Chapter 01: The Beginning
Living in a quaint and friendly logging town, had brought with it great friendships with unbreakable bonds. They gathered together down at the, antiquely decked out family owned, Main Street Bar & Inn nearly every Saturday night; and are consistently the last to leave. As friends they have all shared experience in many hours in joyful humor, bellowing song and easygoing intoxication. The youngest guy and gal of the friends is a married couple of damn near seven years; the next two are a newly engaged couple, as of the eve of Valentine; and the remainders being five extremely playful and flirty singles. The nine friends had equally received enjoyment by hanging out with any one of the others.
Protect the poor wandering and vulnerable fool who may stall long enough to stop by their watering-hole for an innocent drink or two, on his way through town. For amongst the singles he would find two beautiful blonde gals that are the closest and most committed of friends. One being apparently more reserved, yet secretly a sultry and wildly romantic vixen, which preferred to play with her own rather than with a newbie. And then there is the truly gorgeous platinum-haired cougar of the group, whom remains on the prowl and no amount of pleading from her prey had ever stopped the progression of her capture and feasting. And the rest of the group was aware all hell would be certain to break out if a failed capture were to occur. Each had the knowledge of there being no other option than to scatter until her mood returned to be entertaining and flaunty.
The remaining three were friendly and handsome men. Indeed a true catch for any blessed gal. One of which is a gentle and masculine man with a free spirit. He is the one who simply radiates with uniqueness, and a somewhat 'Irish jazzy beatnikish' sort of style. He portrayed himself as a real cool-cat, to say the least. That being a sexy and attractive attribute, as seen by his reserved and sultry female friend in particular. The other two gents are just that, definitely polite and well mannered gentlemen who enjoy having tons of alcohol induced guiltless fun. Between the two, there's but one who shows talent at singing Karaoke; and the other not so much. All in all, these were friends that each solely had been swift to stand up to and for the next. Even those being of the opposite sex had proven to be of no matter. Little does the other seven, of these mutual friends, know of there being a tremendous and sexually exciting secret amongst their group. For the two that have created need for the secret, recognize the undeniable importance of their remaining silent. It is especially vital to keep the disclosure from the cougar herself. Disapproval would, without doubt, bring conflict, guilt and ultimate disaster to her best friend.
A vast secret being of such consequence to both of the two singles individually, that have been held captured in their combined venture. Both of which, being in complete and utter agreement of protecting their shared interactions and of virtually pleasing the other. An additional secret kept between the two, had neither realizing that the other desired for their special friendship to include hot and wild nakedness. Such honesty and vulnerability being conveyed with complete trust in the other. Each had offered up themselves verbally as a sexual channel and opportunity to free sexual tension and yearning fully and without any issue. No demands, expectations or suspicions being put upon the other. A spoken agreement being agreed upon, failed to provide with it that neither have a need to hold back sharing in their fantasies or desired longings.
Magical spell-binding words consist of sultry, yet romantic interludes have provided each with self exploration, sexual satisfaction, and exhausted yet restful sleep. She had recently offered and openly provided sexually appetizing pleasure both virtual and visual. He had proven to be a worthy opponent in their mutually fulfilling interlude. Their chanced time to time get-togethers had brought with them secretly touching, seemingly accidental bumping and prolonged rubbing; which all developed craving and need for the other. And hours of late night texting that with each, had climaxed with mutual orgasmic explosion and hot soapy showering.
The beginning of summer had brought with it memories of several months filled with erotic written bliss. What began slowly and with nervous energy, not to mention moments of his regret, had developed into a continued comfort for both. Each endlessly eager for their next naughty word, enticing picture or accidental passing shared. As of yet, there had been no need to take their coupling to a physical and sexually united connection. Each mysterious rendezvous had been scarlet hot and searing enough that each received extreme and absolute climax. But with the end of June, had also come their day of departure for a week's vacation away camping with the remainder of the amusing and infectious clan.
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Our assignment to be partnering up in my warned down old pick-up truck, is bringing with it confinement together as this week's lengthy adventure begins. Not that either of us is in any way disappointed. We certainly have no grumbles or complaints to speak of. In all actuality, we cannot keep from wondering how we are blessed with such destiny as to be given this exquisite endowment. God knows, that we take pleasure in each other's companionship and have more than a bit in common. Our mysterious and out of the ordinary relationship is presently consisting of a limitless number of hot and steamy nights. Sharing in a mutually equal special sexual friendship and connection is an amazing rarity. Some of our late nights have been filled with openly giving to the other intense sexual images and displaying our mutual wants and needs; in written and sexy-toned spoken word form. And now, unknowingly to the others, is about to include our seven clueless friends.
"We will be fine. You know that, right? We are good at this, thing." I dreamily glance over and reward you with a smile indicating my agreement. Jokingly you playfully attach, "Who knows, maybe we will even have cell phone service."
