Amber 46

As far as workweeks go, the one that had just passed was on the more enjoyable end of the spectrum. Monday, of course, was only a half-day in the office with me leaving around lunchtime to pick Amber up from the airport. From the time we got back to the truck in the parking garage, she and I couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. An extended session of foreplay on the drive home led into us having sex within minutes of our arrival at the house.

Following that enjoyable reunion, we decided to get dressed up and go to a nice dinner at the seaside restaurant that had become our go-to choice for romantic evenings out. Upon returning home that night, we spent the rest of the evening in bed catering to one another's needs.

Despite not getting to sleep until well-past midnight that night, Amber and I awoke the next morning energized for the week ahead. With plenty to keep us busy in the office, the workdays seemed to mercifully fly by. Back at the house, Amber's precious absence, albeit brief, had rekindled something between us. Our normally quiet weeknights were made more interesting by little, spontaneous acts for one another, a simple foot-rub while watching TV on the couch, a neck massage while doing the dishes, or an extended cuddle before going to sleep.

The only thing missing from the week was done by design. After our passionate night on Monday, and with plans for a trip together over the weekend, Amber and I had decided to abstain from sex during the week. One factor in that decision was also the fact that Amber had been having her monthly issues at the beginning of the week. Monday night was the first time we'd really attempted to have sex despite what was going on down there. Although the results were fantastic and I had done everything that I could to let her know that it didn't bother me at all, the extra hassle and some lingering embarrassment on her part had caused her to again shy away from it. When that finally resolved, the weekend was right around the corner so we decided to just wait for what would hopefully be a couple days and nights of passion.

So on Friday, with work winding down, people had already started dipping out around 3:00 to get an early start on their weekends. I was sitting at my desk, putting the final few touches on a drainage schematic when I was startled by a pair of hands on my shoulders. Lowering her head down next to mine, Amber laughed at my jumpy reaction before giving me a kiss on the neck. Brushing her hair back with her hand, she stayed bent over the back of my chair and quietly asked, "You almost done here?"

Turning my head to see her smiling face, I chuckled, "I am now."

Giving me a little wink, she glanced at the mess of papers on my desk and said, "Catch up, my computer's already off and I can think of a dozen things I'd rather do than watching you struggle with that text formatting."

Laughing as I shuffled the papers around and began logging out of my computer, I jokingly asked, "Only a dozen?"

Resting her hands on the back of my chair, Amber tilted her head, pretending to be deep in thought. Then with another little wink, she said, "Ok, more than a dozen... how about sixty-nine?"

Smiling in response, I waited until my screen flickered off and then got up from my seat. After Amber went back to her cubicle to retrieve her things, we said a cursory goodbye to the few people still at their desks and headed outside.

Because we were leaving a few hours early, the sun was still high in the sky as we walked across the parking lot. Once at the truck, Amber looked across the bed at me, smiled, and then opened her door to hop inside. A few brief dry spells notwithstanding, Amber and I had always had a healthy sex life. As we drove back to the house that afternoon though, I couldn't remember ever seeing her this affectionate or excited for anything like she was for this weekend.

Amber's uncle owned a huge piece of land nearby that had once been a working cattle ranch. Now it sat empty but was ours to use whenever and for whatever we wanted. We had been out there multiple times; and, each visit was always an adventure. With plans to head out there this weekend, Amber had taken it upon herself to begin preparing days in advance.

Earlier in the week, we made a grocery run, getting the things that we'd want for our trip. Nonperishable items were already packed on the counter, while everything else sat ready to go in the refrigerator. Matching her enthusiasm, I had done a little prep work and those containers sat with the others, ready for our weekend away. Our clothes, which had already been picked out and set aside, got stuffed into our travel bag prior to leaving for work this morning. And finally, yesterday we made a purchase that I had long been wanting, a gas-fired camping griddle, which I had plans for how it could be used.

With so much of the work already done, despite being anxious to get on our way, both of us were relaxed as we neared our neighborhood. Arriving at the house, I backed the truck up the driveway and we hopped out. While Amber went inside, I poked around the garage, making sure that I had everything from there that we would need. Although I was just as excited as Amber was, my capacity for preplanning couldn't overcome my instinct for procrastination.

