Lake Tahoe

Dear Reader...this narrative is meant for those that appreciate the subtlety of a very delicate seduction.

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I stood in front of the living room window of the cabin we had rented for the weekend, wrapped in a fluffy white towel. I had just finished combing my hair, clean and damp from a refreshing shower. I looked out beyond our bicycles, still propped against the porch where we left them after our ride, to the copper glow of the sun fallen below a bank of clouds that cradled the mountains and cast shadows on the lake below. You stood directly behind me, watching with me, wearing nothing but faded blue jeans. Your left arm, wrapped around my neck, encircled my naked shoulders. Your right hand gently stroked up and down the side of my right arm. The contours of your torso against my shoulders felt extraordinary. My left arm hung at my side. My chin rested against your forearm. My right hand, beside it, held your wrist. My motion stilled, you knew I felt the fall to you coming. You were aware of the wish that your proximity made burn in me-namely, to have you inside of me, all around and in control of me. My pussy wept for the touch of your erection, so tantalizingly close to my sex, hard against my back. I felt flush after flush of desire. I was your woman and you were my Master, my loved man. My heart thumped in my chest. My mind and body were poised for an experience of passion and surrender. All of my senses were pregnant. I felt so alive.

You were like a force of nature upon me. I felt the diminishment of my thoughts like a cascade of water from a brook in the mountains to a gentle stream on a plateau below. I felt your breath like the descent of winter clouds in a deep valley, a very fine chainmail surrounding me, protecting me, and baffling all that was outside of us. I felt the touch of your skin like the warmth of a campfire on an October night, a focal point of energy, my circle of life. I felt your eyes like the stars, illuminating subtly, a sky I loved being under.

I was safe and I felt at home.

In a secret part of me I was uncomfortable as well. My mind wanted to go out, to be the giver, to escape the awareness that it was so in adept at being the recipient of love.

"I want to move."

You nuzzled your nose in my hair, and then whispered into my ear "No."

My stomach flopped. My eyes closed and I moaned silently. Moments passed. You very softly nibbled and sucked on my earlobe.

"Please."

"No Angel, you must stay still. I am going to make it real, give you what you have always deserved, and show you what you have always wanted."

My grip tightened around your wrist, my head rolled to the left and I immediately lost the fight not to choke up. "How do you know these things?" I whimpered, feeling ashamed that you could see my weakness.

You ran your right hand down the side of my face then through my damp hair. "Shh, it's OK, I just do."

With that, you moved a hand to each shoulder and turned me around. I didn't look at your face because I didn't want you to see me cry. You placed a hand on my chin and lifted it, and then you leaned forward and kissed away my tears. "Tracy..."

I felt compelled to look up.

"I am going to touch you."

I swallowed.

"Everywhere."

My eyes became large and a shiver ran through me.

"I am going to map your body with my fingers, my breath, and my tongue. It will bring me enormous pleasure if you will only be concerned with yourself. Will you try to do that for me?"

My God, permission in the form of a request, the perfect hand up. "Alright", deep breath, "Yes, I will." My tears forgotten, I smiled from the center of my heart.

You put your finger tips gently on my cheeks and crawled them, spider like, to the back of my jaw. You turned your hands over and drew a line back along your path then started again. You increased the pressure this time, pulling my face towards yours as you advanced your fingers into my hair. Your palms settled over my ears and you held me like that. The feeling was incredible. I was like a kitten picked up by the back of the neck. I totally relaxed. My lips parted in anticipation. I said "I am yours." Your cock throbbed against my belly as you settled your lips against mine in a soft, sweet kiss. Then you pulled your lips and cock away. I bounced my knees up and down trying to relieve the tension from the intensity and need instantly washing over me. I was overwhelmed from being handled so delicately.

"Be still."

I stopped. I closed my eyes again and leaned my head back. You ran your fingers down my neck, across my collar bones, then down to the top of the towel. With a simple tug it was undone and fell to the floor. I raised my head and leveled my penetrating eyes on yours. I felt like you were fucking me just by looking up and down my body, as if I was being cocooned by your stare and rescued from the world. You felt an intense sense of power at the site of my naked, prone body. Blood pumped furiously through your cock. Your jeans were much too tight, but you didn't open or take them down. You left them because it tormented me, and because it helped keep the desire to drop me to the floor and fuck us into oblivion right then in check. Your longing to cum inside of me presented itself in your mind for the umpteenth time. You caught your breath and willed yourself not to move. You took me with your eyes.

Your hands began. Slowly they descended over my large breasts, fingers spread. Every place they touched felt transformed, as if by alchemy. We both watched. When you got to my big pink nipples all of your fingers closed in and you pulled them, pinching.

I let out a long low moan. "I cannot stand." I didn't want to fight to stand.

"You must." The small inflection at the corners of your mouth, the way your eyelids dropped slightly, told me that you were in perfect control of yourself, and knew exactly what I could take. You leaned in and whisper in my ear "Spread your legs."

I moaned aloud. I took a deep breathe.... I spread my legs shoulder width apart, feeling that exquisite sense that I was no longer mine.

