Rose Noire firstname.lastname@example.org www.richards-realm.com/rosenoire/amore3/amore3.htm Copyright 1997
After their brief stop at the mini mart, Tanja and Matt continued on through to Sandia. About 15 minutes from Karl’s Kitchen Tanja spotted an old abandoned shack sitting about a quarter mile from the road.
“Stop!” She said loudly. “I want to take a few pictures for my photography project.”
By the time Matt had pulled over and turned off the truck, they had another half mile hike back to the point where she’d spotted the shack.
She grabbed a bottle of water from one of the packs and a jacket in case she had to kneel to get her shots and headed towards the deserted building. As she approached it became apparent it’d been unused for at least ten years. With Matt close behind her, she circled around the shack slowly hoping to find a way in. She walked about 100 feet back from the shack and began to snap pictures. Matt stood around then eventually became interested in a path that led further from the road and away from the shack.
“Hey, Tanja, over here!”
Tanja stopped taking pictures at the sound of Matt’s voice and then headed towards where the voice had come from. Up here, so much higher in the mountains, the trees grew taller and the air was thinner. Quickly the shack and the road were obscured by the trees. She came upon Matt sitting on the remains of a wooden fence in front of what appeared to be a smoke house of some sort.
“What did you find?” She said as she strode up to stand in front of him.
He put his hands over her shoulders and smiled his very beguiling smile at her.
“Another building for you to photograph.” He slid his hands between her thighs. The stickiness of her flesh only emphasized the contrast in temperature from that in the truck and there in the woods. She dropped her jacket to the ground and allowed the camera strap to fall from around her wrist.
“Hmm, I guess we do have some unfinished business, now don’t we? I wondered how long you could wait until we resumed our earlier discussion.” Her full moist lips sealed themselves to his mouth and her tongue started an exploration of its own.
“Guess, what else? Theres a way into the smoke house.” Matt pulled her by the hand towards a door in the rear. The boards had long since fallen to the ground and the opening was clear of glass. He helped her through the opening then squeezed through himself.
The dust inside was thickest around the window and further away into the shadows there was little dust. Along the far wall there was low counter of sorts which proved to be surprisingly sturdy when the walked over towards it.
He’d barely lifted her to sit atop the counter when his mouth sought hers hungrily. Her nails clawed his shirt up and her thumb nails stroked his nipples roughly. His hands worked independently of one another. One stroked her breasts roughly through her top and the other rubbed between her thights and the seam of the crotch of her pants. Gradually one of her hands sought the stiffness in his pants and rubbed emphatically along the zipper.
Without skipping a beat he had her shorts undone and halfway down before she scooted down from the counter top. She stepped out of them and he placed them on the counter then lifter her back up. Gently he pushed her legs wide and his tongue sought her snatch. The moist, musky scent spurred him on in his quest. While his tongue played enthusiastically with her clit his hands gripped her breasts. She raised her top so flesh could meet flesh. She leaned back and allowed his activities to rouse the tides of her passions. Her thighs clamped together as the waves crashed against the shores.
After a moment he spread her legs wide again and announced his intentions to enter her. He thrust gently and slid up to his balls into her depths. Her cum was so warm and slick, it was like a piston sliding in a well-oiled engine. The pressure which had been building since they’d left the convenience store was heightened by her orgasm. He thrust and slid in and out and it felt so good he didn’t want it to end, but he wanted to reach that inevitable explosion. Her tongue was busy too, on his mouth, down his neck, rimming his ears. The saltiness of his persperation was enhanced by the manly scent which exuded from his body while he worked himself to orgasm. Her hands toyed with his nipples and her legs spread wider to gain every centimeter of his stanchion. He slammed home for the final countdown to have her slide away from him and jump down from the counter top. He groaned.
“No, I’m not up to my old tricks. Lean against the counter.” She grabbed her shorts fromt her recent perch and laid them on the floor in front of him. With a twinkle in her eye, she knelt before him. One hand grabbed his dick and one reached in between her legs. She sucked him ‘til her spurted a wad of hot, gooey cum into her thirsty mouth. With cream dribbling down her mouth, she rocked back on her knees and fingered herself to another orgasm while he watched her through half-closed eyes.