Boyd Miller

Snow and Fire

He couldn’t sleep. Her image kept returning to him as he lay next to his wife who was sleeping contently.  They had run into each other frequently during the day on the ski slopes, at lunch, and again at dinner. He could not keep his eyes off of her as she frequently glanced at him, flirting openly. His wife, and the woman’s male companion, was oblivious to the eye contact and secret smiles reflecting their mutual attraction. “Damn”, he thought to himself as he silently got out of bed. I wonder what this is all about”. He was happily married, at least he thought so, and yet this diminutive dark haired woman with the bright smile had his heart beating as it had not in many years. He walked to the window overlooking the snowy resort landscape, lit romantically in the gently falling snow. Several hundred yards away he noticed the steam rising from the outdoor hot tubs next to the workout rooms and indoor pool. “Maybe some time in the hot tub will help me relax”, he thought. Glancing at his watch he realized it was 2 am. Thought merged into action as he found himself putting on his bathing suit and fluffy cotton robe. Quietly he left the room and entered the snowy night.

As he shuffled through the accumulating snow on the path to the hot tubs he breathed deeply and opened his robe to feel the cold snow on his body. He felt better already as the exercise and stimulating cold and snow invigorated him. He hoped no one was in the tubs as he was enjoying being alone tonight. As he opened the gate and entered the enclosure where the hot tubs were located he noticed a person faintly visible through the snow and steam rising into the darkness. As he walked silently forward he saw the person more clearly in the smallest tub. It was she, the woman he had fantasized about all afternoon and evening. The realization startled him and froze him in his tracks. The synchronicity of the moment astounded him, excited him, and frightened him at the same time. Again the thought entered his awareness, “what the hell is going on, was it fate or coincidence or just damn blind luck?”

She had her head thrown back on the edge of the tub and her eyes were closed. She had not heard him approach and was in her own world. The noise of the bubbling warm water and rush of the jets had masked the soft footsteps of his approach. He stood at the edge of the tub and watched her silently. She was absolutely beautiful. And, she was naked. Her suit was clumped on the edge of the tub next to her head. Her pert breasts bobbed to the swirling motion of the water. He watched her face, expecting her to open her eyes and see him standing there at any moment. She grimaced and bit her lower lip. It was then that the awareness swept over him and his eyes followed her arms beneath the water. She was masturbating. For a moment he thought about retreating silently into the night. But just as quickly he felt his arousal rising, as did the steam surrounding her small beautiful body less than ten feet away.

He moved silently into the tub with her. She was still not aware of his presence. Now less than eight feet away, he watched her face as his body adjusted to the hot water. Her left hand had moved to her breast as she gently massaged her nipple in small circles. Her right arm was moving visibly beneath the water. He removed his bathing shorts and grasped his how rock hard penis and began to stroke it. His eyes locked on her face as he entered into her erotic rhythm. With each facial change, a twitch or grimace or smile of pleasure, his excitement increased. She stretched suddenly and let out a small moan as her orgasm swept over her. After a few moments he saw her relax and become immobile. She was as if in sleep as she slumped in her ecstasy. He continued to stroke himself as she moved again and slowly opened her eyes. Their eyes locked and she fought to control and disguise her surprise. Smiling at him through her embarrassment she uttered the first words he had heard her speak. Busted! She uttered sheepishly, “It’s you, I knew you would be here tonight”.

