Caught by a Winter Storm (closed for Misty Knight and Wicked Python

[Wicked Python]

I worked diligently the rest of the day, the snow coming down and Sunny being careful to not break my concentration. I worked as I always did, typing, cussing, pacing, then back to the keyboard. I kept this up until Sunny asked me to come join her for lunch. I apologized to her as I finished wolfing down the probably very delicious meal down, and rushed back to the laptop. A little while before dark the lights went out, as did everything else, and it began to get cold very fast. I threw a couple logs on the fire and went to find Sunny.

She was lying on the bed in her sweats and was sound asleep. I pulled the comforter over on top of her, but woke her as I did. “Sorry babe, I didn’t mean to wake you up but we lost power and the fireplace is about all we’re going to have for heat until the power comes back on.” I slid into the bed with her, wrapping her up in my arms and saying with a bit of a laugh in my voice, "I guess we stay warm the old-fashioned way tonight."

I pulled her in tight, just holding her and then decided to ask her, “So, want to help a Sci-Fi writer through a temporary block?” She answered “YES” so quick and enthusiastically I thought she already knew the question. I proceeded to tell her the entire story up to that point and then I asked her if she had any ideas. She shook her head and then said, "Matt, we have to get outside and start the generator before dark."

The generator. That sneaky ….. Laughing I pulled her out of the bed, and we dressed in warm coats and hats and whatever and went out to start the generator. We fed it gas, primed it and I yanked on the starter cord; five times. When it caught and the lights came back on the solution to my story problem came to me and I shouted, “I’ll be damned!” The look on Sunny’s face was shock. I quickly told her that as the lights came on I figured out what was wrong with the story, thanks to her. I grabbed her face in my hands and kissed her hard. Hugging her I asked if she had ever made love in the snow. She looked up at me, pulled loose and turned to run for the house, yelling over her shoulder, “Are you fucking nuts?”

Laughing, I ran after her and caught her as she went in the front door. I slammed the door shut with my foot and took off my gloves. We both hurriedly pulled off our jackets and boots, and I couldn’t stop myself, and wouldn’t have if I could have, and was all over her, inside her shirt and jeans, then pulling them off while she pulled off my clothes all the way to the bedroom.

I took her hand and led her to the bed once we were inside the bedroom. I laid her on the bed and propped several pillows behind her back and head, then I turned and grabbed the chair, pulling it to the foot of the bed. I sat and spread my legs, and began to gently jack off. Then looking straight into Sunny’s eyes, I said, "I want you to masturbate for me." She looked reluctant and looked away, almost embarrassed. Then back to me, or rather my cock as I slowly masturbated. I asked her again, quietly, “Please, babe, for me.” She again looked a little embarrassed but didn’t take her eyes off my hardening cock. Again, “Please babe, just for me.”

Her eyes closed then, and she swallowed hard and I thought that she wasn’t going to do it when her legs began to spread for me. Her cunt was exposed to me, glistening from the juices leaking out, her freshly trimmed pubic hair hiding nothing from me. One of her hands began to massage her tits. Her hips began to thrust against her fingers and I began to masturbate to the same rhythm as her thrusts. Her eyes opened then, capturing my eyes as I watched her every move; her hands massaging her breasts and nipples, then as I kept talking to her, she began to play with her pussy, then she arched her back, pulling her legs up and wider and I want to climb on the bed and fuck her, not make love, just fuck her until be both come. Her fingers began to push inside of her soaking pussy and when I heard the sounds coming from her vagina as she pushed in and out, I couldn’t keep from standing, climbing on the bed and moving up to her and whispering to her that I wanted to make love to her. “What do you want?" I whispered to her and she said to me, "I want everything!" she said almost as one long word. My hands were holding her head and I kissed her as I moved between her outstretched legs. I felt her hand on my cock and then her fingers on the tip, gathering the first drops of cum. She brought her fingers to her lips and we kissed again, then she gathered her liquid and brought it to my lips, and I smelled her fingers and then kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on my lips. I so wanted to be inside of her that I asked her to put me inside. She put me at her soaking wet vagina and I pushed slowly, her cunt not yet stretched to accommodate my large cock. She was so lubricated that I was soon entering her, slowly feeling the fluttering of her muscles. I felt her orgasm begin before I was inside her fully and as she thrust up I rammed my engorged cock inside of her. I could only have just entered her when I felt my cum race up through my cock and empty into her, my lovemaking abandoned in favor of good old fashioned fucking. I spoke to her continuously and listened to our bodies as they slammed into each other. I said the words then, those words that I had vowed not to say to her but I don’t think she heard them, so intense were we that I barely realized I had said them.

I slipped out of her after a while, my cock soft and just laying there, sticky and wet as I lay down on my back, pulling her tightly to me. I kept my thoughts and feelings contained inside my heart, not wanting to jeopardize our relationship on true but mistimed speaking of that truth. Sunny sighed a few times, snuggled into me and we lay quietly until I felt her hand take my soft cock and balls and gently hold them. “What are you thinking right now Sunny, the first thing that pop’s into your mind?” Hoping she would say the words so that I could, she said, "I am thinking how good your cock would taste right now, so soft and covered with our juices." Disappointed at not hearing THE words, I opened my legs wide for her, already feeling my cock stir, just slightly and not even moving yet. “I’m yours, all yours” and I wish you would see that and release us from our bond. Instead I felt her lips slide down my cock, her tongue stroking the back side of my penis. I felt my cock getting harder, and my hips began to thrust up, pushing it deeper and deeper into her mouth as it grew harder and harder. I looked down at her and at my cock pushing in and out of her mouth.

She was devouring my swollen cock, and my hands held her head as I fucked her mouth, harder and faster, wanting to fuck her again. Roughly I pulled her off my eager cock and turned her over, yanking her hips up, her beautiful lush ass sticking up in the air. I put my cock at her vaginal lips and pushed in, not slowly and not gently this time. I was fucking her and then slowed down, bending over her back and lifting her tit, her hard nipple in my palm while I squeezed and kneaded her heavy pliant breast. My other hand went to her clit and began to rub in the same rhythm as my thrusts into her pussy.

I felt her hand then, interlocking with mine and joining with me. As we rubbed I felt her climax, her voice rising high into the rafters of the cabin. I heard another sound and realized it was mine as I growled out my satisfaction. Then, as I felt my balls retract, I felt her muscles tighten, then spasm as she climaxed. As I felt that I lost all hope of prolonging this for us and I shot my cum inside of her, feeling her fill up once again.

We lay there, thinking our thoughts and finally dozing, content, happy, and feeling the forbidden thoughts.

 

[Misty Knight]

And though I loved sucking his gorgeous cock, and feeling him thrusting deep inside my wet pussy, I think the feeling I enjoyed the most was afterwards, snuggled into his side, feeling his heart beating and heavy breathing beginning to slow to normal.....and the wonderful feeling of his cum slowly oozing from my swollen cunt lips. I would reach down and cup his sticky soft cock, and felt we owned each other - body and soul.

 

[Wicked Python]

As soon as I heard her breathing slow, then drop into the relaxed breathing of someone deep in sleep, I slowly got out of the bed and pulled on my jeans and socks and walked into the other room. I made a pot of coffee and poured a cup and walked to the big window and stared out. The snow had stopped but the sky was still gray, with some light patches. Sipping my coffee, my mind moved to Sunny, her smile and her touch, the feeling of her body beneath mine, on top of mine, her soft lips on mine.

I am always sure I am going to hurt her, but I never do. My feelings had changed drastically since a few short days ago, from tolerance through necessity to what? Love was the only word but until she said or did something to show she felt the same, I couldn't chance losing her by saying the words.

I turned, walking softly back into the bedroom, finding her exactly as I left her. Stripping again, I slid back into the bed and again wrapped her into my arms, pulling her body to mine, feeling her pulled up close to me, connecting our bodies together.

 

[Misty Knight]

I slept so deeply that night, something I hadn't done in months. Matt was behind me, his arm around my rib cage. I could feel his steady breath in my hair and I smiled. Watching the beautiful sunrise through the wall of windows, I wished the heavy snows would continue for weeks more. I didn't want this to end. I wrapped my arm over his, lacing my fingers through his which were lying cupped over my breast and went snuggly back to sleep.

Late in the morning, I smelled fresh coffee brewing and heard the soft clatte of pans. I quickly rose and showered. It was actually fun moving my stuff around his in the bath. Afterwards I dressed in a thick pair of sweats and three pair of sports socks and quickly joined him in the great smelling kitchen. I couldn't believe the breakfast he had prepared. It was excellent.

