The clearing:
The Mitsubishi Outlander crawled to a slow halt in the Gumtree forest, in sight of a natural clearing large enough to make camp before the rapidly approaching night enveloped the land in its inky darkness. The couple had bickered about trivial matters on their long journey, as couples do, long before the car decided to give up the ghost in a spectacular cloud of steam issuing from under the hood and through the grille.
Him: “Just great… at least there is a decent place to camp until tomorrow, love.”
Her: “I love the smell of eucalyptus; at least the car has excellent taste in location.”
The sun was low on the horizon, casting long shadows and myriad shades of red and orange on the wispy clouds overhead, giving the illusion that the sky was on fire. In reply to this heavenly vista, the waters of the nearby lake reflected all the glory above, making for quite the natural spectacle.
Her: “Can we pitch the tent by the water?”
Him: “Sure, as long as you don’t mind risking being taken by a hungry crocogator in the dead of night!”
He had a wry grin when he said it, knowing full well that the waters harboured no man-eating predators, well, not those of a reptilian nature, at least. She chuckled joyously, making sure he heard her, to let him know she appreciated the joke.
The couple were middle-aged and enjoyed the simple things in life, such as good coffee for Him and hot chocolate for Her. The one significant binding commonality for the couple was their love of music, any music. From the earliest beats of the rock’n’roll movement in the nineteen fifties – all the way to the thumping beats of modern pop in the mid-twenty-first century. As long as there was a good beat they could both shake their asses to, everything was right with the world.
They were born in the same year, and their astrological signs made them, more or less, almost destined for each other. The woman has a calm and level head, analytical mind and sharp intellect. The man had an ancestry of red-headed Scotsmen, headstrong and fiercely protective of those he held dearest to him. Typically, tending to think with their fists first and their head second, yet, in a perfect juxtaposition, being deeply sensitive to the feelings of those around them.
They made short work of making camp. He pitched the tent. She gathered firewood, stones and some water from the lake for boiling. With the tent pitched, he dug a fire pit and set the rocks around the circumference and placed the wood into the hole. He cast a critical eye over the wood available to him and he selected five sturdy pieces to fashion a makeshift ‘A’ frame to hang a pot and kettle from. Along with the camping gear in the SUV, they carried a simple metal grill for cooking food and a frying pan for the obligatory campfire bacon and eggs.
With the kitchen area set, the man stood back and surveyed his camp. Satisfied, he uses some of the water to boil a kettle and fetched two well-worn metal cups to hold drinks. It’s not his usual blend of coffee, but the instant coffee packed for this trip will do in a pinch. The powdered hot chocolate drink is similarly not ideal, but it will do for now.
With the drinks prepared, he sits and watches the last of the sunset, having called to his lover to join him. As she sits, he raises an arm to allow her to duck under and snuggle in close. The sun, by this time, had dipped below the trees. Between the trunks of the trees on the distant shore of the lake, the sun’s red glow can be comfortably observed. The sky is now blood red and looking ominous.
Her: “Thank you for the choccy.”
Him: “You’re welcome, love.”
They watch nature going about its business in companionable silence. No words are necessary between them for this communion with Mother Earth. Absentmindedly, almost unconsciously, his hand smooths her hair behind her ear, a habit he’s formed from years of familiarity with his lover’s likes. Almost imperceptibly, a small sigh forms on her breath.
The clouds from earlier have now cleared, and with no local source of light pollution other than the modest campfire, the majestic vista of the Milky Way comes into view. The Geminid meteors are piercing the veil of night, leaving visible trails of their fiery demise in Earth’s upper atmosphere.
Him: “Make a wish, honey.”
Her: “I already have.”
Her response is whispered, barely audible. They turn to look at each other simultaneously, and whether by design or happy accident, their lips meet gently and tenderly. They pause for a heartbeat as electric thrills course through their bodies, their mouths parting slightly, savouring the taste of the kiss.
With more urgency, he presses forward, re-engaging with her waiting mouth. With lips slightly parted, their tongues rediscover each other and form a delicious ballet of titillation and anticipation. Their heads move from side to side as the oral ballet continues as a nearby orchestra of cicadas provides the musical score. The smell of eucalyptus is heavy in the air, as heightened senses begin to become overwhelmed.
Tenderly, he continues kissing her as his hand wanders to her side to enable him to hold her more comfortably. On his way, his hand gently brushes against her still-firm breast. She sighs into his mouth, surrendering more and more to the pleasure careening through her body. She places a hand on his chest. Like her, age has softened his body, but he’s not bad for a forty-something man with a dad-bod, as the kids call it. On reflection, she decides that it’s not the worst chest in the world to be caressing at this moment.
The tempo from the cicada orchestra has not altered, but the kissing has become more urgent as tongues move deeper into the territory of the opposing mouth. The hand that once supported her back is now re-tasked and massages her firm, round breast beneath her shirt. The feel of a nipple attempting to reach through the fabric to his hand is tangible, as if the sensitive nub is as desperate for his touch on her bare skin, as he is to touch her.
