Tryst

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In winter, lovers find a warm place for a secret tryst.
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Fresh snow lay all around them, covering the leafy forest floor. The rustling of dry leaves they had kicked up on their autumn woods walks was silenced now; the woods had become a quiet sanctuary for sleeping squirrels and huddled birds. Sunlight dappled through the bare branches, and sparkled on the virgin snow.

Hand in hand, they walked between towering trees, following a trail only she knew. Her fingertips were the first part of her to turn cold on days like this, but his warm fingers entwined with hers was all the glove she needed now. She glanced up to admire his strong profile; he flashed a grin back at her, and she melted a bit inside. He reached around to envelop her in a bear hug, and smiled as she molded her soft body intimately against his.

"So," he murmured as he nuzzled his nose in her curls, enjoying the fragrance of fresh shampoo and the underlying, mysterious scent of woman, "Is it your wicked plan to get us lost in the woods? I don't see any markings on these trees..."

Laughing softly, she wriggled back to gaze into his dark eyes. He held on tightly, not willing for her to pull away from his arms. With a dimpled grin, she reached behind her to grasp his hand, which had meandered downward to her bottom, and was now rubbing in slow circles. Lacing his fingers through hers, she set a sprightly pace once again through the woods.

They wandered along a small stream gurgling through the forest, sometimes sharing stories of times past or hopes for the future; at other times they held a companionable silence. He knew that she had devised a plan for this stolen time they had together, a time in which they were free from all responsibilities and could linger together; but what she had in mind for them in these cold and quiet woods, he could scarcely imagine.

Through the trees he saw a brown structure. "Is that a building? What, do you suppose..."

Smoke curled through the stone chimney of the small log cabin. "Ahh, a hunting cabin - someone must be there," he mused, but to his surprise she headed right for the cottage. She stopped on the doorstep, turned to him with an enigmatic smile, and pulled a key from her pocket. "Rental unit," she said softly, unlocking the door and walking in.

Homey and humble, the cabin had one room which was both a living area and a simple kitchen. Large windows gave a bright view of the woods outside, still shining with dappled light which was deepening to coral as the sun began to lower in the west. Opposite the doorway, a large overstuffed sofa partially obscured the coals of a low fire that were glowing in the stone fireplace. Colorful braided rugs brightened the honey tones of the pine floor, and warm, downy blankets were tossed on the sofa and on the large rug before the fireplace.

He turned to find her slipping out of her coat and scarf. "How did you...?" he began, but she merely tossed her coat carelessly aside before tripping merrily back into his ready arms, and pulling his coat off him. She kissed his cheek gently, the small cleft in his chin, the sensitive area she knew of under his earlobe...whispering as she blew softly against his ear.

"It's a day we've needed...and a rare opportunity for us. We'll share this moment of time together; we'll make memories that are only ours, and precious to us. Who knows if it could ever happen again?"

Pivoting away, she went to the fireplace and added some logs from the stack. She watched as the flames hungrily licked at the fresh logs, and satisfied, she turned back to find his eyes wandering over her bulky red sweatshirt and downward over the curves swelling through her snuggly fitted jeans Laughing, she posed saucily for him, then bounced back to stand before him.

She reached out for him, wanting just to touch him, to feel his solidity and strength. Rubbing his chest and moving her hands slowly downward over his belly, she reached the bottom of his sweater and eased beneath to feel the warmth of his bare skin. She lifted the sweater up while guiding him toward the sofa, and backing him up against it to sit; he obligingly lifted his arms so she could tug his sweater over his head. She tossed it to the floor, and then knelt down to remove his shoes and socks. As he wiggled his liberated toes, she began massaging them; with steadily increasing pressure she rubbed the balls and heels of his feet. Glancing up surreptitiously, she took in his closed eyes as he sighed in contentment. His eyes opened slowly, and gleamed warmly into hers. Gently squeezing, she moved her smooth hands firmly up and then down the length of each foot in turn, tenderly rubbing each of his toes and the spaces between them.

When she grew playful and began to lightly tickle the arches of his feet, he reached down to draw her up to a standing position before him. With dimples flirting at the corners of her soft lips, she reached down to unfasten his jeans, lingering to caress the warm, firm bulge pressing against his fly. She fell to her knees again as she tugged off his jeans and then his briefs. Her amber eyes took in every aspect of his body as she disrobed him; fire lit them in sparkling delight, flaming brighter as his firmly jutting manhood was exposed to the cool air in the cabin.

When finally he sat naked before her, he looked up to find her raking his body with her heated stare. "Alright, vixen", he cajoled in a low voice. "One of us has far too many clothes on."