Matt was in a great mood and kept me laughing through breakfast and then talked me into being a sofa partner and watch movies from the cabinet full of DVDs. So we did. Up until the time we saw a particularly well done love scene in a movie, then his hands began to explore me. I smiled and let him.

 

[Wicked Python]

When I finally woke, the sun was shining and Sunny’s hand was laced into mine, gently holding her breast as she slept. Her body was tight up against mine and my soft cock was caught between us while I felt the warmth everywhere we touched.

I slid out of bed, trying not to disturb her, and showered and dressed in my old comfortable jeans, sweatshirt and socks. Walking into the kitchen, the first thing I noticed was the smell of overdone coffee. Making a fresh pot, I rummaged in the fridge and pulled out eggs, sausage, frozen hash browns and sour dough bread. Taking out the pans I would need and setting them on the stove, I put a platter in the stove to warm and walked softly down the hall and heard the shower running. Quickly I began breakfast and when I felt her arms surround my stomach and her body tight against mine, breakfast was ready.

I felt good! Even though the sun promised to continue I looked forward to today, a lazy do nothing day. Our breakfast was laced with laughter, me recalling jokes I had heard, as did she. I told her the story of my emancipation from my older sister when my parents were out of town and she of her experiences with 3 brothers and a sister. When we finished I talked her out of calling her office and to spending the afternoon watching movies from the well stocked cabinet. She snuggled into my arms and we just watched movies, comfortably.

When we were watching the Thomas Crown Affair, and the love scene in the hall and on the steps came on I moved my hands, without thinking, up under Sunny’s sweatshirt and down the front of her sweatpants and began to rub her clit, her pussy becoming wet and ready, her nipples hardening as I touched them. I realized what I was doing and went to move my hands and she said “NO, don’t stop, please.” I didn’t stop, nor did she and we never did see the end of the movie.

 

[Wicked Python]

Sunny and I stood together, my arms were wrapped tightly around her as we looked out the window of the cabin, both of us looking out towards the forest, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I had noticed the bare ground showing in spots and water dripping from the eaves. A wave of sadness came over me, and I involuntarily squeezed her tighter. Huskily I asked her, "Want some more coffee or something?" I heard her whisper, "Sure" and she squeezed my hand. I let her loose and moved off to get the coffee. As I entered the kitchen I thought I heard her say something and I stopped and turned. She was leaning against the window frame, her head leaning against the glass. I turned and went into the kitchen, grabbing two fresh cups and pouring the coffee, stopped and leaned against the counter for a moment. Finally I walked into the living room and walked up to her, handed her the coffee and stood next to her, watching this time together coming to a close. "SHIT", I thought, "what do I have to lose.”

“Sunny, I have to say something to you."

She turned and, as she did, the phone rang. She talked for a few minutes, then came to me and, keeping her eyes down, she said, "I have to get back to Seattle, they've been trying to reach me for two days. The old man wants to talk to me." She turned and walked back towards her room to pack. I followed to talk to her and as I walked into the room, she flew into my arms, hugging me and kissing me.

 

[Misty Knight]

Madison "Sunny" Autry

The thought of leaving him has me feeling like a love-sick puppy instead of the 44 year-old I am. I am scared, anxious, and feeling foolish! Why do I want him so badly? Why is my heart pounding so wildly? No other man has ever affected me this way. I learned long ago that an intimate relationship, at its best, was meant to satisfy and provide pleasure but would soon pass when the newness wore off. Rationally, I was telling myself that the newness had not yet worn off this relationship and that is why I felt so badly.

My heart was telling me something far different. It hit me like a ton of bricks....I wanted him, forever and permanently and just for myself. But was it even possible? In the last 5 days, we had made love lustfully, passionately, tenderly, wantonly and lovingly gentle. We had told each other all about our careers, about our childhoods, about the weird or eccentric people in our families. But we never once discussed “significant other” relationships. Was he married or divorced; was he sleeping with 2 or 20? Neither of us had been forthcoming about our sexual lives.

Being this close to him shook my resolve on every level! I was holding myself stiff enough to crack yet he seemed loose and relaxed, letting his arms and hands hold me softly. I laid my head on his shoulder, my nose buried into his neck, and inhaled deeply. I wanted to remember his clean masculine scent, the strength in his shoulders and arms, the way he felt holding me. The heat radiating from him caused my heart to thunder wildly and I knew I wanted to make love to him one more time.

Pushing away from him, I clumsily unfastened his jeans, letting my hand slip inside to caress his soft cock. In the next instant, his mouth was covering mine. I noticed then that his hands were trembling as he began to touch me. My clothes seem to slide freely away and his mouth was locked on first one nipple and then the other as he pulled us to the bed.

Impatiently, he pushed my suitcase off the bed, and pulled me down along side of him, kissing me while his fingers stroked my swollen clit and already wet opening. In moments, I was on my back, my legs opened widely and whispering his name repeatedly. I wanted him hard and quickly, full of passion. I arched my back, moaned, moved my hips as he watched, his brown eyes taking in each movement.

Finally he shifted himself over me, and I lifted my legs and opened them wider in invitation to him. But the more I moved, the slower and more gentle he became. I thought he was moving in slow motion! He opened my cunt with his thumbs, viewing all that he wanted before placing the head of his cock just inside. He moved up and settled over me. I thrust my hips up to him just as he was about to push into me, and I groaned in satisfaction as he embedded himself as deeply as possible inside me.

Our kisses were passionate and we whispered erotically to each other as all the sensations took over. His rhythmic pumping, fingers caressing and probing had turned me into a wet and liquid center for his cock. As he rearranged my legs, I could feel his balls pounding against my cunt lips as he strove for the deepest penetration.

I felt the groan deep inside myself and knew I was about to come but then I felt him stiffening and felt him coming along with me. I wanted to remember every thrust and every whisper, each sigh of pleasure from a deep stroke of his cock. I wanted to remember each shuddering spurt of cum from him - how it filled me and made me his.

We didn’t move for a very long time afterwards, nor did we speak. I simply wanted to lie there and feel his softness still inside me, feel our breathing slowly returning to normal. Finally, he slipped off me, and we quietly held each other. But hearing the chiming of the antique clock, I knew I had to get down the mountain before the temperature could drop with the night and possibly freeze my car in.

Avoiding eye contact with Matt, I quickly dressed, not even cleaning away his ejaculate. I wanted to keep that next to me for as long as possible. As I uncharacteristically stuffed my things back into my suitcase, he pulled his clothes back on. “Let me help you.....” he started to say.

But I suddenly had my “professional-woman-can-do-everything” personality back in place and snapped “I have it. Thanks anyway.” I rushed from the cabin, hoping he would not run after me. I didn’t want him to see my tears at leaving. As I drove down the mountain side, I fingered the business card inside my jacket pocket. We had professionally exchanged business cards as I tried to pack earlier in the day. The best relationship, personal and sexual, of my life was now reduced to a business card!

 

[Wicked Python]

Matthew "Matt" Yeager

“God I hate this! I don’t want to say goodbye. Fuck, why am I.” Thoughts ran through my head as I had this woman wrapped up in my arms. Holding her is the only reason I’m not shaking out of my shoes. I could feel her trembling yet I could only stand there holding her, on the outside calm and relaxed, on the inside jelly, all collapsing towards my feet. I could feel Sunny’s body trembling, but I was afraid to look, for fear it was laughter. Then she laid her head into the crook of my shoulder, and she smelled so feminine, the aroma of her shampoo, the fresh clean scent of her body.

Suddenly she pulled away and I panicked, afraid this was it and I was so delighted when she began to unbutton and unzip my jeans. Her hand engulfed my soft cock, which instantly began to stir, and I pulled her sweats off of her, unable if I had to to describe how both our clothes came off. My mouth found hers; my hands shakily roamed her upright body. Sunny’s arms went around my neck and her legs around my waist and we still kissed, my erect cock touching her pussy lips, the head of my cock sending vibrations to my very soul.

My mouth found her nipples and areoles, and I sucked one, then the other, over and over and finally I moved to the bed and, letting Sunny down, pushing her suitcase off the bed and laying her down. I layed down next to her, marveling in her beauty, wondering how I ever found this woman, and I realized at that moment that I did not want her to leave. My hands began to move on their own, stroking her face, then her lush tits. As I touched her swollen wet pussy, she rolled to her back and spread her legs for me, arching her hips and calling me to enter her. I didn’t want to, I wanted this time to last, but as I watched her my body took over for my mind and the aroma of her sex wafted up to me and I was lost to her.

