An adult stories – Coyote Blossom by NuminousMessage
Another day comes to the high desert. I’m walking around my late parents’ property that I inherited when my siblings weren’t interested in keeping it up. It’s a cute ranch house with great acreage. Memories of my boyhood here have kept me going as I’ve closed my eyes inside those crowded city trains and busy offices. I’ve gone far and wide finding my own way, but the property has always been there.
Not many changes have come to the little town nearby, even with the chaos of the pandemic. The occasional traveler comes through, or at times a photographer wants to document our charming country lifestyle, but the relative distance from a major highway has kept us out of the limelight. Real estate costs aren’t even crazy here.
My daily walk around the perimeter helps me see if any brush is growing too big. I also greet the coyotes, quail, ravens, and other wildlife. Mostly they are heard from a distance or seen in a sudden flash of shaking branches and leaves as they scamper off to avoid the tall human. I receive some glimpses of them, and that’s always a joy.
I happen to have my phone with me outside when I feel a buzz. I become giddy, knowing damn well who it is. We’re going to talk more, she’ll be down here, and something big is going to happen this time. I just know it.
We’re soon on the phone. She hasn’t dated anyone. There’s loneliness. The time in California affected her. I agree that it affected me, too, but life has to go on. I’ve returned to that little cowboy town I told her about a few times, the place my mannerisms come from. Out here, I take care of my online work and handle some business for a few hours. Then I pump iron with my dad’s old weight set. It’d be fun to have someone to do all this with. We both know what we’re really talking about. I’m hoping my words are as slick as melted butter.
What follows is a bunch of flight planning and more messages. She seems happier and more energetic as we chat again briefly before her arrival. She wants another picture of me. The latest one she has is a selfie of us walking down an idyllic street near the coast, palm trees in the background, carrying some groceries from the organic food store. I look at that picture a lot, too.
To comply with her request, I send her a shirtless photo of me wearing boots, combat pants, and the aviators again. I’m standing outside with a low ridge of dry hills in the distance behind me, peering at the phone camera which I had propped up and used a timer on. She responds that I look fantastic and includes a kiss emoji and a bear emoji. Of course, I just about lose it, but I only send her a polite note of thanks.
Work needs to be done before the lady arrives. I clear a lot of extra plant growth in the front acreage and take care of a drainage ditch that leads away from the house. We haven’t seriously flooded before, but the flash floods can still hit at any time, and I don’t need that happening. I get up on the roof to check for any leaks or loose asphalt shingles. There’s great food in the kitchen, the laundry’s all done, and I do some quick sweeping and vacuuming. I’d say we now have a pleasant oasis to relax in.
The airport pickup goes smoothly. Another big kiss on the cheek. This time she obviously smells me, placing her nose right on my neck and a bit down my shirt as we hug. I’m in a flannel button-up, jeans, and my trusted canvas shoes. The flat cap, the same one that’s been on her dresser and her floor a bunch of times back in the city, is an attractive touch, too. She’s adorable in a pair of tight jeans and floral blouse with classy heels. She seems quite country herself. Her hair is clipped up. We’re both not bad to look at. An elderly couple nearby smiles at us right after we finish greeting each other.
On the drive home, the chatter is pleasant. We catch up on what’s going on with life in the city. I normally don’t follow all of this stuff closely, but hearing her discuss it is fun. She heals me with her presence. I see her admiring the beauty of the severe-looking rock formations and clusters of desert plants that we pass. We hold hands a lot of the way. When I need to have both hands on the wheel, she feels my leg. We’re stopped at a light and she’s talking about something, but my mind is focused on taking her hand in mine and giving it a little smooch.
Her bags go into my old bedroom for ease of storage. I give her a house tour that ends in the master suite. We stand in the bedroom and her nose is in my beard while I caress her hair. A sumptuous, elegant woman taken in by the warm embrace of a bear; her bear. I hang her clothes up, as well as mine, like a gentleman. Holding her nude is a profound pleasure, as are the lines of kisses I place on her forehead, breasts, and abdomen, right down to that beautifully shaved pussy. Once again in my bed, but this time in the lonesome expanse where I’ve awaited her, she opens her legs as my dripping tongue circles her vulva. The occasional darting motion enters her vagina, teasing the clit so lightly, and I’m returning to smelling and tasting her. I position myself so my head is pointed toward her feet and then move my whole body so my face is over hers. I bend my neck down and lick forward so the whole length of my tongue is sliding against her tongue. I take her whole chin in my mouth and suck on it, then continue the tongue-licking. Her soft moans drive me wild, as does the taste of her skin and mouth.
My throbbing dick then goes over her intricately soft lips as I’m moving above her with deliberate slowness. She can smell my balls and crotch, and I’m telling her I know she wants my soothing scent. Her mouth is as silky as her gorgeous pussy. The moisture welcomes me in. She’s given me head before, but something about her technique hits so differently this time. I aim my dick into her throat so it’s comfortable for both of us at just the right angle. We settle into a terrific sixty-nine, and I go at that hot slit with no restrictions now.
I rest my chin on the top of her clit and start to move across it as my tongue dips into her vagina along with my nose. Sure, clit stimulation can be great, but it’s the pleasure given to her sweet love canal which produces those grunts and moans that are music to my ears. I’ll drool a bunch in there and suck the juice mix back out, too. I can live off of eating her pussy.
She’s slurping so well on my dick, and what I’m really loving is her throat muscles on my glans while her lips and cheek muscles work the base of my dick so well. The sensations travel deep into the penile base within my body. Again, she’s great to experience when we’re both right-side up, but in a sixty-nine, the mechanics of it are a treat. I can feel the desire in her movements.
The room is filled with moist sounds and muffled vocalizations. I dream of this being our morning routine. We’d be waking up to the clear desert morning, a beautiful view of the sunrise out my window as she and I are in bed, a married couple having the sex we want all the time. Then I lift weights, make breakfast, and do some work on the property. At midday, we take a stroll and meet the coyotes out in the maze of gulches past the property’s fences. Later in the evening, we hit up the country western tour that’s arrived in town, do some line dancing, and see all of the old gang again. What a perfect life that would be. It flashes in front of my eyes as the odor of her pussy fills my nostrils and the flavor of her body dances on my tongue.