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My get away
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The rain kept pouring down. The wind was howling. It didn't seem like the storm was going to let up. At least it wasn't going to anytime soon. The electricity had gone out a few hours ago. The only lighting inside the small cabin. Was the crackling fire in the fireplace. Along with a few candles scattered abroad. Maybe I had picked the wrong week for time away. Time away from the big bad city. All the crime, all the night noises. Everything since I had gotten here was wonderful. The only thing I could hear at night, was the crickets playing their lullaby's. That and a slow moving creek not far from the cabin. It was a campers paradise for sure. The brochure hadn't lied, that's for sure.
A streak of lightening flashed straight out of the sky. Its sharp tip had broken the tip off a tall pine in the distance. I had jumped and possibly screamed with the initial shock. Then watched in amazement. As that tall pine broke nearly in half. The top crest falling. The sky was blistering with flashes of lightening. A constant reminder that this storm. This monsoon wasn't letting up anytime soon.
A foreign pecking noise came from no where. I sat bolt upright looking around. Taking in my surroundings. Suddenly afraid that now another tree had been blistered. Afraid that its peak was about to crash through the roof. I had no idea where to run or where to hide. Then the foreign peck sounded again. This time it was a bit louder. The sound was followed by a strangers voice.
"Is anyone in there?" Without even thinking of who could be on the other side. I rushed across the floor. Swinging it open ushering them inside. It took all the force I had to close the creaky door closed again.
Turning I could see the most amazing eyes. They were nearly as black as the coldest night. Taken back a moment. My hand moved to the center of my chest. It was as if I were suddenly struggling to breath. Then I noticed the puddle he was leaving on the floor. I turned opening the huge closet. It stood between the bathroom door and the bedroom. I grabbed a towel. Then I grabbed a couple more. I knew one towel would never be enough.
I rushed back and handed him one smiling softly. "What are you doing out in this storm?" It was the only thought that came to mind. I had to think of something to say. I knew if I didn't nothing would be rational. I would sound like a blubbering idiot.
"Thanks" was all this stranger said. I held my hand out offering to take his coat. He unzipped its front and slipped out of its warm confines. Then handed it to me. I started to put it in the closet beside the door. The drips dropping on my foot, changed my mind. Instead I hung it on the door knob.
When I turned back he was starring at me. It wasn't an uneasy stare. If anything it was a curious one. "What are you doing here by yourself?" I thought for a moment before answering. Then smiled a sneaky secret type of smile. "Who says I'm alone?" He looked around the cabin. Suddenly the warmth of its snuggly reproach. Didn't feel quite as snuggly. If anything it felt smothering. He pointed at the kitchen table. "Well usually one place, one set of silverware and one glass, means one person." I was taken back by his watchful eye and laughed nervously. "I came to get away from the city. I'm tired of the crime. Of all the night noises. I came here to relax while working on a book." He nodded and his smile broadened. "Oh so you're a writer?" Suddenly defensive I nodded stubbornly. "Yes I am."
We smiled at one another for a brief moment. Then it occurred to me. "Are you hungry?" I had no way of knowing how long this man had been in the woods. He smiled even wider and nodded. "Actually I'm starving! My name is Adam by the way, what's yours?" I slipped my hand out to great his wet palm. "I'm Angela its nice to meet you." "Likewise, especially with this rain pouring down." We laughed in unison. He continued to dry. I went back to the cabinet between the bathroom and looked through my clothing. This man was a lot larger than anything I had. I knew he couldn't wear my clothing. Luckily for him I loved men shirts to sleep in. The type that would just swallow you whole. I turned to him with a sheepish grin. "I have a shirt you might squeeze into. I don't have anything as for pants. Unless you might be able to fit into some of my jogging pants!" I reached back into the closet and looked at the tag. Sure enough the ones I used for jogging were always two sizes to big. I liked them that way. The sweats wouldn't stick to me while I was jogging. I reached them out to him laughing. "They far from match, but they might keep you warm." He laughed with me and took them. He slipped past me into the bathroom to change. As he did I went to dip him out some stew I'd made earlier in the day.
He spoke softly from behind me. "I had no idea where you wanted me to put my drenched cloths. So I hung them over the shower rod and moved it in the middle of the tub. I hope that was alright?" I smiled and nodded. "That is just fine, now eat while its still some what warm." He sat down and did he eat. I have never seen such an appetite from anyone in my life! He ate three bowls of stew with crackers. Washed that down with four glasses of lemonade. Then let out a thunderous belch. Which he hid behind his hand. He blushed so red, he put the fire to shame. I asked if he would like anything else to eat or drink. He shook his head and said "If I eat or drink another thing. I swear I think I will explode right here." I had to laugh because I couldn't agree with him more.
