Pillow Talk

Erotic Tales

Part II – Cottage Country

Startled at the man’s reaction, one hand on his softening manhood, frozen in place like a deer caught in the headlights; David couldn’t go far with his shorts still around his ankles. He hastily fumbled to make himself decent. Sue drew a sharp breath and took a step back hitting her head on a low branch. Yet … neither left, eager for the last moments of magic. They stood mutely in the shadow of the large tree watching the scene draw to a close.

The man stepped away from the table and offered his hand to his lover. She extended hers and, holding her gently, he pulled her upright so that she sat with her legs dangling off the edge of the picnic table.

Her body was resplendent in the moonlight. David noted that even though she was now upright, her breasts remained firm, forgotten by gravity. Her silhouette was stunning. With her laying on the table he had not been able to fully appreciated how her hip to waist ratio was in fact almost too perfect for words. If he hadn’t known better he would have sworn she was airbrushed. He shook his head feeling once again inadequate as he gazed at this couple and the scene very much like one from ancient mythology; the Gods having chosen the woman they wanted and consumed by desire they had found a way to become one with her.

They moved with such grace that even as they held each other for a moment the atmosphere was still highly charged. The Lady in question pulled her summer dress to cover her modesty and the “God” hiked up his shorts breaking the illusion at last with this very human gesture. The definition of his torso somehow exaggerated by the exertions, however, was something that could not be ignored, and David felt a pang of annoyance as he heard Sue draw in a breath of appreciation. Then, he gave himself a mental slap on the back of the head for the hypocrisy of that emotion.

A few moments later, the spell somewhat broken, David relaxed his grip on Sue’s hand and despite the cool of the evening, their hold was slippery with perspiration. Sue turned and standing on tip toe whispered into his ear. “Come on, let’s go. I think he saw us …. and we need to get back to Gemma .” She led him carefully towards the path and they walked silently to their cottage; their minds full of what they had just witnessed.

At the foot of the verandah she went ahead of him and stopped on top of the steps, turning so she was on a level with him for once. She looked him straight in the eyes, his warm kind eyes, and lifted her hands to hold his face. She leaned and gently kissed him on the lips. David responded, his hands on her small waist pulling her closer, his own mouth working and savoring the taste of her on his own. He breathed in deeply, enjoying, that now familiar perfume, they had bought together at the duty free shop just a few days ago.

They kissed a little longer, their tongues softly darting and entangling with each other’s. She moved her arms so they wrapped around his neck and leaned against him, trusting him with her weight. He pulled her closer, his hands now on the soft flesh at the top of her legs and only the thin linen of her dress separating them. She desperately wanted to feel his touch on her. She hesitated for a moment before jumping up, lifting herself one leg at a time, so she could wrap them tightly around his waist. There was something about the gentle giant in him she had begun to fully appreciate.

They had tried only twice to make love. The first time had been a disaster as Gemma had woken in a nightmare and by the time they had calmed her down the moment had passed. But it had been good to fall asleep and wake in the morning together. Having a toddler in the house, however, meant there was little opportunity for anything first thing in the morning.

The second time had been a little more successful. They had not been interrupted but David hadn’t managed to deal with penetration. His guilt at being with “another woman” had overwhelmed him. He was so depressed about not being able to see it through that it had stopped any further attempts.

But somehow this time felt different. They were both relaxed, with no risk of being interrupted, except perhaps by the night life, and they were both greatly affected by the scene they had witnessed. His kisses began to feel more urgent and his hands tugged at the material of her dress. Sue shuddered with excitement, her eyes closed, her mouth moist, her tongue swirling and teasing over his. His fingers circled close to the fine trimmed hairs and she willed him to be a little more adventurous. She purred as they kissed and this seemed to be enough as his fingers slipped inside the cotton and elastic of her panties and found her yielding and damp edges. It had been sometime since she too had experienced such erotic sensuous attention and the stimulation seemed to open a flood gate.

She broke off kissing his mouth and as she pecked and licked his left ear she softly whispered to him that if he carried on like that she would quickly loose it. She wanted them to have that special moment. He nodded silently and taking one step at a time with her still wrapped around him, his left hand holding her ass in place, he walked up and across the verandah to the cottage door. He found the handle and gently opened it and carried her through.

