Mississippi Riverboat circa 1851

Adam had never seen a dress made to match the color of a woman’s eyes, but that is exactly what he saw as he took his seat. Being closer than he had ever been to this lovely picture, Adam felt out of his league all of a sudden and to add to his unsure feelings, she already knew his name. Now that puzzled him. Was she like the cabin girl daddy had bought and paid for when he arranged this trip? The cabin girl was being paid to stay with Adam, parts of her services he liked, like the hot baths she seemed to always have drawn when he returned to his cabin, the way her delicate hands scrubbed his back. This woman was too elegant, sophisticated he convinced himself.

He had been raised in the proper social circles and socializing was common place to him, but the vision that sat across from him was breath taking.

He stammered for the right words, fumbling through his thoughts …..

“My name is Adam ma’am, and how are you this lovely evening?”

Yes, you heard right, he had just introduced himself to the lovely woman, who had just called him by name. It was not as smooth as he would have liked, but at least he had managed to get something out …..

He anticipated her response, when none was forth coming, he began again ….. “Ma’am, My name is Adam Wainwright, and I am honored to be graced with your charm and beauty tonight.” Dammit he thought, “I did it again.” Better he thought, at least it came out better, hadn’t appeared to make much difference to the lovely lady as still no response seemed to be pending.

If she knew my name, then why the silent treatment now?

“Ma’am, you appear to have me at a slight disadvantage, you apparently know who I am, while I on the other hand am clueless as to you identity.” Now that flowed a little easier for him. Still, no audible response, though her eyes gave away her interest. Adam’s interest was renewed. He had sat here only a short time, but long enough o realize the this was not one of the school girls he had chased all over Louisville, by no means. This was a real woman, a woman who apparently knew the finer points of seduction he thought.

Sliding his chair closer to her side of the table, close enough for his leg to brush hers and to come to rest lightly on her calf. He leaned across the table, closer to her “I have had my eye on you since you boarded, you're curves meander like this river we’re we travellin’ on.” I don’t know you name and I think it is high time I got to know you.





[Edited by citore on 08-28-2000 at 08:07 PM]
 
Hunter...

Cody Williams stood on the deck of the Delta Queen, looking out at the night sky. A man whose reputation spoke only of truth, Cody was feared by all who crossed his path. A deadly gunslinger' from way back, Cody used to lead a band of Outlaws. Robbed 5 Banks and 3 Trains, before his entire Gang was shot up by the U.S. Army. Cody now works the opposite side of the law...in a way. He's a bounty hunter. He hunts down criminals on his own terms, and he doesn't have to worry about all the hassle that goes along with being an official law man. Makes damn good money too. At the ripe age of 24, Cody was well practiced in the ways of gunslingin'. He's a two gun kid, prefering to use a pistol in each hand. His prefered weapons, Double Action Colt Peacemaker .45's, were strapped to his thighs in thier leather holsters.
He wasn't here on a hunt, he was here to relax...take a vacation from the hazards of his trade. His grey eyes scanned all those on the deck with him, searching. He was looking for a woman to spend his time on the 'Queen with...
 
Kate had left her cabin to peruse the upper decks before dinner. She was feeling a little tired from her journey and she was as tense as a cat who was faced with a large dog. She could visualize all the muscles in her neck and back stetched and warped into bunches. she paused at the rail, and gazed over the muddy brown river. She could hear the music drifing up from the saloon. She placed a hand on the back of her neck and tried to rub some of the tightness out.

She wasn't aware of the person who came up beside her, putting his own large hand over hers. He said, "Allow me" and he began caressing the muscles in a gentle yet productive way. Kate let her head hang down, her dark copper hair flowed over her back in a mass of curls. He lifted the hair and placed in over her shoulder, his hand barely touching her breast. She trembled at the touch. She was shocked at her reaction. letting a strange man caress her. She jerked away from him. And turned her gray eyes on him. She forgot what she was going to say when she fell into his deep deep eyes.
 
Amanda was delighted and amused by his stammering sweetness, his charming attempt at formality, then, with a devil-may-care grin, he delivers as sweet a line as ever dripped from the lips of a honey-tongued devil, "Your curves meander like this river we're travellin' on..."

Amanda laughed, low and intimate, slipped her hand under the cloth covering the table, and placed her hand firmly on Adam's thigh. Slowly, her hand travelled over his inner thigh, fingers drawing lazy circles, travelling ever closer to his hardening cock. Her fingers brushed him once, twice...then, ever so discreetly, reached back to gently, firmly caress his gloriously bulging young manhood.

Her lips curled into a sweet smile as she held his gaze, watched his eyes widen with shock and surprize, then darken with desire. She had hoped to find him well hung, and she was far from disappointed.

"Mr. Wainwright, would you be so kind as to pour another glass of wine?"
 
For the first time, Adam thought he may have waded in too deep, for the first time in his life he felt pursued, he was the prey tonight. “But you've gone too far now ....." he thought.

“Ma’am, I'd be delighted to pour you another glass of wine, in fact, I think I could pour for you all evening.”

“Damn I’m good!” the young Wainwight thought.

Leaning across the table for the bottle, he stole a glance of her exposed chest, the low neckline plunged to
just above her nipples, though Adam had no way of knowing this.

Feeling more confident with the addition of the wine, Adam ask “Would you care to take this bottle and these
glasses to the Promenade Deck?”
 
“A stroll sounds heavenly, Mr. Wainwright. But please, order brandy.” He placed the order, and offered his arm. She slipped her small hand onto his arm. “Yes, let’s get to know each other better.”

