Changing (Three)

Changing (Three) Changing (Three)

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Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Summary

The day continues as the two .... continue to get to know each other.

Summary

The day continues as the two .... continue to get to know each other.

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Submitted: March 03, 2016

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Submitted: March 03, 2016

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She was laying there with her head in his lap ... sleeping. She was hard in that she looked like she had been through a lot and had already lived beyond her years but very soft at the same time. He sat there running his hands through her hair and twirling it around his fingers just enjoying the texture while letting it easily fall against her kissing the side of her face. He wanted her to feel comfortable right where she was, safe from the rest of the world and all the crap that seemed to try to infiltrate life ... a life that we all want to experience and find a little enjoyment. He knew what it was like to be bombarded with negatives trying to focus on the silver linings. He wanted this moment to be about her. He would love for her to somehow find comfort in any way she could ... in HIM.

He thought about how strong she seemed when she stood laughing at him and then the change that took place when she hugged him ... and held him close. He looked at what she was wearing and realized it was probably just a facade. This wasn't ... could not be who she was. This was some imposter, an alien being of sorts she took off the shelf to protect her from allowing anyone from seeing ... HER and who she really was. It was more like a protective shell she had manufactured ... and a good one. He STILL didn't know her name but Chuckles just didn't fit anymore. He was kind of grateful that the clown name was slipping away, finding a path into the some dark hole never to return ... hopefully. He smiled internally as he could mentally picture him welcoming back the ... laughing creature from the black lagoon. 

But this left him with a bit of a dilemma. What should he call her? What name would fit this ... broken piece of china, well on the mend. Her mouth was opened just slightly, her breathing relaxed and she looked almost ... vulnerable. But, he felt she also trusted him. No woman walks with a man away from the main crowds down a wooded path without a sense of trust and he certainly did not want to ... lose that.

He could hear her almost purring as she adjusted her head to fit nicely in his lap. He still could not help his .. bulging hot spot as she seemed to constantly find a way to nuzzle against him ... just right. He wondered if she was ... really sleeping as one of her purrs sounded more like a small snort. Yep, she was definitely sleeping uninterrupted by rockets, fireworks or bursts of ... energy that he could feel going off in his head.

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She felt herself drifting off. She could not remember the last time she had actually laid her head in a man's lap ... for the purpose of relaxing. She could feel his hands and fingers rubbing and caressing her head and playing with her hair. She thought about how loving and gentle his eyes were when he realized she was laying in his lap and how they almost went soft immediately ... although the rest of him remained unaffected. She smiled at the thought of this and appreciated being able to have a positive effect on him ... and men in general for that matter. She enjoyed her air of confidence it gave her because just beneath the surface of this strong woman she tried to portray was a child trying to learn how to deal with all the crap and negative memories. She didn't mind ... his attention, ... not one single bit.

Her mind drifted back to her home where she was more comfortable in her boots and jeans. It was late in the day with the sun just beginning to set giving the day almost a glowing effect. She was walking across the field yelling at someone to get out of the water. Silly kids were always sneaking in and swimming in her pond without permission or supervision. The liability made her just a bit nervous, so she would demand that they get out ... like some mean ole witch. She watched them as they ran off down a trail the horses had made and disappeared.

It was peaceful. Finally, a chance to ... be alone with her thoughts. She walked to the pond and admired just how serene and inviting it really appeared to be. She felt bad about chasing the kids off but felt it was necessary. She could not handle it right now if something bad happened. She did a 360 and there was nobody around so she sat her butt down on a big boulder and took off her boots and socks to get her feet wet dangling them over the edge. The water was so cool and seemed to be massaging her feet, almost in a sensuous way. She reached out and ran her hands lightly over the surface of the water allowing it to lap at her fingers. The water felt so good, she wanted to allow it to surround her completely and fill her pores cooling her off and washing away the stress of the day, ... the weeks ... and even years now. Time had a way of just slipping by so fast while there were times when she felt the bad would never ... be over. There was nothing like a spring fed pond. It was so cool providing her with a barrier to the sun's scorching heat. Next thing she new, she had removed all her clothes and she was floating effortlessly on her back, eyes staring at clouds drifting by in a blue sky, while the water embraced her nudity, massaging it and filling areas in her that felt empty. She laid back and allowed her mind a bit of ... freedom.

