"I could do anything just now Dan. Unless you have all the neighbours watching. Fuck, probably even then."
"Not the neighbours Jo. Promise."
It was sexual right from the start. It almost finished before I realised.
Lawrence had left me after a final fight. A screaming match that woke the neighbours, scared the local cats, and strained both of our throats. I threw him out really. I still wanted him; still needed him, but I couldn't cope with his behaviour any longer.
This, you understand, was sexual. The almost public fornication, and random household impalings. His habit of leaving notes in my underwear drawer, obscene messages on my phone. His large rough hands lifting me carelessly by the hips, skirt around my waist, knickers around my knees. His equally large cock, shoving me against the wall with a lovely solidity. Toe-tingling, muscle-cramping, scream-inducing multiple orgasms. Displays of arousal, his and mine, tents and damp knickers just with the thought of it all. A world reduced somehow to simplistic values. His cock. My cunt. Heat, movement, muscle spasms. Sexual, right?
But his morals were nowhere near as tight as his briefs, and eventually he strayed outside our simple world. By the time he told me, I already knew it was over. I think the screaming was a kind of grief process, because afterwards I felt that I had some closure, and managed to move on, after a fashion.
I closed down, too. After six months of the most energetic, frequent, stunning sex in my life, I just stopped. Cold turkey. I remember a while later, lying quietly in bed, reading something, and realising that I hadn't had an orgasm for two weeks. I wasn't really interested in doing anything about it either, and turned back to the book, contented somehow.
I started spending a few more hours at the office, realising with some guilt that I had been slacking off fairly seriously for a while. I started to talk with my colleagues more, and my world began to expand again.
At home one night, I thought about what I was doing, and decided that I should take up walking again. I used to walk on a regular basis BL (Before Lawrence), but I never had the energy for it once we started having sex. Realising that there was no time like the present, I hunted up my walking shoes, put on some old shorts and a tee-shirt, and headed out into the warm summer evening.
That was how I met Danny.
My little house was down the end of a quiet cul-de-sac in a largish dormitory suburb. The houses were fifteen or twenty years old, and small, but nice. In order to get anywhere from home, I needed to walk up to the top of the street, and then turn left or right. Fate, luck, and an aversion to walking uphill led me to the left, and I followed this street around until I reached a significantly older group of houses. Large, airy, tall houses, with big rooms, and narrow sash windows. I've always liked the look of these wooden structures, though I've never lived in one, and I strolled along slowly, peering over fences and hedges, admiring the colours and condition of some of the houses that had been done up, frowning at the almost derelict condition of some of them. When I had bought my house a few years ago, the neighbourhood was going through something of a renewal, but there were a few of these old places that had been handed down through families, and not much had been done.
My eye was caught then by two things.
I was just passing a large grey house, blistered and bedraggled, clearly in need of some attention, but somehow the way the house stood, the angle and proportion of it, the colours and even the lack of attention made it attractive, and I stood for a while, and stared, trying to work out exactly what drew me to it.
The second thing was on the front lawn of that same house. Most of these places had some kind of garden, or a bird bath, or trees on the front lawn. All of the sections were fairly flat and square, so they formed areas where anything could happen really. A frame, if you like, waiting for some art. But this one didn't really fit with the rest. I don't think you could see this very well if you drove past, but in the middle of the lawn there was a large, elaborate pile of rocks. I'm talking three or four trailer-loads of them, various sizes, shapes, types, and presumably weights. But all these rocks had something in common. They had been painted. Rather carefully painted, by the look of them, and all in soft, delicate, pastel colours. You can imagine how they stood out, in this rather staid, old-fashioned street. I couldn't take my eyes off the pile of rocks, even though I couldn't decide if they were beautiful or ridiculously ugly. I just stared.
Some time later, as I was standing, holding the top of the hedge down, and peering at the pile, a man with overalls appeared from the side of the house. His blue clothing was splattered with fairly random sprays of colour. Pastel colour. And he was carrying a largish boulder in both hands. A fairly flat river stone, incongruously painted a pale green, which he carefully placed on top of the pile, moved slightly, after looking at it, then stood back, stared again, and walked back around the side of the house.
I wasn't sure if he had seen me or not, but I'd had a chance to look at him. He was a big man, not fat, but tall, and broad shouldered, his ragged red hair splaying untidily from his clean-shaven freckled face. His hands looked suitably large as well, carrying the stone carefully, and his booted feet gave the impression of considerable size too, though boots are often deceiving that way.
I waited for a while, watching the pile of rocks some more, but he didn't reappear, and eventually I moved on, as yet unaware of the magnetism the house, the rocks, and the man possessed. I decided I should walk as far as the Italian café further down the road, did so, stopped there for a quiet coffee, and headed back home, pausing briefly to check out the rocks again the near-dark. Nothing seemed to have changed, and I continued home.
I slept peacefully that night, and woke feeling refreshed and restored. It was Saturday, and I had no need to head to work, so I stayed in bed for a while, hopping out briefly to heat the jug, crawling back into bed with a hot drink, and then reading a few magazines I'd not had time for when I was still fucking Lawrence.
As I reached the end of the last magazine, I thought about him, wondering where he was, and what he was up to. I guessed he was at that tart's place, fucking up a storm, much as he would have been doing here. I sure as hell wouldn't have had a quiet sunny morning to myself if he'd been here.
Maybe it was one of the articles in the magazine, or the thought of Lawrence's impressive endowment, or the sun, or being naked in bed in the daytime, but for the first time in ages, I felt horny. As I lay there, eyes closed, I imagined that Lawrence had wriggled down the bed, and woken me, as he often did, with his head between my legs.
