From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Big Sur (MF, rom)  [1/3]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 14:51:18 GMT

			       Big Sur
				  by
			       Moonlite
			       Part One

	He'd told her early on that this was one of his fantasies...
to hike up to a campsite near Big Sur. They'd packed all the necessary
gear and driven as close as possible early that morning, thoroughly
enjoying both the scenery, as they went south on Highway 1, and each
others company. She never ceased to be amused at an easterner's
comments as they admired the way the mountains met the ocean on what
seemed to them a backwards coastline.

	Several times her hand drifted to his right thigh to punctuate
a remark or just to indicate her readiness for their planned outing.
How often he'd teased and cajoled her over the past several weeks both
in messages and by phone. Words like `star- crossed' and `destiny' had
leaped, rather than crept into their many conversations, and she felt
it to be true. They couldn't avoid being together, at least briefly.
There was no sense of needing to be hasty in their actions, just a
feeling of fate needing to be yielded to.

	They were intrigued by each other in ways neither had
experienced in a long time. Their conversations were sprinkled with
puns and innuendos and much laughter. He frequently accused her of
littering his office floor with innuendos which she countered by
saying the cleaning staff should take care of them adequately.

	There was both a level of comfort and the excitement of the
unknown which surrounded them today. They had slept together only once
in a somewhat sterile hotel room, the previous night. But the
experience was totally fulfilling for each of them. They had performed
as lovers but also played in bed like puppies; exploring and
frolicking joyfully.

	She stretched in the passenger seat with a cat-like abandon
and he again admired the curve of her breast as it pushed the knit top
to new contours. Even dressed in jeans and hiking boots she had a
stately quality mixed with the enthusiasm of a child. What an enigma
she was!

	And had he been able to read her thoughts he would have
realized she felt much the same way about him. Watching his hands on
the steering wheel she reflected back to the pleasurable way he had
touched her body and memorized the feel of her skin. Looking at his
neatly trimmed beard reminded her of the way it tickled her thighs as
he kissed his way up her legs and beyond. He had certainly mastered
her quickly, knowing just where and when to apply butterfly kisses to
increase her already elevated level of desire for him.

	Their sexual union began under the guise of being a backrub of
course. How often is that technique used the world over? But it was a
pretense they were content to play out.

	Their choice to be together today was also a ruse. Each
acknowledged it was a spontaneous decision. But that didn't explain
why he'd packed the appropriately needed items before leaving his home
in Massachusetts, nor why she's carefully purchased these new hiking
boots the week before. Despite the bantering and chiding about his
trip neither wanted to act as though they were taking anything for
granted, for in fact neither of them was.

	He detoured from the main road at Carmel to venture down 17
Mile Drive. After paying the required $5. entry fee he chose the most
direct route to the lone cypress. He wanted to take photos of her
standing in front of `her' ocean.

	The song `My Girl' was playing on the 60's station they were
listening to and he laughed aloud as she mockingly tried to do the
Temptation Walk while strapped in by her safety belt. She loved to
make him laugh. The deep masculine hearty sounds of his joy warmed her
deep inside. In fact there was as yet, no side to this multi-faceted
man that she didn't enjoy.

	He worried that his incessant questioning would drive her
batty but so far that had not proven to be the case. She rather
appreciated his seemingly sincere interest in exploring the highways
of her mind, as he so eloquently phrased it.

	She uselessly smoothed her hair in preparation for the photo
session, since the wind would move it around as it desired. As they
parked and determined the best area for a backdrop he leaned over and
kissed her forehead, saying only, "Thank you."

	"For what?"

	"For being you. For sharing this week-end with me."

	She raised her head and kissed him fully on the lips before
responding. "Thank you, my sweets, for asking me." And her smile
showed how much she meant that simple comment.

	She posed self-consciously as he began to click the shutter.
He made several inane comments and made her laugh, until finally she
was relaxed enough to be herself and let him get several shots he
hoped would reflect the real Moonlite.

	They returned to the car and reached for each other
simultaneously. Holding each other close and kissing deeply for
several minutes. He finally forced himself to break the embrace and
announced, "If we continue this any longer I'll be forced to take you
here, in this car, in broad daylight and we'll end up in jail, my
sweets. So rather than face that fate what say we get going and find a
remote area where we can begin again and see what develops in
privacy?"

	Assuming this was a rhetorical question he started the engine
and did just that. The map indicated a hiking trail that was within
her experience level and leading to a small camping area.

	The view they expected was nothing compared to what they
actually saw. Breathtaking was an understatement. The volumes of
water crashing mightily against the blunt outcropping of rocks was
spectacular. It was a natural force exuding power, and was visual
proof of the divine right of nature to produce more beauty, repeated
every thirty seconds, than mankind has managed in several centuries.

	They stood quietly arm in arm and absorbed the sight, each
lost in a silent prayer to the deity they believed in, for allowing
them to see and share this magnificent display.

	Perhaps it seems sacrilegious to say there was a sensual
feeling in the air as they beheld the majesty of Big Sur, but that
would have been her choice of words. The sea and the cliffs were in
fact doing a ritualistic mating dance of sorts.

	He must have been caught up in a similar notion, for he
quickly helped her remove the harness that strapped her backpack to
her body and dropped his own as well. He reached for her again and she
pressed her body against his. They kissed again, as hungry lovers who
have been separated for far too long might. Without words he pulled
himself away and began to unpack and set up the campsite. She followed
his lead and helped spread out the small lightweight tent. The bright
orange color seemed a ludicrous attempt to improve on the surrounding
earth tones. But they would make do with this borrowed equipment and
not complain.

	As soon as the preparations were completed he took her hand
and pulled her rather unceremoniously inside. Both being on their
knees allowed them to continue the physical explorations that had been
interrupted earlier in favor of protected privacy.

	His hands ran from her shoulders down her back to clasp her
under her buttocks and cause a small moan. She pressed her fingers
against his back and felt his erection press into her, further
increasing her desire.

	Sliding his hands upward he lifted her top and with her help
removed it entirely. Quickly his lips moved to kiss the tops of her
breasts as he unfastened her bra. Freeing her breasts freed something
else as well, for suddenly she was lifting his shirt and unbuckling
his belt also. In a flurry of movement they managed to totally undress
each other and lie down. His fingers sought her moistness and he was
not disappointed. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

	His fingers traveled deeper causing her to squirm and make
pleasing sounds. She stroked his hard cock and could almost feel it
enter her as her fingers moved over it.

	Without words or warning he moved between her legs and pressed
into her slowly at first. She urged him on and he filled her
completely before pausing to let her body adjust to the intrusion of
his cock.

	She lifted her legs to cross them around his back and give him
total accessibly to her and them pressed toward him even further.
Their movements were probably more akin to sex starved rabbits than
the gentle lovers they intended to be but their needs were a
preclusion to grace at this point. And those needs were equal for each
of them.

	His thrusts took him beyond the point of control quickly, but
still she had beaten him to the first release of ecstasy. They panted
almost in unison as her second orgasm arrived to meet his first.

	He lowered himself beside her, their legs intertwined and
cuddled her close. It was almost a gesture of protection. Her head
rested against his chest, and his cheek was balanced against the top
of her head. They were at peace now. But it was destined to be a
short lived peace at best. The fight to pleasure the other was soon to
begin, but that's recounted in part two. For now let your imagination
give you the sights and sounds of the ocean breaking as they and you
rest for a bit!

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Big Sur (MF, rom) [2/3]
Date: 4 Nov 1996 14:51:45 GMT

			       Big Sur
				  by
			       Moonlite
			       Part Two

	Their physical needs, having been temporarily sated, they
cuddled and talked softly. Most of his knowledge of her consisted of
what she had written both with him and alone and the scattered
conversations they had shared. He often asked her questions about
specific articles or events. "What would a perfect day be like for
you?" Or, "What would the perfect evening include?" She would answer
truthfully, change the subject and then ask him similar questions. It
was part of the cerebral bantering they had become comfortable with in
the short time they had known one another.

	Even after all the teasing about what they wanted to do to
each other, all kidding aside, they hadn't been prepared for the
intensity of actually sharing such close quarters. There was an almost
mystical quality sharing the air in that tent. He felt as though he
was corded to her being in some primeval way. But the perception was
not at all disturbing. He was soothed by her presence, knowing she
wanted to be here as well.

	She was lost in his arms for the moment and unaware of his
introspection. That isn't as oxymoronic as it may sound, for his
holding her close let her mind drift to other places. There was a
sense of belonging together about them now, although both understood
there were limits to the tranquility they shared.

	He broke his reverie when he realized he was getting very
excited again. Whether it was touching her, as he was, or thinking of
the sexy things she's said to him on the phone he wasn't sure and
didn't care to analyze. All he knew was he wanted to make her happy
and show his genuine affection for her,

	It was almost as if she was reading his mind, which he
occasionally swore she was capable of doing, for at that moment she
reached down to lovingly cradle his balls in her hand. She touched
each gently and played her fingers over his sac lightly. Lifting her
head she moved up to kiss him warmly. He returned her feelings and
stroked her back. Their kisses were not the intense kind they had
exchanged earlier, these were affectionate and slow, and almost
delicate.

	His erection was now full blown and pressed near her pussy.
How easy it would be to lift her up and on to him. To press deeply
into her and give her a royal fucking. But that's not the way he
wanted to treat her. He didn't want to fuck this woman, at least not
this time. This time he would make love to her, show her with all the
skills he possessed how his passion was raging to take her to the
summit and back.