With your letting go of such enticing script, I find myself unable to seize giving out my completely sincerely warm and sunny disposition. My raw and honest expression is an obvious indication of my extreme excitement in our possibly partaking in an exclusively naughty and mischievous sexting word game of give and take. I so desire to make you privy to knowing of the pulsations that are occurring in my crimson and silky g-string panties. Dampness is, becoming to me, an obvious indication that you are bringing me to intense excitement and feverish yearning. With one last glance, you reach forward and crank to the right the volume button; belonging to my mere but doable 1995 stock radio. Instantly, you belt out in harmonious song and I trek forward on our journey towards the splendor of our warm and brilliantly stunning destination. My soul is starving to be fed by the purest and abundant surroundings that nature has to offer me. Not unlike the way you cause my mind and body to desire the receipt of nourishment from milking your seed and partaking from you in every way.
Since the magical spring night that we met, now being a year ago last month, I've continuously enjoyed listening to you sing and have since developed favorites. The structure of your voice is so massive with raw energy, and escapes your sexy lips with bare enjoyment. With each beat laden song playing, I vigorously strike my delicately feminine hands hard up against the leather covering of the steering wheel; while keeping in perfect rhythm with ease. I immediately discover the rhythmic beat to the streaming songs, and not unlike in every state of affair. And I sing out with boisterous confidence, which in turn is causing you to completely break out in a belly-laugh with each and every song we are receiving. Instead of being in offense, I enjoy every last morsel of your amusing attention. Laughter fills not only the cab of the truck, but also our body, hearts and souls. If our ride is any indication of the fun to come, we are going to endure in the grandest of pleasure.
Silently, you present me with an ear-to-ear appetizing grin. I stare at you with a quizzical look in my eye and a matching smile. And I consume the understanding that there is no doubt of your amusing reflection. "My gal pal really needs to stick to our sharing in an occasional sexy, deep, and throaty-toned phone call instead of this musical performance." I know that you are immediate to admit, but only to yourself, that you love hearing every ear piercing screech that is bellowing out from my kissable cinnamon red lips. I may be dreadful, but if nothing else, I do retain a blissful smirk upon that sexy and inviting mouth of yours. I'm so grasping onto hope, that I will become familiar to the taste of your sweet flavor many times through-out our shared vacation.
Before even reaching our travels mid-point, I can come no farther without pausing for a stretch of my blue jean protected legs and a chance to powder my nose so to speak. With recognition of the others in our caravan failing to follow in behind us, we bid them adieu with our similar flirty grins and shoulder raising shrugs. Obviously, we are both experiencing more than a bit of relief at being aware that we are now completely alone together and inseparable. In unison, and with a smirk, we speak out in perfect harmony, "Oh well!"
Our sense of satisfaction and relief immediately fuels fun and laughter for us both. Assurance of our capturing miles of being behind our loyal friends, we opt to take a hand touching stroll through the amazingly and all consuming forest of green painted shadowing trees and foliage. Together we travel forward, moving towards the sound of the trickling river that is patiently waiting for us to arrive to the end of our weather beaten path. We are both secure in knowing that our course may begin and continue with unknown twists and turns, breath-taking clearings and darkness; though we own hopes of there being no ending in sight. Together and separately, you and I are attempting to go with the flow of what is being place in the ground before us.
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The refreshing and warm swirling breeze is bringing with it my sleepy longing for loving affection. I easily convince you to take the wheel for the remainder of our journey towards the campground and our awaiting friends. We are both extremely responsive to being aware of the busyness of my motion-filled hands, and the need for what always proves to be nearly impossible distraction. Happily, we find ourselves again westbound; but this time travelling at a much more leisurely fashion. With no surprise, my flirty and playful fingers begin exploring various muscles along the sexy package that is you. My body surges with sudden exhilaration and with it, brings to me words that I long to share with you. A problem arises with my realization that, up until now, our sharing has been strictly a virtual coupling. I am suddenly removing my hand and facing my head so that I can take in the scenes that are just beyond our now confining communal space.
On the edge of Southbridge, the first beach town of our jaunt, we find ourselves caught up by a red traffic light. Though our day is providing us with so much sunshiny beauty and clear blue skies, my nervous tension is bringing us a blanketing of gray. Unaware of what your movements are soon to expose, I continue staring out of my passenger side window. The sound of, ding-dang-dong startles me back into our shared reality. A text is coming through on my cell phone. All I can think is what a great distraction. Leaning forward, I gather into my slightly shaking hand my phone from the dash where it is settled; anxious to seek out and discover who may be the sender. To my comfort and anxious delight, I see that it is you! Without any delay I open it and read, "If I had five minutes completely alone with you, we would be in the shower together. In a hot and steamy spray waterfall, just the three of us. Me, you and your beautiful and sexy butterfly tattoos."
I return to you my question, "So would you be washing or watching?"
"Both. And then it is ladies choice." You type without missing a stroke.