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He allowed his eyes to explore this woman whom he really didn't even know. Days seem to go so fast. They were mere acquaintances but he felt he could see deeper when their eyes would meet. It was like she had things to say but was being careful what she said and ... how much. At the same time, as she would speak, so did her eyes as they provided a sense of ... between the lines ... for him to think about and take in.

It was quite safe for him to ... just look at her now without any fear that it would bother her in any way. Her hand was still resting in his lap near where she lay her head resting on his best representation of his manhood at this particular moment. He didn't mind. He actually liked her head and hands right where they were and he would not dream of moving them. He certainly did not intend to do any adjusting and take a chance on awakening her. 

He was struck by how beautiful her face and skin was. It was olive in color and really showed no signs of aging. Maturity ... yes, but she seemed frozen in time with her age. The thought passed through his warped mind that she could be a sleeping black widow who devoured the one closest to her to stay young. Maybe the change would come while she slept and she would wake up ... a different person ... a different being ... changed! He thought, maybe he should have been a writer because of his ability to come up with all sorts of weird crap. Her hair was really long, but very soft and very sexy. He imagined what it might be like to have her exploring his body with that wild hair ... everywhere! He felt himself twitch just a bit and .... just what he needed! She definitely had a ... positive effect on ... HIM. 

His eyes moved down to her blouse and he could just catch a glimpse of her pink bra and the pale bathing suit white break from the olive part of her skin that introduced him to just a touch of her cleavage. His imagination took over where there was ... cover. He smiled slightly as he continued his little journey from her breasts to the top of her skirt. She was solid and he imagined that she might even have kids. He saw all of this as most appealing somehow as it was a part of who she was and is, and this was a woman perhaps known by others but he wondered if they could really appreciate her all her perfections as well as imperfections. Her skirt had slid a little up her leg and he reached to adjust it for her. She moved as he was reaching and he had to keep her from falling off the bench, thus placing his hand on her thigh while his arm rested on her hip. This sent immediate heat to his face as he braced her from falling. She seemed lost in another world and showed no sign of waking up. 

Her legs were long and beautiful. He figured she was probably about 5'6 or more and thought about their eyes meeting again. They were actually about the same height. He may have her by just a bit but he didn't care. She was young. She was beautiful. She was amazon! He wished he was taller but he thought about his uncle who married a woman a head taller than him. They had a great relationship. Chemistry played a major part for them and their size difference was never a problem. He figured he could reach 5'9 or more on a good day and maybe more if he wore his boots.

Then he shook his head and thought how little that mattered to him. Beneath the sheets, it didn't matter as long as they could speak the same language and enjoy some fine meals together and definitely some homemade apple or ... cherry pie. As he drifted off thinking about her womanly desserts, his hand was lightly rubbing her thigh without even realizing it. She was beginning to stir a bit as if she was ... dreaming.

She mumbled something and he tried to get closer to her mouth to try to make out what she was saying. He saw her free hand start moving over her body. She seemed to be rubbing it in an almost sensuous way. She was rubbing her leg and stomach area and then she slipped her hand inside under her skirt. This made him mentally ... sit up. He didn't dare sit up for real! He watched her hand disappear beneath the lace of her skirt. He wondered if he was ever guilty of touching himself while sleeping and then thought what a silly question that was. OF COURSE! Her skirt had been pushed up just a little, just enough he was able to catch a glimpse of the pink thong she was wearing. It was just as he had imagined! She was beginning to breath a little faster and he could hear an ever so slight moan. He imagined that her fingers had discovered the source of his wildly active thoughts.

He thought she was waking up but she was just becoming a little more active and aggressive. Her body stiffened as she stayed busy. She was arching her back, eyes shut tight while her head was thrown back. His eyes only got wider as she rolled onto her back and practically dug the back of her head into his groin area.This made him actually throw his head back. She was asleep but aggressive as well. He could only imagine what she must be like when she was awake! Her moaning became louder and this startled him back into the real world as he looked around to make sure nobody was around. He could feel the reaction of his finger going to his mouth to ... shush her somehow. She was so lost in the moment though, he figured she would not hear ANYTHING!