You drew your hands under my breasts from the outside, cupping them in your hands. You lifted them, feeling their weight, watching their shape change as you fondled them. You growled quietly, imagining running your cock back and forth between them. Pre-cum seeped into your pants.

I wanted you naked so badly. I could see how tightly the jeans caged your beautiful sex; I wanted to relieve the pressure, to free your tool, to expose it....to own it. However, I knew that was not the plan. I did not even ask. I reminded myself to focus on my own pleasure.

You spread your legs wider than mine and squatted down. When I felt your mouth take a nipple into it I felt utterly overwhelmed. I was so aroused that it was like being melted by the warm sun and shocked by electricity at the same time. We both groaned. I wove my fingers into your hair and arched my back. "Suck them, please."

"You haven't felt anything yet." You teased after you had suckled each one.

I needed to kiss you. I ran my hands up the back of your neck and into your hair. I pulled. "No Love. Pay attention to my touch." You surveyed my torso, instantly navigating a course for your fingers. I moaned again and relax my hands, dropping them to your shoulders. You knelt down onto the discarded towel. You were the very powerful image of love of femme. I felt a power that had existed for all human time. You started again at the outside of my breasts. You drew your fingers slowly, barely touching me, down my sides, tracing my curves. I squeezed the muscles of your shoulders and ran my hands over your upper back. You placed one hand against the small of my back and lay the other against my belly, as if you were feeling for a child. You looked solemnly into my eyes "You are a beautiful woman." I floated away on your words.

I was brought back by the feeling of your warm breath on my mons. It made me so very aroused. My breath caught in my throat as I felt your tongue lightly begin to trace circles along the crease at the top of my thigh. I tried not to, but my hips had a will of their own, pushing forward. I was quaking from my very foundation. You smiled inside. Your cock pulsates with pleasure. You knew I was yours, and that I would do whatever you asked. You moved your hands so that they could trace the same delicate line down my legs. Then, you traced your fingers lightly up the inside of my thighs. My moans were like a firm hand stroking your straining prick. "Touch my pussy, touch me please." You traced a line around my swollen pussy lips front to back. You breathed onto my clit from directly in front of it. You wrapped your hands around my ass and squeezed the soft round globes. My hands ran through your hair again and again. I was full of the most intense glow of feeling, the most electric anticipation, and the most powerful sense of intimacy.

Getting to your feet you took my hand and led me to the sofa. You did not take your eyes off of me. You looked like you wanted to devour me. I saw an image in my mind of you pushing me down hard with your broad chest against mine, your hands taking my wrists above my head and pinning them against the arm of the couch, your tongue assaulting my mouth and your hips thrusting your hard cock between my legs. I stared at you while I imagined this, unknowingly reaching my hands out to surround your waist and pull you to me. You gently pushed my hands away, smiling at the tigress you sensed inside, and motioned for me to sit down. I sank to the cushion and felt my inner slut join me as I stared at the cock that I craved.

You retrieved the towel, folded it neatly, and laid it on the floor in front of me. You unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans, then sat down on it cross legged. I could see a stain of pre-cum growing at your crotch. I was naked and my juices were dripping from me. My hands ran over my thighs and up towards my clit. "No, no, no." You batted them away. I dropped my head to my chest, looking at you through my lashes, and smiled. "Place your hands on the sofa and don't move them" you commanded. I complied, digging my fingers into the fabric in frustration.

You lifted my foot. You caressed it with your hands. You rubbed it gently as you lifted it to your mouth. You watched me as you extended your tongue and lay my big toe on it. No one had ever done this to me and I was shocked at how amazing it felt. It was as if there was a huge nerve going directly from my foot to my clit. You slowly drew it, and then each other toe one by one, into your mouth to suck on and nibble. I saw that you loved doing this for me and it made my heart feel so light. I had to lie back as the feelings of tenderness and delight overcame me. My breasts rose and fell, splayed slightly to each side against my rib cage. You lathed the soft arch of my foot with your tongue, kissed the top of it, and then lowered it onto your raging hard on. I sat bolt upright and curled my toes into your groomed pubes. I couldn't believe how erotic your cock felt beneath the fabric against the bottom of my foot. Moisture ran from me onto the couch. "Sweet Fucker" I said softly.

You smiled. You ran your hands over my calves and up my thighs. You took your palm, laid it against my pubic bone, and drew it down until the heel of your hand was over my aching clit. You held it there for just a moment, and then took it away. I wanted to stop you, but your command was like a bond of cement between my palms and the fabric of the couch. You picked up my other foot and ran your fingers between my toes. You ran wet sloppy kisses and bites all along it. You placed it against your chest and I could actually feel your heart beating under it. It was incredibly sensual.

You took an ankle in each hand and placed my feet on either side of you. You got back on your knees and ran your hands up my thighs as you nestled your body between my legs. You slid your fingers back up my sides and around to my back where you pulled my hips to the front of the cushion. I slid through the marsh of wetness between my legs. Suddenly you embraced me fully and laid the side of your face against my chest. "You can move your hands."

