A Chance Encounter Ch 01 2

In the midst of a cobalt blue sky, the sun had reached its zenith and was beginning its slow descent to the western horizon, marking the beginning of what would be a long afternoon. Deanna noted it in passing, paying it no more attention than she did to the trees and rocks she had been traversing hours earlier. Her mind was elsewhere, and for good reason. She closed her eyes for a moment, leaned back on the massive boulder she was perched on, and cocked her head upward, basking in the warm glow of the spring sun. With her eyes closed, her other senses instantly intensified. She listened absently to a jay cry angrily from an unseen treetop...smelled the pungent scent of a million pines and firs and spruces...listened distractedly to the gentle sound of the stream she was in the middle of as it wound its way around an obstacle course of rocks and fallen trees, all the while trying to make sense of what had happened, and what was about to happen.

It was then that she felt his hands reaching from behind, enveloping her. Her mind went blank the moment he touched her, as though he erased all reason and judgment and replaced it with pure passion and animal desire. She kept her eyes closed, focusing on the feel of his touch as his hands swept over her body. An instant later, a cool breeze on her chest convinced her that he must have unbuttoned her shirt, and as proof she now felt the material skimming over her shoulders as he pulled the light cotton top off. Without even looking, she knew with certainty that her nipples were already raging hard and erect, straining against the black satin cups of her bra. She could tell by the way they were aching, the way they were begging to be pinched and nibbled and sucked. And then, with a suddenness that startled her, she was falling, or so it felt...as though free falling in slow motion. His rugged hand was pressed to the small of her back, and he was lowering her to the smooth surface of the boulder.

When she opened her eyes, she smiled at the pleasure the man displayed on his face, knowing that it was her voluptuous body that made his eyes sparkle with such anticipation and excitement. She watched him, a virtual stranger that she had met only hours earlier, drop to his hands and knees and crawl to her side. She shut them again in preparation for his kiss, and when it arrived, its intensity shook her to the core, taking her breath away. Every inch of her skin tingled with life, her nipples raged like they had never raged before, her thighs burned with desire. David, the stranger with a confidence as quiet as his voice was suddenly a man on a mission, touching every inch of her body as though he was trying to memorize every nuance of her form. And indeed he was. His hands swept to the sides of her breasts and he squeezed them together. Not bothering to remove her bra, he ravished her breasts as though they were bare, sinking his fingers into the supple flesh, squeezing the hard nubs of her nipples that poked through the thin material, licking and kissing and sucking until the cups of her bra were soaking wet and utterly transparent.

An instant later, with his hands still cupping her breasts, she felt his lips caressing her rib cage...felt his tongue draw a bead down the exact center of her stomach, stopping only when he met the waist of her shorts. Barely pausing, she felt his fingers freeing and opening the nylon belt of her hiking shorts, and all she could do was moan softly and stretch backwards, arching her back against the gentle curve of the boulder as he opened her shorts. Knowing what was coming next, she instinctively lifted her bottom, making it easy for him to lower her shorts, and he did with glee, pausing only long enough to dip his tongue into her belly button and kiss it lightly. The nylon material made a distinctive whirring sound as he guided them down her hips and over her knees. And then like an obedient child being readied for bed, she pressed her legs together and lifted them high, giggling like a little girl as he guided her shorts over her ankles and pulled them free, tossing them idly aside.

Lying nearly naked on a boulder in the middle of a remote wood, Deanna couldn't have been more vulnerable. She was a sensible woman, a strong woman, and yet at this moment all she wanted was to throw caution to the wind and give herself completely to him. "No, that's not exactly true" she thought, "What I want is for him to take me completely." That last thought made her shiver, spreading goose bumps over her exposed flesh. The vulnerability that should have frightened her had the opposite effect. It excited her, filled her with passion and lust, breathed new life into her that she found so compelling that it couldn't be ignored a moment longer. And she soon found that she wouldn't have to wait any longer.

