Nuru I

“Wow, Lisa – You were so right – this place is awesome!  That’s a gorgeous view!”

Lisa certainly didn’t disagree, and it had been one reason for asking Marie if they could borrow their house.  She and Tami, a co-worker, had been tasked to plan the upcoming summer picnic for the hospital where they all worked.  All the better to do it in a place that was pleasant, and the deck on the back of Stan and Marie’s house overlooking the rolling fields fit the bill.  The snow-capped Rocky Mountains in the far east seemed etched against an azure blue sky, and in sharp contrast to the surrounding lush green wheat fields.  Even better was the field in the ravine separating their home from the farm office, which was stationed on the next hill over.  It had been her husband’s idea to try the flowers.  He’d said it would be a risk, but even if they made nothing on them, they at least looked nice, the brilliant purple color another contrast to the green wheat.

“And those flowers – cool!”

Setting her notebook down by one of the deck chairs, Lisa returned to the house to bring out the snacks and iced tea.  When she returned Tami was looking across the ravine to the farm office.

“Is that where your husband works?”

“Yep.”

“All by himself?”

“No, Melissa works out there too on the bookkeeping.  It’s just the two of them.”

“Seems so close.”

“Until you try walking from here to there!”

“He could probably see us if he has binoculars,” Tami laughed.

Actually, he did have binoculars.  It had been a birthday gift she’d given him a couple years back.  It had been a very practical gift, given the location of the office relative to the rest of the farm, and had had the side benefit of giving him a glimpse into the mountains he loved.  She didn’t know if he happened to point them occasionally toward the house!  “I guess he could,” she grinned, removing her robe to feel the warmth of the sun against her skin.  ‘I hope he does,’ she didn’t say, briefly appraising the gorgeous figure she knew he adored.  She’d know about it later if he did sneak a peek!

“Hey there – I’d say you’d blend right in with the flowers!”

Whether a purple bikini would hide her amongst the flowers, she didn’t know, but it did give Lisa a giggle.  That, as it happened, was a gift from her best friend, Marie, once she learned what color the flowers were going to be.  “I’m afraid not,” she laughed.  “Too much white skin.”  It happened every winter as her summer tan faded away.

“Yeah… not like Marie, huh?  Good grief, that girl is like a walking tanning machine.  How does she do it?”

“Genetics,” Lisa said simply.  “Hey, you look nice, too!”  Quite nice, actually, the snug black bikini fitting Tami like a glove and matching the color of her sunglasses.  If her husband took time away from his work today, maybe he’d finally figure out that there were more lovely things to look at than the mountains!  And speaking of mountains… She grinned to herself as she glanced at her friend’s wonderfully endowed chest and wondered if they had recently ‘grown.’

“Thanks!”  Sitting down in her deck chair, Tami laid back, likewise enjoying the sun’s warmth.

“I bet Robert would give a lot to have some binoculars right about now,” Lisa smiled.

“That’s exactly what I don’t need!” Tami guffawed.

“Oh, c’mon,” Lisa giggled.  “You know he likes you.”

“Robert the ‘blobert?’  I hadn’t noticed.”  It was a fib, of course, and both knew it.

“He’s not a blob, he’s just – ”

“Okay, a slob then.”

“Well, whatever he is, he – ”

“Not interested.”

‘Blobert’ hadn’t yet worked up the courage to approach Tami, and evidently he was in for a disappointment if or when he did.  “Well… there’s always Darren – ”

“He has a kid.”

“Allie?  She’s a little sweety pie!”

“Sure she is… but he’d just be looking for someone to be a ‘mom,’ and I’m not ready for that.  And besides, he’s always tripping over his tongue every time he looks in your direction.”

Lisa giggled.  That was true enough, though she wouldn’t admit it out loud.  “Aw, he’s just a good friend… and he’s a very nice man.  It broke him in half when his wife died!  And besides, he knows I’m quite happily married.”

