The Wink

She'd dreamt of this moment for months. It was a conscious thought as she drifted off to sleep every night. Her guilty secret. And now here she was. Looking and waiting for him to meet her at the pre-arranged spot. She knew she'd recognize him. Tall, and muscular with an infectious grin.

In he walked, searching the faces. Their eyes met, he winked and a wide smile covered his face. She blushed and the butterflies did somersaults. "Please don't let me throw up," she silently giggled and prayed.

Tentatively they embraced and gave each other a friendly kiss on the lips. It was a shy, purposeful kiss, but one she'd felt in her dreams nightly. She inhaled his scent, not wanting to pull away, not wanting this feeling to ever end. Even these slight touches between them, made her body respond. If he'd suggested they forget lunch and move to desert, she would have left with him, then and there. They fumbled over conversations that usually flowed. Both knowing. Both wanting it to end the same way.

Throughout the meal, they had smirks on their faces, as they felt the tensions ebbing and flowing. He locked eyes with her and winked. She winked back. They held hands leaving the restaurant. He had a noticeably nervous laugh and sweaty palms. She felt the sweat of their hands mingling and allowed her mind to wander to a place where she would feel more of his skin sweating against hers. She wasn't sure she'd make it to the next stop on their journey.

They raced to the car like two kids to their first sexual experience. Embracing and allowing the moment to take them away. Allowing some of the tensions to be released. He again, locked eyes with her and winked. It's how they always said goodnight to each other at home and gave some silent indication of what was to come. She crumbled under the warmth of his hands and they followed the curve of her neck and traced her jaw. She could feel her heart racing and her panties becoming moist. "Where to?" he asked. "Your arms," she replied.

They drove to the cabin he had rented for himself in the woods. She was staying at a nearby hotel so as not to raise any suspicions. Once inside, he took her hand and led her to an overstuffed chair by the fireplace, while he built a fire to keep the damp night out. She sat and watched as he bent over, flexing his muscular shoulders and cursing quietly under his breath as the fire refused to take. She chuckled at his nervous hands. He turned and winked. Again, the silent message of what was about to begin.

Finally, a warm light enveloped the cabin. She was warming up but continued to shiver in anticipation. He moved towards her and held out his hands. She noticed for the first time how rough they were from his work. Manly and strong. He sat on the chair and pulled her to him. They kissed. Slowly and tentative at first. With each pass of their tongues over lips, it became more urgent. She thought she'd have an orgasm before he'd done more then kiss her. She could hear the pounding of her heart in her ears and feel it in her face. She could feel his pulse racing as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his chest of warm, strawberry blonde hair. She traced her fingers from his navel, up past his chest and to his mouth. Sucking on her finger, he shuttered and sighed, gripping her tighter. He cupped her breasts with his hands and began to fiddle with her nipples as they poked their way through her blouse. It was evident he'd lost himself in the moment and was not following logic any longer. She pulled her shirt over her head while he blindly kissed her between the breasts. His breath was hot now, searing her skin as he traveled down the line of her body, to the top of her jeans, stopping at their button. He fumbled with the button of her jeans as she fumbled with the ones on his shirt. He stood her up and yanked his shirt off over his head as he swept her into his arms and placed her on the floor in front of the now roaring fire. Between the heat of their bodies and that of the fire, their sweat blended once again. Two bodies sliding together, seeking closeness and the ultimate release of their tension. She wiggled out of her jeans, leaving her in her new pretty bra and panty. She'd hoped at one time he'd approve of her choice, now all she could think about was him being inside her body and moving them to simultaneous release. She smelled clean and woodsy with the headiness of musk beginning to rise to his nose. It was the smell that made men weak, and made them want to bury their heads in a woman's muff. The aroma overtook him and he pulled her panties off. She gasped and shuttered. Smiling into her eyes, he winked. He delicately entered her with his finger. Back arched, she moaned. "You like?" he asked hoarsely? She could only respond with a loud growl from deep inside her throat. She was gone, she had left her body. Controlled only by his movements and her body's reactions to them. "You smell so good. I want to taste you, "he stated in a controlled voice. "Yes," she murmured. He skillfully allowed his tongue to glide over her lips. Licking the outer edges as he went. He parted her, revealing her wet pink inner sanctum. She continued to wiggle and moan. This was it. The moment she'd fantasized about and masturbated over. He drank in her essences. Licked her clitoris until he knew she was close to cumming. She begged, "Don't stop." He smirked, he liked the power his skills and prowess gave him over women. He lapped up her juices, enjoyed her aroma. Placing all his needs aside, his only goal right now, was to make her cum over and over again. He'd get fulfilled later. In order for that to happen as easily as this did, he knew she would need to feel a sense of comfort with him still. He returned to her mouth, kissing her deeply. Allowing her to taste herself on his lips. "I want you to fuck me!" she demanded. He giggled and winked, "Yes dear." He stood and released himself from his jeans. She licked her lips as she saw how rigid he was. God he was beautiful. She kept her eyes locked on his as she touched herself. He watched her pleasuring herself for what seemed an eternity, until he couldn't control himself anymore either. He returned to her side and pulled her on top. She slid down his shaft, head back, breasts forward. He knew from their conversations that this was her favorite position, and it pleased him too. He watched her as she appeared in to be in anguish, but knew she was more near ecstasy. He marveled at the way the skin on her breasts reflected the firelight and bounced about as she rode him. He could feel her gripping his dick tighter inside of her. It was time. She couldn't wait another second. Her back arched. Her throat tightened. Her heart pounded. She clenched on to him with her thighs. Enjoying the ride and hearing her own moan escape from her chest. He watched as she bucked again and again. He closed his eyes and joined her in her world. He clenched his teeth and floated away for a second as he felt the ripples of his own orgasm overtake his body. She felt him raise her up and set her back down with his own powerful spasms. With each of his contractions, she tightened and released again. She began to giggle. He opened his eyes and looked at her like she'd lost her mind. She winked.