	He moved his lower body a small distance from hers to give him
some maneuverability. His lips began to trace light kisses from her
chin to her neck, from her neck to the hollow of her throat where he
dawdled. Soon his path moved toward the space between her creamy
breasts and he felt as well as heard her take in a deep breath,
exhaling very slowly.

	As he moved to kiss each nipple and suck languidly on each
breast she continued to minister to his balls. Not wishing to be
aroused beyond control he straightened his lower body out and away
from her reach. This caused her to grunt, "uuunnn."

	He whispered softly, "Later, my love. For now it's my turn to
love you."

	Either his words or his resumed kisses assuaged her temporary
distress and she all but purred as he moved his lips to her abdomen.
Being very ticklish, she squirmed as he softly kissed her tummy and he
assisted her by using slightly more pressure than before. Feeling the
gentle flick of his tongue caused her legs to part and one knee to
flex.

	As he proceeded to kiss down her body he could smell her
desire for his attentions and knew this was going to be a trip to
remember in many ways. She lay very still except for involuntary
movements as he kissed and licked exceedingly slowly toward the
junction of her sex.

	Her hands sought his shoulders and kneaded them lightly in
response to his kisses. There was no pressure in her fingertips to
speak of, just a need to touch him. She both loved the way he was
going so slowly and wanted him to get to the point quickly. He was
driving her mad with desire to be kissed, eaten, licked, sucked and
taken by his tongue.

	Just as she was about to scream he reached her now inflamed
clit and quickly gave her a dose of relief. He planned to take her up
and down the scale many times leading to a massive crescendo before he
finished.

	He played with her clit like Fox plays a Bach fugue, the
subtle harmony of his lips and tongue working in concert drove her
over the brink again and again. Her slit was teaming with her juices
and still he continued. He made love to her clit until she begged him
to stop and then he moved his tongue to her opening and worked his
magic there, giving her wave after wave of pleasure.

	Watching her body writhe in expended passion was a great
source of pleasure for him as well. He was, as many very caring men
are, an accomplished lover who was never satisfied that he fit that
description. Now that he had her flowing like a river he was pleased
and would have smiled outwardly had not his mouth been otherwise
occupied.

	He was tempted to push her further but knew she'd be
uncomfortable emotionally after he revived her. He didn't want to take
away the suggestion that she maintained some control of her body even
thought he knew it was now, at this very moment, within his power to
take away her very breath that kept her conscious. Knowing he hadn't
yet earned the trust required to continue, he slowed his movements and
brought her down with one last flick of his tongue for good measure.

	His beard had beadlets of her clinging tightly to it. Knowing
her needs had been met to the satisfaction of all parties concerned,
he climbed back up to lay beside her and hold her close again. He felt
the rise and fall of her still heaving chest as he kissed her softly
on the cheek and whispered, "My lovely Moonlite, thank you for being
here, for letting me love you."

	She was without her normal quick wit and merely murmured, "Oh
God. You're very welcome!" before she nuzzled against him and drifted
off to sleep.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Subject: Big Sur (MF, rom) [3/3]
Date: 12 Jun 1997 00:00:00 GMT
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

			       Big Sur
			      Part Three
				  by
			       Moonlite

	Her sleep didn't last long and she had no dreams to speak of.
But her joy at waking, still clutched tightly in his arms, was
immediately visible on her face. She looked into his deep brown eyes
and gave him an impish grin. "Limited experience, my ass!"

	His look said he was pleased both with himself and with her
enjoyment and comment. "Perhaps I was compelled beyond my own limited
abilities, my sweets," he muttered with false modesty.

	She nuzzled her head against his shoulder and breathed deeply.
Her body alone told him she hadn't felt like this in a long, long
time. Even if they had been forced to leave immediately, he would have
been happy for having pleased her so well, making himself feel very
good indeed. He was always happiest when he knew his partner had
reached total fulfillment, but this was even more than the usual
satisfaction he felt, this was well, almost elation.

	She watched his features as he reflected on the past couple of
hours and loved the secret smile that curved his lips. But she wanted
more now. She wanted to make all of him smile in just that way. Her
hands slowly drifted across his muscled back and toyed with him. He'd
become many things in her mind over the past months but now he was
real, absolutely real and in her arms.

	The stories they had written to and with each other were
exercises in pleasure, but didn't begin to compare to the genuine
experience of being here together.

	She wanted to touch every part of his body as she had already
touched his soul with her words, her laughter and her unbridled
passion. She'd had many experiences with more men than she cared to
remember, much less admit, but there had been very few times in her
life that she had so wanted to make one feel every nerve- ending light
up simultaneously. She wanted to give him a day at Disneyland, a walk
on the Moon and the Taj Mahal all rolled into one indescribable
experience.

	And without words or warning she set forth on her quest...

