The Water Hole

He walked naked up the trail, apprehensive but excited. He found his clothes hanging on the line with the light cotton dress hung conspicuously beside them. Good place for all that, he thought.

When he entered the cabin, she came toward him with the poultice wearing a full-length apron, and nothing else. It barely hid the nipples on her soft round breasts and hung very high on her thighs. Nothing masked his excitement.

She tied the poultice quickly and skillfully and turned away from him toward the table. All that graced her back were the long wavy strands of her shining red hair and the neat bow tying the apron strings around her waist with a little bit of excess dangling between her soft round cheeks.

She slowly and deliberately stepped around the table, swaying her hips and flexing her buttocks, to the other side where she had left the only chair. She looked over her shoulder to see if he was watching. She found it excited her to be watched. With her naked back to him toward the table, she placed her hands on the edge in front of the chair and slid her bare bottom onto the smooth wood.

"You can sit here," she said, sitting up with her back arched looking at him playfully demure over her raised shoulder. She made sure to toss her long red tresses to punctuate the enticement.

Naked and hard, he could not disobey. That he accepted her invitation shyly only turned her on more. He stood bashfully in front of her.

"You can kiss me," she invited gently. She accepted his meager embarrassed peck.

But his passion was still building. She sat before him confidently, playfully, and almost naked. The apron draped between her parted legs barely touching the table, hiding the soft red bush beneath it. With her back arched, her breasts pressed the thin fabric that covered them. Her erect nipples were apparent underneath. The kiss had reintroduced her proximity, warmth and her scent. He felt the blood begin flowing faster through his veins.

"You can hold me while you kiss me, too, if you like," she encouraged.

He reached down and grabbed her rib cage and lifted her mouth to his. She reached around his neck and met his passion. Each had scarcely ever touched anyone of the opposite sex before. Neither had been in love, let alone consumed in the erotic fire that was now engulfing them.

His muscles were rigid as he squeezed her torso into himself. She felt herself pulled into his burning body. She absorbed the flames through her own hungry flesh as she locked her lips over his mouth and tasted him. His soft wet membranes inside slid smoothly across hers. The gentle rhythms of lovemaking began to rock them together.

But she was determined that her first experience should be slower. Though his arms lashed her helplessly to his body, she gradually wrested her mouth from his.

"Sit down," she gasped as his wet lips slid down her neck.

She sat before him with her back arched and hands on the table trying to emphasize for him her thinly draped bosom. Her legs were open, facing him with only the small apron between her dampened genitalia and his whim. She whipped her tousled hair about as she raised her elbows over her head and reached to untie the strings holding the top of the apron around her neck. The fabric fell in front of her as she dropped her hands down to either side of her hips.

He savored the sight. He was in no hurry. His desire to look at every part of her naked body equaled her desire to be seen. She felt beautiful and erotic as his eyes swept over her smooth milky flesh lingering on the curves and structure of her shape. But dominating his attention were the smooth orbs of her freshly exposed breasts and the hardened nipples reaching out for his touch.

She shifted her shoulders making them bounce and jiggle for him. A surge of arousal rose within her as he smiled and looked up at her. Clearly he enjoyed her playful tease, but she wanted him to have more.

She reached down for his good hand and placed it gently on the soft underside of her breast. His rough but gentle touch was exquisite. She closed her eyes as his touch explored her soft globes carefully and thoroughly. She had never exposed herself to anyone, and now she was allowing herself to be fondled. And she liked it.

She let out a small gasp and bit her lip as his fingers brushed her nipple. Noticing her reaction, he concentrated his attentions on the center of her breasts, flicking and petting the sensitive tips. Still holding onto the table, she opened her eyes and leaned back slightly out of his reach, looking at him with a pleased smile.

Eyes locked on his, she reached for his head. Fondling his hair for a moment, she then drew his face closer to her excited breasts. She stopped him just short of her erect nipple and barely brushed his lips. She braced her hands on the table behind her when he, as expected, began to kiss her breast. He continued to kiss the soft flesh all over each breast then nuzzled the nipples as he kissed and licked. Then he sucked the nipples into his mouth one at a time, and vigorously tongued them.

He rested one hand on her hip and pressed against the small of her back with the other. His hand drifted from her hip finding her leg, abdomen and loins. Then he drew it over the apron flap and pressed into her genital mound. Hers were the only hands that had explored there before, but she embraced his shoulders, quietly pleading for him to continue. Still, he would not reach under the apron. She realized that in the midst of their passion, he still respected what covering there was and required her permission to proceed.

She held his shoulders and gently, reluctantly pushed him off of her breasts. He still sat on the edge of his chair. Her chest was heaving and dripping with his saliva. She slowly reached down with one hand and smiled at his eager anticipation.

