April Snow Shower and a “Looey-Hour” ~ Ignite Story

“Lisa, I’m getting SO tired of this,” Marie fussed. Six more inches of snow in April was not her idea of how to start spring. She was particularly upset because the teasing warm-up just the week prior had coaxed her out to her humble flower patch. Marie didn’t have much of a green thumb, but every year she gave it her best shot, and she’d been disheartened to see her recent efforts now buried in winter white.

“It won’t last long this time of year,” Lisa encouraged.

“I know, but…” Marie screwed up her face and stuck out her tongue. “I’m just tired of winter. I want my flowers to come up, and the sun to shine. And…” she gave Lisa an elbow. “I want to spend all day on my deck in a bikini with a good book and my best friend.”

“All day in what?” co-worker Megan teased. She’d only heard part of the conversation as she came upon them carrying her clipboard. Everyone at the hospital always knew when Megan was around, even if she didn’t say a word. At six feet two inches, and 100% the soccer player in her spare time, she couldn’t be missed. However, the person who had tried to call her ‘Amazon’ received guidance in no uncertain terms to pick a different nickname.

“A bikini or less,” Marie retorted. “I need the sun to shine!”

“It’s shining now,” Megan reported, looking out a window.

“Yeah, at about 28 degrees,” Marie pouted.

“Maybe it will burn off by noon,” Lisa suggested.

“That won’t bring my flowers back.”

Lisa didn’t know what else to say, so she just smiled. Marie was in quite a mood today. Hopefully, she’d snap out of it soon enough.

“Well, you could always make your own sunshine.”

“Very funny, Megan. And how do you propose I do that?”

“I dunno’ – my boyfriend raised chickens once, and they had these lamps to warm them. ”

“Hmm….” Marie got one of ‘those’ looks on her face. “He still got them?”

“What – the chickens?”

“No, the lamps.”

“I suppose so. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Think he’d mind if I borrowed them?”

“You going into the chicken business, Marie?” Megan laughed.

“I’m already in the chicken business,” Marie replied. “These two chicks, ” she said, pointing at herself and Lisa, “are going to bask in some heat if it’s the last thing we do.”

“We are?” Lisa asked, raising an eyebrow.

“And anyone else on this floor that wants some ‘sun.’ Say, how many lamps did he have?”

With Marie, once the boat was aimed, there was no turning it around. In five minutes she had arrangements made to pick up the heat lamps, giving her best friend and a few co-workers a good laugh at her expense. This was classic Marie.

The heat lamps looked disgusting when the girls dropped by to get them after their shift, and it nearly killed Marie’s desire to have her little sun party. The lingering stench of the chickens who had formerly resided in the same space didn’t help.

“Oh, good gosh,” Marie exclaimed, holding her nose. “Daddy had cows when I was growing up, and I thought they smelled awful. But I think these might be worse.”

“So… chicks smell worse than cows?” Lisa asked. Unlike her best friend, she wasn’t holding her nose at the moment but was trying to untie one of the lamps. She wasn’t quite tall enough even on her tippy toes.

“Apparently these did,” Marie grimaced.

“Here, Lisa, let me get that,” Joshua offered. Josh was Megan’s boyfriend, and he dutifully took down the lamps for them. “Sorry about the smell.”

Later the two ‘chicks’ gave the lamps’ reflectors a thorough scrubbing until all traces of the old dirt, grime, and cobwebs were gone. It had pained Marie to perform the procedure on her dining room table, but they took care of the worst of it outside first.

“You sure this is all right?” Lisa queried. “Don’t they use these things to heat sausages and stuff?”

“It’s harmless – just like the bathroom heat lamp,” Marie insisted, “as long as we don’t get too close to them. We’ll put them up high. And it will be a sight better than that!” She pointed outdoors at the cold and clouds. “But speaking of sausage…” she murmured as her husband enter the room. It was another classic Marie remark intended only for her best friend’s ears, and it had its desired effect in making her giggle.

“Heat lamps?” Stanley asked, finding them hard at work at the table. He stared at the lamps for a moment before scratching his head. “I give up – what are these for?”

“Roasting sausage, you big oaf,” Marie laughed, elbowing him in the ribs before trying to explain what she had in mind.

“Trying to recreate Hawaii, Babe?”

“Hawaii…” Marie mused. “Stanley, that’s it!”

“It’s what?”

“Lisa, we are going to plan a luau.”

“A looey hour?” Stan inquired.