I rose over her and she began to gyrate for me, begging me to enter, each time more urgently than the last, but the faster she wanted it, the slower I did. I did all I could do, slowed my pace, and made my kisses less urgent. I even explored her, finally opening her pussy lips and gazing longingly at the pink tissue and wetness that was there. I couldn’t stop myself then and as I lowered my cock to Sunny’s pussy, she thrust up to meet me and I was embedded deeply inside of her. She began to whisper to me, and I to her, all the things we wanted to do to each other, and kisses that belayed our wanting to prolong this last fuck before she left, possibly for good, and left me alone.

We pounded each other’s bodies, my cock slamming into her, my balls hitting her, the slap of our wet cock and pussy ramming into each other, and her cunt muscles grabbing at my engorged cock. Within too short a time I heard Sunny as she was reaching her climax and I had to go with her. I released all my mental locks on my cock and felt her pussy vibrate beneath me as I exploded inside of her, the cum spraying back over my cock. She suddenly slowed, and I matched her, thrust for slow thrust. It was as if she was trying to prolong our fuck and that was good, because I never wanted to pull out of her.

As I emptied myself into her we slowed and then stopped moving, me lying atop her, supporting myself on my arms and legs. Her arms encircled me and I thought fleetingly that she was changing her mind. I slid off of her and pulled her to my side and we lay there and kissed a little, but mostly just held onto each other. The antique clock chimed 3:00pm and Sunny jumped up, saying that she had better get down the mountain before the frost made it impossible to travel. She quickly jumped up and dressed, facing away, almost shyly hiding from me. Lifting her suitcase to the bed, she tossed her clothes in and slammed it shut. I dressed hurriedly, telling her I would carry her suitcase to the car but she didn’t even turn, just said, “No thanks, I’ll take care of it,” and walked into the living room. She put on her coat, then knit cap and turned to me, kissing me on the cheek, grabbing her suitcase and almost running out the door.

I watched her as she climbed into her SUV and start it. (Damn stupid of me to go out earlier and make sure it still started.) As she drove away I watched her until she was gone from sight and I shut the door. I took her card from the counter top where I had dropped it. I knew it by heart but it was somehow comforting to hold it in my hand.

I wandered aimlessly the rest of the evening and most of the next day. I guess with the phone service being restored that signaled open season on this cabins phone. I got three different calls from my sister, my aunt, and my broker. Then I quit answering, letting the machine pick it up. Finally about 4:30 in the afternoon Marti called, sounding relieved that I was still alive. She had heard that it was a bad storm, but I think she wanted to make sure I was alive enough to repay the advance. I told her that I would be leaving here by the weekend, about 10 days early, with the completed outline and 16 completed chapters. I almost heard her faint but she recovered and arranged to have dinner with me on Sunday.

I called Odyssey and told them I had a completed manuscript for them as Eva Thorn and they arranged for a messenger to pick it up on Monday. That accomplished, I grabbed a couple of bottles of wine in an ice bucket, shut off all the lights and sat facing the window, sipping the wine and watching Sunny leave, over and over again. Every once in a while I would lift and sniff the pillow with her perfume on it, smile and then and take another drink.




Two Weeks Later, Matt’s house, high into the hills above Bloomington, outside of Minneapolis, the air frigid and he still wandering from room to room of the big glass and chrome house, once his favorite, now finding fault in everything, from the lack of stone fireplace to cozy rugs and quilts. He had called his broker that morning and put the house up for sale, telling her to find him a house that was really a house, further up in the hills.

Marti had called, the publisher loved “Pinnacles of Escape” and it would be published in June. They wanted him to begin traveling in April, promoting the book. A movie contract had been signed as well but he had insisted on one stipulation; he wanted a small advertising agency in Seattle to handle the publicity. For this he had to accept a condition that if the small agency didn’t work out, they had could use an agency of their choice. He had readily agreed knowing Sunny’s agency could handle it. Smiling to himself, he knew from experience that he would have to spend time with the agency people to work everything out.

 

[Misty Knight]

Madison "Sunny" Autry

It had been a month since Madison had returned to Seattle. Her confrontation with the elderly client had not gone well. She did as Matt suggested and told the old man client that she wasn’t changing her company on his instructions. His product sales had tripled since her firm took his advertising requirements and showed significant increases every year since. Basically, she had told him to let her do what he paid her to do or take his business elsewhere. He took his business elsewhere.

It meant she would have to let people go. It had almost crushed her. But instead, her employees had made a counter offer. Let them help her make sales calls to drum up new business. As they got replacement contracts, she could start paying them again. She had agreed. It had never occurred to her that her employees trusted her as much as they did. In that month, they had surprised her by pulling in enough smaller contracts to offset the loss of the one large contract. But she had also not withheld money from them. Instead she had put all her personal assets up as collateral for bank loan so that her employees wouldn’t suffer because of her mistake.

During that month, she had looked at the phone hundreds of times to call him - not the old man client but Matt. She always talked herself out of it. And, unable to get him from her mind, she had used the memories of their lovemaking to masturbate two, sometimes three times, per day. Initially, it had helped to relax her to face real life problems, but eventually she tired of the self satisfaction and all together quit.

“Madison” the secretary’s voice came across the speaker. “You have a call from Mr. Cavanaugh at Tri-Pictures Movies.” Madison wasn’t sure who it was but took the call. He was offering her an advertising contract for a new movie in pre-production. They scheduled their initial meeting. As she hung up, she wondered how the hell he had heard of her small Seattle firm.

 

[Wicked Python]

Matthew "Matt" Yeager

“Dammit Marti, I just moved in here, an hour and an half ago. You can’t expect me to drop everything and run to Chicago.”

“Yes I can Matt,” Marti said, “this is the Producer and Director of the movie. They want to meet to go over changes that are needed.”

“NO Marti, not a chance. This book is not being turned into another ‘Love the title, hate the story’ movie. It goes as it was written or I’ll go to court.”

“Matt, they have to shorten it, that’s it. It’s not ‘Close Encounters’; it can’t sustain a 3-hour audience. They need to cut 45 minutes from the movie, that’s it.” She pleaded, “Please Matt.”

He had thought for a few minutes, listening to Marti breathe into the phone, “OK, I’ll catch the shuttle as soon as I can. I’ll see you at Buddy Guy’s tomorrow night.”

He heard Marti sigh in relief, and then they talked for a few more minutes until he told her he had to make the shuttle arrangements. As he hung up he smiled widely and looked around at the mess. His old house had sold in the first week and he had luckily found this “Cabin” less than two weeks after he had begun looking. He had sold the old place with most of the furnishings, except for a few things he didn’t feel he could part with.

He had furnished this place with rugs, old looking comfortable furniture, and a gourmet kitchen. After making arrangements for the United Shuttle, he went to the desk and picked up the phone, dialing 206- 464 and stopped, again. He had done this so many times he thought his fingers had a mind of their own. He had dated some in the month he had been back, one woman he had been dating rather steadily before he had gone to the cabin to write. He had thought he would make it more permanent when he got back but after going out with her and fucking her, he had compared her to Sunny and she failed. She had felt something was missing and confronted him. Needless to say she asked him to lose her phone number.

The phone rang and, when he answered, there was silence, he said “Hello” several times and finally hung up. Picking up the phone he dialed *69 and heard the phone ring, then hung up on the second ring, a feeling that he should let it go through, but afraid to.

 

[Misty Knight]

Madison "Sunny" Autry

Madison dumped her luggage in the small room, sighing over the definite sag in the double bed's mattress. But the room seemed clean and she sat on the edge of the bed. "What the hell am I doing? I will screw this up for sure!" she mumbled. She had found the most inexpensive hotel in Chicago but still in a safe part of town. After all, she had to watch her expenses until she got her feet firmly planted in this new contract. Then she would splurge a little.

She was supposed to meet a lady named Marti at someplace called "Buddy Guy’s" at 7:30pm. It was only 3pm. She laid back and rested, waking from her catnap at 6pm. She showered, put on her business type makeup and a nice business suit. She called for a cab and took it across town to the trendy spot. At the front desk she asked for "Marti" and was led through towards the back. At least the drone of noise was lessening.

A nice looking woman was facing her, and the back of a man was towards her. "Are you Marti?" Madison asked shyly.

"SUNNY?" Matt asked in shock as he slid from the table to face her.