It tantalized her that he respected her body and would honor her limits. But it thrilled her to be the object of his lust. She wanted his lust to so overpower him that she would be trapped in the storm of his uncontrolled passion, taken forcefully for his desire and captured in his manhood. She wanted to receive him fully and unrestrained. So she prepared to present herself to his hungry desire and tease him into becoming hungrier still.

She pinched the hem and held it delicately for a moment as she watched his face. His eyes were locked between her open legs and he licked his lips, wet from eating her nipples. Slowly she began to raise the thin fabric. He held his breath. The slow deliberate and almost ceremonial unveiling of her self multiplied the arousal they both felt.

As she raised the apron, she suddenly felt exposed. She felt a cool breeze caressing her damp womanhood. She was fully revealed. Now, no part of her body was hidden from his view. The realization caused her to flinch.

Her reflex was to slap her legs together. Instead she trembled uncertainly, wondering if she should keep her pleasure comfortably to herself. She no longer felt in control, but was too embarrassed to retreat completely. She lowered the apron and held it down with her fingers. Her other arm clasped her bosom as she tried, shyly to hide herself again.

He looked up at her face, fearful she decided she was making a mistake. He saw her hesitation. She reminded him of a scared little girl who had spoken to a stranger, wondering if she had done something wrong. But she was a woman, she was beautiful, she was naked, and she was clearly still aroused. He gently braced her thighs open as she began to press her legs together.

She started this. She had wanted to be ravished. Was she now going to get her wish? Would he take her, now that she questioned her own resolve? She was afraid she started something she could not stop even with the withdrawal of her desire. Would he laugh at her? She felt shame. Would he be angry? She felt fear. Would she be raped?

He looked gently in her eyes and smiled. Seeing the fear in her eyes, he gently brought her legs together. With his hands placed lightly on her thighs, he slowly raised himself from the chair until his face was on level with hers. He still breathed heavily in his arousal. She panted in uncertain fear. And he looked at her.

She saw his desire in his intense gaze. But as he stood there, still and steady looking in her uncertain eyes, she realized he was not going to force her into anything. Slowly her former resolve began to build again. Her fearful panting became deeper and slower. Her embarrassed blush began to glow as her own desire resurfaced. She lunged for his mouth as she capitulated to her lust. And she felt within her a reward: the surging electricity of passion and a wave of dampening arousal between her legs.

She broke off the kiss. Arching her back, she raised herself as she reached behind to untie the last cord on her apron. She cast it aside and leaned back on her hands on the table. Now her heavy breathing told him she was ready. She spread her legs for his perusal.

He reached between her legs and touched the soft tufts of hair. She reached for him again and drew him to her lips as he stroked and fondled her.

No one else had ever touched her there before. Never had she even considered sharing her pleasure with anyone except faceless imaginary lovers that visited when she was aroused and left when she was satisfied. She allowed herself to be gently explored by this mysterious and intriguing man. It was the fulfillment of a lifetime of erotic fantasies. The added dimension of reality augmented every sensation.

Unlike pleasuring herself, she gave away a part of herself to receive pleasure from him. The thrill of igniting his passion and witnessing his arousal made her want to be his object, the vehicle of his fulfillment.

But for her fulfillment to be complete, his hand needed the knowledge possessed only by hers. She reached down and placed her hand over his as he continued his delicate massage. They stroked and brushed her outer genitalia together. Then she singled out his index finger and guided it through the soft hot folds of her labia into her wet vaginal tube.

He felt as if he had entered a private but ecstatic celebration, overflowing with joy and unrestrained in it's expressions of jubilation. He was a pioneer now, exploring virgin territory, holding hands with an expert guide who knew every dark corner, the nuances of every sensation and how to stimulate her absolute pleasure.

Not only had he penetrated her, she had penetrated herself. She swished his finger with her own inside of her, sharing the delights of her moist vagina. She made sure his finger was thoroughly covered with her dampness before leading it out and up, to reveal to him the secret of womanly fulfillment.

She gasped sharply when he first brushed her clitoris. She flinched, but persisted in keeping his finger on that spot, teaching him how to please her. He learned quickly, but she kept her hand on his to maintain her feeling of togetherness with him.

He had seen her do it by herself and was deeply aroused. Now he was undertaking the task on his own. And he did so with relish, finding it pleasurable and arousing to please and arouse her.

He stood to get a better angle between her legs. He towered over her, still reaching down to maintain the intimacy of their prolonged kiss. As he did she began to feel him taking control. She yielded, relinquishing herself to his power. She felt his hard penis brush the inside of her naked thigh, leaving its sticky fluid on her.

