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“Under The Stars” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote after enjoying a perfectly clear night sky and seeing so many beautiful stars. I hope everyone else gets to a enjoy a sight like that at some point in their lives. I also hope everyone enjoys this sexy story.

“It’s good to be home.”

That was the first thing Natalie Meyers said to herself after stepping off the plane. She’d just endured a nine-hour flight, which had included three-hour layover in Atlanta and a seat next to a man who snored like a chainsaw. It had been a long day, to say the least, but that made coming all the more refreshing.

She couldn’t make her way through the main airport terminal fast enough. That proved challenging because it was the early evening and everything was still bustling. Crowds of people swarmed in every direction, talking and yelling over each other in a chorus of noise. Having spent three days in a city, her ears were already ringing. It felt like she hadn’t had a quiet moment since she left.

“I need to get out of here,” Natalie sighed as she walked faster.

She still couldn’t hear herself. It hadn’t been her first business trip, but she still wasn’t used to it, the endless noise from every direction. Natalie had grown up in a rural community where the noisiest thing was a lawnmower engine. Even the college she’d gone to had been small and remote – hectic in the day, but peaceful and quiet at night. She needed that peace. She needed that quiet. Even though her job as a web developer made for a lengthy commute, she could only stand the chaos for so long.

It seemed to follow her, even as Natalie exited into the loading area in front of the airport. There must have been a convention or something because the road was lined with taxis and shuttles. One even honked their horn just as she walked by it.

“Hey! Hurry it up!” the driver yelled. “We got a schedule to keep!”

Natalie rolled her eyes and groaned. That was the other annoyance she sought to escape. Her trip involved a lengthy itinerary that had been squeezed into three short days. There were meetings, presentations, lunch-ins, and informal gatherings that she had be part of within a strict timeframe. At one point, she had to schedule her sleep into increments of four hours.

She was sick of all that. For the rest of the weekend, she didn’t want to keep a schedule. She didn’t want to check the clock every 30 minutes or get a buzz from her phone when it was time for another task. She just wanted step back, detach herself from work, and relax.

That feeling still seemed so far away. Then, through the maze of cars and shuttles, Natalie saw a welcome sight.

“Hey there, beautiful! Over here!” said a familiar voice.

“Finally, some yelling I don’t mind,” she said with a beaming smile.

Natalie set aside her suitcase and jumped into the arms of the tall, burly man waiting by the curb. He caught her with ease, sharing extra firm hug as she kissed him passionately. His breath didn’t reek of overpriced whiskey and overcooked steak, like the men she’d dealt with for the past several days. That just wasn’t the style of someone like Peter Brooks. He had simpler, less distinct tastes. Being her fiancé, he knew better than most how much that meant to her.

“Wow!” he said after their lips parted. “Did you miss me that much?”

“You have no idea,” Natalie told him, still clinging to his broad shoulders.

“And here I was worried that I didn’t have time to shave. You know how I like looking good for my future wife.”

“Trust me. You’re five-a-clock shadow and uncombed is the prettiest thing I’ve seen in days. I don’t think I could stand the sight of another comb-over at this point.”

“Good to know,” he said with a humored grin.

Natalie would’ve loved to stay in his arms a bit longer, but she was too eager to get away from the noisy airport. After another quick kiss, Peter picked up her suitcase and set it into the back seat of his truck. They then got in and drove off, navigating plenty of traffic in the process. It was still rush-hour so there was still plenty of noise to go around.

“I know you’re anxious to get home, but they had to close a couple lanes on the parkway,” Peter said as they pulled into a congested road. “Some idiot with a trailer didn’t check twice to see if the hitch was locked.”

“With the way my day has gone, that sounds about right,” Natalie sighed.

“Was it really that rough?”

“Not rough, just busy,” she said. “Every hour of every day of that trip, there was always something going on. I couldn’t stop to catch my breath or take time to collect my thoughts. It was overwhelming!”

“Well, you’re home now. We got the entire weekend to ourselves. I even told my team at the quarry not to call until Monday.”

“Even if someone blows up the batching plant?” she joked.

“I don’t care if they blow up half the state. I’m spending the weekend with my fiancé. She needs me more than my job, right now.”

Natalie smiled lovingly at her future husband. She then reached over and lovingly embraced his arm, resting her head on his shoulder. Even while stuck in traffic, it put a smile on his face as well.

It was exactly what she needed, quality time with Peter, away from the commotion and chaos of her job. After the last few days, it seemed downright therapeutic. Natalie thought she could handle working for a software company and living out in the country. For the most part, she had. As her career grew, it seemed to get harder. There were times when it seemed too hard, but Peter helped her stay strong. She honestly didn’t think she could’ve made it so far without him.

She lingered close to him, showing her appreciation of those strong arms of his. Working in a quarry might have seemed unappealing to most, but Peter was a hands-on kind of guy and it showed in his muscles. He was a man of strength and grit, the kind who let his actions do the talking, which stood in stark contrast to most of the men she knew.

As a result, he appreciated peace and quiet as much as her. Silence between them was rarely awkward and with all the cars around them, they needed whatever serenity they could get. They must have lingered on the parkway for a good 20 minutes before they finally made it onto the highway. There was plenty of frustration and horn-honking to go around, but Natalie refused to let it get to her. She knew things would get easier once they got far enough away from the city.

“Looks like we’re past the worst of it,” Peter said as they drove onto the highway. “It won’t be much longer, now. I promise I’ll get you away from this mess as fast as this truck will allow me.”

“You’re so sweet,” Natalie said, giving him a playful kiss on the cheek. “If you get pulled over, I’ll gladly pay the fine myself.”

“My cousin knows the sheriff. I’ll call in some favors if I have to. It’s supposed to be a nice, clear night…no storms, no traffic jams, and no alarms waking you up at the crack of dawn.”

“You can stop enticing me, Peter. I’m already eager to get home and out of these damn work clothes.”

“Any chance you’ll let me help with that?” he teased.

“Well, that all depends on how quickly you can get us to a zip code where the cows outnumber the people.”

