Cabin Repair 1

Wondering why she hadn’t learned her lesson the first time she rode up this awful road, Marie felt nauseous as she stepped out of Stan’s pickup truck. “Honestly Stan, I feel like throwing up.” Wishing she had Lisa with her to commiserate with, she headed for the cabin pronto, hoping to keep her breakfast down.

“I’m sorry, Hon.” And he was, too. One of these days he needed to bring the cat back in here to smooth the road out. A road grader would be even better. The bumps and curves in the roads combined with the smell of fuel and dust in his truck only made things worse. Sighing softly and wishing she didn’t become car sick so easily, he began the task of moving their things to the cabin, hoping for the best.

By the time she reappeared, looking much better, he had the pickup unloaded. It hadn’t taken much to coax her to come along with him to the cabin, but he felt bad for it. Maybe the roof repair he had in mind was critical, but the very next thing just had to be the road. Maybe that’s why their friends hadn’t come along? Nah, it probably wasn’t that, but they’d miss them. But come to think of it, Melissa was supposedly ‘busy’ this weekend, too, and wasn’t able to make it. He chuckled to himself. Yes, the road needed to be made a priority, or they wouldn’t get any of their friends to come back there with them, which would be a shame, because it was a lovely spot, and he had big plans for it. “Feeling better?” he asked.

She nodded her head, smiling as his eyes fell immediately to her stunning legs. She’d changed into what she called her ‘daisy duke’ shorts, and they were unmistakably flattering in all the ways she’d intended.

He grinned appreciatively.

Marie’s husband was not a man of many words, but she saw all she needed to know in his eyes. He was her Prince Charming, and all man—hers! He was the one person, aside from maybe her cousin who she grew up with, that she felt completely at home with, who accepted her for what she was, and didn’t ever try to make her something she was not. Some of her friends called her ‘naughty,’ and that was okay. Marie knew it was true, and that was all the more reason why she appreciated this handsome, reserved man. He made her feel good to be exactly how she was, good, bad, or otherwise. And tonight she was going to knock his block off!

“Well, I’d best get up there and get it done. Roofs don’t repair themselves,” he chuckled.

“Kay,” she said, giving him a seductive smile that all but reached into his pants. “I’m gonna’ get some sun.”

Leaning the ladder against the eaves of the cabin, Stan climbed upward with his tool belt. He’d first noticed the leak next to the chimney and thought he’d start there. Sure enough, there it was. The limb must have come down in a storm, and come down hard at that, because it was still sticking out of the roof in a clean puncture. After appraising the situation, he returned to the ground to gather the materials he needed.

Hearing her lover outside whistling while he worked, Marie grinned at herself in the floor length mirror. Completely naked, she briefly looked at herself with the saucy confidence which was her nature. Whether it was wrong to think so or not, she happened to love the body God had placed her in. It was flattering when heads turned when she entered a room, but more than that, she loved the joy it brought to her when sharing it with her husband, and what he had awakened within her that very first night of passion they had shared. The ‘poor’ man would have been content with just once, but he had not known just what had been started. It had been one of the few times she ever blushed, when she was the one who approached him for the second round. With a little patience, he had been more than ready to oblige… so many memories. Pulling on a white bikini, she fit it over her lovely shape, appraised herself one last time, and then went outside.

He was on the roof again when she came out, and he whistled to her softly. Hearing him, she turned around and looked up at him. “Hey, big boy,” she called. “Have any time to repair me?”

As if she needed repairing. His grin broadened, and he removed his hat, doing a bow from the roof… then catching himself as he slipped.

“Watch out, big boy,” she laughed. “I don’t know how to repair you if you fall off the roof!” With that she walked over the lush green grass to the edge of the lake. Her feet padding out on the small boat dock that her cousin and husband had constructed on a different weekend, she cleanly dove off the end into the water. It felt like ice at first, but as she swam around, she became used to it, looking back at her ‘hard’ working husband as he attacked the roof with gusto.

And he was hard, too, which was a distraction to his work. He certainly enjoyed the skimpy swimsuits she liked to wear, but more than that, he loved her confidence, which was infectious. Trying not to make the roof worse, the sound of his buzz saw’s piercing cry filled the air as he cut out the section to replace. Sawdust blew upward into his face in thousands of little shards as he cut out a clean section of roof.

Returning to the dock after her swim, Marie spread out her blanket on the warm boards, and reached for her tanning lotion. Reaching behind her, she untied her bikini top and put it to her side, setting free her glorious breasts to enjoy the sunlight’s kiss. Her body already naturally bronzed, it was probably not necessary to ever tan at all, but she loved it for relaxation… and for the reaction she knew she’d provoke in the man on the roof… just so long as he didn’t fall off and hurt himself! She slathered tanning lotion over her body until she gleamed in the light.

It had the desired effect. Stan looked down at his lover with pent up need ready to explode. It wasn’t ‘fair’ that she could do this to him so simply, but it was true. Maybe that darn ol’ roof should just fix itself, while he went down and addressed matters that were much more important. Doing his best to focus on the job at hand, he pounded in a brace under the roof to hold the new board he was putting in place. “Ouch!”

