Archive-name: Working/4lena3.txt Archive-author: P.B. Archive-title: A Story Just For Lena - Part III Morning found us still cuddled in the main room on the blanket, the fire still giving off a faint warm glow. The sun was filtering in through the large glass covered walls, lighting the room cheerfully. I awakened first, and did my best not to wake her as I moved back. I looked down at her, curled up, one arm over her breasts, the other under her head and pillow. She looked like an innocent angel, smiling in her sleep. I wrapped my still warm side of the blanket around her as I went off to make some coffee. I was gratified to see her still curled up and sleeping when I returned with the steaming, aromatic brew. I waved it slowly under her nose, watching her awaken. "'Morning beautiful." I said softly, leaning over and kissing her cheek. "Hmmmm. Hi" She said blearily, and accepted the warm drink, sipping care- fully and eyeing my nakedness. "Thank you for last nite." I purred, smiling. She chuckled, and touched my knee, stroking her hand gently over my thigh. "I've warmed the shower for you, or for us both." I smiled back at her. "Perfect." She said. "I must look awful." "Why do women think that way?" I asked, laughing. "You've just given me the best night of my life, and you're worried that I think you look awful." We joked and kidded each other, and she made disparaging comments about my scratchy face, while I make comments about her rumpled hair, both of us laughing. We showered together playfully, both of us feeling light and giddy from the night before. We kissed under our manufactured waterfall, and began to kindle our passions once again. We held off, knowing we'd have time later, after we'd hiked to a quiet place and set up our tent. Her worries over clothing were solved by the spare clothing my sister-in- law kept at the cabin. She selected some shorts, a comfortable chambray top, and a light jacket for the evening. While she checked her backpack, I slip- ped several other articles into mine, smiling and thinking about tonight. We set off after securing the "homestead", walking hand in hand down a trail. It was not much of a hike, three miles over easy trails and and several ridges, but it took us until midafternoon since we were easily distracted by the views from ridgetops and, once, a doe with two fawns grazing close by. Our destination was what I called my "perfect shelf". A small, flat, sparsely wooded area, about three hundred yards down from the ridgetop, with a sharp drop-off, and overlooking a beautiful valley winding its way through the Sierras. A small stream meandered across the valley floor, visible only when the sun reflected off its silvery surface. We set up our tent, our portable nylon home, and spread a blanket down near the edge of shelf. In the warm late afternoon sun we sat and watched the animals on the slopes across the valley, and the eagles and hawks soaring above. We listened to the silence of the mountains, hearing only the light breeze singing to us through the trees. We talked for a while, about camping, about wilderness, about the freedom from the maddening crushing rush of city life. We talked until my stomach made a rude noise, demanding to be fed. She laughed loud and long and patted my tummy, until hers agreed with mine that food was overdue. We walked back to our tent, arm in arm, to find something to eat. While we ate, we talked about our difficulties in finding new and differ- ent fantasies and stories to send each other, trying to make each one better. We laughed when we each told stories of the urge to constantly dial up to see what the next story would bring. When we finished eating, I reached into my pack, pulling out several bun- dles of various colored fabric. I handed her a T-shirt, and a pair of silky nylon shorts, saying we'd be more comfortable lounging about in these. We both put on our T-shirts and nylon shorts, her in the tent, while I stayed outside. The fit was loose and comfortable, just the thing for a warm sunny day. She unzipped the tent and stepped out, smiling and posing for me. "How do I look?" I gave an apprecative whistle and licked my lips. Her full breasts, now unrestrained behind the fabric, moved with a sensual motion, the nipples pressing hard against the powder blue material. Her legs looked long and shapely, descending from the black, highcut, nylon shorts. "That good?" She laughed, nodding at the protrusion showing against my own dark blue nylon