Pillow Talk

Erotic Tales

Part I – Cottage Country

David sat in his chair, enjoying a glass of single malt whiskey, letting the light of the fire play on the liquid, turning it different shades of amber. Beauty could be found anywhere he mused. It was a lovely summer evening, the stars were out, the sky bright after a day of sunshine. It was perfect. Even a cool breeze afforded some relief from what could have otherwise been an oppressively hot night.

He had built a small fire in the hearth, more for ambience than heat. He sat there looking at the young woman across from him dozing, and listened to the loons cry out as the sun set. It made him chuckle, reminding him of that final scene of The Walton’s, like listening to a roll call. It was beautiful, eerie and familiar. He’d been listening to that sound every summer for the last forty years. It never stopped getting to him; tugging at his heart. It was his reason for coming here year after year and leaving London and the UK behind for a full two months and why he had never had the heart to sell his parents cottage.

Things had changed little over time in this place. In fact he and his family were more or less the newbie’s to the area with many cottages having been handed down from generation to generation. He knew his neighbors’ well and they all knew him. They knew his little girl, Gemma, now fast asleep in the room next door, and of the tragic death of her mother in childbirth. They had helped as much as they could, mostly by staying away and giving him the space he needed.

He had been replaying in his mind, the series of events that was the whirlwind that had brought Sue to join him here so unexpectedly this summer. He looked at her, shaking his head, amazed. He had met her only weeks ago, feeding the ducks with his little one in the park after work one day. He was remembering the look on her face as he had presented her with the plane tickets, when he heard a scream from next door.

The properties were not close to one another, the sound therefore startled him out of his reverie quickly. He knew the place was often rented out to city folk looking to “play country cottage” for a weekend and as such, the tenants often did not know the “ins and outs” of country living. This was the real forest. Things here could be dangerous.

He decided to go and investigate – just in case. After all, if he let out a scream like that he’d hope for someone to come and check on him. He woke Sue and sprayed on some extra bug repellant, grabbed the baby monitor and left the cottage in direction of the racket. He walked carefully, kicking himself for not thinking to bring a flashlight along, pulling on Sue’s tiny hand behind him. He saw the glow of a large bonfire a few hundred feet away and walked towards it. The closer he came the more he heard the noises. Low moans and occasional screams. He suddenly wasn’t sure if he should be approaching unarmed. He signaled for Sue to wait there and walked ahead.

He ventured closer to the property line and, crouching to get under a large branch he spotted them and froze. Taking a step back he shook his head, trying to get rid of the image that was branded there forever but couldn’t . He wanted more… wanted to see more. Slowly, he nestled lower and lifted the branch just enough to afford him a better view. As he did so a loud moan filled the air again. Sue startled him as she put her hand on his shoulder and crouched down next to him to see what had caught his attention. He felt strangely excited, knowing that “they” were ignorant of his presence. He looked at Sue’s face for a moment, her jaw had dropped and her tongue licked her lips and a small smile crossed her face. With that stamp of approval he took in the scene before him.

There “they” were, two lovers, in the most unusual light. The cold white moon bathing them from above and the warm red and orange glow from the fire lighting them from below. He saw the man first, could not look away. He was tall, lean and all muscle. Thick hair on his head and no place else, with a swimmers body and a large cock that was slamming into a woman he so obviously adored. His ass, clenching and relaxing as he impaled her in perfect harmony with the sound of the wooden picnic table creaking under the strain of the two of them, the sexy sound of the slap slap slap of flesh on flesh echoing in the clearing. The man’s eyes were locked on his lovers, utterly focused. His virility was almost intimidating.

He held her legs over his shoulders, his face at times turning to kiss a dainty foot resting there on his strong and defined muscles. His rhythm was fast but steady, this was no dash to the finish line, he intended to make her squirm… and she did.

Her beautiful face, with large, almond shaped eyes, reflecting the night back at her partner, was a study in love. David had seen that look before; his throat tightened at the memory. He remembered what is was like to be loved like that. He suddenly felt guilty for watching and a pang of jealousy filled his heart. Loneliness followed. Just then, Sue’s hand hovered over his, hesitant a moment and then took it firmly and gave it a squeeze. He turned to see her looking at him – she knew and he felt a swell of affection for her fill that void. He nodded, squeezed her hand back and gave her a big, wicked grin. She smiled in return as they continued to observe.

The woman lay on the picnic table that almost seemed like an altar, her long hair falling in a cascade of curls off the edge, like Rapunzel throwing it down to her prince. Her breasts were free of the small summer dress that had at one point been buttoned up and now lay open revealing the soft sun kissed flesh below. Two fully blossomed breasts held firm, solid ground as they hovered with their pointed, pink nipples capping each end. David’s mouth watered as he imagined the succulent, soft flesh of the two glowing mounds under the lapping of his tongue, the sucking of his lips. Her stomach was flat and strong, but not skinny like those magazine models. She had that softness that made a man melt. Her legs were long and muscular, and would tense as the pleasure coursed through her.

David’s eyes followed the curve of her slender, supple waist, the mounding swell of full hips and the uppermost half of two round, glaring white, tender buns. He could not stop looking at her ass. It was spectacular, there really was no other word for it. He found himself entranced by it’s sight. As her partner moved inside her, as they gazed at one another, the movement and rhythm would change the lighting. One moment cool moonlight the next fire hot… angels or demons – not so obvious. David reached down into his pants. His erect penis, straining in his jeans, twitched, and his legs tightened. He released his own flared and hard cock and wrapped it in the familiar grasp of his hand; biting his lip to keep from moaning himself.

He continued to watch the scene unfolding before him, knowing it was wrong but staying anyway. Sue had followed suit and was masturbating quietly having found a tree trunk to lean against for support. David realized his knees were getting tired and found a log and made himself comfortable. He and Sue exchanged a grin that said it all: Their fault for doing it outdoors – and being so bloody loud about it !

The man was sweating now coating his spectacular body and letting it shine in the light. He looked more like one of those Gods from mythology than a man; and here he was claiming one of the human beauties as his own or in sacrifice. With a hand on each side of her hips, he slowly and carefully fired his cock inside with quick, deep thrusts. She trembled and twisted her ass in gleeful reception. Deeper, deeper he pushed, liquid oozed down and David swore he saw a few glimmering drops fall off the edge of the wooden slab.

She bent more, bringing her knees to her head, and reached back to grab his swinging sack of testicles with her hand. She rolled them tenderly in her fingers as he sent his member into wet lips through the foaming juices around the rim of her cunt. Her beautiful face started to contort into different facial expressions bordering between pain and pleasure, her moan filled the forest and got louder and louder. The bats overhead seemed to fly in harmony with her song. Then she screamed loud, total and her body arched, her back lifting right off the table as her lover screamed her name to the heavens and flung his head back in animal ecstasy as his climax joined hers and rose from the balls she held, semen coursing upward into the lengthy rod and burning its way to burst from the end to claim her fully with his seed.

At that moment David spilled his own onto the forest floor. Holding his breath so as to not make a sound. He looked down at the puddle glistening in the moonlight – then at Sue, whose flushed face spoke of release. His heart thumped in his ears. He looked up one last time and saw the lovers entwined, now whispering sweet words to each other. The woman’s eyes still closed her breathing still labored her arms around her man‘s neck possessively. Just then, the man turned his head ….. Looked straight at David… raised an eyebrow and smiled before turning back to his lover and kissing her with passion as his flaccid penis left her warmth and dribbled the juice of their love making onto the soil below.

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July 18, 2009 Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Not the bedroom, Outdoors, romance, Sensual, Voyeur | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 23 Comments