Relaxing in a private corner of the exclusive Skippers Lounge, she snuggled into Keith's arm draped lightly across the back of the booth. Glowing with the ease and relaxation brought on by a few stiff drinks she takes advantage of a break in the conversation to ask, "So what made you decide to bring me up on stage tonight?"
His Irish accent flowing like a forest stream, "Well, I had to do something for you in return for the hospitality you showed me last night."
"Oh really!" Angie replies mischievously, "My hospitality you say. And how do you plan to repay me for tonights hospitality?"
Keith freezes, his face a mask of pleasant surprise and intrigue.
"Didn't you have something you wanted to show me back at your cabin?" she says in a conspiratorial tone as her hand drifts lightly up his kilt.
"Yes!... Yeah, there is definitely something I need to show you in my cabin." Keith replies with a smile and a knowing expression.
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Even as the door of his cabin clicked shut behind them; she found her body drawn to his much as magnets will snap together. Slipping into his embrace, her hands running through his hair; his locks streaming through her fingers like water. Looking up, her lips seek out his. With the deepest of kisses his hands sink down her back and explores her rear. His strong arms envelope her and draw her tight to his chest.'
Lips pressed to his; her tongue gently explores. An electrifying brush with his tongue ignites a flush of heat within her. Fingers laced through his long blond hair she wills her body to melt into his. Pressing against him with ever increasing force she feels him rise in response. Wishing she had more than two arms so that she could hug Keith more completely, the passion within her rising.
Willing herself to tear away she steps back a bit; Keith's kilt comically tented from her erotic kisses. She felt different; last night being wild and breathless with the fevered tempo of a late night rave. Tonight taking on a slower and more deliberate pace; tonight she was going to romance him much as he had done on stage earlier. Knowing where the night was destined to take them she felt vastly more sultry and determined to draw out his attention before allowing him his masculine release.
One knee coyly rubbing against the other she gently bites her lower lip looking down and unfastens the top button of her blouse. Looking up at him through her garnet red hair she gauges his rapt attention. Running her hands down her blouse, barely pausing to cup her bountiful breasts, she smoothes her skirt with a nearly imperceptible linger at her crotch. Returning to open a few more buttons; the corners of her blouse fall away to reveal a flush of green bra. Slowly she eases each successive button through its respective hole revealing more of her wonderful pale skin.
As her blouse falls to her elbows, she gently traces the contours of her bra while looking up at him; it was clear she had a captive audience. Her hands wander to her skirt tugging it downward a few inches. Again, she pauses to check his reaction waiting for that look of expectation before moving slowly, gradually to ease the zipper of her skirt downward. Her skirt finally slips from her waist to fall from the floor. Standing before him in the scantest of covering; his look of admiration continued to embolden her.
With a deft twirl of her fingers she unsnaps her bra and slips her arms free of its loops. Holding the cups close to her breasts she gazes directly up at him before boldly letting the bra fall away. She delights in his distraction; revels as his eyes are involuntarily drawn to her breasts in lustful awe. Cupping each breast she gently caresses herself and tests the weight and fullness of each. Exploring every inch, her delicate white fingers surrounding and caressing her large pink nipples. Bringing her right breast to her mouth she looks up at him as her tongue explores the areola and licks lightly at her nipple; Keith groaning quietly in response.
Hooking a thumb in the waist band of her panties she judges his response; waiting for that eager look of anticipation. Slowly, enticingly, she glides her hand downward over her gently curving white hip. The green lace gathers and bunches before slipping away and revealing the treasure within. With a gasp, Keith drinks her in, entirely nude and ready to be taken. Running her hand over her smooth white belly she smoothes the small triangular patch above her crotch. The finely trimmed red hairs slipping between her fingers she slowly circles her private garden. With a faint moan, head cocked to one side and her hand gripping her breast she boldly explores herself. First her middle finger and then another easily sinks from sight. Prodding and exploring, she feels her passion rising ever higher.
Stepping forward, Keith can take little more of the mind-bursting eroticism. Pulling her close with one arm around her his lips graze her neck. His hand wraps around hers; intertwined their fingers dive and massage her sex. Freeing her other hand she grapples with his shirt; fumbling with the buttons with hormone-laden fingers. Stripping his shirt away she feels his bare muscular chest pressed against her heaving breasts; his lower parts rising between them. Urgently she tugs at the clasp of his kilt; determined to strip away all clothing and free their bodies to come together without barrier.