“Yeah, well, he still worships the ground you walk on.”  Giving Lisa her ‘gotcha’ smile, but not pushing it any further, Tami changed the subject.  “You keep trying to give me all these helpful suggestions… how is married life?”

“Awesome!” Lisa replied.

“He likes working on the farm?”

“It practically made him a new man.  He no longer dreads getting up in the morning.”

“Does he have a brother?”

“Four of them… but they’re all taken,” she giggled.

“Darn it, I just knew it!  The good ones always are.  Where did you find him?”

“He’s Marie’s cousin – she introduced us.  They were best friends growing up.”

“Some girls have all the luck,” Tami murmured.  “Any chance Marie can find me one?”

“Hmm… I think she does have a zillion other cousins, but they are all 5’s… My husband was the only ‘10,’” Lisa teased.

Shooting her a glance, Tami laughed out loud.  It felt so good to be sitting out on this deck, and she’d been looking forward to spending some time with Lisa.  Lisa was a ‘sweety pie’ herself, though she’d never say it, and not just because she was beautiful.  There was simply something about being with her that was captivating.  She had this way of making people feel special, which was quite an asset in their occupation at the hospital as myriads of hurting people passed through their doors.  Hopefully her husband was indeed a ‘ten,’ because if anybody deserved a good one, it was her.

“How’s Melissa doing?” Tami asked.  “Isn’t she the one that had that surgery on her – ”

“Yep, that’s her.  That was just this past fall that she went down to a plastic surgeon in L.A. to get it taken care of.  They did a great job, too, and I was so happy for her.”

“How did it happen?”  She almost regretted asking the question as Lisa turned to her with sadness on her face.  It was a reasonable question, but very few knew the anguish in her tender soul from the hours she’d spent with Melissa trying to help her through a difficult and unfortunate situation.

“I – I can’t say too much,” Lisa replied.  “She just had an… an awful childhood.  Broken home.  Fighting parents.  Abuse.”  Horrible abuse.  Not to mention the complete lack of any love or affection, which was likely far more damaging than the scars to her body.

“Is – is she okay now?” Tami asked.

Turning to her friend Lisa murmured, “Sometimes I wonder if there are things in life that can’t be undone… but I guess she’s doing the best she can under the circumstances.  She makes me feel lucky.”  And that was saying a lot for someone who tragically lost her mother and father at the same time.  She didn’t even want to think about where she might be had it not been for Marie.

“And they were able to… to fix her… back there?”

“Oh yes,” Lisa replied.  “Like brand new, and she’s very lovely… though she doesn’t think she is.”

The two friends continued their conversation into the afternoon, eventually getting around to planning the summer picnic and divvying up jobs for themselves and their co-workers who would be participating.  Their task eventually completed, Lisa reviewed her scrawled notes before laying back on the deck chair with a contented sigh.  She looked over at Tami once more and smiled.  She’d learned that the ‘mountains’ had indeed grown… evidently for the purpose of increasing her confidence… and for one other reason that was likely to make her husband die laughing when he heard about it.  Come to think of it, it was probably the ‘staple’ line of business of the plastic surgeon that Melissa had gone to visit, but fortunately they were skilled in repairing derrieres as well.  Unknown to them at the time, Tami had been in L.A. at the same time Melissa was undergoing her surgery.  Her surgeon deserved an academy award, if they had such a thing for plastic surgery, and Tami had been proud to show off the lovely ‘results’ to her friend.  But she’d also learned that Tami was planning on leaving the hospital soon, but perhaps it was for the best, since it was to pursue a dream.

Both of them must have dozed off in the warm sunshine, as the next thing she remembered was the gentle tug of warm hands on her feet.  She opened dreamy eyes to the smiling face of her handsome husband.  It had been a reluctant tug, too, as he was loathe to disturb either of them, content to simply enjoy the view.  He hoped his pants didn’t give him away, but he couldn’t help that singular reaction every single time he saw the delightful creature that had agreed to take his name.  Her legs glistened from the tanning oil she’d applied, and while he liked her white bikini best, he surely wasn’t going to complain about the suit she’d poured herself into!  She smiled back at him and looked over to her friend.

