*The Crisis - by Kissing Fever*
Mimi’s exasperated sigh sent a puff of steam through the frozen winter air as she pulled the car over. A flat…that’s all she needed with the winter storm coming in, already having dumped 5 inches of snow in the mountains. She had left her office party about an hour ago and still had another hour to travel before she arrived at her parents for Christmas Day. And now this.
She opened the door and stepped gingerly into the snow. Sure enough her tire was as flat as a pancake on the bottom. Picking up her cell phone, she tried to dial but there were no towers nearby. Another sigh. She’d be freezing shortly since she was still in her Christmas garb, a red velvet dress trimmed with white fur around the bodice, and matching red stiletto heels. Not an outfit to be in while trudging through the snow. The theme for the office party had been Vamps and Tramps, not unusual for a costume franchise headquarters. And of course Larry the Lecher (well that’s how the ladies referred to him) was in charge AGAIN this year and so his idea of the men sucking the women prevailed. Mimi wasn’t the type to tramp it up too much but she felt her crimson Christmas dress hugged her body deliciously yet was more than modest compared to say….Tina the fake hooters babe’s virginal white cocktail dress that dipped too low in the front if you know what I mean. Uh huh. You could feed an army with those things and she probably had.
Just when Mimi was about to give up and grab her emergency blanket out of the trunk, the sound of a truck came reverberating down the slippery road. She peered off into the storm and saw a black Yukon barreling towards her. Waving frantically, she yelled stop, hoping her outfit would act as a red alert and that the driver wouldn’t think she was a loon. Sure enough, the large dark truck came to a halt nearby and Mimi watched to see what would step out. Ignoring the ominous tune of Dueling Banjos playing in the back of her mind, her eyes widened as a good looking, tall, trim man stepped from the driver’s side. As he closed the door, the first thing Mimi noticed was that he was not wearing a wedding ring. Things were looking up.
As he walked over, she made her plea, rambling on before he could get a word in.
“Thank goodness you stopped! I have a flat tire and with this storm coming in, I need it changed quick so I can be on my way. My parents are waiting for me and I need to get going! And my office party was tonight so I’m still dressed….”
Mimi watched the man’s piercing blue eyes as he looked first over her car, then slowly studied her dress. She began to get angry and stomped her foot before thinking, splattering a fair amount of slush on her fishnet stockings.
“If you’re just going to leer at me, then I’ll wait for the next car!”
A slow grin spread across the man’s face as he looked up at her.
“Ma’am…I was just thinking how cold you must be and wondered if you wanted my coat. But if you’re not interested….”
“Oh! Wait…I’m sorry!” she stammered, managing a weak smile. “I would indeed appreciate a coat.”
Mimi watched as the man reached into his truck. His body seemed to flex beneath his clothes and Mimi got a glimpse of a darkly haired chest as his coat opened a bit at the collar. Her breath caught in her throat as a vision of him sliding his warm body over hers formed in her mind and she visibly had to shake her head to rid herself of the illusion. This guy looked very lickable.
“Here you go…you ok?” the man asked Mimi, studying her intently as he handed her his coat, wary of her look.
“Yes I’m ok, and very grateful.”
She slipped the coat on and found herself inspecting him yet again as he stepped over to look at her tire. Her breath became unsteady as he bent over to grip the tire, and his long fingers clutched the rubber wheel. She squeezed her eyes tightly to ward off naughty thoughts of where those fingers could do the walking, then became aware that her legs were shivering and her feet were frozen from when she stomped her foot. Thankful for the cold, she opened her eyes and found the man standing a foot away, his hand outstretched. She gasped, realizing that he moved as stealthily as a panther with a body to match.
His incredibly gorgeous but now mischievous smile erupted as he took her small hand in his and said, “Name’s Stephen and it looks like you’ll be bunking with me tonight.”
*The Ride - by SilverFox*
Although the invitation was enticing, she was puzzled and asked, “Can’t you just change my tire?”
Stephen replied, “All you have for a spare is one of those wimpy donuts and you would be taking a big chance driving through these mountains in the snow on it. Don’t worry, I have plenty of room at my place and it is only about ten minutes from here. Besides, from the looks of that outfit, we need to get you someplace warm really fast.”