“No, silly, a luau.”

“I still think I’m right. Sounds looey to me.”

Marie rolled her eyes at Lisa. “Please tell me my cousin doesn’t do this to you.” Then she moved on with her typical rapid pace. “This will be SO much better – we’ll get everyone looking forward to summer!”

And so the two of them planned – some might say schemed – a luau. In April. With snow on the ground. It reminded Lisa again of her best friend’s generosity. How many times had she done something like this?

It took them about a week before they had everything in place. Pseudo-sun, check.  Caterer and drinks lined up, check. Hot tub cleaned, check. Sand in the living room, vetoed. Deck chairs and towels on the carpet would have to do. They’d also ordered new tropical print bikinis for themselves and matching shorts and Hawaiian shirts for their husbands. After all, if the men couldn’t pronounce luau, how could they possibly dress appropriately for it?

“Whew,” Lisa muttered, looking over their completed to-do list. “You sure we got everything covered?”

“It’s all there, girlfriend. All we need to do is put up these posters in the hospital staff lounge, and we’ll be ready.”

The friends endured the good-natured teasing at work that resulted from the party announcements. But truth be told, most of their coworkers were just as tired of winter as Marie and just as eager to welcome warmer weather.

“You going to come, Darren?” Lisa asked when she found him reading the poster on the breakroom bulletin board.

“I think so,” he smiled. “Just got to make sure Mom can keep Allie for me. Methinks your little party just might hasten the coming of summer.”

“Maybe. We have enough heat lamps to cause some global warming if you ask me.”

“Heat lamps?”

“So make sure and bring your bikini,” she teased. “Got to enjoy the sunshine.”

“Hmm. ‘Fraid I don’t have one of those,” he chuckled. Yikes! He was for SURE going to plan on being there now!

“Only kidding, Darren. Just bring yourself,” she winked.

—-

The day of the party, both girls stood back and appraised the slightly rearranged home. Gone was the picture window. Over it, they’d hung a temporary mural of some sand, palm trees, and the ocean. If a person squinted at them just right, maybe, just maybe, they would believe themselves to be in Hawaii. The two of them giggled again to see the ensemble of heat lamps neatly suspended from the ceiling. They’d had the guys help them with that.

“Hopefully Stan won’t blow a gasket when he sees the electric bill for the month,” Lisa giggled.

“We’ll worry about that later. Tell my cousin to bring his ukulele. Surely he knows something ‘Hawaiian’ to play.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that, but okay.”

Eventually, the cars began ‘stacking’ up in Stan and Marie’s driveway.

“Can I come in?” Megan’s teeth chattered as she stood at the door. “I’m freezing out here!”

“Sure, come on in, Meg,” Lisa smiled warmly.

“Ohmigosh, what did I set you guys up for anyway?” Megan asked as she appraised the room.

“Some fun,” Lisa replied. “Drinks and food are over there. Gorgeous sundress, by the way.”

“Thanks, Lisa – I got it on the Big Island. It’s the only ‘Hawaiian’ thing I had.”

“Works for this!” Lisa chirped. Other guests were quick to come, and soon the house was full of talking and laugher.

The host and chief event-planner frowned upon hearing uproarious laughter but understood when she caught sight of her cousin and husband. The varmints! Both of them paraded out among her coworkers and friends dressed in the grass skirts and coconut bras she and Lisa had purchased just for fun. Then again, it was hard not to smile at the same time. Their hairy legs protruded from underneath and their naked chests, one shaggier than the other, were sheathed only in the shells. Her cousin clutched his ukulele with a serious expression on his face and pretended to be tuning it.

“Play something Hawaiian,” Marie commanded. Evidently, she didn’t know that her cousin was no expert with a ukulele or any other musical instrument for that matter. For the moment, the crowd would have to be happy with ‘Oh Susanna’ and the few other tunes he could pick his way through. Stan’s off-key singing completed the act, much to the amusement of all. Both husbands would get a ‘friendly chat’ later from Marie, and both would laugh it off to her consternation. The ukulele player she reprimanded for not learning something Hawaiian in the ‘ample’ time he’d had since the announcement of the party. Her husband caught her ire for finding the costumes – and for anything else that went wrong that evening. And there were a few things that did.

A couple of hours passed while folks nibbled and socialized. Finally, Marie determined that the time had come for the big reveal. She announced it, asking Stanley to hit the switch to “let the sunshine in!”

