Put Another Log on the Fire

I pulled up to the service station off the highway just as it was getting dark. The trip from my cabin was uneventful, even if it was -30 outside. The roads were icy in spots but, overall, not too bad.

I jumped out of my truck, prepaid at the pump, and started filling the tank. The wind had picked up since the morning, and it felt like -45. The bright side of it all was that Amy was working tonight. That thought alone kept me warm.

She was 5'6" with shoulder-length brown hair, green eyes, great hips and ass, a pretty smile, and nice tits. I didn't know cup size from a hole in the ground. What I did know is that tits came in three sizes: big, medium, and small. Hers would fit nicely in my hand. The lower side is medium, but not too small. Anything more than a handful, and you could sprain a finger.

To put it bluntly, Amy was hot, and I wanted to fuck her. She was working here, in the middle of nowhere, because she wanted to get away from it all after her parents died. You can run from your problems, but they're always in your pocket.

I made a lot of excuses to come to civilization to talk to her. I kept a pretty straight face when I spoke with her—at least I think I did—but once and awhile she had a small, mysterious smile on her face.

We'd talk, and I'd think of freeing her wetness from her pink, silent prison hiding under those tight jeans. Tie her hands behind her back and tease her all day long. Brush that pretty mouth of hers with the tip of my cock and let her taste some precum. Part her ruby red lips and her throat as she takes my swollen girth.

I wanted to French her unspeaking lips. Massage that body until her crease drips with need. Tongue that pink slit until she is unable to talk, and let her taste her own nectar as we slowly kiss.

I dreamed of hearing her gasp when I finally slipped inside and guided her hips as I took her for a ride. Watch her eyes shine as we sink into bliss. I hold her by the hips while she's on all fours, her face buried in the sheets as my pelvis bounces off her ass.

The auto-shutoff on the nozzle clicked and brought me back to reality. The cold wind wasn't doing a thing for the semi I had, so I made sure to pull my jacket all the way down before entering the gas station store.

Amy looked up when she heard the door open, and her eyes lit up when she saw it was me. "Hey, how are you doing?" she asked, flashing that smile.

"Good, thanks," I replied. "A little chilly, but none the worse for wear."

"Awesome," she said, smiling.

"I'm going to grab a few things," I said, picking up a shopping basket.

"Knock yourself out," she replied, smiling again.

I was frozen cock stiff but not from the cold. My basket was soon filled with odds and ends. Not anything I really needed, but just an excuse to hang out in the store.

I approached the till, and Amy started ringing up the goods. "Chilly out tonight, eh?" She asked.

"Oh yeah," I replied. "I can't wait until I get back to the cabin and my cozy wood stove and fireplace."

"You're a lucky bastard," she said. "All I have at my apartment is forced air heat. I'd kill to feel the warmth of a fireplace."

"You can always come and visit me at the cabin," I replied, trying to act casual.

"Wow. Really?" she asked. "I have the next couple of days off. I could come tomorrow," she said, smiling hopefully.

My cock was no less stiff from the moment I entered the store. The way she said "come". A subtle hint or wishful thinking on my part? "Tomorrow would be fine," I said. "Any time you feel like heading out is fine. I'm usually up early."

"Fantastic," she said with a wicked smile on her face.

I gave her directions on how to get out of my place and headed out the door into the cold and dark. It might have been freezing outside, but I was sweating with thoughts of a naked, sweaty Amy riding my throbbing cock. I reached my truck, fired it up, and drove off into the night.

I woke up early the next morning and fried up some thick cut bacon, some hash browns, a couple eggs, and two slices of toast. I'd spent half the night dreaming of a naked Amy, and I was hungry.

I threw a couple of logs into the wood stove in the kitchen and lit the fireplace in the front room. I peeked out the front window and saw some snow had fallen, but not much. The road in should be good.

I jumped in the shower after breakfast. I spent a long time in the hot shower scrubbing my nuts and shaving my junk. Just in case. I then cleaned up the house a bit in anticipation of Amy's visit.

Around 9:30, I heard the sound of a vehicle pulling up to the house. I looked out the window and saw Amy's SUV and her getting out of it. Skin-tight jeans and knee high boots. Fuck me, I thought, hopefully.

She knocked on the door, and I shouted for her to come in. "Good morning," she said as she poked her head around the corner of the front entrance. "God, it smells good in here," in reference to perked coffee and bacon.

"Come on in," I said, taking her coat from her to hang up. Fuck me, but she smelled nice. I didn't know what perfume she was wearing, but there was a twinge in my groin, and it was spreading. "Are you hungry? I asked. " There's coffee and some bacon. I can make you some toast."

"Oh, that sounds yummy," she said. "Yes, please, if you wouldn't mind." She took off her boots and came in to sit down in my armchair.

