The Lake
We emerge from the woods into an opening, probably looking
conspicuous and most certainly guilty. Having walked now for awhile in silence
we are ready again to rest. Hand in hand, we continue along the path – you with
the guitar strapped over your right shoulder and me carrying the cooler in my
left hand. I can only guess that you feel as I do – like a teenager on a first
date, ready to explore, to discover with a fresh view, unencumbered by what we
really know – time finally for a vacation from such knowledge. We have
wordlessly agreed to leave the apples in Eden, where they belong.
The lake,
broad and blue, is on our right as we continue down the path through the large
meadow that merges seamlessly into the rocks at the water’s edge. Things are
getting quiet as the sun descends over the farther peaks, still painting the
trees and grass on this side a darkening gold – my favorite time of the day. We
are not alone, as a few people are finishing their picnics and strolling past
in both directions. We find a quiet spot not far from the path, a few feet down
the slope towards the lake. We flop down and as you remove the guitar from your
shoulder, I put down the cooler and ease out of my backpack. Unzipping it, I
take out an old and faded quilt, stored and maybe even made for such an
occasion. I spread it out with care, to full size, evening out the corners.
Then you speak for the first time in several minutes. “Richard, it’s already
perfect – just chill, okay?” You have wasted no time in getting comfortable and
sitting down, smiling at me with your dancing grey eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” I
respond, in an uncontrollable smile, as I lie down next to you on my stomach,
gazing at the himmering lake.
I reach over and flip open the
cooler, pulling out a bottle of Chablis. In a seamless motion, as if rehearsed
for a lifetime, I pull out two plastic cups and a corkscrew, open the bottle,
and pour. The sun shoots its infinite colors through the wine as I hand you
yours and say, “Prost, skol, a votre santé, drink up, honey.” You smile and
nod, a tiny tear escaping from the corner of your eye. “I love you, Richard.” A
hand gently stroking your dark hair – “I love you, too, Monica,” as we sip our
wine.
You reach
for the guitar and swing the strap over your head and onto your shoulder.
“Wanna sing?” you ask. “Am I allowed, “ I grin. “You had damn well better,” you
respond, “harmony isn’t a chore, silly.” And your strum hard and break into:
All of my
love, all of my kissing
You don’t
know what you’ve been a’missing
Oh boy,
when you’re with me, oh boy …
a At first I
sing along with the chorus and then, at your prodding, with the whole song.
“You know, Richard,” you have a good voice and it’s finally time to let it
really sin.” We proceed through hey hey
heys and Buddy Holly, and just sing one song after another. Bells on a hill,
painting palettes, watching as tears go by, long and winding roads – nothing is
safe. We notice that people have stopped on the path just above us, watching
and listening. They smile, not just because of the singing, but because of how
obviously in love we are.
As the sun
begins to slant horizontal across the water, we find ourselves alone. I have
reached the end of my talent and you continue playing and singing deliciously
to me of love. At the end of the song, I reach over and delicately stroke your
face. You close your eyes and smile, putting your guitar down beside you. The
western sky is a deep orange now, the sun a half circle behind the mountains. I
lean over and press my lips to yours, feeling your tongue slowly licking my
upper lip. I roll over and pull you to me, as you lift one leg over mine and I
feel the touch of your silky skin against mine.
We begin to
kiss harder, exploring each others’ mouths, as I stroke your hair and your
face. I move my mouth now to the spot just below your ear, kissing and licking.
The sound of the first crickets and gulls give way to “oh … Richard.” You sit
up now, my mouth still on your ear. You reach behind you, pull your tee shirt
over your head and throw it aside, revealing your firm breasts and the already
hard nipples that I have admired all afternoon. I lean down and take your left
nipple gently between my lips. As I press my tongue to it, you let out an
involuntary moan and without realizing it, your hand moves to your other
breast, your thumb and index finger unconsciously kneading the other nipple. My
tongue plays around the other nipple, feeling it harden. Suddenly, you open
your eyes and reach over to me, tugging at my shirt. “Take it off, lover, and
press yourself to me.” I sit up as you roll my shirt over my head and then pull
me onto you. I feel the hard points of your firm nipples press into my chest,
as our lips meet again, pressing hard together. We thrust our tongues deep,
exploring each others’ mouths as our upper bodies tighten in a long-sought
embrace.