Silently, and with infinite patience, he would stroke my legs with his fingers, and his tongue, dampening my skin with his lips, his hot breath upon me, his hands gently spreading my knees to give him access to me. In reality, as I thought this, my fingers found their way down between my damp thighs, and began stroking in his place.
As I imagined his tongue carefully licking my labia, his slipperiness matching mine, I tried to replicate that action with my fingers, scooping some moisture so I could slide them effortlessly. As my fingers stroked upwards, I accidentally scuffed my fingertip across the top of my erect clitoris, sending a shivering shockwave of pleasure through me. It had been too long, after all.
Thinking of his lips again, and his tongue, scraping across me just like my careful fingers, I scooped some more moisture from deep inside, and applied it carefully to my clit, moving my fingertip gently around and around, pushing or pulling it directly of the top again every now and then, faster and faster, as I felt my body tense.
Imagining his head bobbing quickly between my thighs now, it was as though I could feel him exploring inside me with his fingers, scraping my butt with his fingernails, teasing my ass with a gentle fingertip, pressing without intruding, all the time gyrating madly on my clit with his tongue. I got closer and closer, my fingers swirling quickly but gently, and I could feel my orgasm closing in on me.
Just as I crossed the point of no return, and my body started to shudder, his imagined head lifted from between my legs, and it wasn't the dark haired sexy unreliable Lawrence. It was the redhead from the rock house, his dishevelled hair surrounding green eyes and a mischievous grin. I came then, hard, panting loudly with the release, my fingers chasing wildly over my clit as my thighs pounded on the bed. And I didn't stop. I kept caressing myself, hot and wet now, and persevered, stroking around when I had to, over the top when I could, my other hand pinching my hard nipples, as I writhed on the bed, and came again, harder, longer, and then collapsed, soaked and exhausted for a few minutes, on the bed, thinking only of one thing. What, I wondered, between shudders, was that redheaded man doing there? He's not remotely sexy, and I don't even know him.
A few minutes later, I was feeling invigorated, rather than tired, and I got out of bed, had a quick shower, and thought about some breakfast. I decided in the end that I would walk back down to the café I had been at the night before, and see if I could get something decent to eat there. I realised deep down that I wanted to see the rocks again, and work out what the attraction was, but I wasn't ready to admit that to myself, so the self-deceit of the café worked well.
I set out, once again in shorts and shirt, decent walking shoes, and this time, a sunhat. There was no hesitation in which way to go, indeed I hurried along to the old houses, eager to check.
I got to the pile of rocks, and couldn't see any difference, other than that the stones were even more artificial looking in the bright sunshine. As I watched, the redhead reappeared with another stone. Smaller this time, and pink.
"Excuse me," I found myself asking. "I'm not sure if it's rude for me to ask, but what are you doing with those rocks?"
"Huh? Oh, hello. Well, painting them."
"Oh. I... well, it's a bit complicated. Umm... Danny. My name is Danny."
"Oh, look, I'm the one who should be sorry, butting in like that. Jo. It's actually Josephine, but don't you dare. Listen, I should..."
"No, hold on. Look, you weren't rude, and I wasn't forthcoming with an explanation. If I could just put this down first."
"Oh, yes, go ahead. Sorry. Again." He turned from me to the rockpile, obviously working out where the pink stone should go. "Listen, how about we...," and he stopped again, while he placed the stone. "... put the apologies aside, and start again?"
"Oh, let's. Hi there. I'm Jo. I live down the street. I was wondering why you are painting all those rocks."
"Hi Jo. Bet that stands for Josephine, right? I'm Danny."
"Yeah, it's the sunshine that does it. Listen, I left the tap running out the back. I can tell you out there, or you can wait here."
"Oh, I'm fine here, really. I don't mean to intrude."
"You're not. I'll just be a minute. Well, I hope."
"Yeah, it's just I get lost in what... oh, come on through, will you? I'll end up leaving you standing there."
"Well, if you're sure?"
"Yeah, come on. I'm fairly harmless. You'll be okay."
"Oh, I didn't even think of that. I should have, I guess."
"Too late now Jo. You said yes."
He opened the gate for me, and stood there with a big freckly grin. "Close enough."
"Are you always this persuasive Danny?"
"Hey, mostly people don't even speak to me. I'm practicing on you."
I had to admit he was charming, and happily followed him down the narrow path, peering briefly at the rock pile from a different angle. It didn't look much different, actually. "Danny, did you paint all those rocks yourself?"
"Yeah, I guess I did. It's taken a while. I suppose you think I'm crazy?" He looked vaguely worried by that idea, as he led me past the house.
"Well, to be honest, the thought has crossed my mind, but I'm waiting until you explain. Oh, wow."
The cobblestoned area directly behind the house was littered with what were obviously tools of some sort, and in the centre was a large old bathtub, a hose tied to the tap end of the tub, a short piece suspended out toward the middle of the bath. Where the water fell from the end of the hose, a large grey rock was sitting, getting a liberal soaking.
There was no drainage attached to the tub, and obviously no plug, because there was a steady stream of water flowing out the bottom of the old cast iron, out between the claw feet at the opposite end from the hose, and then across the cobblestones, following the gentle slope of the land out away from the house.
Beside the bath, an equally rusty trailer sat, the towing end tilted down to the ground, rocks randomly stacked at that end, some having fallen to the ground beneath. The whole are area had a look of permanence, as though Danny had been working here for quite some time. I got the impression he had been, as he unhurriedly turned off the tap leading to the tub, seeming very comfortable with the arrangement.