“Tami?” she called.  She giggled as her dozing friend jerked, a hand coming up to fiddle with her sunglasses.

“Huh?”

“This is my husband,” Lisa smiled.

“Hi there,” he smiled, extending a hand.  Absently reaching for it, she pulled herself into a sitting position.

“Hi,” she murmured, wondering how she’d gone ‘out cold’ so easily.  Must have been the warm sunshine.  When he grinned at her she did a double-take.  Holy smokes!  Lisa wasn’t kidding – he WAS a ten!  Some girls had all the luck!  “Hi,” she said again, this time paying more attention and gripping his hand in return until she was standing.

“Sorry to disturb you,” he said, grinning like a kid in a candy shop as he gave Lisa his hand, and lifted his sweetheart to her feet.  “Hi Babe,” he murmured softly, drawing her to his arms.

Their kiss was sweet and tender, and Tami watched with a curious mixture of happiness for her friend, as well as a tinge of jealousy.  You couldn’t fake ‘genuine.’  His hands rested gently at her lower back as he unabashedly smiled at his lover.  Tearing her eyes from them, Tami looked out again over the purple valley between them and the farm office.  Just once she wondered what it would feel like to have a man look at her with respect, instead of something else… not that she wouldn’t gladly give him that ‘something else’ in return.

“Wanna’ stay for supper?” Lisa asked.

“Sure,” she returned.  “Is that all right?”

“No problem,” he replied.  “Just need to throw one more steak on the grill.”  Towing the grill out from its protective hut on the deck, he watched them retreat into the house.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding,” Tami giggled as they rounded the corner and entered the hallway in Stan and Marie’s house.

“About what?”

“He’s gorgeous,” Tami blurted.  “Are you sure he doesn’t have a brother?”

“He has four of them,” Lisa giggled, rolling her eyes and grinning in spite of herself.  “All of them are married.”

“Then can I borrow him some time?”

“Tami!!” Lisa laughed.  “You’re about as bad as Marie!”

“Only kidding,” Tami giggled.  “We’ll see if he can cook as good as he looks.”

“Uh… he’s… well…” Lisa struggled with the words to say.  “He does know how to grill a steak, I can say that.  But otherwise, he’d probably burn water if it was left up to him.”

“Oh well, I knew he was too good to be true.”

“Robert knows how to cook,” Lisa suggested, as they found the bedroom where they had earlier changed their clothes.

“He looks like it, too,” Tami returned tartly.

“He’d get all the exercise he’d ever need chasing after you,” Lisa giggled, reaching for her shorts and t-shirt.

After more good-natured banter, they rejoined Lisa’s husband on the deck.  Moments later the air smelled of fresh grilled steak as the evening shadows drew themselves across the landscape.  They talked more together over dinner on the deck, before retreating into the warmth of the house as the air grew chilly.  Deciding to try the hot tub before calling it a night, the male member of the party was summoned to the chilly outdoors to prepare it for their enjoyment.  Helping them each step into its warm, frothing water, he returned to the house to borrow one of Stan’s swimsuits before joining them.  He listened good-naturedly to them talk, but despite his attractive companions, his mind raced with the events of the day even as it planned the activities of tomorrow.

“Wanna’ stay the night?” Lisa asked, as they finally got out of the hot tub.  “I’m sure Stan and Marie wouldn’t mind.”

“No, I better go,” Tami smiled.  “Thanks for having me out here today.”  And with a good-bye to her friends, she turned to go.

“She seems nice,” he murmured in her ear.

“And smart, too,” Lisa giggled, turning her head to avoid his ticklish breath on her ear.  “She’s starting her own business soon.”

“What business is that?”

“She plans to… um… use her new ‘assets’ in this business.”

“What kind of assets?”

“You know… ‘assets.’”  Giggling at his quizzical expression, she leaned her head against his chest.  “Well, in case you didn’t notice… and I’m not sure how you couldn’t… she made a recent investment in herself, and she’s… uh… a little top-heavy, shall we say?”

