CherryRaySue GTABA (cont)
She pulled off her tunic and boots to reveal her string bikini that she had bought on sale at Walmart. Stepping under the stream of water was like being reborn. She felt alive and free. Her hands moved over her body, feeling its firmness (Mama had believed strongly in Jane Fonda), and its soft curves. Her hand wandered to her breast. How long had it been since she’d had a man? A real man-like Roy, not like Bubba or that Denemir. Too long, she thought, and felt the wetness between her thighs well up. Her nipples hardened under the cool water and she let the water take her mind as she rubbed and teased her blossom of womanhood.
The man watched as she played with herself in the cascade, his face grim. The warmth of the day had made him shed his leather waistcoat and puffy shirt. An inviting picture she was, yes, but this was the Forbidden Pool. Cole was the stranger’s name and he was just passing through Gondor to parts unknown. He needed to go see a man about a dog, but that would now have to wait. This girl needed handling and he knew how to do it. If Faramir ever found out that she had visited here, she was dead meat on a stick.
After her plunge through the waterfall, Cherry RaySue looked down to see her string bikin top around her hips and her nipples shimmering in the rainbow mist of Mt Kolunluna. Cole narrowed his gaze at the sight and moved toward her, the sunlight gleaming on his torso. She moved more into the sun to dry off and relax.
The trip, the walk and her orgasm had tuckered her plumb out. Her dozy thoughts turned to that tall, dark and handsome stranger in the corridor. If only he and I would meet she thought, I bet he knows his way around a woman’s body. She slept.
A shadow fell on her face and she awoke. A man-the man!-stood over her and her with not so much as a stitch on. She smiled (Mama had taught her girl manners) and met his gaze.
“Get up.” He said, curtly. Her expression fell. Slowly she rose to her feet, her Titian curls dry now from the sun. Shaking the hair away from her face, she said, “I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced. I’m CherryRaySue of Fayetteville.” She extended her hand. “And you are?”
“Cole’s the name, m’am.” He let his eyes wander up and down her body. He noted she’d had her appendix out at some point.
CherryRaySue stiffened. “Don’t you ‘m’am’ me; it’s miss.”
“Well, Miss, what’s nice girl like you doing in a place that guarantees you death?”
“Oh, that. Well, I was hot and tired and thirsty. The water is here and free.” She shrugged. “I don’t believe all that death stuff anyways. This is one weird place, but it can’t be that weird. ‘Sides, Buffy always gets out of stuff like this all the time.”
Cole grabbed her by the shoulders. “Listen to me. We have to get you out of here.”
Her shoulders were warm and soft to touch; her skin smooth and supple. Cole became distracted by her dove gray eyes gazing at him in admiration and scorn. He slid his hands down her arms and captured her waist, pulling her to him. She caught her breath. The taste of her lips was like fine wine on a summer day. His mouth hardened, as did other parts of him and he slid his tongue into her oral cavity.
She melted into his arms, reveling in his firm and rippling muscles. She was trapped in his arms, but it was a prison she welcomed. His hot mouth moved down her neck, creating a trail of sensuous desire. Her legs were weak. She gasped, “Cole, O Cole! Take me here and now! I want you more than I’ve wanted any other man!”
She pulled his head down to her glistening alabaster orbs, nipples shimmering in the sun. He ran his tongue greedily over the spheres, moaning her name. Pressed up against him, she could feel the turgescence of his manhood. Slowly, they slipped down onto the stone slab. CherryRaySue grabbed his breeches and slid her hand inside. His cock was alive, a throbbing turret of churning tumescence, it broke free of his breeches and shimmered in the sun. She shivered at the size of this pole of man-meat and arched her body to meet his.
Does anyone know how far I can go here on the SDMB without getting banned? That would be irony–the anti-porn queen gets banned for bad erotica…
swampy is right, I do believe I conjure Jamie Lee when I envision your heroine.
