Her Vacation - Sex Stories

Her Vacation

... the floor and pushed him to his back. Her passion continuing to burn as she was over top of him, his desire was evident, she lowed herself onto him. Her hands on his chest, his hands on her hips; she looked into his eyes and could read his thoughts; they both wanted this to last forever. Their movements were slow and measured him meeting every thrust. Like music from the beginning of time, a rhythm known by all. A sound began in her throat; his eyes were fixed on hers, as she arched her back he reached up to hold her breasts. Her breath in ragged gasps, her body quivering with pleasure, she allowed her mind to float free. As she tightened her thighs against him she felt him increase his speed, loosing track of everything she let herself go, consumed by desire. Her passion burning to be released, the look on his face was of pure enjoyment, the feeling in her body was the same. As she bent over his body his lips brushed her nipples and sent shocks through her body. As he took a nipple in his mouth her sense of control was gone, the waves began to overtake her again. He couldn't hold back... he abandoned himself to the pleasure he longed to feel. She felt his final thrust and the warm sensation deep inside her. As they collapsed on the floor their hearts racing, their minds reeling, their bodies shaking, she placed her head on his shoulder and drifted off to sleep. She wasn't sure how long she slept, but she woke in a huge bed, snuggled warm beneath a down comforter. The aroma ...

... of coffee mingled with bacon and smoke made her realize she hadn't eaten yet today. The smells attacking her senses insured that this would be a much better meal than the pop tarts or canned soup she had been living on for the last few days. As she stretched and groaned she heard a light knock on the door. She couldn't help but smile, after what they had shared, a knock on the door seemed a little humorous. "Come in," she offered in a quiet voice. He entered the room and set a tray filed with steaming food on the edge of the bed. Coffee, eggs, bacon, pancakes (with real maple syrup), toast and fruit formed a beautiful display of breakfast art. It was amazing. "You really don't think I can eat that entire breakfast do you?" was her first question. "Who says it's all for you," he replied with a grin. She liked his grin. It was warm and childlike while showing a hint of trouble. When she moved to sit up and enjoy the wonderful meal, she realized she wasn't wearing any clothes. As if he read her mind, he asked, "Would you like to borrow a shirt?" He handed her a soft flannel work shirt and then said with a wink, "I forgot the forks, be right back." She held his shirt to her face and breathed in his aroma...a mixture of smells; something like tree bark with a hint of motor oil. She thought it was wonderful. She quickly put it on and sat at the table. She picked up her fork and...fork, "but he..." He walked back in the room, empty handed...that shy smile still on his lips, "Thought ...