Smilingly, slowly she unbuttoned and then unzipped her jeans, and sinuously wriggled out of them, pushing them down her legs and leaning down to pull them off and cast them aside. His eyes widened as he took in the deep burgundy lace panties scantily covering her round ass; then she stood erect before him again.

She warmed as she saw his gaze riveted on her toned legs and the curve of her hips; his slackened jaw and slow smile filled her with a wantonness she had not known before. Her hands moved to her collarbone, then slid downward over her sweatshirt, pausing to cup her breasts as she toyed with the sensitive nipples hidden from his view.

His eyes glowed as he took in the sight of this woman. He could smell the musky scent of her arousal, could tell her passions were flaming. Purposefully he sat upright, moving close to her body and tugging her hands down to her sides. Smiling, he captured her gaze with his intense stare. "You'll have a price to pay for teasing me so mercilessly," he murmured. "Take your shirt off...now." Quiet but firm, his command allowed no refusal. Releasing her hands, he leaned back against the sofa cushions to watch.

She tucked her hands under the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted it over her head. Shaking out her hair, she laid her sweatshirt on the floor with her jeans,

The satin camisole and panties gleamed with the deep color of a fine Shiraz. By her exotic scent he was sure the flesh within would taste as sweet. The shimmering cloth plunged down her body, revealing her enticing cleavage.. Her excitement and rapid breathing caused her breasts to thrust forward, nipples tautly pressed against the satin. Her waist narrowed beneath the cloth, and the curve of her hips was tantalizingly round and firm beneath the lace of her panties.

"Okay, you who like to give orders. Now what?"

Dragging his eyes up from her body, he looked into her impishly smiling face. "Whazzat?"

She laughed. "You said I'd have 'a price to pay'...and I'm here for your delight. What can I do for you?"

He considered for a moment, stretching his arms out to the sides along the back of the sofa, then smiled slowly.

"A lap dance."

Her face reddened as she burst out laughing. "I have no idea how to do that! And at my age? And...there's no music here..."

"We've always made our own song, my love. I'd like a lap dance. Don't worry, I won't laugh. I don't really know how it's supposed to be done, either. But you're a very creative woman." He smiled reassuringly at her, with that sweet touch of lechery she knew so well.

Grimacing, she rolled her eyes and turned away from him. Staring into the flames, she mused. He waited patiently, quietly.

"I'll try it for you..."

Turning back to him, she closed her eyes while imagining the steamiest song she knew. She let her body start to sway to the rhythm in her mind. He watched in fascination the play of emotions on her face - concentration, as her brow furrowed, a goofy, blushing grin when she thought about how silly she felt, and finally a sexy little smile as she started to relax into it. Seeing her inhibitions fall away warmed him in every way. His cock was already at attention, and was aching for her. As she slowly moved, undulating from side to side, her hand slid up her sides, pressing the satin close against her body. She cupped her breasts, pushing the fullness of them upward until they were close to bursting out of her cami. He could see the edges of her areolas, and watched as she began to lightly fondle her breasts. She opened her sparkling golden eyes, and he could see the passion unleashed within.

She melted a bit more as she looked into his wonderful, deep brown eyes. Moving toward him, she lowered her gaze, and bit her lower lip, captivated by his proud erection. His hard, thick cock was jutting temptingly toward her as she lowered to her knees before him; the first drop of his arousal was at the tip, and she could not resist leaning forward across his thighs to taste him. Gently she took in his nectar, licking teasingly all around the head and massaging the slit lightly with her tongue. Her soft mouth opened to take in the head, her lips enveloping the crown of his cock...

As the loose satin of her camisole gapped downward, he could see her soft breasts at last, fully exposed, the nipples dark and erect, begging for his touch. He reached down with one hand to caress her, kneading her softly, then rubbing his open palm in small firm circles against her nipple; first one breast, then the other, until with small moans she was pressing herself heavily into his palm. His other hand was in her hair, drawing her head closer to his throbbing cock. Her warm mouth was taking him deeper, deeper into herself, beginning to suck him lightly as she covered him, and her soft melodic hums of pleasure were vibrating through him; heat throbbed through him, a quickening, pulsating current swelling outward from his core...

She pulled back and smiled up at him. Playful eyes twinkling, she murmured, "No, this can't be right...aren't I supposed to be...umm... dancing on your lap for this?"

His eyes narrowed as he gazed back at her. "You're being quite the tease, but you know...I can play that game too - and probably better than you."

Laughing, she rose to her feet. Her thumbs hooked into the narrow silken band of her burgundy lace panties, and she wiggled out of them. Then shrugging her shoulders she pushed the spaghetti straps down her arms. The satin camisole slid down her body and to the floor. Freed from their soft constraint, her breasts swelled forward, and her warm, desiring gaze locked on his as she slowly moved forward to settle above his lap. Her knees were positioned on the outsides of his thighs, her hands on his strong shoulders. As she pressed forward against his chest, she lifted her round bottom and he could feel the warmth of her as she lightly lowered herself over his lap. She began to undulate slowly, side to side, front to back, in languid circles, always keeping just the tip of his firm cock in contact with her body.