“Let me see”, she whispered. “What”, he responded, somewhat confused by the request and situation. “You know what” she teased. “I want to watch you play with yourself. After all, you just watched me didn’t you? “Busted” he responded playfully, and they laughed together. Come on, sit on the edge of the tub and let me watch you. I have always wanted to watch a man do himself,” she said a bit embarrassed, not quite able to bring herself to say masturbate. He stood up slowly, still stroking himself, and sat on the edge of the tub. The snow felt refreshing as it struck his steaming body. He looked at her and again their eyes met. She smiled at him and he saw her eyes move to watch his hand and fully erect penis. “Nice” she again whispered as she watched him. Her voice sounded husky and sensual; obviously she was as aroused by this encounter. “You have a beautiful penis”. She then slouched down into the water and pointed her toes at him. Her hands rested on the bottom of the tub as she stretched toward him. Both breasts were now above the water and her nipples stood rigidly as flakes of snow melted on contact. She moved slowly across the tub until she placed her feet on the seat where he had been sitting. She smiled at him and raised her hips upward as she began to spread her legs apart, opening herself to his eyes. He began to stroke more quickly, responding to this incredibly sexy woman now just a few feet away from him. She opened her legs and raised her buttocks, and her pubic hairs emerged from the water, dark black like the hair on her head. Slowly she continued to raise her hips until he could see her labia emerging above the surface. She spread her legs wider and he could see her pink folds open to him. She moved one hand to her pubic area, the other hand holding her above the water, and began to masturbate with him. “Wait for me”, she said huskily, “I want to cum with you”. She moved to the water jet that had been on the small of his back just a few minutes ago and positioned herself so that as she moved two fingers in and out of her vagina, the water pulsed forcefully against her clitoris. He slid downward into the hot water and sat close to her, his cock brushing against her thigh as he lowered his head and kissed her nipple.

She whimpered as his mouth enclosed her nipple and his tongue lapped gently. Instinctively she grasped his penis and began to stroke it. “Let me do it” she whispered into his ear as she changed position and placed her buttocks on his legs, her legs moving to grasp his hips. She moved forward until her labia brushed his balls as she continued to stroke him with her hand. He found himself barely able to keep up with her aggressiveness. Ever since he had first noticed her on the ski run earlier in the day she had taken control of him somehow. Now in this unlikely encounter in the middle of a snowy night she continued to astound him with her feminine power. She grasped his cock and rose slightly from the water, placing it at her warm wet entrance. Slowly she lowered herself onto him.  He became lost to the sensations of her warmth enveloping his manhood. They kissed deeply as he slid into her slowly, stretching her, she opening to him and grasping his hardness. When he was deep into her she stopped moving and they held one another, continuing to kiss with urgent mouths. She began to squeeze his hardness with her muscles and he began to respond by surging his penis in response. She moved her hips in a slow circle, pushing his penis against her clitoris with each movement. It had begun to snow heavily and they felt it strike their bodies. The contrast of the hot water and the cold snow flakes melting on impact on their skin mirroring this surreal encounter. They rose together to the peak, slowly, lovingly; gently they entered a new awareness together, surrendering to the unfolding reality of this fateful connection. She held him suddenly, grabbing his back with her fingers and biting his neck as she screamed with pleasure. As if she finally gave him permission he began cumming with her, moaning into the night as together they rode the waves of ultimate intimacy.

They sat and held one another for the longest time. No words could capture either the nature of the magical moment they had just shared, or the resolution of how it would ever be repeated. She pulled away from him and stood up and shook the snow from her robe as she placed it around her shoulders. Tears were in her eyes as she placed her two fingers on her lips and then placed them on his lips. “I know”, she whispered to him, “me too”.

Dangerous Game

Michael slept almost the entire red eye flight from New York to San Francisco, arriving just in time to see the sunrise over the bay. “What a beautiful city”, he thought, as the plane swooped over the Golden Gate Bridge and turned to the ocean for the last leg of the descent. He had been away 10 hard years preparing to be a Doctor and had arranged numerous interviews over the next few days at various Hospitals and Clinics in the San Francisco area. He would be staying with an acquaintance of his that he met in Medical School. After retrieving his bags he rented a car and headed for San Jose where he would stay for the week.