She heard him yelp, and looked up. The poor man must have hit the wrong ‘nail.’ Well then, he’d just have to practice his aim a little, that was all. The thought gave her a smirk, though she hoped he hadn’t completely flattened it.

Dang bust it! Sucking his thumb like a two year old, Stan pulled it out of his mouth and examined the damage. His thumbnail now was a lovely shade of purple. ‘That’s your fault,’ he mouthed the words while looking over at his tantalizing bride. He’d never say the words out loud, though he knew that she’d probably agree with him… and then laugh!  Well, what else was a man supposed to do when a gorgeous woman took her top off anyhow? Not look? It wasn’t possible, and she was surely taking advantage of his sensibilities. And then his deep chuckles overtook him. ‘Pay attention, old man,’ he told himself, and settled back to his task, though still observing her out of the corner of his eye.

She heard him chuckling on the roof and wondered what he was thinking. Lying flat on her back, she looked down at herself, admiring the rise of her breasts, and the swollen nipples which pointed upward to the heavens. The sun felt wonderful as it caressed her skin, and she was glad for the freedom to do it. While he would probably object to her doing it on a public beach, he didn’t mind when she did it in private, or with their closest friends.

Grinning with the memory, she remembered when she and Lisa had completely derailed the conversation of their husbands. They’d been talking about the farm on the deck behind their house, or some such nonsense, while their wives enjoyed the sun. She still remembered the sharp intake of breath as they both ceased talking at the same time when they suddenly realized what the girls were up to. It had taken them awhile to find their voices again, too… and then to try to pretend as if they didn’t notice. It had been hard not to laugh at the poor pups! Lightly flickering her fingertips over her nipples, she sighed with contentment, feeling alive with joy. The little butterflies of pent-up need fluttered through her tummy, and she shivered.

She looked up to the roof once more, deliberately touching herself, and wondering if her husband was noticing. He hadn’t. In fact, his back was to her now. The cad! She wondered if he’d done it on purpose just to get some work done, and grinned.

Stanley had done just that, as a matter of fact, and he was making progress, too. The new boards in place, he descended the roof and picked up the tar paper and composite roofing materials. The sounds of his banging hammer again filled the air as he tapped the materials into place, and fixed a leak that had been a thorn in his side.

The interior would be Marie’s to fix. And come to think of it, how come she wasn’t inside fixing the stain damage made by the water that leaked in, rather than lying out here and… Stan looked out at her again and grimaced, suddenly not caring what she did inside the house. Her face was filled with happiness as he watched her hands flicker over her breasts and press lightly over her tummy, slippery with the oil in her fingers. Picking up his tools, he descended the roof for the last time, and put things away.

Striding across the yard to the boat dock, his clomping boots suddenly sounded loud on the dock boardwalk. She looked up at him, squinting her eyes in the sunlight. “All done?” she asked. He nodded, and simply watched as her hands gently felt over the luscious contours of her breasts. She looked up at him. He looked so sexy standing there in his work clothes.

“Want to make love outside?” Her voice was soft, and the look she gave him seemed to reach inside him and grab him by the heart… well, maybe not his ‘heart’ at the moment, it was by something else, but close enough.

“Yeah, I do,” his deep voice rumbled. “And don’t blame me if you get slivers in your butt from the dock. You’ve been provoking me all afternoon.”

“Oh, Stanley!” her laughter pealed into the air. She felt his hands at her waist, and lifted her legs so he could tug off the rest of her bikini. “Me? Provoke you?”

Stanley heard her only peripherally, his eyes mesmerized with her beauty, the narrow strip of pubic hair seeming to mark the pathway for his eyes to follow to the supreme softness of her femininity, which had been waxed to perfection. She opened her creamy thighs, purring pleasantly with his hot gaze. “All yours, lover!” He met her eyes briefly, which met his gaze solidly in return. He didn’t have to wonder which of them was hornier.

And then with a smirk, and purposefully butchering a famously uttered line from a Navy captain, Marie giggled, “Damn the slivers. Full speed ahead!”

Laughing himself nearly hoarse, and listening to his mirth reverberating from the surrounding hills, Stanley shrugged out of his work clothes, leaving them in a heap on the dock until he was as nude as she. His rock hard penis bobbed in front of him, as if leading the way.

“Oh, gosh, honey, you look great!” Marie’s soft voice spurred him on.

Gently kneeling between her legs on the hard boards of the dock, he felt her soft fingers gently guide him into her. He tenderly opened her smooth legs, kissing her foot and enjoying the touch of her soft skin against him. Both watched breathlessly, as he gently parted her soft folds, and became one with a woman who meshed perfectly with his soul. He felt enormous, and powerful inside her, and she loved taking every single part of him into her, and the unspeakable closeness it gave them. He groaned with sweet pleasure, which filled her with satisfaction and acceptance.

Pushing to a stop, Stanley leaned over her, trying to catch his breath, knowing already he wouldn’t last long enough. He never seemed to last long enough for his own liking, though it had never mattered, because he’d never been the one who needed to slow down! He smoothed a hand over her forehead as she arched her breasts against his chest.