shorts. I walked over to her and kissed her, drawing her against me to feel her soft, warm breasts against me again. We kissed for several long moments before we put on sandals and walked about, exploring our small shelf. The way her body moved, dressed only in a t-shirt and loose, silky nylon shorts stirred my desires as we walked around. The feeling of the soft warm breezes caressing us in unusual places, the feeling of the soft satiny fabric against our skin, the sun warming us, all combining to make the two of us feel both dressed and undressed. I watched as the soft flesh of her ass rip- pled when she stepped over rocks and branches, her breasts moving erotically when she reached out to me for a steadying hand. She moved away from me at one point, to look at some wildflowers, turning around to watch me walk to her, her eyes watching the motions of my shaft through the skimpy nylon. We reached the edge of the shelf, looking down on a slightly different view of the valley, appreciating the beauty of it all. I moved behind her and circled my arms around her, holding her against me. My arms, just below her breasts, squeezed her in a gentle hug. "Hmmmm. It's so beautiful and quiet up here." She said softly. I said nothing, holding her warmth against me, and I kissed the side of her neck softly. I felt her sigh, her body leaning gently back against me, and I kissed her neck again. Her hands caressed my arms with light gentle touches, both of us feeling the slow fires beginning to build. I turned my hand and raised it, cupping a breast, lifting it up and gently squeezing it. My thumb brushed against her nipple, feeling it already fully erect. I used my tounge and gently licked up the side of her neck, breathing against the damp trail it left. She moaned softly, her head tilting, her hair flowing to follow her movements. Her hand touched the back of my bare thigh, sliding up to cup my cheek, pulling us together and making my cock swell. She could feel the hardening shaft against her buttocks, moving upwards, sliding over the silky fabrics that separated us. I cupped and squeezed both her breasts in my hands in return, pulling her back against my chest. She turned her head and our lips met, the kiss slightly awkward, neither of us caring. My fingers found her nipples, standing firm against the shirt, caressing them and circling around her areolae. Her hand moved around my thigh, sliding easily under the loose nylon, and grasped my cock, squeezing me into her hand. Our passions flared hotly and I turned her around, kissing her again, my hands pulling her into me, never wanting to let go. We stood, kissing each other intensly, passion- ately, feeling our hearts pound together. We broke the kiss, looking into each other's eyes for long moments before we started back, arm in arm, towards our camp. I watched her breasts sway as we walked, admiring there sensual movements, feeling my cock harden and threaten to peek out of the shorts. We walked near the edge of our shelf, until we found our blanket, warm and inviting in the sun. We laid down on the blanket, kissing each other briefly. She spotted a curious stone by the foot of the blanket and crawled down to pick it up. Her hips moved in a facinating way as she crawled down the blanket, and as she picked up the stone I saw her shaved pussy through the loose legs of her shorts. My cock swelled up and moved the flimsy nylon of my shorts aside, showing its head to the world. As she moved back, I reached my hand out, sliding it up her thigh and the leg of her shorts, cupping my hand against her mound, suprising her enough for her to gasp. Quickly she stopped moving back, and her hips swayed as she rubbed herself against my hand. She was damp from walking about in the skimpy nylon, and our passionate kissing. I held her in my hand for several long seconds, gently caressing her thigh as I withdrew my hand. "What do you have there?" I asked in a conversational tone. "Take a look." She said handing over the stone to me. "What do YOU think it looks....like..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes fixed on my swollen cockhead peeking from my shorts, the shaft outlined by the fabric. I looked at the stone, just about to comment when her hand pulled the loose fabric away from the rest of my shaft, baring my cock to the sun, the breeze. Her hand grasped me firmly and it was her turn to fondle and arouse. The stone was weathered and shaped into a remarkable likeness of phallus, the head plainly visible. I tried to make a comment and found her hand was moving so sensually on me that I could not speak at all. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. Her mouth met mine, her tounge parted my lips, entering quickly to find my tounge. My hands found her breasts, full and inviting, squeezing them and rubbing my palms over her nipples. Her hand released me, sliding down to cup my balls, the sacks hanging low and full. My arms encircled her, pulling her down with me, as I moved to get under her hips. She brought her leg up and over, straddling me and laying down on my chest. Our tounges dances and flirted, chasing each other from mouth to mouth fanning our flames of lust. Her hips pinned my naked cock against me, and she rocked her hips, stroking me, and pressing me hard against our lower stomachs. My hands grabbed for her smooth ass, finding the nylon in the way. I slid my hands under the nylon shorts, pushing the fabric together. Her hips moved back, making the shorts tight around my hands, pressing the fabric against her ass and pussy. I pulled the fabric tight against her, feeling her body respond to the pres- sure between her legs. She moaned softly into my mouth. I pulled the black nylon aside, sliding my fingers down between her cheeks, lightly caressing the lips of her pussy, feeling her earlier dampness turning to unabashed wetness. Our kiss broke and we spoke simultaneously. "I want you inside me" "I want to be inside you" We paused and looked into each other's fiery eyes, each seeing a frighten- ing reflection of our own carnal lusting. Passions boiled over, and we both let go of ourselves completely. Her hips rose, freeing my shaft to stand as she lowered her demanding pussy onto my engorged cock. Deeper and deeper I went, feeling engulfed by her. Her eyes closed and she softly sighed a moan of pleasure. We began moving against each other, feeling the loose silky nylon against us, binding occasionally, bringing our lust to a higher level yet. I ran my hands up under her shirt, up to her swaying breasts, grabbing and squeezing them gently, letting them fall into my hands. "Suck me. Suck my nipples." She breathed. I slid my hands out from under her shirt, and brought them up between her breasts. I grabbed her shirt front with both hands and ripped the front of her shirt open, leaning my head up to kiss and suck her nipples. "Ohh. Ohh God, Yes!" She moaned. I sucked her nipples hard, pinching them between my lips, circling her areola with my tounge. My hands clawed at the back of her shirt, ripping it too, so my hands could feel her, touch her. Her pussy gripped me hard, try- ing to squeeze me tight, making me swell inside her. I pulled and shredded her shirt, trying to touch her all over, my lips teasing each nipple into rigid hardness. She sat upright suddenly, her hips rocking wildly. Her hands clutched at my shirt, pulling hard, tearing it open. Her hands grabbed my nipples, her fingers pinching and twisting them, making my hips arch, my cock bulge deep inside her. "Oh, yes!" We both cried together. My hands pulled against the restraining nylon, tearing it apart at the seams, baring her ass. She ripped my shirt again, making a long tearing sound as the fabric protested. We pulled and ripped each other's clothes until shreds hung about us, our wild undulations making them caress us with each powerful stroke. I rolled her over onto her back, her legs locking around my waist. Her hands clawed at my back, tearing the shirt, grabbing and pulling it free. Savagely we fucked each other, thrusting our hips harder and harder, our total energies focused only on our lust. Her hands pulled the remnants of my shorts apart, ripping the last of it from me, baring me to the world and carrying us both deeper into our carnal bliss. I moved her legs over my shoulders, lifting her cunt against me. I grabbed her hips and slammed into her hard and fast, watching the rippling of her thighs and her breasts as I tried to bury myself completly inside her fiery wetness. For us there is only the burning fires between our legs, our passion for each other, the feeling of our hips driving together, the touch of our skin, the world no longer exists while we float in our primitive, carnal universe. I feel a tightness, pressure. Her legs slide off my shoulders, wrapping again around my waist, locking and squeezing me tight. Her pussy contracts, gripping me so tight I feel like I'll explode. Her hips arch. Then