POP!! Instant darkness. Instant silence.

“Stanley!!” Marie shrieked. Next time they would test the circuits before inviting their friends in, but at the moment there was a frantic search for a flashlight so that Stanley could finally found the right switch to flip in the circuit box. With a little rearrangement, he and Lisa’s husband managed to share the lights around to other circuits so that Marie could finally have her sunshine. The guests didn’t seem to mind one bit and took everything in stride.

It didn’t take long for the warmth and red hue of the heat lamps overhead to infect everyone with Marie’s vision. Adults could pretend, too, couldn’t they? One by one, Marie coaxed her friends into their swimsuits, kicking it off by showing up in her new bikini which instantly won her a few hearty catcalls and wolf-whistles from her friends. Giggling as she took a most gracious bow, she pointed to the rooms down the hallway where her friends could change. And many of them did. Some of them even brought flip flops, sunglasses, and tanning lotion, of all things! They would laugh about it later: the deck chairs lined up in the living room under the bright overhead ‘sun,’ each of their coworkers lazily relaxing and absorbing the ‘rays.’ Outside it was quite cold, but here they basked in a temporary tropical paradise.

“That’s more like it,” Lisa’s happy husband sighed as she emerged in her new swimsuit. Truth be told, that’s about all he could get out at the moment; her beauty took his breath away. The bikini exactly matched the one Marie wore. For some reason the girls seemed to like having identical swimsuits, maybe just to push their husbands’ buttons. He admired how the light and shadows accentuated the gorgeous cleavage revealed from the hammock of her bikini top. Already he was looking forward to watching her undress later.

“You like?” a smiling Lisa asked, spreading her arms and posing. It wasn’t a question she needed to ask. But his face already told her everything she wanted to know: flushed cheeks, eyes sparkling with life, and mouth slightly agape. It was almost exactly the same look that had been on his face when they’d first met, the look of a man captivated. She’d long ago memorized that expression, and seeing it always made her shiver inside. It was SO nice to feel beautiful! And it didn’t hurt to hear him voice his appreciation.

“You look hot,” he breathed, grasping her hand and pressing it on the front of his swimming trunks. Thank goodness for grass skirts… all evening long, he’s – ”

“Why, you naughty boy,” Lisa giggled. “But winter’s a long time to go without seeing a swimsuit. Good thing all my friends came to help you ‘catch up’ on what you’ve been missing!”

“What’s ketchup got to do with anything?” he joked.

Another hour lazily passed, then the crowd began to dissipate. All in all, it had been a wonderful evening. Two weary couples cleaned things up as best they could then decided to finish off the evening relaxing in the hot tub.

Helping Lisa into the hot tub, her husband let his eyes drink in her beautiful shape. Then with a gleam in his eye, he leaned to whisper in her ear just a taste of what he wanted to do with her all night long. But an exasperated cry from Marie cut the thought short.

“Oh… take it off!!” Marie suddenly reached for her husband to wrest the ‘coconut bra’ from his person. She’d tired of seeing Stanley in it all evening long, and his attempt to bring it into the hot tub was the last straw.

“Babe, you’ll embarrass me,” Stan whined.

“Oh, you’d feel better if we were all topless, I guess? Would that help you give it up?” Marie fumed, “Come here!!”

Stanley eventually submitted to Marie’s nimble fingers undoing his costume, winking at their friend seated in the hot tub and laughing.

“It looked like it fit you well, Stanley,” Lisa offered.

“No it didn’t,” Marie groused.

“Gotta’ have something to support these,” Stan gestured, reaching for his pectoral muscles.

“Trust me, Babe, those pecs stand up just fine on their own,” Marie retorted.

Stanley just smiled, escorting his bikini-clad princess to the warm, bubbling water. In a feat he likely couldn’t repeat if he wanted to, he managed to grasp the string for her top as she passed in front of him, causing it to pull free from its knot.

“Stanley!” Marie shrieked, her hands instantly covering her breasts as she sank into the water.

“Hmm… must have snagged on something?” Stanley mused.

“Yeah, I’ll bet!” Marie shook her head and rolled her eyes at Lisa and her amused cousin as she attempted to retie the errant strings.

“And by the way,” Stan offered. “Your… uh… you know… they stand up just fine on their own, too.”

“Oh stop it, Stan, you’re killing me,” Lisa giggled.

Stanley did stop, though not for Lisa’s benefit as much as for his safety. The daggers shooting from the eyes of his bride could have killed!

