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Howdy Folks.
Seen the thread erotic stories and reminded me, been a while since I wrote one for in here.
So, had a rare day and decided I would write one for you.

Hope you enjoy..........and don't fall asleep, it is a little long.

I sit at the table and look out the window into the misty morning. The smell of the coffee slowly making its way into the brain, gently nudging me awake. It has been a long haul. Several weeks of chaotic work, stamping out fires daily. It has taken it’s toll but now……….now is a time to relax, several much deserved days off. Time to………reacquaint myself with those around me. The ones that really matter most.

I am distracted by a sound coming from the hallway, the one that connects the kitchen to the bedroom and a smile slowly forms. I know I will soon be treated to a most wonderful sight. And then she appears, hair still awry from her pillow, eyes slightly open? Closed? Doing her absent-minded shuffle towards the smell of coffee.

I have already poured her a cup and have it topped with her favorite caramel creamer. She sees it and returns my smile; she knows I still care.

Sitting down beside me, not a word is spoken, both of us lost in our morning thoughts. But we can feel the closeness, aware of the other persons body next to ours and we are content to wake up this way.

After a while, she breaks the silence, “Good Morning Stranger”. It has been weeks since we had a chance to have our morning ritual. “What are your thoughts for the day”? “Do you just want to lay around the house and vegetate, relax”? I think to myself, that is what I really want to do, how does she know? Then I look over at her, into her eyes and see something else there, different plans. I knew automatically that this is going to be one of our special days. It is going to be a flip day.

You see, we live in a unique place, just a short drive in different directions takes us to two totally different sceneries. One way takes us to the beach, the other, the mountains. So, when we can, we have flip days. We flip a coin and head off in that direction, heads the beach, tails the mountains. Wonder what it will be, guess it does not really matter, either way I win, she will be with me. I am brought back to reality by the sound of a coin hitting the counter and we are heading to the mountains.

With that decision made, we finish the last crumbs of toast and down the coffee, heading off in our own directions. We have done this so many times before, it is choreographed down to the last detail who does what.

In less than an hr we are all cleaned up, packed and heading out the door into the cool misty morning air. The coastal fog is thick in places, causing us to slow down but it works to slow our minds down too. We are anxious, very anxious to once more find our little spot in the mountains. We need to slow down or else we will never win this race. It would all be over too quickly.

Happened before, letting our anxiousness get in the way, having to pull off onto an abandoned logging road and in the misty fog, relieve the anxiety.
But today, today will be a day we will deny ourselves that pleasure, that thrill of being caught and let the passion build more.

There is a coolness in the air and it permeates the truck, she slides over close to me forgetting we do have a working heater. I am so glad we opted for the bench seats. It has been a long time since having someone so close as I drive. She leans her head over onto my shoulder and we listen to the radio and stare into the mist. Quiet, calm, and yet………. something underlying happening. You can just feel it. She rests her hand on my thigh and it has become a little more apparent what that underlying feeling was.

Passion. That most wonderful feeling. Passion. The feeling that drives people to their limits. It is not biological, like lust. Lust is just an overwhelming feeling of biology, an itch that needs scratched. Passion is a deeper emotion, it is fueled by love, commitment, caring more for the other than oneself. When you have passion, you find you have the strength to accomplish anything. You have a drive, a desire to pleasure the other and when two people have that, the desire to give to the other more than what is received, that is the ultimate.

As we drive on, higher in elevation the mist is thinning, the sun is peeking through and the quiet contemplation fades. There is a new hope and excitement for we know what awaits us up in these mountains.

Finally, we arrived at the turn off and continue the journey on a small trail-like road full of ruts and potholes. The cab is jumping around and each time we are thrown together we giggle and laugh. The mood has become playful. We can already feel the surge of energy.

Soon, we find our spot. Pulling over into the small clearing I turn off the ignition and look at her. She smiles and the first of many passionate kisses begin.

Ever so mindful of not allowing anxiousness to cloud our day, she pulls away and we exit and stretch the legs. Picking up the hiking backpack with our supplies for the day I feel something odd as I put it on. But she quickly grabs my hand and without another thought, we head off to the trail.

Walking hand in hand through a vanishing mist the humidity still lingers. There is a hushness as we talk only in soft murmurs so we can hear the birds high up in the trees. Every so often we pass by a place where a tree has fallen and notice the sun has burned off the fog.