As he wove his way through traffic, his thoughts turned to Jim and Diana. He knew how much he had changed in appearance in the last ten years and couldn’t help wonder how the years had treated his friends. Jim was already developing a pouch and thinning hair the last time they had seen each other. He had not seen Dianna since she married Jim and moved to the west coast with him. He had dated Diana for a while in college and it was he who had introduced her to Jim. She had been a knock out when she was in College, a prototype California blond, but with red hair, long legs and beautiful face and body. He never had quite understood why she had fallen for Jim. It must have been his aggressive attitude about developing wealth. All Jim lived for was to make a fortune and had left medical school to follow the dollar via stock brokerage. Diana and he had been lovers for several months and as he recalled their hot lovemaking he found himself driving more quickly to reach his destination. He remembered that she had recently delivered their first child. It was difficult to imagine her with a child.

He found their residence in an upscale exclusive development and parked in the circular driveway in front of the house. It was nearly noon and he wondered if anyone was home as there was no sign of life. He knocked on the door and after several minutes without an answer he rang the doorbell. There still was no answer. Not sure what to do, he walked through the beautifully landscaped lawn toward the back of the house. When he turned the corner he was confronted by a stone wall and a gate. He opened the gate and walked into an enclosed space with swimming pool, patio, hot tub, and mature trees and shrubbery. It was a beautiful private space. Then, he saw her. She was sitting in the shade by the pool and appeared to be holding the baby. As he approached her he realized he was slightly behind her and that she could not see him coming. Not wanting to startle her he spoke softly as he approached. “Hi Diana, hope you don’t mind that I let myself in”. Despite his best intents she was momentarily startled. Turning to face him she smiled broadly as she attempted to cover up her chest with the blanket. She had been breast-feeding the baby. In her moment of confusion he had seen her naked breasts and they were still beautiful, made even fuller by the gift of motherhood.

She stood up as he walked up to her and put out one arm to embrace him. “Hello Michael, it is so good to see you”, she spoke softly in his ear, not wanting to wake the child in her arms. “Sorry I didn’t greet you at the door, you must think I am a terrible host”. “No, not at all”, Michael replied, “it is good to see you too; it has been a long time.” “Jim is working”, she continued, “He asked me to tell you he is sorry he was not here to greet you”. “No problem”, he responded, “that gives us some time to catch up”. She blushed, surprising him, and he noticed how good the years had been to her. She had matured into a beautiful, soft, voluptuous woman, not the skinny angular young woman he had known years before. And the way her eyes sparkled as she spoke, he knew she was indeed happy to see him.

She led him into the house and he followed her to a large master bedroom that had been altered somewhat to accommodate the baby crib and all the stuff necessary to care for the child. “Pardon the mess”, she said apologetically, “we did not plan very well for this young one”. She placed the sleeping child in the crib and turned to him. “Now, let me give you a real hug”. She walked into his arms and they embraced warmly. She held him tightly, longer that Michael had expected. She then pulled away slightly and tilted her face to him, looking into his eyes. She then raised her lips to him and they kissed. Michael was startled by the soft and loving moment. She returned her head to his shoulder and said, “You don’t have any idea how much I have been looking forward to your visit.” Michael did not know what to say. “Enough of this”, she said as she pulled away from him, “let me show you your room and after you get settled in we will have some lunch”.

Jim unpacked his suitcase, putting his clothes away, as he tried to regain his composure. He had not expected this reception, or the feelings that were rushing through him. The attraction between them seemed even more intense than he remembered it to be over ten years ago. Or, was it his imagination? “I am going to have to watch myself”, he thought, “This could get dangerous”. Chains of thought began with the word dangerous and he instantly remembered how Diana had loved erotic play spiced with danger. Like the time she sat on his lap, wrapped in a huge over coat, in the park. She wanted him right then and there and she straddled him and lowered herself on him, as they sat on a park bench with the real possibility that someone could come by at any moment. He remembered her almost immediate orgasm, he following her few seconds later. It all took less than five minutes and she told him how turned on she was to do it with the possibility of being caught. Michael was startled back to the present by her voice. “Lunch is ready, let’s eat on the patio”.