While the men occupied themselves visiting about their mutual business concern, the farm, the ladies congratulated one another on the evening. It had been a decided success. Who would have guessed that it started in a smelly chicken shed? Both agreed that a thank-you card to their tall coworker and her boyfriend was undoubtedly in order.

—

“Umph!” Marie grunted as she landed face up on her bed. Once their friends had left, he’d carried her to bed in a rush and hadn’t been gentle in setting her down. “You better follow through with that, big man!”

“Oh, I intend to,” Stan smiled, stripping from his swimsuit. All evening long he’d been taunted and tantalized by her curves. Watching her and Lisa’s breasts seem to ‘float’ at water level in the hot tub while they chatted had almost been more than he could take.

“Too bad Lisa had to work the graveyard shift,” Marie mused, wishing their friends could have stayed.

“Yeah, too bad,” Stanley said absently, hopping onto the bed and straddling her waist. This time he was gentler, his fingers softly finding the strings to her bikini top while she stared up at him with an amused expression.

“Need some help, big man?”

“Yeah, lots of he–hmm…” In just one second she was providing him plenty of it.

“Nice,” Marie purred, softly running her fingertips up and down one of her favorite parts of his anatomy, which was rock hard and pointing towards her. It always made her giggle to watch it twitch with each pulse of his heart.

“Very nice,” Stanley agreed. He removed the top that had been obscuring a glorious view.

“Hmm… so this is what you were hiding under that nasty grass skirt. Good gosh, you’re huge!” Wrapping both hands around his manhood, one over the other, she stared at his pulsating tip. A glistening clear droplet of precum gathered like a pearl before slipping down his shaft in a sleek trail.

A thousand butterflies instantly swirled in her stomach (and lower) all at once. Who said that guys were the only ‘visual’ creatures? Now that they were up close and personal, there were suddenly a million things she wanted to do with this man. Right. Now.

“I – I’m surprised this mighty oak didn’t rise through the grass earlier this evening,” she added.

“He was trying,” Stan grimaced, struggling to untie the strings of her bikini bottom which were behind her.

With him off balance, it seemed to Marie as good a time as any to turn the tables. Now it was Stanley’s turn to grunt as he landed on the bed suddenly facing Marie, who instantly crawled over him on all fours, gorgeously naked. Her hair seemed to whisper around his swollen penis and up to his chest with a flourish as she deftly swished it around.

“Ready to rock my world?” The look in her eyes turned his heart to butter. It was that priceless look every man wishes to see on his lover’s face. Leaning over him like a purring cat, she arched her back. His swollen manhood was captured for a moment between her breasts before Marie drew them up his torso to his face.

“Oh, Marie,” he sighed. He reached for her with his strong arms, tugging her further until her soft thighs rested on either side of his head. He stared up at her, watching her hands tickle her breasts before smoothing across her flat stomach en route to places lower still.

He had no idea why the female form was so doggone beautiful. It just was. And he reverently drank his fill, inhaling her scent and letting his eyes feast on the prettiest flower he’d ever seen. It was his garden, the paradise on earth he escaped to every moment he could!

“Stan…” Her voice filled with urgency. She shifted even closer to him.

Almost close enough to kiss, her flower was all the more beautiful. Stanley felt her hands on his as he lifted them up to her trim waist. Then they moved to the silky smooth thighs that ensconced his head. A glint of light reflected off her navel piercing as her soft tummy trembled with anticipation. The perfectly trimmed line of her raven black pubic hair drew his eyes lower. Knowing that Marie’s best friend was responsible for that perfect trim was a turn-on. It was the ‘stem’ to his flower, but the flower itself was even more delightful. Pulling her closer, he felt the softness of her body on his face and lips. His lips kissed skin smoother than a baby’s cheek!

“Oh, Stan!” Marie gasped, suddenly feeling the pleasant warmth of his tongue. Like a bee, he imbibed her flower’s nectar, suddenly filling her with stabbing pleasure. Marie’s mouth fell open as she stared into the mirrored ceiling. The erotic vision greeting her eyes fueled her passion as he found the tiny bud of her flower with his tongue. She cried his name again, her hands flying to his head as if to make sure he wouldn’t leave. The pleasure was excruciating.

His hands crept upwards, one at her back and the other softly rubbing her smooth tummy. And had they not supported her at that moment, she would have fallen over. The ecstasy that suddenly washed through her found expression in the screaming cries that filled the room. And where his tongue had formerly danced, an enraptured Stan now had a mouthful of his beloved!