Mimi thought for a few moments then resigned herself to her fate and agreed to go with Stephen to his place. She still was having slightly wicked thoughts and smiled a slightly evil smile at the realization that he had at least noticed her attire as he escorted her to his truck. Maybe, she thought, this wouldn’t be such a bad way to spend Christmas Eve.
She tried to look graceful as she climbed onto the running board but the stilettos and the skimpy costume were not exactly designed for getting into a high SUV and she stumbled a bit mostly from the elements but also from the fact that she was trying to steal longing glances at Stephen’s body as he assisted her into the passenger seat.
Once they were in the Yukon and buckled in, Stephen took one last look at Mimi’s car to make sure that it was safely off the road.
He observed, “We can come back out tomorrow when it is light and the snow hopefully will have stopped by then and if you want, when we get to my place, you can use the phone to call your folks to let them know that you are ok.”
She smiled at him and replied, “That would be nice, you are very kind….thank, you.”
As they were driving, she asked, “How come you live up here away from everything?”
He replied that he was a writer and the remoteness and solitude helped in his concentration.
About ten minutes later, they made a turn into what appeared to be a long driveway, which by this time was covered with a few inches of snow. Mimi noticed some lights coming from a cabin at the top of a gradual hill. Stephen stopped in front of a garage that was attached to the main structure by a covered breezeway. He got out and walked quickly to the door and raised it. Mimi again took the time to admire him…this time from behind. Those broad shoulders, she thought, that tight waist and mmm…that behind…how she would love to be able to touch it.
She was still lost in her reverie when Stephen got back into the truck and pulled it into the garage.
“This is where we get out, Mimi.” he said as he got out of the truck. On the way around to the passenger door, he paused to close the garage door. He opened the door of the truck and the first thing he noticed was that Mimi had let the very short dress she was wearing ride up so that her shapely thighs were exposed, even from under the warm jacket she was wearing. He offered her a hand to step down from the high seat, remembering the smooth attempt she had made to get in. As she stepped down, her body brushed against his and her face was at the level of the base of his throat and she could feel her heart beginning to pound…not so much from the effort to step out of the Yukon but from the closeness that she was to him.
They both stood there for what seemed like an eternity. She could smell his cologne and he felt her breasts lightly pressed against him.
Reluctantly he whispered, “We had better go inside.”
*The Bath - by Kissing Fever*
Mimi was pleasantly surprised upon entering Stephen’s cabin. She’d expected a dirty wood floor throughout the place, dishes piled high in the kitchen, and an outhouse in the back. Stephen explained that while the cabin was in a remote area, it was decked out with some of the finest furnishings around. The couple he’d purchased it from were from the city and the lady of the house had made sure that luxury abounded. There was fine China for dining, a king-size bed with a gorgeous down comforter, and while there was no shower, in its place was a claw footed tub made of swirled marble. Mimi was in heaven.
“You don’t mind…do you?” She nodded towards the small bath, indicating that she’d like one. There was no door on the wide opening but the tub was in a corner and if Stephen was careful, he could avoid seeing her in the nude while still going about in the cabin. Mimi’s job at the costume factory was a model for their catalog so she had taken her clothes on and off so often in front of men that she rarely thought twice about it. But with the nearness of Stephen, not to mention him being a stranger…well…she didn’t want to take any chances. The idea though of a hot bubble bath outweighed any staring the man might do.
Stephen apparently had no qualms about Mimi’s bath because he smiled approvingly at her request.
“Be my guest.”
She started the water and turned to watch as Stephen headed towards the kitchen. “Mmm mmm good.” She thought to herself, gazing at the way his jeans fit. She imagined her hands all over those jeans, in more places than one, then reality hit her as the snow started melting on her clothes. Bubbles! That’s what she needed in this bath! Kicking off her shoes, she quickly stepped up on the covered seat of the commode and opened the cabinet door above, hoping to find Mr. Bubble. There! She reached up as far as she could on her tippy toes, and tried soooooo very hard to reach the box. She couldn’t reach it and in fact nearly toppled over. Suddenly she felt the grip of Stephen’s hands around her thighs, holding her securely in place. She turned around to thank him and found his eyes had strayed to where her stockings stopped and her thighs began…..way up high. Stephen dragged his eyes up to hers and murmured something about being careful as his thumbs traced the lace hem. Mimi turned back to the box of bubbles and a secret smile stole across her face. Stephen hadn’t let go yet and she found herself quite drawn to him. Grabbing the box, she placed it on a counter and Stephen helped her down. He left without saying a word and Mimi poured in the bath soap, wondering what he was thinking. Her eyes lit up as the bubbles started to accumulate immediately and she quickly shed her clothes and stepped into the warmth. Sinking gratefully into the bath, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Bubble your troubles away” indeed.