He really wasn't sure what to do. She seemed to be enjoying herself just fine. Who was he to interrupt her moment of private ecstasy with a rude wakeup jolt of sorts. All he could do was sit there and allow her to ... enjoy herself while he kind of ... sat guard over her.

That's exactly what he did. Something told him she needed this. He found it oddly comforting that, first of all she could go to sleep with an almost total stranger and then to be so relaxed as to seek and find personal release which was amazing. He felt he could read her mind. He found it interesting that her needs seemed to only make him ... need her. He heard a bit of conversation coming from a distance with another couple approaching. He felt it would be best if he tried to gently wake her up. He gently laid his hand on top of hers as he watched her eyes. Her hand suddenly stopped and she was looking up at him, her green eyes locked on his as if she were looking for something. She seemed to understand and she stayed totally still. The couple passed by, oblivious to them and circled around heading back towards the bar.

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Something touched her hand and she opened her eyes. He was staring at her, almost nervous and then she heard the voices. She realized what he had done but at the same time, she also knew what she had been involved in and the fact that he had known. As she looked him in his eyes, she took his hand and guided it to the area that they both seemed to be particularly interested in. She was almost acting out of instinct but this just seemed right to her. She place his hand so that his middle finger just barely touched her clit. There were no smiles between them. Her look was extremely intense, drawing him to her. She held his hand tight while she began to remove her panties with her free hand. She had to raise up slightly and then they slid down and with the heal of her shoe, she reached up and took them down and off allowing them to fall to the grass under the bench. Her eyes never left his.

Then she moved his hand over her and willed him to read her mind. He seemed to be doing just that. She could actually feel his pulse rocking from his whole body and his erection beneath her head was almost uncomfortable but very gratifying. She could feel his finger beginning to massage the beast in her that wanted to be released. She took the hand that had held his and extended it to his cheek and lay it next to his nostrils so he could experience her womanhood as he massaged her. Her breathing became heavier as he slipped his fingers deep within her flower while gently continuing to thumb her tiny erection that pulsed with delight. Her body arched and her eyes shut to the point that he thought they would start bleeding if she didn't open them. Then, she slowly relaxed. She had been so intense that her lips had dried and she wet them ... slowly for his benefit.

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She was staring at him and seemed almost oblivious to the passing couple. As he stared at her, he felt himself almost in a free fall as he seemingly passed beyond the surface of her stare and he felt as if he was ... floating. He could feel himself being drawn to her as the world seemed to be spinning around him. Then he was watching the world from her eyes and feeling her needs, her wants and desires pounding like a force beating on his chest and tugging at his throbbing pain from the center of his being. He entered her with his fingers, while the sweet aroma of .... brandy ... how odd ... brandy filled his nostrils. He felt almost drunk with desire for her and a need to drink from her springs and devour her sweetness and let it become a part of him and pour out of his pores as he overflowed with .. the nectar she offered ... and he felt more alive than he had ever felt before. He surrounded her and yet he felt she was also surrounding him as they flowed in and out of each other. His heart felt it was going to explode and this almost scared him but as he opened his eyes, he could see her looking at him as she wet her dry lips which only made him harder.

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She felt him growing even larger and instinctively knew she had to take him and remove the pain that would only linger. She unzipped him and she felt she was freeing a wild animal into her private kingdom as she took him totally. She could hear his moans and felt his hands on her head and face and the caressing of her back and following it down her crack to the more taboo areas limited to only the closest of lovers. She drove her face into him deeper until she could feel his whole body beginning to shudder ... as he straightened his body to where he was arching backwards.

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The silence was almost deafening. He didn't know if he had screamed, yelled or just what. All he knew was ... he was rather ... relaxed and feeling almost drunk. He could hear the music coming from the bar and he was glad it was .... louder than he remembered. The smell of .... brandy ..... had made him dizzy and he felt almost numb. She had turned over and was just laying there looking up at him, still beautiful ... and maybe even more so. His mind drifted in and out of what he had just experienced. There was a time when he would have called this ... sex ... but he couldn't. There was a connection he felt that he had NEVER felt before. It wasn't just good sex. This was more. This was natural and almost instinct and yet animalistic as well. There was a form of driven where both were coming at each other hard and ... exploding against each other.

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He had to ask..... WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

********** She just winked.


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