"Matt?" She looked from him to Marti and back to Matt, finding him smiling at her. He was looking at her like he could consume her in one gulp. "What is this about?" she asked suspiciously. But already, in her mind, she was ripping his clothes off and fucking his brains out.

 

[Wicked Python]

Matthew "Matt" Yeager

I pulled up in front of Buddy Guy’s in the taxi and said, much louder than I had expected to, “What the fuck did they do to this place?”

The cabbie, an old timer, said sarcastically, “The yuppies turned it into a “trendy place” and totally screwed it up.”

I almost told the cabbie to forget it, take me back to my hotel when I thought better of it. “Shit, I bet they don’t even have the old blues bands playing here anymore, do they?”

“No man, they surely don’t.”

FUCK!

I walked in the door and spied Marti at the bar and waved. She walked over and the hostess sat us at a table towards the back, where the din was almost tolerable. “Why didn’t you tell me about this place? We had some really fantastic evenings here.” Marti replied that I had to see it for myself. But the Hollywood contingent was thrilled and would be here in about ½ hour.

"Are you Marti?" a so familiar voice asked shyly.

I jumped up, almost toppling the chair and swung around and faced Sunny. Sunny was confused, as was he, but with both of them looking at her, Marti confessed to them both.

“I couldn’t figure out why Matt wanted your agency so bad that he would jeopardize the movie contract so I did some investigating. You own the cabin he stayed in to get away from everyone, especially me,” she said winking at Matt, “ and some deeper digging showed that you had just come back from being snowed in at the same time, in your cabin in Western Canada. All of that a happening and then the demand for her agency a coincidence, I certainly think not. Now, I need to go look for the two Hollywood freaks, excuse me please. OH, will you two please close your mouths, kiss and then sit down. People are starting to stare at the two of you, and me.”

With that, Marti walked towards the bar chuckling, and left the two of us alone. I did as I was told, pulling Sunny into an embrace that almost knocked the wind out of her, then I kissed her, so suggestively and passionately, that I felt my cock stirring and, if I could have, I would have taken her from there to my hotel and made love to her all night. It certainly would have been better than jacking off to her picture on her web site. Neither of us talked, we simply stared at each other and held hands.

 

[Misty Knight]

Madison "Sunny" Autry

I sat there throughout the meeting, only half way listening to the Hollywood execs, but fully aware of Matt's leg pressing against mine, his hand lying comfortably and possessively on my thigh. I just wanted to scream that this meeting needed to be over with. My head was full of images of Matt and me fucking and sucking passionately. Though I could tell, as far as Matt was concerned, this was a legitimate meeting to get his ideas across.

I sat and listened as close as possible, though a squeeze from his fingers or a caress would be enough to pull my attention away. THen suddenly it was over, people were standing and shaking, saying their goodbyes.

It was only a short while later, that Matt and I were stepping off the elevator at his penthouse hotel suite and my mouth dropped open at the opulence.

"What I have been missing." Matt sighed softly behind me, as his hands caressed my hips and waist. I turned in his arms and before I could ask, he kissed me deep and passionately, his strong arms around me, pulling me to him. I had my arms around his neck and kissing back every bit as passionately as he.

I pushed him away for a moment, seeing the look of concern, but I only smiled and quickly undid the zipper of my dress and hooks of my bra. I let everything slide to the floor except for my bikini panties. I moved slowly and seductively and got onto the bed. I got on my knees and elbows, and began to make suggestive movements with my hips as my breasts hung free below me.

I wanted him so damned fiercely, that I was hoping he would take me fast and lustfully. I wanted to feel his hard cock and its large head burying inside me. I wanted to feel his balls bouncing against my clit, and I wanted to feel his massive amount of cum filling me to the point that it would drain down my thighs afterwards.

"Please Matt, please fuck me!" the voice that was supposed to sound seductive, sounded only pathetically pleading to my ears.

 

[Misty Knight]

I couldn't believe the groans and moans coming from me! I wanted him fast and lustfully, and I was begging him for it! "Matt, please fuck me! Please, now!"

Yet, he seem to be moving in slow motion. His eyes were centered on me as he took in every muscle movement. I arched my back and dipped my breasts to the sheet. Then I turned over, stretching my legs as far apart as I could. As I arched my pelvis towards him, my hands cradled my breasts for him as I flicked my tongue to caress each nipple. I could feel how wet my bikini panties were, but instead of the smile I expected, Matt's jaw was clenching. I realized that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

Abruptly I sat up and reached for him. He was already out of the business jacket and shirt, and undoing his slacks so I concentrated on pulling his hard cock out for my enjoyment. Immediately, I dipped my head to taste him, and actually sighed in relief when it was as good as I remembered. I could feel his hands in my hair, holding me to him momentarily.

I licked slowly around the head and rim, savoring his thickness and the pulsing I could feel. Already, a tiny crystal drop of fluid appeared which I hungrily took. My other hand grasped his balls, massaging and gently pulling and milking on him.

He finally kicked clear of the remainder of his clothing, and he gently pushed me onto my back. His fingers teased the inside leg openings of my panties and then impatiently ripped them from me, holding the wetness up for both of us to see. I giggled and he smiled as he began to slip onto the bed with me.

 

[Wicked Python]

Matthew "Matt" Yeager

I didn't know how much I missed Sunny until I saw her standing there in front of me, looking as beautiful as she did the last day I had seen her. She smiled at me and I knew then that we would have this night together and, if I could have, I would have grabbed her hand and pulled her out of that place and dragged her back to my hotel. I glanced at Marti and she was smiling broadly, enjoying my discomfort, but I looked at her and silently mouthed "Thank You" to her. We sat and almost immediately I felt Sunny's hand on my thigh, the length of her leg pressed against mine. I returned the pressure and pushed up her skirt, laying my hand high up her thigh, rubbing and squeezing the thin material of her panty hose, the silky feeling arousing me, which Sunny knew immediately when she moved her hand up..

I concentrated as best I could on what the two Hollywood types had to say, but it was extremely difficult. Sunny's hand was constantly in motion, stopping and moving only when our meals came. I knew Marti would have her recorder going to take everything these two said. It was finally over, the handshakes done and good-byes said, I kissed Marti on the cheek, told her I would call in the morning and pulled Sunny out of the restaurant. They had arranged for a limo and as soon as the door shut and the privacy panel was raised, we were all over each other. "Whoa Kevin," Sunny said and I had no clue to what she was talking about.

Sunny, noticing my confusion, said, "Limo love scene in No Way Out."

"Ahhhhh, yes." I answered. Since we weren't that far from my hotel, we confined ourselves to heated kissing and touchy-feely. As soon as we entered my penthouse suite (the Hollywood types had also insisted on this) Sunny took it in and said something I didn’t catch because I was concentrating on her, putting my hands on her hips and around her waist when she turned in my arms and I kissed her, hard and passionately. Sunny’s arms circled my neck, kissing me back with her mouth open and our tongues fighting for the others.

Suddenly she pushed away from me and my mouth must have dropped open but she almost immediately smiled and reached behind herself and pulled down her zipper, unhooked her bra and let them drop to the floor. There is no graceful way to take off panty hose but she managed it and soon she was standing in front of me in only her panties. She walked away from me, her ass swaying suggestively and my cock was hardening fast and pressing against my zipper. She climbed up on the bed, onto her elbows and knees, her large beautiful breasts hanging below her and swaying as she seductively rotated her hips and ass.
"Please Matt, please fuck me!"

I heard it, almost from a distance it was so soft, and wanted to shed my clothes, rip off her panties and ram my engorged cock into her soaking pussy. But all I could do was watch her, her sinuous movements and her enticing actions were riveting me in place. When she rolled to her back and spread her legs I saw how wet her panties were and then she held her large heavy breasts up and licked them. I couldn’t watch anymore and I began to strip off my clothing, my jacket and shirt were thrown over a chair and I kicked off my shoes and shed my sox. Sunny was watching my impromptu strip and licking her lips. She came to the edge of the bed as I came towards it and, as I unbuttoned and unzipped my slacks, she reached in and grabbed my cock, pushing my shorts and slacks down, dipping her head to my cock.

My hands went to her head, pulling her mouth totally onto my waiting cock, my hips thrusting it deeply into her. I kicked the rest of my clothes away while I watch her head moving up and down my shaft and her hands cupping and massaging my balls. I pulled out of her mouth reluctantly, not wanting a blowjob as the first release we have together after all this time. I gently lay her back and reach into her panties and tease her swollen pussy lips and clit for a few seconds and pull her panties off roughly, feeling how wet they are. Holding them up Sunny began to laugh at how wet they were, and I smiled as I slid into the bed with her.