She had prepared a wonderful Californian lunch for them, a nice Anti Pasto plate, fragrant baguette and Brie cheese, a fruit tray and nice chilled Chablis. As they ate she talked incessantly as he ate most of the food. It was evident that she had not had an opportunity to talk to anyone lately. She was taking advantage of her captive audience. As she talked a theme began to evolve almost immediately, she was not very happy. She spoke of how Jim was so very successful in his work but how she did not feel a part of his success. He was gone all the time and their marriage had turned into a convenience for both of them rather than a close partnership. She went on to confess that they had stopped making love the last three months before her pregnancy and had not had sex since the baby had been born. Then, with some hesitancy she continued. “Michael, I am not sure of this and do not want anyone else to know about this, but, I think Jim is involved in some sort of illegal business”. “Why do you think that”, Jim asked with curiosity. “Well, first of all he has hired a body guard who is with him most of the time”. “Have you asked him about it”, Michael queried, “Yes, several times”, she continued, “he says that it is dangerous in his business because of all the money involved”. “Is he still doing stock brokerage”, Michael asked as he leaned forward and grasped her hand across the table. “I think so”, she replied, “but he keeps very strange hours for a stock broker”. Michael sat in silence for a few moments. “I can’t see Jim doing anything illegal Diana, he is just a hard working man”. “You know how important making money is to him”. “I know”, she said as she hung her head a bit and looked somewhat embarrassed. “Maybe you are right, but I still feel something is wrong”. “Maybe he has a girl friend,” she said, lightening the mood with a smile, “god knows he doesn’t seem to be interested in me”. The attempted humor was tinged with regret and anger, thinly disguised. “Well, he is a fool if he is fooling around on you”, Michael said as he squeezed her hand. “You are more beautiful than ever and still have that very special sparkle in your eyes”. Diana blushed and smiled at him. “Thank you Michael, I don’t feel very beautiful with this extra weight since the baby”. “Nonsense”, he retorted, “you look very sexy”. She squeezed his hand and looked him in the eyes. Silence spoke what they could not find the words to say.

She suddenly changed expressions and said, “how about a swim?” “I don’t have a suit”, he responded. “No problem, you can wear one of Jims if you want or”, she hesitated, “you don’t have to wear a suit here, we usually don’t unless we have to”. Jim thought for a moment and then declined. “I will sit this one out and watch you”. “OK”, she said as she began to remove her light silk robe. She left the shade and walked into the bright afternoon sun, dropping the robe to the concrete deck. She was naked. Michael drank in her image as his eyes stroked her body from head to toe. Her red hair sparkled in the sun as she turned to him and smiled. Her breasts were heavy and full from motherhood and her rounded figure was still beautifully proportionate. She looked at him as if seeking his approval. “You are beautiful”, he said to her in a low voice. She smiled and jumped into the pool.

Michael watched her swim through the water as a dolphin, exquisite movement, athletic, powerful and graceful. After several laps she moved to the center of the pool and began swimming on her back. Her breasts against her chest, swaying in the water, as she lay nearly motionless, treading water. Her head was thrown back to face the sun with closed eyes. As she floated in the water, not ten yards away, her movements turned her toward him. Her legs were moving with a slow kicking motion and he noticed the red triangle of pubic hair emerge from the water and disappear again with each kick. He felt his penis begin to swell as he caught glimpses of her exposed labia as she floated nearer to him. Michael reached into his shorts and pulled his now fully erect cock upwards to relieve the pressure. He could not keep his eyes off her stunning body as she swam in a relaxed trance, now nearing the edge of the pool just a few yards away.

Her hand touched the edge of the pool and she moved quickly to stand up in the shallow water. She looked at him and smiled. “God she is beautiful”, Michael thought. He was completely under her spell as she pulled herself out of the pool, picked up her towel and walked toward him, drying herself as she walked. Standing in front of him, close enough to touch, she placed the towel on her head and began drying her hair. Michael looked at her breasts swaying from the movement of her arms and could see droplets of mother’s milk oozing from her nipples and dribbling down her chest, catching in her pubic hair. Diana pulled the towel to her chest and without embarrassment wiped the milk from her nipples.

