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Archive name: hot.txt
Authors name: Normique (normique@yahoo.com)
Story title : Hot Sultry Summer Night

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Hot Sultry Summer Night
by Normique (normique@yahoo.com)

***

It's a hot steamy summer night in the south. Nancy 
can't sleep. She decides to go for a ride on her 
favorite steed. When she enters the stable, she finds 
herself going for an entirely different ride then she 
had planned. (MF, rom)

***

The night was hot. Humid. The air heavy with moisture. 
Unable to sleep, she lay in bed listening to the whine 
of the overhead fan, watching the shadow of the 
whirling blades across her legs. "So hot!" she said out 
loud. Her short black lace night gown clung to her 
body, perspiration trickling down between her breasts. 
Sitting up in bed, she looked at the clock on the table 
next to her bed. 

1:00AM

Thunder was rumbling in the distance. She swung her 
legs to the side of the bed and sat with her feet on 
the floor, looking across the room to the open French 
doors. Turning on the bedside lamp, she got up and 
slowly walked through the doors onto the balcony. The 
full moon was shinning brightly between the gathering 
dark clouds. A characteristically wide ring around the 
moon. Sure sign of a storm approaching, she thought. A 
soft breeze blew across her face. 

Holding onto the railing of the balcony, she lifted her 
chin into the air and took a deep breath, enjoying the 
cooling effect of the breeze. Movement caught her 
attention out of the corner of her eye. She turned her 
head toward the stable, but didn’t see anything. 

"I need to cool off, and it’s a beautiful night for a 
ride. I imagine Seascape would enjoy a midnight run." 
She turned and rushed back into her bedroom. Pulling on 
her blue jeans, she decided not to put a top on. "I’m 
covered by this nightie and no one will see me anyway." 
She grabbed her boots and was on her way to the stable.

He stood watching her from the stable door. She was a 
vision, standing there in the moonlight. The breeze 
caught her long black hair and blew it across her face. 
He could see through her night gown with the light from 
her bedroom behind her. 

He could see the outline of her breasts and her slim 
waist, that gave way to a shapely buttocks. He drew in 
a sharp breath and blew it out slowly as he felt 
himself stir. Wiping perspiration from his brow, he 
walked back into the stable.

She walked across the extensive grounds of the estate 
enjoying the breeze. Seascape caught her scent when she 
entered the stable and whinnied. She walked up to the 
chestnut, rubbed his nose and patted his neck, talking 
softly to him. 

"How would you like to go for a midnight ride boy? 
Maybe cool off a bit."

"Don’t you think you should wait? It’s going to storm."

Startled at the unexpected voice, she turned swiftly 
around, with her hand over her heart that was thumping 
wildly in her chest. Sucking in a ragged breath, she 
said, "Who are you and what are you doing here?" He was 
standing in the shadows.

"I didn’t mean to frighten you, ma’am." His gaze 
wandered to her heaving breasts, and a faint smile 
tugged at the corners of his mouth. It had started to 
rain on her way to the stable, and the top of her lacy 
see through night gown, clung to her like a second 
skin. His perusal of her led him to her boot covered 
feet, and slowly back up to her flashing, angry dark 
eyes. 

She crossed her arms over her breasts and through 
clinched teeth said, "What do you think your doing, and 
why haven’t you answered me? Who are you and what are 
you doing here?"

"My name is Ken. Ken Drexal. I’m the new foreman. I was 
hired today." He stepped out of the shadows and offered 
her his hand as he said, "and you are?"

She sucked in her breath as he stepped into the dim 
light that was always left on at night. It was her turn 
to peruse him and she did it slowly. He was much taller 
then her 6 foot height. At least 6 foot 5 inches, she 
thought. She began her assessment of him by looking in 
his eyes. 

What she saw was unmistakable desire. His face was not 
handsome, but ruggedly good looking, with a square 
chin. Her eyes lowered to his torso. He wore no shirt, 
the belt on his blue jeans was unbuckled and the top 
button was unfastened. He had a heavily haired massive 
chest, and muscled arms that had weight lifter written 
all over them. She let her eyes wander further down to 
the growing bulge in his jeans. 

Impressive, she thought, as she drew in a deep breath. 
His legs were long and muscular. His jeans didn’t 
conceal any part of him. It had been a long time since 
she’d been with a man and this man was unlike any she 
had met before. Instant attraction! She wondered what 
he would feel like, skin to skin. Her face felt warm. 

Looking at him, she saw a knowing smile looking back at 
her. Ignoring it, she held out her hand and said, "My 
name is Nancy Parsons. My father owns this estate. I 
knew he was looking for a foreman, but didn’t know he 
had hired one today." He took her hand in his and 
raised it to his lips as he took a step closer. They 
were inches apart. When his lips touched her hand she 
felt moisture gathering, felt tingling where she hadn’t 
felt it in a long time.