“Oh, golly, Stanley, I—” Marie’s voice loosed, her high pitched cries coming in gasps as she writhed beneath him, seeming to pull him into her like an all-consuming vortex. He felt her legs clasp around his back as he looked into her eyes, which seemed to stare right through him as if immersed in another world. His own throaty cries tearing loose, he thrust incoherently within her, and both forgot about any slivers.

She felt him moving within, loving the supreme sensation of his body filling hers, and withdrawing, and then surging forward again. She cried again as he found his joy in her, continuing his wild thrusts even as the warm spurts of his semen departed him to become part of her as he collapsed over her softness.

The silence that followed seemed almost deafening, and both had almost blushed at the sound of their desire echoing off the surrounding hills. The sound of a buzzing bee zipped overhead, and the soft breeze whipped up little ripples of the lake as it caressed the dock. They’d both been wrong – it wasn’t the slivers at all that were the problem. It was the darn boards of the dock which felt as hard as a rock. Mercifully he withdrew from her so she could sit up.

“Wow!” she breathed, flashing him a smile. Drawing a finger tip through her vulva, she brought it to her lips and tasted their mutual passion. “Tastes good, lover.”

Sitting next to her a groaning Stanley appraised his cherry-red knees. It hurt like the dickens, but it had been worth it.

Picking up their clothes, they walked to the house together.

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Cabin Repair 2

“I’m hungry,” Stanley announced. “I’ve fixed the roof, and fixed—”

“Oh no, lover, you haven’t done near enough work to fix me yet.”

“Well, I’m going to need something to keep up my strength.”

“So you shall,” Marie giggled.

She wasn’t the cook that her best friend, Lisa, was, but she’d brought along enough treats to keep him satisfied. Dressing again in her daisy duke shorts, she helped him get the grill ready for a few hamburgers. And it seemed to do the trick. Stan was in a jovial mood, having completed at least the task for which he came. She even tricked him into helping her clean up the dishes, which was a rarity!

Sitting down and picking up a magazine, Marie left for a moment, returning in an off-white, gauzy lingerie set. It made him put down the magazine in a heartbeat! “Do you like it?” she asked.

“Is grass green?” he asked dumbly, admiring what he could see through the flimsy material.

“I thought you would,” Marie giggled. “I borrowed it from Lisa. I don’t know where she found this one, but she knows how to pick them!” And then her voice softened, “Are you ready to go again, lover?” He smiled up at her in loving acceptance. “Come undress me.”

Standing up, he shrugged free from his clothes, and approached her as she sat down seductively on the edge of a desk. Reaching behind her, he looked into her sparkling brown eyes, which were filled with mischievous delight, and gently unsnapped her top. Tenderly peeling it off of her, he set her breasts free to his gaze once again. Subconsciously he sniffed her top, stopping when she giggled.

“You sniff everything, don’t you!”

“I can’t help it,” Stan mumbled. It was true. He did sniff everything – clothes, books, the upholstery his new pickup, even the tool belt she’d given him for the Christmas before.

“Does it smell like Lisa?”

He sniffed at it again. Come to think of it, it did, as he caught the distinctive scent of her perfume. He looked over at her and nodded. Unable to wait for him, Marie stepped out of the tight briefs and twirled them on her finger. “Gonna’ sniff these, too?” she asked with a saucy grin. The idea of her wearing her best friend’s lingerie was a turn-on to him, and she loved pushing his buttons.

“I’ve got much more important things to ‘sniff,’” Stanley mumbled, standing to hold her at the waist. She sat back on the desk and looked up at him, her long brunette hair fluttering behind her back as her head tossed in unspoken invitation. Drawing his face to her warm breasts as she arched them beautifully upward, he felt surrounded by her beauty, especially when he felt the whispery softness of her legs clasp around his waist. Attempting to support her, his hands found her smooth back, loving the touch of every part of her soft skin. He felt the same raw hunger that he’d always felt with her, something intoxicating to his soul that kept him coming back for more and more as an addiction of the best kind. Had he not felt such fulfillment with her, the feelings that washed over him with her frankly would have scared him.

Happy-go-lucky self-sufficient Stan. That’s how it had always been or seemed, until he met Marie, when he made the disconcerting discovery as to just how much he truly needed another human being’s love and affection in his heart. It had hit him like ton of bricks. “Don’t be too quick to fall in love,” his father had warned with a wink, his final advice before sending his son off to school. But what did his father know anyhow?

The first he had seen Marie, she was aimlessly wandering around one of the numerous school parking lots at the university. He was walking along minding his own business when he saw her out of the corner of his eye. He could only see her from the waist up, one hand clutching a cell phone to her ear, and the other gesturing furiously as she talked animatedly with someone. She walked here, she walked there, she walked everywhere around the parking lot as if she had not a single care in the world except what was being spoken into her ear. He later teased her that she looked like she was breathing fire. Utterly fascinated, he stopped dead in his tracks and simply watched her, mesmerized by her antics, and knew he was a ‘goner.’

