At 2:00 AM, Mr. Archie (BA, LL.M.) and Dr. Roxanne Dundee (BS, MD) were too wired to sleep. They walked to the stream pool, Bud trotting along beside them, ranging out from time to time to investigate strange noises. They’d brought two blankets; one to lie on and another to cover themselves. They had towels too, so they could dry themselves to avoid wetting the blankets. It was a bit chilly now, with no cloud cover to hold in the heat of the atmosphere. Away from the lights of the town and their home, there were a billion stars above and a full moon, lighting the pathway so brightly, they didn’t need the flashlight they’d brought.
They waded into the pool and swam until their skin acclimatized to the water temperature. Then Archie crouched in four feet of water and Roxanne straddled his thighs until they were pressed tightly together. He entered her and they made slow love underwater, marveling at how wonderful this was, being here with each other, locked in a mind-boggling embrace, the milky-way and moon providing enough light to see one another. To make the moment last longer, Archie stopped moving, just holding himself inside her, avoiding movement that would bring him closer to the edge.
“Hey, Doctor Dundee,” said Archie. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
“It’s been a few hours since the last time, so you’re a bit overdue. I never tire of hearing it, baby,” she said. “And there are no words to adequately tell you how much I love you, too.”
“I think you’re showing me right now,” he said.
They were quiet for a few minutes, contemplating their big day.
“I wonder what the odds were of us meeting as we did, and all this happening?” asked Archie. “I was prepared to be a bachelor for the rest of my life and suddenly, out of the blue, you appeared in my life.”
“Yes, I think of that sometimes, too. When I was driving down to Florida, what if I’d hadn’t got a bit lost up in Tennessee and taken a more direct route? What if I’d gotten too sick to drive any further in some other town before or after Hickoryvale? Or what if Charlie hadn’t asked you to volunteer at the hospital? Life is a crapshoot at the best of times and we won the jackpot, baby,” Roxanne said.
Their bodies threw shimmering reflections of moonlight across the rippled surface of the pool. For the first time they could remember, the water actually felt warm due to the coolness of the air. Archie felt himself softening and started slowly moving again, pulling himself slowly out of her and re-entering, pushing himself as deep as he could until his pelvic bone was pressed tightly against hers, now feeling his cock once again hard inside her. Roxanne’s body stiffened and she moaned quietly at the pleasure of it, the heat of her breath on the side of his neck.
They chatted quietly, whispering, their lips inches from one another’s ears. They talked more about their honeymoon. Archie had been thinking more about it and was really looking forward to fishing in the lake, especially after hearing that record-book trout and pike were there in abundance. He was delighted that she’d decided to keep the cabin. She’d shown him lots of photos and described the country. And what a perfect place to scatter the last of her parents’ ashes. This had been their favorite place in the world for many years.
Archie shifted a bit in the pool, adjusting her legs still wrapped around his hips. He slid his hands underwater, down her back to her lovely soft buttocks, fondling and cupping them, letting his fingers slide and explore between them, massaging every inch of her there. He could feel the wood-hard flesh of his cock, sliding into her, and he rubbed her puckered little hole with a fingertip, feeling her body tense from the pleasure of it. They’d been crouched here for over ten minutes and were finally starting to feel the cold water.
“You know Roxy, our lives are a bit like the fire. It was born suddenly out of lightning and thunder and chaos that no one expected. It instantly did incredible damage to our property and hundreds more to the east. But now the land is regenerating and in another year or so, we’ll be better off than before the fire. We each had unexpected disasters in our lives before we met. A sociopathic murderer in mine and COVID and cancer in yours. But here we are almost two years later and my life is so spectacular with you in it, I can’t imagine how it could be any better.”
“I hadn’t thought of it that way,” said Roxanne, “But you are absolutely right. If you ever get tired of your woodwork, you could become a philosopher.”
Archie laughed, knowing she was teasing.
“One thing’s for sure,” he said. “If there’s ever another pandemic or flash fire in the future, we’ll be better prepared.”
She was adjusting her body, tightening her legs around Archie’s hips, pulling herself even closer to him, feeling his member deep inside her, hot and filling her core.
“Oh baby,” she said, moaning softly in his ear, nibbling his lobe, and kissing the side of his neck. “Why don’t you carry me up the bank and philosophize the beegeezus out of me.”
Needing no further inspiration, Archie rose from his underwater crouch and with his arms hooked under her knees, lifted and carried her out of the pool, up the bank, kneeling and lowering her body until she lay back on a towel. He’d managed to stay inside her as he did this and now began making slow love.
To his surprise, she pulled back, leaving his cock exposed to the night air. She rolled over onto her knees, her face at groin level, and took his cock in her mouth, feeling his heat on her tongue and the insides of her cheeks. She slowly moved her head forward and back for a full minute, rubbing and massaging his glans with her tongue the whole time.
Finally, she allowed him to slip out from between her lips, and pushing his body with her hands, had him move onto his back. She swung a leg over his thighs and straddled his hips. She reached down and with feather-soft fingers, grasped his shaft and moved it into position, dropping her body, and impaling herself on him.
It was getting quite cool now, but neither noticed. Their bodies felt hot as Roxanne ground herself on Archie’s loins. He reached for the other towel, wrapping it around her shoulders above him. The moonlight was bright enough he could still see her breasts swaying and bobbing in the shadow of the towel.
She began moving faster as he reached up, cupping her breasts in his palms. She put her palms over the backs of his hands, pulling them even tighter against her lovely full breasts, massaging them, squeezing, and tweaking the hard little nipples.
They didn’t last long. The vision of Roxanne squatting on his hips, driving herself down onto his shaft, her head thrown back, crying out loudly in pleasure, brought him to the brink, and seconds later it was over.
Once they’d recovered their breath, in the light of the moon they dried themselves and crawled between the two thick wool blankets with Bud curled up beside them. Roxanne spooned her back tightly against Archie’s stomach and chest, feeling his still semi-engorged cock laying thickly between her buttocks. She squirmed, moving her ass so Archie would feel some friction against his cock as it slipped up and down between her ass cheeks. Archie’s upper arm snaked its way over and around her body until his hand found and cupped a breast. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck.