N. Walters - Erin’s Fancy

The pleasure was unbelievable as his thrusting penis seemed to stimulate her even more from this angle. As if that wasn’t enough, he dropped one of his hands from her breasts and began once again to stroke her engorged clitoris.

Erin tried to hang on. Wanted desperately to prolong the enjoyment, but it was beyond her control. Her body convulsed on a downward stroke, and her inner muscles contracted, grasping him tight.

He drove heavily into her for three more strokes. His cry of release echoed her own as he pulled her down hard on his cock, shuddering as he came. Erin moaned as she felt him empty himself deep inside her, filling her completely. Her nails dug into his legs for support as she arched back against him.

When she was finally spent, Erin felt all her muscles relax. Abel’s fingers tightened on her breasts as his forehead came to rest on her back. Exhausted, Erin slumped forward. Only Abel’s strong arms kept her from toppling over.

As she sat there and drifted into a stupor, Erin became uncomfortably aware of the hot evening sun blistering her naked flesh. The heat was beating down upon them both as they sat entwined in the chair, but she was shading most of Abel’s body with her own.

“I have to move.” She said it out loud, hoping it would inspire her to action. “I really have to move,” she repeated groggily. “My skin is burning.”

“Damn it.” Abel gingerly eased his cock out of her body and helped her to her feet. He looked closely at her prickly flesh. “I think you’re going to have a slight sunburn.”

Standing, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her towards the back door. “I’m sorry, honey. It never occurred to me that we were exposing virgin flesh to the sun.”

His teasing made her laugh even though her backside was beginning to sting slightly. “You’re just lucky that I sheltered you from the worst of it.”

Abel tugged on the door handle and then used his shoulder to prop open the door as he carried her into the house. The cool interior was a welcome relief. “Where are you taking me?” She didn’t care where they were going, but she was mildly curious.

Abel shifted her higher in his embrace, and she gave a little shriek as she threw her arms around his neck, gripping him tight. He took her straight through the kitchen and then started climbing up the stairs.

When he reached the top, he turned and padded down the hallway towards the bathroom. “I’m going to put you in a cool tub of water while I go and start the barbecue again. The coals have probably burned themselves into dust.”

Cautiously, he deposited her on the side of the tub while he bent over and started the water running. Once it was partially filled and adjusted to his liking, he scooped her up and placed her in the tub.

Erin gasped for breath as the cool water touched her slightly baked skin. It stung slightly, but after a moment, the pain subsided and it actually began to soothe the abused areas of her body. A soft washcloth plopped into the tub next to her, and she grabbed it and laid it gently across her breasts. Sighing in relief, she eased back in the tub and rested her head on the cold enamel rim.

Turning her head slightly, she watched Abel as he laid out a large fresh bath towel and a bottle of aloe gel. He turned off the water and leaned over her, kissing her forehead. “You just relax and let me take care of everything. I’ll be back with a glass of water for you as soon as I get the barbecue going again.” He cupped her warm cheek with the palm of his hand. “I didn’t take care of you properly. That won’t happen again.”

“I’m fine.” Erin was surprised that Abel was angry with himself. She could see it in the set of his shoulders and the thin lines bracketing the lines of his mouth. “The sun was going down, so it wasn’t that strong. It’ll only be a slight burn and probably gone by the morning.”

He shook his head in denial. “You rest, and I’ll come and help you out before I put the steaks on the grill. I want to make sure you’re coated in that gel so that maybe you won’t sting quite so badly.” Abel was up and gone before she could respond.

Allowing herself to relax, she lolled in the tub, feeling slightly better as the cool water revived her. It was strange to her just how quickly she’d become accustomed to being naked around Abel. She’d been hot and sticky all over when he’d carried her upstairs, and it hadn’t bothered her in the least. And surprisingly enough, it didn’t seem to bother him either.

It felt amazingly good to be so at ease with another person. Around Abel, she felt free to be herself. He not only accepted her, but he seemed to be honestly interested in her. The warmth inside her had nothing to do with a sunburn and everything to do with the man downstairs.

Erin bit her lip and fought down the emotions that rose to the surface. She’d done exactly what she’d sworn to herself that she wouldn’t do. She had gone and fallen head over heels in love with the man. It felt so right, but she knew that it was one-sided. Abel would be leaving at some point. He always did. His work would lead him to another town or city, and he would leave here without a backwards glance. But this time when he left, it would hurt her even more.

She wet the cloth and washed her face, scrubbing her eyes to keep the tears at bay. This was her problem. She was a mature woman and this was supposed to be an adult relationship. In truth, it was a summer fling. Abel hadn’t promised her anything, and she had readily accepted his terms.

The last thing she wanted was for him to find out about her stupid feelings and regret their time together. He would end up feeling responsible and it would only make him feel bad. Erin was afraid if he sensed her deep feelings for him, his own personal code of honor might force him to put an end to their relationship to protect her from further hurt.

She loved Abel and wanted to spend as much time with him as she could get. It had taken her a long time to find a man to give her heart to, and she knew that she might never find another. A fierce need to protect him rose up in her. No, she had only one choice. Abel never had to know. They would enjoy a healthy sexual relationship that was based on mutual liking and respect, and she would happily set him free when it was time for him to go. Even if it killed her.

Hearing his feet on the stairs, she took a deep breath and rinsed her face once more. By the time Abel came through the door with a tall cool glass of water in his hand, she already had a smile on her face.

* * *

Erin sat back in her chair and rested her hands on her stomach, thankful that they’d cleared away the supper dishes before indulging in their dessert and coffee. “I can’t eat another bite.”

“Are you sure?” Abel pushed the cheesecake closer to her, grinning.

“You are totally evil to tempt me with more after the supper I’ve already packed away.” The two of them were seated across from each other, at the patio table, with the remnants of their late supper scattered around them. She’d been impressed by the fact that not only had he cooked her a mouthwatering steak, baked potato and salad, but he’d also remembered dessert. And not any old dessert, but a rich, creamy cheesecake that had a swirl of chocolate through it and was topped with a thin layer of dark chocolate.

She eyed the cheesecake and wondered if she could squeeze in another tiny piece. Abel laughed and pulled the plate back closer to himself.

“You’ll hate yourself if you do.”

“I know, but I can at least think about it.” Erin sighed wistfully, and contented herself with sipping her coffee instead.

“Come over tomorrow and you can have another piece.” Abel was sprawled in a patio chair, the picture of a man totally at ease with himself and his surroundings. He hadn’t bothered to get fully dressed after they’d made love, but had just pulled on his jeans. He’d opened the button on his jeans shortly after he’d started eating his dessert. His torso looked almost bronze in the setting sun, his muscles glistening beneath a light layer of sweat. Even though the sun was almost gone down for the day, the air was still hot.

“I’d really like to…” she trailed off, uncertain how to explain it to him.

“But you’re worried about your brothers.” The look on his face said that he was less than pleased, but he didn’t say anything else about it. Instead, his expression turned thoughtful at first and then mischievous. “How about a picnic at three o’clock tomorrow afternoon at the old swimming hole?”

Abel’s family was lucky enough to have a small pond near the far end of their property. As kids, they’d all snuck away from chores whenever they could and head straight for the pond. Erin hadn’t been there in years, but she’d spent many happy hours there with her brothers and Abel. “I’d love to. I don’t know if I can be there exactly at three, but I’ll be there.”

“Good enough,” he said.

They sat there in silence for a while, and it was a comfortable silence. The slight breeze felt good on her skin and she closed her eyes enjoying the sensation. Hitching the tails on the shirt she was wearing out of her way, Erin extended her long legs in front of her, trying to get more comfortable.

“Are you feeling okay?” The concern in his voice washed over her, making her feel very cared for.

He had probably asked her the same question a half dozen times since he’d helped her out of the bathtub. She opened her eyes and she gave him the same reply she’d been giving him all evening. “I’m fine.”

Abel had returned to the bathroom just as she’d been about to climb out of the tub. He’d helped her out, carefully drying her slightly burnt skin for her, before applying a liberal amount of the aloe gel to her entire body. There had been no teasing comments as he’d stroked her breasts, belly and behind. He’d been totally absorbed in what he was doing and occasionally scowled when he reached a particularly red patch.

When he was finished, he’d held open one of his soft, white cotton shirts while she’d slipped her arms into the sleeves. Then he’d eased it over her shoulders and buttoned the shirt until it just covered her breasts. The long tail of the shirt hung down to cover the tops of her thighs much like a short dress. He’d escorted her back down to the deck seated her at the table, and proceeded to cook and serve her supper.

She couldn’t seem to convince him that the burn wasn’t serious and that she’d probably be fine in the morning. At least she hoped she would. Her breasts still stung slightly and it would be impossible to wear a bra if it didn’t subside overnight. But there had been no harm done, and it had been well worth it, in her opinion.

Abel spoke again, drawing her attention away from her meanderings. “I started going through the boxes of Mom and Dad’s stuff today.”

Erin sat up straight and gave him her total attention. This was a big deal for Abel. After his parent’s sudden death, he’d packed up all their papers and personal belongings and stashed them in several closets in the house before donating their clothing to charity. It had been too much for him to deal with as a young man, and it was only now that he was an adult, that he’d been able to even consider facing the painful task.

“I can help if you want.” Her offer came straight from her heart, but she didn’t want him to feel obligated to accept. “But I understand if it’s something you want to do on your own,” she hastily added.

“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind if I start to get bogged down.” He moved his feet closer to hers and started to play with her toes. “So far I’ve been through a couple of boxes of old papers and shredded just about all of them.” He laughed, but the sound held a touch of bitterness. “It’s been so damned long that none of it matters anymore.”

Leaning over, she wrapped her hand around his forearm, offering him what comfort she could. “It will always matter.”

Abel stared at her for a moment before giving her a slight nod. He twisted his arm around until their places were reversed and he was gripping her arm in his hand. “Sit with me.” He gave her a little tug of encouragement and she soon found herself ensconced in his lap with his arms wrapped around her.

“Let me know if I’m hurting your sunburn.” He kissed the top of her head as she placed her head on his shoulder and got comfortable.

“I will,” she promised softly.

They sat there until the sun was long sunk behind the distant hills. The night was alive with the sounds of crickets and various other insects. The air cooled slightly, and at one point Erin heard the hoot of an owl. It was only then that Abel stirred.