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Love on the Rug

It’s been a long journey but we’re here at last in the bijou cosiness of a quaint country cottage. Why we’re here and how we got here doesn’t matter but we were really lucky to find that little diner on the way and now all we want to do is relax and unwind.

It’s early autumn and the sun lights up the golden leaves on the trees outside as it slowly sets in the western sky.

It isn’t especially cold right now but there’s a basket of logs by the inglenook fireplace and plenty of kindling so we agree that whilst you go upstairs to shower and change, I’ll set the fire and pour some drinks.

It takes no time at all before there’s a good blaze building in the grate and once a couple of small logs are added, the fire begins to rage sending it’s warmth and glow into the tiny room.

A flick of the light switch adds a soft light over the surroundings and gives me the opportunity to survey the scene. It’s clearly a very old building, probably 16th century with a low ceiling, weathered oak beams and uneven walls decorated with various prints of country scenes. It’s sparsely furnished with what appears to be an old pinewood school desk for a table and 4 sturdy wooden chairs that don’t match. Facing the fireplace is a gorgeous antique leather chesterfield with a deeply buttoned back and arms.

The distressed seat cushions convey the years of comfort they’ve given to the innumerable people that have used them and beside the sofa is simple side table with an elegant lamp. Spread out in front of the fireplace is a huge luxurious white fur rug.

I can hear you moving upstairs so I kick off my shoes, peel off my socks and fill two tall cold glasses with a generous slug of Bacardi adding Diet Coke and several chunks of ice with slices of lemon and lime.

No sooner have I set them on the side table than I hear your footsteps descending the narrow wooden staircase. I sit down on the sofa and press the remote device to kick the TV into life. There’s nothing particular on but it’s okay as background.

Suddenly you’re standing in front of me with your hands on your hips and your beautiful slender legs slightly apart. We didn’t bring much with us, just enough for an overnight stay but you’ve found my favourite red shirt and remembered to bring your red shoes.

I pick up our drinks and you sit beside me. We look into each other’s eyes as we each take a sip before placing the glasses back on the table.

I put my arm around you and we glance towards the TV. There’s nothing of interest and you give a little sigh as you rest your head on my shoulder. Just that tiny action triggers a wonderful chain of events that are neither planned nor expected but in that instant, we turn our heads towards each other and our lips meet in a long, lingering kiss.

We embrace where we sit and our kissing becomes passionate and enthusiastic. I love the feel of your tongue in my mouth, probing, exploring and I try to entwine my tongue with yours.

Instinctively my hand frees a couple of buttons on your shirt and found its way onto your chest just above your breast. We kiss lovingly and there’s no resistance as I stroke your soft flesh. I detect the subtle scent of baby oil and love the silky softness of your skin as I gently squeeze your breast and stroke your long firm nipple.

You move away and kneel astride me on the sofa undoing the remaining buttons on your shirt and pulling it open to reveal your perfect breasts and shapely naked torso. Your dark hair tumbles around your shoulders and I reach for your breasts with both hands squeezing them gently. You sweep your hair back with your forearms and clasp your hands together behind your head to signal your desire for more caresses and I sense your hips gyrating slightly as you detect the swelling in my groin.

You tell me that the texture of my denim feels nice against your nakedness and I can’t resist closing my lips over your nipples and sucking them hard.

Then you look at me and dismount so that you can recline on the sofa with your legs apart allowing me see every tantalising aspect of your lovely femininity. The suntan you acquired over the summer months hasn’t faded and there are no white marks at all just the tiny triangle of neatly trimmed hair that beautifully frames your intimate zone.

The expression on your face and the little tap, tap, tap that you give your pussy with your hand beckons me to kneel before you.

I’m between your legs now and take off one of your red shoes. You look at me quizzically then wriggle on the sofa as I lick the sole of your foot and suck your toes. And then the other foot. It’s seems almost unbearable for you and makes you squeal but as things settle down I start to run my tongue up the inside of your leg, round the back of your knee and upwards.

As I lick the soft flesh of your inner thigh I start to detect your wonderful feminine scent and I enjoy running my tongue over the soft flesh either side of your womanhood then over your tummy and into your navel.

You’re reclining now with your legs wide open and your forearm rests across your eyes as my tongue begins to explore the soft fleshy folds of your labia. As I connect with your clitoris you twitch slightly and give a soft feminine gasp which becomes a moan of pleasure as my tongue starts to caress the moist entrance to your delicious vagina.

With every subtle movement I sense that you are getting closer to orgasm so I decide to just lick you, kiss you and suck you until you cum.

The taste is heavenly and I gradually sense that the moment is close. With no announcement or obvious sign, your legs begin to tremble, your torso twitches and you suddenly jolt as though you’re being electrocuted. You just gasp rather than make any other kind of sound but I can tell that your climax is intense and satisfying.

It gradually subsides but I carry on licking you and you do nothing to stop me. Almost as soon as your first orgasm ends a new one starts to build and you cum again with equal intensity.

I can’t resist the delicious flavour of your wet vagina and as another spasm engulfs you it becomes clear that something really special is happening. Almost every time my tongue touches your clitoris, you experience another orgasm.

I think we’re into double figures before you decide that it’s time for you to pleasure me.

