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                          THE LUST WEEKEND

                             CHAPTER TWO

                             THE SHOWER

 (INTRO: This  is the second part  of a fantasy weekend  retreat. In
 Part 1, we arrived at the cabin, unpacked, and went for a moonlight
 swim in  the lake. As  in all good  fantasies, we made  love in the
 water. The story continues...)

 We reluctantly wade  to the shore and retrieve  our clothes, but we
 do not put  them on. We walk hand in  hand, nude, through the trees
 and back to  the cabin. Our bodies still  tingle from a combination
 of the act of love just completed and the cool night air.

 Upon arriving at  the cabin, we toss our clothes  onto a chair near
 the  fireplace. Our  bodies are   still damp  and she  is shivering
 slightly. She decides to take a  shower and heads for the bathroom.
 "How about  a drink to  help warm you  up?" I ask,  heading for the
 kitchen.

 "Sounds good" she replies, closing the door to the bath. I hear the
 water running  as I make us  each a whiskey sour.  The clock on the
 wall begins  to chime. Glancing at  the clock, I notice  the time -
 ten o'clock. We've been here only  two hours and already have begun
 acting like wild animals in heat. It feels good.

 A slight  chill passed  through me  and broke  my into  thoughts. I
 realized I was still naked and beginning to feel cold from the lake
 water. Carrying  our drinks, I headed  for the bathroom and  a warm
 shower.

 I push open the door and a wave  of steam rolls into the cabin. She
 is still in the shower and I can barely discern her outline through
 the frosted glass door of the  shower. As the steam clears, my view
 improves. I can  see the profile of her body  now. The smooth lines
 of her legs, the softly-rounded area of her stomach, and the gentle
 curves of  her breasts. The sight  of her in the  shower begins the
 arousal process in me. I set the glasses on the corner of the sink.

 I watch  her through  the glass   as she  showers. Her  hands slide
 gracefully along her curves, lathering  her body in the warm water.
 She has an  exquisite body, and she is aware  of it. She has always
 been comfortable  with her sexuality,  willing to explore  and find
 what excites her. It is this  knowledge of herself that has made me
 the lover I am. By knowing what  pleases her, she is able to direct
 me so I can please her.

 Pausing as she reaches her breasts,  she cups them and smoothes her
 hands  over them.  Softly she  caresses their  fullness and  gently
 teases her  nipples. She tosses her  head back and lets  the shower
 water splash  across her body.  I see her  shifting her legs  and I
 know she is getting excited. As my erection grows, I fight the urge
 to jump in the shower with her. I continue to watch.

 Leaving one hand to fondle her  breasts, the other hand follows the
 water  as it  runs down  her  body.  Slowly, the  hand crosses  her
 stomach  and approaches  the junction  of her  thighs. As  her hand
 disappears between her legs, I hear  a soft sigh from the shower. I
 know from the sound that her hand has found its mark.

 Although the shower glass does not provide a clear view, I watch as
 she  massages her  body. Slippery  hands, gliding  over the rolling
 contours  and into  the hidden  valleys of  her body. Gentle hands,
 teasing her breasts and pleasing the inner reaches of her vagina. I
 wish they were my hands.

 My erection has  grown into a full-fledged hard-on  and it twitches
 with each beat of my now-racing  heart. I cannot resist the urge to
 grab it  and stroke it in  time with her movements.  She is not yet
 aware of my presence. We continue to masturbate, she on one side of
 the  glass door  of the  shower and  me on  the other.  As her hand
 increases in speed, so does mine,  and we begin building toward our
 fantasy orgasms.

 I watch as  she continues to massage  her breasts and dip  into her
 treasure chest. Based  upon the sounds coming from  the shower, she
 must be  rolling her fingers over  her clit. I can  almost feel the
 soft, warm, folds of her sexual  lips as they envelope her fingers.
 Knowing her body as I do, I know  she is wet and juicy now, and her
 fingers are sliding effortlessly into her deeper reaches.

 The sounds coming  from the shower increase in  volume and tempo. I
 know she is  approaching an orgasm without me, but  I don't care. I
 am in my own  fantasy world on the other side of  the glass. I grip
 my prick and  continue to masturbate toward my  own orgasm. Leaning
 back against the sink, I close my eyes and remember our love-making
 in the lake.  My hand continues its travels up  and down the length
 of my cock, stroking to the memory.