After a few moments, she sat up a bit and heard some pans clanking around. Stephen must be fixing something for them to eat. What a generous man. He’d practically saved her life and opened his home to her and had remained a gentleman the entire time. But Mimi was thinking her thoughts again…naughty thoughts…thoughts that included those large hands roaming all over her body. She began washing herself, lathering up easily and soaping her entire body. Careful not to get suds everywhere, she gently splash the warm water against her and let it slide down her body, forcing the bubbles lower. Laying back she washed her hair, then sitting up quickly she squeezed the water out, twisting it and placing her clip in the thick hair to hold it in place. A few stray tendrils lay damp against her neck but she ignored them. She turned over and let her tummy relax against the bottom of the deep tub, wallowing in the womblike feeling. Giggling to herself, she almost called out to Stephen to come join her, knowing that would throw him for a loop.
Suddenly she hushed. The sounds in the kitchen had stopped.
“Stephen?” she said weakly while turning over, afraid that he had left her.
“I thought you might need a towel.” Suddenly Stephen filled the open doorway with his masculine frame, taking Mimi’s breath away yet again. He had taken off his outer shirt and was only wearing jeans and tight tshirt. Mimi quickly stood up to take the towel, the bubbles fighting over which ones could trail down her body the fastest. Stephen gasped and Mimi realized what she’d done. She apologized profusely and grabbing the towel, wrapping it around herself and loosely tucking in the fold. She stood looking pretty as a picture to Stephen, and yet he remained speechless, his eyes apparently still seeing what was under the towel.
“Do you by chance have something I can wear?” she asked, trying to dry her arms and losing the battle as the towel slipped almost totally off. The terry cloth was a bit rough against her pale skin and was giving it a soft pink glow.
Stephen simply turned and left the room, returning a moment later with a deep blue thirsty robe that hung to Mimi’s feet. He stayed as she started to untuck the towel and she didn’t turn away. His eyes traveled to her well formed breasts, nipples soft as petals from her bath. She had no idea how scrumptious she looked. Her trimmed bush was natural blond and still held a few drops of water clinging to the silken hair. Mimi watched as Stephen swallowed, then his hands reached for her. She thought he was going to push the robe off…but surprised her by pulling the belt around her, tightening it snug against her body.
“Time to eat.” He said huskily and walked out of the bathroom.
*The Hunger Begins - by SilverFox*
As Stephen headed for the kitchen leaving Mimi wrapped snugly in the large terry robe, his body betrayed his feeble attempts at composure. He felt a throbbing desire growing rapidly in his tight jeans and he needed to put a little distance between Mimi and himself in order to regain control over his body.
“Damn!” he thought. “Out here in the middle of nowhere, a storm raging and the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen standing naked in my bathroom and I am getting a hard on like a giddy teenager.”
Stephen had always prided himself on his composure and demeanor around women. He wasn’t cocky about it but he had always tried to be a gentleman and do the right thing at the right time. An erection couldn’t have come at a worst time. He had wanted to impress Mimi but not with the size of his growing manhood….at least not yet. A small smile spread across his face as he remembered seeing Mimi standing in the tub with the bubbles caressing her beautiful body. He was jealous of those bubbles…very jealous.
Her voice rocked him back to reality. “Stephen, do you need some help?”
“Ummm..er..no thanks” he stammered “I have it under control.”
“Sure I do” he thought, not believing a word of what he had just said.
“What are you making?” Mimi inquired.
“Well, I thought a nice old fashioned meal of country pancakes with lots of butter and maple syrup would be nice.” He replied. “It would be good to get something warm inside you too” he mentioned. Something warm inside her was what he was thinking but it had precious little to do with food.