“Darn things”, she said with a smile,” “they keep leaking”. “Sorry if it embarrasses you. “Not at all”, Michael replied, “I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen”. “You mean with milk all over her chest”, she laughed as she wiped it off. “I have never seen a woman’s milk flow like this”, Michael stammered, not sure how to react to her. “Most men don’t, when they are adults”, she replied. “Would you like to see what it tastes like” She placed her hands around her breast and held it upward. The white liquid flowed more freely; Michael did not have time to reply before she stepped forward, straddled his lap, and sat down. “Go ahead”, she whispered with the voice that he remembered from her passion many years ago. “Please Michael”, suck them. They are so full and I need relief”.

Michael bent forward and sucked on a nipple and tasted the fluid. It was sweet with an organic taste that he liked. He knew instinctively what to do, perhaps from infant memory. He moved to the other breast and sucked the nipple into his mouth, feeling the warm liquid on his tongue. He looked at Diana’s face when he heard her moan softly. She was beginning to move her pubic area against his hard cock with a rocking motion as he sucked on her breast. They fell into an erotic dance of acceptance and reaction. She looked at him and lowered her mouth to his and they kissed as she rocked back and forth on his erection beneath his pants. “Please Michael, I need you, please”, she whispered as she looked at him with eyes glazed over with lust.

She found acquiescence in his kiss. She stood up briefly, undid the button on his shorts and pulled both the shorts and under shorts down below his knees. She grasped his cock, placed it at her warm moist entrance, and lowered herself onto him. In one quick plunge he was deep inside of her. Before he could move she held him tightly, pressed her lips against his mouth in an urgent kiss, and moaned in ecstasy as she climaxed. He had never experienced such explosive passion and release. Her vagina contracted as she came and she began to move gently, his cock still deeply embedded in her. She came again, this time with even more intensity, screaming into his ear as wave after wave swept over her body. Milk flowed freely from her breasts with each contraction. Without warning Michael felt his own orgasm sweep over him and his penis contracted, shooting his life passion deep inside her, time and again. Some moments later he opened his eyes. She was laying still with her full weight on him. His penis was still hard inside her as he looked upward to look at her face next to his. In the ceiling of the patio roof, nearly hidden in the shadows, he saw the surveillance camera.