She had seen livestock mating and had only imagined the human erection when she played in the water. But this close, to see and to feel it touch her filled her with lustful wonder. She reached for it and touched it. Its size and feel was not unlike tool handles and vegetables she was familiar with. But this belonged there. She shifted her hips in anticipation of being filled.

His natural gentleness imbued his finger with exceptional skill at this special task. Her sharp breaths and undulating body betrayed her pleasure. But she didn't want to hide her pleasure now. She wanted to share it and share it totally.

She guided his rigid hard-on to the crease between her legs, displacing his finger with his soft sensitive glans and wiggled him over her clitoris. It was perfect bliss. She believed she had done a good job in bringing herself to orgasmic pleasure in the past, but the touch of his hardness on her most sensitive spot was far beyond what her own efforts had been. She wiggled him faster as they neared release.

He began to moan softly from sensations he had never before imagined and instinctively began the male motion, thrusting up and outside her inner lips. The time had come. Timing his thrust with her guiding hand, she swallowed his aching cock into her hot wet pussy.

Simultaneously their wide open eyes met as they retreated from their kiss and gazed into each others amazed and bewildered faces, covered in the innocent wonder of their shared first experience.

She held his hips as he began thrusting. They were both too close to hold back for more than a dozen thrusts. He exploded within her. She felt his semen splashing against her insides. Filled completely with him and his seed, she exploded in an orgasm so thrilling and stupendous that only her piercing and extended scream, filling the cabin and surely audible for some distance, could come close to communicating to him the degree of her rapture.

Afterwards, they fell asleep on top of her bed in a naked embrace for what turned out to be an afternoon rest from their sexual exhaustion. They awoke together and kissed in gentle thanks to one another. She felt his awakening desire grow against her thigh. He was still tender and moist from her juices. But a lingering fear grasped her thoughts. Had the passing exotic stranger just used her? Was she no more than a used disposable plaything, a good fuck and a story?

"You haven't had your supper yet, Ranger."

He lifted himself on one arm and looked down at her. Her disheveled hair scattered around her face blanketing the covers around her head.

"I hadn't missed it."

"Do you want to eat?"

"Umm..."

Dammit! He's leaving! He's used me and he's just gonna leave!

"What is it, Ranger?" Her voice trembled and she drew her hand over her breast.

"Umm, I guess I was just hoping..."

"What?"

"... for seconds?" He just knew he would get slapped and kicked out now. He loathed his selfish urges. God, can I take that back?

"Depends on how long you're plannin' to stay."

"Stay?"

"For supper, anyway?"

"Yeah."

"And it's getting dark. You'll need to stay somewhere tonight."

"Reckon so."

"You could stay here. Sleep in this bed."

"This bed?"

"Yeah. With me. Is that a problem?"

"Reckon not."

"Maybe you should stay at least until your hand gets better."

"At least."

A delightful tingle began rolling between her legs. She could not see herself refusing to give her body over to him again, if he wanted her. Yet she wanted to be more than his water hole, dipping into her for his own refreshment and then moving on. She never intended to allow any man to have her before she married. And then this happened. She felt enslaved to an uncontrollable urge. This man did something to her that fulfilled her every erotic wish. But he handled her like a precious gem, a tender and delicate flower. How could she love him so quickly?

He must think I do this all the time. Does he think I am some kind of ravenous whore? Have I become his slut for the day?

"Umm, when you reckon you might leave, Ranger?"

He hesitated.

My God. He'd never stay with me. I seduced him when he was nothing more than a stranger and he wants someone who wouldn't just spread her legs for him on a whim.

"Do I gotta leave?"

Her face lit up and she gasped, almost imperceptibly. Enough for him to notice.

"I was kinda hoping for more of..." He shyly paused.

The tingle between her legs erupted into her stomach and chilled her spine.

"More of what?"

He blushed, and smiled. "You."

She giggled. Her giddy smile made him smile, too. He stroked her loose hair with his fingers.

"You want me now?"

They looked deeply and breathlessly into one another.

"You want to?"

"Uh huh."

She reached for his growing member and fondled him. She marveled at his swiftly growing pleasure in her hand.

"Take all you want." She slipped him inside. He thrust himself fully into her, pushing, filling her.

She embraced him and they kissed, fusing their bodies into one hot throbbing mass of flesh joined together, not to be torn asunder.

* * *

Years later, they were still living in the small cabin by the creek. They had been careful to nurture the thick brush around the little pool. A preacher came through and they married, with two of their kids present. But they considered the date of their first encounter to be their anniversary. Each year they were careful to commemorate it much as they celebrated their "wedding day."