“Breast implants?” he quipped.  “What the world kind of bus—”

“A massage therapist,” she finished for him.

He turned her to face him.  “I still don’t understand.  Why would a massage therapist need –”

“I’m not sure either, though she tried to describe it to me.  It’s called nuru massage, or something like that.”

“Noo-roo?” he repeated dumbly.

“I think it’s a Japanese thing, some full-bodied massage where the masseuse uses more than their hands, they use every… asset… at their disposal.”

“Including…”

“Apparently.”

“Whoa!”

“She said she’s going to take a tax write-off for it.”

“Say what?!” he exploded.  “You’re kidding me!”  She again buried her head on his chest giggling until she felt him rumbling with laughter.  He hadn’t been out of accounting THAT long yet, had he?  “N-now that’s a pretty good trick,” he chuckled.  “I’d like to be the IRS agent on the other end of that one!”  Laughing again to himself, he continued, “I wonder if she’ll depreciate them until they deflate.”

Reaching around, Lisa gripped his buns and smiled up at him.  “I’ll be sure to pass along your brilliant business advice.”

“You do that.”

And then with a sexy wink, she continued, “Now come make love to me on my best friend’s bed.”  Reaching for his hand, she gently tugged him along with her back down the hallway to Stan and Marie’s amazing bedroom as she heard him chuckle again.

He couldn’t help but watch in awe as she undressed.  She smiled brightly at him as she tossed her hair and untied her purple top while looking into his eyes.  Even more endearing to him was simply watching her as she filled her hands with gorgeous breasts as the top fell to the floor, as if fascinated with her own body, and holding a priceless gift to a man who found her lovely company more nourishing than food.

“Don’t even think about it… if you are,” he murmured, drawing closer.

“Think about what?” she asked dreamily, looking up at him with shining blue eyes.  Her fingertips absently rubbed over swollen nipples, which seemed to reach out to her lover even as her heart yearned towards him.

“You don’t mess with perfection,” he said simply, drawing her to him to feel the soft warmth of her breasts against him.  He needn’t have worried, though it felt good to hear him say it.  “When do Stan and Marie get home?”

“We’ve got plenty of time,” she murmured, inhaling the delicious scent of his warm skin.

“You sure?” he smiled, staring down into her impish grin.

“I guess we’ll find out?”

“Hopefully not the hard way.”

“Oh, you better get very ‘hard,’ or I’ll – ”

Gently cupping her pretty face in his hands, he stopped her words with a kiss.  The softness of her lips against his nearly took his breath away.  Reaching between them, he felt her hand gently creep into his swimming trunks to take her prize in hand.  He could feel the smile form on her lips, and loved her for it.

“Gorgeous,” she whispered, when they took time to breathe, her hands moving quickly to help free him from any ‘offending’ clothing.  Kicking his trunks free, he watched her step back, slender fingers slipping into her bikini brief.  Hips shrugging, she smiled at him as he watched, mesmerized by her gleaming legs, and enthralled with her beauty.  Absently giving her leg a kick to complete her bikini’s journey down her gorgeous legs, she giggled as it flew into the air and came to rest on his erect penis.

“Uh… that’s a dead ringer,” he chuckled.

“Not dead, I hope,” she giggled.  “Oh gosh – I couldn’t do that again if I tried!”  Kneeling in front of him, she gently held him by the waist, grasping her bikini in her teeth.  Looking up at him, she slowly drew it away and let it drop to the floor.  Leaning closer, she stared into his eyes and kissed him, watching as his lips parted in sheer delight as the sweetness of her soft lips enjoyed the crown of her prince.  She loved the sound of his enjoyment, his trembling hands finding and entwining in her hair as she drew her tongue up and down his length, and the familiar, masculine scent of a man she was proud to call husband and lover.