She threw in some seductive undertones, adding both incentive and anticipation to her lover’s efforts. He responded quickly, speeding up and passing several cars on the highway. One driver flipped them off, but he didn’t seem to notice. She could already tell he was entertaining thoughts of an intimate reunion. If he knew just how many thoughts she’d been entertaining on the flight, he would’ve drove even faster.

Natalie tried not to get too ahead of herself, though. For the moment, getting away from work had priority over her sex life. She let her husband focus on getting them home while she settled in, letting her mind and body settle after so much work.

At least a half-hour passed, which was the average time it took to get from the airport to the country roads that led to her and Peter’s house. It felt much longer than that, though. Natalie didn’t even look at the clock or check her phone. She didn’t care to know how late it was or how little rest she’d gotten over the past three days. She’d left those worries back at the airport.

As they got farther away from the city and deeper into the countryside, Natalie found herself looking up at the sky. The sun had set hours ago and a full moon illuminated the sky alongside plenty of stars. It was a sight she’d come to appreciate growing up in such a rural area, a clear night sky full of stars. It was something she just couldn’t get in the city or even the suburban office park where she worked.

“The moon is really bright tonight,” she commented shortly after they exited the highway. “It’s so beautiful.”

“It’s no brighter than usual,” Peter said, finally slowing down a bit. “Trust me, the dogs would’ve noticed.”

“I guess it just feels that way after staying in the city for three days. My hotel room overlooked a brick wall and an air conditioner unit.”

“That’s some view,” he laughed.

“It didn’t make much difference. The night before I left, I joined my co-workers for this rooftop mixer at the hotel. It was a clear night, just like this one. I could see the moon, but I didn’t see a single star. I didn’t even hear any crickets. There was just cars, yelling, and the occasional police fire siren.”

“Sounds like they got too much going on to just admire the stars. It’s a damn shame too. They don’t know what they’re missing.”

“That’s just it. I think they do, on some levels. They’re just resigned to it. They shrug it off like it’s no big deal.”

“That’s their loss, I guess. Then again, they probably don’t have fond memories of watching the stars with their future spouse in high school.”

“Funny, I don’t remember us just watching the sky on those nights.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to say anything because three days without you has made things mighty lonely back at the house. The dogs are nice, but there’s only so much companionship they can give.”

“I would hope so,” Natalie said curtly. “Then again, I shouldn’t be talking. While I was on that trip, I was surrounded by all these people…perfect strangers and friendly co-workers. And yet, I still felt lonely.”

“Or maybe you just missed my companionship too?” he teased.

“I don’t doubt that was part of it. At the same time, though, it was so…disorienting.”

Natalie hugged her shoulders as she thought about it. She kept gazing up at the moon and stars. They only 15 minutes away from home. At that point, they had ventured into the quiet back roads that connected their isolated community from the bustle of the nearest city. The sky was so much clearer, devoid of tall buildings and glaring lights. Something about that resonated with her on a personal level.

Looking back over at her future husband, still looking so focused and poised, Natalie felt something she hadn’t experienced in the city. Sitting next to her wasn’t just another random figure who’d passed her by at a busy crosswalk. He was Peter Evan Brooks, a hard-working country boy who loved baseball, dogs, and gangster movies. He was the man she’d randomly met in the sixth grade during a group project for social studies…the man who’d asked her out on a dare from his brother…the man who’d proposed to her on a clear, crisp night under the stars.

That simple, but profound idea – that the man next to her meant so much for reasons that seemed so small on paper – hit her like a splash of cold water. It was like she needed a reminder of why she worked so hard in the first place. Along with that clarity, however, came another powerful feeling…one that would delay the final stretch of her trip home.

“Peter,” Natalie said, her tone becoming much more serious, “pull the truck over.”

“What?” Peter said, swerving slightly along the narrow road. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine…almost,” she assured him. “There’s just something I really need right now and I don’t want to wait until we get home.”

To make her intentions more obvious, she reached over and slipped her hand between his legs, rubbing along the crotch of those dirty blue jeans he refused to watch. The way she touched him caused him to abruptly slow down, causing him to grip the steering wheel harder. He seemed to get the message, but Natalie decided to emphasize her desire.

“The moon is out, the stars are shining, and the back of your truck is empty,” she said, leaning over and whispering into his ear seductively. “Peter, that trip left me so tense. Please…help me feel at home again.”

Her hand still rubbing the inseam of his pants, she playfully nibbled on his ear-lobe, something that always got his blood flowing in the right direction. Natalie felt him tense, even as he kept his eyes on the road. That old her he’d already decided.

“I’m pulling over,” he said, his voice laced with a determined grit that she found so sexy.

Peter pressed the breaks, causing the tires to skid along the poorly-paved roads. He then pulled the truck over, parking it along the gravel curve. It was a bumpy, uneven ride that shook them both from their seat. Natalie didn’t mind, though. If anything, it turned her on.

As soon as the truck came to a stop, he turned off the engine and undid his seat-belt. Almost immediately, he threw his arms around her and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Natalie matched his passion every step of the way, running her hand over his unshaven face while stroking the growing bulge in his pants. However, as much as she craved her fiancé’s love, there was something else she craved.

“Outside,” she said intently. “I need to do this outside.”

“Need to? Or want to?” Peter questioned with a half-grin.

“Need!” Natalie said with completely certainty. “I really, really need it.”

Her words left no room for uncertainty. She didn’t care that they were out in the open. They were already on a rarely-traveled backroad. They hadn’t seen another car drive by in nearly five minutes. There was nothing but farmland on one side of the road and open field on the other. There were no buildings or people looming over them. It was just them, the warm air, and the night sky.

After parting from their embrace, she undid her seatbelt and got out of the truck. She then stumbled towards the back, throwing off her jacket and undoing the top several buttons of her blouse. Peter followed suit, undoing his flannel shirt along the way and the white undershirt beneath it. In the hot, muggy night air, clothes were unbearable, especially after wearing only formal business attire for three days.

“Off…got to get it off!” Natalie said with growing desperation.

By the time she met Peter at the back of the truck, she got her blouse off and he’d already loosened his belt. They embraced again, smothering each other with hard kisses and affectionate gestures. Just feeling that cut upper body of his, complete with chest hair and the toned muscles that came from working at a quarry, sent her libido into overdrive. She’d never wanted her lover’s touch more than she did at that moment.