Reduced to whimpers and trying to catch her breath, she rested against him. She remained upright only because he held her. His roaming hands soon found other beautifully shaped flowers, his fingertips making her skin tingle with delight. Sensitive, light brown nipples seemed to stretch taut with pleasure as if to reach for the loving hands imparting it.

When one of his hands ‘threatened’ to leave her soft breast, she moved it back instantly with her hand, holding him there. Her face flushed as a combination of warmth and chills tantalized her skin under his soft fingers. The sensations spread inward and radiated deep down.

Suddenly feeling his tongue slipping again through her smooth cleft below, she lost it. This time she almost collapsed with sobs, her heart threatening to pound out of her chest as it overflowed with love for this man. Stanley could needle her during the day (a playfulness she loved) but he knew how to play her body to a rapturous creshendo in the night!

Stan smiled with satisfaction when the room filled with her panting cries. The satisfaction of one’s lover had no equal in a man’s heart. Nor, for that matter, did smooth legs against his face, which Stanley was very much enjoying at the moment! A passionate lover, Marie was not one to sit still, though he gently held her waist and thighs in his arms.

“Ohmigosh,” she gasped, trying to scoot back. “I – I must be smothering you or – ”

He stared up at her flushed face as she held his head. Peering down at him from between two gorgeous breasts, and blowing a wisp of hair from her forehead, she filled his ears with more things he loved to hear. “Now THAT’S what I’ve been dreaming of all evening long!” And it was a much better use of his mouth than speaking, she didn’t add.

The softness of her bum barely touched the tip of his manhood, and a part of him wanted just to lift her up and settle her back down where she ‘needed’ to be.

“Oh, Stanley,” she purred, rubbing against his hardness. “We better take care of this poor guy…” With a slight shift of her hips, she straddled him further down, watching as the ‘poor guy’ happily appeared between her thighs, enveloped in the softness of her cleft. Moving her hips with practiced ease, she stared down at him with a mischievous look on her face as he sighed contentedly. “Feel good, lover boy?”

Unable to even answer, Stanley met her eyes for a moment then stared at her hips as she slid and gyrated on him, polishing his swollen penis until it glistened. He admired again the shape of her waist and pelvis, the beauty of the shadows that danced across and between her breasts as she moved, the glint of light on her navel piercing. Stan again felt the inexplicable hunger inside to be one with her, so raw and powerful it sometimes scared him. He absolutely loved it when she was turned on, even if he couldn’t keep up. He loved the heart of this saucy, impetuous soul that seemed to eat, sleep, and breathe sexiness with everything she did. And if she didn’t slow down, someone’s pipe was going to burst!

Marie stopped just in time, but she was not done with Stan. As she knelt between his legs, her long dark tresses wisped over his abdomen. She carefully took him in both hands and held him in a gentle hug while peering into his eyes with a smoldering gaze. Her eyes scarcely left his as she layered him with kisses that landed with butterfly softness up and down his shaft.

He looked and smelled incredible. It was all she could do to keep herself from climbing atop him and slamming him into oblivion. But that wouldn’t be as much fun. Not yet. First, Marie wanted to systematically strip him of all of self-control. She had an almost fiendish amount of fun making her calm and collected Stanley go nearly insane with lust for her. Maybe it was good that he couldn’t read her mind!

He looked better than an ice cream cone at the moment. She licked across the slit in his crown, tasting the slippery fluids that oozed from his tip, and smacked her lips.

“Tastes good, lover,” she whispered hotly, her breath warm on his penis. “How come you weren’t on the dessert table?”

Not waiting for an answer, she slipped the crown of her prince between her lips, holding him there while she lazily traced her tongue over him and stared into his handsome face. There it was, that slight furrow in his brow that said Stanley-boy was about ready to fall apart!

“I was,” he winced. “We both were… dessert… we planted our butts on the – ” Stanley paused as she slowly drew him deeper into her mouth, gasping in delight. “We… uh… we… that’s where we played the… uh…”

At the moment he couldn’t get a coherent sentence out. Didn’t she know that the dessert table was where the two of them sat and played those stupid songs on the ukulele? He had basically ‘shoved’ a bunch of stuff back on the table, scrunching the dishes together, so he and his knuckleheaded best friend could sit there and make fools of themselves entertaining Marie and Lisa’s guests. The thoughts flashed instantly through his mind, though not out of his lips. Instead, his focus was drawn back to her head moving back up and his swollen manhood magically reappearing from her soft lips.