We moved into the living room near the fire. I started to put another log or two onto the already burning embers. He rushed to my assistance. "Here let me, it's the least I can do." I smiled and curled up on the sofa and watched him. His hair was as black as a crows feather. His eyes were almost the same shade. The sun had to have kissed his skin over a million times. He was dark every where. I knew he had to either be of another nationality but his English was better than mine.
After he finished stoking the fire. It sat on the floor in front of the sofa near me. I wanted to reach out and touch his hair. To feel if it was near as silky as it looked. How could I even wonder such thoughts? I had never met this man before. Yet here he was on the cabin floor. Which I had rented for the week. In the most romantic setting ever. A raging storm outside. Candles lit throughout every room and this beautiful crackling fire. Now this gorgeous man sitting here in front of me.
He tilted his head back with a huge grin. "You shouldn't think thoughts like that about a stranger. Let alone one you've never even laid eyes on." Was I really that transparent or was he guessing. "What thoughts would that be?" I laughed innocently, hoping to throw him off. He turned on the floor leaning his side against the front of the sofa. "Oh the ones where you were wondering what I looked like without any clothes." I knew I blushed from head to toe. I felt like I was on fire on the inside and the out. "I was not thinking that!" He simply smiled a knowing smile and nodded. "Oh yes you were, I could see it in your eyes." Laughing I shook my head. "You're wrong, I wasn't thinking anything of the kind." Then went back to drinking my own lemonade.
He sat there for a while staring at me smiling. It was as if he were trying to break my will. I laughed aloud "would you please stop staring at me?" He shook his head smiling bigger than before. "Only if you'll confess." I laughed shaking my head in return. "Forget it, its not happening." He sighed as if I'd hurt his feelings. He even hung his head as a wounded child would. "Oh for heaven sake!" He laughed and turned the rest of the way around. "It is a pity though, I was thinking those thoughts about you."
I had only thought I was on fire before. That fire had been mild compared to the one burning its way through me now. He reached up without saying anything and pushed a single strand of hair from my face. Carefully tucking it behind my ear. He leaned in a little closer. His long fingers slipped over the rim of my glass. He eased it from my fingers and placed it on the table behind me. His voice was as warm as a summer breeze. Blowing its way through the thick vines of a willow. "Would you mind terribly if I kissed you right now?" I couldn't say anything. The voice that had been mine all my life. Had suddenly denied me control. Nodding slowly even though everything inside me screamed for me to shake. The nod continued, it wasn't long before his warm dark lips found mine. They brushed lightly from side to side, slowly coaxing my lips to part for him. When they did he leaned back smiling softly. "I was only guessing as to what you were thinking." I had to laugh and nod, "I know."
We laughed together, our eyes never leaving one another's. I whispered low, "since you saw fit to trick me. I get to do what I was thinking." He smiled and nodded "fair enough." I reached out timidly sliding my fingers through his some what long dark hair. It was just as silky as it looked. "How do you keep your hair so soft?" He gave me a lop sided grin. "Well ma'am, its called shampoo!" I laughed and swatted his arm playfully. "I was being serious!" He laughed with me rubbing his arm. As if my little swats could possibly hurt him. "Maybe its my Indian blood, I don't know?" I couldn't help but ask, curiosity got the better of me. "What type of Indian are you?" He leaned back against the sofa looking up at me. "I'm a Cherokee. What about you?" I laughed, pale as a sheet me. "I don't have any Indian blood in me. Doesn't my red hair give it away?" He laughed but this time his laugh was soft. "Oh you do, you may not realize it but you do." Wrinkling my brows together, looking puzzled. "I do?" He nodded slowly "Uh huh". Then his long forefinger slid along my high cheek bones. "Don't these give you away?" I had never noticed before. He was right my cheek bones were higher than anyone I knew. "He dragged the same finger along the steep slope of my nose. Lightly tapping the tip "and this?" I started to argue. His finger continued its journey. Slowly sliding along my lower full lip. "And this is a definite give away." My voice sounded as if it belonged to someone else. "It is?"