I feel you
kicking off your sandals as your fingers caress my hair and cheek. I have been
trying hard not to think, but cannot help it, as the thought comes to me that
this was always meant to be. My hand moves down to your breast now, lovingly
gripping and cupping it. My touch proceeds along your side alternately tapping
and caressing up and down, playing a soft concerto on your body. Stroking your
thigh now below your shorts, feeling you as you begin to tingle with my touch.
I lovingly caress your leg as we remain in a passionate and soul- redeeming
kiss.
But now we
are impatient and I feel your back arch and your whole body get tense. I sit up
and stare into your beautiful eyes, a perfect frame for your unceasing smile.
“Richard,” you say, “take me – now.” I kiss you behind one knee, letting my
tongue rest there, licking slowly, teasingly – and then I move to the other
knee. My hands are on your breasts, fondling and gently squeezing your nipples,
keeping them erect and excited. Soft kisses move slowly now up one thigh …. and
then the other, in a perfect, well-oiled symmetry. I kiss and lick up the
bottom of your shorts, and let my tongue slide below them, again on bother of
your thighs. I feel your body stiffen in anticipation as I slowly move my hands
from your breasts, down to your stomach, to the top of your shorts. Slowly … I
slide each thumb around the top and slowly ease them down. You lift your ass
from the quilt as a I slowly and deliciously tease the shorts away from your
hips. Your breathing is heavy now, with a barely audible, “yes, Richard.” As
the shorts ease down your thighs, I notice that you have not worn panties. As I
pull the shorts down to your knees, you kick them off impatiently. “Oh, god,
Richard,” I hear, as you seem to crave the very sound of my name. “Now you,
lover,” as you push your hands to my shorts. I unzip them as your hands push
them down. I wiggle out of them,
We lie back
down together naked on the quilt as the last line of sun traces the tops of the
far mountains. The gentle sound of the waves on the rocks comes to us in the
fresh evening air, a slight breeze cooling us on a summer evening. A few birds
harmonize with the steady soft crash of the water. Your arms go around my
shoulders and you pull yourself to me, your breasts pressed delicately to my
chest. You press your lips to mine in a lingering, yet tender kiss. We are alone
in all the world …
Slowly you
reach your hand between us and slip your fingers onto my hard shaft. Your touch
is so soft that I can barely feel you, but still I shudder from the warmth of
your caress. Now you pull away from me and roll me onto my back, your hand
still holding my dick. Though the sun has escaped, I can see your face clearly
under the light of the moon and the stars, painting a smile. I am looking
deeply into your eyes as I feel your touch at the very tip of me. Then I see an
almost impish grin as you draw a finger to your mouth, licking the end of it. “mmmmmmmm,”
you intone, “You taste absolutely delicious, Richard. For me?” Your chuckle
invites me to join in. “All for you, lover,” I reply, “all for you!”
“Then it is
your turn,” you say. You run your
hands across my chest, to my chin, my cheek, my forehead. “Lie still, darling –
I am the only person you will ever need,” as you kneel next to me. I reach my
hand between your legs and feel them move apart slightly, giving me easy access
to you. As I had hoped, you are still wet from cumming to my tongue. Starting
at the bottom of your slit, I run one finger slowly, almost agonizingly slowly,
along your warm pussy. When my finger reaches the top it lingers for just a moment
on your clit, giving it a loving push as I feel you cum slightly on my finger.
