***
Lynne was the first to wake up snuggled up into Leif's chest. She could barely remember the drowsy sex of the night before, or the two luscious orgasms he'd given her, one clitoral orgasm to warm her up and prepare her for his entry, and a luscious g-spot orgasm she hadn't even been expecting. She looked at him adoringly. He looked so satisfied and it left her happy and proud. It was wonderful that he felt safe enough to confide his private needs. And, she was beginning to feel the space to feel safe enough to do this with her own needs with Leif as well.
What happened in the truck had been the confession of a need, deep, tender and private. A longing deep inside to make love anywhere else but plain white sheets, tucked away in bed, but she'd been much too shy to confess this longing to Leif. She'd always thought she was dirty for being kinky and wanting, even longing to do sexual things in public with Leif until it just happened. Until he brought her those good feelings in the truck, and made it safe for her to have those longings, by telling her she could have whatever she wanted. And boy did she want to do raunchy things in public with him. There were times when he rode beside her on the subway, and the color flushed to her cheeks, wishing there was a blanket in her lap and he could secretly fondle her.
And, she'd be remiss if she said she didn't enjoy the spoiling and doting she got from him. He was sweet and loving towards her in ways she'd never experienced before. Even her own family never cared for her, and pampered her the way Leif did! Running her all around to little boutiques so she could go antiquing. Making sure she got to participate in all of the fun activities for her first Christmas. Stopping her for ice-cream just because her eyes lit up when she saw the sign. He noticed, and she didn't have to ask.
For a woman who'd been equal parts forced to grow up and adhere to strict rules far before her time, and restricted from being able to experience a full technicolor life, getting to enjoy life out in the open with Leif, without fear of reprisals was beautiful. And he knew she craved affection, and he was always cuddling her and tousling her hair, feeding that deep seated longing that she had for attention. It was almost like he knew already that she had some broken spots that were love starved, and he didn't mind feeding her full.
And now she knew how much he craved her own affection, when he'd wanted to cuddle his flaccid cock between her ass. She thought that it was sweet and adorable that he found her ass so cuddly and he could do that whenever she wanted to with her body that he enjoyed. She would never judge him.
She was learning so much about love, and that loving acceptance was part of it. Freedom to express secret longings or things they enjoyed or needed without fear of reprisal. And it was a beautiful thing.
Lynne loved the picturesque farm. She was a nature lover, but there were not that many opportunities for her to explore nature in New York City. So, she had her garden, and she took time to explore in the park, but being in the middle of nature like this was heavenly. The last time, was when she was on the Bayou, visiting her Creole Granny as a young girl. And Lynne remembered being all set to run out in the fields behind her grandmother, barefooted, just a young girl, and her father pulled her back inside the house, sharply by her shoulder, informing her that young ladies did not walk barefoot on the grass. That had been her big opportunity to walk outside barefooted, because she certainly would never try that shit in dirty ass New York City.
But here, on the farm with Leif there was an opportunity to run around barefoot. She bet Leif took all this stuff for granted, being in the center of nature, because he was raised around this his whole life. But she cherished this opportunity. She couldn't wait to get outside, and see the beautiful sunrise. The open fields and gardens promised great iPhone pictures.
Although they were in California, it was still winter, so mornings were still chilly out. She rifled through her suitcase to find a suitable jacket. She didn't find anything in her own clothes warm enough to wear, so she then went through Leif's luggage until she found a warm looking yellow, fleece, old Navy Parka.
She pulled it out of his stuff, and as soon as she smelled it, she started to feel all warm and fuzzy in her pussy, and the pit of her stomach, because he hadn't washed it before his journey, and it smelled like Leif, like cinnamon, and the minty dreadlock grooming products he used, and even Leif's skin. Just to smell him sent shivers through her.
He held so much loving, erotic power over her, she prayed he never abused the strong hold he had on her heart. But, looking over at him, he was such an angel, she couldn't even conceive the thought.
He was stirring, so she arranged the pillows and blankets around his body so that he would not notice she'd gone, and taken her warm body, and apparently her cuddly ass crack, and went outside barefoot to catch the sunrise.
Lynne shivered with pleasure feeling the cool grass and the dew beneath her feet. It felt raw, earthy, beautiful, and as a pleasure so long denied, even sensual. She imagined throwing Leif onto the grass, straddling him and sexing him like a wild woman, rolling around in the fresh earth. One day she'd tell him when she was less shy. Because getting dirty was forbidden growing up, imagining rolling around in the mud and getting filthy while he sexed her was a deep fantasy, and one she'd used to get off back before he was her man and she could only dream about him.
But each day she spent with Leif conjured up more fantasies than she could ever dream of.
***
He noticed Lynne was gone within five minutes. She'd taken her warmth with her, the sweet furrow of her ass, her lovely scent, and that sweet, soft, tender skin. So it didn't take him long to figure out she'd cuddled him up with the blankets, though he did chuckle at her ingenuity.
He wondered where the rascal was hiding, when he looked around the cottage and didn't see her, but then he opened up the mini blinds and he found her outside, swallowed up in his big yellow parka, looking adorable. Her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, and it looked like she was out running around barefoot. She could be so sexy and cute at the same time. He liked that she was earthy and raw like that, and that she was trying to get in tune to nature even though she was a big "city girl" as he liked to tease her.
It looked like she was standing in the field taking pictures of the sky. She'd gotten up so early to get her pictures of the morning sky, and their gardens that she hadn't wanted to disturb him. But he missed her so much.
His little cutie had taken his warmest shirt for herself, but that was okay. Lynney was more delicate than him, so she could have his shirt. He threw on a white t-shirt to go over his black sweatpants in case the air was chilly, and walked outside barefoot to meet her, the dew still rolling over the grass.
"Well there you are. You took all your warmth and cuddly softness with you, and left me in the bed, cold and alone," he teased.
Lynne giggled. A sweet and happy giggle.
"I wasn't trying to leave you all alone. I just knew I wanted to get up early. I couldn't rest until I got outside, and explored around here. It's damn beautiful, and I didn't think you'd be appreciating this shit, because you're a country boy. You're used to it," said Lynne.
He saw her inhale a huge breath into her lungs as though she was savoring the smell of the morning dew, and fresh, unpolluted air.
"You're wrong. I like it out here. I really appreciate nature's beauty. But you are right that I appreciate it more now that home is New York," he added with a grin.
He stood beside her and put his arm possessively around her waist.
She leaned into him, putting her weight on him, cuddling him from the side. Leif loved how they couldn't stand to be close to each other without being affectionate. It was what he was dreaming of when he asked her, when he was at her house saving her from the mouse, to teach him about love. He was her ardent pupil, and she was a great teacher, just with her sweet softness, innocence and delicate warmth.
He tickled her smaller toes with his own dirty toes.
