At the foot of Peter’s bed was a northern-red oak chest he had handmade. It had a rich, dark Autumn Wheat stain, and an iron clasp - crafted in the shape of a towering oak with a full canopy and thick trunk. On top of the chest stood a single glass milk jar. Inside the jar was a short twig - with mini, knotted branches protruding from a central shaft. Wrapped around the small twig was a string of warm lights. The only lights in the room. Twinkling through the glass and casting slithers of light across the chest and onto the ceiling. His charcoal curtains gently swayed as a light sea breeze entered through a quarter open window. Causing shadows to flicker over the slithers of warm light cast from the jar.
Peter pulled back the curtains to check that the sky, It was clear, with stars sprinkled across the sky. He had some freshly milled southern-red oak in the tray of his truck. Ready to be crafted into a bedside table and did not want to risk any chance of it getting wet.
He climbed into bed and pulled out his phone. He had been chatting with a girl named Rachel. He met her last week when he had been given the wrong breakfast order from the cafe. It had turned out the pancakes with blueberries, maple syrup and ice-cream had belonged to Rachel. Rachel worked at the cafe whilst on holiday from uni and was sitting down for a break.
“Oh, I think that’s mine,” she said. As a work colleague placed the pancakes in front of Peter. It was already on the table. So Peter had picked the plate up himself and taken it over to Rachel. Whilst standing there, a second serving of pancakes, this one with bacon, whipped butter and maple syrup was placed in front of Rachel.
“What are the chances you would let me sit with you rather than heading back over there with my plate, this little corner looks very beautiful.”
“Haha, I’m sitting on a concrete step next to the bin, but sure you can stay, I’d like that.”
Over the week since. Peter and Rachel had continued to message each other after exchanging numbers. The messages had slowly started to exhibit a touch of cheekiness. The attraction was evident. Peter had immediately fallen for Rachel’s soft smile and her flowing blond hair. She had been wearing denim shorts that showed off, what Peter considered to be perfect legs. And the grey top that sowed just a bit of skin under her collar bone. Her lips were wet from her taking a sip of water and Peter could not help but think of kissing them. Rachel had been distracted by Peter’s own long hair and clean, short beard. He stood at just under 6 foot, and although not overly muscly, appeared strong and confident. Rachel let herself imagine being held in his arms before he had even sat on the concrete step next to her.
As they had parted, their eyes had locked onto each other, and although neither of them said anything, the connection and desire were betrayed in both their faces. Each new that the other knew that they were giving away their weakness. That the other wanted them just as they wanted them.
Peter had let it slip that he enjoyed writing. He had also mentioned that he liked the idea of writing something that allowed a girl to relax. That allowed them to fade away into delight. To feel sexy and wanted. To not have to write back if they didn’t want to but to just read, and enjoy. To write for her pleasure. As he opened his phone he saw a message from Rachel.
I’d love for you to write me a story.
Anything, in particular, you would like me to
write about?
How about a sexual fantasy of yours
A fantasy of mine...
Ok, I can have a go.
Could I be cheeky and ask
you send me a picture -
to get me thinking?
*Ding
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I hope this gives some inspiration
Holy fuck Rachel!!
This is incredible...
Have you got one with some more
clothes on? To get me into
the starting headspace, and not
into "I want to fuck you right now?"
*Ding*
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haha, There you go.
That's the one, got the right
mindset now - you look gorgeous.
What a lovely dress. I love that
green.
Ok...So...
For some reason, I've always liked
the thought of fucking a gorgeous
girl in a treehouse...
But, I'm talking about one of
those seriously impressive ones.
Romantic as hell. Soft lights, high
up in the trees. Looking out over
some insane view. One that matches how
gorgeous you look.
Something about that beauty the
soft light - it's this exotic
feeling that makes me want to be
there with you, and to explore
every part of your lovely body Rachel.
To feel the fresh air on
our skin, to listen to the
trees slowly sway as we melt
into each other.
That is so fucking hot
And romantic
After a few minutes of silence, Rachels’s phone buzzed again.
*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*
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Peter had found three treehouse photos and sent them to set the mood. The first was from within one. A wooden floor ran between the branches of a huge tree. A ceiling was built over the top. But on the edge of the picture was an open balcony. It looked out over the canopy of a jungle, a soft mountain rising in the distance behind the trees, with a light mist. Inside there was a low-level lounge. Appearing to be made out of leather, with a plush back, and plush base. In the corner of the pitcher was a small enclosed fireplace, wood-burning gently behind the clear glass in its door.
The second picture was from outside. Looking up into the treetop at night. A single treehouse was perched high up above the earth, a staircase winding its way up around a tree ten meters away from the house itself. Then ate the top, a bridge linking it to the house. Soft, warm lights spiraled their way up the stairs. Lights stood like candles on small wooden poles along the bridge and the glow of light from the treehouse was magical as it drifted into the darkness.