As they lips and tongues meshed, Peter helped get her out of more clothes. He undid the clasp of her bra, allowing her breasts to tumble free into the night air. He also unzipped the back of her skirt, allowing it to fall to the dirty gravel below. Now in just heels and a pair of panties, Natalie already felt more at home. She still sought more.

“Peter…the truck,” she told him in between kisses.

“I hear year, darling,” he said with a manly grin.

With one arm still around her waist, he opened the rear door to expose the truck bed. It had little on it other than a few tool boxes from the quarry. That ensured they had plenty of room to work with. Given how horny she felt, they were going to need it.

“You do need this. I can tell,” Peter said. “If I’m going to be your husband, then I got to prioritize your needs.”

“You’re a good, honorable man, Peter,” she told him. “Now what are you waiting for? Get those pants off!”

Like an overly eager prom date, Natalie jumped up into her husband’s arms, kicking off her heels in the process. He instinctively caught her, his powerful hands clenching her butt in just the right way. With the strength and fortitude that made Peter a testament to manliness, he carried her onto the truck bed and laid her down.

She didn’t care that it was dirty, covered in dust from rock and cement. She actually welcomed that smell after spending days in a hotel that always reeked of window cleaner and bleach. Now on her back, looking up at the stars with the moon illuminating the area around her, she watched as Peter took off his pants, boxers and all. He already looked like an angel ready to welcome her home…one who just happened to have a raging semi.

“If anyone sees us, it’s on you,” Peter teased.

“I don’t care if the entire county sees our naked asses from above,” Natalie said. “I’m going to make love to my future husband right here out in the open.”

“When you say it like, that it sounds even sexier!”

Now, he seemed to share in the burning need. After kicking off his pants and boots, he crawled onto the truck bed with her and kissed her again. Like a couple of horny prom dates in heat, they made out on the dusty surface.

The light of the stars, the sound of the crickets, and the gusts of cool wind created a special kind of ambience. It was the complete antithesis of the atmosphere she’d experienced in the city. She wasn’t just another face in a sea of people surrounded by buildings. She was Natalie Meyers, sharing an act of passion with Peter Brooks in the peaceful surroundings of their rural home.

Her lover seemed extra dedicated to making her feel at home. After some heated kissing mixed with playful foreplay, he tender trailed his lips down her neck and over her breasts. As he made his way down her womanly body, he grasped the sides of her panties and pulled them down her shapely legs. She lifted her hips to accommodate him, welcoming the feeling of clean country air between her legs.

Once off, Peter didn’t even set her underwear aside for later. He threw it out into the grassy field next to the curb, showing no intention of retrieving it later.

“Relax, my love,” he told her in that deep, seductive voice of his. “Just lay back and admire the stars while I make you feel at home.”

“At home…yes,” Natalie said a she slipped into a daze of desire.

With little regard for bugs or dirt, she did as her love requested, turning her attention to the stars and trusting her future husband’s amorous intent. She felt those strong hands of his grab her by the thighs and push them apart, further exposing her exposed flesh to the elements. Peter didn’t let them get too exposed, though. True to his word, he buried his face in her inner thighs and began giving her oral sex.

“Oohhh Peter!” she gasped, her voice echoing over the crickets and winds.

The feelings that followed were welcoming, to say the least. Peter was more direct than usual, elevating her hips up to his face and using his tongue to probe her hot depths. He knew her anatomy so well, having memorized all her most sensitive areas. He was so thorough, not being too careful, but not being in a hurry either. He treated giving his future wife oral sex with the same urgency he had in getting her home.

Hot, powerful sensations coursed through her body, the warmth contrasting perfectly with the brisk winds that blew over her naked skin. As Natalie soaked in every feeling, she let her body writhe wildly like an animal unchained. She even fondled her breasts, supplementing the sensations and further heightening the desire.

As she soaked in the feeling, she kept her eyes on the stars. The visual spectacle of a sky unhindered by city lights supplemented the spectacle of receiving oral sex from the man she loved. It was sight she couldn’t see in the city, as well as a feeling she couldn’t get from anyone else. That just made every sensual sensation even more meaningful.

Despite several gusts of wind that blew over the truck, Natalie reached full aroused. Even Peter seemed impressed as he gave her tender folds a few extra licks, taking in her womanly scent and joining her in a daze of desire.

“Mmm…so hot and wet,” Peter said. “I missed you so much, Natalie.”

“Me too, Peter,” she said, already gasping for air.

“I’m going to make love to you now,” he told her, “right here…under the stars.”

“Under the stars with my future husband…yeah, I’d like that.”

With a glint of confidence and an aura of strength, her future husband set her hips down and got back on top of her. Natalie hooked her legs around his waist, drawing her lover into her grasp. The weight of his masculine physique pressed up against hers, as if to protect her from the gusty winds. She could already feel his erect member pressing against her inner thighs, an expected byproduct for a man who loved his truck, the country air, and going down on a beautiful women. As Peter aligned his body with hers, he captured her lips in another kiss.

Then, in a simple thrust of the hips, he entered her. Like two lost souls finding each other from a prolonged absence, their flesh came together.

“Ohhh Natalie!” her love moaned.

“Peter…” was all Natalie could get out.

For a moment, they just savored the feeling, her warm folds embracing his hardened member. That feeling of smooth, intimate penetration sent shivers of delight coursing through her body. Fueled by that feeling, Peter started moving, kissing down her neck and caressing her feminine curves. The truck began shaking. Her world shook with it. Less than an hour ago, she’d been stressed and restless. Now, she was in a world of loving bliss.

“Oohhh Peter!” Natalie cried out.

She tightened her hold on him, digging the balls of her feet into his lower back and raking her nails over his shoulders. Peter was more energetic than usual, working his body with hers at a vigorous rhythm that tested both her endurance and the tires of his truck. They both held up, though. Through each fervent thrust, Natalie felt an ecstasy that complemented their shared passions.

