Secluded

Secluded

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Surprise visit from a lover at a secluded spa. . .or is it? One of the Matt adventures. **Warning** Explicit content.

Summary

Surprise visit from a lover at a secluded spa. . .or is it? One of the Matt adventures. **Warning** Explicit content.

Content

Submitted: October 07, 2010

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Content

Submitted: October 07, 2010

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He glanced at the flickering glow emitting from the shades windows of the tiny cabin. It was a few yards from the woods, isolated from the neighboring houses. He stood on the verge of the forest, ready to melt back into the dark woods if someone came by. Everything was ready he just need the other player to arrive.
Head lights swept down the road, he stepped into the thick trees, out of sight. There she was. She got out of the vehicle and walked to the tiny porch on the cabin. She hesitated, knocking softly. When there was no answer, she entered. He stealthily moved across the lawn toward the door. His hand on the knob, he paused. He listened for sounds inside. A soft thump indicating that she put down her bag. Slight rustling, indicating she was taking off her coat. He smiled to himself. Show time.
The door opened as she was shrugging out of her jacket. Someone caught and confined her arms with her own coat. He leaned toward her and said, " I've been waiting." His lips settled on the side of her neck, teasing the pounding pulse.
"Come all this way to watch me tan?" She teased him as he slid her jacket from her. He dropped it to the floor at her feet. It was then that she noticed the burning  candles. "Hmmm, been busy I see." She turned around and opened his coat sliding it off his shoulders. Her hands traveled down his arms and up his chest, teasing his nipples through his shirt.
He reached up and un clipped her hair. His fingers gently spread it across her shoulders then burried themselves into it. He tugged her head back and kissed her. One of her hands went to the back of his neck and the other stroked across his chest.
He leaned forward and presses his lips to her shoulder then he nipped lightly.. His mouth traveled down circling her nipple. He circled the other one. His hands grasped her hips, pulling her closer, pressing her tightly to his already aroused body. Her hands settled onto his shoulders.. His mouth closed over her nipple, tongue stroking. One of his hands slid up between her shoulder blades, holding her to his mouth as she began to move restlessly.Her thigh moved up the outside of his and she wrapped her leg around his hips, bringing him into perfect contact.
She moved, stroking herself over his arousal. He moved his lips to the neglected nipple. She but her lip and her head dropped back. Her fingers were making light circles on the back of his neck.. He pulled back. "I think it's time to tan." She dropped her leg and stepped back. Watching him she untied the bow on her jogging pants and slid them down, taking her shoes off when she got to her feet. His eyes seemed to drift everywhere. He removed his own pants and shoes and she turned to the tanning booth standing in the corner. It was already on, waiting for them to enter.
She stopped at the door. "I want you to hold onto those, it's my turn to play," she pointed at the handled mounted to the ceiling. He grinned and complied, not saying a word. His arms were raised above his head, hands wrapped around the handles. She knew when she was done his knuckles would be white from the effort not to let go, if he made it that long. She closed the door and turned to him. She licked his collarbone then her lips traveled to his chest. Her hands closed around the proof of his desire. She brushed her lips over his nipple and heard him exhale. Her hands stroked him as her lips teased his nipples. She knelt at his feet. She looked up to see his eyes on her. Not looking away, she licked the tip. His body jerked slightly. Her mouth surrounded him, sucking lightly. She stroked her hand up and down, mouth following along. He groaned and his chin dropped, his breathing became choppy as she continued her torture. Her eyes shut. A few minutes later his hand was tangled in her hair guiding the rhythm.
He tugged her hair, making her stop. "My turn." He pulled her to her feet and guided her hands to the handles where his had been, kissing her deeply. His hands and mouth traveled over her. He cupped her breasts and nibbled her nipples. One of his hands slid to her navel then lower, encountering slippery wetness.His fingers explored and she moaned and bit her lip. He smiled and got on his knees. He slid one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her for his mouth. He licked then sucked, her hips moved and soon she was orgasming. Just then the tanner clicked off.
"Time for the massage table," He said, standing up. She still had a hold of the handles. "I don't think I can walk. My knees feel like jelly." He laughed softly and wrapped his arms around her lifting her off her feet. She let go of the handles and wrapped her arms around his neck.
The table was padded and covered with a towel. He set her on her feet next to it. "What do you want?" He slid his hands through her hair, tipping her head back for another scorching kiss. "Hmmm, to ride you."
He laid on the table and she climbed up, straddling him. His cock nudged her wet opening. "Take me. I want to be in so deep that you don't know where you end and I begin." With that, she grasped him and slid slowly down onto him. His hands ran over her breasts and wrapped around her waist. Once she had taken him all in, he urged her to lean froward and sucked a nipple into his mouth. She moved, stroking. She sat back and put her hands on his chest, moving faster, faster. So close now, he could feel her muscles tensing around his cock.
His eyes opened to early morning light streaming in the window and the alarm buzzing. He slapped the alarm to silence.He was alone in his bed, laying on his back. Covers kicked to his feet. He looked down at himself, so close to orgasm there was precome beaded on the tip. His head dropped back to the pillow. He raised a hand and rubbed it over his face. Just another dream . . . about HER . . .
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