I raise it to your mouth, and your lips part to gladly receive this gift from
yourself. You moan as you lick your juice from my finger. This excites me and I
feel my cock stiffen even more. “Do you like that?” I ask, “do you like the
taste of you, Monica?” You pull your mouth away from my finger in a long,
drawn-out motion and answer with a heavy breath< “Yes!” “Good,” I say, “we
shall see to it that you get to sample some other pussy.”
“Ohhhhhh,
Richard,” you moan. “Yes, yes, let’s please
do that. But for now, I want only you.” You push my legs apart and smile
knowingly at me as I continue lying flat on my back, my hardness piercing the
night like a pinnacle. Then teasingly uou lower your face to my already
throbbing cock. The first thing I feel is your hair falling to my thighs,
tickling them with anticipation. Even at that slight touch, I squirm and you
let out a giggle – “You like?” Already I can only answer, “uh huh.”
Your warm
breath is closing on the wet hood of my shaft as your hand gently cups my
balls. “Richard, you have no idea how much I am going to enjoy this!” I find my
own voice for just a moment, enough to say, “uh … I think tht I might like it,
too.” Then silence, as the very tip of your tongue, still wet from your own
cum, finds the slit in the head of my cock, licking upward and taking the first
crystal drop of my cum. I shudder with the touch as you grip my balls more
firmly.
Slowly, I
feel myself entering your mouth as your tongue slides down the bottom of my
shaft. While one hand continues fondling and caressing my sack, the other moves
to the base of my dick, squeezing it between your thumb and forefinger. My hand
reaches up and caresses your breasts, my entire palm on one and then the other,
softly squeezing in cadence to your touch on my balls. I feel every sensation
as if magnified, as your mouth engulfs me and your tongue on my cock reaches
your fingers at the base. I remember our pact to watch each other as we make
love, staring into your eyes in the moonlight and catching your gaze. Your eues
are smiling, dancing, teasing, as you as you pull your mouth back up the shaft,
wet nbot with your saliva and my cum.
As my one
hand continues fondling your breasts, concentrating my fingers now on your hard
nipples, my free hand moves back to your pussy. As you kneel over me, you
spread your legs and offer yourself to me. My whole hand cups your wet mound at
first, which makes you quiver and momentarily lose your grip on my cock. With
the rest of my hand still covering your labia, I slip my middle finger into
your slit, slowly thrusting in and moving it up and down. Simultaneously, you
glide your mouth back down the whole length of my shaft as your fingers tighten
their grip at the base, casuing my throbbing cock to hit the roof of your
mouth.
As I
increase the pace of my hands on your nipples and your pussy, you slide your
warm mouth faster and faster up and down my cock. You seem almost feverish as
you take your mouth away just long enough to say, “Fuck my mouth, Richard.”
With this, my finger thrusts even deeper into your wet cunt as I can feel both
of our bodies tensing in unison. You are sucking me very hard now, moving your
delicious mouth from hood to base of my throbbing cock more quickly. This is
matched by the thrusting of my finger into your hot, wet pussy.
My whole
body stiffens and I moan, “I am going to cum, Monica.” Even while you suck, I
can hear a faint “mmmmmmmmm” escape from your lips. Suddenly I feel the warm
rush of your pussy juice sheathing my finger and soaking my hand. Almost at the
same time, I explode with a hard stream of hot cum into your mouth. You pull
your mouth back a tiny bit, but then shove it even harder onto myc cock, not
wanting to miss a single drop of the thick white cum. I remove my finger from
your cunt and suck it hard into my mouth, breathing very heavily now. You pull
your mouth up my slippery wet cock and delicately kiss and lick the head, your
mouth full now of my hot liquid. You smile broadly at me, with a drop of my cum
visible at one corner of your mouth. I remove my finger from my mouth. You fall
down beside me, exhausted again from our efforts. You again press your mouth to
mine, wordlessly. You open your lips and offer me a taste of myself on your
lips and tongue, as you can faintly taste your own cum on my tongue.
“Richard,”
you say, “I simply love you.”
I smile, “as
much as I love you …”
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