As their lovemaking unfolded in the midst of crickets and humidity, she still found herself gazing up at the stars. Peter kept his face buried in her neck, as he often did when they went at it with extra vigor. It allowed her to keep admiring the stars and moon above, a celestial spectacle that she’d come to appreciate for so many reasons. After not being able to enjoy it while on her trip, it took on almost as much meaning as the act of making love to Peter…almost.

“The stars…my love…my home,” Natalie found herself saying. “I’m really…home!”

Her passionate proclamation echoed into the night sky. It also prompted Peter to step up the pace of their lovemaking, rocking her body and the truck harder with his fervent motions. It sent her to the brink of orgasm in record time, so much so that she grabbed her lover by his unkempt hair and braced herself.

“Ooh I’m close, my love! I’m so…so close!” she told him.

“Consider it…your homecoming,” he whispered into her ear.

Natalie smiled joyously and held her love closer as the ecstasy approached. With her gaze still fixated on the stars above, she awaited that sweet release that could only come through her lover’s dedicated efforts.

When the feeling washed over her, she let out another cry to the heavens that probably carried into the next county. For all she knew, she woke the horses in their neighbors’ stable. If they complained, she’d apologize later. At that moment, Natalie just let herself descend into that warm oceans of ecstasy.

Her toes curled and her naked flesh burned with blissful sensations, a perfect counter to the brisk winds of the night. Muscles, inside and out, throbbed in accord with her release. Along with that feeling came a sense of certainty. No matter how far she traveled or how alone she felt in a crowd, she could still come home to a man who loved her so much that he would have sex with her in the back of a pickup truck.

“I love you, Peter…I love you so much,” Natalie said through the euphoria.

“I love you too, Natalie,” Peter said to her, still panting heavily.

“And now…it’s my turn to welcome you!”

Still holding onto her lover’s hair, she drew him into another kiss. As their lips and tongues united once more, she shifted their bodies around so that she was the one on top and he was lying on the dusty truck bed. Like her, he didn’t seem to mind, though.

Their flesh never parted, his member still hard and in need of its own release. Natalie went to work granting him that, straddling his waist and rising into an upright position – the “poised cowgirl,” as he called it.

From there, she began riding him, gyrating her thighs and working his manhood along her throbbing folds. She didn’t care that parts of her lower body were still recovering from her orgasm. Her love had been dedicated enough to bring her to ecstasy under the stars after a long, lonely trip. The least she could do was return the favor.

“Natalie…so beautiful,” Peter said as he looked up at her naked form.

“My love…share this with me,” she urged him. “You and me…right here…under the stars.”

Natalie took his hands in hers, their fingers becoming entwined as she stepped up the pace of her movements. She gazed at him lovingly, watching her breasts bounce with every movement. She could tell how close he was by the way his face contorted with greater intensity. It was the look of a man who really missed her and the wonderful love the made together.

“Natalie…I’m coming!” he grunted.

“Yes, my darling. I feel it too,” she said to him.

She held his hands close to her chest, allowing him to feel her beating heart as he achieved his climax. Like her, his body shuddered, his manly muscles bulging under the weight of the feeling. Unlike her, though, his focus wasn’t on the stars above. It was on her, the woman who loved him and had missed him so much.

They clung to each other through the duration of his ecstasy. Natalie felt his manhood throb inside her, his manly juices mixing with hers in a convergence of passion. As he processed the feeling, she rose up off him, their flesh finally parting. She then laid down next to him, curling up in his arms atop the dirty truck bed. While he caught his breath, she lovingly stroked his chest and kissed the side of his face.

“Thank you, Peter,” she told him. “I can safely say I don’t feel so disoriented anymore.”

“Yeah…you’re welcome,” her love replied, “and thank you for giving me another reason to marry you. How many other fiancés out there want to make love under the stars like this?”

“The kind who likes to keep things simple, easy, and sexy,” Natalie said playfully. “I can handle a trip to the city, but I’ll always need a good love to come home to.”

“Well, I’m looking forward to being that love…till death do us part.”

With a beaming smile and an affectionate gesture, Natalie kissed her future husband once more. It was a beautiful thing, a culmination of a special act that had unfolded in a special place. They didn’t need a fancy hotel room. They didn’t need a fancy bed, either. They just needed a pickup truck, a clear night sky, and each other.

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“Wake-Up Call” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote about waking up in the morning in the best possible way. Enjoy!

“Hey Rachel! Are you awake yet?” asked a humored, but restless Dan Ayan.

He got no response. He didn’t expect one, either. Rachel, his wife of the past two years, just laid there comfortably in bed, snoring lightly as though the morning sun weren’t blaring through the window. It always amazed him, her ability to sleep so heavily after getting to bed so late, but he’d come to appreciate it over the years.

“Out like a light on a Wednesday morning,” Dan said, shaking his head. “You just love making this difficult for me, don’t you?”

Again, she didn’t respond. He thought he knew what it meant to be a heavy sleeper. Rachel raised the bar for all of them.

He’d known that about her since they started dating back in college. Her reputation for deep sleep was the stuff of legend. Her old roommate once said she slept through a fire drill and through an actual fire when a neighbor set a couch on fire. Her brother claimed she’d slept through her car alarm going off at five in the morning during a thunderstorm, which got her in trouble with the neighbors.

Dan didn’t doubt any of those stories, even if they were exaggerated. Rachel even warned him about that on their second date. He didn’t think it would be that big a deal as their relationship evolved. He’d since learned that dealing with her heavy sleeping habits meant adapting in creative ways.

“Fine,” Dan said. “You’re not going to get up in time for work? I’ll just have to take drastic measures.”

Feeling extra bold, having already had his morning cup of coffee, Dan crawled up onto the king-sized bed they shared and stealthily pulled back the covers. Even though part of it had been under her arms, Rachel still didn’t wake up. The blaring sunlight coming in through the windows illuminated the red nightie she wore the previous night. It also revealed that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“You sneaky little minx, you,” he chuckled. “You probably planned this.”

That might have been half-true. It wasn’t unusual for Rachel to ditch panties when she slept, especially during the summer. She’d also worked late yesterday and might have just forgot to wear them. He didn’t always remember to wear underwear when he came home late, but he knew his wife well enough to sense when she went out of her way to forget.

