August 30, 2015 Sunday
Date: Sun, Aug 30, 2015 12:24 AM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Subject: The Storm
The Storm
He made it inside just as the first thunder clap sounded. BANG! It started to pour as he walked past the living room windows. Wow. That was close. He loved thunderstorms! He was very tempted to stand outside to watch the storm. Maybe even dance in the downpour. But there was something more important he had to do.
He knew where to find her. He shed his clothes as he made his way to the bedroom and sure enough, there was this lump the size of a person under the blanket. He rubbed where he thought a leg might be, and a slight whimper filtered out through the covers. There was a crash of lightning and another big boom, and she shrieked.
“It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here,” he said calmly, trying to be soothing. He crawled into the bed next to her. She clung to him and wrapped herself around him, burying her head in his chest, trembling. He couldn’t believe she was still such a wuss about thunderstorms. She was so brave about almost everything else.
But he knew how to distract her. He put his hands on her back and rubbed gently. He explored up and then down, surprised that she was naked. He pressed her ass so that she fit tightly against him. She moaned sweetly when she felt him hard against the top of her leg. She shifted her head up and grabbed his head with her hands, kissing him frantically. He slowed her down a bit, pressing his tongue into her mouth at a leisurely pace and making more soothing noises.
“We have plenty of time…” he pointed out, squeezing her breast and teasing the nipple.
“Fuck me,” she whispered fiercely. It sent a shock wave through him. He loved it when she talked dirty to him. Everyone else saw her as an ultra-polite, demure lady. Only he knew about the wild girl inside. She was turning the intense fear into another emotion, putting it to good use. Smart girl.
“Yes, ma’am…” he chuckled. He hugged her, pondering which position would be best.
“Fuck me now,” she urged him. She wasn’t going to let him go slow today. She flattened him onto the bed, straddled him and pressed him close, shifting her hips to rub him against her. He could feel her dripping already. It made him a little crazy. He shifted slightly and she took him inside her and began to move. Up and down she went. He put a hand on her hip and one on her breast, twisting, teasing…
He knew her inside and out, as much as any person can know another. But it never stopped surprising him how tight and hot she was, how he fit inside her like a sculptor had made him to be there and made her to make him feel so incredible every single time. When he first touched her as a green boy, he realized that she was different. He had felt an emotional connection for ages, but when they finally kissed, he felt a physical connection to her that he never felt again in his life. Special, comfortable, exciting… and at times, inflammatory. Chemistry. That had never changed. He thought he would get tired of her, stop thinking about her, stop wanting her… but it never happened. Sometimes it drove him crazy, when he couldn’t get to her. When he could and he couldn’t get inside her fast enough. But it was the best kind of crazy… it made him feel alive. Kept him young. Made them both happier than anything or anyone else. And the most amazing thing was that she felt the same way. He marveled over that every day.
She stopped moving… sensing that his mind had drifted. He snapped back to her body and what she was doing, putting a finger at the top of her slit and flicking her most sensitive spot. She sighed in pleasure and started moving again, rising up, arching her back and driving down on him again, shoving him so deep inside…. and then out again. Her tits looked amazing when she did that! It was the sweetest form of torture… so hot, so wet, so…. hmmmm.. he could not think when she was like this. He could feel… oh, man could he feel! Every nerve in his body was on fire. And he craved the heat. She kept turning up the temperature… taking him closer and closer… and then stopping. She was panting. She leaned over and kissed him again, sucking his tongue, twisting her hips… damn. He felt the magic start. He wasn’t going to last long if she kept this up… it was as if every muscle inside her was trying to squeeze him, milk him… whoa, baby. What a woman…he thought she was going to make him peak. But when he thought he couldn’t take it another moment, she stopped, flipping over onto her back on the bed.
She lay there breathing loudly. He tried to figure out what she was up to. She turned to him and kissed him, wrapping herself around him on her side. She stroked him, then put her hand lower, caressing his balls, pressing the spots she knew would send him soaring. His breath grew ragged.. what would she do next?
She pressed a finger inside his ass. Oh, wow… she was really trying to push all his buttons this time! His hips rocketed off the bed. She pumped in and out, whispering in his ear. “You like it when I fuck you, don’t you, fella? Like it when I give your ass the love, eh?” she said, making a little sucking sound. He moaned. She knew just what to do. She moved down his body, putting her mouth where her hand had been, licking his cock and sucking it deep into her mouth, then kissing his balls and sucking them and finally sticking her tongue in his ass! He moaned and trembled. She could be such a vixen!