He nodded once and leaned up again. His long palm cradled my cheek. This time when his mouth claimed mine. It was as raging as the storm outside. The tip of his warm tongue didn't seek permission from my lips this time. It pierced between them. I was beginning to understand why they called Indians savages. He may be a strong man but he was anything but a savage. His touch was gentle yet demanding. His warm seductive tongue was so velvety soft. The question came to mind. Was I seducing him, or was he seducing me. My fingers slipped back through his dark hair. I couldn't help but want him closer to me.
It didn't take long to find myself scooted down on the sofa. This Adam laying atop of me. His long slender waist wedged between my warm creamy thighs. His kiss left my mouth. As his strong fingers worked blindly down the front of my shirt. Opening one button at a time. Where I had been staying in the cabin alone. I hadn't bothered with a bra. I wasn't expecting company. The soft gasp he released as he found my breast. Proved I did well by not wearing one. His nose nuzzled the full flesh. As his palm cradled the other side. It wasn't long until his dark lips brushed across the hard peak he had created. They lingered there exploring, devouring. Again and again his lips would close over that peak. Taunting it to wrinkle higher. Then his sharp teeth would brush that hard button. Only to make me shiver beneath him.
He tortured one nipple, then the next. Leaving a soft trail of dry kisses from one valley to the next. After I thought this torture would never end it did. Only to be introduced to a new one. The tip of his hot wet tongue slithered out. Slowly rolling around one peak then the other. He was going so fast from one breast to the other. It was as if his mouth was moving with the lightening. The bright lightening that flashed just outside this safe confine. Those shivers turned into tremors. For the first time in my entire life. The warm wave rushed through me, soaking my panties. I had my first orgasm from nipple play alone. I had strangled the cry as I lost control. He knew he'd won that pleasure. He knew that he'd made me crave him so much. His mouth drew downward. His nimble fingers finished opening the last of the buttons.
As he pushed the white and blue striped shirt open. His voice was a soft rugged breathless whisper. "You're beautiful, absolutely beautiful." He placed soft tender kisses around my navel. Taking the time to nip the soft hole in my belly with his lips tenderly. His voice was low, gravely. Chanting my name again and again. As if he was a warrior. My navel was the giant burning bonfire. And his tongue was the lave that caused my heart to beat.
His mouth drifted lower pausing at the top of my jeans. He looked up at me. I had only thought his eyes were dark before. There was a raging storm going on outside. There was another going on inside. Inside of him, inside of me, everything was pure chaos. The tip of my moist tongue drew along soft full dry lips. I couldn't speak I wasn't even able to nod. He took my loss as a yes. He opened the button and tugged the zipper down its tracks. Pushing the denim apart his soft mouth started kissing me through my panties. He worked my jeans down my hips as he slid off the sofa. He took my jeans with me tossing them over the back of a nearby chair. "Beautiful" was all he could say. He leaned down again. Stopping on one knee his mouth started toying with the front of my panties. I cannot say what he was doing as I couldn't see him. I can only tell you what it felt like. His lips kissed my mound. Then slowly fled kisses down my hidden slit. Exploring the moist softness of the satin. His groan sent fire through my veins. An unspeakable fire. He took his time. Nothing, no encouragements could push him into going any faster. He nuzzled lower until his nose was pressing against the cleft. The cleft that made me a woman. He nuzzled there pushing the fabric between my moist slit. Until I felt the tip of his nose on my hard aching clit. I shuddered, my fingers clenching the back cushion and the one along my hip. He nuzzled harder, I could feel his tongue toying with the fabric. Giving me a preview of what he would do if they weren't there. I bit my lower lip to stop from crying out as another wave washed over me.
That was all it took. He stood up sliding his fingers down the elastic of my panties. Slowly gliding them down my narrow thighs. Then off my sock covered feet. He paused with a grin and pulled off one sock then the other. Placing a delicate kiss on either ankle.
I thought this was it. This was when I would finally feel Adam. I thought this was when I was finally going to be quenched by the fire he'd started. I was wrong.
His arms slid beneath my knees. The other behind my shoulders. With ease he carried me to the bed. My arm slid around his neck. Holding on tightly where he wouldn't drop me. He kissed my lips over and over. I could taste myself on him. Even though he'd never touched my bare sex. I could still taste my sweet nectar. He took my holding onto him as help. He threw the quilt and top sheet down. With one swing of his long bronze arm. Then eased me into bed. His mouth found mind again and rekindled the raging fire once more.