“Mimi” he called “could you get that bottle of wine over there in the cabinet in the corner?”
“Sure” she giggled “do you have white wine or red wine with pancakes?”
They both broke into laughter, which helped Stephen with his growing “problem.”
He finished setting the table as Mimi brought the wine to the table. He set out a platter heaped with steaming hot pancakes and a pitcher with fresh maple syrup. Mimi had trouble averting her gaze at his body. He wondered if she noticed his bulge. Not much he could do about it at this point.
They both sat down on either side of the table and began to eat. The pancakes were delicious and the wine, although a bit unorthodox with what is normally breakfast fare, added a nice and romantic touch. As they were eating, Mimi had somehow allowed her robe to open a bit revealing a creamy cleavage to Stephen’s view, which was not helping his “problem.” In fact, his erection, thankfully hidden under the table, was beginning to grow once again and he was faced with thoughts of what he would do should it become necessary for him to stand up. Stephen looked into Mimi’s eyes as he reached for the pitcher of syrup. At that moment, Mimi decided to become frisky and she slid her bare foot up inside the leg of Stephen’s jeans under the table. Upon feeling her foot on his ankle, he jerked and proceeded to spill the syrup on his t-shirt and down onto his lap soaking his jeans. He jumped up quickly without thinking, revealing to Mimi a huge bulge in his pants. Mimi’s eyes became riveted on it and for a moment Stephen wondered if she was going to reach across the table.
“Damn!” Stephen exclaimed. “I have got to be the world’s biggest klutz.” As he looked at his syrup drenched clothes. As he looked across the table at Mimi, he noticed that she was gazing at his crotch. He then began to realize that his worst dream had been realized but that she was in that dream and thoroughly enjoying it. Mimi said that Stephen probably should remove his jeans right there so as to keep from tracking syrup through the rest of the cabin. He was a bit embarrassed about it but realized that it was the right thing to do.
He kicked off his shoes and quickly began to loosen his belt and slide off his jeans. Mimi respectfully looked away for a moment but she stood up and came over to Stephen’s side of the table ostensibly to help gather the jeans and keep the syrupy mess from going any farther. As she moved closer, her hip brushed against Stephen’s dark green boxers causing the head of his now fully erect penis to burst through the fly. Mimi’s instantaneous reaction was to slip her hand under his throbbing member and let it rest in her palm. Both her gaze and Stephen’s were riveted to her hand as her fingers absently began to caress him eliciting a soft moan from deep within him as he stood there still holding his sticky jeans in his hands. Before he knew it, Stephen dropped the jeans onto the chair in which he had been sitting and he placed his hand against her cheek, caressing the creamy skin. His fingers began to work their way into her soft blonde hair, which caused her to shudder and moan in response.
Before he knew it, Mimi dropped to her knees in front of Stephen and placed her lips against the inside of his thigh. She began to drag her tongue through the coarse hair and was lapping at the maple syrup residue that had made its way through the denim of the jeans. Her hand continued to caress his manhood, now fully erect complete with throbbing veins and a purplish head. She gently wrapped her fingers around its girth, which was sizeable and began to stroke along the length. She slipped her fingers up under the leg of his boxers, brushing the tips against the side of his balls. Stephen stood there motionless or at least as motionless as he could, considering that he had a beautiful woman bushwhacking his private parts, sending small waves of pleasure through his body.
Mimi stood up again in front of him, her hand still cradling his throbbing cock. She looked passionately into his eyes and purred “Looks like it is your turn in the bathtub.”
*Tiny Bubbles - by KissingFever*
Mimi found it hard to believe she could be so brazen. Stephen had had a simple accident and yet when he stood up and she saw his thick bulge exposed in his Levis, she lost all train of thought. Then when he had stripped of his jeans and his cock had sprung free from his boxers she instinctively reached down to touch him. Mimi still wasn’t sure what made her do it…the devil she supposed. But she was very glad she had.
After standing up and telling Stephen that it was his turn for a bath, she walked into the bathroom and started the water in the tub again, sprinkling in some bubble bath for luck. Really not caring if men used bubbles or not, an idea crept into Mimi’s mind and she hoped Stephen would allow her to play….for want of a better word. She turned to see where he had gone and found him closely behind her, again that stealthlike movement taking her by surprise.