“Okay then,” Dan said, licking his lips in anticipation. “If that’s the wake-up call you want, this morning…so be it.”

Being the considerate, caring husband he was, Dan shed his bathrobe and positioned himself just under his sleeping wife. Like an animal sneaking up on its prey, he inched his way closer to her exposed womanhood that her nighty so poorly hid. As soon as he got close enough to smell its heavenly scent, Dan went to rousing her from her deep slumber.

He was subtle at first, using his soft fingers to lightly stroke the outer folds of her crevice. Having come to know her anatomy so well, he slipped a finger into her vagina while lightly rubbing her clit. That finally got her to stir somewhat, but she remained fast asleep. That meant he had to step up his efforts.

More than willing to rise to the challenge – and on a weekday, no less – he leaned in closer and guided his tongue over her outer womanhood. Then, with one finger still on her clit, he took the proverbial plunge and tasted her tender flesh.

Finally, Rachel emerged from her deep sleep.

“Ooh!” she moaned. “Oh yeah!”

“Good morning sunshine,” Dan said through a muffled voice.

He further roused her by probing deeper, pushing his tongue into the wet recesses of her pussy. He made it a point to stimulate those well-hidden nerves that were so hard to reach, getting an even deeper whiff of her womanly heat in the process. It was almost as intoxicating as a morning cup of coffee, but much more rewarding.

“Oohhh! Good morning, indeed!” she cooed.

She didn’t sound that drowsy anymore, but her body still got ahead of her mind. As Dan continued his oral teasing, Rachel rolled from her side and onto her back. She then spread her legs widely, hitching them over his shoulders so that he had unobstructed access to her lower anatomy. He made good use of it, holding onto her thighs as he worked his tongue with greater intensity.

More moans followed, the kind that affirmed she was fully awake. That had been his goal, getting her out of bed before she slept in too late on a weekday. However, between his morning cup of coffee and the taste of his love’s pussy, Dan soon found himself getting aroused. Being a morning person, he experienced more “morning wood” than most men. It used to be a nuisance. Since he’d been with Rachel, it proved quite useful.

“Glad you’re awake,” Dan said, briefly looking up from her inner thighs. “If you want, I could let you get ready. Or if you need more rousing…”

Rachel didn’t let him finish. She already had that glint in her eye that let him know how their morning would play out.

“Don’t stop, Dan,” she said intently. “You know what I need…and I know what you need too.”

Showing the kind of certainty and sex appeal that shouldn’t have been possible so early on a Wednesday morning, Rachel rose up and shed her nighty, revealing those perky breasts of hers that Dan loved to admire. Then, her naked body glowing beautifully in the morning sun, she pulled him up and kissed him passionately, not even minding the trace of feminine juices dripping down his face.

Her capacity for horniness so early in the morning never ceased to astonish him. If there were a female equivalent to morning wood, Rachel definitely had it. She must have had some extra-naughty dreams too because her eagerness for a more intimate wake-up call left her very aroused. Already feeling excessive tightness in his briefs, Dan shed his underwear and got on top of her.

“Still drowsy, Mrs. Ayan?” he teased.

“Well, Mr. Ayan, I haven’t had my coffee yet,” she joked, “but a little dick will certainly help!”

With a playful grin, Dan gave her the extensive wake-up call she needed. Still holding onto her thighs, he positioned himself over her, his erect cock aligned with her moist entrance. He could feel the extent of her arousal as he rubbed the tip up against her outer folds. Ignoring the prospect of being late for work, he thrust his hips forward and entered his wife’s waiting depths. Under the warmth of the morning sun, they began making love.

“Oh Dan!” Rachel moaned. “That…that helps! That helps a lot!”

“Mmm…speak for yourself,” he quipped in a deep, manly tone.

His knees and feet dug into the bed as he worked his dick inside her, humping her in that steady, thorough rhythm he knew she loved. Rachel was the kind of woman who liked it rough on some occasions and gentle in others. For an early-morning wake-up call, a little of both was necessary.

Dan eagerly delivered, soaking in that warm, intimate feeling of hot sex with his wife. Their naked bodies moved and grinded together, his pelvis smacking against hers after each thrust. Rachel did her part as well, holding onto his shoulders and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Moans and grunts filled the room, all traces of grogginess replaced with pure bliss.

Following the pleasure and passion, Dan stepped up the pace, working his member harder and faster within his lover’s depths. He felt her inner muscles tighten harder with every motion, her gasps becoming more vocal as well. It was almost funny. A few minutes ago, she was fast asleep. Now, she was on the brink of orgasm.

“I’m close, Dan!” she gasped, her chin digging into his shoulder. “I’m so…so close.”

“Might as well get an early start,” he said with a manly grin.

Burying his face in her neck, Dan maintained the heated pace of lovemaking. He tightened his grip on her hips, giving them a firm squeeze as he pushed her to the brink. After a few more thorough movements, he sent her over the edge and into a world of ecstasy.

“Oohhh yes!” she exclaimed.

It was sweet music to his ears, far better than any blaring alarm clock. He steadied his movements so that his wife could take in her orgasm. Her body shuddered, her lower back arched, and her nails dug deep into his shoulders as the pleasure surged through her. Rachel was always so animated when she climaxed, as if to let her lover know that they achieved something special. Dan, being an overachiever by nature, had a special appreciation for such sexy quirks.

“I think it’s safe to say you’re up now,” he whispered into his lover’s ear.

“I am…almost,” Rachel replied, still panting heavily.

Then, in an outburst of energy that would’ve surprised any self-proclaimed morning person, Rachel kissed him passionately once more and rolled him over so that he was the on his back. His member never left her pussy, still surrounded by her throbbing wet flesh. He was still hard and in need of his own release. Dan doubted that need would go unmet.

“I know you’re awake,” she teased, “but are you energized, my love?”

“Well, I wasn’t feeling that groggy, but…”

Again, she didn’t wait for him to finish and Dan didn’t bother. Rachel had already begun riding his cock, digging her knees and feet into the bed while holding onto his torso for leverage. With strength indicative of someone who’d gotten good night’s rest, she moved her hips, working her pussy along the length of his dick. Dan, his hands still on her hips, just laid back and watched as his wife made love to him in the early morning sun.