"Pleased to meet you Miss Parsons."

Their eyes locked. He looked down at her pouty lower 
lip and wanted to taste it. She looked at his full 
masculine lips and that was all the encouragement he 
needed. He brushed her lips lightly with his, back and 
forth. His hands came to her either side of her face 
and tilted her head up for better access. They looked 
into each other’s eyes and he lowered his head to 
lightly brush her lips again. 

Her heart began to pound. She had never felt lips as 
soft as his. Had never been kissed as tenderly. He 
kissed her then, with little pressure, just enough to 
put his lips fully on hers. He felt her breathing 
increase and felt himself stir, for the second time 
that night. The tip of his tongue traced her lips and 
she parted them slightly, inviting him in. 

He didn’t enter; instead he sucked her lower lip, then 
her top lip, brushing them with his. Making love to 
them. She had never been turned on this much from 
kissing. Ever! He deepened the kiss then, increasing 
the pressure. Her arms had remained at her sides, were 
suddenly on his shoulders, pulling him closer. 

That was what he wanted. He wanted her to come to him. 
His hands left her face. He put his arms around her and 
crushed her to his chest, feeling her ample breasts 
pressed against him. He claimed her mouth then. His 
tongue parting her lips, searching for and finding 
hers. He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth.... 
slowly, tongue fucking her mouth. 

She whimpered and he grew hard.

She felt his hardness against her stomach and began 
rubbing him with her hand. He thrust his hips in rhythm 
to her rubbing, then pulled away from her and looked 
tenderly into her eyes and said, "Do you want me to 
stop?"

"No."

"Do you want this as much as I do?"

"Yes."

"Will you trust me completely and do as I say without 
question? You will experience exquisite pleasure and I 
promise no harm will come to you."

"Yes."

"I’m going to remove your clothing now. I want you to 
stand there and allow me to do it." When he had her 
undressed, he walked around her slowly, looking at 
every inch of her luscious body. Her breasts were full, 
uplifted at just the right angle, with pink nipples 
that he ached to suck. Her back was straight and sloped 
to a heart shaped buttocks. She had a lacy black 
butterfly tattoo behind her right shoulder. So sexy, he 
thought. 

Her legs were long and shapely. Her skin creamy and 
flawless. Her black curly hair hung down to mid back. 
He came around to the front of her and looked at her 
beautiful face. He had never seen a woman this lovely 
and never a woman he desired more then this woman. 

Holding her eyes with his, he unzipped his jeans, let 
them fall to the floor and kicked them away. He stood 
in front of her. A giant of a man. Tall, rugged and 
fully aroused. Her eyes were drawn to his manhood. She 
sucked in her breath at his size. He was magnificent 
and she wanted him! All of him!

Thunder rumbled closer and it began to rain harder. It 
was hot and sultry. He had perspiration on his brow and 
she glistened with the heat. The breeze had turned into 
wind, but it was hot wind and brought little relief to 
the sticky night.

The stable was of modest size, with six stalls and four 
horses. The two empty stalls were scrubbed clean with 
fresh straw on the floor. It was to one of these stalls 
that he led her.

They walked hand in hand to the stall. The air was 
close. No breeze reached this area. So hot, he thought. 
She’s perspiring now, but she’s going to get much 
hotter. He turned her so she was facing a wall and 
said, "I want you to take two steps back, then put out 
your hands and lean against the wall with your arms 
straight. Then I want you to spread your legs wide." 

She followed his instructions.

"Perfect. Now, do not remove your hands from that wall. 
No matter what I do to you or what you feel. Do not 
remove your hands. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," she said.

She was beautiful standing there like that. All his. 
Trusting. Anticipating. A small trickle of sweat 
running down her back. Her breasts hanging slightly, in 
full view as he stood to the side looking at her, 
wondering what she was thinking. His cock throbbed as 
he took it into his hand and stroked it. "Look at me," 
he commanded, "Look at what I’m doing." She watched him 
stroking, her eyes filled with desire. "Do you want 
this?" 

"Yes."

"How bad do you want this? 

"I want it bad."

"Where do you want this?"

"I want to taste it and then I want to feel it inside 
of me."

"Where inside of you."

"Everywhere you want to put it."

"Your hands are slipping. Put them back up there!"

He walked up behind her, put one hand on her hip and 
pulled her hair to the side with his other hand. 
Bending he kissed the side of her neck, from her ear to 
her shoulder and back up again, then went to the other 
side. She sighed and her legs began to tremble. 