again. I pull her hips up and back, pulling her onto me, impaling her on my cock. Her legs shake and tremble as her orgasm wracks her, washing over her like a long wave. Her hands clench against the blanket tightly, her breasts heaving up and down. I slow down, but I can't stop moving, my own lust drives me on. Her legs begin to relax and I move faster again. And faster yet. Her legs clamp down again, her hips arching, her hands clenching her breasts. Sweat is breaking out all over us, the fragrance of her passion is maddening. Her soft moans and cries drive me over the edge. "Ohh. Ohh GODDD!" I shout. "I...want to...FILL...Youuu!" Her pussy contracts again, grabbing, squeezing, milking me. Balls slap against her wet ass, wet from her own juice. My cock plunges again and again each time glistening with her savory wetness. "Ohhh YES!" I moan again. "I'm...gonna..COME!" Her moaning cries penetrate my lust fogged brain, tugging deep down, pull- ing a string holding the gate to my dam. "COME!" I shout. "I'm going to...FILL YOU...with COME!" I feel it rising, forcing its way up my cock, forcing its way past her clenching pussy, her legs locking solidly around my hips, arching up to rece- ive my sperm. Out of control, I stammer, my brain draining through my cock. "I...I...I'm gonna FILL your cunt with COOOMMMME! Ohhh GODDDDD!!" A primal need slams my hips forward just as my cock floods her with my hot flowing come. Backs arched with both feel the massive throbbing of my cock, deep inside her, we feel the hot gushes of my come, washing up inside her and flowing back. I slam forward again, my cock pulsing and spewing more thick hot come deep inside. Again I gush into her, her pussy gripping, and milking it from me. Another gush washes her. And another. And another. I can't stop, my whole being is entering her. Another gush of come. More. Again I spurt. Long seconds pass, the only sound we hear is our own breathing. Slowly the carnal haze lightens, and we look at each other, feeling like our very souls have been intertwined. Tears well up in our eyes, and I lean down, kissing her gently, but passionately. Her warm arms surround me, pulling me tight against her. Her legs squeeze me, keeping me inside her, not want- ing to let me go. My hands come up and caress her face, her neck, her shoulders. Our kiss ends, and we stare silently into each other's eyes. I see a warm glow in her dark grey eyes, filling me with pleasure and contentment. She lifts her head and kisses me quickly and lightly on my cheek, my chin, and lastly on the tip of my nose. Her smile is radiant, and her eyes are shining up at me. "Ohhh God!" I whisper. "The things you DO to me!" Her reply is a warm hug, and I lean down on my elbows, snuggling close to her. I kiss her cheeks, her chin and nip-kiss my way down her neck. I want to be close like this, keep this feeling, make it last. "Ooooh! Look!" She says, indicating the reddening sky. The setting sun was lighting the sky, painting with exotic hues of yellow, red and pink. Our vantage was perfect. Without moving we could turn our heads and watch the sky turn from orange to pink, to red, and finally to a deep blue-black as night began to fall. We watched, feeling the cooler breezes of the evening begin to stir. The stars began to appear, and we watched, locked together, embracing each other until the stars chased the blue sky over the horizon. We strolled back to our camp naked, removing the tatters of our clothes, talking about how that urged us into a raging, carnal, lust. We found some warmer clothes to chase off the cooler night air, cleaned each other off, and settled down with a small campfire, cooking our dinner while we talked. Each time our eyes met, there was a look. A look that needed no words. We ate, and cuddled up by the fire, watching it's flames dance and chase off the coolness of the night. We gazed up at the stars, seeing the entire Milky Way stretched out before us, and knew how our ancestors were awed by its spec- tacular display. We talked about man reaching the stars, and about making love in the weightless void between them. Finally, we covered the fire, and crawled inside our tent. The single tent-candle cast a shadowed flickering light around the tent as we undressed each other tenderly, kissing here and there as we went. We crawled into our sleeping bags, zipped together to form a single large one, and kissed. Our hands explored each other, caressing, gentle, softly touch- ing. Our