The loft #

It seemed like a long trip from Rhodes to St Denis that day. Amber and Max had been riding through the county most of the day. Max, doing his patrols as a deputy and Amber tagging along for fun.

The long rides on the horse with Amber clutching tightly to Max’s back increasing the consuming tension between them.

All Max could think about was her petite body rubbing against his as they rode. Her supple breasts pushing into his back and her arms around his waist, holding his strong frame for support.

Her scent like flowers tickled his senses even more. The last thing on his mind was his patrol.

As if reading his thoughts, “Are you okay, Max?” She asks quizzically, a slight hint of concern in her voice.

“Yes, of course, I am fine,” He lies. “But maybe we can stop for a bit, to rest.” He adds, peeking over her shoulder into her expecting eyes.

He smiles slightly at her relieved expression. As they rode, the sprawling Braithwaite Manor started to come into view over the hill.

An idea came into his head as it got closer, and he said, “I have an idea!” with a slight wink over his shoulder.

He rode through the open gates and down the grand path towards the main building.

The main Manor itself had been unused for some time, with only a skeleton staff managing the grounds and light security patrolling for thieves. As he approached the main Manor, he rode right and went around it, down the winding path that separated the house from the plantation beyond.

As they rode on, the massive wagon barn came into view, lazily baking in the late afternoon sun. The large upper loft doors wide open and golden hay visible inside. Men worked around the barn, with a large carriage backed into the left most open door. Amber and Max dismounted from the horse, and he tied it to a post off the road.

Max turns towards Amber, “Let’s get up into that loft.” he says, gesturing over his shoulder at the massive barn.

Amber cranes to look, seeing the men standing around, “How are we going to get in there?” She asks. “Won’t we get caught?”

As if on cue, a loud whistle goes off near a building on the far side of the grounds. The men stop what they are doing and walk off towards the sound, talking and laughing among themselves as they go.

With an easy smile, Max quips, “That’s how!”. He holds her hand and leads her toward and into the large barn doors.

Once inside, he sees a large ladder leading up into the loft above. He heads over to it and climbs, gesturing for Amber to follow.

She quickly scrambles up the ladder, trying not to make noise.

In the loft were full sided bales of hay, as well as a few areas of broken bales with hay strewn in soft mounds all over the floor.

A light draft stirred through the open loft doors, offering a small comfort in the loft, despite the baking sun. Birds flitted in the entrances and the leaves of nearby trees rustled as the warm breeze pushed by.

In the warm, tranquil silence, Max turns to Amber, who’s looking back at him with a sparkle in her eyes. Slightly dishevelled after the long horse run, perspiration dotting her pale skin.

Max tosses his hat onto a nearby bale and reaches out, pulling her close. Not able to contain himself any longer, he kisses her deeply. Holding her slim waist with both hands. She returns the kiss, with a slight moan under her breath by the suddenness of it. He pulls back slightly, seeing her cheeks flushing a hint of red.

“I’ve wanted this all day”, he says breathlessly.

“Me too” she replies as she holds him, reaching up to tug on his tie, loosening it.

He turns her and presses her back into the standing bales of hay. Reaching for the buttons on her shirt, he tugs the collar and the buttons start to pop open, exposing the top of her chest as she works the buttons on his vest.

With one hand, he pulls his vest off, letting it hit the floor hard with the law badge clanking lightly on the wood. Amber pulls the buttons on his shirt, working them off easily and exposing his glistening broad chest and belly.

He works the last buttons on her shirt and pulls it back, her shapely breasts free from captivity seem to perk with her aroused pink nipples pointing slightly upward atop rounded darker areolas on her pale skin.

His hands slip down and delicately cup her breasts, his fingers resting carefully just to the sides of her tender nipples. He gives them a light squeeze, and she moans softly. He moves in to kiss her again, her back still against the hay bales, and moves down.

Max begins kissing, tracing down to her chin, her neck, her collar bone before stopping at her right breast. He carefully places his lips on her tender nipple and gives them a light tug, feeling their tender bounce in his lips. Goose bumps start to form on her arms and chest as he does so. She holds his head in her arms, pushing herself into him. As he continues down, stopping at her belly button and kissing again. He looks up at her. Her eyes closed as he works her body.

Rising back up to her, he turns again and starts to guide her down to the pile of loose hay on the ground, laying her gently on her back, her breasts gleaming in the sunshine. Amber can’t help but notice the massive bulge that makes is making his pants seem taught under the strain of holding it back.

She pushes up to sitting and tugs on his belt, loosing it. The belt falls away and thumps on the floor behind him. She works the top button of his pants and pulls it open. Pushing down the remaining buttons. The pants fall away and expose his massive, throbbing penis to her. Unburdened, it rises to its full size, the end seeming to pulse with energy. The tip already glistening with anticipating of what was coming.

