat and replenished the stock of firewood. He looked up and there was Glynn, a blonde Herder, trotting up to the meeting-place, looking warily either side, her spear at the ready in her hand.

When she saw Ezra was alone, she stowed her spear and slowed to a walk, calling to him as she approached.

"Hello, what's the emergency?"

"No emergency," Ezra said. "It's a signal for Solange."

He explained his agreement with Solange, that he would light the signal when he was ready to be picked up by the Herders.

"All right, then. Climb up. I'll give you a lift."

"I'm sorry, Glynn, but I've decided to stay with the Woodlanders. I'll come and join you Herders next month. Can you tell Solange this please?"

"I can. Is that all?"

"No. One more thing. This is important. When I visited the Cloner City, I suggested to the three chiefs that the Cloners could have the Emergency Escape Pods from my ship in exchange for their help; but the Cloners couldn't help me and now it's imperative that the Cloners don't get them. Tell Solange she's not to remind the Cloners about the pods."

Ezra had never given a woman on Samothea an order before, except during sex; and here he was giving orders to the chief of the fractious Herder tribe, the proudest leader of the proudest women.

Glynn was a little shocked. She couldn't guess why it was so important to him but Ezra sounded passionate so she nodded and agreed to pass on his message.

"Anything else?" she asked hopefully but Ezra didn't see the hint and shook his head. With a rueful smile to herself, Glynn pulled her horse around.

"I was travelling with the tribe to the Northern Camp when we saw your signal," she said. "If Solange also saw your signal, then I'll probably bump into her on my way. Will you wait for her?"

"No. ... Glynn, please apologise to Solange for causing her an unnecessary journey? I'll see you all in a month."

******

Back in the Forest Camp, Ezra spoke to Annela and then Mirselene, getting the agreement of one and the ready approval of the other for him to take Adarna as his bedmate that month. Then he went to prepare the Honeymoon Lodge, clearing acorns out of the water-butt, shaking out the mattress and making minor repairs to the window-shutters.

Some of the rafters on the roof seemed flimsy but he judged they would last for now. He had a plan to replace all the banana-leaf roofs with wooden tiles but the Lodge was not so urgent and could wait.

Ezra was relieved that Annela was feeling much better. She had no repeat of her fall, nor even any light-headedness; but she was sorry he wouldn't be sharing her bed. She was still not up for sex but the last three nights, when he held her warmly, or she slept with her head resting on his chest, while Freya was snuggled safe and sound between them, were extremely happy for her.

That Ezra was content to sleep with her without wanting sex was a special delight. More even than his whispered confessions of love, this confirmed to her how he really felt. Annela smiled happily and let him go. Besides, she liked Adarna, who was calm and helpful without any pretensions.

That day, Adarna was part of a foraging party, harvesting figs with Eloise, Sharne and Dagma. This was a task the two ex-Miners enjoyed because the figs grew beyond a stand of broad-leafed trees watered by a small stream deep enough to bathe in. It was damp, cool and dark beneath the trees. Leaf-mulch turned the rivulet brown but a hot body could get relief on the way back to the camp from a dip in its cool water.

Used to the cold dry winds of the White Mountains, Eloise and Adarna were taking a long time to acclimatise to the warm damp lowland forest. For Eloise, it was love of her daughter that inspired her to endure the heat and humidity. For Adarna, it was love of her friend, affection for her new tribe and, just as strongly, the prospect of bearing a child of her own.

Eating packed lunches in the shade of the trees and bathing in the cool stream on a hot airless afternoon was one way to make forest life more comfortable. Now that Sharne and Dagma were suffering the heat from advanced pregnancy, they often joined them, making a cheerful foursome who were content to walk in friendly silence (a characteristic of Eloise entirely at variance from her lively voluble daughter) and to rest naked in the pool, letting the bubbling water carry their excess heat away downstream.

As the women lay relaxing in the cool water, their clothes left by the large stack of harvested figs on the river-bank, there was a scream and two human missiles landed in the pool, detonating water everywhere. It was Carlin (who couldn't jump into water without screaming) and Tamar. They splashed about, swimming and writhing to dislodge the caked-on dirt from their skins.

"Yael!" Eloise exclaimed. "Did you have to frighten us all?"