He turned then to face me, lifted his arms as though encompassing all of this mess. "Can I trust you Jo?"
"Yeah, you can Danny." I wasn't even making sense to myself now. What was I doing out here with this crazy guy. Bad enough talking to him out in public, but now he had me all to himself. But for some reason, I felt comfortable and safe.
"You can trust me too Jo. I'm not crazy. Well, not mostly. I wonder if I could keep working while I explain?"
"Oh, go ahead. What are you going to do?"
"That rock in the bathtub. I need to sand it."
"Sand it? What for?"
"So the paint will stick better."
"There's one thing."
"It's a bit messy."
"Yep. So normally, I just..."
"Well, the dust gets everywhere, so I just sand the rocks naked."
"You work out here in the yard with nothing on?"
"Yeah. Listen, I shouldn't have said. I'll just do this one in my overalls. Sorry Jo."
"Uhh.. no... hold on... no, just go ahead. Really."
"No, I can see you are embarrassed now."
"No Danny, I'm not, really. I'd think you might be though."
"No, I... are you sure?"
"Yes, go on. Should I sit somewhere I can't see you then?"
"Not on my account."
"Well then, I'll stay here." He grinned at me again then, turned to the tub, picked up some gritty paper from the rim, placed it on top of the rock, straightened up, and unzipped his overalls.
As he stepped out of the blue covering, it was apparent he had nothing to be embarrassed about. The rest of his body was in proportion with the parts I'd already seen, and he seemed not to have any fat on him at all. He turned to me then without any embarrassment, and my attention was taken by his large swinging penis, protruding from a bush of red hair that somehow seemed as unkept as that on top of his head. I'm not sure that I can explain the non-sexual nature of the exchange, but it made sense at the time.
"Hey, listen, can you get the tap?" He pointed back where he had turned the water off earlier. The tap was on the back wall of the house. For the record, the housepaint didn't look any better around this side. "Don't turn it on yet. Not until I ask, okay? You can sit there if you like, in the sun." I walked over and sat down, and watched him climb into the tub, kneel down, and start to scrub the stone.
As he worked in the tub, I had an unobstructed view of various parts of his body. It might not have been sexual, but it was certainly sensual, sitting in the warm sunshine, watching a muscled nude redheaded large man moving so gracefully. It didn't seem strange either, though it certainly should have. I seemed to have put normality on hold, and had no intention of doing anything about it. He called out to me now and then to turn the water on or off, and eventually he had worked his way over the entire stone.
As I turned the water off one last time, he hopped out of the tub on the other side, and lifted the stone up. Turning away from me then, he walked across to a series of four wooden stands, the first couple of which were topped by presumably earlier sanded rocks. The stands were splattered with various pastel colours, and I guessed the rocks must have been painted there, and left to dry in the sun. He lifted the freshly sanded rock to the top of the first vacant stand. There was one left now without a rock
Danny had managed to avoid explaining anything at all so far, I just realised, as he turned back to me with a finger pointed in the air. His request was clear. He wanted to do one more. I just nodded, ready to deal with the tap again.
Danny picked another stone, this one a little smaller, from the tilted wheelbarrow, and returned to the tub.
"I usually sand them twice," he told me in way of explanation. "So I'll just give this one a first dose, and then leave it for a while. It's not as rough as the last one though, so shouldn't take long." I nodded again.
That was when I did the second crazy thing that day, suspension of normality going above and beyond this time. I reached down to my shoes, sitting there, and unlaced them, then stood up, on the hot cobblestones near the tap, looked around me, took a deep breath, threw my sunhat to the ground, and pulled my shirt over my head. The feel of the air on my skin was cool for a moment, but the sun warmed me again quickly, and I kept going, before I lost my nerve. Pushing each shoe off with the opposite foot, I flicked off my socks, and then pulled my shorts down off my hips, and down my bare legs. Standing in bra and knickers now, I looked up at Danny. He was standing staring at me, saying nothing. I didn't dare stop, and reached behind my back, unsnapping my bra, and letting it fall to my hands. My breasts felt free and right in the open air, and I smiled at Danny before wiggling out of my knickers. Strangely enough, it still didn't feel sexual, and I strolled over to the bathtub, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my bare skin, and the bounce of my breasts in the air.
I picked the sunhat up, placed it back on my head, and walked over to the bathtub. "Danny," I said quietly to him. "I want to help." He picked up another piece of the grit paper, and without saying a word, showed me how to rub the rock. It actually became awkward with both of us working on it at the same time, and once he was happy that I was comfortable, he went and gathered another one from the trailer.
The process was fairly simple, and I enjoyed the brainlessness of it, and chatted with Danny about nothing at all, still not getting any explanation from him, and not needing any. It seemed sufficient to do it. The sanding required that the stone be rubbed down with the grit paper, dry, and then rubbed down again wet. We would take turns hopping over to the tap, and turning it on or off as required. Occasionally, within the confines of the tub, we would touch each other. It registered somewhere in my mind, but it wasn't like the touch of a lover.
Soon enough the two stones were finished, and Danny looked at my efforts to make sure they were up to standard. He nodded happily as he turned the rock over, and then, at the same time, we both said "shower?"
He took my hand then, and led me into the house. I threw the sunhat back with my other clothes as I entered the house. I half expected an appalling mess, or some other eccentricity, but it looked surprisingly normal inside. The old house had the expected high ceilings, and more room than a modern house. The bathroom had a large shower enclosure, and Danny started the water without speaking. He had snagged a couple of towels on the way down the hall, and he indicated that I should have a shower before him. I insisted that if we could sand rocks in his bathtub, naked, together, than we should be able to share a shower. So he climbed in after me, and we soaped each other liberally and washed off the dust. Again, the touching was sensuous rather than sexual, and completely innocent.