“Let me help you with those boxers.” Mimi said, turning a very docile Stephen to face the wall. She began to tug on the band of his boxers and pulled them over his hips and down his thighs, revealing a softly rounded ass, covered with fine downy hair. Mimi fell to her knees once again and started kissing the back of Stephen’s ass, his warm cheeks feeling soft against her luscious lips. She felt his hands press against the tiled wall to hold himself up as her mouth went lower on his body, kissing that delicate line where his mound and thigh met. Her nose tickled the hairs and she found herself biting gently on his tender flesh. Above her Stephen quietly moaned as his ass cheeks flexed against her mouth. As she turned her head to place her cheek against his mound, she noted that the water level in the tub was finally full.
“Are you ready?” she inquired, reaching over to turn off the faucet. She looked up at Stephen and his smile couldn’t be more revealing. He turned to face her and she discovered that his cock had grown even more turgid. Her eyes slowly made their way up his gorgeous body until they rested on his face. Then she simply took his hand and pulled him over to the frothy tub, it’s white bubbles gleaming in the light. As Stephen stepped into the tub, Mimi left to get some candles that he’d lit for their dinner. She brought them into the bathroom and turned the light off. The room was now aglow with a soft romantic light…perfect for lovers.
She knelt down by the tub as Stephen soaked in the bubbles. She reached across him and grabbed the liquid soap and dribbled it over his cock which was laying semi-flacid between his splayed legs. She slowly coaxed his cock into an upright position with her tiny fingers until his shaft was covered in white soapy pearls. Reaching down below, Mimi felt the roundness of his balls and her hand moved slowly over them to caress the rest of his throbbing treasure. She carefully drug her nails across the fleshy sac as Stephen laid his head back and sighed.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered.
“Resistance is futile.” Mimi replied, a wry smile spreading across her face. After that Stephen was putty in her hands…well almost.
Playing a bit more, she finally gripped his cock soundly and felt his abdominal muscles tighten as her hand started to move up and down, fingers gliding and causing friction at the glans. Stephen moaned and moved in her hand, his eyes closed and his face contorted with pleasure. His cock was incredibly large and erect and it was almost more than Mimi could bare to continue sliding her hand up and down the large member without jumping in the tub and sliding on top of him, guiding his fat cock into her moist pussy. However, Stephen was so close that she wanted him to cum now…..she wanted him to splash his hot seed into the bath until he was literally drained.
She began to stroke him faster as he slid his hand into the robe she was wearing to fondle her breast. Their mouths met and as Mimi’s hand unconsciously stopped moving over him, Stephen reached down and closed his palm over hers to continue the rhythm that had him ready to explode. With one more groan into her mouth, Stephen started cumming into the warm soapy water and all over Mimi’s hand, his pelvis arching up to meet her fingers, begging for release. Her tongue dipped down into his mouth and started playing with his tongue as his creamy juice mixed in with the bubbles, rendering it undetectable. His body bucked up against the water and tiny splashes flowed over the tub until at last they slowed down. His hand eased over hers and then stopped altogether as they finished the kiss, moving their faces over one another’s in a soft intimate caress.
Mimi finally stood up and belted her robe back in place as Stephen rose from the water, his body now awash in seductive bubbles. He dried himself off and followed Mimi out of the bathroom and into the den, drawing her to him in a loving embrace. Her hair was still damp from her bath and he kissed the top of her head, sending little shivers down her spine with that simple act of affection. Then he pulled her to the large bed and threw back the heavy covers, inviting her to slide inside the silky sheets. She lay down on the bed but off to the side and Stephen took advantage of her position to lean over her and plant a soft kiss on “the spot”..that delicate area that all women have below their shoulders. Mimi in turn found herself engulfed in a forest of soft hair that she’d spied earlier peeking above his shirt. Stephen smelled wonderful…and she could hardly wait to see what the night had in store for them.