Relieved to quickly find everything that I had been looking for, I loaded those items into the back of the truck before heading inside. There, Amber had already changed out of her work clothes; she now wore a pair of black soccer shorts and an old t-shirt of mine. Looking up at me with her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, she smiled and said, "You better hurry up."

Walking behind her as she was bent over, loading something into the cooler, I went to give her a playful smack on the butt. When my hand connected, a little harder than I had planned, with the bare skin peeking out beneath her shorts, she let out a surprised yelp. Stopping in my tracks, I spun around as she stood and jokingly glared at me. Hurrying back, I gave her a quick kiss while gently rubbing the injured butt cheek. Holding in a laugh, she tried to sound serious, "You're gonna have to kiss it to make it better."

With my hand still on the area, I gave it a squeeze and replied, "I mean, if you don't mind running late, I could kiss it now... or I could make it up to you later with a little more than a kiss."

Slowly swaying her hips, she smiled and said, "Oh I'll make you pay." Then, reaching out and slapping me on the backside, she said, "But for now, get changed. I'm almost done here."

Laughing to myself at her eagerness to get going, I went back into the room and changed into my usual shorts and t-shirt. After a quick stop in the bathroom to check that I had packed all the necessary toiletries, I headed back out to the kitchen. Peering down into the loaded cooler as I walked in, Amber turned and asked, "Can you think of anything else that we should bring?"

Coming up beside her, I perused the selection of food and drinks. Shaking my head, I said, "No, I think that's everything."

Giving her a quick thank-you kiss, I closed the lid before each of us took one of the handles and carried the large chest to the garage. After setting it down to quickly put on our shoes, we carried the cooler the rest of the way outside. Sliding it into the cargo bed, I stayed to begin tying things down while she went back inside for the rest of our things. A few minutes later, all of our bags were in the back of the passenger compartment and the cargo in the bed was secure. Giving everything a once-over, we agreed that it looked like we were ready to go.

With her hand now on the passenger-side door handle, Amber gave an excited flash of her eyebrows before opening it and hopping inside. A moment later, we were on our way. Leaving the neighborhood, I stopped at the gas station by the pub and began topping off our tank while Amber went inside for a bag of ice. A few minutes later, when the nozzle clicked off, I crumpled up the receipt and shoved it into my pocket. After waiting for Amber to finish loading the ice into the cooler, I helped her down from the bed and we were back on the road. As we pulled away from the gas station, Amber spent a moment flipping through her phone. When I glanced over, her brow was furrowed and she looked up saying, "Well that sucks."

Seeing the unspoken question on my face, she answered, "Yesterday the forecast looked great."

Laughing, I asked, "Now not so much?"

Showing her teeth in apprehension, she replied, "Ehh, we might get wet."

I joked, "Well, I was kind of planning on that for you."

Laughing when she realized what she had said, she clarified, "Yeah, I'm gonna get wet multiple times this weekend; but, you and I might get rained on tomorrow."

Shrugging, I said, "Ahh, who knows, a little rain could be fun." Then placing my hand on her bare thigh, I added, "As for the other thing..."

Amber just bit her lower lip and shrugged as if to say, 'Show me what you've got.'

As we raced down the rural highway, I set the cruise control and began just lightly brushing my fingertips up and down the soft, smooth skin on the inside of her pale thigh. Each iteration brought me progressively higher up her leg. Reclining her seat as my fingers teased up inside the bottom of her shorts, she turned her head towards me and let out a relaxed exhale.

As the four-lane highway carried us past some of the sprawling orange groves, I felt my fingertips brush against the seam of her panties. Letting her thighs fall further open, Amber sighed, "What a great way to start a weekend."

When I peeked over at her out of the corner of my eye, she smiled shyly and asked, "You mind if I just enjoy this?"

Chuckling, I said, "I mean... that's kind of the idea."

Nodding her concession of the point, she said, "Yeah well... I'll find a way to pay you back."

As my fingers brushed up the front of her panties for the first time, I said, "Yeah, or you could just call us even."

Closing her eyes and sighing as my fingertips glided across the smooth cotton, she laughingly said, "I dunno, I was kind of hoping to seeing what you came up with to make it up to me."