“What was that, Stanley dear?” Marie asked with honey in her voice and her lips only millimeters from his manhood. She couldn’t pull off the ‘sweet’ routine nearly as well as her best friend, for whom it was no act, but it was enough. She nearly laughed as he actually started to answer her. But Stan had to stop when she drew him deep and swallowed him whole. Instead, her lover exhaled probably all of the air that was in his lungs, his hands flying instantly to her head to tremble in her hair. It said more than words ever could. Nothing like deep-throat to instantly get a man’s full and undivided attention! It was harder to stare into his eyes from this angle, though she still managed, hers sparkling with a wanton abandon that bored straight into his soul.

“Hon…”

Stanley couldn’t tell it, but she was smiling around him, slowly withdrawing a bit at a time. There was really only one thing she’d ever wished to ‘steal’ from him, and that was his control. She’d learned it wasn’t something he gave up easily, even for this! She stopped, leaving only the mauve crown of his manhood in her warm lips. Sucking him mercilessly, she stared at him and deftly wisped her tongue over him as faithfully as a windshield wiper on a rainy day.

“Hon!!” His cry sounded a little more urgent this time.

“Good gosh, Stanley,” she finally laughed. “Don’t you know it’s impolite to answer you with my mouth full?” She giggled as he groaned something unintelligible before she took him in hand. “Maybe you’d rather have this, is that it?”

She bit her lower lip, watching her hand move up and down his slippery shaft. The man was hotter than he had any idea! Bringing her second hand into action, she slipped them both down his shaft one over the other in rapid succession. The sound of her hands sliding against his flesh was the only one in the room for a moment. Then, a satisfying moan that tugged at her heart escaped his lips.

As the friction increased, the intensity of the sensations propelled a ravished Stanley to action.

“Marie – ” His voice trailed off as he wrenched himself free, moving surprisingly quickly on the bed.

Her movements were just as swift. On her back in mere seconds,  propped up on pillows and her jet black hair fanning around her head, she stared up at him. Then she looked down at herself, watching her hand play in her smooth vulva. Her legs were open to his admiring gaze, her other hand touching a breast with feather-light strokes. Staring up at him, she moaned softly. Her face was awash with unabashed passion, her fingers moved furiously. “Stan – ”

“Oh, Marie,” he gasped, his hand squeezing involuntarily around himself as he watched her. His heart fell head over heels in love with her all over again.

High pitched cries and desperately moaning pants filled the room. Hips raised and back arched, she all but crushed her head back into the pillows as she enjoyed the fluttering of her fingers. It was all the more pleasurable knowing he was watching and holding that gorgeous cock of his in hand!

There had been a time when he couldn’t have imagined the desire for another’s pleasure ever equaling or even surpassing the craving for his own. But that was the past. This was a most lovely present, his lover unwittingly teaching him a joie de vivre he’d have never known without her. And what joy could there possibly be that exceeded this? Her personality had captivated him from the start, and his fascination had only grown with time.

He still remembered seeing her for the first time, marching around a parking lot at college with a cell phone glued to her ear in a heated argument. She’d looked inexplicably cute as she fumed away about it, not happy to be on the losing side. And she’d been marching around on a pair of drop-dead gorgeous legs that disappeared into a jean skirt… sexy and feisty! It was a vision he’d never forget, something that instantly grabbed at his heart, not to mention a few ‘other’ places.

“Stan!!” Marie gasped, looking up at him, wondering just what on earth was taking the man so long. Who could know what thoughts were knotting things up in his mind at the moment?

Stanley’s reply was unintelligible for the most part, but ended with “so hot!” Those same gorgeous, tanned legs gleamed in the dim light, wantonly open and drawing his eyes to where her fingers continued their delicate play. “C’mere,” he muttered huskily, grasping his manhood to point the way.

“T-that’s my babe,” Marie sighed, all but whimpering from the desire she felt inside. The hair on his chest and legs tickled against her as he nestled between her legs, the swollen tip of his penis bumping into her fingers.

Instantly she moved her hand, purring, “That’s it, right there.” Both gasped as their flesh touched, a special place where man and woman could meet as one. “Oh Stanley.”

Wet and slippery with sleek trails of precum, he felt awesome, long and hard and powerful… and all the more so as she felt him slip inside. He was in the closest place to heaven on earth for a man!