Sunny was all over me, and I her. My hands found every familiar spot, and I did something I just didn’t like to do, I turned over and straddled her lower leg, took my cock and pushed it into her soaking waiting pussy. I held her leg up over my shoulder and began to pump into her, my hands on her tits, massaging and teasing her magnificent tits while my other hand did the same with her perfect ass. As I knew it would, I sped up and felt her pussy begin to vibrate and, as it did, I felt my cum racing up my cock and, as we called out each others names, I exploded into her, my cum bouncing off her vaginal walls and spraying back to my cock. My release was total, my fluids and my energy, were no longer part of my body.

I fell off Sunny, laying on my side and staring at the woman I loved, but wouldn’t tell for fear of scaring her away, and said the words over and over, my mind screaming them out, my lips not moving. I promised myself that I would have a huge bouquet of flowers delivered to Marti in the morning for bringing Sunny back to me, if only temporarily. I reached out to her and drew her to me, engulfing her in my arms. I felt her hand grasping my soft, but wet and sticky cock and then the soft touch of her lips on mine. It would be a long and sex filled night, and maybe before it was over I would be able to admit my true feelings.

 

[Misty Knight]

I simply had to cup his sticky softening cock and hairy balls. I felt as if I owned him when I could claim his cock covered in my cunt juices. Kissing him first slowly, then with more passion, I began to scoot down the bed, kissing his stomach, then his thick pubic hair with the beautiful cock prize in the center.

I slowly jack his now soft cock with my fingers, feeling a tight surge rush through him as I smile. I lower my head and suck him in. I tighten my lips and suck deeply, literally pulling him back into an erection. Quickly it becomes rock hard in my wet mouth. I wasted no time. I straddled him, holding his cock to my slick cunt, and ram myself down over him, feeling the thick head spreading my tissues for the rest of him to follow in. We began a heated rhythm of fucking. His heels were buried into the mattress, giving his hips the necessity thrust to bury himself into my cunt in long pistonlike plunges. The bulbous head keeps pounding into the end of my pussy, stretching me and filling me again and again.

Each time he rammed into me, I could feel him inside and out...the way my cunt walls sucked at him, the way my clit throbbed for more, my breasts bouncing in coordination to his thrusts. I started to come, climax after climax as he kept thrashing inside me, watching my face, gripping my hips. It was if he had some goal to to fuck me until I would beg him to stop. I had no plans to ask or beg him to stop fucking me.

But I also wanted to see the look on his face as he came hard inside me. I used my cunt muscles, clamping down on his cock head hard and repeatedly, as my ass slammed down against his balls. We could both hear that wet squishing sound of wet cunt being pounded by hard cock, as well as the softer cock-in-cunt slaps of flesh against flesh.

With quick efficiency, he rolled me off him, turned me, and jerked my hips up to meet his thrusts. Just that quickly he was behind me, thrusting downward, getting every possible inch into my wet hole. He reached around and took my swollen hard clit and began to manipulate it as well. I was a thrashing, bouncing, heaving hole for his cock until we both exploded together. As my climaxing finally passed, he started to withdraw but just the friction of his semi-hard cock sent shivers through my cunt, and I knew it wouldn't take him long to find another way to send me off into another series of climaxes.

 

[Wicked Python]

I was totally spent, at least I thought was until Sunny began to jack me off. I smiled to myself, knowing there was no way in hell she would get me up again so soon, but it felt good so I wasn’t abou to tell her. As I continued to kiss her I touched her body, her magnificent tits and her soaking wet pussy. She moved then, sliding down the bed, kissing my chest, my belly, then my pubic hair. Again I smiled knowing my cock would stay limp no matter what she tried. She continued to jack me off and suddenly I felt a stir in my cock. It was as if I threw a switch, Sunny began to suck my cock deep into her mouth and I felt it do more than stir , now it began to rise up, almost straight up it stood and Sunny straddled me, dropping her sweet cunt down on me and, despite how impossible I knew it was, I began to ram it into her as she moved up and down, matching me stroke for stroke.

I rammed up into her, harder and faster and the sounds we made, the slapping of our bodies meeting and the passionate sounds and words from both of us rose higher and higher. I stared at her tits, bouncing wildly as we met and holding her hips, feeling her move until I felt her muscles spasm, gripping and loosing as she came, but I just kept ramming into her, feeling several more orgasms. Without thinking I pulled out of her, her angry scream replaced by a loud moan as I flipped her over and rammed back into her, feeling her insides as I slammed into her. I bent over her back, reaching her clit and rubbing it, my middle fingers surrounding it and squeezing as I moved them in circles, straight lines and any way I could. Sunny thrashed at me, her beautiful ass ramming into my body as I rammed into her, hard and fast. I felt her come again, and then again until I felt my balls retreat, and I felt her cunt begin to vibrate and I increased my hold on her clit, and as my cum burst into her waiting pussy, I felt her muscles tighten on me, holding me, almost as if she wanted me to stay there forever.

She loosened and I pulled out slowly, feeling her body tremble beneath me, and I again rolled off of her, this time pulling her atop me, her legs straddling my groin so that her pussy was pressing down on my soft cock. My hands laid across her lush ass and, as I pushed down with my hands as I thrust my hips up and my soft cock rammed into her clit, bringing a cry from her lips as she came once again. Then she collapsed on me, rolling to my side, her leg across mine, cum dripping down my leg.

I lay there, panting and listening to my heart slow down, until finally I was relaxed, my breathing normal and Sunny’s breath slow and regular. I let my mind wander, to the future, to the past, and back to the present. Making a decision, I slid out from the bed, careful to not disturb her and went over to the bar, getting a beer from the fridge. As I walked back to the chair by the bed, I sat and stared at Sunny, totally relaxed and sleeping. I sipped the beer and watched her. My reverie was invaded by the loud ringing of the phone, I reached across to the table and grabbed it up and looked at Sunny. She was stirring and I was cursing myself for not having the phone turned off.

“Hello”
“Matt?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“Steven, from the studio.”
“What do you want, I was sound asleep.”
“I have the head of production on the line, he wants to conference you in. It’s about the revisions you suggested. There are a few he won’t go for.”
“I told you, you aren’t buying the title, the story stays as is or …..”
I felt Sunny’s lips on my thighs, looking down I shook my head no and she just smiled up and me and….

 

[Misty Knight]

I wrapped my hands behind his hips and yanked his hips forward until just the back of his ass sat on the chair. I pushed his knees wide open and knelt between them. As he spoke to the movie executives via phone, about their disagreements, I smiled up at Matt sheepishly. I began to lick his cock, getting all of our combined come off him. Then I locked my lips around him and began to suck my way to the base. His free hand went to my head, holding me steady so that I would not draw away. His hips pushed and shoved and bounced as his gorgeous cock plowed its way down my throat. I sucked harded than I ever had before, allowing my hands to knead and massage his large furred balls.

Dropping one hand, I wet my fingers in my own cunt juice mixed with his come, and brought it tentatively to his small hole. Very slowly and very seductively, I began to massage the wetness into the tight confines of his ass. He nodded "no" as he still focused and argued with the Hollywood people. But I applied my very best cock sucking techniques. Then as gentle as possible, I slowly began to press my long finger into his tight muscle.

My tonge flashed and circled around the head, tasting both of our juices mingled from before, sucking the large headed cock into my throat just as I slowly pushed my longer finger inside. About 3 inches in, I felt it - the small size of a nut, the gland that gave men that "too die for" climax. I waited until I planned a deep suckle and then in conjuction, I wiggled that gland. I thought Matt was going to rocket out of the chair and the conversation as he cock began to squirt volumes of nice thick come into my throat. I swallowed quickly, continuing to diddle the gland inside him. I had no idea what he said to the movie execs, only that he got off the phone with them quickly.

He pulled me up and literally tossed me on the bed, burying his face in my soaking wet cunt. I smiled and leaned back, opening my legs as wide as possible because I think I had just given him the best damned climax of his life. But he then gave me one I would not soon forget!

 

[Wicked Python]

Matthew "Matt" Yeager

I kept shaking my head no to Sunny, and I tried to stand to move away but her hands on my hips kept me in place and pulled me forward to the edge of the chair. I looked down at her to again stop her but the look on her face made me smile and then she began to lick my soft cock. It was not soft for long and I think I only pretended to listen to the Hollywood freaks, because I’m not sure what they said, or what I answered after the initial comments. I couldn’t help moving my free hand to her head, holding her head on my thrusting cock, the roughness of her throat on the sensitive head of my cock drove me to thrust hard, fast and to the point where I thought I would hurt her.