He later learned she was having an argument with her cousin. It had been utter nonsense, though he didn’t dare tell her so at the time. It was her typical response when she was on the losing end of something, which was to pour on more bluster… and he strangely found it very sexy to watch, all the more so when he felt irresistibly drawn to her. Finally feeling strength return to his legs, he’d moved from his position into the parking lot as she snapped her phone together with a flourish. She stood there, her brown eyes flaming with life amid a flushed face, hands on her hips as if defying this calm approaching stranger to disagree with her. He also saw something more, his own body traitorously turning against him at a critical juncture. Just what he needed at a time like this! He’d long wondered if mini-skirts should be outlawed on account of the ‘distraction factor,’ but growling under his breath, he now wondered if hemlines merely one inch above the knee should also be banished as well. Or was it two inches? He didn’t know, because her face commanded his attention, and his gaze had sharply whipped to hers as she spoke to him for the first time. Even still, he hadn’t forgotten those gorgeous, bronzed legs.

“Stanley, what are you laughing about now?” His whiskers tickled her breasts, as did his rumbling chuckles.

“Ah, it’s nothing, Babe.” Wincing, he felt her draw him closer to her with her legs, those same beautiful legs he still loved from the first moment he’d seen her.

“You’re a horrible liar,” she mused. “But you know what, I really don’t care.” Drawing him closer, she felt his warm manhood tickle along her narrow landing strip. Drawing his face up so she could look him in the eye, she smiled. “Do you know how to use that thing, or did you miss the sign that said ‘insert here?’”

“I think I missed the sign, Hon. You didn’t exactly tattoo directions down there.”

“Well—”

“But I don’t think that’s what you need right now,” he cut her off.  Being stronger than she, he gently broke the clasp of her legs, drawing a trail of kisses from her chin across her breasts, and then downward over her flat stomach, swirling a tongue in her belly button before continuing lower. He felt her hands tangling in his hair as he continued his journey, his lips nuzzling against the soft bristles of her pubic hair before continuing lower. Stopping, he simply sat on his knees, and admired her, remembering again their first meeting in the parking lot, when he’d instantly wondered where those pretty legs ended. He’d immediately rebuked himself for the thought at the time, but he knew the answer now… and it was a most lovely place.

Leaning in, he kissed her smooth vulva, her scent familiar, and immediately comforting. The small gesture immediately registered with her as she tossed her hair and looked down at him, a crooked smile on her face. “Why do we always choose to make love on hard objects, Stanley?” she drawled, her voice thick with arousal.

“Don’t know, Babe,” he chuckled, realizing anew that he was also kneeling in front of a desk. Heck – it was where she chose to sit down, wasn’t it? Leaning in, his lips found her again, his tongue flickering out to capture the special taste that was her, and to experience the joy of opening her passion.

Driven nearly to madness with the moist thrust of his tongue in her soft cleft, she arched her back again and nearly cried. In many ways it didn’t even seem right to experience such happiness. She thought of her co-workers and those she met every day at the hospital where she worked. Broken lives, broken homes, broken marriages. And here she had this awesome man who had been brave enough to approach her when she’d had some stupid argument with her—. All thought stopped as she felt his tongue flicker across her clitoris. Goosebumps and flashes of heat seemed to radiate through her simultaneously as she looked down at him again. He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers as he loved her with his mouth. And this time she did cry out, looking at the ceiling once again as lights burst through her head, her legs coming up to surround his head against her.

It was all he could do to hold on, as she writhed in flushed passion, her high-pitched cries a long-cherished crescendo to their lovemaking. It was a supreme pleasure to tip her over the edge, and he felt the same fascination wash over him anew at simply being a part of this glorious woman’s life. Every sound and movement she made was familiar to him, and yet it seemed new all over again. His tongue continued its swirling, loving path around, over, and through her beauty, her cries reducing to contented whimpers, until she cried again with the crushing waves of pleasure that consumed her soul. Her moist fluids warmed his lips and cheeks as he drank deeply from the cistern of her pleasure. Her capacity for desire and pleasure had always amazed him, for though he was hopelessly unable to ever match it with his own, the joy he found in simply being there to experience it with her was inexpressible.

Losing strength in her arms to continue holding herself upright, Marie felt herself falling backwards onto the desk, even as her lover kept himself close in rapturous embrace with her passion. She felt his strong arms catch her in the nick of time, as everything seemed hazy, her vision blurred from what he did to her. All at once she was next to his chest, cradled in his arms as he carried her to their bedroom. The contrasting softness of their bed on her bum after the hard press of the desk was a welcome relief, as was the sheltering warmth of his arms, soothing voice, and simple presence. She would never have enough of the pure ecstasy she felt with this man! Maybe she wasn’t the sweet person that her best friend Lisa was, but it made her love him all the more, that he appreciated her for who she was.