The fire was still gently crackling and emitting its soft light bathing the room in a romantic glow. David thought briefly of how imprudent it had been to leave Gemma and this fire behind. He chastised himself internally nearly ruining the moment.

He shook his head … and kneeled by the blaze and let Sue lay on the rug. Her eyes bright, and sparkling, never for a moment looking away. Her hand smoothed away furrows that had developed on his forehead. “Come here my sweet” she said softly, as she pulled him so he lay next to her. She unbuttoned the front of her dress and took his hand so that he cupped her breast. They were small, with what David thought, was the most lovely slope to the tip of perky and slightly over large nipples. In their succulent perfection they begged to be sucked. Hungrily he wrapped his mouth around one and did so.

Sue let out a moan … low and guttural. David was certain that she was almost ready to come. He slowed his endeavors wanting, like her, to let the moment be one they would never forget.

He took great, slow pleasure in undressing her, then himself. They enjoyed the exploration of their bodies by the soft warm glow of the fire. Hands shook a little, and sighs were dished out in spades. Sue could not ignore the large and “demanding attention” presence between David’s thighs. She noted again, with a certain amount of appreciation and apprehension, the girth of his shaft. Her tiny frame and his giant one might prove to be a challenge.

David’s hands ran up and down Sue’s back, getting comfortable in the simple joy of being nude together. “Happy naked time.” Sue giggled … quoting Gemma from a few days ago. David’s deep and honest chuckle finally destroying the last barrier left standing between them. He hovered over her now, slowly going down … down… in a trail of soft but urgent kisses. Her thighs opened a little further as he reached the sweet spot and lifted her ass off the carpet bringing her to his lips as if to drink from a chalice. The gesture so reverent Sue’s breath caught in her lungs her body trembling.

He parted her further with his tongue, lowering her back down. She was so drenched she knew her fluids would leave a healthy wet spot. He placed himself between her legs, his member hovering over her small, yet aching entrance and freezed. She bit her lip. “The point of no return” he whispered … her small hands reached for his hips, guiding him a tiny bit closer. He looked down at her. His eyes were filled with tears, a look of utter pain and pleasure writ across his face. Sue held still … very – very still. Waiting for him to be ready.

David’s mind was going a thousand miles an hour. He hovered. His desire almost as painful as the ache in his heart. He finally looked outwards from himself to Sue. Their eyes connected again. He saw all the compassion and tenderness in her, he felt her petite hands holding him. The heat from her crotch a welcome like he had never known. She smiled, nodded …. She understood. She was waiting … he wanted this ….. Her hand pulled him in infinitesimally closer.

She is so beautiful there, open to me, vulnerable yet strong in her patience. She’s a woman I can love … she’s a woman I do love . The realization hit him hard, and in that moment, all guilt disappeared.

Sue noticed a shift in his expression and body language. Her heart swelled as she saw in him that he had at last let go and he was now hers. She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, and she tried to hold back the sob threatening to take over. She pulled him in, wanting to lose herself in the throws of their union. He complied at last. The wide and thick head of his penis finally touched her, she pushed up, lifting to accommodate. He was still hard, very hard and eager. He pushed, almost violent in the penetration but stopped as she let out a whimper.

Afraid of ripping her, David slowed down. He pushed in, waited. Pushed further and waited. A little further and waited. Sue was so wet that the only friction was from the incredible tightness of the fit. It felt so good he almost lost it right then and there. The waiting was as much for him as it was for her to adjust to his girth. Finally he was in, all the way to the hilt. He pulled back gently, and the moan of pleasure that filled the room came from them both.

He made love to her then. Slow and steady. He watched her carefully. Marveled at the abandon she showed, the pleasure that was so obviously being had. She made him feel like the king of all men as she wiggled, and sighed and arched her back to take him – all of him – in. He couldn’t hold much longer but tried. It had been so long, the feeling was so intense he realized that he just could not stop the tidal wave from crashing, the tsunami from hitting and in a roar of almost rage and desperate violent cry for life he thrust deep within her and came.