He had found her vulnerable spot. All inhibitions were 
gone when her neck was kissed like that. She was filled 
with desire. Wet. He turned her head to the side and 
kissed her deeply, lingering, loving the feel of her 
mouth on his. He stepped back and told her to look 
straight ahead, then he walked up behind her, his body 
pressed against hers, and held a breast in each hand. 

She inhaled deeply as he rolled her nipples. She laid 
her head back on his chest and whimpered as he pinched 
them... hard... not hard enough to cause real pain, but 
hard enough to be slightly uncomfortable. A woman’s 
body is wondrously put together. There is a direct line 
from nipple to vagina, almost like a bolt of 
electricity, and she felt every watt. So hot! His 
strong hands gently squeezed her breasts, kneading 
them. 

He ducked under arms and came up in front of her, 
sucking one breast and then the other. Giving each one 
thorough attention. Nibbling, tongue swirling around 
each erect nipple. 

She moaned her pleasure. Only when he had had his fill 
did he leave her and press his body to her back, his 
rock hard cock between the cheeks of her ass moving up 
and down, teasing both of them. 

He began kissing her back, down... down... across her 
buttocks down the outside of one leg to the ankle, 
crossing over to the inside, kissing up... up... 
stopping at the place she wanted him to go...down the 
inside of her other thigh and up the outside, to her 
buttocks and back to her neck. Her hands came off of 
the wall. She reached back to hold his head. Her heart 
pounding, every nerve awake, eyes closed and head 
rolling from side top side. 

"Put your hands back on the wall!"

She did. 

He reached between her legs from the back, and felt her 
wetness, inserting first one finger and then two, 
taking them out and sliding them up her slit to her 
hard nub. He pressed in on it and held it there. She 
moaned when he started rubbing "Ohhh...please," she 
said, "Your driving me insane." Her legs stiffened and 
he stopped. 

"Keep looking at the wall," She heard him move away 
from her, then heard him return. 

"Spread your legs wider and look down so you can 
watch." She spread her legs as far as she could without 
falling and looked down. He placed and old three legged 
milking stool on the floor slightly in front of her 
spread-eagled legs, then sat down with his head facing 
her love mound. 

"Do you know what I’m going to do to you now?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes, oh god, yes!"

His hot tongue licked her. Tasted her. He loved how she 
tasted. A slight mustiness that was all woman. His 
tongue flicked back and forth across her hard clit. 

She could feel her inner muscles clamping down on 
nothing. She needed him inside of her. She begged him, 
"Please fuck me! Fuck me now!"

He grabbed her clit with his mouth and began sucking 
gently. Her hips thrusting forward, unable to remain 
still. Her hands dropped to his head. He stopped.

"Put your hands back on that wall. I don’t want to have 
to tell you again!"

She put her hands back on the wall.

He started sucking her clit again, only harder this 
time, while inserting two fingers into her pussy and 
one finger into her anus. She rotated her hips wildly, 
thrusting, calling out, whimpering and moaning, Her 
toes were curling and gripping the floor and her 
fingers were pushed hard into the wall. He felt her 
stiffen and sucked harder and faster until she came. 
She screamed, over and over again, every time her body 
convulsed.

He loved making her cum. Sweat was dripping off of her. 
He was so hard! It took every ounce of control he had 
not to touch himself, not to cum. He stood up and 
putting his hands on top of hers, gently put her arms 
down to her sides, turned her around to face him, and 
held her in his arms. 

He whispered softly, "Suck me, please."

She dropped to her knees, took his hard cock into her 
mouth and sucked him. She not only sucked him, but made 
love to his cock with her mouth, taking it into the 
back of, and down her throat. She kissed it and licked 
it and sucked it, then went to his balls and gave them 
the same attention. He thought he had died and gone to 
heaven. She felt his balls tighten and stopped. She lay 
down on the soft hay and said, "Fuck me, please fuck 
me."

He did. He entered her and inch at a time. Feeling her 
muscles grip him, pulling him deeper. They moved in 
unison. Meeting each other. Fucking. Breathless. Hearts 
beating as one. He pounded her! His balls slapping her 
ass. Harder and harder and faster, using all of his 
strength. 

She was screaming, "Please don’t stop! Please don’t 
stop! I’m going to cum again!" 

And she did. 

He could feel his climax building.... building.... that 
heavenly sensation of suspension just before he 
exploded deep inside of her. He collapsed on top of 
her, utterly and totally spent. They lay panting, 
breathless, their sweat mixing
together. 

The storm hit. Torrential rain. Thunder shook the 
ground. Lightening lighted the sky and the stable. The 
storm outside was raging as violently as their love 
making had been inside. The wind was no longer hot. It 
blew across their hot bodies, cooling....

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