The kitchen, dining room, and living room in the cabin were essentially one big, open concept. I asked Amy if she took cream in her coffee.

"Mmmmmm," she said in a low, seductive voice, "I'd love some cream."

The way she said "cream" made me look up, but she was surveying my cabin and its contents.

"Cozy place you have here. I absolutely love the fireplace," she said as I came over with her coffee. "Thank you," she said, smiling sweetly.

I was hit with her perfume again. "Dow boy," I thought. "How many pieces of toast would you like?" I asked, heading back to slice some bread.

"Just one, please," she replied. "How long have you been living out here?" She asked.

"3 years," I said. I told her about selling off my construction company and my wanting to get away from the rat race. I explained how I had travelled for six months before coming back to look for a piece of property to build on. "Everything is completely off grid. I have solar panels, a water well, a septic field, a wood and propane stove, running water plumbed in, and greenhouses out back for growing vegetables in the summer."

"You got it made out here," she said. "I'd do anything to have a place like this," she murmured.

Would you indeed, I thought to myself as I came over with her toast and bacon.

"Thanks again," she said, taking a bite of toast followed by a sip of coffee.

We chatted as she ate about life, the universe, and everything. She eventually leaned back in the armchair after finishing her feast. She put her right foot up on the coffee table and relaxed. I noticed she was wearing ankle socks and a gold anklet.

She noticed me and smiled. "Do you like it?" She asked, pulling up the leg of her jeans to reveal a smooth, muscular, well sculpted calf.

I got up to put another log on the fire and said jokingly, "the bracelet or your leg."

"You tell me," she said, her face slightly flushed.

"Can I take a closer look?" I asked, walking towards her.

"Please do," she said in a low voice. Her leg opened up for me as I came and kneeled down in front of her. I played with the anklet for a few moments, my heart pounding, then ran my hand up her calf.

She just looked at me boldly and blushed. "Do you like it?" She asked.

"Very nice," I said, making my way up to her face and inhaling her perfume. I was rock hard as I leaned in to kiss her, my boner pressing into her groin and abdomen.

"Oh my," she murmured between kisses that went from lip touch to tongue swirling in seconds.

I unbuttoned her jeans as we kissed and saw her lace panties.

Amy eased back into the chair and opened her legs wide to give me better access. I could feel her warmth as I pressed in.

She fumbled with my belt buckle and zipper as we sucked face. In no time, she was rubbing me through my underwear and "mmming" as the kisses became deeper and wetter.

"Bare calves and ankle bracelets," I whispered as I inhaled her perfume and kissed her neck. Her head fell to one side, and she wrapped her legs around me.

"Very impressive," she whispered in my ear as she rubbed my hard-on again.

I lifted her shirt over her head with her help and unclasped her bra from the front. She took it and flung it off to one side. "Release the hostages," I said before leaning in to kiss her again.

She giggled for a moment before trying to swallow my tongue again.

I leaned back and pulled Amy forward by her hands. She stood up, and I kneeled before her unzipped jeans. The curls of her hair framed that beautiful face as she looked down at me.

The smooth motion of her jeans falling from her hips fully reveals her camel toe and panties. Her willing hands guide me while my eager mouth provides kisses to her midriff, etched with the nibbles I write.

Damp, sheer lace that barely covers that smooth mound catches my gaze as I cup her pussy. Her erotic perfume leads the way to my destination as my covetous tongue reaches out with joy at the treasure it has found. That smooth, contoured form awaits my slow invasion.

I push her back down in the chair, put her legs on my shoulders as she gazes at me with anticipation, and slowly pull her panties off to reveal her perfect pool of moisture.

Her full breasts I hold her in the palms of my hands as her nipples ache to be sucked. I thumb one nipple and gently flick my tongue over the other, reversing on my next fly by. The slightest graze takes her breath away.

I can feel her stickiness on my chest as I tongue her nipples. Her contours are scented with hunger as crocus tips are kissed. She plays with my hair as I minister to her right-sized breasts.

My tongue works its way down her pleasure trail to the intoxicating drink of her hips as her graceful folds cling, the rise and fall of her chest, and slow satin breaths bind her hands above her head. The spill of her skin is near perfection.

Amy's lips of cherry blossoms, honey glaze designed, were wet from my kisses. Spreading her legs wide, I am face-to-face with her pink snowflake, which melts on the tip of my tongue at my first lick. Amy's eyes close as she grips my hair.

My mouth devours her silent pleas, sensually feasting on her flesh. The curves of that creamy moon drip with vanilla snow. I am entangled in her pink cocoon.

A strangled groan escaped from her lips as my tongue traced intricate patterns over her clit. My name was barely a whisper from her lips, a desperate plea for more and more of my tongue torture. Two fingers dug deeper into the flesh of her hips, pressing her to the couch as my tongue explored.