 I don't know if I made a noise or if she just sensed someone in the
 room, but  she slides open  the shower door  and is greeted  by the
 sight  of me  leaning against  the bathroom  sink, jacking off. The
 sound of the shower door opening causes me to stop in mid-stroke. I
 am more than a little embarrassed and my erection begins to fade.

 "You naughty boy," she teases, "you were watching me, weren't you?"

 "Yes." There is little else I can say.

 "Did  it  make  you  excited?"  she  asks.  It  seems to be a silly
 question in light of my current state of erection.

 "Well, what are we going to  do about it?" Then, smiling, she says,
 "Why don't you come in here and we can 'discuss it'."

 As I step into the shower,  she immediately reaches for my cock and
 begins where I  had left off. In just  a stroke or two, she  has me
 back at full  erection. As I close the door  to the shower, I reach
 for her love nest. Dipping my  fingers inside, I find her still wet
 and slippery and my fingers slide into her easily.

 We press  our bodies close together  and my hard-on pokes  into her
 stomach. She tilts my prick  upwards, towards her breasts, catching
 it  between our  bodies, and  continues stroking.  Our lips meet in
 passion.  We stand  in the  spray of  the shower  masturbating each
 other.

 Her hand  is firmly gripping and  stroking my cock, from  the hairy
 base  to the  soft crown  and back  again. With  her free  hand she
 reachess for my balls to softly  squeeze them and feel them roll in
 her hand. Despite our recent activity at the lake, I have recharged
 and reloaded and am ready to shoot.

 The feel of her hand around my cock, sliding up and down the shaft,
 is giving me  immense pleasure. As I begin building  to a climax, I
 search  for her  clit to  return the  favor. Because  she had  been
 masturbating in the  shower longer than I had  been masturbating in
 the room,  her clit is swollen  with desire and I  easily tease her
 toward her peak.

 We continue our rubbing and stroking  motions on each other. As her
 hips begin answering my probing fingers, my hips begin thrusting my
 prick through her fingers. As I pick  up the pace with my cock, she
 responds with her body. Up and down  her hand slides on my cock, in
 and  out my  fingers probe  in her  sheath. Faster  and faster  our
 motions become, each trying to coax the cum from the other.

 Just as we are about to bring  each other to a climax, she releases
 her grip on me. She breaks our  kiss and pushes my hand away. "No,"
 she says, and turns around, putting her back toward me.

 "What's wrong?" I ask, and then realize what she is doing.

 Placing her feet  as wide apart as she can,  she bends at the waist
 and grabs the  faucet handles in the shower.  A very pleasant sight
 comes into  view between her legs  and her action needs  no further
 explanation.

 Holding my cock  in my hand, I move  up behind her. I rub  the full
 length of it  along her slit several times,  mixing her lubrication
 with the juices  that have escaped from the tip  of my cock. We are
 both so aroused  that even this simple action causes  us to moan. I
 continue teasing her for a few  strokes before slipping the head of
 my prick inside her folds.

 Slowly,  I  push  forward  and  slide  easily  into  her warm, wet,
 confines. Ever onward travels my miniature miner, searching for the
 deepest regions of this cavern  he has discovered. The miner crawls
 along this  tight-fitting path; probing the  sides, top, and bottom
 of  the cave;  until he  reaches  the  end of  his shaft.  I pause,
 allowing her  body to adjust  to the size  of the intruder,  before
 retreating.  Holding her  hips steady,  I begin  the rhythm we both
 enjoy so much.

 As I pull my cock out, her sex lips grip me tightly and provide new
 stimulation for  her clit. I  withdraw until only  the head remains
 inside, then reverse direction and  plunge back into her warmth. In
 this position I can watch my cock  travel in and out of her body. I
 see her  sex lips holding onto  my thickness and responding  to our
 motion.  The sight  of my  hard penis  and her  soft lips drives me
 crazy and I begin moving faster.

 I need to feel her  body close to me, so I lean  over and reach for
 her breasts. I find them and  tease her nipples into erection. As I
 roll the nipples  between my fingers I continue  to probe her pussy
 with my prick.  Cupping her breasts in my hands,  I feel their soft
 fullness and gently squeeze and caress  them with my palms. As I do
 so, I  can feel her  close herself around  my cock and  realize her
 orgasm cannot be far behind.