When I felt her finger begin to explore my asshole I emphatically shook my head no, while trying to figure out what this asshole actually wanted. Suddenly I felt Sunny’s finger entering my small entrance and pressing my gland, at the same time she sucked and my body responded, as it seemed it never had before. I told the freak to call Marti and set up an appointment and I would meet with them tomorrow, or the next day and slammed the phone down. I emptied myself into Sunny’s mouth, and it kept coming and coming, seeming to be supplied by an endless reservoir.

As I got my breath back I stood suddenly, pulling Sunny up kissing her hard and then pushing her back onto the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. I knelt and pushed her legs up, spreading them as wide as I could, staring at her swollen leaking pussy, juices and cum sliding out, and onto my waiting fingers. I sat up and licked my fingers, then put them up for her to lick the juices off. The thick fluid continued to run out of her cunt down the center of her ass. I took more and spread it over her tits, covering them with the thick liquid, hearing her raised moans as I played with her rock hard nipples. I raised her legs again, higher than before and wider, exposing her swollen pussy lips to me, as well as her small opening, covered with our combined juices. Holding her legs up, I dipped to her, my tongue licking the fluid from her ass, letting her legs down very, very slowly, my tongue pushing and, when it reached her anus, I pushed hard, then brought my finger up and pushed into her, feeling her tighten down on me and her voice growing as I pushed in and out.

Letting go of her legs, I lowered my head to her pussy and began to lick and suck her swollen clit. She was so on edge that she came almost as soon as my tongue touched her. I began to push at her clit in rhythm to my finger, her hips matching our rhythm. She comes hard then, but I don’t let up, keeping my hands and mouth going, feeling her almost continuous orgasms. Finally I slowed, then stopped, exhausted and about to collapse on the floor. Pulling myself up, I collapsed on the bed next to Sunny. I slid up to the pillows, then pulled her up to me. I managed to kiss her once and then let my head drop to the pillows, dozing almost immediately.

 

[Misty Knight]

Madison "Sunny" Autry

I woke feeling sated and more than a bit concerned. I had let my sexual desire for Matt color my perception about this contract.

I was snuggled into him, feeling his body molded the length of my back. I could feel his soft sticky cock resting between the warm halves of my ass. And though I loved being with him, and I certainly adored making love with him in anyway he wanted, I knew I couldn't handle this contract for his movie deal.

I had fallen in love with him back at the cabin so many weeks earlier. We had talked about everything there. I knew just how important his books were to him. He had taken mere scraps of an idea, formed them, nurtured them and had a lot riding on the success of this movie. If the movie was done right, and the media advertising was done correctly, he stood to make a bloody fortune. I was not up to the task. He needed someone with far more experience and far more specialized staff than what I brought to the arrangement.

Softly and slowly I loosen myself from his embrace and slipped from bed. Slipping on the only robe I could find, his, I sat down at the beautiful carved desk next to the penthouse's balcony window. Using the expensive stationary provided for the guest, I drafted out my thoughts on why I could not be a part of this project with him. I cried softly all the way through the letter. But I meant every word. If it had been someone other than Matt, someone I didn't love, I would have taken the contract. I probably would have fail at it since it was far outside my advertising expertise but I would have given it my best try. But because it was Matt and I loved him, I couldn't allow my inexperience be the weak link in the production of his movie. I finished the letter, reread it, then signed my name with my customary flourish.

Quietly, I slipped out of his robe and slipped on my clothes from the previous night. I was out of his room and hailing a cab on the street below long before he would be awake. I knew he could sue me for breach of contract, but I was hoping he would understand my reasons listed in the note.

I arrived at my rundown hotel, quickly repacked what little I had unpacked and left in the same cab, headed for the airport. I was going home to Seattle to my small time business where I did feel adequate.

I felt like I had just made the best and worst decision of my life. The best decision was leaving Matt to find someone more qualified to handle his movie media. The worst decision was leaving Matt without telling him I loved him. But I also knew if I told him I had fallen in love with him, it would make things for complicated for him. With his favorite book going into production for a mega-movie production, he didn't need an emotional female distracting him.

 

[Wicked Python]

“Dearest Matt,” it began, “yada, yada, yada,” then her reasons for not staying and for not doing the job. After reading the note for the third or fourth time, I dropped it into the trash and sat heavily in the chair next to the bed. The first thoughts I had were not nice, filled with lots of cunts and bitches. Then I tried to understand why she left, why she reneged on the contract, and then I stood and paced and swore some more and picked up the phone.

“Marti, yes, I’ll be ready for a lunch meeting. Jesus, can’t these people conduct business without food in their mouth? Yes, it was an incredible night, yes, she is, no, I wasn’t going to, DAMN Marti, she left. She left a note with some bullshit about not being able to fulfill the contract, not having an adequate background, and a bunch of other crap. WHAT? Of course they can, that was our deal, they can handle the advertising. YES MARTI, I KNOW THEY WILL SUE HER FUCKING ASS FOR BREACH OF CONTRACT. Sorry, didn’t mean to shout. One thing though, and I want this in writing, when they win, I want the following stipulations put into the settlement.”

I told her then, exactly what I wanted and then hung up. I called up room service and then ran into the shower, all of the stickiness and memories washed down the drain. As I dried and got ready to meet the freaks, I opened the small box, stared at its contents and then tossed it back into the drawer.

Well, maybe I’ll be able to use it someday. I walked out of the suite and went down to the restaurant. Before I saw them I heard them, tempted to turn and walk away. The meeting went as I assumed it would, but I won in the end. I made some changes that I knew needed to be made, didn’t make others that I didn’t want to make, which I suspected they threw in to make me feel like I had won. As I also knew, Steven, using his cell phone, called the studio legal department. I took the phone from him when he offered it and I spoke to someone who was barely old enough to be my daughter.

I told her what my stipulations were, she talked some bullshit lawyerese and I calmly said, “Look KID, just do as I ask or I will pull my prima-donna act and you will end up working for a street corner law clinic and living in your parents house.” I handed the phone back, complaining about a headache and excused myself, telling them I was headed back to Minnesota as soon as I could book a flight. As I exited the elevator I could smell a light fragrance in the air and I ran into the main room, almost knocking over the maid as she sprayed a light smelling room deodorant around the room.

I was on a commuter flight about three hours later, determined to put all this behind me and get on with my life. When I walked into my house I looked around and then walked to the phone. There were 7 messages, the first from one of the Sci Fi channels talk shows. I wrote the number down and made a note for Marti to call them. Then a couple of inane calls from people I had no desire to talk to, then 3 hang-ups, the last one having airport noises in the background. Then the studio lawyer child called me, agreeing to everything and telling me that a messenger would be coming by to get me to sign the agreement.

The next month flew by; I seemed to be either on a plane or in front of a camera for the entire month. The book was selling big time, already exceeding all my other books, combined. And I had just gotten a call from the studio lawyer; I was to be in Los Angeles in three days for a deposition in the lawsuit against Sunny’s agency. I was not looking forward to this, but knew it had to be done.

A few days later I walked into our lawyer’s Century City office and came face to face with Sunny. “Hello Madison, how are you?”

 

[Misty Knight]

Madison "Sunny" Autry

Madison sat nervously in the legal office at Century City. Her lawyer, an old friend of her family’s, sat beside her. Her lawyer was inexpensively dressed compared to the high priced lawyers representing the studio. They all kept looking impatiently at their watches, waiting on Matt Yeager.

She jumped when she heard the familiar deep voice say “Hello Madison, how are you?” He didn’t wait for a reply but walked over to the other side of the table, shaking hands with each of the lawyers. Madison’s breath caught as she watched him. He wore soft faded jeans which hugged his shape perfectly. The front did little to conceal his endowments, which seem even more prominent through the denim. He wore a simple white golf shirt, with the name of a country club on his left chest. His running shoes were a world famous brand, though thoroughly broken in. He had a couple of days’ growth of beard and his hair looked as if he had just stepped from the shower, not quite dry. Matt sat in the chair reserved for him, his eyes avoiding hers as he leafed through a stack of papers in front of him.

“Shit, he really hates me!” Madison thought as tears threatened to spill over. Quickly, she looked down and tried to read the stack of papers before her. Her lawyer reached over under the table and gently patted her hand.

The depositions started, a long boring array of questions handled by attorneys until finally “Miss Autry, did you understand the stipulations of the contract that you signed?” Madison cleared her throat and said “Yes. Well....uh....not exactly. You see I was so excited to have a replacement client for the....”

