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Back at their room they changed out of their dinner clothes. She was eager to see if the fireplace worked, so he went over and with the flick of a switch, amber flames were sending flickering shadows across the room. He laid down on the bed closest to the fire and she climbed in with him. It was so comfortable with him... laughing, joking. They could talk about everything or nothing, but no matter what they talked about, he always made her smile. Their friendship had always been like that. It would forever be special for that reason and many more. After a while she heard his breathing grow soft and regular. It was somehow comforting to lie there close to him and hear him so contented in his sleep. She knew it was time to head to sleep herself. The next morning their family of deer was back. He had woken early and left to take care of some work that had to be done. She sat outside on the terrace, sipping orange juice, watching the deer wander right next to her, and wondering how she was so lucky. The day was to be one of driving and sightseeing. They wandered in the National Parks and toured the inside of the canyon, marveling at the beauty of the nature that surrounded them. She watched him climbing down around the rocks, his sandy brown hair tucked up under the baseball cap he wore. She wondered if he knew how much she wanted him. She called to him to turn around, and snapped a picture. Each new site they visited was breathtaking. Crimson towers rose up in all directions, and the deep rich smell of the cedar forest was intoxicating. Soon it was time for them to head for the airport for their helicopter tour of the area. She was incredibly nervous, but she told herself that this whole trip was about having adventures, taking risks, and doing things she normally wouldn't do. As the helicopter left the security of the land she felt an incredible rush. It was amazing! Crystal clear blue skies, and rugged mountains that she could almost reach out and touch. It seemed to end too quickly. Now that all of the driving was finished, the rest of the afternoon was their own. They decided to head to the center of town and do a little shopping. They set off wandering around the shops, boutiques, and small art galleries throughout the area. Two hours later they were all shopped out. On the way back, he decided he wanted, and absolutely had to have, a fruit smoothie. She teased him and got a huge kick out of how excited he was when they found a place to get one. One strawberry and one melon smoothie later they headed to the resort. Back at their room they had some time before they had to be ready for dinner. It was definitely time for a rest. After another nice long soak in the tub and a shower, he was out lying down on the bed and she was putting lotion on her legs. He made a joke about other fun uses for lotion. With that same mischievous smile on her lips, she poured out another drop and reached over and took his cock in her hands. She knew it surprised him by the sharp intake of breath she heard as her hand worked its way up and down his shaft from the very tip down to the base. She gently massaged his balls, squeezing ever so slightly. She heard him groan with pleasure at her touch. She played with the head of his cock and stroked along the underside. She increased her movements and her speed, feeling him pulse with each stroke. She saw the precum on the tip of his cock and knew that he was nearing his release. He asked if she wanted to watch... funny how he always asked. He knew she loved to watch the pleasure she could give him. With her last few strokes she heard him groan and watched as his cum spurted out over her hand and onto his stomach. She slowed her rhythm, but didn't stop, rubbing the cum with the lotion and watching the last few spasms overtake him. She stroked his thighs and stomach with feather-light touches and waited as his eyelids fluttered and his gaze fixed on her with a smile. There would be time for more later. Quickly they dressed for dinner. As she applied the finishing touches to her makeup, she smiled in the mirror because she knew for sure there would be more later. They met the rest of his colleagues in front of the open air trolley that would be taking them to dinner. After a drive through town the trolley let them out at a beautiful restaurant overlooking a small stream. They had the cocktail hour set up outside, underneath the trees next to the stream. He left her to go off and talk with some of the other guests, and she took this chance to go and get herself a drink. She wandered among the people, stopping to chat here and there. The air was cooler here and the soft music of the running creek was soothing. She would sneak small glances at him and smile. He looked incredibly handsome. She wanted to tell him how she felt when she was with him, but she was still unsure of herself, nervous about what it meant, and afraid of his reaction. Though after a few drinks during the cocktail hour she thought she might gain the courage. The hostess led the group inside to the private dining room which was dimly lit and beautifully decorated. She was seated across from him at a table with 6 others. Orders were placed for food and drinks and they began talking with the other members of their table. It was clear sitting here listening to him talk about his work that he enjoyed what he did. She loved hearing him so animated over the things that interested him. She remembered so many talks in years past where he showed that same enthusiasm. It brought a smile to her face just thinking about it. Dinner was fantastic, every course deliciously prepared. Nearing the end of the meal she slipped off her sandal and slid her foot over underneath the table. Being careful not to call attention to anything, as his colleagues were sitting all around them, she wanted to tease him a little in preparation for later that night. Her foot slowly moved up his leg to his groin, teasing his cock underneath his slacks. The look on his face was priceless. She knew she should not have had that second cocktail as she was being simply wicked. He excused himself to go to the restroom, and she giggled to herself. |
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