I pick you up early, just before sunrise. We haven't seen each other in awhile; the pressures of life have been keeping both of us far too busy. But this Saturday is just for us, a chance to be together. No distractions.
It's a glorious spring day, and the air has a refreshing crispness that augers well for a fairly-long hike. Although it's cold when you step out the door - you see your breath as you kiss my lips lightly - we both know that the morning will warm up nicely as the sun climbs higher in the sky.
I've told you where we were going - to Cape Split - but you've never been. I've a coffee ready for you, in a plastic, drip-proof Starbucks mug, and one for myself. We head out of the city as the sun throws furtive glances over this Victorian neighborhood. Halifax is deserted so early in the morning, and we fly through the intersections. Before long, we're over the bridge and on the highway, headed for the Annapolis Valley.
The driving is easy. Before we've gone 10 miles, I've finished my coffee, and I reach over, just holding the inside of your knee with my hand. I don't caress, or squeeze, or fondle. I just hold you. You're so soft, and this moment, this place behind your knee, feels special.
In an hour, we pull off the highway and travel through the charming village of Grand Pre, and then Wolfville, past lovely, historic homes and gorgeous, towering trees. And then through Canning, taking a road near the Sailor's Memorial that leads to the Bay of Fundy. Our eventual destination. Another 30 minutes along a narrow, winding road, and we're there. When we get out of the car, we hug and kiss, and I feel so happy to be holding this body that I know so well, and looking so intently in your eyes.
The morning, now two hours old, lives up to our expectations. It's warming up nicely. Grabbing two lightly-filled knapsacks, we head over a farmer's field, and take a wide trail that leads off into a thick woods. We set a good pace.
We hold hands for awhile, and chat amiably about everything and nothing at all. A few times, we stop and kiss, but mostly we walk. The trail narrows and meanders, up many steep inclines and down sudden descents, and we have to be careful because the way is cluttered with gnarled roots from so many old trees. You're smart and observant, pointing out so many subtle things that I might normally have missed. A fat porcupine that waddles beside us for a time, several woodcocks, a small bed of exotic mushrooms. I feel such a wave of affection for you, and squeeze your hand tightly.
Occasionally, we hear the wind whistling, as though the woods might be ending, but that doesn't happen. Once in awhile, we hear the cry of seabirds, but we can't tell if the sea is nearby. And on we walk. The trees change, the gradient changes, the sounds change.... But we're still walking.
It takes about 90 minutes, and we've hardly stopped. The suddenness of it surprises both of us. We see a small clearing from the woods, and then we're there. Cape Split.
It's hardly very large. Maybe about the length of two football fields. But it's lovely.
We're on a sandstone cliff, maybe about 500 feet high, jutting out into the Bay of Fundy. The tide, high at the moment, swirls wildly below us, and we can see the Nova Scotia and New Brunswick shores as they head to the Atlantic. We're so lucky; we have the place to ourselves. Seabirds are flying; they cover a small island just off the shore. If we're really blessed, we might just see a whale or two, although it's early in the season and too much to hope for.
We run through the tall grass, to the edge of the cliff. I move much more slowly than you - obviously, you're better around heights than I am.
And we lay our blanket there, and lie back, holding each other tightly. For a long, long time. Every once in awhile, we kiss.
I'm surprised when you reach over and undo my belt and pants, exposing my cock, with no warning. I'm soft. You take my cock in your hands, and bring your mouth to it, sucking my soft cock with your lips. You take all of it in your mouth. For a moment, I feel nothing, and then my cock starts tingling as the blood begins to flow. Ahhh.... Such pleasure. You head bobs rapidly, up and down, as my cock quickly hardens, filling your mouth. Oh, it feels so sweet, so exquisite. Flits of pleasure run along my cock and through my body. So good, so incredibly good....
You really know how to drive me wild. Your tongue licks around my cock head, and you lick along my shaft slowly, looking directly into my eyes. When a large drop of pre cum appears, you rub it all over my cock until it's slick, and then proceed to lick me into a frenzy. My long, hard, thick cock quivers with anticipation.
I can't move.... I'm so excited, so involved in what you're doing to me. Until finally, you take me in your mouth, all of me, sliding your lips up and down my shaft as you suck me. I can feel the cum rising, as I move deeper into your throat.... Ohhhhh God, Samantha, don't stop.... You're relentless, sucking me, licking me.... "Oh Samantha," I gasp, voice thick with pleasure, "that feels so good, so incredible... Suck me baby, ohhhh, god.... make me cum...."