Now poised between her feet, he grasped her ankles firmly in his hands. The strength of his grip sent ripples of excitement racing down her spine and she felt a rush of wetness envelop her mound. His grasp was gentle yet decisive, and told her that even if she wanted to, she had no chance of escaping. She was firmly in his control now and he would do what he wanted, when he wanted. He began kissing her legs, alternating between her right and left. He worked his way up leisurely, as though he had all the time in the world, kissing her ankles, her lower legs. He moved his hands to near her knees, spreading her legs open incrementally as he worked his way up, closing in slowly and surely on her pussy.

The closer he got, the wetter she became. The mere thought of his tongue exploring her was making her crazy. Already tingling, her body began to hum in anticipation...her breathing grew into a rhythmic pant that mirrored the wild beat of her heart. "Why is he making me wait," she demanded silently. But as maddening as his slow, deliberate approach was, there was something appealing about it as well. By pushing her to the limits, her anticipation had grown to a level she had ever before experienced.

Already feeling as though she was ready to burst, he pushed her further still by blanketing her inner thighs with light butterfly kisses, each one a fraction of an inch closer, then retracing the warm flesh he had just kissed by trailing his fingers through, followed by a broad swipe of his tongue. Then suddenly, she felt the feather light touch of his fingertips skim across the front of her panties, making her shudder uncontrollably. Soon his face was buried tightly between her thighs, and the light as a feather touch was replaced with a stronger, more urgent stroke. A loud moan, "Ooooooohhhhh" escaped her lips when he pulled the tiny strip of her thong aside, baring her moist, lush mound. Alternating between his tongue and fingertips, he stroked her slit, toying at each delicate fold of flesh that marked the entrance to her pussy with flicks of his tongue, and then probed her pliant lips, each time sinking a little deeper into her cleft.

Like the bud of a perfect pink rose bursting into bloom, she opened to him, each petal kissed with drops of her own dew. Without being consciously aware of it, she lifted her pelvis, thrusting her pussy into his face, forcing him to delve deeper into her most private spot. Within seconds, she felt her orgasm starting to rise from her core, and he eased back ever so slightly, letting her ebb for a moment before delving in again.

How long his little game of brinkmanship went on, she had no idea. It could have been an hour or it could have been minutes. Time suddenly became meaningless as she immersed herself in the intense pleasure. He was like a chef tending to a hearty sauce, bringing it to a near boil and then lowering the heat just enough to keep it bubbling, but refusing to let it boil over. She began squirming, tossing her body from side to side, biting her lip repeatedly when he finally turned the heat to high.

Planting his thumb firmly between her lips, he pried her wide open as he sunk his tongue in...swirling about...stroking...stirring. Arching her back up as high as she could she began to feel the familiar sensation of her climax grab hold of her body, and this time he did nothing to stop it. Moving his hands to her bottom, he cupped her cheeks tightly, splayed her thighs open as wide as he could muster, and buried his mouth in her. He devoured her, searching every inch while she thrashed wildly...panting furiously. As her sweet nectar begin rising to the surface, he immersed his mouth even deeper, wrapping his lips around hers, sucking her into his mouth...urging her to explode.

With a massive shudder and cry that pierced the silence, she came furiously, every inch of her taut body consumed in a convulsion that resonated through his fingertips. He tightened his grip, prolonging her climax. Her wet, fragrant essence came forth in wave after wave of explosive pleasure, and he lapped up every drop, filling his mouth, coating his lips, his cheeks, his chin until he was glistening with her wetness. Keeping his face planted, he coaxed every last ounce of orgasmic pleasure from her.

Still shaking, the arc of her heaving chest began to ebb. Her panting slowly subsided, returning to sharp, shallow breaths, and those in turn eventually diminished. Completely spent, she lay in a heap with her lover's head still resting between her thighs, and drifted off to sleep, completely unaware that what she thought was the culmination of a remarkable day was only the beginning. That the exquisite orgasm she just experienced was to be merely the first of countless more. That the pleasure he had in store for her had just begun.