He always wanted to take things slow, but at the moment that was thrown out the window. His heart was overflowing with urgency to be one with his lover in every sense of the word. The warm clasp of gorgeous legs behind him practically propelled him into the paradise of her body. It instantly enveloped him in tight, slippery warmth.

“Ohhhh… Marie…”

The sigh left his lips in a long gasp as he drove deep, watching himself disappear into her exquisite body. She made his heart fill with boyish, exuberant happiness. And at the same moment, he nearly burst with manly pride as if a king entering his most sacred court to take his place on the throne of her heart. But it flooded him with humility that the most beautiful, precious creature on God’s earth chose him! The wonder and excitement of being one with her hit him again in a rush as he stared down into her pretty face and locked onto those sparkling brown eyes.

“Oooooohhhhh.…” Marie’s voice trailed away as he began to move.

Hanging on by a thread, a ravished Stanley feasted his eyes on her beauty. He had no idea how in the world she did it, her body seeming to clutch tightly to him even as he withdrew. It felt amazing and nearly sucked away every shred of his control. Her eyes looked positively delirious. Her tummy fluttered with each panting breath. Her hands sought out her breasts, touching wonderfully engorged nipples that pointed skyward like beacons of pleasure. Those remarkable, amazingly smooth legs softly quivered against his skin.

Sighing peacefully, Stanley drove deeply into her once more and nearly cried with how good she felt. He could have sworn that he sensed her pulse tap against his penis deep within, heart answering heart.

“Stan, oh Stan!!”

He would never tire of hearing his name on her lips, nor the sound of pleasure that escaped her lips. Only on their honeymoon had she been hesitant. She’d teased him many times that he’d opened Pandora’s box that night. Though she might ‘blame’ him for creating such a hunger for pleasure that it oozed from every part of her, it was a tremendous gift to the man who wished he could keep up with her!

But for now, he could. Tenderly drawing in and out of his lover, Stan watched the kaleidoscope of emotions sweep across her features and listened to each breathless pant as the heady waves cascaded through her body.

Marie held nothing back. She never had. Her every feeling was his, whether good or bad, and this was very, very good. The near-dazed look on her face as she looked up at him, her eyes glazed over as she lost herself in pleasure, the hot words that spilled from her lips when she could speak – all of these things filled his mind with a rush of gratitude as he contemplated his lover. She made him feel like the only man who could ever thoroughly rock her world.

Marie stared down at herself in post-coital bliss even as she tried to catch her breath. Her skin still tingled with excitement and glowed from the intensity of their lovemaking. An adoring husband stared down at her, his mouth parted, and a stunned look on his handsome face. He looked so cute bending over her holding that particular part of his anatomy with which he had just gotten her off into next week. It still twitched in time with his heartbeat and the aftershocks of soul-satisfying pleasure that had made her man very happy! A single milky-white pearl dripped from his tip, and she could almost hear it as it fell to her skin.

He’d made a glorious ‘mess’ of things, something he loved doing. It had almost been as if time had stood still. The hot streams burst from his heart in white arcs – he, the painter, and his lover, the canvas, creating together the most beautiful work of art the world would never see! The ‘canvas’ was already beautiful to him beyond description and all the more so when it bore his signature.

Marie closed her eyes briefly then snapped them back open with a contented sigh. She stared again at the sleek white trails on her skin before tracing them with a finger.

“Looks good, Babe,” she whispered, softly kissing the sticky tip of her finger.

Her happy husband was still incapable of coherent speech at the moment. Either that, or he was too busy counting his blessings, his mind reviewing the evening and the days past. The heart that beat underneath those gorgeous breasts was solid gold. As much as he teased her for all the shenanigans she pulled (tonight’s being one more in a long trail of them), he was crazily in love with her. Her creativity and generosity amazed and inspired him and had even driven him to do things in his businesses that he would never have otherwise done. Marie’s drop-dead sexiness only knocked it further out of the park and infused him with restless energy from the time he arrived at work until he was back at home in her waiting arms.

Stan wasn’t sure when he started laughing, but eventually, his rumbling chuckles filled the room. Nor could he have articulated just what made him laugh, except perhaps sheer joy of heart. He was still laughing when he drew her into his arms and carried his greatest ‘asset’ into their spacious walk-in shower to gently wash his gorgeous canvas.

When, hand-in-hand, she later drew him back to their bed, it was not sleeping that she had in mind!