	Her hands were like magnets drawn to his skin, as she lightly
moved then across his broad shoulders and his back. When she drew a
single fingernail up his side from his flank to his rib cage his body
twitched as she hit on a particularly sensitive area. Moving back to
that exact spot she traced the outline of a ship on it, making him
moan softly. The symbolism was not lost on him as this trip actually
began on a Pirate ship, in Missouri of all places. Don't let that
confuse you, just trust that it is true.

	No longer content with letting her fingers alone enjoy this
man's body she kissed his neck with small soft kisses. Tenderly she
moved her lips down to his collarbone and kissed him there as well.
She intended to know every nook and cranny of his body before she was
done kissing him.

	Her tongue darted against his nipple and he flinched a tiny
bit as the tingling sensations took over. She suckled on his breast as
a tiny, hungry, infant might and moved her hands to his hips, rubbing
small circles on them. The circles moved closer to his groin but not
close enough to touch him there, only teasing him with their proximity
to his erection.

	His heart was beating firmly as she could hear well. His
breathing was steady and regular. She intended to change all that, but
in good time she thought to herself.

	Kissing his chest now and using a little more pressure she
played with the side where his hip led to his ass. She wanted to take
his ass in her hands but didn't want to neglect any area on the way to
her pleasure. His skin was cool and smooth and felt nice to her touch.
Her kisses trailed down to his bellybutton and she explored it gently
with her tongue. Another slight tremor shook his frame.

	The issue of control would never have crossed either of their
minds, but the power had certainly shifted to her now. And she used it
well. Her lips moved south on his body toward the thicket of curly
hair that guarded his rod. Using her hands she guided him to lie on
his back with his legs parted, and she knelt straddling one of his
legs. When she pressed herself against him he could readily feel her
labia resting on his leg.

	A gentle finger reached under his scrotum to trace the
sensitive line of flesh there causing him to arch his back. Her lips
moved to kiss his balls as she traced her fingertip again. Lying still
was becoming increasingly difficult for him but he knew that was his
part in this lovers one act drama.

	She carefully used her hand to lift one ball between her lips
and she licked it ceremoniously. Her tongue then cradled it in her
mouth and she felt the unusual weight and texture of it. She loved
paying homage to the source of his manhood and spent several minutes
loving him in this fashion, with first the one and then the other. He
thoroughly enjoyed this but was getting increasingly agitated and
needed her to minister to his throbbing staff as well.

	Ever so slowly she licked and kissed her way up to the base of
his pulsating prick and licked him there as well. Her tongue was
strong and moved from the very bottom up the underside washing his
glans in pleasure. Stopping briefly to trace the tip she felt his
initial moisture and quickly sucked it up. No longer able to keep his
hands still he ran his fingers through her soft, shiny hair, careful
to apply no pressure to her head.

	She made her mouth and lips dance with the head of his cock
and they started with a tango but soon strayed to a waltz. Lowering
her attentions as well as her lips, she took more of him into her
mouth and holding him still let the slightest edge of her lower teeth
rub against him as she pulled back. He twitched again and wanted to
press her head lower and take his pleasure but controlled himself
through sheer will.

	Finally she began the earnest sucking and in and out motions
that brings a feeling no other can match. Her velvety mouth drew him
in as her cheeks caved in to cradle him. The soft suction was pulling
him deeper while she moved forward. But the true intensity increased
even more as she pulled him from her mouth. Up and down, faster now
she sought to pull the juices from his body and feel him explode in
ecstasy. The rhythm was matched only by his breathing which was short
and almost raspy now.

	All his nerves seemed to be centered in his cock as he honed
in on the feelings she was inspiring there. In and out, sucking harder
she moved her body firmly against him and pressed her opening on his
leg. Totally concentrated on pleasing her lover she was unaware that
she was indeed damp again and could have mounted him immediately with
no pain. But she wanted to taste his seed and feel his lust fill her
mouth.

	More suction, until he knew he was about to cave into it and
let the explosions in his head match the one in his cock. All of his
senses seemed involved in this action. His muscles tightened up as he
prepared to release into her wanting, waiting mouth. He not longer had
any will to resist and felt the magic of his eruption. Her mouth and
throat were filled with his cum and she swallowed quickly but still
wasn't able to keep it all in her lips. His ignition switch had been
pressed and he shot even more into her. When all was done for him she
licked him again and let him subside in her warm hands as she again
took her place in his arms.

	Just as they had started earlier they were nestled close but
it was his turn to fight for full breath. Her arms held him tightly to
her breast as he slowly regained control of his voluntary movements.

	"Oh, baby... " was all he whispered.

	"I wanted to please you," she replied.

	"And that you certainly did."

	Knowing it was true she was now content to let him rest in her
arms and picture in her mind the rest of the week-end still waiting
for them to enjoy.