After we showered, I went back outside and collected my clothes. I considered putting them back on, but Danny was still naked, and it was warm and comfortable, so I just put them aside. Danny made some lunch, simple sandwiches with cheese and tomato, a level of domestication I hadn't linked with the stone painter. I was strangely tired after lunch, and lay down on the sofa, answering questions from Danny about where I lived and what I did. Somehow, to add to the impossibilities of the day, I fell asleep, naked, on a strange man's sofa.
When I woke, it must have been hours later, as the sun was disappearing from the sky, and I was hungry again. I couldn't find Danny in the house, and was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, so I put my clothes back on, and headed back out behind the house.
There was Danny, dressed in his overalls again, painting one of the rocks up on the stands. It was slowly changing from grey to a pale blue. He saw me and stopped. I walked up to him, comfortable again for some reason, pulled down his head, and kissed him on the cheek.
"Jo, what was that for?"
"That was for letting some strange woman sleep all afternoon on your sofa."
"What kind of a man wouldn't let a naked woman sleep on his sofa?"
"Oh. Never thought of that."
"I could have taken photos. Or a video, perhaps."
"No. I said 'could'."
"Oh, well thanks for that too."
"No problem. Listen, I'm nearly finished here. I just need a few minutes."
"That's cool. Could I get a drink of water?"
"Of course Jo. Help yourself. There might be something in the fridge too."
"I'll check. Thanks."
I returned to the house, thinking for the first time how nice his face felt against mine, and how his strong hand held me. My mind had overloaded though, I think, and I was running on auto.
The fridge indeed had some cold drinks in it, even some other things. Looking out at Danny working diligently outside, I realised that he might be a while if I left him, so I took a beer from the fridge, opened it, and walked back out to give it to him.
"Hey Danny, thought you might be hot."
"Oh, thanks Jo. That's perfect."
"Hey listen, I don't want to be stepping on any toes..."
"You want to go?"
"Huh? No. That's not it. You want me to?"
"Uh uh. I'd have to get my own beer."
"Oh. Well listen, I was going to say, there's some food in the fridge. I could fix a meal."
"You don't have to do that."
"I'd like to. That way I could pin you down, and get you to answer questions."
"Oh. I wondered if you were going to push that."
"You'd rather not?"
"Eat, or answer? Doesn't matter. I'd love a meal, and I'll eat anything. And I'm happy to answer the questions. It's just a bit complicated."
"So it's a deal?"
"I feed you, and you answer me?"
"I already said I would. Actually, I think I've said that twice today, haven't I?"
"Yeah. Later this evening. Maybe I can show you."
"Yeah, it's... oh, that's even harder to explain. Later, okay?"
"Okay. No pressure, really. I won't hold you to your promise."
So I went back inside, and rummaged through the fridge, and the cupboards, and put together a rice thing, with tinned fish, and some vegetables. My timing must have been good, because just as I was ready to dish it, Danny came back in the door.
"'scuse me Missus," he said with a broad smile. "I probably should get clean before we eat." He was naked again, having dropped his overalls in the doorway.
"No time Mister."
"Definitely not. Eat dirty. I don't mind."
"Well, I need to dress."
"Well, you are. That wouldn't be right."
"Would too." And I did. So we sat there at the table, eating food, starkers. It was bizarre, for sure, but it was nice too, and Danny was very good company. Well, except the time he spilt some fish down on his lap, and jumped up from the table in shock.
After dinner was over, we cleaned up the dishes, and I wondered if I should get going. I still had no answers, but I thought maybe I'd invaded this obviously private man's space enough for one day.
Just as I was about to open my mouth, Danny spoke first: "Hey, I hope you're not thinking of leaving just yet."
"Oh, I was just assessing if I'd outstayed my welcome."
"Jo, you cooked me a meal. That entitles you to stay for a lot longer than this."
"Oh, yeah, it does. I don't get many visitors."
Somehow we gravitated to the lounge again, and Danny put some music on the stereo. I asked him to sit with me on the sofa this time, insisting that it would be rude for me to go to sleep again, and that he needed to keep me awake. Eventually, sitting became lying, and we were happily chatting about the music, and Danny even told me something about his seemingly rather normal childhood. I got the impression he was trying to get around to telling me about the rocks, but he never actually got there. Danny even grabbed a blanket after it cooled down a little, and we both snuggled under it. Still nothing sexual happened.
After a few CDs, it was dark outside, and Danny leaned his face over to me. "Jo?"
"Uh huh." Sleepily.
"Would... umm... you like to stay?"
"Well, umm. How do you mean, Danny, exactly?"
"Sleep? You sure that's what you mean?"
"Well, whichever way you like. You can sleep here on the sofa, or..." and he blushed in the dim light now, "...you could sleep in my bed."
"Yeah, with me."
"Are you trying to seduce me Danny?"
"I'm not sure Jo. It's been a long time."
"I'd like that."
"And seduction too."
There seemed to be no rush, no urgency at all, and we lay there a while longer, breathing together, listening to the music. Danny seemed preoccupied for a short time, and then he spoke again.
"Listen Jo, I have a way to explain properly, no more beating around the bush, but it requires some trust."
"I've just agreed to be seduced by someone I hardly know, in a strange house, after spending half the day naked with him. How much trust do you want?"
"Just a little more. I just need to make a small change to the plan."
"Oh. What sort of change?"
"Well, the seduction, and the sleep, that doesn't change. But we need to do something about the bed."