Watching her adore his body all but did him in, as she alternated her gaze from peering into his eyes to a beautiful penis he longed to bury inside her.  He watched her moisten her lips, her tongue flickering out to catch the drop of fluids growing at the tip of his manhood, a glistening pearl of his desire, and winced.  “H-hon… if you keep that up – ”

Momentarily stopping, she tenderly squeezed his twitching penis at its base and looked up at him.  Not too hard and not too soft… just enough to drive him to the edge of his sanity.  “Is there a problem?” she asked sweetly.

Gasping as pre-orgasmic shudders seemed to flush through him, it was all he could do to hold back the passion that threatened to explode.  Only she could pull off such a thing and look innocent like that!  “Babe, you’ll make me – ”

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” she smiled, taunting him with another squeeze that almost put him over the edge.  And then she squealed as he grunted, reaching down to draw her to his feet and into his arms.  Reaching for his head, she managed to get one kiss as he cradled her in his arms before he dropped her onto the soft bed, her hair splaying out behind her.

Looking straight up into the mirrored ceiling, she again wondered if they should get one for their home.  It was almost like watching another person as she saw him gently open her legs to crawl towards her, his face landing on her soft tummy, his lips connecting with her belly button.  She giggled and looked down at him, her fingers tousling his hair.  And then he kissed her again, his lips softly whispering over her skin until she quivered in delight.  He found each breast in turn, his lips kissing every part of their smooth surface, as if to memorize every soft curve.  His earnest hazel-green eyes met hers as her nipples seemed to melt in his mouth, drinking in her encouraging smile and enjoying the soft touch of her hands on his head.

Leaving each nipple rigid and distended in delight, he returned to the softness of her tummy and lower, loving to hear the sharp intake of her breath, the feeling of her quickening heartbeat, and each flutter of excitement in her tummy.  He felt the soft tickle of her pubic hair against his cheeks, and stopped to look.  There couldn’t be anything more beautiful on God’s green earth!  Gently rubbing his hands over the slope of her hips, his eyes followed an imaginary line from her quivering belly button to the perfectly manicured strip of pubic hair that always pointed the way to their shared passion.

Leaning in, he inhaled the curious mixture of scents he associated with her.  He felt her twitch against him as his nose softly brushed through her pubic hair, finding the baby soft skin on either side, his lips drawing downward to find even softer skin.  Unable to help himself, he stopped to look again, his face filled with wonderment for the umpteenth time that this beautiful creature had agreed to marry a man like him!  The glorious beauty of her femininity filled him with a powerful need for her that shook him to his very core.  He’d never stopped to wonder if it was even healthy to need another person so badly, and he wasn’t planning on it now.  Her soft vulva seemed to invite his touch, its smooth surface begging him to drink deeply from the cistern of her pleasure.

Reaching the very limits of his control, he leaned closer, moaning as he kissed her vulva, his tongue flickering out to taste the joy of her passion.  He smiled as he heard her reaction and felt her hands instantly at his head.  Even better was the softness of her legs as she held him snuggly around his back.  She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever known, beautiful from the inside out, and it was an act of worship before his God to bring her pleasure!  His tongue tenderly parted her soft cleft, exploring her beauty, flickering around her clitoris, and enjoying each tantalizing part of her skin.

It felt SO good!  He was an amazing lover, more than she’d ever dreamed could be found.  She couldn’t see his eyes any longer, but it was enough to watch his head and feel the tender caress of his hands resting softly on her tummy.  It was simply marvelous joy to feel loved and cherished.  He didn’t really like it when she cried while making love, but sometimes the tears came anyway.  No father, and no mother – he was all she had left… and he was enough!  Flinging her gaze upward again she stared into the mirror, watching as one soul loved another with everything he had, even as a rush of heady warmth invaded her soul.  Arching her back she held onto his head for dear life!  Love was a mysterious, wonderful thing, thoughts of everything he meant to her flooding her mind in an instant.  Finding expression even in its own language, the room filled with her cries of passion, her body filled with sweet ecstasy from his loving touch.