It was a beautiful sight, enough to get any man energized for the day. She’d trusted him to wake her up from her exceedingly deep sleep. He trusted her to acknowledge his efforts in the sexiest way possible. Once again, she delivered.

“Just like that! Just…like that!” he grunted. “Rachel…I’m almost…there!”

“That’s it, my love!” she told him. “Enjoy…your morning…sex!”

Still riding him hard, she grabbed his wrists and guided his hands to her bouncing breasts. Dan instinctively squeezed them as she delivered the last round of movements, sending him to the brink and beyond, as only she could. The feeling that followed reaffirmed why he was such a morning person.

“Oohhh yeah!” Dan moaned, mirroring his wife’s ecstasy from earlier.

He strengthened his grip on her as he felt a surge of pleasure wash over him. The heat of the morning sun mixed with the heat of white-hot bliss, rippling through every fiber of his being. He let out a deep, masculine grunt as his muscles tensed and his manhood throbbed. Thick streams of manly fluid shot up into his love’s depths, mixing with her feminine juices.

Dan felt his love’s tender gaze every step of the way. She enjoyed seeing him in ecstasy as much as he enjoyed seeing her. She even got a little playful with it, leaning over and trailing her fingers up his chest as she kissed around his unshaven neck. In his blissful daze, he embraced her affectionately and returned the gesture.

“Okay, I’m convinced now. You’re officially awake,” Dan said jokingly.

“Yeah, I’d say so,” she laughed. “Thanks for being extra sure. I don’t mean to be such a heavy sleeper.”

“I believe you,” he replied, “about as much as I believe why you rarely wear panties to bed.”

“Hey, it’s not weird if it works.”

“I guess the results speak for themselves.”

They both shared a round of laughter. He then kissed her again. While Dan would’ve loved to just lay in bed for a while with his naked wife, they had jobs to get to and lives to live. The day was just beginning, but some hot, early-morning sex made for a promising start.

“Well, I better get cleaned up and dressed,” Rachel said as their naked bodies finally parted.

“Sounds good,” said Dan as he got up with her. “I’ll put on some more coffee while you shower.”

“Coffee, a shower, and hot sex…that’s a hell of a wake-up call.”

“Can you think of a better way to start your day?”

“Nope!”

 

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“Pile Of Leaves” A Sexy Short Story (About Fall)

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The following is a sexy short story that I wrote to celebrate the beginning of Fall and all the yard work that it incurs. Normally, there’s nothing sexy about that work. I hope to change that with this. Enjoy!

“I hate raking leaves,” muttered a sweaty and sore Darren Cole

“That’s that eighth time you’ve said that today. Keep it up and you’ll get a free burger,” teased Allison Drake, his fiancé and long-time lover.

“I’ll gladly exchange all the free food for the rest of my life to never rake leaves again.”

“I’d make that trade in a heartbeat if I could, but it’s October and we can’t afford a landscaping crew. This is just part of the life we have…and the one we’re trying to build.”

Darren groaned again, but stopped short of adding to the drudgery. He just gripped the rake a little harder, sweeping the last round of leaves into the sizable pile that he and Allison had made over the past four hours. It was hard, frustrating work, but his fiancé made an important point. Raking leaves was one part of an emerging life they had been forging together.

It had been five months since he’d proposed to Allison, but they had been acting like a married couple for years. Friends and family members used to joke that they were the youngest old couple they had ever seen. They’d grown up together in the same neighborhood. They’d endured puberty, high school, and multiple failed jobs. Along the way, falling in love with her just felt like a natural part of the process.

They had gone through so much together, from his father passing away to her older sister getting arrested. He and Alison could manage the obstacles. That was not an issue anymore. Building a stable life, however, seemed much more daunting.

“Building a life,” Darren mused as he packed more leaves onto the large pile, “I know it’s not supposed to be easy, but stuff like this…”

As he caught his breath and stretched his sore muscles, he turned towards Allison, who was also raking the last round of leaves from the yard. She was as dirty and sweaty as him, wearing those stained jean shorts she hated and the T-shirt with a hole in the sleeve that she refused to throw away. Even if they already acted like they were married, it still felt as though they were behind the curve.

In another six weeks, Allison was going to look her absolute best as they walked down the aisle together in a big, elaborate ceremony that his parents insisted on paying for. Darren was going to wear an overpriced tuxedo that his cousin had custom-made for him, one he claimed was worth more than the down payment he’d put down for his first car. Looking their best on their wedding was the easy part, though. It was the little things that often confounded Darren.

He and Allison had lived together for years in a small, but functional apartment. After he proposed, they agreed they needed a bigger place. They needed something stable and permanent, a place they could truly call home. It seemed so good on paper. Darren had no idea it would be so much work.

It started off easy. They didn’t have to search long for their first home together. His Aunt and Uncle had moved out of their old house earlier that year after retiring to a tropical climate. Rather than sell it to a stranger, they offered it to him and Allison at a discounted price. Having started new jobs and needing to rebuild their savings after such a big purchase, they had to build their new life in a very literal sense.

Just moving their stuff over from the apartment wasn’t enough. His Aunt and Uncle’s house was located on a big lot with lots of space, plenty of trees, and good views. It was an amazing place, especially for a couple of newlyweds, but it required a lot of upkeep. Raking leaves was just the latest in a long list of maintenance tasks that had kept them busy for the past several months. It seemed like there was no end to it.

“Do you think all this was necessary?” Darren asked as he caught his breath.

“What do you mean?” Allison asked after setting the rake aside.

“All this – the house, the yard, and all the crap that goes into it – was it really necessary for my Aunt and Uncle? I know they’ve been married 49 years, but how much of that was because they had this house and everything that came with it?”

“I doubt it was that big a factor,” she said. “I’m sure it helped. All this space and fresh air…how could it not?”

“That’s kind of my point. Did they buy this place because they needed it? Or did they buy it because they thought that was just what newlyweds did?”