With one deft movement, she grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his slightly doughy body, revealing his few tattoos from his military service and a lush forest of chest hair. His nipples are as puffy as hers; as she drags a manicured fingernail over one of his sensitive nipples, a fresh jolt of electricity shoots through his body, and delicious sensations begin pooling in his scrotum and pit of his stomach.
She lifts herself to sit upright and rolls over to straddle him cow-girl style. Still half-sat, she never breaks the kiss, which is now beginning to urgently fuel their desire for each other. Finally, she pushes him back so he’s supine on the uncovered ground. She crosses her arms in front of her, and she lightly grips the hem of her thin summer jumper and, in one fluid motion, raises her arms and discards the unwanted vestment
He looks up, appreciating the shelf bra containing her voluminous, round bust. Her dark areolas are visible through the lace cups of the brassiere, as are her nipples, still trying to break free. Like him, the chiselled and petite waistline are distant memories, but she’s held up well against the ravages of time and is worthy of being called a MILF by his co-workers.
He reaches up and unfastens the clasp at the front of her bra. The action allows her breasts to be free, just as nature intended. She shucks off the unwelcome hosiery and throws it in the general direction of the rest of their discarded wardrobe. Unconsciously, her hips have been rocking subtly on his, and his erection is becoming evident. She suppresses a giggle and reaches down between her legs to unclip the belt fasteners on his cargo shorts.
He wriggles on the ground, attempting to remove his shorts and free his member from its confines. She helps a little by raising herself off his body, just enough to take his shorts down to his knees by reaching behind her. Comfortable once again, he raises his hands to envelop her heavenly breasts. Her erect nipples firmly push back against his hands as he massages her ample bosom, much to his delight.
Her short summer skirt is not causing similar issues, and with a minor adjustment, the thong she’s wearing is pushed to one side easily. She can feel his member nestled between her labia, as she gently rocks her hips back and forth, smearing it with her sweet nectar. She allows her head to fall back and issues a low moan as the sensations build in her. Her lustrous hair billows out behind her like a majestic mane.
He places his hands to her hips, as if signalling he is ready for the next phase of their lovemaking. She looks down at him and smiles warmly. She was sensing his unspoken question, but was not quite yet prepared to answer him. She was getting too much gratification from the bulbous head of his penis rubbing dutifully against her clitoris.
He groans; the feelings from her subtle stimulation of his member are flooding him with the longing to take her right there. However, he has subconsciously submitted to her control by allowing her to mount him. Giving her dominion over proceedings. Partly in frustration but mainly because of a building urgency deep within him, he groans again, with increased volume.
Subtly at first, she felt the beginnings of her first orgasm of the evening. A slight tremor begins in her toes as if thousands of ants were crawling over the skin. The pressure builds rapidly, and a wave of pleasure crests, then breaks, washing over her body in a crescendo of moans and shaking thighs. Her hips had ceased moving until the orgasm took control and made her muscles contract involuntarily. Her fingers were digging into the pectoral muscles of her lover as she rode the embers of her orgasm.
Sated, at least temporarily, she opened her eyes and gazed lovingly at her lover. He returns the gaze with equal parts love and desire. She guessed that her actions had aroused him sufficiently and gave him a cheeky wink and a grin as she shuffled down his legs. She was bending at her waist as she moved to allow better alignment of her mouth to his penis.
One thing she loved to do was perform fellatio. Everything about it was enticing and exciting. From the feeling of trust offered by her lover in allowing his most sensitive parts into her mouth, to the taste and texture of his ejaculate as it slid down her hungry throat. She took the base of his member in one hand and brushed her hair aside with the other. She knew he liked to watch her full lips wrap around his glans with tenderness and care. She took more and more of his length into her mouth and throat. Not once did she break eye contact with her lover.
Slowly, with her tongue pressed firmly against the flat of his member, she started to raise her head, popping the glans out at the top of the stroke and swirling her tongue about the sensitive flesh, then repeating the pattern. Occasionally, she would take a moment to catch her breath and would rub him up and down slowly, with her fingers almost making it around his girth.
Before long, he began to feel his climax start to reach its peak and began to rock his hips and whisper words of encouragement and motivation to his lover. With the sensations becoming more demanding and electric bolts shooting everywhere in his body, he could contain himself no longer. His hips began to buck wildly, and his legs began to move of their own volition. His lover continued to watch him as the orgasm crested, and he released several pulses of thick, creamy ejaculate into her waiting mouth. He was always amazed that she didn’t spill a drop, and she maintained contact to get every last drop from him.
Now equally sated, she lay on him, allowing herself to be surrounded by his strong arms. His chest hairs tickled her nose, and she gave a delicate sneeze before returning to his chest and planting butterfly kisses over his pecs and nipples. He was warm, and he was safe. It was her favourite place to be, next to the picturesque setting their SUV had chosen to die in.
Her: “How do you feel?”
Him: “Amazing, honey!.”
Her: “Me too.”