"Sorry, Mum," she laughed.

"Come here, let me wash you. Sit still, girl. You've got mud everywhere!"

"You're tickling me!"

"Then sit still."

Carlin made less fuss. She patiently allowed Dagma to wash her back.

As the women combed their hair after the bath, Tamar and Carlin told the story of what they did that day and the hopeful news for Adarna.

At the feast that night, when Mirselene announced the new arrangement, there was the usual chorus of good wishes for Adarna's eggs and Ezra's sperm before the couple retired to the Lodge carrying extra supplies of food and fresh linen.

They chatted about inconsequential things on the way, skirting around the obvious subject. Ezra's experience with Urulla, when his silence had almost spoiled their first night together, had taught him to be more engaging; but it didn't come naturally and soon he ran out of small-talk. It would be an awkward situation anywhere, taking a woman (not a prostitute) he barely knew away for sex. What should he talk about?

Adarna had the answer. She was a confident woman in her early thirties and knew exactly what she wanted from their time together.

"I can't tell you how much I've been looking forward to this, Ezra," she said. "It's all I've been thinking about for ages."

"Well that doesn't put any pressure on me at all."

She laughed.

"I see what you mean. No, it shouldn't. I know you won't disappoint me, regardless what happens. It will be the best sex I've had in years."

"How can you know that?"

"Because I haven't had sex in years."

That certainly broke the ice and got them talking about the pertinent topic.

"I don't want to pry," he said, "but are you saying there's a problem between you and Eloise? It doesn't seem that way to me."

"Nothing like that. In fact, Eloise and I are just as much in love as we've always been; but we're also just a normal couple. Unfortunately, this is how it is with us women - most of us anyway. For the first year that we're bedmates, we can't keep our hands off each other, having sex at least once a day. After a year, it's down to a few times a week. After two years, it's once a week. Then once a month; then a few times a year; and, finally, once a year, if you're lucky. I haven't been very lucky."

"I didn't know that. Can you tell me why?"

"I don't know exactly but I think there are two important factors. One is that the less sex you have, the less sex you want."

"It's different for men, at least for me," Ezra said. "The less we have sex, the more we want it. Sex-starvation is hard to endure and gets worse with time."

"That makes sense, biologically," Adarna agreed. "It also explains what your other bedmates have told me: that the more they have sex with you, the more they want it."

Ezra was very pleased.

"What's the second factor?" he asked.

"The partner with the higher sex-drive doesn't want to keep pestering her lover because she doesn't want to be a nuisance or be rejected. It's easier not to ask. It's like the neutral position."

"I see. So what effect will our month together have on you and Eloise?"

"I hope it will inspire her to want sex more often. Seeing me happy will remind her of what it used to be like between us."

"I'm flattered you think I'll make you happy."

"That's the thing I'm most confident of," she said smiling. "I've done my research."

That was true: she'd interrogated everyone who'd had sex with Ezra, listening intently, ironing out the inconsistencies in their accounts, and fantasising about her time with him.

She had a sudden thought.

"Ezra, I hope you don't think I'm using you to re-kindle my sexual relationship with Eloise?"

"Of course not; and I wouldn't care if you were. For whatever reason you want to be bedmates with me, I'm the one who gains the most. You're a beautiful woman, Adarna, and very sexy. I hope you get some pleasure from this month but I know I will."

"Hmm!" she said, in a knowing kind of way. "When you do get around to talking, you certainly say the right things."

"Nonsense! ... Here we are."

They'd reached the Lodge and he guided her inside.

Standing at the foot of the bed, the flickering orange light of the tapers were a shortcut to romantic feelings, casting bold dark shadows into the corners of the room and picking out their faces in warm highlights. Everyone looks good by candle-light, but Adarna really was pretty in a mature way. Her face showed confidence and serenity.

He pulled her to him by the waist and brushed her brown hair from her cheek.

"You are beautiful," he said, her hands on his shoulders, her body leaning into his.

"Do you say that to all your bedmates?"

"Yes, but it doesn't mean it isn't true."

She smiled.

"This is going to be fun," she said.