The final picture was of a balcony on the side of the treehouse. A metal pole rose to the left of the picture, from the top, extended a large shower head in the shape of a flat disc, water falling, light steam rising from the wooden floor. Behind the shower was a thin stainless steel railing, standing just above waist height with thin cables periodically strung between the top rail and the ground. You barely noticed the rails though. As it looked out over the trees and mountains. Closer, you could see the natural twists and falls of the strong ancient branches of the trees surrounding the treehouse. The house so beautifully designed that it blended into its surroundings. To the right of the show hung a finely crafted hammock, positioned to that at night you could look straight up at the stars above.
This is the scene, to get into your
head.
Gosh that is beautiful
Imagine we are there. It's so
secluded, you can enjoy any pleasure
and express it in screams of
delight. They would wash off into
the trees. As you beg me for more.
It's the kind of place you
would wear something sexy as hell
under a soft, silk nightgown.
Where you would sit in front of
the fire. Probably on the ground,
in front of the chair.
Not on the chair. in front,
so you are on the ground
and look straight out over
the forest.
I'd be behind you, one leg
on either side.
Arms wrapped around you. Fingers gently
sliding over your gown...
It the kind of moment where you
know we are going to fuck.
And it's going to be wild, but
you hold off just to
build the tension.
My fingers would slide up your neck.
Fuck this is hot
Your hair is blowing in the
light breeze, it flicks across
your face.
The light of the fading sun
on your skin is driving me wild.
I brush the hair out of your
eyes and tuck it behind your
ear.
Still holding it, so it doesn't drift
back over your face, I bring my
lips to your neck and kiss.
Your head drops back as I do.
The soft breeze lifts the edges
of your gown. So the feeling of
it rising and falling against your
skin becomes another turn on for you.
Separate from my touch.
The warmth of the fire licks
your toes.
Sensations of delight flood over you.
The breeze lifting the silk also gives me
a glimpse of the lingerie you are
wearing underneath...
A glimpse of the rise of your
gorgeous breasts. You feel me getting
hard against your back.
I can't resist.
My fingers rise to your shoulders,
while still kissing your neck, I slip
the gown off the edge of your
arms so it falls into the dip of
your elbows.
Your shoulders are bare
You are turning me on so much right now
The warmth of the fire just reaching
your shoulders. As waves of the
cool breeze wash over your skin.
Both sensations present at once.
So you can't tell if it's my
touch, the fire's warmth, or
the breeze.
So many parts of your
body are tingling..
The sun dips low as I kiss
up to your neck and lightly
bite your ear.
You open your eyes to see the
sunset resting for a moment on
the forest canopy before sinking down
below them.
Something about that sinking and the
touch of my lips, fingers, the breeze,
and the flickering warmth of the fire.
Something about it makes your legs
go weak. They are almost numb on
the floor from the overload of
delightful sensations.
Your head drops back further.
You are desperate to be touched.
You can feel the wetness building.
You could gush on the floor
and not even care.
You slip your arms out of
the silk gown and it falls
to the floor.
As it hits the ground you feel
me throb against your back.
The soft fairy lights circling the
tree's branches, and the flickering light
of the fire against your perfect skin turns me on.
I want you more than ever.
The firelight flickers so that sometimes,
I see just your smooth legs.
Sometimes, I see the light dance
up over your breasts and shoulders.
I feel jealous of the light. That
it gets to caress you so..
Have you thought about what lingerie you
would be wearing?
Because it won't be on for
much longer...
My fingers slide down your side.
Teasing with each inch they travel.
leaving their sensation lingering on your
skin. Holding you close.
Pulling you back against my
hard dick.
I whisper in your ear... "I want you"
"I've never wanted anyone more"
"your body is gorgeous"
I don’t own it yet, but probably something like this.
*Ding*
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Rachel’s photo was of a white plunge bustier set, with stretch lace accents. Garter straps attached to sheer lace top Thigh Highs and a low rise G-string completed the look.
Fuck yesss,
That's perfect
You would look amazing
Your gorgeous breasts and butt.
God that would turn me on.
Is turning me on.
I let my fingers slip down
your front. Down and down.
As they moved over the outline of
your pussy. I bite your ear.
And then whisper.
"I want all of you"
"I want your pussy to drip for me"
Fuck that is hot
Then my fingers slide
up to your breasts.
I clutch them and shuffle my
body slightly to the side.
So that your head dropped back
again, So as you tilt your
head to the side.
Our lips finally melt together.
Everything in both our bodies is
intensified. My head spins,
my heart races. My dick pulses.
Your nipples tingle. Your neck
muscles twinge, Your forehead feels damp,
your vision blurs.
