Seduction At Sunset (3 page)

I started to object, but
realized the futility of it.  I would just eat and then be on my way.  That was
the nobility of my thoughts.  Another set of thoughts were crowding their way
into my brain.  The dusty-rose nipple, the penetrating, green eyes, the musical
laugh, the contour of her body, the way her hair flowed and moved with her and
that dark line veiled by the lace robe were all working a spell on me that
would soon force out all nobility.  I reached for the plates and as I turned I
saw her in profile.  I saw the way her face flowed smoothly into her neck and
how her neck flowed into her chest.  I saw how the lace rose and fell along
with each breath and the way it was suspended away from her body because her
breasts pushed it outward.  I saw the smooth, skin of her round thighs which
tapered at her knees and then began anew to form soft, round thighs and
delicate feet.  I was baffled.  How could a woman so much older be so
appealing?

“Hand me those plates Dave,”
she interrupted.  “Have a seat and we’ll eat.  I’m starving.  How about you?”

“I’m always ready to eat,” I
answered.  I took a seat on the bench beside the table.  She filled the plates
and set them down in front of me, then took her seat on the opposite side of
the table.  Everything looked and smelled incredible and I started in with my
face turned downward to my plate.  I felt a little guilty for having the
thoughts that I’d been having and I was struggling to look her in the eyes.

“Do you work on one of the
ranches down in the valley?” she asked.

“My dad owns one of them,” I
answered with my mouth full.

“The cabin?” she asked simply.

“It’s one of my grandpa’s old
homesteads,” I answered between bites, trying to remember my manners.  “We have
another cabin over in Elk Creek.”

“Where is Elk Creek?” she
asked.

“You just go down this trail
out here.  It starts up over the ridge and through a saddle and then comes off
the other side into Elk Creek.”

“Is it far?” she asked.

“Not really, probably take
about 15 minutes to ride over there.”

“Hummm,” she replied.  She
twisted her lips a little bit to one side.

When we had finished eating,
she cleared the dishes from the table and put them in the basin that was beside
the stove.  It was heated by the heat of the stove and she began to wipe the
plates.  My eyes lingered on her a little, but I had found my manners and had
gained some control of thoughts.

“I better get on over to Elk
Creek,” I said as I stood up.

“You don’t need to go,” she
said.  “I kind of like the company.  Sit and talk to me while I do the dishes. 
You’re not in any hurry are you?”

“I guess I can sit a minute,” I
answered.

“You’re not working this week?”
she asked.

“Well, kind of, I have some
things to do, but mostly just a little time to loaf.”

“What things do you have to
do?” she asked.

“Well, we have some salt blocks
out there in the shed that I need to scatter around in different places and I
need to look at some fence where the elk tore it down during the winter.”

“So you’ll have to ride over
here from Elk Creek every day?”

“Yeah, but it’s no problem.”

“I feel bad that you have to do
that,” she had a remorseful look on her face.  “Why don’t you just stay here? 
There’s no use having to ride back and forth to do your work.  I didn’t know
I’d be interrupting anything or I wouldn’t have come up here.”

“No, really, it’s okay,” I
protested.  “It isn’t far.  I can work on the other cabin a little.  We don’t
use it as much and it could use a little sprucing up.”

“Maybe I can convince you to
stay,” she said.  I noticed something wicked flash into her eyes as she stood
up from her seat at the table, but I didn’t know what it was.  She came around
to the bench beside me and gracefully slipped up onto the table in front of
me.  As she tossed one leg up over my head and put it on the other side of me,
her robe fell open and her breasts with the dusty-rose nipples came into view. 
She pulled the robe away on both sides to give me a full view of what had been
veiled by the sheer lace.

Only about a foot and a half
separated my eyes from the wide-open, pink lips of her moist pussy.  Her legs
were touching my shoulders and there was an overwhelming feminine energy
surrounding and overtaking me.  She reached down with a pair of slender fingers
and spread the lips apart.  I could see the wetness inside and the opening of
her hole.  I looked up with eyes the size of silver dollars and swallowed
hard.  Her large breasts were much closer to my face that I had ever imagined
possible.  I stared at each of the nipples.  I wanted to touch them so badly,
but I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to.  I was completely paralyzed.

