"Cooling Off"  {Uther} (MF rom cons) 

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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as 
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination 
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly 
coincidental.


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                           Cooling Off
                       by Uther Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com


The temperature was still over a hundred, and their air 
conditioner was still broken.  He put the food he'd picked up for 
their supper into the refrigerator.  Then he ran a cool, rather 
shallow, bath.  It looked so good that he undressed and climbed 
in to wait. 

"In the bathtub, honey," he called as the door slammed. 

"My, you look cool," she said.  She didn't look cool at all, 
and her face had a mask of dirt except around the eyes. 

"Care to join me?  The repair man is backed up until the day 
after tomorrow." 

"Don't mind if I do."  She stripped off her office clothes 
efficiently, almost ignoring him.  Yet the process was every bit 
as sexy as any show intended to arouse.  First she removed her 
blouse and bra, and her breasts swung free as she bent to deal 
with skirt, shoes and pantyhose.  Removing the panties revealed 
her bare mound. 

Then she turned to the medicine cabinet and its mirror.  
"Ugh," she said. 

"I thought that you looked kind of cute, like a raccoon in 
reverse."  She was leaning over slightly, looking closer at her 
reflection.  This view was even cuter.  Her ass was pushed a 
little outward; he could glimpse her pussy through her slightly 
spread legs.  She soaped up a washcloth.  "Bring that here." 

She handed him the washcloth and climbed between his legs in 
the tub, her back to him.  The glimpses of all her parts in 
motion stiffened him despite the cool water.   Her shiver within 
the circles of his arms and legs increased the effect. 

As she leaned back against him, he washed the grit from her 
face. He handed her a large plastic mug.  "Fill this with hot, 
please." She barely needed to bend forward to reach the faucets.  
He poured half the mug over her hair and began to rub the shampoo 
in. 

Her position leaning against his chest wasn't efficient -- his 
own chin kept getting in his way.   But having her in his arms 
was much more important.  And he loved her hair, loved running 
his fingers through it, rubbing the shampoo into every lock. 
Finally, he rinsed. 

She filled the mug for him; he poured and combed for her.  She 
adjusted the cold faucet and the drain so the water level was 
nearly constant.  Then she leaned back in his arms for a rest. He 
stroked her slowly -- there was no hurry.  Her nipples were hard 
under his fingers, he was hardening against her back; but they 
were mostly drifting. 

"You won't believe this," she said after a while. 

"Hm?" 

"I'm starting to get chilly." 

"I," he said, "can think of a fun way to warm up."  She got 
out first, and they toweled each other off. 

"Race you to the bed," she said while he was rinsing the last 
shampoo bubbles down the drain.  Laughing, she ran to the bed and 
jumped into the middle before he could really start moving.  They 
kissed when he caught up to her.  The air already felt like a 
warm blanket over them, and they needed no other. 

Slowly, his mouth trailed down her neck and shoulder to her 
breast.  He missed her taste, but the nipple was as responsive as 
ever.  Then he kissed the underside of her breast.  "Stop!" she 
cried, "I'm so ticklish there." 

"I know," he said, and nibbled the underside of the other 
breast. She kicked for minutes while he held her down with his 
hand on her smooth mound.  Then she tickled him with her 
fingernails on his ass cheeks and on the back of his thighs.  He 
gave up and moved out of her reach. 

That brought him to her thighs.  He kissed the tops for a 
minute, then moved between them.  Here, finally, he could taste 
her rather than the soap.  He teased himself as much as her by 
staying on the thighs and then on the smooth mound.  "Inside!" 
she pled and spread her legs to invite his tongue into her 
pussy. 

He could resist her words, but not her aroma.  He spread her 
lips with his tongue and lapped up the nectar he found there.  He 
circled her clit with his tongue, returned to the nectar, circled 
the clit again.  "Please," she said on his fifth or sixth 
circle. 

When he did finally lick her clit, she stiffened and pulled on 
his ears.  "Inside," she said again.  He licked there once more, 
and moved up her body.  She raised her legs and reached for him. 
He watched her face as he entered her hot cunt. 

She began with a studious frown, as if setting him in her 
entrance was a technical problem.  Her eyes widened as he pressed 
slowly into her, the lids moving apart as the cunt lips did.  She 
gave him a smile when he had filled her completely, welcoming him 
home. 

When she had wrapped him in her legs, he moved in and out.  He 
was trying to prolong the action, but she would have none of 
that.  "Fuck me," she said.  "Fuck me hard and fast and 
fierce." 

He sped up, thrusting into her with more and more force.  Her 
hands slid down his back to his ass, pulling him into her. 
"Coming," she said, "... now."  And come she did, her pussy 
gripped his cock just as her hands gripped his hips.  He drove 
into her spasming pussy a few more times, and then he came 
too. 

They lay together, hugging, gasping, and -- especially -- 
sweating. 

"I'm all hot again," she said after a minute. 

"Honey, you have always been hot," he replied. 


The End
Cooling Off
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2002/01/31
2004/03/03
2010/04/06

This story was written in a conscious 
imitation of the style of Dulcinea, a great 
contributor to alt.sex.stories who died some
years ago.  Another such story is:
windmill.txt 
"Windmill Saga"  

Other such imitations are listed in:
dulcinea.txt 
Dulcinea Tribute  


Another couple appear in: 
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/Gjt/doh_03f.htm
"Chocolate Fudge Sunday"  

This story is indexed in the subdirectory: 
wl.txt 
Wedded Lust  

The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm