Nine

Chapter 4

I watch you pant as you lay sprawled out on the little RV couch. My eyes scan over your body, your languor evident in the limpness of your arms and the glazed expression in your eyes. If this day is to continue I know I need to give you a boost, a slight moment or two to rest. Leaving you be I move to the area that passes as a kitchenette in this moving house made of tin. I grin as I peer into the small refrigerator. Ahh yes all the things needed for a dark sex night are chilling, ready to be imbibed or simply used in a work of art.

Standing straight I flip open my phone and make a quick call to a nearby friend. Within moments I glance outside and see a car pull up. Stepping to the drivers window I settle the keys to your car in their hand, a whispered “We’ll pick up it in a day or so” offered to the body connected to the hand now holding the keys.

Settling myself into the drivers seat I start the engine and pull off. For what I want to do next we need a bit more privacy I think, a little more wild maybe.

I drive for what seems forever, my glances often finding you in the rear view mirror. You’ve curled up on that couch dead to the world. An evil thought comes to me and I pull the large vehicle onto the side of the road. Standing I move towards you, stealth in every single action. After four orgasms you’ll be sleeping the sleep of the exhausted and what I want to do will be easy.

A few minutes later I’m back in the driver’s set hurtling down the highway, a little Clapton on the CD player and my voice singing along merrily. Playing abductor has just become a bit more fun, even if I do say so myself. Less than a half hour later I’m pulling the RV into an fondly remembered area, just a place outside of Woodbridge that all the local teens used to frequent. The road wasn’t paved, but at the end of it was a beautiful lake, that during the summers in my youth was the best swimming around. In these days of pools at home it had become, well a thing of bygone days, but perfect for what I wanted.

After parking and braking I step from the RV a moment and scan the area. Yep, just like I thought, abandoned. On my scan however I see the old canoe, still attached to the small pier. Walking over I check it out and when I see that its still water worthy I begin to grin. Perfect.

Hurrying back to you I quickly strip out of my clothes, scoop a still sleeping you into my arms. Stopping a moment, I chuckle and reach up for the blanket on the back of the couch. Mustn’t hurt that pretty back of yours. Stepping outside I drag in a lung full of fresh forest air and can’t help the joyous smile. Fuck I love the outdoors, factor in a naked you, sunshine and a little under the sun sex and you have a happy man.

Kneeling by the canoe, I toss the blanket towards the front then settle you into the bottom. Stepping into our little passion boat I reach for the oars and begin to row. Reaching the middle of the lake I settle the oars back into the slots and lean forward, my large tan hands such a contradiction to the milky pale of your thighs. God you’re just too fucking perfect. With a gentle slip of the palm I quickly settle one knee over each side of the canoe, opening you to the sun, wind and sky, your feet trailing along in the cool water. I almost chuckle as the shiver starts before I do.

I move to my knees, a wicked gleam in my eyes as you awaken to the fact that you are, not only stark bare naked, but you are spread like a feast before me, in the open air. Your stutters and squeaks make it all worth while as I lean forward, shouldering into that nexus of nerves. Flattening my tongue I take a swipe and let the flavor of you settle me.

The pure brazenness of being on display, of having me where I am in the open has heightened your awareness, and when my long fingers delve into your heat you start to beg. You want more, I know you do, but its not time for that. All about control baby, and when I finally let go of that you’ll know you’ve been thoroughly fucked. Trust me. Besides baby, this is my favorite snack, and I ain’t about to stop til I get what I want.


My fingers curve inward on the next plunge within, just as my lips settle around your little nub. You arch against me, simply driving my fingers deeper. That’s right baby, help me out. The shrill of the birds, the lapping of the water all just enhance the sensation, the glide and friction of my hands,lips and teeth and before you know it I feel you tensing beneath my lips as your moment comes. I love the sound of my name on your lips in that moment, long and slow you drawl it out as your hands reach for my hair. I don’t stop, I can’t I have to chase and capture every drop of the honey you’ve given me, and once that’s done I lean back and pull you up, groaning as your breasts press into my chest. “that’s five,” I say as I wrap you in my arms and slowly tilt the canoe.

Its time for a little clean fun, Sambora style.

Richie leaned back and quickly read over what he typed. Oh yeah darlin, if that don’t get ya, nothing will.