“Are you questioning the basics of married life already?” Allison said with a chuckle. “Darren, we haven’t even gone on our honeymoon yet. Shouldn’t we wait a few anniversaries before we start questioning the institution?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound cynical. I guess raking all these leaves will do that to a man.”

“That, and you like to think ahead…sometimes to a fault.”

Darren laughed and shook his head. Allison knew him well. She knew his strengths and his weaknesses. While he didn’t consider planning ahead a weakness, he did see it at once of his quirks. It often annoyed his friends, but Allison didn’t mind. It might have even been part of why she fell in love with him.

As he kept dwelling on what awaited them in married life, his bride-to-be set the rake aside and took off the heavy gloves she’d been wearing. She then walked over to him and embraced him, not minding the dirt and sweat that had accumulated from hours of yardwork.

“Darren, do you know why I didn’t hesitate for a second when you asked me to marry you?” she asked him, that beaming smile of hers already easing his soreness.

“Are you going to tell me it wasn’t because paid my brother’s roommate to play our prom song?” he teased.

“Your knack for romantic gestures was just part of it,” she said. “A much bigger part was how well we work together.”

“Work? You make it sound like we share an office.”

“I’m not talking about that kind of work,” Alison said, rolling her eyes. “I’m talking about how we navigate things together. We don’t immediately default to you-do-your-thing and I-do-my-thing. We actually try to help each other, even if it’s something as simple as raking leaves.”

“Given how many leaves we just raked, I don’t think there’s anything simple about it.”

“It’s not about quality or quantity. It’s about our approach. It didn’t happen all at once, but at some point over the course of our relationship, we stopped seeing basic tasks as individual challenges. Even when we do things by ourselves, we keep each other in mind. I don’t know if that’s a byproduct of love or just something that happens to two people who have been together so long, but damn it if it doesn’t feel right.”

Allison caressed his face, running her fingers over his unshaven face. Again, the sweat didn’t bother her. If anything, it aroused her. The way she held him, her arms so affectionately draped around his neck, her love for him showed in so many ways…including the sexy ones.

At the same time, she made a keen observation that was easy to overlook for anyone who thought too much about the future. He and Alison had already gotten to a point that many married couples failed to reach. They saw works as a collaborative effort. Having known more than a few friends whose relationships failed without that effort, he quickly became more certain in both the present and the future.

“Yeah, it definitely feels right,” Darren told her, “among other things…other very sexy things.”

“You’re such a dog,” she teased.

“And you just love petting me,” he quipped.

“Which proves my point,” she added. “We’ve gotten past all the little things that usually keep a couple from making it down the aisle. We’re so good at it that the little things seem to stand out more.”

“Is that a good or a bad sign?”

“That’s just it…I don’t think it’s either. If anything, it’s an opportunity to appreciate just how lucky we are. I love you. You love me. We own a house, now. We’re getting married soon. If raking leaves is the most strenuous thing we do…hell, I’d say we’re doing a lot of things right.”

It almost made too much sense. Darren felt like berating himself for making such a big deal of it. Between fall rolling in so suddenly and having to learn the joys of yardwork once more, it was easy to forget just how lucky they were to have such a strong relationship. All the work they’d put into it made other work seem so mundane by comparison.

“You know just what to say to make me forget how much I hate yardwork,” Darren told her.

“That’s what good spouses do for each other,” Alison said playfully.

“I’ll remember that the first time I have to shovel snow from the driveway this winter.”

“So will I,” she said. “Sometimes, we need to remind ourselves why certain work is worth doing.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t make it any less appealing.”

“Oh I don’t know. In my experience, a key benefit to sharing the work is giving it more appeal.”

“You honestly think you can make raking leaves that appealing?” Darren asked skeptically.

Almost immediately after uttering those words, his future wife cast him a mischievous grin. At that same moment, he Darren realized he did the one thing that brought out one of her most defining traits. He’d just challenged her and Alison loved nothing more than to rise to the occasion.

“Actually, I believe I can,” she said boldly.

“That wasn’t a dare,” he told her.

“Too late! I accept it.”

With energy that shouldn’t have been possible after four hours of yardwork, Alison pulled him into a kiss, complete with plenty of tongue and heavy passion. As sweaty and sore as he was, Darren eagerly kissed back. Anyone who had known the taste of Alison Drake would’ve done the same. Her love and her affection was just that powerful.

The only trait more powerful, in his experience, was her ability to captivate a man in any condition. Despite the sweat, dirt, and splinters, she eagerly pawed his upper body, conveying to him a desire that was not dispelled by the drudgery of raking leaves. In an almost fitting defiance of his hatred of fall yardwork, she led him onto the big pile of leaves they’d just created.

“Come on,” she said to him, “let’s put this big pile of leaves to good use!”

“I take it you’re not referring to composting,” Darren joked.

“No. I’m not,” Alison said in a serious, seductive tone.

Now lying together atop the messy pile, they made out like a couple of horny teenagers on prom night. She kissed him with more tongue, reaching up his shirt while hitching a leg around his waist, grinding her pelvis against his and really getting the blood flowing in all the right directions.

Darren kissed back with equal passion, slipping his hands into the back pockets of her shorts, giving her ass a firm squeeze. He knew how much she liked that, just as much as she knew how he liked to have his chest rubbed. He could already tell she was getting wet between her legs. The fact they knew each other’s bodies so intimately boded well for their honeymoon.

Every touch seemed to convey a growing desire. However, Darren hadn’t forgotten that they were still outdoors. While their back yard was fenced and the trees provided plenty of buffer, it still counted as an unusual location in which to vent their passions. That didn’t stop Alison from taking off her shirt, removing her bra in the process.

“Alison,” he gasped upon seeing her topless form, “we’re uh…still outside.”

“I know,” she said casually.

“It’s also a little chilly out. Are you sure?”

“Only if you’re willing to keep me warm,” she replied.

That sounded like both a challenge and a dare. Much like his future bride, though, Darren loved rising to the occasion. It didn’t just make for entertaining dares at parties in high school. It helped him become the dedicated lover he needed to be for Alison.

They made out some more. Darren made it a point to wrap her in his arms, hold her topless form close to him to keep her warm from the autumn gusts. He paid special attention to her nipples, which had become erect in the cold. When he gave them a slight pinch – a little kink that Alison never admitted to being a kink – she let out a purr of approval.