"Oh, if you don't want me in your bed Danny, just tell me."
"Oh, no, that's not it. Not at all. It's just... well, not in the bedroom."
"You want me to stay out of your bedroom?"
"No, we just need to move the mattress, just for a while."
"Move it? Where? Why?"
"Where is easy. Front lawn. Why is more difficult."
"Your front lawn?"
"Is this something kinky?"
"No... not in the normal sense, anyway."
"I'm beyond saying no. Umm... won't someone see us?"
"No, I don't think so. If we put the mattress between the cairn and the house."
"Are you telling me that pile of rocks is there to hide you from prying neighbours while you molest the local womenfolk?" I hoped he could tell I was kidding.
"I've never molested anyone Jo. And I've never seduced anyone on my front lawn. I have been known to jerk off out the back though." Oh, he did know, after all.
"It's all that nudity. You get turned on looking at yourself."
"You can talk, wench. Stripping like that for me."
"Oh, so you jerked off today?"
"Oh, well. Bad luck."
"Perhaps not. It might work out alright."
"Danny seriously, you weren't turned on out there, were you?"
"No, I wasn't. I can't quite figure out why actually, but I am now, just in case you want to know."
"I know you are."
"Mmhmm. You are naked under here remember, and pressing against me."
"Oh, sorry Jo. I never even realised. I'm not very experienced with this stuff. Well, not lately."
"That's alright. I like it."
"Hmmm... how about we move that mattress now then?"
"Well, you know, I don't think we should."
"Nope. I mean, it's warm and dry. The grass out there looks soft..."
So I took the cushions, and Danny grabbed some blankets, and suddenly we were lying out in the open, under the stars. It sure didn't feel as though we were on a front lawn. The rockpile hid us from the street, and the tall dark house hid us from the neighbours fairly successfully.
To tell the truth, I forgot all about where we were fairly quickly, as my attention was taken by the redheaded man sharing my blanket. Danny was amazingly attentive. He might not have done this much lately, but he had a natural talent, for sure. As we lay between the two blankets, our mouths found each other, and we started to kiss. At least, I think that's the word. My lips performed some complex dance with his, the dry surfaces sparking somehow against each other until I felt the very tip of his tongue painting my lips with moisture, an intimate cosmetic that no one would ever see.
Then suddenly our lips were wet and slippery, and we slid slowly over each others faces, wet and warm, much the way I felt between my legs. I couldn't believe how I thought this man was unattractive when I first met him, or how I spent the whole day naked with him, and didn't take advantage of it.
At just the right moment, his hands began to explore the rest of my body; the rough feel of his large hands tempered with his superb muscle control, and admirable restraint.
Eventually, after minutes or hours, I couldn't tell, he pulled me gently on top of him, and continued his exploration. His arms were long, and he was able to reach nearly to my knees with his fingertips, caressing between there and my head with infinite care, pulling the skin delightfully tense on my butt, bumping a single fingertip up my spine, losing contact momentarily as he left the high points. I felt desperate every time for the return of the texture of his skin, and then longed for him to do it again. It was a long way up my spine, and Danny wasn't in a hurry.
I could feel his hardness more specifically now than on the sofa, and without consciously making a choice, I manoeuvred my body on top of his, aligning what seemed like a gaping wetness to his cock, touching the tip of him against my clitoris, feeling the slickness oozing from him against me. Pulling my mouth reluctantly from his, I started to move above him, penis and clitoris in sympathy, almost symphony. His tip bumped mine as I pushed up and slid back across the same nerves as I relaxed. My nipples scraped against his chest as well. Again and again I performed the same action, faster and a little harder each time.
Eventually, I was so wet that he just sort of slid into me, rather than sliding past, and his hardness filled me, pushing out and extending me, a delicious stretching. He stopped then, for a moment, confirming that I was ready, and I let him know by pushing down hard on him, making him impale me harder, feeling as much as hearing his sigh.
Then, we started to move for real. He seemed able to sense where and when to put the pressure, and I stopped talking while I took in all the information my body was feeding me. Just when I thought I could manage the feelings that were coursing through me, and was able to think for a moment about how Danny was feeling, he changed the rhythm and the angle somehow, I couldn't wait any longer, and I orgasmed, a calm yet desperate groan escaping from my throat, as my muscles tensed around his, and my world contracted to a single nerve, a single moment.
Danny kept moving slowly within me, and eventually my body caught up with his ministrations, and I joined in, a slow, steady rhythm, a delicious sliding sweetness between us.
Then suddenly Danny spoke. "Umm, Jo?"
"Listen, I think I have an explanation for you."
"What now?" He hadn't stopped moving.
"Yeah, now Jo."
"Well? Don't you dare stop."
"I just... I need you to keep your eyes closed for a minute, and then we need to roll over, okay?"
"My eyes? Yeah, okay."
Somehow, without breaking the rhythm, he managed to turn us both over, so he was on the top, and then he started moving in longer, deeper strokes, turning me to mush in the process.
"Jo? Can you keep you eyes shut until I tell you?"
"I could do anything just now Dan. Unless you have all the neighbours watching. Fuck, probably even then."
"Not the neighbours Jo. Promise."
He returned to the job at hand. It wasn't difficult. I was concentrating on what he was doing to me, and I didn't need to see anything. He stepped up the pace again, pounding into me now, precise and strong thrusts, panting above me. My hands were on his firm butt, and I could feel his muscles clenching as he kept moving.
Finally, I was approaching orgasm again. I could feel he was close too, and I wanted him to explode inside me. Somehow my body told him, without me saying anything, and I could feel his whole body tensing. Then, just when she should have exploded, he told me to open my eyes.