 My hands  leave her breasts  and travel across  her stomach to  her
 love box. My fingers explore  her junction, searching for her clit.
 I find  it  and  begin  massaging  her  toward  orgasm. I match the
 actions of  my fingers to the  thrusting of our loins,  pushing her
 closer  and closer  to a  climax. I  feel her  close around me even
 tighter and know she will come very soon.

 Her  climax  is  approaching  rapidly  now,  and she pushes herself
 harder and faster onto my cock. Plunging faster and faster into her
 body, I rub her clit and press  it against my pulsing prick. I feel
 my balls tighten  as they get ready to  release their contents into
 her container. Faster and faster and faster we move, until we reach
 our ultimate velocity. We simply cannot possibly fuck any faster.

 Suddenly, there is  no turning back. My prick extends  as far as it
 can into her, my balls tighten and  spray the first jet of cum into
 her box.  Her orgasm hits  as she feels  my cum paint  her interior
 walls. The timing is incredible. With  each pulse of my prick I can
 feel the grip of her walls as we attain a simultaneous orgasm.

 As I deposit the last of my cum into her depths, my legs weaken. It
 is only because of our position that  I do not fall flat on my face
 in the shower.  Holding her closely, I continue  to press her loins
 against mine as our orgasm fades into memory.

 Reluctantly, I remove my prick from her and allow her to stand. She
 turns  to face  me and  we embrace.  The once-warm  water begins to
 cool, but  it does nothing to  quell our passion. Her  hand reaches
 for my dwindling  cock and she gently squeezes  and strokes it. For
 the time being, I have nothing left  to give her, but that does not
 diminish the pleasure I feel as she rubs my rod.

 Realizing the  water will not be  getting any warmer, we  wash each
 other  somewhat quickly,  pausing to  pay special  attention to the
 "good parts".  We turn off the  shower and step into  the room. She
 grabs  a couple  of towels  and heads  for the  bedroom. I take the
 drinks and follow closely behind.

 We dry ourselves as we sip our whiskey sours. Once dry, we wrap the
 towels around our  bodies and lie down on the  bed. I move close to
 her and cradle her head on  my shoulder. As we lie there, finishing
 our drinks, we talk.

 "It's  really nice  here the  woods", she  says. "Quiet,  peaceful,
 romantic".

 "Yes, it is," I reply. "It's just  what we needed - some time alone
 - to rediscover ourselves."

 "And what have you discovered?" she asks.

 "I've discovered what I knew all along", I answer, "I've discovered
 that I love you, that I love making love to you."

 "Must be something in the water",  she teases, and we both laugh at
 the double meaning of the statement.

 As we  laugh, the towel  loosens around her.  Her breasts peek  out
 from the edges  of the towel. They are  beautiful breasts; soft yet
 firm,  nicely  rounded  and  full.  Centered  upon  each mound is a
 circular  brown aureole  with a  raised nipple  at the  hub. I have
 always loved her breasts. I love  to caress them, to tease them, to
 suck on her nipples and feel them grow in my mouth.

 Her nipples  are slightly erect  as they pop  out from beneath  the
 towel, and I cannot resist the urge to fondle and kiss her breasts.
 Her chest heaves  as first contact is made.  She pushes her breasts
 up into my face.

 I kiss the perimeter of each breast, working from one to the other,
 climbing  each mountain  toward its  peak. As  my kisses  reach the
 summit,  her body  begins shifting  on  the  bed, and  I know  I am
 arousing her once again. My lips climb down the mountains and begin
 a trip south.

 Traveling down from  her breasts, I kiss a  large circle across her
 chest and stomach,  pushing the towel out of the  way with my face.
 Reaching the  crest of her forest,  I move around the  edges to her
 thighs. Slowly,  I work my  way along the  top of her  thigh to the
 knee. At the knee I move two inches inward and begin a return route
 toward the junction of her thighs.  Skirting the area once again, I
 move along the  other thigh in a similar manner.  Twice more I take
 the trip along her thighs,  each time approaching closer and closer
 to the center of her body.