They lay under the stars, lovers entwined in post-coital bliss and listened to the loud sound of cicadas still playing their happy chorus. Twenty minutes later, he raised his head and looked at her. A question formed in his eyes.
Him: “I want to make love to you.”
Her: “As do I with you, my darling.”
With one fluid motion, he rolled them over so he was now dominant. He bent her legs at the knees to allow her feet to meet her butt and allow him access to her most precious and sensitive area. He kissed her deeply and passionately and felt himself becoming erect once again. He began to work his way down her body, lavishing her skin, breasts and abdomen with kisses as tender as the touch of a butterfly.
Reaching her mons, he discovered that she was freshly waxed, to his delight. Delicately kissing down to her pubis, he parted her outer labia with both hands and blew gently on her most sensitive spot, delighting in seeing her clitoris become erect in the dancing light from the fire. Gently, he stroked and licked her vulva, her labia and her pubis before gently touching the clitoris with the pointed tip of his tongue, placing his hands on her hips gently to afford him better purchase for his oral talents.
To enhance the sensations he was giving, he removed one hand from her hip and turned it palm up so he could gently insert his middle finger into her vagina. She made a low moan of approval as the digit slid into her, just far enough in so that he could easily find her G-spot with the pad of his finger, and apply a small circular rubbing motion which went in the opposite direction of his tongue.
Delighting in the sensations rippling through her body, she gave herself over to pleasure. One of her wayward hands found gainful employment holding the back of his head, pushing him harder towards her waiting sex, the other occupies itself with one of her impressive breasts. Kneading and massaging the delightful orb with increasing intensity, in time with the sensations being meted out by his tongue on her clitoris.
He ran his hands over her supple thighs, the pale skin reflecting the orange flames of the fire. He knows that the backs of her thighs are deliciously sensitive, so he casually runs the edge of one fingernail lazily about the soft flesh, adding to the maelstrom of sensations beginning to course through her body, becoming increasingly urgent in their demands for the sweet release of sexual gratification.
With both of her hands now on the back of his head, she pulls him forward, as if she’s trying to forcefully merge his tongue with her hyper-stimulated clitoris. Coupled with the ministrations from his expert ginger, her muscles contract and spasm. Riding the crest of her climax, he does not break contact with either tongue or finger until he is satisfied that the intense wave of pleasure has passed over his lover and has ebbed back, in readiness for another wave of bliss to crash over her now quivering flesh.
Satisfied that she is once again calm, he lifts his head and body to crawl up the short distance from her sex. Planting kisses along the way up her abdomen and between her breasts, moving to her neck and collar bones. Eventually, he finds her waiting mouth, their tongues once again begin their slow, ritual dance as a passionate kiss ensues.
He is fully erect once more, and with the confidence borne of a lover’s familiarity with his muse, he requires no guidance as his phallus finds the entrance to her most secret place. She sighs contentedly as she feels him push past her labia, his glans stretching the warm, velvety flesh of her sex. There is no resistance and no roughness as he commits to his promised love-making.
Impassioned noises fill the clearing from the couple as, once more, they explore their love for one another through the act of love-making. Kisses are placed on the sensitive areas that each has discovered over the course of their coupling. Secret little places that no one speaks about. An ear lobe, or the junction of the neck where it meets the collar bone. A myriad of spots of delicious sensitivity enhances the feelings for both, as the broiling climax, that each of our protagonists are brewing, receives the vital ingredients to complete the magical spell of orgasm.
His breathing changes, his movements take on a more fervent and rapid dynamic as her nails scratch down his back in that special way that only a lover’s hands can achieve. The sensations of the delicious pain in his shoulders are driving him ever onwards towards his own release, so insistent that all other considerations become secondary. Primal instinct takes control, biological imperatives must be realised as his thrusting becomes ever more insistent.
Knowing that he has fulfilled his primary objective of providing an amazing sexual experience for his lover already, he feels no guilt about driving hard for his own gain at this point. Small electric sensations build in his core, increasing in both intensity and frequency, until he can delay the inevitable no more, and his seed is released into her womb with a rush of pleasure that is bordering on painful.
Breathing heavily, his skin slick with perspiration from his efforts in climbing this mountain of ecstasy, he opens his eyes to look at his lover. He notices a wayward tear rolling down her cheek. He raises a hand to trap the moisture and gives her a look that asks ‘are you alright?’
Without words being spoken, she nods happily and draws her lover down for a sensual kiss. Their tongues once again dance in the embrace, firelight both warms and illuminates their still-coupled bodies in its comforting glow.
Her: “That was beautiful, thank you.”
Him: “No, Thank you! I love you, angel!”
The words once spoken, cannot be recalled. He has no intention of doing so. Hurting this divine creature, who has just surrendered herself to his mind, body and spirit would be a crime against nature of the most insidious nature. He has no intention of being the man that hurts this woman, his woman.
They embrace each other tightly, savouring the glow of the fire and the majesty of the scenery about them. They continue to make love all night and enjoy watching their first sunrise together in a long time. This would prove to be the first of many more.