On her back, and still delirious with the glowing aftershocks of pleasure that shimmied through her body, she felt him gently open her legs, and then pure warmth as she felt him slip into her, joining her in blissful oneness. He stretched her arms above her head, and tenderly overlaid her form with his, pressing her into the softness of the bed. And then he simply rested, his weight pleasant on hers, his face nuzzled against her ear as two hearts beat as one. There generally wasn’t a thing in the world that ever intimidated or scared Marie, but at the moment, she treasured the feelings of being loved, protected, and cherished. She wouldn’t have minded if he found his own pleasure, though she was too exhausted at the moment to join him, but it wasn’t what he sought, for now wanting only closeness with her as she rested.

Marie’s exhaustion was only temporary at best, as Stanley soon discovered, as her frisky tongue flickered in his ear. “You going to plow me into the bed, or just lie there, you big hunk?”

“Hmm?” Stanley’s voice rumbled in her ear. The very sound of her oft-times naughty voice made him pulsate with pleasure. He heard her giggle as she felt him twitch within her.

Instinctively looking upward, Marie saw only the ceiling boards and groaned.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t see you in the mirror. I like watching your cute butt wiggle when you’re inside me.”

Stanley had no idea what his butt looked like in the mirror, and frankly didn’t care. That being said, the mirrors had been a terrific investment to their bedroom, even if it did raise a few eyebrows amongst some of their friends. But he didn’t care what they thought, either. All he knew was it had been great fun.

“You know what I wish I could have right now?” she whispered.

“What’s that, Babe?”

“Oh, Stanley… if you had a twin, I… I think I’d want you both.”

“Two gorillas at the same time, eh?” Stan quipped.

“Oh no, lover,” Marie shushed. “Two gorgeous men… I’d watch in the mirror…”

“What would you see?” He always enjoyed her whispered fantasies. It was simply part of who she was, something that made her glow with excitement. Truth be told, her vivid imagination always turned him on, too.

Their faces were together now, and he peered into her sparkling brown eyes. “Would you like to see that, Stanley?” she asked, her voice husky and seductive. “To watch two of you… one splitting me open…” She squeezed him again, making him shiver with pleasure. “And the other thrusting in my mouth.” Now he felt her shiver beneath him.

Her voice whispered on, curiously arousing him to the point he felt beside himself. He had absolutely no intention of ever sharing his Marie, but dog gone-it if there wasn’t something about her voice and the way she told it that made him harder than a baseball bat! She was strong, too. In a moment of not paying attention, Stanley suddenly realized that she was now on top of him, undulating her hips as she rode him. Her breasts swung gently above him, full and lovely, and he sighed happily as she gently lowered them to his face.

“I think you like that, don’t you lover?” Smiling as he nodded dumbly, she tenderly withdrew the length of his burgeoning manhood. Softly kissing his cheek, she whispered, “I want you in my mouth.” Kneeling between his outstretched legs, she looked down at him admiringly while tying up her hair. Taking him in both hands she blew lightly on him. She looked at her fists, each gripping him one over the other, and the mauve tip of his penis’ crown which stood proudly above. “Golly, Stan – you are huge!” Lowering her pretty face and looking up at him while he watched, she kissed the weeping slit in his crown, tasting his sticky juices and her own, a sweet cocktail of desire that fueled her passion all the more.

He watched his manhood disappear inside her lips into the welcoming, wet, warmth of her mouth as she swirled her tongue around him. He felt her smooth skin against his thighs, the softness of her breasts and legs. In back of her bobbing head, her pretty bum was raised high into the air. He suddenly wished he could indeed be in both places at once, enjoying the sweet pleasure of her mouth, and thrusting into her from behind.

As if reading his mind and wanting to give him a peek, she turned herself on the bed, straddling him, backing her femininity into his face and again taking him in her mouth. Her spectacular breasts felt like a cushion of softness on his belly, the rigid tips of her nipples lightly tickling against him. His tongue flickered out to taste her once more, and she quivered on top of him, pressing her smooth thighs against his rugged face.

Holding him tightly at his base, she looked down at his magnificent penis, which seemed to wink back up at her, even while he gave her excruciating pleasure from behind, his tongue flickering all over her femininity and into other places that drove her wild with excitement. Sighing softly, she took him once more, relaxing her throat as he passed deeply into her. She smiled at the effect it had on him, and could feel his ragged breaths against her vulva as he gasped in sheer delight. She loved doing that to him! Bobbing her head up and down the entire length, she nearly made him mad.

“B-babe!” he finally gasped.

Raising her pretty face from him once more, she stared down at her handiwork. He was nearly purple and throbbing with anticipation. “Or, maybe what you need, lover,” she paused, blowing lightly on his swollen length. “Is a threesome… with my best friend!” Quickly taking him again, she swallowed him deeply as a long, throaty moan left his lips, reverberating through her body against her soft skin.