 With each passing journey her  body responds, pressing her loins up
 into my  face as I pass  by. The towel lay  completely open now, as
 though I have  just unwrapped a gift. And I  have. Peering into the
 center of her  thighs, I see the glistening of  her sex lips, moist
 with  anticipation.  They  are  an  open  invitation to explore the
 nether region of her body.

 I continue  kissing and  licking around  the edges  of her,  slowly
 working my way  toward the central target. Her  hips rise and fall,
 pushing up  in search of my  teasing tongue. I dance  away from her
 each time, only to return and  tease again. Finally, to satisfy her
 longing and my taste buds, I allow  her hips to place the target at
 my disposal.

 She lets out a controlled moan at the first contact of lips on lips
 and pushes herself into my face.  Extending my tongue, I lap at her
 now dripping  bowl and begin probing  her slit. Her response  is to
 press her loins onto my tongue.

 Using  my tongue  as a  spoon, I  drag it  along the  length of her
 opening and lick her juices. I love the taste of her. I could spend
 hours at her  deli, sampling the delights of her  fruit. If only my
 tongue were  longer. Then I could  delve deeply into her  and taste
 the source of her sweetness.

 Long,  luscious licks  of her  love box  only serve  to improve the
 quality of  her offering. The taste  of her is driving  me crazy. I
 begin an assault on her clit in an attempt to make her release more
 of  her honey.  I jab  at her  clit, rolling  it on  the flat of my
 tongue, dragging it along the full length of my tongue. Probing the
 edges of her lips, pulling the hood of her clit with my lips, again
 and again I attack.

 Concentrating first on  the deeper reaches of her  vagina, I dip my
 tongue far inside her. Then I  withdraw to circle her clit and lick
 her sex lips. Lapping and tonguing at her cleft, I continue to coax
 her toward a climax. Around and  around I drive my tongue, licking,
 sucking, teasing, rolling, tasting  her free-flowing juices. I want
 her  to come  on my  tongue. I  want to  taste the  juice from deep
 within her. I want to feel her clit grow and her walls close around
 my tongue.

 Her breathing  is rapid and  I can feel  her orgasm approaching.  I
 tongue her faster  and faster, concentrating more on  her clit, and
 she thrusts her  body up into my face. Her  hips are tossing on the
 bed and I struggle to maintain contact.  Her hands go to my head to
 direct me for the final assault as her orgasm hits.

 Her body heaves as she climaxes  in wave upon wave of satisfaction.
 Her hips press  upward onto my probing tongue  and she releases the
 flood  gates from  deep within   her well.  I continue  lapping and
 licking  at her,  attempting to  gather  as  much of  her juice  as
 possible. I press my lips over her  sex lips and suck at her cup as
 her orgasm subsides. Finally assured her climax is complete, I lick
 her inner  thighs and her  outer lips for  any remaining sweetness.
 Her  sexual  lips  are  swollen  in  a  combination  of  desire and
 satisfaction. I  gently kiss them in  thanks for their contribution
 to my taste buds and slowly begin the trip back up her body.

 Reaching  her  breasts,  I  softly   suckle  them  and  caress  the
 fully-extended  nipples with  my tongue.  The hard  tips poke at my
 tongue  and I  know I  have pleased  her. Her  breathing begins  to
 return  to normal  and she  softly sighs  in satisfaction. Her legs
 twitch in  the afterglow of her  orgasm and she presses  her thighs
 together as several aftershocks strike.

 Arriving at her lips, I kiss her passionately and hold her closely.
 There  seems to  be a  glow over   her entire  body and  a look  of
 ultimate pleasure  upon her face. I  am satisfied that I  have done
 well.

 I turn onto  my back and lie  next to her. Her  mind clears and she
 raises up onto an elbow and peers into my eyes.

 "That was  great!", she says,  "But what about  you?" Looking down,
 she  sees my  cock poking  up under  the towel.  Reaching down, she
 gropes my tool through the terry  teepee. As she kisses my lips she
 pushes aside the towel, freeing my pole.

 Gripping  my prick  in her  hand, she  begins kissing  my body. She
 elects to take a  direct route and works her way down  my body in a
 straight line,  crossing my chest and  stomach and arriving quickly
 at her goal. She tilts my prick  up away from my body and slips the
 head into  her mouth. We groan  in unison as her  lips close around
 the satiny crown of my prick.