As all at once, you feel every
touch of the night so far.
All rolled into one.
All rolled into one kiss...
My hand drops to your pussy.
Through your panties, I'd feel how
wet you are.
I slip my fingers underneath and let
them finally sink into you... As
our lips continue to melt.
My free hand holds your
breast tight.
My fingers as soaked.
As I bring them out of you.
I feel drips, drop to the floor.
My fingers sink in again.
I bite your neck lightly, as I move
my mouth to your ear.
"I want to fuck you"
"I want your world to fade into one moment"
"fuck, I want you"
My fingers sink in and out of you.
Then run circles on your clit.
Fuck that’s so hot
Your legs squirm.
I see them move in the firelight.
you arch your back.
I hold you tight.
Tighter.
I speak loudly, "Cum Rachel, I
want you to cum!"
Your eyes roll back in your
head, your legs clench tight.
As you orgasm.
Your wet hair drops back against
my shoulder.
I hold you as we lay.
Taking in the surroundings, the breeze,
the flickering light. I kiss you
softly on the shoulder.
But I still NEED you
You will get me...
We would wait just a little while.
Till your body aches.
- God, I'm so hard - do you
have another picture you could
share? -
Can I have one of you?
Of course.
*Ding*
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I LOVE your hair.
Thanks.
Did you want to see how
hard I am or would you
prefer to keep that in your
imagination?
Because, next, I'd stand up and
walk you to that shower...
And I'd take off your lingerie,
carefully sliding and unclipping, taking
my time so the experience is sensual.
Fuck id love to see how hard you are
A number of minutes pass before Rachel finally hears the messages arrive
*Ding* *Ding*
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Fuck I need you so badly
God your dick looks so thick,
and that head. I want you, Peter.
Then once you were naked,
I'd push you under the shower,
walking forward so you have to
step back again, and again. The
water cascading over your body.
I'd push you back up against
the pole.
And kiss you.
My hands running through your hair.
You lift your hands over your
head and grab the showerhead as
I kiss your breasts.
Your nipples getting harder under
my tongue.
You can't take it anymore...
You grip my hair.
Then pull me up.
Look deep into my eyes and say
"Fuck me, Peter, for fuck's sake, fuck me!"
Your hands drop to my dick
and grab me.
I throb at your touch.
That is definitely something I would say.
You guide me in.
I sink deep into your pussy.
The pole rests between your butt cheeks.
Water is running down your naked body.
As my dick moves slowly.
In and out.
My hands slip behind your head
to give it support as we fuck.
My fingers tangled in your hair.
You moan with each thrust.
Fuck I want you…
I pull you out of the shower,
Turning it off as my dick
slips out of you.
I take you to the rail. Looking
out over the rain forest, I bend you over.
Slipping back into your pussy.
Fuccckkkk that’s such a turn on
Your hair dangles over the edge
and sways back and forth with
each thrust of my hips.
You see the lights spiraling up
the trunk of the tree below you.
They almost dance inside your
head as I fuck you.
You scream with each thrust.
Scream out into nature.
The sound of my dick slapping
in and out of you makes
me even harder.
That sound is so hot.
You say through moans 'Fuck me Peter - Fuck me Harder"
You scream it.
"FUCK ME PETER, FUCK ME!"
I slip my dick out of you
and spin you around. I want
to look in your eyes as I cum.
I want to see the pleasure.
So, I lay you in the hammock.
But, I don't lay on top.
I pull you up to one end.
Your head supported by the hammock,
sitting higher than your body.
I straddle over it, So my feet are
on the floor.
I lower myself.
Slip my hands behind your head.
You guide me in once more.
My dick presses against the lips
of your pussy. Then sinks in.
Your wetness runs up my shaft
and drips down your hips.
I fuck you.
The hammock allows for an
extended thrust as I push
all the way into you and
then the hammock sways. As it
swings back you lift your hips
to slide up my dick.
In time with the rhythm of
the swing, we fuck.
My fingers in your hair.
My eyes never leave yours.
Fuck, this is so good, I can feel it.
You see mine begin to roll
and you grip my back.
Then you beg me "I want
you to cum, cum inside me,
for fucks sake cum in me."
Oh god yes, I want you to cum.
I hold off despite wanting to
explode as I see you are
close again too.
Your eyes begin to flicker.
Your nails dig deep into my
back as I thrust and cum.
In three strong waves.
Shooting warmth inside you,
you scream as you are flooded
with pleasure again.
Fuuuucck yes!
I lift my legs and lay next
to you in the hammock.
We look up at the stars.
My fingers run over your shoulders...
A number of minutes pass in silence, with no messages. Then.
Fuck, I just came sooo hard.
Submitted: April 15, 2022
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