There were few things he loved more than to feel her writhing in pleasure, lost in a world of ecstasy that was the playground of their love.  Resting for a moment, he simply listened to her cries, and again watched her quivering tummy as the erotic sensations played through her slender body, waiting patiently, and thrilled with enjoyment of her beauty.  The touch of her skin against his face as he laid his head down on her abdomen was precious to him, the sounds of her body and heart ringing into his ear.  At long last he felt movement in an arm, a hand gently finding his forehead and hair.  Looking upward he caught her glance, her pretty blue eyes flashing at him, her smiling face seemingly hidden between the softness of her breasts.

“What would I do without you?” she whispered softly, her hands gently playing with his hair.

“Live long and prosper,” he grunted.

“Don’t say that!”

“Hey, that tickles.”

“Serves you right,” she grinned, and then softened.  “I – I don’t think I could ever do without this…”

With a gentleness that belied his size, he moved on the bed until he was next to her, laying his face at her shoulder and draping a possessive arm over her.  “Me neither, Hon.  I love you!”

“I – I love you, too.”  Grasping his head, she gently tipped it so she could see his eyes and handsome face.  “You’re amazing, you know that?”

Though she’d said it a thousand times, it still flooded him with happiness just to hear her say it again.  She couldn’t possibly know just how much it meant to him, or how often he remembered those sweetly spoken words throughout the day.  “Look in the mirror when you say that,” he whispered, hugging her naked form more snuggly to him.

“You’re also a silly goose,” she giggled.  The man didn’t have a clue as to how to accept a simple compliment.  “A silly goose with the biggest – ”

Wincing with the sudden pleasure that radiated from the gentle clasp her hand around him, he barely managed to retort, “I think that would be ‘gander.’”

“Whatever.”  Trust a farmer to get it right, even down the bird gender!  “Uh oh…” she whispered, watching silky fluids trace a path over the crown of his penis and onto her waiting hand.  “I think he sprung a leak!”

Somehow she was on her knees in an instant and leaning over him, forcing him onto his back.  Holding him snugly at his base, she tenderly kissed the tip of his manhood, gently blowing on him.  Shifting gently on the bed until she was between his legs, she captured him between her soft breasts, staring down at him, safely nestled near her heart.

The pleasure-filled ache that filled his heart watching her was nearly unbearable.  Occasionally he’d catch her eyes, which seemed to shine at him, even as her smile radiated a love that was one of the few constants in life he could always depend on.  He watched her rub his downy head against her rigid nipples, his slippery fluids finding their way to her breast.  His mind filled with memories as he watched her, remembering the countless times they had made love at her breasts, and the sheer joy of being held softly next to her heart when he came.

Nearly losing it to new sensations, he jerked his gaze downward once more, just in time to meet her eyes.  Enclosed in her soft lips, she welcomed him to her mouth.  “Oh, Hon,” he cried.  He wondered if it felt even half as good when he tasted her, as it did when she tasted him.  Surely nothing could be better than this!  In his heart-of-hearts, he never would believe he deserved such a loving soul mate, and his mind was daily filled with prayers of thankfulness for what he’d been given.  He watched her some more, watching her gently bob her head up and down on him, her soft brown hair swishing around his waist and raising goosebumps of pleasure on his skin.  Or were they ‘ganderbumps?’  He didn’t know and didn’t care.  “Hon!” he finally pleaded.

She looked up at him momentarily, but had no intention of stopping.  It was too much fun to render the man powerless!  Swirling her tongue over his tip, she gently lapped at his sweet, sticky fluids.  Withdrawing for a moment, she licked her lips, before returning to him.  She wished again she could take all of him this way, but knew he didn’t want her to gag.  She almost giggled, and would have, had her mouth not been occupied.  That had happened just once, and it had disturbed him, in spite of her reassurances, and it had killed his mood.  Yeah – maybe right now wasn’t the time to attempt again!

“Hon!!” his cries grew more insistent.  Sitting up on the bed, he lifted her with as much gentleness as he could, drawing her to him for a kiss as he laid back on the bed, tugging her with him.