“Miss Autry, a yes or no answer is required. Did you understand the stipulations of the contract that you signed?” the lead lawyer’s voice was sarcastic as he shot her a harsh look.

“Yes.” she said softly. “And I had every intention of fulfilling the contract. But then I realized that I wasn't qualif...”

“Please wait for our questions, Miss Autry.” the lawyer snapped.

“No need to be so sarcastic, young man!” the old lawyer by Madison’s side snapped impatiently. She is here voluntarily in answer to your summons.” The depositions continued, as Madison tried to fully explain her answer to each question. She kept hearing Matt sigh but when she looked at him, he was leafing through papers with a bored look on his face. Four hours later, the lawyers adjourned “for the day”.

“What?” Madison asked impatiently. “Shouldn’t we return after lunch and conclude this?”

“No, Miss Autry, we can’t. Mr. Yeager has a prior appointment that he must keep!” the lead attorney said as he snapped his briefcase closed and stood. He shook hands with Matt who was the first one headed towards the conference room doors.

“Matt, please. I need to get back to Seattle!” Madison pleaded to his retreating back.

“Sorry, but I have a book signing across town. Been scheduled for months.” Matt answered as he strolled through the door.

 

[Wicked Python]

Matthew "Matt" Yeager

Damn, she looked great and that schmuck of a lawyer told me to be aloof and not really acknowledge her other than a neutral sounding hello, which I had just done. I walked away from her then, to the other side of the table. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her because, despite what she had done, no one deserved to have to be subjected to these bottom feeders. I flipped through the stack of papers that were in front of me and pretended to be interested in them. I was thinking back to this morning, jumping out of bed and rushing into the shower, already late for the lawyer’s office. I just combed my hair back and as I went to get slacks to wear, I spied my old comfortable jeans. Smiling at the memories of all the times in the cabin that one of us had taken them off, I grabbed them, pulled them on, grabbed a white pullover and my old walking shoes and left. When I walked into the conference room and said good morning to Sunny, using Madison on purpose, she turned to me and I just walked away.

When the studio lawyer began questioning Sunny, I geared myself up for a long morning and the asshole didn’t disappoint me, it was very long and very boring. I wanted to turn and punch him out each time he asked a question her lawyer, a Ben Matlock look and sound alike, couldn’t shield her from. The point was being driven home, over and over; that the business she had built from scratch was about to become the property of someone else. Finally it was over, at least for that day it was over. I was angry and had to get out of there before I hurt someone. I stood as the attorney explained to Sunny that I had a book signing to get to that I couldn’t get out of and we would continue tomorrow. Sonny looked utterly defeated and called after me, “Matt, please. I need to get back to Seattle!” but I just kept walking, wanting to turn and tell her to go, that we really didn’t need her. Instead I threw “Sorry Maddie, but I have a book signing across town. Been scheduled for months,” over my shoulder as I walked through the door of the conference room and hurried out of the office.

I left the building, hailing a taxi and giving the cabbie an address in North Hollywood that I had to get to and a $50 bill if he would just drive and not speak. It was a long ride, taking almost 45 minutes and that gave me too much time to think, most of it about Sunny and how I felt about her and why I was going through with this bullshit. By the time I reached the bookstore I was in a gloomy mood and wishing I didn’t have to go through with this.

There was a long line waiting for me and after signing books for almost an hour l was like an automaton, “What’s the name, “ sign the book “Love, Matthew Yeager” if it was a woman, just “Matthew Yeager” if it was a man. A book was laid down on the table and I opened it, moving a folded sheet of paper out of the way and then asked The Question. There was no answer and I asked it again and still there was no answer. When I looked up I saw Sunny hurriedly walking through the door of the store, her head down and her shoulders slumped. I stood and began to walk around the table and follow her when I saw her get into a cab and take off. I went back to the table and read the paper. “SHIT”, I said, scaring the woman and her son who were standing next to the table waiting for me.

Finally it was over; my hand giving out about the time the store ran out of books. I shook hands, painfully, with the owner and his staff, asking one of them to call me a cab. I gave the address that was on the sheet of paper and another $50 to the cabbie if he also would shut up and drive. I sat back, anxious to get to the hotel and see her.

I walked through the lobby of the Ramada to the elevators and punched the button. I was suddenly nervous, and started to walk away when the doors opened and I rushed in, afraid I would run if I didn’t get in. I stood in front of the door and knocked and, when she opened the door, I held out the book she had bought and left. “You forgot to take your book Sunny, so I thought I would bring it to you.” Then I stood there in the hallway, fearful she would take the book and shut the door.

 

[Misty Knight]

I prepared myself and hoped that Matt would come to my hotel. A long soaking bath; a self-massage with my delicately scented body cream and moisturizer. I tried on several silk gowns before deciding on the very sheer pale blue negligee, floor length. It was most feminine with delicate applique to hide the points of my breasts and my pubic mound. I had the champagne chilled, the strawberries selected for perfection, the candles ready to light. I stood inside my door, looking through the security eye.

As each elevator opened, my stomach would clinch in anticipation. But then, as the person was not Matt, I would lapse back into memories of our lovemaking. My hand pulled up the gown and I played sensually with my clit as I remembered how he had used his fingers, mouth and cock on every part of my body to fuel my arousal. I wanted those feelings so very badly, once again.

When I saw him finally step out of the elevator through my door's security eye, I rushed madly about my room, snapping the lighter to get the candles burning. He knocked on the door. I opened it, feigning calm but my stomach was in knots.

Matt’s eyes surveyed me, and the room, slowly, but I could not determine his mood or thoughts. “You forgot to take your book Sunny, so I thought I would bring it to you." He handed over the book. I smiled and reached for the book, letting my fingers lightly touch his hand before grasping the book. His sharp intake of breath was my only clue that he was strung tightly over this meeting. I thanked him and turned into the room, not shutting my door. I heard him step inside and close it, my heart leapt for joy. I noticed my heart was racing, and I couldn't keep a huge grin from my face.

I closed my eyes, gathering myself and quickly remembered his accomplished love-making at the cabin and in Chicago. I wanted him, just like before, in all the same ways - gentle and sweet, lustful and urgent. I felt his body immediately behind mine, his hands barely touched my hips. I smiled and leaned back, feeling him pushed against the length of my back and hips. His lips lightly touched my neck. His deep voice at my ear “What are you playing at, Sunny? And don’t try to work me to stop the law suite. It’s out of my control.”

I turned slowly to face him, and my smile was fading quickly. Placing my book on the table, I noticed my hands shaking. "I'm not playing or working you, Matt! I just wanted to be with you again." His eyes were slightly narrowed like he didn't believe me. To break eye contact, I turned and poured two flutes of champagne. With more confidence than I honestly felt, I walked close enough to hand him one. “A toast. To our incredible feats of lovemaking in the past.” I drowned my glass as he slowly sipped from his, his eyes flashing and suspicious, but still raking over my appearance.

I began to move about the room, letting my hips sway, my fingertips play absent-mindedly with the thin straps of my gown, letting one fall completely away, uncovering the top of my areole. My nipples were hard and jutting through the applique meant to conceal them. I chatted about how we had gotten to know each other at the cabin and I wanted to maintain that friendship, even if I had disappointed him in my business decisions.

I noticed his eyes continually sweeping the length of me. Then I also noticed the large erection pushing inside his jeans. I was overjoyed that my presence could still elicit that reaction in him. It shouldn't take much more of my strutting about to get him into bed and making passionate love to me.

“I’ve told you, Sunny, don’t play games with me. I can’t do anything about the lawsuit.” His voice was tinged with hardness, or perhaps it was anger. He turned as if to leave. But now I was getting angry that he would not believe me. I rushed to him and stepped between him and the door.

“I don't want to discuss the lawsuit! I don't have anything in mind...well...other than having sex with you." I sighed in frustration, feeling the dampness of my cunt and wanting to feel him pumping inside me. "Damn it, Matt. I want you to fuck me again!" There! I had put it in plain terms. He surely could not misread my intentions now! I tried to put a flirtatious smile on my face but failed when I saw his facial expression. It seemed pained, or angry, or annoyed.

My own temper flashed and I stormed towards the closet. He turned to watch me, or to gloat at my lack of self control. I don't know which. I jerked open the closet and pulled out the ugliest terry cloth robe I had. Turning to face him defiantly, I let the blue negligee fall and puddle at my feet, letting him have a few seconds to survey me fully. Angrily, I pulled the terry cloth robe on and tied the belt with a harsh tug. I kicked the pool of negligee into the bottom of the closet, and slammed the door. I stood very still, my hands shaking, my heart thundering at the loss of our relationship.