“Do you want to touch them?”
she asked.  She had read my mind.  “Go ahead Dave.  I saw you looking at me
earlier.”

My hand was shaking as I raised
it up to touch her breast.  I swallowed hard with a dry throat, which had only
moments ago gone dry.  Her breast was soft and I squeezed it slightly, hardly
able to believe that I had a woman’s breast in my hand.  I started to pull it
away, but she put her hand over my hand and guided me to massage and caress
her.  She drew my hand over her nipple and sucked in a quick breath as she let
her head fall back, enjoying the pleasure of my touch.  In that moment I
realized that my cock was completely rigid in my jeans and to a degree that I’d
never felt before.  She grasped my other hand and guided it to her other
breast.  She looked down at me with a deep hunger in her eyes and I felt a
thrill go through me which made my cock jump a little.  She released my hands
and pulled my head forward so that she could thrust a hard, dusty-rose nipple
into my mouth.

I began to get over my shyness
as I felt her pressing my face into her breast.  I sucked on her nipple, trying
to be gentle, but she only pressed me into her breast harder.  She released her
grip long enough to pull my head to the other nipple and then pressed me in
hard as I sucked on her deeply.  She let out a soft moan, which excited me even
more and I sucked harder.  All of my former nobility had disappeared and I only
had a hunger for more of her.  In the moment that the nobility slipped away she
let go of my head, repositioned herself on the table and guided my mouth down
toward the bald mound between her legs.

Before I realized what was
going on, I felt her moist pussy lips pressing against my mouth.  By some sort
of instinct my tongue began to lick her.  The flavor was sweet and musky and
the taste and scent, combined with the thrill of what was being done to me took
over all of my senses and an animal hunger rose up inside of me.  My tongue and
my lips began to devour her.  I sucked on her, I licked her and I slurped the
juices which were a combination of my own saliva and the wetness of her pussy. 
I looked up and saw her head tilted back in pleasure between her full, round
breasts.  I could hear the soft moans and her gasping for breath and it caused
me to intensify the work that my mouth was doing.  When she felt this, her
hands moved from the back of my head and she pinched her erect nipples and
pulled on them.  A louder gasp escaped her throat, which was followed, by deep
guttural moans.  They started as growls from somewhere down in her chest and
grew into gasping cries of pleasure.

She took in a deep breath and
held it.  I felt her trembling and shaking.  She was pressing her hips into my
mouth.  Her hands were on the back of my head again as she ground her mound
into my mouth.  I was beginning to fight to catch my own breath when she let
out a long, deep moan as she thrust her mound into me tighter and then released
it rapidly several times.  I was trapped between her legs by her thighs
squeezing my ears, her hands on the back of my head and her mound thrust into
my mouth.  I was about to start fighting for air when she released me and
pushed me away from her pussy abruptly.

By the look on her face, and
the tone of her voice, I thought that she was angry with me, but I soon found
out different.  “Stand up,” she ordered.  I stood as she slipped from the table
and was quickly on her knees in front of me.  It only took her a second to undo
my pants, pull them and my underwear down to my knees and set my rigid cock
free.  It had just sprung free of the cotton when her warm, moist mouth slipped
over the head and down the shaft.  My head fell backward and I swooned a little
at that first rush of pleasure that went through me, but it didn’t stay
backward very long.  I wanted to watch her work on my cock.

I watched her lips moving up
and down the shaft of my cock and I could feel the moisture of her mouth and
the pressure of her tongue on the underside of my shaft.  She moaned and gulped
as her head bobbed back and forth on me.  She pulled her mouth off of me and
looked up at me with playful, green eyes as her tongue traced circles around
the head of my cock and she licked the full length of my shaft several times on
both sides, then she took me deep into her mouth again and began bobbing back
and forth on my cock keeping her lips tight as she sucked on me.  All of the
previous experience my cock had ever had was from my own hand and this was
much, much better.  I thought that I would explode when her fingers began
caressing my balls and she held them in her hand.  Too much more of that and I
would have blew my load in her mouth, but she stopped suddenly, rose to her
feet, holding my cock in her hand and closed her mouth over mine.