 She looks up at me with her  soft brown eyes and begins feeding the
 shaft into  her mouth. More  and more of  me disappears, until  her
 mouth is  stuffed with my  hardness. Holding her  lips tight around
 the shaft, she  raises her head and withdraws  my cock. She strokes
 my throbbing cock and licks her lips as she stares into my eyes.

 "How's that?", she asks. "Do you like that?" (What a question!!)

 "You bet!", I reply, as my hard-on increases by two sizes.

 She  continues to  stare into  my face  to see  the pleasure as she
 opens her mouth and devours my cock again. Once more she stuffs her
 mouth full of my cock and  then withdraws it. Her tongue lashes out
 and she laps at the head, swirling her tongue around and around the
 crown. She strokes  my length and squeezes the  shaft. As she licks
 and  kisses the  head, her  lips and  tongue become  coated with my
 grease. Her  eyes close as she  licks my slippery cockhead  and her
 lips.

 The sight of her enjoying my cock  excites me even more and I begin
 pumping through her hand. Her hand  tightens around my cock to hold
 me still. Her grip makes it clear this is to be her blow job, and I
 am not going to do anything but enjoy it. Suits me just fine!

 She holds my  cock and licks along the shaft  to my balls. Reaching
 the sac, she tickles them with her tongue and strokes my shaft. She
 lifts my balls with her hand and gently sucks them. In spite of our
 earlier encounters,  they seem to  be full of  cum again. Returning
 her attention to  my cock, she again licks her  way along the shaft
 to the head.

 Once again  slipping my erect  organ into her  mouth, she begins  a
 sliding  motion up  and down  my length.  As her  mouth engulfs  my
 prick, her tongue wraps around the shaft, working me into a frenzy.
 The combination of her saliva and  my juice allows my cock to slide
 back and forth  between her lips with virtually  no resistance. She
 is no longer looking into  my eyes, electing instead to concentrate
 on the hard cock in her mouth.

 My prick  continues pistoning up and  down between the oval  of her
 lips and she  cups my balls, coaxing the cum  from them. As I watch
 her head  bob on my prick,  I feel the pressure  building as I near
 eruption. I am just itching to shoot in her mouth.

 I always love it  when she sucks me off, and  I think she enjoys it
 as  well. The  feeling of  a hard  cock gliding  in and  out of her
 mouth, back  and forth over her  tongue; the knowledge that  she is
 giving  tremendous pleasure  to the  one she  loves; the same basic
 reasons (with a  change of equipment) that I  love giving her head.
 She  speeds up  her actions  on my  member, releasing  my balls  to
 devote full attention to my pending orgasm.

 Faster  and faster  she plunges  my cock  in and  out of her mouth,
 relying solely on her lips and tongue to bring me off. She grabs my
 cock at the  base to keep it pointed straight  at her mouth for the
 final attack. Her head becomes a blur at my loins as she goes after
 my climax.

 "I'm gonna  cum," I warn.  I can  no  longer hold back  the urge to
 assist in my orgasm, and I begin thrusting into her warm mouth.

 She feels my cock swell as it  loads up to shoot. Having come twice
 tonight, the first release is a gentle spurt, landing softly on her
 tongue. She  holds my prick lightly  in her hand, almost  as if she
 were taking  my pulse. And, in  a way, she is  - her fingertips can
 detect every convulsion of my erupting cock; and each convulsion is
 followed by a  squirt of juice that spreads  across her tongue. She
 milks the cum from my cock; sucking and squeezing the shaft to pull
 it all from my balls.

 In a  matter of moments  my orgasm is  over. My prick  begins to go
 limp  in her  mouth and  the cum  stops flowing.  She licks my cock
 clean  and eventually  release my  softening prick  from her  lips.
 Climbing back up my body, her  lips meet mine in another passionate
 embrace.

 "Any chance of getting it up again tonight?" she asks, hopefully.

 "I'd love to, but you have completely drained me."

 "That's  okay"  she  says.  "We  have  all  weekend. Let's get some
 sleep." She  lays her head  on my chest  and presses her  warm body
 close to mine.

 "All weekend" I think, "I don't know if I can take it!"