The Gratitude Bower

It was one of those hot August days, and they had finished a morning of hard work in the yard. Nurturing their plants was one of their great joys as a couple, and when they had time afterwards they liked to visit a hidden part of their property, a secret shady place they called the Bower.

They grabbed two bottles of water, blankets, and a sheet, and crossed the lawn into the trees, and soon entered the Bower. This little green paradise had a welcoming atmosphere of safe seclusion. Its leafy trees made a wonderful, shady spot, a special private place.

Once their blankets were spread on the cool moss, they took off their clothes and lay on their backs, then dozed for a little while.

She woke and sat up, cross-legged by his side, and looked at him as he slept, just watching the man she loved as he lay there, relaxed and completely at home in their peaceful retreat. A cloud covered the sun as a breeze sprang up, and thinking he might be chilly with sweat, she tossed out the sheet like a sail and let it come to rest over his body.

Time passed so pleasantly, but she was getting eager for for the next part of the afternoon, the part that was their reward for working so hard. Still, she didn't want to wake him up. Maybe she could blow over his face just a little. Just enough to bring him one level closer to consciousness. She blew softly, and he turned his head to face her, in his sleep. She picked up the edge of the sheet with both hands and tossed it up, so that it would fall again, caressing his naked body as it settled. Again and again she tossed the sheet and watched it settle onto him, and smiled when she saw a growing rise under the middle of the sheet. He took a deep breath, still asleep. Again she tossed the sheet, and one more time she blew toward his his face, and tickled his toe with a leaf.

As he slowly emerged toward consciousness, she leaned over and dipped down so that her nipples brushed the sheet, brushing his belly, brushing the rise in the sheet, brushing, and the rise became a hill. Now with her leaf she again touched his toe, and touched the hill under the sheet, and touched the tip of his nose. Almost awake, he brushed the leaf away as if he thought it was a bug. She bent her face over the rise in the sheet and blew a warm long breath with her mouth an inch away from it, and blew again and again as he was rising from sleep. She took a drink of water, then placed her cool bottle on his forehead. He opened his eyes. He was still partly asleep, but he fixed his gaze on her and smiled.

"Good afternoon," she said, "I hope you had a nice rest."

He stretched out his arms and legs and groaned.

She offered him the other bottle of water. He leaned up on one elbow and took the bottle as they both looked at the thing that poked the sheet.

"Ha ha," he said, "look at that."

"What a surprise," she replied. "A lovely surprise. How did that happen?"

"Must be magic," he said. "Or maybe YOU did it. I know your tricks. I've just been snoozing here; don't blame me."

"Well anyway it seems like it's time for our reward for all that gardening, don't you think?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Good. Let's get this sheet out of the way."

He lay down again on his back as she slowly drew the sheet across him and away, the friction of the soft cotton caressing his erection. He stretched, pushing his pelvis skyward, and then fell flat down again.

"Are you showing off?" she asked.

"Do you mean my growing tree?"

"That's right, and tell me please, what sort of fertilizer do you use to grow that marvelous tree?"

"Oh, it's a very exclusive sort of fertilizer, from only one place."

"That sounds exotic."

"Well, I'm so fortunate, because I live with the only source in all the land, and it helps my tree to grow big and strong and happy as can be."

"Does your tree need to be fertilized often?"

"It sure does, and I'm lucky to have an endless supply."

"Where's the source?"

"It's right there between your legs."

"Oh, how silly of me! Of course! And YOU deliver the key nutrients that keep this source happy and productive, so it can always help your tree grow big and strong! I'm honored, and SO grateful. I need you to generously share your nutrients, because this source is so hungry, and always SO fulfilled every time you deliver."

Now she straddled him, sitting facing him with his erection close behind her. She liked feeling it against her cheeks.

"Do you mind if I smoosh myself against you a little bit? Here, I'll just pull myself apart a little bit and I want to sit like a suction cup on your belly while I do this..."

Leaning forward, she swung her breasts so her nipples brushed against his nipples. Swing, swing, swinging her nipples, bumping, brushing, touching his. Both sets responded to the soft light touch. Just the slightest touch had such power, the most incredible ability to light a fire to awaken desire in both of them. Just this nipple dance was all it took to set the course which they eagerly anticipated, her pink nipples brushing against his tan ones. Their bodies were primed, open, knowing each other so well. Their hearts held each other.

This was a gift, not given to everyone, and they were well aware of it. He knew how lucky he was to have the woman he loved sitting on his belly, her legs wide apart and comfortable enough to rub her most sensitive private place against him. He loved it when she did this because soon he would feel that wonderful first bit of wetness. Oh! She started to slip around more easily, her special folds moving more freely from the lubrication as she slid and pushed, leaning even closer now to let her breasts press against his nipples. She felt him growing up even thicker and fuller behind her; she felt it bumping against her.

So many sensations to take in all at once, and so many sensations she loved to give him! There were so many things he liked, so many choices, ways to please him, stimulate him. Getting wetter against his belly, she asked...

"Is there anything special you'd like me to do for you this afternoon?"

"Yes, I want to watch you. I want to see you with my cock inside you, I want to see you move, I want to see what you feel by looking at you. I want my eyes to take in every part of you and watch you come."