Up, up, we climb, the trail isn’t steep, but the effort and lingering humidity has brought a slight wetness to the shirts on our backs. Finally, we have reached our destination. We have come to a clearing on the side of the mountain. It is a field of high grass and wildflowers. The scent of which is overpowering. It fills the nostrils with a sweetness only known in nature, an earthy sweetness which reminds you of another type of earthy sweet smell.

Walking through the high grass gives the feeling of an explorer, discovering new lands, well, later we will ourselves be exploring, not new, uncharted territory, but the comforting, familiar ones. Ones we know, we love, and ones we know how to manipulate.

We arrive in the spot and tramp down the grass a little and rush to pull out the blanket. The blanket that has borne witness to many of these outings. I wonder why she was so much in a hurry to get into the backpack before me. While I spread out the blanket, she rummages through the bag and pulls out the essentials for the day.

I walk away to gather a little firewood for later this evening. When I return before me lays a spread, a virtual feast, wine, cheese, nuts, fruits, and most of all, her. She is stretched out in all her finest form and her smile melted me, just like the first time I seen it. She giggles at the way I am looking at her, it is as if I had never seen a lady dressed like that.

You see, she had hidden some clothes in the backpack, different ones, ones that……. really aren’t something you would think someone would wear out here. Instead of the flannels and jeans she had before, she is wearing a white bustier and stockings. Her blonde hair was flowing over her shoulders and dancing in the slight breeze and her face had a youthful, radiant effect that would make the sun hide his in shame.

She motions me over to sit by her and I almost fall over my feet to comply. She hands me a drink and some fruit. I look at her and once more, the passion overtakes me, and the kiss starts once again. This time a little harder, a little more forceful, letting her know the effect she has on me. Not only her beauty, but the appreciation of her understanding what I want. Her.

She breaks off the kiss and with a tisk, tisk, she giggles and says you need some energy first, and hands over some cheese too. Oh, she has gone into her evil mood. She knows how to play it, how to get me going, how to set images in my mind. How to drive me crazy with passion for her.

We slow down a bit, consuming energy, sipping courage, and engaging in mindless chit chat. All those things that on a warm summer day, high in the hills on a clearing in the sun, surrounded by tall grass give you a feeling of closeness that can’t be rivaled.

The breeze is blowing in the grass and the birds flying overhead provide the soundtrack of nature. And then it is time nature took over.

There was a pause in the conversation, not really knowing who dropped the conversation but it didn’t matter. We both look at one another and see in the eyes the passion that is no longer content to being buried deep down inside. It is fast rising to the surface, like bubbles from a depth charge going off in the ocean it is rising strong and fast to the surface.

We grab each other, clinging tightly, holding on as if a hurricane were trying to tear us apart and then kiss deeply. First, just with mouths opened to swallow the other, then as those bubbles of passion rise, deeper, stronger, tongues intertwining, dancing like two snakes.
Hands explore. I’m feeling her face, softly caressing her cheeks, running them up and down her neck, feeling first the shoulders and then the hairline, back and forth, back and forth. Stopping only to hold her head tighter for a stronger, more forceful kiss. To show her the passion she is causing inside me.

We break for a sec, I brush the wisp of hair from her eyes and am greeted by a smile, and so is she. Then we embrace once more, this time my hands are exploring more and more of her body. They alternately hold and caress her. Exploring the outline of material that covers her body.

And then the kisses move from the mouth to other areas of her body. I had turned her around, so she is backed up against me and I can now start on that spot that draws out the passion in her. I nuzzle her neck, up and down. First with my mouth, then the day-old growth of my beard. Changing constantly, rough, smooth, soft, hard. The effect is priceless, and I not only hear but feel her breathing increase. Soft moans have escaped her lips and I am happy.

But abruptly it ends! She wiggles away. Having regained her composure she has that impish look saying that she is going to return the favor. She approaches me with a whisper about my clothes must be getting in the way of a nice tan. And she proceeds to relieve me of my constraints. Once she is satisfied of my comfort, she in turns makes herself a little more comfortable.