Written by Boyd Miller

Spring Rain

Catherine, known as “Cat” to her friends, descended the trail toward the rushing creek below in the warm afternoon sun. A spring hike on the Appalachian Trail renewed her spirit from a long cold winter in Washington D.C. Though some women would be hesitant to hike alone in this remote area, Cat was not afraid. Since her divorce a year ago she had made a series of choices and decision to live her life more fully, with less fear and more adventure. “I want to live more like a man”, she had determined. The thirty-nine year old attorney had increased her workouts and was now in top physical shape. Like her nickname “Cat”, she was lithe and at nearly 6 feet very athletic. Her short style blond hair, smallish but pert breasts, was all attractive woman. She had purchased new backpacking equipment during the winter, assembling the gear time and again in her new condo living room, dreaming of this trip in the spring. Her divorce had brought another change in the way she lived her life. She had always had a healthy sexual side that yearned to be released. She was tired of not being able to enjoy sex when and how she wanted. Her ex had not met her needs sexually; another story and she had not wanted to have affairs outside of her marriage. As an attorney she knew the heartbreak this usually caused. She had vowed to be the aggressor, when needed, to see that her needs were met. She was surprised, however, how men were often threatened and uncomfortable when they were not the ones in charge. “Fuck them”, she would say to herself when they went running away, “there are lots of other men.” Still, deep inside she longed to find a man who met her needs as an equal, without making her play the traditional subservient role. She heard the faint roar of Fox Run Creek below in the deeply wooded canyon. Descending steeply, the trail wound back and forth across the terrain beneath the thick canopy of eastern hardwoods. The sound of the rushing water was inviting. She had walked nearly 10 miles in the unusually warm spring weather. Her shirt was soaking with perspiration beneath the heavy backpack. She was looking forward to taking a quick dip in the ice-cold stream just a half-mile below. She knew that the wooden lean-to shelter was just up the trail, at the top of the next ridge, where she would spend the night. In the distance, she had heard the rumble of thunder off and on all afternoon. “It will be nice to have the shelter for refuge tonight”, she thought, as another rumble of thunder joined with the increasingly loud roar of the creek just below.The trail broke into a small opening just above the creek, rushing over a series of small waterfalls with a deafening roar. Through an opening in the trees, Cat got her first glimpse of the water. The vista was beautiful. She removed her backpack and placed it on the ground to retrieve her pro-level Nikon camera with a powerful telephoto lens. Cat was an avid amateur photographer and had found many incredible images during her trip so far. She especially enjoyed capturing wildlife and had taken images of deer, other animals, birds, and even a black bear on a distant hillside. She moved to the edge of a cliff above the creek to photograph the beautiful cascading torrent below. On a rock next to a deep crystal clear pool, beneath a waterfall, she spotted him. Her breath caught with excitement as the reality of what she was seeing hit her. He was magnificent, lying there on the rock in the warm afternoon sun, naked. He was tall, well over 6 feet, dark hair, thin and athletic and young, in his mid 20’s she guessed. He was lying on a towel with one arm shielding his eyes. Cat’s breath caught again as she saw his hand move slowly on his impressive rigid cock. She realized that with the roaring creek drowning all sound around him, and from her nearly hidden vantage point through the trees above him, he had no idea she was near. She instinctively brought the camera to her eye. Moving the zoom to its most powerful resolution, she first saw his handsome face. His eyes were closed and she could see he was enjoying himself. Little twitches of pleasure teased the muscles on his forehead and his lips indicated he was emitting some sound. CLICK, the shutter snapped and the whir of the auto advance followed. She moved the view to his cock. His hand and hard cock nearly filled the frame. She watched through the powerful lens as if in a trance for a few minutes before she snapped the next frame, just as his hand was at the base of his cock and it stood rigidly catching the afternoon sun. CLICK. She panned back a bit and framed his whole body in the frame. CLICK, as she captured him in the bright sun, contrasted against the shadows on the other side of the creek. She watched him for several minutes as he moved his hand, pleasuring himself. Cat felt her own excitement building as she snapped frame after frame until she only had two exposures remaining on this roll of film. She saw that his hand was moving more rapidly and he had his head thrown back. She zoomed in on his cock again just in time to see gobs of cum explode into the air, CLICK, highlit by the sun. She knew she had just captured the shot of a lifetime. She saw him relax and fall back on the rock, spent in his ecstasy, CLICK. She reached for some new film in one of the outside pockets of her pack. Keeping one eye on him