Involuntarily gripping her hips and holding her to him, he moaned and cried against her soft vulva even as she felt the rhythmic contractions of his penis, and the pulsating spurts of his semen finding refuge in her tummy. His mind suddenly flooded with the kaleidoscope of her erotic imagery, he thrashed on the bed, trying to hold onto her slender body as she stuck to him, her own erotic desires culminating with his in shared ecstasy. He felt her muffled moan around his swollen length, and then her ecstatic cries of fulfillment again as she finally released him, holding him against her as he painted her cheek with the last throbbing pulsations of his desire. He felt each quiver and shake of her slender body full length on his, even the gentle squeeze and release of her hand at the base of his manhood as she enjoyed the passions that consumed her completely, or so it seemed, until he lifted her to new heights with the touch of his tongue once more. He loved the gentle thrust of her bum against him involuntarily, as if seeking to place herself even closer to his love. He loved the tickle of her narrow strip of pubic hair on his chin, and the taste of her complete feminine joy as she attempted to pour herself into his mouth. His gentle caresses on her back, bum, and legs, sent little, chilling shoots of pleasure through her that seemed to propel and accentuate the rest of the pleasure he gave her throughout her entire body.

Long moments later they rested together, her slender frame still twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure. Lifting her head, she looked down to still see her hand clasped about his penis, and smiled. Moistening her lips, she tenderly encircled his now softening crown in her lips, her tongue flickering out to taste the creamy remnants of his release. “Tired of the view, Stan?” Her voice sounded soft, though loud, in the room. She heard his muffled response, and twitched with the flicker of his tongue. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” she giggled, gently falling to the side of him. Keeping one smooth leg over his chest, she looked up at the ceiling. “I think we need to invest in a mirror out here.” Pleased to hear his answering chuckles, she sat up beside him. “I better get you some juice.”

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Cabin Repair 3

He watched her nude form retreat out the door to the kitchen and counted his blessings, even while wondering if a glass of juice could possibly rejuvenate him completely. Momentarily she returned. “Rested enough?” she asked. If only! He groaned inwardly just watching her come into the room, admiring her beautiful, vibrant figure, and playfully cursed the biology that required him to wait.

“I think you done did me in.”

“Done did you in? Where did you go to school?” she laughed. “How about a hot tub, then?”

“Sounds good, Babe.”

Being the more energetic of the two at the moment, Marie left him with his juice. Crossing the room she opened the faucets to the ‘hot tub,’ which was scarcely more than a glorified bath tub, filling the room with the sound of rushing water. It appeared small now, but it gave her a smile just to look at it and remember the time they had visited this place with their closest friends. No, it certainly wasn’t designed for four people, but they’d made it work… even if her cousin had complained that his knees were protruding from his armpits while sitting in there. Well, this time there would be just two of them, and it would work fine.

Returning to her husband, and still wearing only her brilliant smile, she coaxed him off the bed with her hand. “You know,” he mused, “you really are in a good mood when you get laid. Ow!”

Her hand stinging from giving him a swat for good measure she quipped, “I don’t see you complaining.”

“And I thought only my front parts needed a good soak,” Stanley groaned.

“Nope, you better scrub them all.”

Moments later the two were seated across from one another in the steaming hot, bubbling water of the tub. It seemed barely large enough for just the two of them, but it would work, and give Stanley enough room to wash his ‘parts,’ and then time to ‘rejuvenate.’

Distracted by the lovely bronzed leg she lifted free of the water, Stanley winced as her other foot explored more interesting territory. “Hey now! Watch the fancy footwork or you might put me out of commission for good!”

“Just checking to see which direction the compass was pointing,” Marie smirked.

“Which was?”

“South,” she pouted. “I wonder if he needs mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.”

“Could be,” he chuckled.

“Well, for the moment, lover, why don’t you try pressing on the throttle right… there!” Leaning back against the side of the tub, Marie clasped her thighs around his leg and foot. She giggled when she felt him twitch his foot side-to-side on her slippery skin. “Ever had a toe-gasm?” His rumbling laughter in reply reverberated through his foot, as his toe gently caressed her smooth vulva.

“No, I can’t say that I have,” Stan laughed.

“Hey – touch right… there.” She shifted in her seat and sighed contentedly.

“Hey – yourself! Do you love me only for my toe?”

“Oh Stanley,” Marie put on her best mocking expression. “How shallow do you think I am? You know that I REALLY love you for that massive organ you tote between your legs…”

“I’ve never been to Oregon,” he drawled. “But I sure don’t carry it between my—”

“I said ‘organ’ not ‘Or-ee-gon,’ you ding dong!”

For once getting the jump on her, Stan sent a powerful wave of water towards Marie in the close confines of the tub. Seated lower in the tub than he was, he howled with laughed as she lost her balance, and slipped under the water. She came up sputtering, and returned the favor, both of them splashing the other until they were breathless with exertion.

“Hey Babe,” he finally breathed. “We’re going to run out of water pretty soon.”

“There’s more in the lake,” she said helpfully.

“Good thing there isn’t any carpet anywhere near here.”

“Are we a pair of juvenile delinquents, or what?”

“I think we fall under the ‘or what,’” he returned.

“I think you’re a bad influence on me.”

“Look who’s talking.”