Gathering the last of my reserves, I stormed across my room. I glared at him as harshly as I could. I think I had tears running down my face but maybe not. I jerked the room door open and said "Get the hell out of my room, Matt!" He stood perfectly still and my eyes dropped to see that his erection was still full and straining inside his tight jeans. None of it made sense, except my conflicted emotions. "Go on, get the hell out! I guess we'll see each other in court." I screamed through tears and an unsteady voice.

He started to walk towards me and the door. I stepped aside to let him pass. With defeat evident in my voice, I said softly "I don't give a shit about my company any more, Matt. Your lawyers can have it for all I care. I know my employees are good enough to find other jobs." He looked at me strangely, his jaws were clenching. "I had hoped we could go back to how we were at the cabin. It was the happiest I have ever been. But I was an idiot. I was free and easy sex for you. Apparently, that's all I was for you."

Matt stood in the doorway and started to say something. I interrupted whatever he was about to say with my parting shot "I must have been a great laugh for you and your country club friends. I was silly enough to lov....uh...I took advice from you. I lost my best client, making it so easy for the promise of a lucrative movie advertising contract. I have been such an idiot!"

 

[Wicked Python]

Matthew "Matt" Yeager

I stood at the open door and stared at her, smiling at me, dressed in a pale blue silk gown, and when she touched my hand as she took the book I felt a shock rush up my arm and all the way to my center. As she turned from me to walk in the room, the implied “Come In” hanging in the air, I almost ran back to the elevator. The front of her gown was discreet, but not the back and I found myself stepping into the room and shutting the door. I tossed my jacket on the chair by the desk and stepped further into the room.

I made a decision then, even though my body was reacting one way, my mind had suddenly gone 180 deg different and I moved up behind her, putting my hands on her hips and feeling hers react, pushing back against mine. I bent to her ear and said, “What are you playing at, Sunny? And don’t try to work me to stop the law suite. It’s out of my control.” She pulled away and put the book down, turning to face me, a smile she had had slowly fading.

"I'm not playing or working you, Matt! I just wanted to be with you again." I so wanted to believe her, but it was difficult to. She stepped away to the bar, poured two glasses of champagne and handed me one. She made a toast to our incredible love making and downed her glass all at once while I sipped and thought about all this. I had always been able to focus before but I couldn’t, one part of me thought she could be playing me, the other kept looking at her, and very obviously reacting to her as she moved around the room, her gown seeming to have a mind of its own as she moved.

She turned to me and one breast was almost totally uncovered and the other had no real covering through the sheer material. She was chattering on about staying friends even though she had disappointed me, how much we had seemed to be so in tune with each other at the cabin.

I couldn’t believe it of her, she WAS trying to play me, her words, her sensual actions were all a game to get me on her side. “I’ve told you, Sunny, don’t play games with me. I can’t do anything about the lawsuit.” Then I turned, heading towards the door, knowing now this was a big mistake. That she was using her incredible body and words to get me to help her. She really didn’t get it, the agency was no longer hers, it just wasn’t official yet.

“I don't want to discuss the lawsuit! I don't have anything in mind...well...other than having sex with you." Then a big sign and more words, "Damn it, Matt. I want you to fuck me again!" She then tried to smile at me, thinking her words would change my mind. I toyed with the idea of a one sided fuck, then realized that would never happen, I couldn’t do that, nor would I.

“Forget it Sunny, isn’t going to happen.”

Suddenly she turned away and went to the closet, opened it and stood facing me defiantly. She let the gown drop, her naked body there for me to see, probably to tempt me one last time, then I saw her expression and knew it was something very different. I began to have doubts then, but before I could say or do anything, she stormed back across the room and opened the door, and screamed at me, "Get the hell out of my room, Matt!" I didn’t move. Again she screamed, "Go on, get the hell out! I guess we'll see each other in court." She said that in a hesitant voice, with tears starting to fall.

I walked towards the door, so much doubt in my mind I wanted to talk to her but she had been adamant about me leaving and maybe this needed a more calm moment. She said something to me but I wasn’t really listening until I heard her comments about the country club. "I must have been a great laugh for you and your country club friends. I was silly enough to lov....uh...I took advice from you. I lost my best client, making it so easy for the promise of a lucrative movie-advertising contract. I have been such an idiot!"

“WHAT, what did you say?” So she repeated it and I said, “NO, not that, the part about love.” She denied it but I had heard it. I turned and closed the door, her eyes flaring anger and her mouth about to yell at me to get out. I did the only thing I could do, I grabbed her to me and kissed her. Her hands tried to push me away, and she bit my lip, but just hard enough to let me know the next one would be much more painful. I let her go and stared at her. I know a stupid smile was on my face, and her expression softened from anger to confusion.

“Sunny, I have been in love with you since the second day at the cabin. I was afraid to say anything because of our agreement. And I was never sure it was anything but sex for you so, to keep you close, I stayed quiet. What I said, was from what I thought was just an attempt, NO, let me finish, was just an attempt to play me using my feelings for you. I know better now, and was about to tell you so when you made the country club remark. NO NOT YET! Sunny, I love you with a passion I can’t explain, and would never try to. When I walked in here and you were dressed for seduction my mind went racing and this became betrayal, using your body to get what you wanted. DAMMIT, WAIT PLEASE! I know I was so wrong that if you told me to leave, I would totally understand, hoping that you would one day forgive me. If you don’t, I couldn’t blame you. Now Sunny, I’m done.”

She looked at me, her mouth opening to say something and then shutting again. I was knocked back against the door when she moved to me, dragged my head down, and kissed me, her arms holding me to her. I felt her hands fumbling with my zipper and I stopped her, “NO, come with me.” I pulled her to the couch and sat, not letting go of her hand. “Sunny I nearly blew it right there, and I never want to do that again. I never want secrets from each other, and I never ever want us to go through something like this again.” I stood then, walking over to my jacket; I took an envelope out of my pocket and walked back to Sunny. Standing in front of her I handed the envelope to her and then sat. “Open it, it won’t bite, or blow up, I promise. I had another occasion in mind to give it to you, but I think I want you to have it now.”

She looked at me, then the envelope and carefully opened it. As she read the document, she looked at him, her tears rolling down her face. Suddenly she dropped the paper and moved to me, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me, hard and passionately. The robe had opened slightly, revealing her breasts and she whispered to me, “You aren’t stopping me this time buddy, I saw the date on the document.”

Then her hands were on my zipper and button and my pants were undone. I stood, kicked off my shoes and socks, dropped my jeans and kicked them away. I stripped off my shirt and stood before her, naked and obviously ready to make love to her. I held out my hand and she took it, standing and coming into my arms. I untied the robe and pulled it from her, revealing her perfect body to me. I saw her in a different light this time though, a softer and more diffuse light, one of love and passion given and taken. I pulled her to me, my height forcing me to bend to her lips and brushing them lightly, then harder, almost urgent.

Her arms encircled my neck and the kiss endured as I stood, holding her tightly. I felt her pushing herself against me and I moved to lay her on the couch, kneeling by the side and ending our kiss as my hands and lips and tongue explored her for the first time. “Matt, please come inside me, and don’t ignore me, please.” Hearing the urgency in her voice I stood and got on the couch between her legs and pulled them up, spreading them to reveal her total sexuality. I felt her hand grab my hardness and pull me to her. I pushed into her then, slowly agonizingly slow. Her hips thrust up, driving me fully into her, my cock pushing all the way in until it reached her vaginal wall.

She called out my name then, and I whispered in her ear, “I love you Sunny, I truly love you.” Her arms tightened around me, her hips thrust harder and faster and I matched her thrust for thrust. Then I felt it, I felt her muscles tighten on me and begin to vibrate and I willed myself to come, and I did and as her moans grew louder mine did as well.

I rolled off of her, to the back of the couch. My arm went beneath her and pulled her tight, my other arm caressed her face, her arm came around me and I kissed her, then she laid her head on my chest.

“Did you really mean what you said Matt, about loving me?”

“Yes, yes I did, with no limitations Sunny.”

She turned then, facing away, and snuggled up into me, and my arms again pulled her tight. “Matt, I love you as well, more than I have loved anyone or anything else in my life.” I felt her relax then, then her breathing slowed and I knew she was asleep. I soon followed her, happier than I had ever been before.