She screamed from pain and joy as she joined him moments later and the two forgot about neighbors, strangers, Gemma in the next room, the past and the world around them. For a moment time was suspended and the only thing real was the pleasure being given and received.

He collapsed next to her, and grabbed her to keep them connected and buried his face into her small frame and cried. Large tears of release, erased what seemed like an eternity of pain. And he found himself drowning now in the promise of new happiness, of new beginnings.


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

18 Comments »

  1. This is so lovely, so tender, so beautiful. Thank you.

    Comment by Silia | July 23, 2009 | Reply

  2. Ahhh, Fantasia
    You’ve captured that magical moment so perfectly. Penetration as it was meant to be.

    Silia, I can’t wait till we get into that cottage, by the fireplace.

    Comment by Thorn | July 24, 2009 | Reply

  3. Thorn and Silia – my greatest supporters – Thank you both, you crazy love birds! I find the utmost joy – yet also my greatest challenge – in the emotional aspect of the sexual act. As humans we can “rut” like animals – but we have the capacity for so much more. I find that, as time progresses I am drawn to that. I am glad there is some measure of success. I hope to find my voice there.

    Comment by Fantasia Lillith | July 24, 2009 | Reply

  4. Mrow.

    Comment by DOMINO | July 24, 2009 | Reply

  5. Wow Fantasia, I love this, such a beautiful story – the climax was worth waiting for:)

    Excellent

    Comment by pashun | July 25, 2009 | Reply

  6. note to self: do not read F-Lil’s blog at work. wait until in relatively direct proximity to wife.

    just sayin. great work.

    Comment by jason | July 25, 2009 | Reply

    • Even better, share and read to/with wife! …. perhaps I need a disclaimer. GLad it had the desired effect. You have an interesting site Jason …

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | July 25, 2009 | Reply

  7. Fantasia… this is beautiful stuff… an inspiration for when I build up to the longer form works… very nice.

    Comment by pjacemarneau | July 25, 2009 | Reply

    • Ah to be a Muse … what a lovely comment thank you so much.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | July 25, 2009 | Reply

  8. This is beautiful. I loved the experience it brought to me in my thoughts.

    Comment by Blogrotica | July 26, 2009 | Reply

  9. Oh this was just beautiful *smile*

    A lovely expression of what two people can share with trust and love.

    Very nice job!

    M.L.

    Comment by wordsweneversaid | July 28, 2009 | Reply

    • It’s what I want to write about. I just read your last poem and I got shivers…. I don’t think I’ll ever think of trick or treat the same way.
      Hope you peruse the “pages” and let me know if you are seduced by anything else. Please critique away!

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | July 28, 2009 | Reply

  10. *Exhales*. This is by far my friend, the most intense thing I’ve read in a while. It had my chest hurting, my heart beating, picturing inside my head the moment… step by step, second by second. I could see their faces. Both smooth and quiet with a look of wanting to be inside of each other so bad, there skins would have probably torn had not they say “fuck it! I want u!”.

    Beautiful material from a beautiful friend. Thanks Fantasia. You’ve inspired me in a way I haven’t felt since I first began writing at 20 years of age.

    Comment by Jeraud Craig | August 12, 2009 | Reply

    • That is a compliment I can’t even begin to respond to without blushing profusely. Jeraud, thank you. I am lucky to have you call me friend and look forward to many more e-mails and conversations – perhaps even a collaboration one day?! Don’t ever give up your love of words and the English language. You have talent, massage it!

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | August 12, 2009 | Reply

  11. *smile*

    Gee – you must have been busy hun. *grin*

    I will read more – I look for ‘pure’ and ‘gentle’ when I read for pleasure.

    Something ‘real’.

    I found that here .

    I will keep reading.

    M.L.

    Comment by wordsweneversaid | August 12, 2009 | Reply

    • Some can be a little less gentle. The exception that pops to mind is “Playing with Fire” … But it’s what I favour. What I do falls in the Romantica category really I need to feel that deep human connection for it not to be vulgar. I hope you will read and comment and that I will see you here often M.L. … welcome to my blog.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | August 13, 2009 | Reply


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