We sit up late, sipping our ciders as the sun falls low over the Smoky Mountains. Our cabin is isolated, secluded by trees rich in their wealth of viridian abundance.
The fire burns low surrounded by stones to keep it contained. We lean in toward one another as we talk, giggling and snorting as the alcohol loosens our lips. We tell stories of our past, talk hopes for our future, and make innumerable dirty jokes.
As the sun reaches the horizon we fall silent, moved to muted awe at the final light of the day. It reaches out over the mountains slopes as if to give the land it has watched over all day one final, golden embrace before sinking below the far mountain peaks.
We are left in the silence and the dark, our world diminished to what reality our small fire illuminates. The edge of the porch. The tree line. Most importantly, you. The firelight shines off your hair. You are wearing blue jeans that fit just right. They hug closely to you waist and your beautiful hips. The way you are sitting, facing me, the light illuminates only half your face. The other half is thrown into shadows that only the stars can see. And the stars dance in your eye.
Your Red plaid flannel is rolled up to your elbows. The night is warm and you have undone all the buttons. The shadows nestle in the valley of your breasts and my heart is sick with jealousy. You play with your hair as you look at the stars and I look at you as the silence lengthens. As if by some cue, some unspoken agreement, you set down your cider, stand up and walk over to me. You stop in front of me and look down, hands on your hips, eyebrow raised. I grin, uncross my legs, and set down my cider.
You sit down on my lap, like a kid talking to Santa, but not so innocent. You wrap your arms around my neck and lay your wild head on my shoulder. You nuzzle my neck with your lips as I stroke your hair. Your lips make the short journey up my neck to my cheek and slide over my mouth. I taste your breath. Like cider and honey. I taste your lips full and sweet as ripe fruit. My hands wander across your thighs and over your beautiful ass that stretches the strong fabric of your jeans.
My hands squeeze you, roaming across the surface of your jeans, drawing my nails across the fabric, eager to feel and taste your flesh with all my senses.
You reach back and gently grasp my wrist. You slide my hand higher, over your waist and inside your shirt.
My fingers trail past your soft, full breasts, up your neck, to slide between your sweet lips. You suck my fingers into your mouth, coating them in you saliva, before sliding them out of your lips and into mine. I suck on your fingers like they are the sweetest candy, my blue eyes locked onto your rich brown eyes...
Your mouth parts, your lips stay open as you begin to breath through lungs made tight with lust. Your desire begins to overwhelm your senses and for a moment, as I suck on your fingers and look deep in your eyes, you find you cannot think, you can barely breath. Your heavy breasts rise and fall methodically, hypnotically, lustfully, and I can't take it anymore.
I wrap my arms around you and explode out of the chair. We tumble into the grass. I rip off your shirt and fumble at your jeans. You help. Our hands grow all tangled around the belt buckle. My mind is in a fog, overwhelmed by your nearness, by the vision of your beauty.
You slap my hands away so you can take off your jeans. I close one hand over your throat, the other over your breast, and kiss you deep and long. Our lips are pressed together, my tongue curls around yours as my saliva floods into your mouth.
I squeeze your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple. You moan into my mouth, your body frozen in pleasure. I pull away and slap your face before locking my mouth over yours once more! My kiss covers your chin, your throat, and trails down between your breasts. I grab your jeans and pull them off you with a desperation that seems Bestial and overwhelming.
I wrap my arms around your gorgeous thighs and lift your pussy off the ground and up to my mouth.
You grab my hair in both hands and pull me close to you. My hot breath washes over you, enveloping everything between your legs. You feel my lips close gently, warmly, softly over your clit, the sweet and careful movements at odds with my grasping, clawing hands.
My fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, my nails raise red welts as my beard descends on your skin. Tickling sensations race across your nervous system mixed with pain as my tongue introduces your clit to pure pleasure.
My tongue runs In circles over your clit, flicking back and forth, up and down, wrapping it In a wet, warm embrace. My lips begin to kiss and press against yours and my tongue ventures further down. You squeeze your breasts in ecstasy, twisting your nipples and pulling them hard as my tongue parts your pussy lips and slides Inside of you. You feel me sliding, sucking, spitting and tasting your pussy and you cry out in ecstasy.
My kisses trail lower and you feel my tongue on the flesh in-between your pussy and ass hole. I kiss and lick and tickle your skin with my beard....moments before my tongue slides further down...
Like planets circle the sun, the tip of my tongue slides around your asshole like an object around a center of gravity. It dances and slides and flits closer and closer until I'm licking your ass hole. I raise my head and spit on you, soaking your pussy and asshole together before I slide my tongue back inside your ass. You reach up with one hand and massage your clit, moaning as your ass constricts and convulses in pleasure from my tongue.