as he recovered below and sat up, she moved a bit back from the edge to be sure he would not see her if he looked up in her direction. He stood up and wiped the cum off of his stomach and chest with his towel and quickly dressed. “God he is beautiful”, Cat thought, “too bad he is so young”, “I would really like to fuck him”. A part of her was surprised by the thought; another part of her was smiling. “Cat, you are becoming an old lecher,” she thought. Still, she felt the tingle between her legs and knew that this voyeur experience had excited her, as she had not been excited in a long time. She saw him put his backpack on and move up the rocks to the trail. He disappeared beneath the canopy below as he began climbing the trail up the ridge. “I wonder if he will be staying in the shelter tonight”, she wondered, and the thought brought excitement. Her body reacted to her thoughts of spending the night with him in the shelter, and the possibilities, brought a new awareness of the wetness between her legs. “Damn”, she thought, “I am really going to need a bath now”. Cat dropped her heavy pack near the trail, and made her way to the rock where he had been lying. As she began undressing to take a quick bath in the clear stream, raindrops began to fall from a thundercloud passing overhead. Darn, she muttered, as she bent over to retrieve the shirt and put it back on, I had better get to the shelter. As she reached for the shirt she saw a glob of his semen on the rock. Instinctively she touched it with her finger and brought her finger to her nose. She smelled him and the sensation was overwhelmingly sexual. She rubbed the cum on her lips and tasted it. She loved the taste and this experience was especially erotic because of her recent experience of watching him masturbate. She was highly aroused as she licked his sexual essence from her lips and finger. A loud clap of thunder startled her and brought her back to the present. She had better make her way the last mile up the ridge to the shelter. The approaching storm had darkened the sky and she knew that she would probably get caught on the trail in a thunderstorm, not a pleasant thought. The climb was steep. Thankfully, a soft warm mist was falling from the edge of the passing clouds cooling her a bit from the strenuous climb. The afternoon light was fading, exacerbated by the thickening thunderclouds. Catherine was thankful for her conditioning work the past winter. The trail began a long side hill sweep toward the top of the ridge. “Just a little further she thought”, looking up and seeing the skyline against the dark gray sky. Reaching the top of the hill, she rested for a few minutes before continuing the now level trail toward the shelter. “I wonder if he is there she thought”, her mind returning to the stallion of a young man she had observed by the creek. Rounding a bend in the trail she saw the log cabin like lean-to just ahead. There was no sign of him. She felt disappointment. “Darn”, she thought to herself, “oh, well, I have some wonderful photos to relive that moment by the creek”. As she neared the shelter it began to rain harder. “Just in time”, she said to herself as she removed her backpack and sat on the seat of the small wood plank picnic table just under the eve of the open side of the enclosure. It smelled musty with the scent of wood ashes from the small stone fireplace in the corner. But, it was dry and comfy to find a shelter like this in the wilderness. “Sure beats a tent on a stormy night like this, she thought, listening to the rain fall on the wooden shake roof overhead. After she had rested a few minutes and caught her breath, she explored the shelter. Someone had gathered a nice pile of firewood and placed it in the corner next to the fireplace. As she looked at it she noticed there was even some paper to use to start the fire. She noticed some writing on the paper. Curious, she picked up the paper. “To Camera Girl” was written on the folded notepaper. She was astounded and blushed, looking quickly around her to see if he was near. “Was this note for her she thought”, as she unfolded the paper, “how could he have possibly have seen her with her camera? Nervously she read the message written hastily in pencil. How about sharing the photos with me sometime? I enjoyed the encounter with you by Fox Run Creek. My phone number is 202-486-3800. Jonathon. She was incredulous. And, the thought that he had been engaged in her voyeurism with her excited her. She again felt frustrated that he had gone on instead of staying in the shelter for the night. It was getting dark and she felt tired, dirty and getting cold in her wet clothes, now that she was cooling off from the exertion. “First a fire”, she mused, knowing that the cheerful glow would warm both her body and spirit. She folded the note and placed it in her backpack, found some matches and soon had a nice fire glowing brightly. She quickly prepared and ate a meal of dehydrated stew of some kind and warmed a pan of water to wash herself. She dug through her pack and found an ingenious folded plastic container that expanded to a nice washbasin size. When the water was boiling she mixed it with some cold water and placed the washbasin on the edge of the picnic table. She undressed, placing her wet clothes on a clothesline someone had left strung above the fireplace near the rafters. Now completely naked, she