kiss was quiet and easy, and we fell into each other's arms. Her grey eyes sparkled in the candlelight, looking deep into my being, as if she were searching for the answer to a question never asked. I kissed her again, not wanting her to ask the question, not wanting to think about the answer. She seemed to sense my motive and returned the kiss warmly and passionately. I put my hand on the back of her head and kissed her back. Our tounges were caressing each other, lingering and sweet. My hand moved down her neck, caressing her back, her arm, the graceful curve of her waist, and down to her soft warm cheeks. I squeezed her behind tenderly, pulling her hips to mine as we lay on our sides. I felt her nipples brushed mine, sending a small jolt down deep, and I felt myself start to rise against her thigh. Her hand against my chest pushed me onto my back, and she slid down inside the sleeping bags, turning around as she went. I felt her hair brush over my thighs, then her lips on my swelling shaft. She laid her hips down at an angle, not wanting my tounge on her, no..not yet. She kissed my shaft, licking the underside up and down, sliding her tounge wetly over the velvety smooth skin. She moved down slightly, running her kisses and tounge down to my balls, sucking each one into her mouth, gently teasing it with her tounge. She used her hair to caress me, pulling it lightly across my thighs, between my legs, over my now hard cock. She kissed my thighs, moving up from above each knee, taking her time, teasing me. I sighed my approval, enjoying her playfulness. She arched slightly and her hands lifted my sacks, her tounge sliding down quickly, licking me underneath and below. I moaned and spread my legs further, giving her better access to me. I felt her breath, warm and sensual on the damp areas her tounge had left. My cock throbbed, and I let a moaning sigh escape. She rolled onto her side, her hand sliding up and caressing my stomach. I saw her shaved mons, seductive and inticing in the dim glow from the candle. I licked my finger and ran it over her smooth, sensitive skin there, elicit- ing a sigh from her. When I'd almost reached her clit, she moved away, lay- ing down again, this time her mouth engulfing the head of my cock. She dart- ed her tounge over the tip, licking the pre-cum from it, and circling the edge. Her mouth slowly descended onto me, her lips caressing my sensitive areas. One hand moved down my thigh, tantalizingly slow, her fingernails lightly playing over the skin. Her other hand moved down and played with my balls, cupping them, lifting them, teasing the area just underneath. My hips ached, wanting to arch up, and I let them slowly move towards her. She continued to suck me deeper into her mouth. Just when I thought she was about to swallow me whole, she reversed and slowly came up. Again and again she slowly teased me, holding me deep in her mouth, feeling me throb with lust. I looked at her ass, and caressed her gently, feeling the damp perspiration on her back. The tent was warm, very warm, as our two bodies radiated the heat of our lust. She blew against my cock, making it feel cool, even inside the warm sleeping bag. I pulled the top of the bag off of her, cooling us both. Naked and sweating, she slowly descended on my cock again, her mouth pulling me in. Now she stopped, and teased me, her hands caressing my hips. She started back up, stopped, and slid easily down the full length of me. I felt the head touch the slick velvety skin of her throat, then down, deeper until she had fully swallowed me. I moaned loud and long, floating on a cloud of estacy. She moved up my shaft and down again, not going deep. Several strokes and then she would swallow me down, deep into her mouth. I could feel my orgasm rising, like a string being pulled through me. Again she took me into her throat, and rising up, released my cock, just on the verge of my orgasm. "Good GOD!" I moaned. "I never wanted you to stop!" She smiled and worked her jaw, showing me that it must have ached. I sat up and kissed her, pinching a nipple as I did. "Let me do you." I whispered. "I want to taste you again." She laid down and I started by kissing the insides of her thighs from her knees up to her shaved mons, carefully avoiding any contact with her most sensitive areas. I lightly dragged my short hair against one thigh, teasing her as she had me. I moved up, kissing her around the edges of her stomach, down to the juncture where her thighs