Traced paths with a finger, careful not to miss an inch, so slippery and divine, my tongue close behind. Her body vibrated in resonance, with waves of lust lapping at the shore. The shivers start to ripple outward as I enter the open door. The blazing fireplace painted warmth on her open thighs, and her centre was left stained by my deep, tribal kiss.

Moans become louder as I tongue her clit, fingering her at the same time, the trickle of her honey becoming a flood. She opens her legs as wide as she can as I tongue her flower. Her body starts to shudder as she cums and she wails out loud in pleasure.

She has a smile on her flushed face as the aftershocks of orgasm ripple through her. "I want to taste your cock," she says between twitches.

I stand up and drop my jeans to the floor as she leans forward, her hands on the tops of my shorts. She kisses my bulge. She pulls down my shorts just enough so my mushroom tip pops out. She gently kisses the side and inhales the scent of my precum leaking out of me. "So fucking thick," she whispers as she tongues the eye of the snake.

She spits on my tip and pulls my shorts all the way down, pressing my cock against my abdomen. Amy then licks my shaft from my balls to my tip in one long motion. She turns me around and pushes me onto the armchair. She smiled wickedly as she started to stroke my cock.

In a surprise move, sweet little Amy pushes my left leg up, and she starts to rim me, licking and tonguing my ass. It tickled a little but made my dick ache. She then started to suck my balls as she stroked my shaft.

She raised her head and let a string of spit drip onto my tip. It slid down my shaft, and she used it as lube to keep stroking me. Her mouth wrapped around my head, and her tongue swirled around my neck. Amy was talented.

She sucked for all she was worth, taking as much of me into her throat as she could until she gagged. She came up for breath, panting and looking up at me before going down again. This went on for 5 minutes or so, and she asked if I was close to cumming. "No," I said. I cum when I want to, and right now i don't want to."

"Fuck me," was all she said before sucking and stroking me for a couple of more minutes.

Finally, I stood up and said, "The foreplay is over. It's time to fuck."

I lifted her into the big arm chair so she was sitting at an angle, legs wide open. My eyes never left hers as I positioned myself at her entrance. She took a deep breath, and I slowly pushed myself inside her, exploring her tight walls. A mix of pain and pleasure crept across her as I filled her. I pushed all the way in and gave her time to adjust to the sensation.

I began to fuck that gorgeous pink slit, slowly at first, and then with an increasing rhythm. My thrusts went deep, filling her completely; our gazes locked as I worked myself in and out of her.

Each thrust caused waves of pleasure through her body that showed on her face and came through in her moans. My hands guided her hips as I kept up the rhythm, my thrusts coming faster and harder.

I leaned down and caught her lips in a tongue filled kiss as I continued to fuck her mound. The cabin was filled with the sound of our heavy fucking, her screams of pleasure, and skin slapping together. The pleasure was building up inside me, and it was spilling out of her.

Amy abruptly put her hands against my chest and pushed me off. What the fuck I thought...until she pushed down onto the armchair.

She climbed over and mounted, hovering above the ivory tower, slick with her pink butter. Finger's grip on throbbing veins, as down drips her wanton rain. The feel of my strength as I push between those petals of passion again. Her pussy walls clamped down on every inch, gliding into pleasure. sheathed by her.

Full breasts were held in the palms of my hands as nipples needed to be sucked. I obliged as she rode me to another climax. I sat back and watched her cum again, guiding her fuck motion. The slightest graze took her breath, an intoxicating drink of my lips as I tongueed her neck and nipple while my pelvis thrust up and into her in a perfect rhythm.

Her graceful pink folds clung, as did the rise and fall of her slippery thighs. I feel the impending eruption building in my cock as Amy rides. Multiple "Oh yeahs" from me let her know I'm about to cum.

She looks into my eyes as I lift her off me, and she drops to her knees, taking my slick cock in hand and pumping me. Her mouth is sucking as much as she can as I shoot my first spurt into her mouth. Her head lifts up a couple of inches, my cum spilling out of her mouth even as I shoot more into it.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck yeah...!" I groan as she coaxes my cream out of me. It's all over her face, running down my cock; it's on her hands and on my abdomen. She starts to clean up my stomach.

Amy licks every drop, my pulsing cock in her hand, as her tongue heads to the base of my cock, where she licks me clean. Then my balls. With a finger, I push her hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear. She then starts to clean my shaft, slurping up the cocktail of my cum and her cream.

"That was fucking amazing," she said, kissing the tip of my cock. "Simply amazing."

She was a beast riding me. Sweet, innocent looking Amy.

"Well, you had better get ready because there's plenty more wood for the fireplace," I told her as I positioned her on all fours on the chair.

Amy looked back at me, her sweat covered back arched and her ass up high. I stroked her sticky pink mound with my once-again hard cock. The look of pleasure as I pushed into her small world again was gratifying and the day was still young.