Both fully nude her lips again seek out his; chest to chest she kisses so deeply as his fingers continue their inexorably exploration of her. Hooking one leg around his hip she opens herself up to him, willing her body ever closer to him.
Slowly, tenderly, Keith kisses her lips and then parts only to return and kiss her gently on the chin. In a measured pace, his lips blaze a heated trail down her neck. Sinking lower he turns his full attention to her snowy mountain range. His large hands nearly overwhelmed by the wealth of her treasures. His tongue both soft and slightly rough he labors to pay tribute to her peaks. Circling and teasing, he draws the fullness of her nipple into his mouth. Gasping, her hand laces into his hair and pulls him to her. With a squeeze he releases the right and takes up the left. Her breasts flush with excitement as he ascends her hills.
Sinking still lower his tongue cuts a path down her belly pausing to plant a loving kiss at her navel. With both hands entangled in his locks she measures his downward progress; lightly biting her lower lip in anticipation. With an electric shock his mouth locates her butterfly. Emboldened by his ministrations she grants complete access to her vault. Both soft and firm, the probing of his warm wet mouth forces her eyes closed in exquisite delight. Leaving nothing unexplored he massages and strokes. With swirls and dips he delves deep into her flower like a hummingbird. Over and again he visits and returns to each province of her inner courtyard. Almost struggling to breathe she bathes in the rapturous pleasure as he rains his intimate kisses on her.
Forcing herself to separate from him against her primal desires she twirls away and lights on the corner of the bed on hands and knees. With a sultry glance backwards she offers herself up; an invitation for Keith to partake of all she has to offer. Her intentions were not lost on him as she feels his manhood on her back nestling between her cheeks. His left hand taking her by the bell-like curve between waist and hip. She feels his right hand running up her torso like a splash of hot oil seeking the heaven of her breasts. Squeezing her tremendous mounds she is enveloped by his masculine presence; pulled close she feels his chest and manhood on her back; the soft cascade of his hair on the back of her shoulder as he bends close to nuzzle.
Clasping her hand to his, together they map the terrain of her copious breasts. His left hand joining his right; a careful circling of the areola; a soft tweak of the nipple. She gazes down at his strong male hands gripping her. The contrast of her beautiful pale skin between his bronzed fingers overwhelming; her face framed by the soft curls of her deep red hair, her breathing reduced to shallow excited gasps.
With her right hand still on his she guides him with the slightest pressure. Together their hands melt down the smooth plane of her stomach. With only the barest of direction she guides his probing fingers to dock with her flower. An audible gasp of pleasure escapes her as his knowing hands seek out her most sensitive places; lands so recently conquered by his tongue. Their fingers locked together and silky with the dampness of her excitement. In and again their fingers plunge in tandem. Slipping into a near trance she focuses on the intense pleasure; willing herself not to slip over the edge she works not to tense up even as their fingers continue the dance. Whirling back and forth; over and in they swirl and plunge in a delicious tango.
With a fluid check of his hips; his javelin approaches her entry. Feeling the hard smooth tip of his spear; her fingers instinctively guide him home. In a motion so slow as to feel like endless minutes he eases forward into her; both hands gripping the feminine shapeliness of her hips. With a gasping groan she adjusts to his girth and length. Experiencing a fullness that no other man had ever brought her, a fullness that nearly bordered on the uncomfortable she received him into her. Bearing down she grinds and presses into his hips determined to experience all of him.
"Mmmm, Angie, you're unbelievable. So exquisite..." Keith utters in his song-like Irish lilt. "No other has ever taken all of me like that..."
"Mmmhmm... you've never had any like me." She responds in a silky near-whisper, "You better not get too excited, we have a long way to go."
Pulling back he eases out, generating fresh waves of ecstasy in her. At the point of separation he reverses course and plunges in again. The intensity of the moment crashes through her body in time his thrusts. With a little more speed he repeats he plunge into her over and over. Overtaken by the passion of the moment she gives herself over to him; offering all of her for his pleasure. Rocking in time with his motions a powerful romantic feeling of closeness with Keith swells through her body.