form the sides of her triangle. Licking the crease above her thighs, I followed around, drawing and outline of her triangle with my tounge. Her sighs and her smile pleased me, letting me know I was pleasing her. I raised each leg, kissing and gently running my tounge over the sensitive backs of her thighs, going from knee to her slit, stopping before reaching her fragrant wetness. I ran my tounge between her thigh and labia, licking and tasting her sweet dampness. Sweat rolled off my back, and I could see her breasts gleaming in the flickering light. I waited for several moments, not touching her, letting her stretch out her senses, then I leaned forward, flicking the tip of my tounge over her hooded clit. She brought her hips up, gasping at the suprise. I parted the folds of her lips with my tounge, tasting a sweet cream on her, and licked her from top to bottom several times. I sucked her button into my mouth, pulling it away from her, flicking wildly with my tounge. Back arched, she grabbed her breasts, gasping and breathing loudly. I let go, letting her clit slide out of my mouth slowly, then slid two, then three fingers inside her. I lay between her legs, my mouth over her pussy, moving my fingers in and around, spreading them wide, lapping her flowing juices. Her breathing began to stutter, her legs trembled, and I stopped, doing to her what she'd done to me. "No!" She cried. "Don't stop! Ohhh GOD! Don't stop now!" I waited. She reached for her pussy, and I pushed her hand away, and rubbed my wet fingers over her mons. "I'll make you come." I said. "And come, and come, and come." "Ohhhhhhh." I laid down and attacked her pussy, licking her in a crazed lust. Three fingers inside, stroking her, pumping her. My tounge lapped her sweet cream, spreading over her clit, her soft, bare mons, her thighs. My lips found her clit, throbbing and erect. I pressed them against her clit, keeping up the rhythm of its throbbing. She came. I felt her pussy contract around my fingers, her juice flowing like water into my hand. I buried my face in her wetness, licking up as much of her as I could. Her pussy contracted around my probing tounge, squeezing me out of her, denying me access. Thick white cream poured out of her, soaking my face and neck. She rolled from side to side, moaning and breathing hard. I caressed her thighs, gently kissing her mons and resting my head on her hip. Long minutes went by before her hands urged me to slid up to her face. "Ohhh, you're sooo good to me!" She purred. Then looking at me in the dim candlelight, she laughed "You're all wet!" "So're you!" I laughed back. She kissed me, tasting her own come, getting some on her face too. I took a finger, and wet it with her come from my chin, rubbing it on her nipples. The feel of her slick wetness against her nipples made her moan again, and I bent down, licking it off her areolae. "It's your turn to come now." She said softly. I told her that her pussy had taken a pounding this weekend, and we didn't want it sore tomorrow. I knelt in front of her, and she grabbed my cock, stroking gently. "Hmmmm." She said. "You want to come on my breasts?" "Ohhhh yes." I replied eagerly. "Why don't you jack me off onto your nice hard nipples?" "Ohmm. Feel your cock throb and pulse, shooting that hot sperm all over my nice soft tits? Is that what you want?" "Yessss." I sighed softly. "I'd love to feel you cock spurt." She hissed to me lustily. "Feel your cock swelling in my hand, spurting your thick come all over my tits." "Ohh yessss." "You want to come on my nipples?" "Yesss." "Shoot your hot come on my tits? See it dripping from my nipples?" "Ahhhhh yesss." "Watch me lick your cock after you come?" "Ohhhh" "Fuck my nipples and cooomme?" "Huhhhhh" She pressed the head of my cock against her nipple, her hand stroking me against it, the pre-cum making her nipple slippery. Her breast was soft and warm, and I watched it ripple as her hand jacked me against it. "C'mon sweetie, give me your come. Shoot your hot, thick come all over me. Shoot it all over my tits. Let me taste you!" I felt it starting when she started to tease me with her words, and now I came in a rush, feeling it surging forth, swelling my cock. "Yes, you're going to COME! COME! All over my tits!" My cock remembered the previously aborted orgasm and now I came with a vengance. Thick white sperm shot from my cock like a water from a hose, and running across her breasts. Again I gushed another stream against her