You slip out of the red shirt and stand naked before me. The vision of your sublime body excites me and as I start to unbutton my shirt you kiss me hard and reach for the bulge in my groin. I take my shirt off and you’re unbuckling my belt. Still your tongue is buried in my mouth and you leave it to me to step out of my jeans as you massage the stiff mass that’s struggling to escape from my briefs.

Kneeling on the rug in front of me you kiss the bulge and then pull the waistband over my erection and drag my briefs down.

I lean backwards against the arm of the chesterfield and you put your hands on my thighs either side of my engorged manhood.

You look up at me and I smile as you take my stiff penis in your right hand and gently squeeze my balls with your left.

As you tenderly stroke me we both notice a small droplet of clear liquid ooze from the tiny duct at the tip and with a slow sensual sweep of your tongue, it’s gone.

Watching your tongue and lips caressing the sensitive tip of my cock sends tingles down my spine and as I see inch after inch disappear into your mouth a feeling of ecstasy washes over me. The vision of you sucking my erection is so sensuous and is the perfect prelude to the ultimate consummation of our love.

You withdraw and lay on your back on the rug with your knees up and your legs wide open. We can both feel the warmth of the blazing log fire as I lay on top of you. Your arms are above your head and as I press my skin against your skin I clasp your hands and we kiss tenderly. Then I feel your hand reaching down and gently squeeze my balls before guiding me into your warm wet vagina.

We whisper each other’s names and you moan softly as every inch is consumed deep within your willing body. There’s hardly any pause before I tenderly start to fuck you with long slow deep strokes. We tell each other how good it feels and you urge me to increase the tempo. You wrap your slender legs around me and I can feel your fingernails raking my back as I lower myself down and press my chest against your heavenly breasts.

We kiss passionately as we thrust rhythmically and grind our pelvises together then I feel you nibbling my earlobe before plunging your tongue deep into my ear. It sends shivers down my spine but just adds to my stimulation and when you whisper softly that you want me to make you cum again I summon up all the control I can.

I slow the pace right down almost to a stop but gently start to pick it up again making sure that with every stroke I connect with your clitoris.

I could use my hand but I don’t want to. I just want to use my penis and my pelvis to stimulate you to an orgasm and as the tempo quickens I sense that we are in perfect harmony. Your legs tighten around me, you’re making lovely feminine grunting noises with every thrust and you’re fingernails start to bury themselves into my back. With every stroke I feel your abdominal muscles squeezing harder as you tighten your grip on my throbbing manhood.

We both know that you’re cumming now and I’m in ecstasy when you suddenly gasp and I sense every fibre of your body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure ripples violently through your body.

It seems like ages before your orgasm subsides and then, as if the movement had been rehearsed a hundred times we disconnect from each other and I lay on my back on the luxurious rug.

Instantly you’re astride me and I feel you stroking my shaft sensuously before you slide the tip of my cock back inside yourself and sink down onto it slowly until you have devoured it completely.

I love the feeling of your hands on my chest as you rock back and forth and I love it when you tell me that you can feel me pressing against your womb right at the very top of your succulent vagina.

Without pausing you lean forward and can just reach your drink. As you take a few sips you smile at me and tell me that enjoying a Bacardi and Coke whilst sitting astride me is something you’ve always wanted to do.

You replace the glass and continue to make love to me then in an instant, you get off me and press yourself up against the seat of the chesterfield.

You lay your chest on the seat cushion and turn your head to one side with your arms spread wide. I am presented with the vision of your delectable rear pointing slightly upward with your legs spread invitingly apart. A little wiggle of your bum is all the body language necessary and I crawl up behind you pressing myself against you.

I rest my chest on your back and let my stiff manhood nestle between your cheeks.

I reach forward and sweep away your hair to expose the nape of your neck, which I gently stroke and massage with my hands. I slowly run my fingers down your spine and kiss the top of your valley before using my tongue to explore every delicious feature. I love licking the intimate parts that I discover and you seem to enjoy it too. I stroke my penis a couple of times and slip it into your vagina an inch or two just to tease you.

Your moisture makes it glisten in the soft light and I press the tip tentatively against your lovely little rosebud. You push back against me as if to encourage me and I know that you won’t mind if I enter you there but I decide that’s for another time so I place my hands on your flawless cheeks and watch my shaft disappear deep into your delicious vagina.

We begin to fuck energetically and we both know that my climax is imminent.

I’m so close now but you’re so sensitive to what’s happening to me that with just a second or two before I can’t hold back any more you disconnect from me and spin around and close your lips around the extreme tip of my penis. Just two or three expert strokes and the sensation of my warm creamy fluid flowing out of me and into you is indescribable. I gasp your name softly and can feel every pulse filling your mouth and It’s almost agony as you suck every last precious droplet from me.

When the throbbing subsides you swallow it all and proudly tell me that you didn’t waste a single drop.

If there is such a thing as an anti-climax we weren’t aware of it as we snuggled our naked bodies up to each other on the fur rug in front of the raging log fire savouring our drinks and relaxing after our spontaneous, sensuous and beautiful lovemaking.

It was the distinctive music of a song thrush that first roused me from my slumber that morning and as my eyes flickered open, I glanced out of the window to see the fluffy white clouds and high flying jetplanes scudding across the blue sky.

Above me the polished knotty pine ceiling of my cabin made me realise that I’d just had the most amazing dream.

I had a wonderful warm feeling and reflected that everything about my dream was so vivid that it could easily have been real and for me, it was.

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