Scratching my nails lightly across the front of her panties, as she softly moaned, I said, "Don't worry, I was gonna do it anyways."

Smiling at me, she pulled the leg of her shorts over and said, "If we do half the things I'm thinking of, I don't think either of us are going home disappointed."

For the next dozen or so miles, I alternated between rubbing and then lightly scratching the front of her panties. Each time I switched between the two, Amber would moan and roll her head on the headrest. Seeing a landmark up ahead that told me that we were nearing the halfway point of the trip, I brushed my fingers down lower between her legs. When I felt the now-slick fabric, I turned my head and said, "I think you might enjoy this more without these in the way."

Amber smiled and reached for her hips. Glancing around out of habit, as if to check if someone might be watching from the passing trees, she lifted and then wiggled her hips to pull both her shorts and panties down past her knees. With them now in a heap on the floorboard, she settled back into the reclined passenger seat.

Smiling while peeking over, I put my hand back between her legs. With her head turned towards me, Amber stretched her neck back and softly moaned when my fingers brushed directly across her labia. Dragging some of her slippery wetness up over her clitoris, I moaned along with her when I felt the familiar tingling down in my groin.

Hearing my reaction, Amber looked down at my lap and groaned, "Oh baby..." when she saw the front of my shorts begin to rise. Then, closing her eyes, she took a series of fast, shallow breaths as I began rubbing directly on her clitoris.

A moment later, I saw the turnoff up ahead for the road that would ultimately take us to the farm. Quickly calculating in my head the time remaining in our trip, I refocused my efforts. After turning onto the two-lane road, I slowed to the speed limit to buy myself a few precious minutes. Then, setting the cruise control once again, I worked my fingers faster across her clitoris.

As the miles ticked by, Amber's moans became louder while her breathing came faster and shallower. When I stretched my finger and rubbed it back down between her labia, she clutched at the armrest while tilting her head back. Then, with my fingertip teasing between her lips, she looked over at me. As I slipped inside her hot, slick vagina, she clenched her eyes shut and groaned loudly.

With my finger curled up, pressing and stroking against her G-spot, Amber slid a hand down between her legs. Rubbing herself, with my finger inside her, she let out a long, wavering moan. Despite a nagging ache in my shoulder, I kept working while her breathing began to come in short, whining gasps. As the gasps became farther apart, she kept her eyes clenched tightly shut. Slowly straightening her legs, her hand was a blur as she rubbed away at herself. Then, after a series of short, forceful gasps, she groaned loudly as her head snapped forwards. Each time her shoulders heaved, she grunted loudly as I felt the walls of her vagina clench down around my finger.

Slowly continuing to stroke my finger inside her as she moaned through the second half of her orgasm, I moaned along with her as I felt my erection throbbing in my pants. Finally, when her body quivered one last time, she let out a deep, groaning exhale as she relaxed limply back into her seat.

When I slipped my finger from inside her, Amber softly moaned, "Ugh, thank you..."

I just smiled over at her before looking for somewhere to wipe my slippery hand. Not finding any good options, I looked back to Amber and shrugged. Watching me as I slowly licked the tart fluid from my finger, Amber groaned, "Oh baby..."

Looking up ahead, I saw the driveway for the farm quickly approaching. Applying the brakes, I slowed us down and turned off onto the crushed shell-rock drive. When I came to a stop in front of the gate, Amber quickly undid her seatbelt and put her seat up. Leaning across the console, we met in a series of passionate kisses. Licking her tongue against mine a couple of times, she pulled her head back. Breathing heavily, she stared intently into my eyes and whispered, "Put your seat back."

With the throbbing erection in my pants, I had no idea how I'd be able to unload the truck like this. Left with seemingly no choice but to comply, I confirmed that the truck was in park, undid my seatbelt and reclined my seat.

Lying halfway back, I lifted my hips and watched as Amber pulled my shorts and underwear down to just above my knees. Then, looking over at her still-bare ass with us stopped just off the road, I groaned, "I hope no one comes."

Holding her hair back as she bent down, Amber looked up at me and seductively said, "You're going to."