Turning around, she again reached for him, this time straddling his chest.  He moaned softly again as he felt her grasp his manhood, but he was certainly not going to complain about the view!  Reaching for her waist, he gently drew her closer to him, moving her knees around his shoulders until her soft thighs shrouded his face.  It was almost like being in heaven as he stared up at her beauty, admiring the pretty curves of her bum with gentle hands.  For a moment he almost ignored the pure pleasure she was giving him below, her soft breasts resting on his abdomen, her hair softly wisping over his skin, and the sweet warmth of her mouth and lips as she lovingly took him inside.  Almost, but not quite!  Leaning up, he tenderly kissed her bum, his tongue flickering out to explore her curves, finding the slippery, smooth cleft of her vulva and tasting her joy.  He could feel her reaction below as she hummed around his penis.

Piercing stabs of pleasure radiated from his touch, threatening to distract her from feasting on him.  That was the ‘trouble’ with this position!  Momentarily withdrawing from him, she sighed contently, feeling his tongue flickering against her clitoris before dipping into the well of her passion, and back again.  She stared down at him, the tip of his manhood weeping with desire, and hungrily took him in her mouth again.  She’d later hope she wasn’t smothering him, though her movements were practically involuntary, her tummy and thighs quivering, as if to draw her sweet feminine fruit all the closer to his loving mouth and tongue.  The feather-light touch of his hands over her smooth back and bum sent chills of pleasure racing through her.  Releasing him once more, her cries filled the air as hot, searing pleasure again filled her body.

Even in her pleasure she desired him, and again took him in her mouth, her crying sobs reduced to whimpers and hums around him.  Equally distracted from her touch, she could feel his moans against her, seeming to radiate all the more pleasure into her.  It was too much, and he popped free from her lips as her feelings cried out.  He could feel the warmth of her breath against his manhood, and the softness of her cheeks as she held him against her face, and then the erratic movements of both hands caressing him.  Catching her breath, she resolutely found him again, devouring him in the pleasure of her mouth while her hand raced up and down his moist shaft.

She’d never know it, but her name was on his lips, trapped against her sex as he moaned with passion, his tongue quivering with exhaustion, resting contently in her vulva against her clitoris.  Open mouthed, he cried against her, wanting to simply enjoy the taste of her passion against his mouth as he lost himself in her.  His entire body shook with desire, his waist involuntarily thrusting upward to her waiting mouth, powerful contractions fountaining his desire into her waiting lips, as his vision clouded over.

She felt his first warm spurt, then another, and another, punctuated against her clitoris with his muffled sobs, lifting her to new heights as she bobbed up and down on him, trying to swallow his love offering even as her own moans and cries rendered it nearly impossible.  He did the same, trying his best to capture the essence of his soul mate, drinking of her nectar to make it part of him.  Given a choice, neither would have wished for it to end, each content to bring joy to their lover.  But there always seemed to be an end, and quietness eventually pervaded the room, the walls echoing the breathless pants and moans of two lovers, and holding them in secret.  He felt her continue to suck on him, even as he layered her body with sweet kisses of satisfaction.

Finally mustering enough energy, she sat up and turned herself on his chest, smiling down at him through lips made glossy from his release.  He grinned crookedly up at her, soft chuckles welling up within him.  She laughed, too, enjoying the obvious satisfaction spread across his face.  Neither could have explained just why they laughed; yet what else could a happy soul do, but laugh?

The warmth of her thighs about his face still muffled sound, so she was the first to hear.  “Ohmigosh!  They’re home!”  Her blue eyes flashed into his, as two hearts simultaneously ‘calculated’ whether there would be sufficient time to return to their clothed state before their best friends happened to wander back to their bedroom.  Not even thinking to temporarily lock the door in their haste, they picked up what clothes they could find amidst a flurry of activity, and ran giggling into the adjoining restroom.

Fiction. ~ lttlb@yahoo.com