reveled in the warmth of the fire and the warm rain beating on the wooded shake roof above her head. “I need to wash my hair”, she thought and stepped out from the eves into the pouring rain. It was a warm rain and she was comforted knowing she had some hot water and fire near by. Once her hair was wet she used some biodegradable, environment safe, soap in a small bottle to work up a nice lather. She washed her hair, poured a small amount of the warm water to help rinse the soap, and stepped again into the rain to complete washing the soap from her hair. She saw him through half closed eyes. He was standing in the shadows beneath a huge pine about 50 feet away down the trail. It was Jonathon. Startled for a moment she pretended not to see him. Her first instincts were to cover up. But she was not a modest woman. She loved her body and was proud of it. She felt a warm glow knowing he was watching her as she had watched him earlier in the day. Instead of retreating with modesty, she decided to put on a show for him. She began washing her face and neck with the soapy washcloth and warm water. Then she stood in the rain to wash off the soap. She threw her head back and let the rain cascade on her face and down her body. She posed so her breasts were fully visible in profile in the fading light. Ducking under the eves again she sat on the edge of the picnic table and washed her breasts, lingering on her nipples until they were rigid.
She then moved the washcloth downward over her stomach. Spreading her legs she turned toward him, as naturally as possible, and washed her pubic area. She moved both hands to her pussy and spread her labia, her eyes appeared closed but she was watching him as he began to masturbate. She was really getting excited and felt her own moisture begin to flow with the warm bath water. “I want to get off for him”, she thought as she relaxed on the edge of the table and spread her legs further, giving him a better view. She snuck a peek at him and was surprised to see him beginning to undress. He had placed his pack on the ground and had removed his shirt. “This is getting interesting”, she thought, as her excitement grew from her gently circling fingers over her hard clit. She watched him, not caring anymore if he noticed. He bent over and removed his hiking boots and socks, then his pants. Finally, he pulled down his under shorts and his semi hard cock swayed in front of him. He grasped it in his hand and began stroking it as he moved through the rain toward her. She held his eyes with her eyes, smiling as he drew near.
“Hello Jonathon”, she said softly as he stood before her. “Hi Camera Girl”, he replied in a wonderful resonant deep voice. She stood up and moved to him. “Would you like a bath she asked sexily” ”Sure”, he replied, stretching his arms to her sky and grinning at her. ”I am all yours”. She moved the soapy washcloth to his face. “Close your eyes until I tell you to open them, she tested. He smiled and closed his eyes. His submissiveness excited her and put her at ease. She washed his face, under his arms, his arms and hands, and then his chest, lingering on his nipples until they were hard. She the knelt down and washed his legs, moving upward she found her face level with his magnificent penis, fully erect, sticking straight out at her. She grasped it with one hand, and began washing it with the other. He let out a sigh of pleasure as she began to move her hands over his penis. “Lets get you rinsed off now”, she said to him.
Standing up, she put her arms around him and they embraced, kissing as they moved into the rain to rinse the soap from their bodies. The warm spring rain poured over them, cascading down their bodies as their kisses inspired their passion. “ My stallion, that is what you are”, she whispered in his ear. “Take me like a stallion. I want you to fuck me.” She moved to the picnic table and bent over it, raising her buttocks to greet him as he stepped forward and nestled behind her. He may have been young but he knew what to do. He held his hard cock to her entrance, moving it back and forth to lubricate it with her wetness and then entered her. He paused with just the head inside her. Impatient, she pushed back against him.
Together they found the fullness of his penetration deep in the innermost part of her wantonness. Lightening flashed just over the ridge, lighting the evening air and a huge clap of thunder shook the air around them. The rain began pouring in torrents as they increased the tempo of their thrusts as if spurred on by the energy of the storm exploding around them. She was lost in his deep thrusts. She began to urge him on. “ Fuck me Stallion Man”, oh god you feel so good.” He was now grunting with each thrust. She recoiled by pushing against him and squeezing in perfect harmony, their sounds of passion providing the melody. She felt him tense and knew he was close. She had been at the edge for several moments and waited until she felt him thrust deeply and begin contracting his huge hardness inside her. She felt his cum gush just as she let go. Wave after wave of pleasure took her breath away as another clap of thunder accompanied their ecstasy. He collapsed against her, holding her as they succumbed to the mist caressing their spent bodies, blown by the winds of the warm spring rain.

Written by Boyd Miller at redbubble

~ by littlehelen on May 16, 2008.