That was it. He rolled over, pulled her legs up to his shoulders, and dove back inside her, pumping, deep, long strokes while she moaned and then screamed, her head thrashing from side to side. He watched her shake, felt her hips crashing up against him. She opened her eyes and the look… the look nearly made him explode. So many words popped into his head… lust, passion, fire… love. No one loved him like she did. Her mind, her body… it all went together to make him know… mmmm….
There was another big thunderclap and she jumped. He went wild on her, his hips thrusting in and out, hearing the slap of his balls on her skin and her moans… he let go, let his body take over, let the pulsing inside her trigger the flow…. he filled her, shooting over and over inside her, grunting and moaning and… exploding. He collapsed beside her, feeling his heart beat, listening to her breathing… smiling. He did love thunderstorms! And her…
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Date: Sun, Aug 30, 2015 9:44 AM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: The Storm
Sassy,
Wow, I’m at a loss for words. I admire your boldness in both writing this and sharing it with me. It seems to me you have always had this need for a creative writing output. I feel like we might have similar stories. Our dreams, fantasies and imaginations have taken us beyond our rather mundane and settled lives. Perhaps not just in the bedroom, but beyond as well.
You and I may have to be very careful on the journey ahead. I don’t want to create false expectations, but I can see the possibilities and they abound with ecstasy. We’ve both agreed that we don’t want our envisioned upcoming indulgences to disrupt our settled lives, so we’ll have to agree to supporting each other in holding back enough to prevent that from happening. The flip side to this is the anticipation we will generate, between our encounters will be truly magical. Something I’m very sure we will cherish always.
That’s just kind of what I feel right now. Perhaps I will, like you, put it into a story.
It took me quite some time to pen the above words. I did not write them lightly. My body is shaking as I type, much like another part of me is aroused when I read your emails. I’m really not sure I understand how I feel. However, I am more sure than ever that we must meet and together start to figure it out. I’m pretty sure that if we just kept emailing and never met, together we could write perhaps the best erotic novel ever written. But I don’t want that, I want to look into your eyes, give you a hug and live the dream.
Today I will be out in the yard, doing the most boring of tasks, but you, and you alone will know where my mind will be. 😉
…with each tremble of the thigh, her legs parted ever so slightly, both an invitation and a resignation to needs welling up within her…
brett
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Date: Sun, Aug 30, 2015 5:17 PM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Re: The Storm
Hiya Brett!
How was your yard work? Beautiful day for it! Hope thoughts of me made it less boring.
My goodness… I’m taken aback with what my little story about being afraid of thunderstorms wrought!
Thank you for sharing how you feel even as you puzzle over it. Interesting how you balance the exhilaration and caution. Lovely that you are reveling in possibilities! My instinct is to tell you not to get too far ahead but I won’t rain on your parade. I can be quite intoxicating while I am “still perfect” as mostly a creation of your imagination. And who knows? We may be quite magic. Most of our time will be spent apart, so if we can excite each other in print, that will make the times together spectacular!
Trembling is so good. I have seen it in a certain kind of video and felt it myself… such a sign of wonders to come. As you write about your work between my thighs, I imagine your limbs and what fun we could have when I put my hot mouth and talented hands on your skin.
-S
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Date: Sun, Aug 30, 2015 10:11 PM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: The Storm
Sassy,
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh. Maybe I’m getting a little carried away but you and your wonderful stories are doing nothing to keep me grounded. Please allow me that little indulgence.
A very busy day for sure but I managed to hit a few balls at the driving range
Hopefully your day was as good.
I’m heading to bed on the early side tonight so good night. I look forward to your email tomorrow.
…he paused….
brett
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Date: Sun, Aug 30, 2015 10:11 PM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: The Storm
Sassy,
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh. Maybe I’m getting a little carried away but you and your wonderful stories are doing nothing to keep me grounded. Please allow me that little indulgence.
A very busy day for sure but I managed to hit a few balls at the driving range
Hopefully your day was as good.
I’m heading to bed on the early side tonight so good night. I look forward to your email tomorrow.
…he paused….
brett
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Date: Sun, Aug 30, 2015 10:58 PM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Re: The Storm
Hiya Brett,
Oh don’t worry… this is all about indulging. 🙂
Glad to hear you were productive and got outside for a bit. I had a quiet day, working at my desk on Mom’s finances. Hubby and I had an exciting drive to KFC/Taco Bell to pick up dinner. Heh.
I will look at my calendar when I get to work and see when we can find time to meet.
Since you are liking my stories, I will send another. Hope it helps start your week off well.
-S