right breast and nipple, thick and creamy. A short spurt landed in between her breasts, beginning to run down her chest. Another spurt, this time right on her left nipple as she pushed her breast against my cock. "Yes, yes baby! Come on my tits." She brought her mouth down, just in time for the last two rushes of sperm to land on her tounge. Her hand milked me into her mouth as I shook from the effects of my orgasm. I looked down and she was sucking me into her mouth, her tounge circling the head. I pulled my cock away, and kissed her fully and passionately, tasting some of my own salty come in her mouth. While we kissed, my hand rubbed my still warm come over her breasts, and down her chest. My hand, slick and wet, found it's way to her bare shaven mons and rubbed it there, making her slippery and wet. "Yes, Ohhh, yes!" she said as my fingers found her clit again. Turned on my her renewed horniness, I felt my freshly drained cock rise, trying to return to action. I knew I would not come, but I could please her one more time. I rolled her over and grabbed her ass from behind, bringing her up to me. I slid my cock inside her slick wet pussy, sliding deep. "Ooohhhaaaaa." She moaned as I slid into her. "Is this what you want now?" I hissed. "A nice hard...FUCK!?" "Ohhhh." I started to pump my cock into her, faster and faster. "Oh, you're sooo HORNY, soo HOT...so...so...CARNAL!" I shouted. I plunged into her, feeling her back onto my cock hard, slamming against me. Her cheeks rippled and her back arched against my thrusts. I reached around, my fingers rubbing her slick mons. "All this cum on you, on your tits, on your pussy and you're STILL horny!" "yes..." Her voice was small and trailed off. I rubbed my fingers on her clit, feeling her own juices running down onto my fingers. Her pussy started to contract, and I pulled the final string. "Maybe I'll pull out and shoot more come all over your clit!" She bucked against me hard, her breath short, her moans long and soft. I grabbed her hips, pulling her tightly against my cock, feeling it touch her cervix, buried as deep as I could go. I felt her come. She squeezed my cock and I flexed it back, pulsing like I too was coming. Squeeze. Flex. Squeeze. Flex. Squeeze. Flex Again. And Again. And Again. She shuddered and trembled before she lay down on her stomach, breathing heavily. I laid down on her, pulling her over onto her side, and wrapped my arms around her as she curled up. I kissed her neck and back, her hands caressing my arms. After a while, we felt the chill air intruding, and I pulled the cover of our bag over us, keeping us both warm. "G'nite m'lady" I said softly. "Hmmmmmmm." she purred back. We drifted off to sleep, happy and content once again. As I drifted off, I wondered again if it was only reflections I saw in her beautiful grey eyes. Morning found us, warm and cuddled in our tent. Still naked, I went out first, testing the air and looking for any stray eyes. We dressed in easy clothes, and I fixed breakfast while she stood and watched the sun rise up over the moutains. We broke camp early, hiking back to the cabin, holding hands like teenagers, smiling and watching the wildlife along side the trails we used. Back at the cabin, we stowed away the camp gear, and washed our clothes. Naked we cuddled in front of the glass, letting the sun stream through, warming us all over. Sipping coffee we talked about our chances of meeting, of being able to share this much time, unplanned. Something had moved us together. We both felt grateful. The washer buzzed rudely, and we moved the clothes to the dryer. Then we took a shower together. The hot water cascaded down her beautiful breasts, her nipples soft and tender. I washed her back, using my hand to touch her, feel her against me. I soaped her behind, running my hand down between her cheeks. She arched her back and I gave her a playful slap for being such a "naughty" girl. She washed my back, repeating the same movement down my behind, slapping me for the being a "naughty" boy. We both laughed. After she rinsed me, I soaped her breasts and chest, kissing her at the same time. I moved back and washed her stomach, moving my hands down to her mons. The slick soap reminded us of the night before, and her legs parted slightly, her eyes closing. I rubbed soap down her thighs, kneeling to wash her calves. I looked up and her eyes were closed, enjoying my attentions to her. I turned her into the water, rinsing her from behind. My