My head happened to be facing towards the rockpile, and at first I thought all the rocks were covered in bugs of some sort, moving frantically in the moonlight. Then as my eyes focused properly, I realised they weren't bugs at all, but little people, tiny people, with wings. And they were in distinct little couples on the rocks, their wings folded mostly out of the way. They were fucking. Little joyous squeaks escaped their tiny mouths as they pounded each other gently, and I could smell sex on them, and a lust beyond anything I'd ever felt. One of the couples was close to me, and I could see the male pushing himself inside his partner, her hands tweaking her breasts as he pumped.
Suddenly their thoughts and sounds and smells overwhelmed me, and I looked up at Danny, still moving rhythmically above me. "It's the fairies Jo. I paint the rocks for the fairies. They like the colours."
He came then. A hard hot gush deep inside me, and it pushed me beyond control, beyond thought, beyond comprehension. I exploded, clenching him hard within me, my muscles squeezing his cock, his butt, his tongue. And as we came, so did the fairies, their telepathic abilities synchronising their arousal, and I could feel them in my head, and as I intensified their pleasure, they intensified mine, and I collapsed panting on the blanket and watched them as they disappeared, little sexual lights blinking out one by one, until Danny and I were alone.
We lay there, warm in the cool evening, for a long time. Eventually we got up and went inside the house. I think I had already decided to stay for a long time. Oh, and that? Yeah, that's sexual.
Lovely story - many thanks. Keep on writing.
Just finished the story - what an unexpected surprise! I thoroughly enjoyed it, and look forward to reading more. Thank you for writing.
It was sexual right from the start comments = The story is pure delight. It's a welcome relief to read something arousing AND interesting. Thank you for posting it.
BEING FROM IRELAND i CAN APPRECIATE THIS STORY, WHICH WAS DELIGHTFUL.
GBF: Thanks, but please don't shout.
You are certainly a writer.This is most unusually well written and unfailing in its espect for the main character and her humanity. Dec is my name. I am from Ireland. Mystical, like your story
GBF: Whew, that's a relief. I thought I was a plumber! Thanks a lot for the kind words.
Extraordinary story. You lost one point, and only one.
GBF: And, regretfully, I can't let you give the story away. :-)
I really liked how you described them as being sensual yet not sexual. I understand that so well, but couldn't figure out how to describe it. Good story.
GBF: You just need to fumble your fingers on the keyboard. :-)
You got me! The ending was totally unexpected. A nice even pace with enough detail to keep the reader interested.I am never again look at
GBF: Thanks, but no giving it away. :-)
Jun 2006 Jun 2006 May 2006 Apr 2006 Sep 2005 Sep 2005 Aug 2005 Jul 2005 Jul 2005 Jun 2005 Jun 2005 Jun 2005 May 2005 May 2005 Mar 2005 Mar 2005 Mar 2005 Mar 2005 Feb 2005 Feb 2005 Feb 2005 Dec 2004 Dec 2004 Dec 2004 Nov 2004 Nov 2004 Nov 2004 Nov 2004 Sep 2004 Sep 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004
I must say that this was certainly a very unusual story. :) But as with all the other stories of yours that I have read, I liked this one also. You have a talent for leading the reader through the plot of a story, and making them feel like it was ac
GBF: I had to
Not quite a 10, but I'm not sure why. I mean, the descriptive passages are good, the dialogue is good, but there's a certain je ne se que missing.
GBF: Thanks. Lemme know what it is if you figure it out.
I am not an English Major, (really engineering) but this is the best wrtten story of yours that I have ever read.
GBF: Thanks. Sorry to
Thank you so much for all your stories, I have read most of the romance ones. I think you have a huge talent and I think you should publish a few novels, I for one would buy them all.
GBF: I just need a *pubisher* to tell me that! :-)
Who cares about the ending? Too long? No way - it's the whole journey that's the fun part. I would get out of my house and go for walks more often if I thought there were a Danny in my neighborhood!
GBF: Aww, thanks.
Now that *was* a good story. Different, sexy and very sensual. Thank you.
GBF: Wow, thanks a lot.
THANKS, very enjoyable!
GBF: Ah, exactly according to plan!
You are just FULL of surprises aren't you? I loved it!!!
GBF: That's the idea!
I enjoyed the story very much. Your writing exudes charm and this time an effervecent flight of fancy. Congatulations!
GBF: So many big words, you can tell I didn't write the feedback myself! Thanks.
absolutely brilliant! a delightful twist at the end ! the mix of reality and fantasy are perfectly blended.
GBF: What reality? :-)
It's...hmm....no words:) Nice job! :)
GBF: Nice job, and you give me a 5? :-)
We've corresponded before... I'd read this one before too, but it has been a while. My question is, is there a ***** myth down there in NZ or is this carried over from UK/Europe or something? Nice work!
GBF: I'm glad you read it again. Mostly we have British ones here, Rich.
Fantastic is all I can say.
GBF: Thank you is all I can say. :-)
*****!! For the princess in me!
GBF: Yeah. Sorry to bleep you.
This is a really nice story. I liked the pacing, the writing, the imagination, the sensuality. Interesting how you made the sex innocent in the same way you described her feelings of innocence during the action of the story. Well done all around.
GBF: Thank you very kindly
This is a lil crazy how it starts off, then it gets crazy when they meet and the girl helps put the guy. ON the end it is all good and romantic.
GBF: So you LIKE it crazy?
Things like that don't happen, but I wish they did! Beautifully written. I don't usually like much dialogue but with your piece it really worked.