Before me now is a true vison, a beauty unmatched on this earth. And her smile is doing it to me once more. But this time the effect of melting my heart has caused other things to happen. Like the melting snow causes a wild rise in streams and rivers, my melting heart has given rise to other parts of my body.

She likes this effect she has on me I guess. She has grasp the situation firmly in her hands and slowly is working to show her appreciation. I am lost in a flood of feelings, not only the obvious, but my mind is now running rampant trying to figure a way to reciprocate. But she has other plans, perhaps the cheese wasn’t enough, I’m thinking she is still hungry.

The sounds of a traveler that hasn’t had a good meal in weeks fills my ears. The feelings emulating from below fills my brain. Both flooding the senses until the point that I am about to……………..she backs off, she knows, she just knows the precise moment to do that to keep the passion alive and glowing red hot.

She rolls onto her back and stretches, her signal to me it is her turn and I gladly oblige. Once more, starting at her lovely face showered by the sun, I move in, touching, kissing my way across her forehead, down her cheek, then further down her neck.

Unlike before, I don’t linger there, I continue down, further and further. Oh, not fast, rather slow, lingering at all the spots that elicit a sigh. For each sigh from her lips are building and over the years, I know a thing or two about her and her body. Each sigh should grow in strength, in intensity.

I soon find myself being offered a wonderful delight, once again, the smell I was speaking of earlier. Natures sweet earthy smell. I soak it in, savor it and am treated with a little of the dew that accompanies the scent. I greedily partake in the meal being offered, being thrusted up towards my face. One of the most delicious meals a man can ever have.
I dine for a while until I notice those signs. The ones that mean it is time, time for the bubbles of passion to finally break the surface and escape into the sky.

I wonder what form it will be today, will I be the one on top, or will it be her. It is never a struggle, a fight for that position, it is one of give and take, depending on the mood of the other. Each happy to relinquish control to the other. To allow them their pleasure and in return, deriving ours.

She rises and slowly nudges me onto my back and settles herself on me. I look into her smiling face and see her wanting to take control, express how much she appreciates the hard work I do to provide for her.

Rocking slowly, she causes the sensations to rise in me. Each time I try to thrust back to help, she pushes down harder with her body, grinding more, keeping me immobile. She wants to control it. Both her pleasure and mine.

With each rocking motion her smile gets bigger. Me, well not sure how she does it but with each rocking motion parts of me get bigger. She is working harder now, back and forth, riding me like a pony on a gentle trot.

I look up and through the sunlight blinding my eyes, I see her face, eyes closed, concentrating, but she is leaning closer to me, and I know what that means. I reach out and start caressing her full breasts, keeping them from slapping against her body and she increases her rocking. I then rise up and kiss them also. First taking as much as I can into my mouth, and then slowly letting it all out until just her nipples are left between my lips.
This is causing the desired effect. Moans are escaping her lips along with the gulps of air. I can feel the slight sweat of effort and sun forming on her back, and more so, he body rising ever so slightly away from me. That is her cue.

Ever so slightly she rises up some to allow me to take over. I gladly reciprocate and start thrusting upwards towards her heaven. She holds still for a minute, allowing me to do the work and then………….

She falls hard back onto me, groans, whimpers, sighs, screams, and curses ring out as she grinds hard, almost unbearably hard onto my pelvis. Her body has come alive, convulsing, shuttering. And with that, it starts the volcano in me. Just like Mt St Helens, I explode and spew forth a river of hot lava.

Just like a wild electrical storm, lightning flashes, loud thunderous noise, sweet sweat like rain it is violent, not destructive, but in fury. Then……………………..

Calm, peace, serenity. We look at one another, smile. Not a smile of giddiness, but a smile of compassion, feeling, sharing. We linger there under the sun in that grassy field. Dozing, dreaming until dusk. I prepare a fire to ward off the coolness of the evening. We sit, staring at the fire, wrapped in our blanket, not wanting to make the hike back to the truck and civilization.

We just sit there, softly talking and making plans to later moon the moon.

Soz I aint reading that my concentrationspan aint long enough 😬 I will ask chance to read it out loud😊

be easier to just ban him for flooding the forums lolol

lol ohh come in you can whisper it in my ear😜

Thank god that flip meant the coin, I was worried when I thought it was a switch day...and then when she had hidden something special for you...I was worried you were gonna get pegged!

Lol...