Their ‘bath’ finished, they exited the tub and toweled off. Exchanging a sheepish grin, Stan embraced his bride. Resting her head on his shoulder, she heard him whisper, “I love you, Babe. You’re more fun than I deserve.” His hands felt warm and reassuring as they caressed her smooth back, ever as much as her soft curves meant something to him as a man that couldn’t be put into words.

“Hmm – I think I detect a mighty oak rising from the jungle.”

Staring at the ceiling and shaking with laughter, Stanley growled, “The jungle? Hey – I keep it trimmed down there.”

“You know what I mean.”

Their foreheads touching together, he looked into her mischievous brown eyes. “You are insatiable,” he whispered, his eyes wandering lower to her breasts, the rigid tips of her nipples tickling against his chest hair.

“I have reason to be,” she returned. “It’s not every girl that gets to take a hunk like you to bed every night.” His eyes flashed back to hers and he winced, as she gently clasped his ‘mighty oak.’ “Come, lover.”

Grasping his hand in hers, she led him to their bed. Looking at him again, her face animated with a delight unique to her personality, she continued, “You’re my secret, Stan. If all my girlfriends knew what I have, I –” Her voice trailed off. Actually, her best friend did know. She and Lisa shared everything. But that didn’t count.

Stanley was positive that he must have had the goofiest grin on his face, but he didn’t care. Marie was a handful, but dog-gone-it if she didn’t make him feel good! And the reverse wasn’t exactly true, he reflected. It took only ten seconds in being around Marie for others to know what he had. With her, what you saw, and what you heard, is what you got. And brother – you got it with both barrels at that. Chuckling, he reached down and lifted her onto the bed, and then joined her.

Grasping her ‘oak’ in hand, she nudged him until he was on his back, and then knelt between his legs, her eyes locking with his as she kissed the tip of his penis. Giving him a squeeze that he felt all the way to his toes, she looked at his manhood, admiring his strength and shape, the rounded curve of his coronal ridge, and the dimpled tip of his gleaming crown. The crown of a prince – her prince.

Biting her lower lip, she looked back into his eyes, and reached for a tube of their favorite lubrication on the nightstand beside the bed. While her lover watched with mesmerized eyes, Marie opened the tube, the warm clear fluid escaping onto her hands and his swollen phallus. Gently twisting her grip around him, he watched her hand erotically caress the fluids into him. Her other hand held his skin tantalizingly taut at the base of his abdomen. Her long hair fluttered around them, wisping across his skin when she leaned in close, and then moving in a flourish as she tossed her head. Her eyes met his again as she stroked him. And while he might have thought the evening long ago finished, there was something about the glow within her soul, and the seductive gleam in her eyes, that drew him on, leaving him breathless with arousal until his eyes practically crossed.

Her eyes remained on his as she softly released him, and crawled slowly towards his face. Blowing nearly every circuit in his mind all at once, he felt the softness of her breasts against his slippery penis, and then the delicious slide, as she rubbed her soft bosom against his belly all the way up to his chest until their faces were eye-to-eye. “Do you want me, lover?” she whispered, her lips gleaming with promise.

“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely.

Sitting up with a flourish on his belly, she scooted herself back against him, a hand reaching around to hold his slippery length in the cleft of her bum. Holding him gently at his base, she lifted herself, and drew his pulsing length through her bum with sweet, agonizing slowness. Exactly where she wanted him, she looked into his eyes once more, her hand swirling him around her soft cleft, and guiding him to her tiny rosebud. Sighing with anticipation, she closed her eyes, and then opened to his once more, as she gently eased onto him, feeling the puckered entrance softly yield to him.

Biting her lower lip, she looked down at her breasts, swollen with desire, and the handsome man beneath her. His hands flew to her breasts, and she gasped, her sensitive nipples seeming to alive with sensation. Her eyes a distant, sultry gaze, Stanley gently squeezed her breasts, and smoothed her hair away from her forehead. Softly moving her hips, she felt him gently slip inside, accepting the crown of her prince. An exercise in trust, it was times like this when he truly felt huge. She blinked her eyes at him, and peered into his soul. Leaning over him, she felt his lips brush against hers, and heard his whispered, encouraging words.

She smiled at him, loving each little crease of his face as he returned her smile, and the gentle caress of his hands on her slender body. As if his love had flashed upward at her, she felt it radiate in return from her heart, and she remembered the sweet ecstasy of sharing this with him before. It had actually been her idea the first time. She smiled at the memory of his open mouth as he heard the naughty thought expressed through her lips. He’d been sitting in a chair reading a magazine and minding his own bees-wax, when she randomly dropped by and told him what she wanted. Breathless, and as hard as an oak plank, he’d willingly followed her to the bedroom as if on a leash! Arching her back and gently moving her hips, she smiled again as she felt him sweetly slide into her as she slowly relaxed around him.

Gently caressing her, he watched her facial expressions as she accepted his body into hers. She licked her lips and looked into his eyes again, and gave him a look that would have melted the North Pole. And when she gently squeezed him from within, snuggly hugging him in sheer erotic bliss, the look on his face mirrored hers, as he moaned with passion. She met him open mouthed, her tongue flickering out to find his as he felt the soft press of her bum on his thighs, and then the tantalizing wiggle of her hips as she attempted to take even more. He felt her sighs, and heard her hot whisper, “I need you, lover!”