GBF: Well, we all wish they did. Now and then... They do!
This was great an unexpected ending but great ...i'll definitely read on.....
GBF: Oh, good! And thanks.
GBF: You know, if a few more people said that, I might be a little more worried.
What a great story but the ending? What a shock! I didn't see that one coming at all!
GBF: Oh, dear. Sorry. Other people say that's the BEST part of it...
OMG this sucked, all u think about is oral sex gentle Jeez u fuckin bitch
GBF: On the other hand, your feedback was nothing short of a masterpiece. You should try typing with both hands. This is the funniest 'one' I've had in ages.
Most enjoyable and cleverly thought out. Congratulations!
once again an excellent story...glad I found you cheers
Love it! Unusual events, but cleverly written and sexy!
What can I do but tilt my head to the side and give this a long quizzical look. I really appreciated the exchange between Danny and Jo but am constantly distracted by the absurd story line. However, in the end its surprisingly satisfying if not strange.
GBF: Hee hee. It was supposed to be at least a little absurd!
Very nice. Thank you.
Liked it a lot!
you did not mention the overthrow of the usa..how allah s wrath overcame the degenerate jew
GBF: It's like a random list of insults from a dictionary, right?
Loved it!! Had no idea where you were going but the (*****) story held me until I found out!!! ;o)
GBF: Hey, no giving it away! 8-)
Sure as hell not shit. Actually, well written, good twist and - nicely slow.
Enjoyed this story when I read it several years back and again this time. Plot well developed with interesting twists and turns.
GBF: Not years... Months, maybe! :-)
hmmm.......different, ***** are interesting. not detail-ish enough, how about a little more kink to it;)
GBF: You see, I'm just not very kinky...
this was the dumbest story ive ecer heard in my enitre life what kind of ending was that! That was so shitty i cant even believe i wasted time reading it! too bad there isnt a zero on the score or maybe even negatives because thats how bad this story real
GBF: hmmm... The less said the better, I guess. Oh, except that the only thing lower than the score you gave me is an anonymous insult.
Absolutely brilliant! Erotic but oh so beautiful! You write with such elegance.
GBF: What, the title?
Very, very erotic!!
I liked it! good ending a surprise Thanks!!
GBF: I aim to please
This was the 2nd story of yours I've read this evening and I'm as amazed at this one as I was intrigued by the first...
Awesome story =) I liked the pace, and a /great/ twist at the end. =) The ***** were a nice touch.
Wow! That was er, weird, in spots, but brilliant. Amazingly brilliant!
GBF: I'm comfortable with weird. Thanks a lot
Amazing. Simply Amazing.
This was the 2nd story of yours I've read this evening and I'm as amazed at this one as I was intrigued by the first
Nice story. I liked the way you led up to sex, without being obvious about it.
GBF: Well, thanks.
You have an incredible talent......The shine. A ratlng? 11. Thanks
Excellent flow, interesting concept and yes, I can understand his dificulty explaining "things" to her.
IN REAL LIFE I NEVER MET A MAN WITH A BIG DICK THAT WASN'T A REAL JERK,MAYBE THAT WAS JUST MY LUCK
This was an exquisitely lovely and romantically tender story of the type that I normally find quite unappealing. Indeed, this was, IMHO, more of an erotic than pornographic piece in the sense that the sexual aspects were quite incidental or even coinciden
GBF: Wow, thanks muchly.
Fantastic . . .
Wow, no wonder you won an award...
GBF: Wow, thanks
Itwuzzz A wonderfull experience cleva writer Iwould like to hear more from them
It think this is quite fine, but what's the purpose of the first seven paragraphs? Why not begin with "My little house..."?
GBF: Well, it was intended to establish her frame of mind. What does everyone else think?
i like sexual stories. and have read tons. and this is a great one. thank you.
Straight up with a twist. Some of the best I've been lucky enough to read.
wonderful!!!! i give it a 20/10.. how bout that?
GBF: Hard to beat. Thanks.
A wonderful story. I believe that it is the best that I've had the pleasure to read in a long time. Please keep your wonderful imagination and continue to write more similar ones.
GBF: Thank you very much. I'll do my best.
I like the story very much, I like the way her meeting with danny starts.
That was great!!! I want to hear more about the *****.. Please??!?!?
GBF: I'll try, but you can't tell anyone! :-)
lovely, from nz
GBF: Oh, you could have let me know your name... I'm a kiwi too!
A very delightful story, and a wonderful way to to make love with someone else watching / to watch! I do belive in *****!!!
GBF: Thanks, but no telling
I thought it was great,the humour in the dialogue I thought was excellent. The ***** at the end were a strange twist.
GBF: Here we go again! 8-)
Fun! Very nice story.
extraordinarily original. Too good for a porn site, even a classy one like this.
GBF: Why, thanks.
Great story~!! Nice ending!
Very impressive, better than I thought I'd find on the Internet. Thanks for publishing like this.
Amazing. I generally don't fancy ***** *****, but this was a good one.
GBF: A double...
This story was perfect. I log on the asstr website from time to time looking for something a little more intimate and less raw. You gave me what I was looking for. I enjoy the stories that have romance or the hint of romance in them. I don't know if t
GBF: See, another one! But thanks.
Nice story! *****? Okay!
GBF: Everyone wants to give it away... :-)
it was great till those ***** showed up
GBF: uh uh. No giving it away...
[This] is a marvelous flight of fancy! I thoroughly enjoyed it, from the hard-fucking, raw-sex intro, through the "intermission," into the sensual dance of Jo and Danny, and finally, the erotic finale. Thank you!