hands rubbed the clean warm water over her, cupping her breasts, caressing her stomach. My hands slid down to her mons, rinsing the soap from her, and feeling her lean back against me. I let my fingers linger, perhaps too long, and when she turned and looked at me, I swore that flames danced in her grey eyes. She dropped to her knees, and swallowed my wet, semi-hard shaft, taking me deep into her mouth. I moaned. Her mouth brought me fully hard in short moments, working around me with her tounge. I pulled her up, her eyes were shining, glittering with a carnal urge I knew all too well. We kissed, our lust once again riding high. I pulled back and turned her against the wall, out of the stream of water. Her palms against the wall, she arched her back, thrusting her pussy towards me. I slipped into her easily, finding her hot and wet with anticipation. We fucked in a wild abandon, neither of us caring nor wanting the tender moments now. Hands on her hips, I pulled her against my pounding ramrod, thrusting up inside her. She backed against me, her hips moving on their own. Two bodies, lost in their lusts, their desires, in the shower, moved with a rhythm ages old. I reached up, cupping her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her moans in the small confines of the shower seemed like shouts, animalistic, carnal. I could feel my cock swelling, the rush of semen as it fought it's way out. Her pussy contracted hard, bearing down against my cock. When she released, my hips moved in a massive thrust, lifting her up on her toes, my come shooting up inside her steaming hot cunt. Her fingernails raked against the tiles, her pussy clenched and pulsed against my cock. We both moaned. Each time her greedy pussy gripped me, more come spurted inside her, until finally, I was spent. I held her tight, my arms around her, not wanting to let her go. We stood under the deliciously warm water, embracing and kissing each other for a long time. Finally, we finished our shower, taking turns drying each other off. Before she dressed, I placed a tender, delicate kiss on her bare mons, before kissing her on the lips. We returned and picked up her luggage and rental car where she'd left them at my place. I gave her my phone number, hoping she'd use it, and I followed her to the airport. Waiting for her evening flight, we had an early dinner, and talked about us. "I-I'm worried about something." She stammered, not knowing how to ask. "What?" I said, holding her hand across the table. "Well, I..." She looked frightened, lost. I wanted to go to her and put my arms around her, protecting her. But I felt it was me she was afraid of. "I'm afraid..." Her voice trailed off. I waited for her to go on. "I-I thought...I thought it'd be safe, writing on the board, with no way someone could...could find me. And now you..." I smiled and reached across, lifting her chin so her eyes met mine. "I'd never -- ever -- hurt you." I said softly, squeezing her hand. "You're too special to me. Much too rare of a gift." She smiled, but it faded too quickly for me. I squeezed her hand again, and she looked back up at me. "What we shared was special. It may never be that way again." I said. "If we ever meet again, the first thing I'm going to do is to hug you close and kiss you. That may be all we ever get after this weekend." She smiled and squeezed my hand, her eyes looking deeply into mine, trying to see if I really meant that. "Oh my sweet dream", I thought, "who has hurt you so badly?" We walked arm in arm to the departure gate, watching her plane taxi up and discharge its passengers. I reached into my pocket, and pressed something into her hand. The curious stone she'd found at our mountain camp. "Keep this," I said. "If you feel lonely, pick it up and remember me." We kissed a final farewell, holding each other tightly, not wanting to let go of each other. As they called for passengers to her flight, I caressed her cheek one last time, staring into those dary grey eyes. We kissed each other softly and briefly on the lips, and I walked her to the door, giving her a final hug as she walked out of my life, perhaps forever. I watched the plane roll away, and I remained at the window watching as the pilot rotated the nose, and climbed into the sky. I watched until the 727 disappeared, and walked quietly down the hall. Halfway to the lobby, I remembered I'd forgotten to ask her. Forgotten to ask her about those dancing flames in her eyes. -- Sweet dreams -- P.B.