This time he gave one breast a soft nip. Then slid between my thighs. Pushing them apart easily enough. He took one long deep lick with his tongue. My hands went over my head and held onto the head board. I cried out in pleasure. The sound of my voice mingled with the crack of thunder. He let out an animalistic grown. With both hands he left my thighs and pressed my smooth shaven pussy lips apart. His tongue took long lazy licks from my honey drenched entrance. Then his tongue explored that silky pond. Toying with that little drowning button. I shuddered he groaned in response. Delicately he pushed that protective hood back. His tongue was like a flickering flame. It was every where and no where at the same time. Harder licks drowned with soft ones. Demanding licks smothered by exploring ones.
I have no idea how many orgasms I had. Just with the exploration of his tongue and hands with my body. When I was covered in sweat and wasn't sure if my next breath was my last. He stood up unbuttoned the shirt I'd let him borrow. Slipped it off his shoulders. They were broad, strong, rippled with muscles. I could tell by the way they were straining. It was taking every effort he had to keep himself in check. He didn't want to get carried away and end things to quickly. He opened the jogging pants and slid them down his muscular thighs.
My eyes were starving for him. I was devouring every inch of this mans body with my eyes. I couldn't get enough. When the sweats slid down his thighs, my breath caught. I had never seen a man that was so atomically correct. He was perfect. His dark hair, his black eyes. The broadness of his smooth chest. His stomach was taunt, tight with muscles. His hips were curved perfectly. They flooded down to those muscular thighs to those long narrow feet. His maleness was long, thick. It was full of boiling seed and blood. I could see every dark vein going through it. I was amazed it was like a roadmap to his core. His cock was thicker than anyone else I had ever been with. I was sure he would rip me in half.
He must have caught the look in my eyes. He eased down onto the bed. Gently pushing his way between my thighs. Softly kissing my lips whispering something in his native tongue. I had no idea what it was but the coarseness of his voice was enough. The gentle yet firmness of his hands curled around my breasts. Cupping, kneading them gently as his warm lips sipped those high peaks over and over again. I was ready to cry out with delight all over again. As I felt the head of that thick sex slide along my slick center. I groaned a protest but his lips wouldn't stop caressing my nipples. As I screamed out my wondrous orgasm. He slid into me in one fluid motion.
He didn't hurt me at all. Instead it was quite the opposite reaction. He moved slowly at first. His lips moving from nipple to nipple. Then up the side of my neck. Slowly gently worrying the outside edge of my ear. I whimpered as the fire inside of me consumed me. Sweat trickled down my pale flesh. His bronze skin was afire. His sweat dripped on my body. Normally this would bother me. I had never liked being "dripped" on before. This time it was so sensual I craved it. I crave everything this fire gave me. He moved a little faster. His palms tightened around my breasts. He made my nipples stand taller for him. He moaned a cry as my hard nipples slid along his damp chest. He thrust harder faster. That was it nothing was stopping him now.
His hands slid down my body. Then under my ass making his chest press into mine. His lips covered mine again. This time there was no teasing. There was no taunting. There was taking! And nothing on this earth, in heaven or down in the deepest pits of hell was stopping him. He drove into me roughly. His thick cock sliding inside my slick velvet walls. Harder faster. His breath quaking with mine. He took mine only to give back. My fingers dug into his shoulders. Down his back leaving claw marks. Until they found the taunt firm cheeks of his ass. Then sank in to hold on. His strong hands slid up my thighs locking my legs around him. Then back to my ass. His hands were strong powerful and this time I felt just how powerful. He squeezed both cheeks of my ass tightly as he hammered inside of me. Driving every rock hard inch of him inside of me.
A loud crack of thunder thundered the walls. Making everything shake including us. That was all it took. My head dove back into the pillows. His mouth possessed my neck. Licking viciously sucking the sweat. Taking time to mark me as his. His lover, his everything. He took me to new heights. I screamed aloud. So fucking loud all was lost. He screamed with me a sound I had never heard from a man. It was as loud as the thunder and as deep as the waves from the oceans. I felt it the pulsing. First one, then the second then the third flood of his seed. He flooded my womb with his maleness. Protection, we didn't think of protection. It was to late now and I far from cared. The night went on for hours.
The last orgasm we shared sent us both into a peaceful sleep. I was asleep in the safety of his long strong arms. As they cradled me to him. His maleness pressed against the crack of my ass. He wasn't hard, but he wasn't totally soft either. I was quite sure I would get a lot more loving in the morning. The storm raged on that night. The lightening flashed its presence across the walls. The thunder lulled us to sleep. I had never felt so comfortable. So protected, as I did with this stranger.
~The End~
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