A great little whimsical story. I'll be back to read more. I gave this one a 10.
well written...clever plot
...I really enjoyed your writing in this story. It's way above average, by the way...
Wonderful! Another home run!
You certainly deserved to win the Silver Clit for this. Great story, light and a lot of fun to read. Thank you.
great story thanx
Holy crap... that was simply amazing! great job!
GBF: Well, thanks.
I loved it! Just the right blend of fantasy and reality, with a good dose of realistic and intelligent humor. I will have to read more...
Good story - Lots of little datails made it seem more real, and the ending was a wonderful surprise. I'll give it a 10. Thanks!
GBF: Thanks back.
Improbability is the engine of fantasy. This is a nice story. Better than nice.
I adored every second of it!!! beautifully written, particularly the exchanges between the characters. lovely, wonderful and it leaves me wanting to read more!
Enjoyed! Ending, surprise without a doubt. Defining the sex and the anticipation was excellent. You have a knack.
GBF: Well, thank you very much
Oh wow, I wish I could write like that, what an amazing story.. I loved how you built up the story, and the ending.
I guess this is known as "getting your rocks off".
GBF: That's hardly original... but funny. :-)
Very nice... Very creative, comfortable and erotic with a pleasant twist... One of the most enjoyable stories I've read in a long time. Thanks.
Oh my no. Just fab. Magic. . . Except for the *****. I never would have thought of them. that was just brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. So I liked, ok?
GBF: That's much better than OK. I had to blank out the ***** though, in case you gave it away.
What an excellent story.
Different in so many ways, soft but real. Thanks, - mac
Wow!!! That was so beautifully insane! As for the writing, well paced, terrific suspense, wonderfully resolved. It's perfect.
GBF: Glad you think so, but I'm not convinced. I'm relaxed with the insanity, but perfection is a way off. Thanks.
I love stories that turn in ways that are unexpected. Yours had me racing to the end, the aticipation was fun. And I like your easy dialog - shit I sound like a critic now.
A truly excellent story. Thanks.
GBF: Thanks to you, too.
I loved your story , it was very sensual , loving. Life should be like your story, just let things happen.
GBF: My writing is like that!
It was a slow start but it grows on you. Do you write a lot or is this just a hobby that you do now and then. Just an old man who enjoys reading.
GBF: Well, I currently have 51 stories on this site, so I guess it's at least a halfway decent obsession! Just an old man who enjoys writing.
A style of writing I have been searching for and longing to read. Well done.
I hadn't checked for a while. Loved this story just as much as the first one I read. Keep it up.
I loved it especially the *****, it was a complete surprise.
GBF: There's another one. Nice comment, but you nearly gave it away! :-)
I loved the story. I was starting to get frustrated about knowing about the rocks but it was a good tense sensation. I never suspected the *****. Very good story.
GBF: Uh uh. Can't let you give it away! But thanks.
I read it twice and I still dont get it.What are you tring to say with this piece of s---? A slut is a slut?And what do you mean by The Start? the start of what? Try again,it didnt work in this one.
GBF: Here's the thing. I don't mind you saying shit. I don't mind you thinking it's shit. What really gets to me is that you say something like this, and then won't tell me who you are, so that I can find out why you feel that way. I am relieved, however, t
Lovely story. I enjoyed the synchronicity of the characters' interaction.
Wonderful.. A delightful change from the usual in and out...
You are a wonderful writer! Exquisite. I am an avid reader, of all things, and this is one of the top 3 things I've EVER read. In spite of the quite inprobable course of events, you spun the tale so well it seemed all so natural. From him getting
GBF: This is easily the nicest review I've ever received. I'm flabbergasted.
I thought it was wonderful.
Saturday morning lying in bed reading about ***** and ***** and women that dont seem to populate my area. your writing sends me. If you have any more stories please point me in their direction. Best wishes
GBF: Sorry mate, but I had to censor what you said, in case you give the story away!
Great writing...wish I was as good at it.
I think you're nominated: The Silver Clitorides Awards
GBF: I am too. Look at that. Thanks, whoever did that.
One of the most unusual and interesting erotic stories I've ever read. well-written, too. dialogue is hard and you do it well.
Very touching story! Thank you for the good feelings.
Wow! Who can think with melted heart and misted eyes?
GBF: Wow! Who can fail to continue, with feedback like that?
It's nice to see a new story from you, and this was very good. Good sex, interesting characters, and a nice twist at the end.
Just a touch of kookiness, well written, well done. Indeed... Very well done!
You have a great way of describing sexual encounters capturing the reader in the moment, in a way living it along with the characters.
i love your work this had such a great twist to it , keep writing..... lol i know its creative and not a mechanical process.
****** hey? That was a surprise. To each his fun. It's a different story. I like the casual way you aproached it. Thanks for the fun
GBF: I had to blank out what you said, or you'll give it away.
I certainly wasn't expecting the ending. Cute story.
that was an awesom story .. i loved the ending!
Wow! What a cool way to end a story. You had me going. I really enjoyed it. You earned the 10 and pleeeaaasssee keep it coming.
May 2006 Apr 2006 Sep 2005 Sep 2005 Aug 2005 Jul 2005 Jul 2005 Jun 2005 Jun 2005 Jun 2005 May 2005 May 2005 Mar 2005 Mar 2005 Mar 2005 Mar 2005 Feb 2005 Feb 2005 Feb 2005 Dec 2004 Dec 2004 Dec 2004 Nov 2004 Nov 2004 Nov 2004 Nov 2004 Sep 2004 Sep 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Aug 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jul 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 Jun 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004 May 2004