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

She didn’t answer his question, or chose to by giving him a smoldering look and giving him a tantalizing squeeze that nearly made him see spots. Bringing her knees up, she sat back on him, opening her gleaming legs. Leaning her hands on his legs, she watched his flushed face, as he enjoyed the stunning view. Wriggling her hips on him softly, she could feel him moving within her. They hadn’t tried it in this position before, and their movement was a little hindered, but seeing the look on his face was worth it. Pushing against the bed with her feet, she slowly withdrew from him. His penis glistening with lube, he watched her settle on him again, deeply within.

Were he ever to lose his sight, he would never forget the simple pleasure of enjoying her lovely naked beauty. He would remember the sight of her tummy fluttering with each husky breath, accentuated by the simple jewelry at her navel, a beautiful contrast to her golden-brown skin, which caught the light and reflected into his eyes with each breath. He knew each curve from memory, the sexy shape of her breasts, crowned with nipples that melted in his mouth, to her impossibly smooth legs and gleaming thighs, which shimmered in the light.

“Look at me, lover!” she whispered. Her eyes looking downward over her lovely form, she smoothed a hand across her beauty, tiptoeing between her breasts, across her smooth belly until her fingers tickled at a trim strip of pubic hair. Looking up she caught his eyes, which returned to her, watching her fingers tickle each dark bristle as they descended lower. She loved the feel of her vulva’s soft skin against her fingers and smiled, smoothing an open palm across her smooth skin. No matter how long he watched, Stanley would never tire of the compelling woman that was his Marie! He looked up into her eyes again, which were tightly shut as she enjoyed the touch of her own hand. Opening them, she looked down at him and whispered, “Do you like to watch?”

The question didn’t require an answer. Entranced, he watched her fingers enjoy self-pleasure, her soft sighs and moans flexing around him from within. She inserted a finger, then two, drawing them to her lips and flickering tongue while he watched with an answering whimper. Returning, her fingers pursed through her moist cleft, her slippery juices coating her fingers. A fingertip finding that tiny little bead that ‘pushed all of the right buttons,’ it was her turn to fill the air with soul-filled joy. Fascinated, he watched her finger race through her slippery femininity, pausing momentarily to quiver and twitch on that little bead as she undulated her hips. Her face was contorted with pleasure, her eyes flashing and rolling backward as mind-blowing spasms of pleasure overtook her body, radiating through her in pulsating contractions all the way to her beloved husband as she moved on him.

From pure necessity, her hand returned to his leg to hold herself up, moist against his skin. She looked down at herself and at him, blowing a wisp of hair from her face, and gasping as he replaced her fingers with his own. And now it was his turn to enjoy her beauty, his finger luxuriating through her soft slit until slipping inside her warmth, tenderly drawing in and out of her. Crying with his tender movements, her waist quivered in delight each time his finger flitted across her g-spot. Her own fingers returning to help, she found her clitoris while he gently moved within, her cries now guttural and incoherent as she shuddered into blissful orgasm once more, light spurts of her feminine juices coating his fingers and running down his arm.

Raising herself once more on him, her body holding him tightly in a delightful, slippery vice, she moved on him, which had the desired reaction, much to her delight. Stanley gasped with pleasure, watching himself disappear into her repeatedly. Stopping to rest, she looked down at him and blinked away a drop of sweat. About to continue, he sat up and held her in his arms and gazed into her eyes, powerful feelings for her roiling his soul. Lifting her easily he rolled her beneath him, grabbing a pillow to put under her hips. He loomed over her big and powerful, her legs fluttering upward to his hands, which he gently pressed back towards her pretty face, which stared up at him with a come-hither expression.

She watched him grip his penis in hand, guiding himself to her again to find his pleasure. Pressing his slippery head at the tiny rosebud of flesh marking her entrance, he gently slipped inside, gasping in delight as he sank deeply and completely within. “Harder,” she whispered, gasping as he withdrew, and again impaled her, the swishing sounds of his movements filling their ears. “Harder,” she urged him again, gripping the back of his head in her hand.

His passions fired from the sound of her voice, and the look in her eye, Stanley lost all vestige of control, crying with animalistic desire with the raw pleasure she gave him. Gripping her shoulders and moaning with intensity, the room filled with the hollow smacking sounds of his body against hers. Her eyes closed, she let his power overwhelm her, loving the boiling frenzy she had brought him to, and the erotic feeling of being utterly taken, and powerless.  And when she cried in release once more, pleasure searing through her, Stanley joined her with hoarse cries. Planted deeply within her, and writhing in passion as he pressed close to her, he felt for a moment that he’d been returned to the joy of his wedding night, and the thrill of forever marking this special person with a part of himself.

Exhausted, it was a very long time before a couple very-much-in-love disentangled themselves. Laughingly refilling the hot tub, they took another soak, this time lingering long enough to enjoy it without the antics, before returning to their bed, and passing into blissful, restful sleep.

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