I stretched luxuriously, my tummy flat on the cool, crisp Egyptian cotton sheets of the king-sized bed, thumbing through a picture book of Idaho that I had found on the desk. You had excused yourself to pick up a few last-minute items to sustain us during our week in the wilderness. It struck me again - I was in Idaho! I was actually going through with this! Was it wrong? Yes, I conceded. And, later, I might regret my actions. But now I didn't care. I was living outside the rules and it tasted like freedom.
The late afternoon sun streamed through a slit in the heavy drapes and caressed my body as I lay with legs bent, feet in the air, ensconced in new fur-lined rawhide boots that were as soft as moccasins. I waved them in the air a little and was surprised at the jolt that went through my loins as my womanly parts pressed into the firm mattress. Gosh, I was horny.
I had hastily thrown on white lacy t-back undies and donned a thin white cotton pullover that stopped a few inches below my breasts. After you left, I had dried my hair and brushed and brushed it until, bathed in the brilliance of the sun, it glowed like spun gold. I smiled as I imagined your reaction when you entered the door.
Right on cue I heard the card-key in the lock and the door opened. I was laying crossways on the bed, facing away from you so that your first view would be of my bare bottom gleaming in the sun, my secret place barely concealed by the crotch of my undies.
I waggled my boots enticingly again and smiled at you over my shoulder with eyes softened by arousal. The nakedness of your eyes on me was like being penetrated. It made me tremble. Without a word and never taking your eyes from my body, you stripped, right there by the door, until you were naked and your hardened penis bobbed before you like a burnished oak baton. I steeled myself for your assault, expecting you to pounce, but instead you disappeared into the bathroom and emerged with a hand towel and a bucket of ice.
You leaned onto the bed and I rose up on my elbows to meet you. Hungry lips found mine and I tasted your sweet mouth. Oh, your kisses! They inflamed me, and the dull sodden ache between my legs became almost painfully intense so that my hips began to thrust of their own accord, moving in tiny circles, grinding, rubbing, seeking relief but only causing my condition to worsen.
I felt your teeth on my neck and I tilted my face to give you full access. Your lips were everywhere, tugging the skin at the hollow of my throat, nipping at the pounding pulse of my arteries, kissing down my chest between my breasts, lavishing attention on each square inch of my skin, then up again to my lips while your hand grasped the nape of my neck and pulled me into you. I was drowning in desire. Oh, Michael, take me! Possess me wholly. I'm yours to do with as you wish. Please, Michael, test my desire, my need.
Between kisses you undressed me. You peeled my flimsy top up and over my head and freed my breasts. You caressed them with the palms of your hands and I felt light-headed with the sensation. Your touch had a strange quality, at times soft and melting, and the next moment fierce as the mauling of a wild animal. When I closed my eyes I felt as if you had many hands, touching me everywhere. And many mouths which passed swiftly over me. Wolf-like teeth nipped at my fleshiest parts.
You pushed me onto my back and straddled my legs, kissing and nibbling my stomach and thighs as you raised my bottom and legs and slid my undies down my thighs and off my feet. I reached for my boots to remove them but you stayed my hand. "Leave them on," you hissed in my ear.
We were both naked now and you lay full length on me, crushing me under your welcome weight. I pulled you to me as if to weld our bodies into one, from mouth to foot.