Her tongue shot into my mouth
and began exploring inside, making circles around my tongue.  She was panting
and seemed to have a hunger to devour my mouth and tongue.  I’m assuming that
it was some sort of instinct that made me respond the way I did, because I had
never kissed nor been kissed like that in my life, but soon found myself
matching her.  My tongue was plunging inside of her mouth and sliding and
gliding around her tongue.  She would draw my tongue deep into her mouth and
begin sucking on it and stroking it, just like she had with my cock.  Her hand
was softly stroking me while we kissed. 

She abruptly pulled away and
lay back on the table while she pulled me by the cock toward her spread legs. 
For the first time in my life, I watched the head of my cock come into contact
with a moist, pink pussy and then I watched it disappear past the lips and into
the warm sheath beyond.  The thrill of that feeling made my knees buckle and I
grasped the edge of the table to support myself as my body seemed to go weak
for a moment.  I felt the entire length of my cock be swallowed up by the warm,
wet hole and then felt her legs wrap around me and pull me deeper.  She started
slowly at first, lifting and thrusting her mound against me and then letting it
drop away as she stroked my cock with her pussy.  She would tighten and squeeze
me as she lowered her hips, then loosen her grip and drive me into her.  I soon
matched her slow, steady rhythm and drank in the deep pleasure of the moment.

Something in me cut loose and I
began to drive into her harder and deeper.  The feeling that was surging over
me had turned me into an animal and I began plunging my cock into her faster,
harder and deeper.  Her guttural growls began anew and the gasping moans grew
in intensity and I thrust inside of her.  I could feel the head of my cock
slamming into something soft at the very depth of her and each time it did she
let a soft squeal escape her lips.  The sound only drove me on harder and
faster.  I could feel an ache begin to build in my balls and a pressure began
to fill the length of my shaft.  I held my breath and fought to hold onto it as
I continued thrusting.  In only a few moments she caught her breath as she had
done before and held it in as her body began to tremble.  The pressure in my
cock was almost beyond control and I gritted my teeth as I fought to hold it
back.

When she let out a long deep
moan of pleasure and slammed me inside of her with her legs to hold me tight, I
felt the first stream shoot from my cock.  She held me deep inside her and I
pressed her mound hard against me.  I felt wave after wave of my milk streaming
out inside of her.  I looked down at her warm, feminine curves, her dusty-rose
nipples and her hungry green eyes and I watched the pleasure that was passing
between us as I convulsed with each shot of cum that escaped me.  She held me
deep inside of her as she finished and I watched the hungry look in her eyes
transform to a glowing smile of contentment.

All sorts of feeling rushed
through my brain as I began to try to process what had just happened between me
and this stranger.  I wasn’t sure what to do.  I looked down to where my cock
was buried behind her smooth mound.  Should I return to being noble as I had
planned?  Did I please her?  I would kind of like to try this all over again. 
Would she let me?  Everything was answered soon enough when I looked back up at
her warm eyes.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?”
she teased.

He wasn’t sure if his eyes had
played a trick on him, but he really thought he saw Rachel drawing back from a
kiss with Emily.  It had only been a flash of a moment, but it stuck in his
mind as clear as any photograph.  There was something sensual that flashed
between them and then it all seemed to disappear.  It was probably just his
imagination.  It wouldn’t be the first time that he fantasized about the two of
them kissing, to be honest, in most of his fantasies they did more than kiss. 
He tried to dismiss the thought from his mind.  What he had seen had happened
days ago and he had simply built it into something more than it really was
because he was horny.

Try as he might, however, the
image wouldn’t leave his mind as he drove his truck and horse trailer to meet
Emily and Rachel at Rachel’s place.  The “mind-flash” merely jumped to other
images that were already burned in his mind.  He knew the soft touch of
Rachel’s lips, excited and passionate as she hungrily devoured him.  He knew
the feel of her lips on his body.  He knew how sensuous and erotic her lips
could be when they were wrapped around his cock.  The thought of her looking up
at him smiling with bright green eyes and dark hair was making him hard.  The
soft, feminine curves of her neck and shoulders, the fullness of her breasts
with the dark-cherry nipples, the way her waist curves to her hips, the shape
of her sculpted legs and the inviting triangle between her thighs that she kept
neatly trimmed were all images that were forever burned in his mind.  He
remembered the feel of being inside of her, the warm wetness of her and the way
her swollen pussy lips embraced his cock.  He stroked his cock through his
jeans as he imagined himself making love to her.