Adarna waited in a polite and ladylike manner for him to start, eyes modestly down, until she laughed to herself and made a grab for him. She put her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to hers. They kissed in an unhurried way, savouring the first moments of passion: a long-lasting kiss with the lips only, until she pushed the tip of her tongue against his.

The kiss grew warmer as she felt the excitement of his body pressing against hers.

He didn't need to undress her. As soon as he pushed a hand into her shirt, she slipped it off completely. She pulled her skirt down soon afterward, when he put his hand to her thigh and stroked around to her bottom. Now she was naked and he stepped back to admire her.

Adarna was medium height with medium-length brown hair, big luxurious tits with smooth pink nipples, wide hips, curvy thighs and a thin waist giving her a sexy hour-glass figure.

She didn't mind being looked at but she wanted to look at him, to undress him slowly. She undid the buttons on his shirt and gently pushed his hand away when he tried to help. He let her take off his trousers and she sank to her knees.

This was something she planned, having months to ask his other bedmates what to do. His cock sprang up when she pulled down his shorts. He stepped out of them and she feasted her eyes close up on him, as much curious as full of lust. She got comfortable on her knees and, practising what his other bedmates had told her, powered by the joy of learning and an urge to please him, she greedily took his cock into her mouth.

Adarna sucked well, taking him down slowly, swirling her tongue around and releasing him with a sexy little popping sound. Though it was new to her, she quickly found that she liked it. He groaned with pleasure, which encouraged her more.

Quickly, he was fully hard and thought it was his turn to please her. He pulled her up and led her to the bed and guided her onto him in the sixty-nine position.

Smiling, she took his cock into her mouth again, presenting her own bottom to his face. He licked along her slit, adding to her wetness, making her hum quietly. Then he worked his tongue around her clitoris. She really liked that. After a while, she was so turned on, she began to neglect his cock, raising her head and sighing deeply.

He turned her around and laid her on her back, pulling her legs up so he could push his tongue further into her pussy, giving her a pleasant tension by pulling her nether lips apart. He sucked on her clitoris and she arched her back, feeling a delicious tension, the nub of joy spreading its warmth through her thighs and back.

As he sucked on her clit, he pushed a finger into her pussy and felt around for the sensitive spots, pressing on the tendons and stretching the muscles. She sighed deeply and, as he worked her harder, started moaning loudly. She began to buck and closed her eyes tightly, grabbing handfuls of the bedsheet, her arms spread wide. He pushed a second finger inside her and stroked her g-spot. That got her going even more.

She stiffened as the first orgasm hit her, arching again, wetting his chin with her juices. He continued licking her clit. She bucked again and began to shake her head as she moaned in ecstasy. She was so responsive and eager, he could easily read her. He gave her another orgasm and got her to cry out in joy. This was the moment she let go completely, losing herself in sexual pleasure.

He kept fingering her as he kissed up her belly to her juicy tits and sucked on a hard nipple. She put her hands on his shoulders and gripped hard. The urgency of her moans, her heavy breathing and the strength of her grip on his shoulders told him she was ready.

He kissed up her neck and planted his mouth on hers. She kissed firmly, eagerly, inviting him to take possession, to penetrate her with tongue and cock. He sunk deeply into her and began to fuck her slowly.

It was comfortable, satisfying, middle-aged sex. Adarna was in no hurry but, confident and assured, she enjoyed every kiss, every touch, every suck and every thrust. Her pleasure came in enchanting waves. They kept up the rhythm for ages, shaking the bed, heating the cold night air with their bodies.

Then it was the last few frantic moments when she gasped and cried out in erotic spasms. She had a final orgasm and her ecstasy triggered his own finale. He took one more mouthful of a big soft tit and pulled back to thrust even faster, making her buck in response; then he pulsed his spunk up into her, his hands gripping her tits.

They collapsed together, whispering and kissing, resting and loving, until he was ready to go again.

******

They had sex next morning and, by lunchtime, were up for it again. Ezra lay on his back and Adarna rode him, fucking to a stable rhythm.

She moaned sweetly, her eyes shut, working up to an intense fulfilment. They couldn't hear the faint scratching noises on the roof of the Honeymoon Lodge, as fingers carefully pulled apart some of the overlapping banana leaves, making holes for crafty eyes to spy on the lovers.