Fading Memories by yukonnights,yukonnights

“I know babe, we’re together now — we’ve found each other. I love you and you know it — I’ll prove it every day. You ready to share a bed and get some rest.”

“The shared bed sounds good — not sure I can rest though. But let’s start with the bed, I know we’re both tired. It’s been a long day.”

***

As desperately as I want to do more, snuggled close in our shared bed, I resolve not to. I promised her and already what I promised has been stretched far beyond what I had in mind — even sharing this bed is more than I ever imagined or thought we’d do on this trip. But our hands are restless and roaming — our bodies grow too warm under our covers. Her fingers can’t seem to get enough of my cock — even more so, my balls. Our lips become old friends — very close old friends and our tongues join in the dance. I know she would probably let me, but I made a promise — this is enough. This is more than enough. I make myself believe it’s better to wait for the final act. But my lips do tend to wander, like me in the mountains. They wander over the ridge of her collar bone and down the slope of her shoulder. They wander in the dark, searching for the two small hills with their peaked summits. She caresses my hair as I suckle her taught nipples and my hand softly caresses between her legs. I want more, but keep my promise lest I risk loosing her trust. But perhaps ….

In a soft whisper I ask her, “Has anyone ever kissed your pussy?”

His question takes me off-guard and makes me wonder if he’s read my mind. It funny and really nice we’re thinking the same things. “No, no one has ever touched it except me and some doctors. Why do you ask?”

“Would it be alright if I kissed it?”

I feel my heart beat faster and my breaths become shorter — it’s not what I wanted when we first talked about coming here — it’s not his fault, I’ve been thinking the same things. I’ve read about it in stories …. “Yes … you’ll be gentle?”

I can hardly believe my own ears, “I’ll be more than gentle, you only have to say the word and I’ll stop.” I get up out of bed to pull the covers away.

“Would you put a pillow under my right knee for support, it’ll make it easier for me to open my legs wider.”

I do everything she asks and now for the first time she has exposed the fulness of her treasure — the soft light filtering in from outside finally enables me to see everything, her deeper folds a dark sepia against her lighter brown skin all framed by the jet black hair of her mound. It’s so different than the pink I’ve seen before and I find it alluring and seductive and so very desirable. I crawl back on from the end of the bed and kiss her inner thighs — one leg then the other. My kisses are reverent and soft and she pushes herself toward me for more. I know what she wants — I know what she needs and I don’t deny her. My tongue spreads her dark folds wider — her moan is one of uncensored pleasure. I lick her from bottom to top, slowly at first but then with more abandon — unleashed lust … and desire. Her fingers woven into my hair pull my mouth harder into her gift to me — my Valentine’s Day gift. When she squeezes my trapped head tighter between her legs, I soften my licks as my own pent up need threatens to take care if itself. I realize that I’m humping the bed while pleasuring her and stop before it’s too late. As I relax, I feel her relax too and crawl up to lay next to her. Micky lays spent on her back, her knee still propped on the pillow. Raising up on an elbow, I kiss her on the forehead. “Thank you for trusting me. And thank you for sharing yourself with me.”

“I should thank you — I didn’t do anything for you.”

“You did enough in just letting me go farther than we discussed. I hope I didn’t overstep my promise to make this trip just between friends?”

“No, I was a part of it too — I wanted you to see me as a woman and not just a friend. I wanted your hands to touch me and I wanted to touch you. I’m not totally innocent in our crime.”

“Oh, it’s a crime that we’ve committed now? I see.”

“Actually it would have been a crime to not let our feelings lead us. I turned away from every thought telling me not to. I think letting my desires lead for a change got us to where we needed to go, don’t you? I know it’s different for us, this being my first time to be free and all.”

Her honesty and open candor is such a refreshing new experience. No games, no lies. “Yes, it would have been a crime to have lost this moment. I didn’t expect it, but you made it easy to just follow your lead. Does this mean we don’t need the other bed tonight?” She just smiles and pats the bed. I grab the pillow from the other bed and snuggle under the covers with her. She adjust the pillow supporting her bad knee to lay between both knees as she rolls on her side to face me. I stretch my arm under her head, she adjusts her pillow a bit and lays facing me. Laying in silence, each with our own thoughts — so many thoughts. Her words of confession interrupts the silence.

“You wanna know a secret?”

“It won’t be a secret anymore if you tell me. But now I’m curious.”

“When you were licking my pussy I was thinking about wanting to do it to you too.”

She really does take me by surprise sometime. “Why didn’t you?”

“Well, for one thing it felt really good what you were doing. Then before I wanted to … I couldn’t hold back. And then it seemed like it was all over, so I didn’t say anything.”

“Well, that’s a bummer. I think we can take care of that if you’re still in the mood. Wanna give it a try? You don’t have to, only if you want to. We hopefully will have other times like this, ya know.”

“Let’s wait till next time — maybe we can do it together at the same time?”

“Who knows, next time might be tomorrow morning, eh?”

“That sounds like a promise Jase. I’ll hold you to all your promises, you know.”

Instead of answering with words, I softly kiss her lips. Soon the long day and the spent energy of the ride up here all the way through to the intimacy we’ve shared takes its toll and we drift into sleep laying close and content.

***

The next day is taken up with us trying to take advantage of all the outdoor fun we can manage. It seems we’ve both silently agreed to postpone our intimate explorations until another time, but it feels right. The sleigh rides score high on her list, the snowmobile rental is my favorite as a way to get her a bit farther from the safe and simple. By the end of our excursion it’s she who urges me to go faster. However, the hot tub soak after all the hours in the cold and snow is a mutual two thumbs up.

Compared to getting her safely into the bathtub, getting her into the hot tub is a snap. We took the brace off and I carried her down the steps and put her on the bench seat.

While soaking, we both agree to do Silverton next time. As usual, it’s often too easy to plan for more than is possible. Our room becomes our place to rest — but not alone anymore. I’ve never been up here with a woman before — it’s always just been a bunch of guys risking our lives on the slopes. She’s a new experience for me … to think in terms of forever is radically new. But it feels right. This Valentine’s started off as a botched relationship gone wrong. But I’m just thankful for every bit of it. I’m eager to tell the folks about her and have them meet her.

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