I instantly reached under your arms and around your back, pulling you to me as hard as I could. My cheek rubbed along yours as we pulled our faces back enough to look each other in the eyes. We felt the heart of each other as if it were us inside out. At the same exact moment we sought each other's mouth. It was like diving into a warm pool. Our breath mingled, our lips parted, our tongues sunk onto each other's and melted together by the most beautiful serpentine movements. You pulled back for a moment, then you touched your lips against mine and kissed me. You did the same to one lip at a time, repeating again and again. I was swimming in lust. I gently pulled at your lower lip with my teeth, and then I relaxed my mouth as you bathed my tongue with yours. I could not help but cry. I was so blown away by the delicacy of your seduction. You circled your hands around the back of my shoulders and took my face in your hands.

"Wrap your legs around my waist Baby." I flexed my arm and leg muscles as you raised us up until you were standing. Your hands locked under my ass, my pussy lips pressed wet against the bare flesh exposed between your jean zipper's edges, and my head leaned against your shoulder. My arms and legs felt so good around you holding tight. I ran little kisses up and down your neck, thrilled to display my affection. When we reached the bedroom I found that the curtains were drawn, a fire burned, and candles were lit all around. It felt like I was entering a sanctuary, which I was.

You took me, not to the bed, but to the fluffy white rug in front of the fireplace. I let go my legs and arms and sank to my knees. I curled my fingers into the waistband over your hips. I felt my little slut after your cock. You again extracted my hands and put them to my sides. You stepped back out of my reach and put your own thumbs into the waistband, then pulled your jeans down very slowly over your gorgeous erection, down your legs, and off over your feet. When you stood tall I had the luxury of surveying your physical realm. The amber glow from the flames richly illuminated your muscles. Your hard nipples were my hearts desire. Your cock stood, the quintessence of masculinity, glistening with natural lubricant that you spread up and down your shaft with a few light strokes of your hand.

I could not help myself. "I have to have you."

"And you shall" you said earnestly. "But not now: Lay down on your stomach."

I sat down on my feet; my brows knit together "No. I need you inside of me right now" I whined.

You stepped forward. "Lay down on your stomach."

A shadow sunk in me. I felt crazy pent up desire. I did not move. I implored with my eyes.

You took my face in your hands and whispered "Tracy, lay down." I closed my eyes and sighed. Your order made blood pulse in my clit.

I smiled as I lay out on the soft rug. I wondered what was coming next. I heard you move away slightly then return. My nose filled with the sweet smell of peonies as I noticed a small vase of the flowers near my head on the hearth. You ran a hand through my hair then down my spine. I felt like ice melting under your touch. You looked down at my petite frame, appreciating my form and my blond hair shining in the fire's light. You knew the time was near, and that your patience would have its reward. You straddled my hips on your knees and then sat down on the top of my firm legs. The feeling of your sex descending made me wild. You pushed your hips forward and back until your hot wet shaft was nestled between my alabaster ass cheeks. "Do you like that?" Your cock twitched and drooled onto me.

"Yes, yes I do."

I heard a bottle top pop open and something being rubbed between your palms. I smiled again as I realized you were going to give me a massage with your large, powerful hands. As your palms pressed into my shoulders I lost a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. I was literally under you now, and despite my thoughts having succumbed to you, my body knew to be alert. You leaned forward and increased the pressure. I moaned long and low. This was perfect luxury; your soft ball sack and erection on my ass and your warm palms on my tight muscles. You pushed down with your fingers onto my traps as if you were playing keys on a piano. You were playing me very well. I moaned loud, drifting again.

"I'm glad you like it Precious." You drew your palms down my back on either side of my spine until you reached my lumbar spine, then you pushed sideways and back up. I moaned and moaned. I loved the way you were touching me, healing my body and keeping my sex simmering. You repeated the circle several times before moving up, and running your hands out and down my delts. I was clay and you were an artist molding it. You ran your hands over my arms and hands, then up my neck and through my hair. My entire being was absorbed in the moment.

I was pulled out of my meditation by the feel of your weight lifting from me. I opened my eyes. You lifted up onto your knees. Your eyes held dark mischief and there was a more compelling tone to your voice as you said "Turn over for me."

When I was lying once again, this time on my back, I had to say it: "My pleasure." Our bodies lying together in the golden light was just so beautiful. I felt a wave of heat flow between my hips as I gazed at your throbbing cock right in front of my eyes. I licked my lips and looked piercingly into your eyes. I pushed my breasts together, glancing from your eyes to your cock then back, and raised an eyebrow as I smiled.

"Patience teaches patience Little One."

"I am not patient." My voice sounded like gravel pouring.

You laughed, but didn't respond. You took more oil between your hands, rubbed it around, and then laid your hands against the top of my breasts, drawing your hands outward, gently down, and then off of my arms.

I found myself doing an inventory of my senses, noticing the smell of the flowers, the sound of the fire, the soft light flickering, and especially the feel of your weight, your sex on mine. I realized that I had everything I needed to call myself wealthy in that moment........ I closed my eyes and drifted in the glowing warmth.

The "click" brought me back. Eyes suddenly wide open, I saw a wicked grin on your face as I felt you pull my free hand to the other one and close the second metal cuff.