A Few Stolen Days Chapter 4: The Deck
The day of travel to the cabin had been glorious. The sky bright and sunny but the mountain temperatures moderate and the scenery was outstanding. And Travis mused to himself that the Great Smoky Mountains were pretty too. He hardly had time to look, his eyes had been fixed on Brandi through the day.
The flowery dress she still wore was flattering to her and enhanced by the fact that she had gone braless through the day. It wasn't a sun dress, but it was scooped at the neckline and although it offered no real hint of cleavage, he had loved the fact that it betrayed her blushes which had spread down from her face and neck and flooded her exposed upper chest... And disappeared as he knew it had colored her breasts and nipples.
He stood looking at her savoring the brilliant sunset as she stood leaning slightly on the high rail that surrounded the deck. The expansive windows that overlooked the deck made it feel as though she were almost within the cabin with him. He poured two glasses of champagne, watching the bubbling froth build up as he poured and felt his own unsatisfied longing in his loins swell and subside as the wine in the glasses.
He could have walked quickly to her side, but he enjoyed the view. The skirt of her dress was full and moved with the soft breeze of the evening's air and it accentuated the womanly form of her bottom as she stood almost frozen in place. He never thought of himself as a man who checked out a woman's bottom, although he was never adverse to admiring a cute one in tight slacks. But he also knew that she had not worn panties during the day and watching the dress move on her backside gave him the feeling that if he had tried, he might have conjured up x-ray vision.
He knew the rounded swell of her cheeks. He had amble opportunity that morning in their oral pleasuring to observe them close at hand and from a unique perspective as she had settled herself over his tongue and had lose herself in his pleasure. He knew that just below the swell of her cheeks that there was a hollow that at the even slight angle she was standing would have betrayed the lips of her womanhood to him.
He had made her climax twice that day already. He knew that he had caused those lips to become engorged as he had sucked them that morning and that during the afternoon drive he had discovered that they were still distended, full and pouty. He could imaging as he looked that her body would still advertise that she was excited and would be receptive to his advances.
He determined in his mind to go slowly with her this afternoon. He had not allowed himself the release during the afternoon and knew that he was full and his manhood was distended in anticipation of his own climax, but he wanted to extend it and draw it out. This evening he wanted to make love to her and enjoy the slow agony of his release. He knew in his mind that he didn't want it to happen in the soft bed... He wanted her there on the deck... As she stood from behind. Able to watch himself enter her and know that it would be like a deliciously naughty movie with the close-ups of him moving in and out of her.
Travis blinked his eyes, if he stood daydreaming any more the wine could have gotten warm and he would have gotten hot. He walked out onto the deck with both glasses and reached around Brandi to hold her glass in front of her and as he did he kissed her neck.
Brandi was startled by his proximity. She was obviously absorbed in the view and her thoughts that she hadn't heard his approach. There was a sound like an "eeek!" that broke from her throat and her shoulder on the side of her neck where he had kissed her was brought up in a reflexive sheltering response and her other hand below the glass he had held for her moved up so that Travis had to balance himself lest he should have dropped the glass off the edge of the deck. She immediately realized what had happened and with embarrassment apologized.
"I'm sorry, you startled me... And tickled me!" The tone of her voice moved quickly through the range of contrition to defensiveness.
"Touchy aren't we?" Travis said with a great smile, knowing that she was much to strong a woman not to have given into the temptation to have accepted all of the blame.
Brandi leaned into him with her head against his cheek. He felt the warmth of her body and the full softness of her breasts and the full swell of her hips and thighs against him.
"Yes" she said, "Touchy with you."
He had to swallow hard to speak and with a voice horse from the immediate sexual tension she had evoked in him, he could only gesture to the glass he held for her. As she turned back to the railing to take the glass, he moved with her to maintain the contact as she turned. What he had lost in the swell of her breasts was compensated for by the swell of her bottom. He made no overt move to increase the pressure of his loins against her bottom, but neither did she make any movement to move away from him.
She leaned back against him as she shipped her wine. His thirst for the liquid was lost and he sat his glass on the rail as he nuzzled into the soft recesses of her neck behind her ear. There was an intimacy there that had she not been attracted to him, she would not have allowed. She turned her head slightly to allow him access to the softness of her throat... A very primal act of mating surrender.
His hands had found her shoulders and as he kissed moved in a fluid motion down over her arms and then in a gathering motion of possession they swept under her arms and grazed the weight of her breasts as he clasped his hands around her in a bear hug. He could feel her breathing as her diaphragm moved under his hands and the trembling of her breath was exciting to him.