“Warm enough?” he asked her.

“Mmm…getting there,” Alison said playfully.

Encouraged, he stepped up his foreplay, trailing his lips over her cleavage and trailing his hands around her exposed skin. That helped keep her warm, but it also heightened his own arousal. He could already feel his pants getting uncomfortably tight.

Alison must have felt it too. Their hips grinding together probably gave it away. As they kissed, she undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. Almost immediately, his cock popped free. The sudden exposure to the elements kept him from getting fully erect. However, his lover had already begun countering that by stroking it with both hands.

“Got to keep you warm too,” she said to him.

“Yeah…some parts more than others,” Darren said.

“Good thing I know how to prioritize.”

Working quickly and boldly, she maneuvered further down the leaf pile so she could give his penis more direct attention. That included shoving it between her breasts and sliding it between her fleshy mounds. That both kept him warm and helped hasten his arousal.

“Ooh!” he moaned. “You have amazing priorities, Alison.”

“Is that what we’re calling my tits, now?” Alison laughed. “I like it!”

Encouraged, she kept working his cock between her tits. Then, she leaned in and gave it a quick suck, sending shivers of bliss and desire coursing through his body. Even though the winds were brisk and the pile of leaves was cold, Darren felt a powerful heat build around him. It was hot enough to remove his flannel shirt, leaving him in the white sleeveless shirt he wore underneath. He kept that on, if only to keep the leaves from scraping his skin. It allowed him to focus entirely on the task at hand.

Alison did her part, using her breasts, lips, and tongue to get him into that special state where he didn’t just seek her intimate embrace. He needed it. She knew how to get him into that passionate mindset better than anyone. As he gazed down at her, that seductive gaze staring back at him, he let her know he was ready.

“I think we’re ready to really test this leaf pile,” she told him after giving his cock one last suckle.

“So do I,” Darren said.

With uncanny reflexes, Alison shot up to her feet briefly and removed her shorts, panties and all. He could tell even in the early twilight that she was very aroused. She needed his sex as much as he needed hers.

After tossing her clothes aside, wearing only a pair of old white sneakers, she rejoined him on the leaf pile. Like an angel in heat, she mounted him like her favorite perch, straddling his waist and aligning his rigid member with her wet entrance. Then, with one hand on the base of his shaft and the other clutching his waist, Alison plunged her hips downward and guided his manhood into her pussy.

Immediately, their combined flesh sparked a heat that no fall or winter could hope to quell.

“Ohhh Darren!” Alison moaned.

“Alison…so warm and tight,” he moaned back.

Instincts and passion quickly took over. Their flesh united, they began moving together in a burst of heated lovemaking. It began with her lightly riding his cock, working her pussy along the length of his dick. It quickly escalated, turning into another passionate embrace mixed with heated kissing.

His hands eagerly roamed her naked skin, both to feel Alison’s heavenly touch and to keep her warm from more gusts. She replied with faster movements, rocking and gyrating her hips at a fervent pace. She threw in some loving gestures, which included her clinging to his neck and raking her nails along his back. Darren didn’t care if she left marks. They were already on top of a dirty pile of leaves. They were beyond caring about aesthetics.

In between the grunts and moans that came with sex, the pile of leaves under them rustled heavily. It was not at all like making love on a bed. Parts of it gave way. There were chunks of grass and mud everywhere, smothering and staining their remaining clothes and exposed skin. Darren didn’t care, though. Being messy, reckless, and adventurous only made the experience with his future wife more powerful.

“Alison,” he said in a passionate daze, “out here…together…on a pile of leaves.”

“Yes! Out here…together!” Alison exclaimed, her tone hinting that she was already close.

She rode him harder, taking his hands in hers and squeezing them as she crossed that special threshold that separated basic pleasure from the rush of orgasm. Alison never made it too hard for him. She once joked that she learned how to get off before she learned how to make love. Again, her priorities astonished him.

“I love you…so much,” she panted in the midst of ecstasy.

“I love you too, my autumn angel.”

Darren strengthened his embrace, holding her close so that she could enjoy her orgasm. As she buried her face in his shoulder, he kicked off his pants and underwear to give himself more room to work. Once certain that Alison had gotten her fill of bliss, he took the initiative and continued their sex.

With energy he shouldn’t have had after raking leaves for four hours, he continued making love to his fiancé, rolling around the pile of leaves as if it were a playground. She moaned and laughed as he maintained their passionate rhythm, hooking her legs around his waist and clinging to his neck to keep their bodies entwined. She didn’t seem to mind the leaves poking her skin or the mud on her back. She just kept returning every loving gesture, as if to guide him to his own peak.

“I…I’m getting close,” Darren grunted.

“You’ve worked so hard, my love. You’ve earned it,” she whispered into his ear.

Determined and encouraged, Darren intensified the pace of their sex, working his body against hers for the final push. He ascended quickly to his peak, his body shuddering in anticipation. When it finally arrived, he firmly grasped his lover’s hips and let out a cry to the autumn spirits, as if to proclaim to the heavens how much he loved his future wife.

“Ohhh Alison!”

He let out a deep grunt coupled with a satisfied moan. Time and the changing of seasons stopped for a brief moment. His gaze never diverted from hers as his member throbbed inside her, his manly fluids mixing with hers in a convergence of passion. The fact that convergence took place outdoors atop a dirty leave pile made it that much more meaningful.

Now breathing heavily, sweating despite the brisk air, he rested his forehead against hers as they settled into the post-coital afterglow. They laid next to one another, soaking in that special feeling under the autumn twilight. After the drudgery of raking leaves and assorted yardwork, it felt like a fitting way to cap off their day.

“What do you say, my future husband?” Alison said playfully, now lying next to him. “Do you hate yardwork a little bit less now?”

“I won’t say I love it,” Darren said with a coy grin, “but you definitely gave it more appeal.”

“I still call that a success! It should serve us well as newlyweds.”

“It definitely will,” he said confidently. “It’ll also give us even more incentive to make a much bigger leave pile next year!”

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