*Release - by SilverFox*
As Stephen leaned across her, kissing her “spot”, he reached down to the terrycloth cincture that held the robe closed around Mimi’s beautiful body. Deftly he loosened the knot, opened it and parted the robe to reveal her silky white skin…her luscious darkened nipples, which were beginning to stiffen with her arousal…her soft belly below which he could see her gossamer blonde curls which formed a garden around her moistening womanhood. He inhaled her sweet scent as she likewise inhaled him still fresh from his “bath.” She lay motionless save for subdued moans as her body was beginning to respond to his actions.
“MMM..you smell so good, Mimi.” He whispered “and you are so beautiful.” Her reply was a soft groan of pleasure and a squirm against the confines of the robe.
Stephen took his lips from her chest and placed them upside down on hers, tasting her…feeling her breathing into his mouth. As they kissed, he managed to slide her arms from the sleeves of the robe and she reached up to cradle his face in her hands as their kiss deepened. Resting his weight on his left hand, he began to trail his fingertips over her body. He began at the “spot” where he had kissed her and then moved his right hand across the roundness of her right breast. His fingertips formed a cordon around her areola as his palm brushed her now fully erect nipple.
He felt her exhale into his mouth as they kissed and he knew that her body was responding to what he was doing. He continued to kiss her…loving her sweet taste…letting his tongue slip in teasingly past her lips, withdrawing it then slipping it in once again. He repeated this over and over as his fingers were on her nipple…pinching slightly and pulling gently on it. She began to suck on his tongue with her lips and moan gently as he caressed her breast. Mimi took one hand from Stephen’s face and placed it flat on her belly, her fingers caressing her own soft skin. Then she suddenly reached across her midriff and grasped his right wrist and guided it down to her lower belly, across her soft mound and into the tuft of blonde locks. He could immediately sense that she was aroused because her hair had become very moist and he could feel the outer lips of her pussy becoming swollen with her excitement. She further guided his middle finger to her clit, which by this time was fully engorged. He slid his finger along it and gently brushed it back and forth. As he did, she moaned more loudly as they continued to kiss and taste one another. She squirmed more forcefully now.
Breaking the kiss, she hissed “God that feels so good.” Then she kissed him hard once again.
It was his turn to break the kiss now as he whispered, “Mimi, I need to taste you.” With that, he moved around to the other side of the bed, never letting his finger leave her throbbing clit.
“Don’t go away.” He admonished with a knowing smile as he moved past her. He heard her moan softly and looked at her as a pleasured smile crossed her face. Upon reaching the other side of the bed, still gently strumming her clit, he looked at her. Her face had become slightly contorted in ecstasy and her left hand had moved over to gently cup her own right breast where Stephen’s hand had been. Her fingers were gently kneading her nipple and he knew that she was lost in a world of pleasure and he wanted to keep her there. Looking down at her he thought again “Damn, she is so beautiful!”
With his hand still at her pussy, he leaned over to place a soft kiss on her navel. Then he let his tongue gently probe into it. As he flicked his tongue he felt her shudder. He loved the taste of her. Her skin was so soft and smooth. He couldn’t help inhaling as she smelled so nice, a mixture of her own perfume and the bubble bath soap. He then moved his face across her smooth skin. Mimi squirmed under the stimulation of his warm breath and his three day stubble.
Stephen moved his face to the hollow of her right hip and then over to the center of her womanhood, grazing her silky skin with his beard, causing it to flush slightly. He withdrew his finger from her clit and in its stead placed his tongue on it …gently. He tenderly licked it and then surrounded it with his lips causing Mimi to shudder once again and release a torrent of her sweet juices against his face. He sucked on her clit and let his tongue flick against it. Taking his thumbs, he parted her lips. He ran his tongue around the outside of those luscious lips, tasting the very center of her and he loved it. He then probed deep inside her, feeling her moistness on his face and her heat all around him. He moved his face all around, his tongue lapping wildly as his stubble grazed on her exposed lips and the inside of her creamy thighs. He felt her shaking uncontrollably and he knew that she was in the throes of a deep orgasm. Her sweet juices flowed over his face once again as her body arched involuntarily. He could see both of her hands cupping both of her breasts. Her moans had now become a visceral growl as she released.