As her hot, wet mouth took in my aching erection, I let out a laughing moan. As soon as her lips closed around the base of my shaft, she began working her tongue against it, sucking and slowly bobbing her head. Running my fingers through her hair, I began gently rocking my hips. Then, as I felt the pressure already slowly beginning to build, I held the sides of her head and moaned, "Oh Amber... you're so fucking good at this."

When she purred in response, the vibrations only served to rush me further along. Hearing the change in my breathing, she began sucking harder and bobbing her head faster. With her hot saliva coating my penis, I tilted my head back and groaned as my body began to tingle. Still gently rocking my hips, I suddenly cried out when I felt my erection start spasming with little warning.

Amber moaned again when she felt me begin to cum in her mouth. Keeping her lips sealed around my head, she stroked my shaft as it spasmed in her hand. I moaned as each contraction sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Then, grunting as the final contraction caused my neck to twitch, my body went limp and I settled back into the seat.

As I breathed deeply to regain my wits, I watched Amber bring her head back up. Playfully wiping a hand across her mouth, she leaned in and gave me a kiss on my neck, whispering, "Told you."

Laughing as I put my seat back up, I reached down and quickly pulled my shorts and underwear up while Amber did the same. Wincing as the now-cold, damp panties slid up against her still-wet vagina, she laughed, "This is so not fair... you make me cum and I've gotta walk around with it in my pants for the rest of the day. I make you cum and I clean up the mess for you."

Laughing along with her, I leaned over and said, "I'll get the gate. Why don't you just leave those off?"

Smiling at my suggestion, she shrugged her agreement and started to slip them back down as I hopped out. Trotting up to the gate, I unlocked it and swung it open. Hurrying back, I pulled the truck through and then did the routine in reverse to lock the gate behind us. With that metal barrier closing us off from the outside world, I rushed back into the truck to get our weekend properly started.

When we emerged from the thick growth of trees into the parking area by the garage, I looked over at Amber in just her t-shirt. We both laughed at the ridiculous appearance of her state of dress before I said, "Wait here, I'll get the tent. We can just take the truck out there this afternoon."

Smiling at the realization that we should've been doing that all along, she laughingly thanked me as I hopped out. Closing the door behind me, I went over and let myself into the garage. After waiting a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark, I made my way over to where we had left the tent, retrieved it and carried it back outside. Getting back to the truck, I tossed it into the bed and opened my door.

When I looked inside, I was stopped in my tracks. Sitting with her legs crossed in the passenger seat, Amber was now completely naked. Looking up and flashing her eyebrows with a smile, she said, "I feel like this is somehow less awkward."

Climbing back up into my seat, I said, "It's definitely an improvement." Then turning my head to her I laughed and said, "You looked like a cartoon bear sitting there in just a t-shirt."

Forcefully slapping my shoulder, she laughed hysterically as she shouted, "What?! A bear?!? A cartoon bear... you think I look like Winnie-the-fucking-Pooh?!?"

We both couldn't stop laughing. When I'd controlled it enough to talk, I gasped, "Sorry... no... not a bear... more like a chipmunk."

As she slapped me again, I continued laughing, "Which do you want to be? Alvin?" *slap* Simon? *slap* Not Theodore!"

Amber couldn't slap me again because she was laughing too hard. Clutching her belly as she gasped for breath, she just shook her head with the most beautiful smile. When we both got it under control, she continued chuckling, "I can't believe I was going to let you fuck me this weekend!"

"Was?!?" I jokingly exclaimed.

Amber just crossed her arms. Looking out her window, she said, "You better have a good dinner planned for me. "

Putting the truck in gear and starting off, I muttered, "Sounds like something Theodore would say."

Laughing again, she leaned across the truck; but this time, instead of hitting me, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, saying, "You may be a dumbass but you're my dumbass... I love you, babe..."

Slowing to give her a better kiss, I said, "I love you too, Amber."

She settled back in her seat, keeping her legs modestly crossed and smiling my way as we slowly bounced along over the hills on the way back to what had become our default campground. When we came to a stop atop the broad, flat hill overlooking the small pond, ahead of us the sun was just beginning to drop lower in the western sky. As I put the truck in park and prepared to get out, Amber grabbed the door handle and said, "Thank god we're here. Hey, can you get started without me? I've really gotta go hit up the pond if you know what I mean."