His heated gaze took in the sight of her swaying body, bringing him with her with each movement, and his hands wrapped around her body to fondle her ass. She pleasured herself by rubbing her hard nipples lightly against his chest. Stealthily, he reached down to feel her, and smiled as his fingers slid easily into her slippery, sweet folds. Pressure, heat, lust surged in him as she played with him, and he pulled her closer to his straining cock, but she resisted. Her soft womanly labia flirted with the fiery head of his cock as she danced sinuously in his lap, but determined not to lose control, he clenched his jaw against the urge to penetrate her fully. When finally he groaned and tried to thrust upward within her, she smilingly shook her head.

"Oh, no, my love, you haven't yet had the 'complete lap dance'! Let's try something different, now..."

She turned so that she was facing the fireplace; squatting over his lap she wriggled her bottom back into his belly. His warm hands grasped her ass lightly, then one came around her body to pull her closer to him. She gazed down and saw his rigid cock firmly up against his body; purring in delight she reached to palm his warm balls, massaging them gently, then tracing her fingers lightly up the full length of his shaft. As she remembered she was supposed to be dancing for him, she began to sway her body again, while encircling him with her hand and stroking him up and down. Finally she shifted her position and pulled lightly on his manhood so the head of his penis was pressing directly into her wet, warm folds, and he could no longer wait to possess her. He grasped her firmly, pulling her down over his length. Shuddering, she lowered herself onto his thick shaft, moaning softly as he filled her.

"Mmmm...oh, take me now, please...", she sighed.

"Gladly...," he growled in her ear. Cradling her body with his arms, in one strong move, he twisted them both sideways; she was pushed into the sofa cushions, legs spread wide for him as he held closely to her. Stretching her arms forward, clutching the arm of the sofa, she lifted her ass toward him as he finally, finally pressed deeply within her.

As he began thrusting within her slowly, powerfully, he slid his hands admiringly over her smooth skin, from the inward curve of her waist down over the sweet round swell of her bottom. With each stroke he delved deeply into her, paused, then smoothly drew out until just the tip of his cock was covered by her glistening pink labia. Rapture spread through her body like wildfire, licking up and igniting every nerve within her; she trembled beneath the heat of his passionate thrusts. He plunged deeply, over and over, the rhythm of his stride increasing with each stroke, filling her body, touching her soul as he ravished her. He grasped her breasts firmly as his thrusts became more forceful, pinching her nipples and driving her closer to her climax. She was climbing, reaching toward a peak she had not known existed before, and as she crested that precipice she cried out to him; so overwhelmed with heat she was, and unwilling to fall down the other side without his strong arms to hold her.

And he was there for her. Pounding, swelling, tightening, groaning loudly, he exploded deep within her, feeling her body squeezing against him, tight, wet and hot. His arms wrapped firmly around her as he thrust again, as he spent the last of his seed in her body, as he felt her trembling beneath him, as his breathing steadied and his body finally began to settle from the release.

She held him within her as long as she could. When he slipped from her body, she turned to him, wrapping her arms around his strong body, nestling her head under his chin, and molding herself intimately against him. Together they drifted slowly, warmly, back to earth.

"Comfortable?" he murmured, gently pushing damp tendrils of hair from her face.

"So comfortable..." she sighed, snuggling closer to him. "Just as long as you're here with me..."

He laughed. "Well, even if I knew how to get back to civilization from here, I wouldn't be ready to leave this place, and you...never want to leave you..." He pulled the blanket from the sofa down over their entwined bodies. Gazing in delight at the mysteriously enigmatic, contented smile on this woman's face, he held her tightly as they gradually descended from the high precipice of ecstasy toward the peaceful valley of dreams.

Her sleepy eyes suddenly opened wide. "Hey, you know - there's food here, and we have stuff to drink...and the bathroom is behind the kitchen area...just so you know..."

She yawned hugely, and her eyes fluttered closed again. He smiled as he held her close.

"Maybe later, love. All I need right now is here in my arms." He kissed her cheek gently.

"Love you, sweet lady," he whispered.

"Love you...so much..." she mumbled back; and wrapped in each others' arms, they eased into a peaceful sleep.

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 7 years ago
Ooh baby!

I want a lap dance, too! Nice tale of two lovers.....you should publish more tales, you write beautifully!

frmtutanotafrmtutanotaover 7 years ago
Great story

Really enjoyed reading your story. Well written and a good pace with fantastic details. Very nice.

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