Stephen was loving this. Here was an extremely beautiful woman who was giving herself to him after giving him a tremendous orgasm of his own. The more he thought about it, he felt his cock beginning to harden once again. He felt it stiffening against his thigh and as it became larger, he felt it brushing the comforter that was covering the side of the bed as he knelt there.
After gently releasing her lips, he placed a soft kiss on them….then he gently kissed the inside of her right thigh and then her left. He then rose to his feet, noticing that his manhood had once again become fully erect. There was only one place that he wanted it to be. He knelt up on the bed between her parted thighs. Slipping his thighs up under hers, his throbbing cock rested on her mound. Grasping his shaft with one hand and parting the hood covering her clit with the other, he began to circle the head of his cock around her clit. As he did this, Mimi lifted her head from the bed to see what he was doing and he heard her moan “Ohhh Goddd” as her body began to squirm with pleasure and her head fell back down on the bed.
“Let’s see what Santa has for you.” he whispered, his eyes gleaming as he watched her smile slide slowly across her face.
*Come Together - by Kissing Fever*
Mimi cried out as Stephen entered her….his length sliding slowly inside, teasing her inch by inch….several inches as a matter of fact. Her arms were flailing at her side as he coaxed his swollen cock into her warm pussy. Grabbing the bedspread, she gasped out his name as he smoothly pushed his way in. Stephen continue to tantalize her with his shaft, then lowered himself to kiss her softly on the mouth, claiming her. She tasted herself in the kiss and began to relax a bit as he slowed his strokes altogether, finally coming to a stop.
Mimi was breathless. Stephen seemed to know exactly when to stop, to suspend her next climax so that they could cum together, no words were needed. His mouth was soft on hers, kissing her tenderly, feeling each sultry expression of the kiss. Their tongues automatically found each other as the kiss deepened and the sighs returned. Then Stephen backed off and lovingly stroked the hair on her forehead as he gazed at her. She returned his intimate smile and then did something she hadn’t done in a while, she embraced him inside her soft velvet walls. Stephen’s arms weakened when he felt her holding him, pulsing slowly against him. He lowered himself onto her again and began to move on impulse.
The two of them continued that way for some time, Stephen being able to take his time since he had cum earlier in the tub. Now he was thankful…as was Mimi. He was so thankful in fact that he wrapped his arms around her and rolled over, pulling her on top of him. She grinned wickedly and sat straight up on his cock, tossing her hair back, her soft pale skin glowing in the moonlight with pink nipples satiny as tulip petals. Her hands started to caress her tummy, then moved slowly underneath her supple breasts as she began to play. As she gazed at Stephen, she found his eyes locked on her fingers. Every little move she made, he was watching her. Fingers caressed playfully around her soft mounds as she smiled down at Stephen who’d propped his hands behind his head to watch. Mimi’s nipples stayed surprisingly soft and full until she touched each one with her index fingers, causing them to each tighten up into a large plum colored nub. She tugged on them a bit and laughed lightly at Stephen who’s cock had just twitched inside her. His smile was strained as he watched her fingers roam over her supple breasts, but his hands never moved. Mimi knew he didn’t want to spoil his voyeuristic fun.
Again her long fingers strayed over her tight nipples then slid briefly down to her pussy where they found some slippery precum. Mimi touched the area where she and Stephen joined…amazed at the oneness of them. Then Stephen’s hands reached down to grab her hips and pull her to him again for a kiss. Deeply they kissed and began to rock back and forth. Their lovemaking grew more intense as each one started trembling, becoming more desperate for release until finally the climatic moment came with both crying out. Mimi threw her head back and screamed while Stephen held on for dear life, thrusting into her as deeply as he could, forcing his seed inside her, letting out a wild groan. Their bodies writhed together as if in flames until at last their ardor cooled and they both gasped for breath. Mimi then collapsed upon Stephen, her body revealing a light sheen of sweat as she lay exhausted upon him. Stephen took her in his arms and held her tight, his cock now lying dormant inside her. He stroked her damp hair as she turned to lay her face on his torso, feeling his heart thumping madly within his chest. She smiled one more time to herself as she plucked at some fine hairs, thinking that her earlier flat tire was worth it all. Stephen’s fingers combed through her hair as he whispered a soft goodnight to her and they fell asleep joined together, finally relaxed after a night of frolicking fun.