She grasps it in her hand, starts to slowly and rhythmically work it back and forth, feeling his energy in her hand. She brings herself up and slowly inserts it into her mouth, working it carefully but rhythmically. Her deep eyes peering up at him as she works him.

Max groans, thrusting slightly with every motion. She works harder. As she increases, tempo, his breathing gets harder as she slowly starts to bring him to climax.

She slows, not wanting to have him finish too soon, and lets go of his penis, now dripping with moisture.

He drops to his knees and pushes her back into the hay as he does so. He moves to be on top of her. Their eyes meet and he smiles. She stares longingly at him and wraps her arms around him expectantly.

He starts with a passionate kiss, the taste of her lips dancing on his. Max pauses and kisses her cheek, her scar slightly visible with her flushed complexion. A playful smile and an intense look in his eyes. She stares back at him, breathing heavily, a hunger in her eyes. “Don’t stop” she whispers.

Max continues to move over, pausing near her ear and kisses next to it delicately. Her quiet, intense breaths in his ear as he continued to kiss. As he worked down, he kisses her left collarbone, this time pausing briefly to watch her chest moving up and down with her energetic breathing.

He moves to her left breast and this time lightly holds her sensitive nipple between his teeth and applies the tiniest pressure until she slightly gasps, and then he closes his lips around it, with a delicate sucking motion. The breathing intensifies and she moans slightly. With his other hand, he starts to massage her right nipple, while still suckling her left. Her back arches slightly as she groans in pleasure.

He moves down, still holding her right nipple, and he starts kissing down her navel and belly button. He continues down her pelvis and, with both hands, parts her legs, exposing her vagina to him.

With slow, gentle and deliberate movements, he moves along the insides of her thighs, kissing as he goes, his moustache hairs tickling as he moves. She shudders with a playful laugh and moans quietly. She places a hand on his head as if to guide him in. Her other hand moving along her body from the slit of her sweet pussy and dancing her fingers across her tight skin up to her breast, squeezing and massaging it as Max works his magic. He moves back along her thigh and stops with a kiss just above her pussy.

Gently, Max repositions and slides his fingers down to her pussy and delicately probes her opening with his fingertips, teasing her. He strokes the delicate flower of her sensual pussy lips, feeling the changes in her breathing as he works. He slowly inserts his finger into her wet pussy, teasing the opening. She gasps slightly, and her pelvic muscles pulse with the insertion.

He slides his finger back out and licks it clean. A dribble of moistness visible where his finger was.

Satisfied, he leans in and works his tongue around her clitoris and her hot, wet cunt. She tenses up, as he eats her out, breathing faster and faster, moaning louder and longer. Max works his movements to hers, speeding up and slowing down, enjoying her taste.

Suddenly, she sits up and grabs his head as she climaxes, letting out a shuddering gasping moan.

On cue, he pushes up between her legs and meets her gaze. He slowly pushes her back down and kisses her deeply. She bites his lips lightly and grins, baring her teeth. Amber pushes him, and he rolls off to the side, and she launches up and straddles him. Him, with his back on the ground, his pulsing cock still at attention.

She manoeuvres herself and grabs his shaft with one hand and guides herself on to it. She twists and moves slightly, and then slides her tight, dripping pussy over it. Amber lets her weight carefully down, feeling as his manhood fills her. She closes her eyes and rides him rhythmically, experiencing the texture of his cock sliding in and out.

He matches her movements, thrusting as she drops to rise her back up, matching his breath to hers. His thrusts increase in power and intensity as his own orgasm builds. Suddenly, he thrusts harder, pushing her farther up off the floor as his cock pulses deep within her, pushing is load like a hot wave through her. Max relaxes back down and carefully sits up, still insider her, wrapping his arms around her as the waves of his orgasm radiate through his cock. He buries his face into her delicate breasts and kisses her chest between them.

She wraps her arms around his head and holds him to her chest as She continues to ride him slowly, her back arched in pleasure.

Amber’s body sliding along his until she orgasms again, her muscles tightening around his still hard manhood. She stops and just holds him there, her head on his shoulder, breathing softly, small shudders radiating through her.

They kiss and both fall to the floor, separating and laying on their backs.

The late afternoon sun throws shafts of light across their sweaty bodies. Max looks over to Amber, her chest rising and falling, her breasts rising and falling. She rolls her head and looks at him, strands of hair falling across her face. She smiled a tired smile and shifted closer, cuddling him. He placed his arm around her and, in the warmth, both fell asleep as the afternoon heat drags on.