"Oh, I'd be happy for you to watch me! But isn't there something else I can do first, just for you?"

"Well, I'd love you to go down on me and and lick me up, so I can slide right into that honeyed paradise of yours and watch you do whatever you like."

"OK then, let me take care of you now, but I hope you're not in a hurry."

She smiled, then opened her mouth and made a kissing sound. She raised herself and re-settled over him. He ran his hands through her hair as she teased his tip. She teased with the lightest, barely touching tongue, just flicking quickly, teasing, dotting it here and there, just the tip as she held the base and gently caressed. She loved sliding this delicate skin up and down, circling with her hands, tracing, fingering and moving the skin that was still a bit loose. He wasn't yet fully hard, so with her free hand she cupped his balls, moving them in a slow rhythm while she flattened her tongue and lapped his hardening shaft slowly over the head in the direction that it flared, licking all the way, laying her tongue out wide and flat and wet over and over, making sure that every beautiful surface gleamed, glistened, from the thorough contact with her wet, wet tongue. Then, holding his cock just below the head, she guided it into her mouth with a warm, wet welcome from her dancing tongue and her opening and closing and pursing pouting pressing and kissing lips. She treated that tip like royalty. It was the crown which must be polished, burnished, to radiate its perfection as a living dynamic sculptural presence, the most arousing presence in all of creation. She could not get enough of that fascinating feel, the shape, the way the color deepened with desire, the way it was perfectly designed to press in, to lead the way, to poke, to tantalize, and of course, to eject... to ejaculate that glorious magical male essence, that viscous essence of joyful orgasm, that tablespoon of pale spurts which felt as powerful, hot, and copious as lava erupting from a volcano.

She kissed his pumped up tip; again she licked the rest of his shaft, taking care to make sure that all of it was running with her saliva, shiny and filled out, fully hard. No extra skin to play with. He gently pulled her hair, meaning please come up now. And so she did.

He propped up his legs, bent them at the knees, and lifted her over his aching, wet demand. On her knees now she slid herself down, little by little, taking his cock into her bit by bit, both of them sliding so easily. It would have been easy to plunge straight down, but she didn't. He had asked her to do whatever she wanted, and she really wanted to feel every sensation--and now she was giving herself her best pleasure, moment to moment, happy that he could watch every little thing she did and take it in right along with her.

She closed her eyes. Putting her arms behind her, she rested on her hands and partly on his thighs, which acted as a back rest. He watched her hold him halfway inside her, arching her back to present to him a full view of her crimson lips hugging his erection. She pushed her pelvis forward, pushing forward and back to feel the different sensations as the angles of his cock shifted inside her, and she did a little circle with her hips to feel the melting exquisite sensation of all the outer edges of her opening as his hard cock stretched her in every direction.

Oh! that so arousing feeling of being stretched, so elastic, to revel in the excitement of feeling pushed almost too far, wondering if her body could accommodate him! Such delightful pressures at her opening, and inside, as she circled and pushed this way and that... and now she moaned as the relentless effects of these subtle pressures grew and flowed more and more strongly, lifted her on a wave, out of her consciousness into another universe, possessed by powerful currents of pleasure driving her toward release.

He had never seen anything so beautiful. She was in another world, flushed, wildly sinuous in the throes of pure pleasure; all of her expressed every bit of it in every possible way. His heart raced and he struggled to breathe. He was propped up on his elbows, and with his eyes he ate her up. His cock was more than ready, he was more than ready to explode, but he loved watching. He loved every little movement; he wanted to watch the sweat forming in every fold of skin. He wanted to watch her mouth to see what shapes it formed to express her moans and cries. He wanted to memorize the vision of her breasts, swinging gently as her body moved. He wanted to never forget the shape and color of her exquisite erect nipples at the peak of excitement. He wanted to smell the scent of their earthy inspiration, melting into each other. All of this maddened him with desire, but somehow in the midst of the madness, a sense of gratitude arose. Through his raw hunger, how grateful he was to have this woman give herself so completely to him, give her whole being inside and out, to trust that he would always love to give her whatever she wanted just as much as she loved giving anything and everything to him. What miraculous fortune, the rarest treasure!

Crossing the threshold in her rapture, she tipped her pelvis down, spreading her legs out behind her and pushing herself completely onto him like a glove. She wiggled down so he was as far inside her as he could be, then began to rub her cunt against him and around the base of him, with full contact. Now she pushed herself up with her arms, and arched her back, and her hips flexed with deep, strong pumps up and down, up and down, up and down, until she collapsed onto his chest in her thrilling throbbing rippling pulsating climax and she felt him jerk, tense, and jerk again as he released his contents into her.

As she lay pressed against him, her orgasmic echoes came and came and came. Every time her muscles clutched him she was able to call forth another climax and then another. She couldn't stop. She squeezed and pressed and gripped his cock again and again so greedily, demanding another and another rich warm spasm, even though each time they grew less intense. She squeezed and grabbed as if wringing out every drop of water from a cloth. It didn't matter how small or how faded the memory of the original orgasm. She embraced every last bit of magic until finally, with one more grasping hug, she squeezed him right out.

She fell asleep on top of him, lying there. He pulled up the sheet to cover them both, and followed her into sleep.