“I am Mrs. Amanda Fitzhugh. My goal in life is to see everything, taste everything, do everything,” with a sidelong glance to him, “ and everyone. And to spend my poor dearly departed husband’s money as I see fit.” A lilting laugh, as she squeezed his arm, drawing closer, close enough to rub a firm breast against his arm.

She guided him over to two chairs, turned outward, to watch the water, the surroundings. She swirled her skirts before sitting, and managed to grab close to the bottom. As she lowered herself slowly to the chair, she brought the edge of her skirt just above her knee.

So, when young Adam sat next to her, handed her a brandy snifter, and every-so-nonchalantly brushed his hand on her knee, instead of the expected massive skirts, his hand came into contact with soft stocking-covered skin…..
 
Watching...

He watched the beautiful lady with the green dress and the dark hair. He watched as a man moved up to her and began touching her. He had seen enough couples, and enough whores, to know that this man was not with this woman and she was defintly not a whore. His hand instinctivly reaching down and slipping the hammer guard off his right hand pistol, he approached the strange couple...
He looked the man over with his pierceing grey eyes, and then studied the woman...he offered her his arm "Care to have a drink with a real gentlemen madame?"
He then shot the strange man another...knowing look. He didn't speak a word but his eyes said everything. He then looked back to the beautiful woman, awaiting her answer...

OCC: Cody is about 6'1, 175 pounds. Boyishly handsome face, clean shaven, and wearing a grey suit. By the way, the woman mentioned is Kate(dansemagik)
 
OOC: nice to meet you cody.

IC: Kate:
I was uncomfortable with the way this man was looking at me. Something sinsiter in his gaze. When A tall man with the most beautiful grey eyes I had ever seen came up to me. He asked me if I wanted to get a drink with him. Giving me an out from this stranger. I stepped away from the railing, Tucking my arm into the crook of the gentlemans arm. "thank you sir, for saving this damsel in distress" I said looking up into his face. MY but he was a big man. Handsome too. I smiled at him, and stopped, offering him my hand, "My name is Kate, please to make your aquiantance" I said waiting for him to tell me his name.
 
A Gentlemen...

"I am Cody...Cody Williams...the pleasure is all mine." He raises her hand to his mouth and kisses it briefly. "I do hope you are alright...? Did he harm you?"
He looks back at the stranger, his free hand securing the gun at his right hip once more. He slowly takes her arm in his once more as they move off to get a drink.
 
I was not a women who was easily flattered. But this man had me a little flustered. I know I was blushing, and that irritated me. "Thank you Mr. Williams, I was not harmed. Merely startled." I saw him look back at the Gentleman who seemed to be watching us intently. Your hand was a welcome pressure on my back as you led me down the steps to the saloon. I had thought that your only intent was to rescue a damsel in distress, and once you had removed me from harms way, you would go your own way. I was surprised when you sat with me at a small table in the corner. Your grey eyes, searching mine. I was sipping my port not sure what to do under your intense gaze. Your eyes were sending little shivers down my spine, and making my stomach quake. I licked my lips, for they were suddenly dry, your eyes watched my tongue glide over my full lips. I looked at him from under my eyelashes as I sipped my drink. He was looking out over the crowd in the room. He was handsome man. Finely built, powerful looking. He had an aura about him. I had a feeling, this man was not one to cross. I couldn't help but wonder where our paths would lead us.
 
He had to gaze out over the crowd to keep from lewdly staring at the beautiful woman beside him. He knew his manners, and he knew damn well it wouldn't be very kind of him to sit there drooling over her. Women liked to be flattered, but not stalked.
He look back over at the woman and met her eyes. His grey eyes looked cold and hard, like that of a man that would kill another and give no second thought. But as he gazed into her eyes, she spotted the passion burning in his eyes...and what he needed was a good woman to help him extinguish the flames.
 
Oh, the sensations...

He was trying to be polite, and I was humored by his attempt to not look at me. When our eyes collided, it was like a tempest going off inside of me. My mouth was partly open and my hand flew up to my chest, absently rubbing the skin exposed by my low neckline, the tops of my breasts, straining the green satin. His eyes seemed to catch ever movement I made. I smiled at him. " I believe I need some fresh air Mr. Williams, would you care to escort me around the deck?" He smiled a slow lazy smile and murmured he would be honored. Again I tucked my arm in his, and we left for some fresh air.

Who was I fooling, I wanted more than air, which is why when he leaned down to kiss me I didn't slap him.
 
Passion...

...is a strong force, and Cody is a stong man, but he is still a man. Over come by her beauty, while they strolled through an empty deck, he leaned fown to kiss her passionatly. His hands wrapped about her waist, but his touch was gentle...something unusual of such a man. He slowly moved over to a side rail, with her in tow, and led her to lean against it, on her stomach. she hung out slightly over the railing, her dark hair gently blowing back in Codys face. He pressed his hips against her exposed backside, and a large, hard bulge pressed against her buttocks. He slowly began to kiss her neck, nibbling on her earlobe gently...
 
As he pressed his hips against my backside I could feel his size. He kissed my neck and his hot tongue twirled around my ear making me shiver. My stomach was full of butterflies, and my throat was closed. I had a hard time making my breathing normal. I turned my head to the side, to offer him my lips. He accepted the invitation and kissed me like a real man kisses a woman.

I was used to the pecks on the cheek given by men who wanted to court me. I had hated those proper young men. This was a man that would not hesitate to take what he wanted. I wondered if he was aware that I too, took what I wanted. I kissed him hungrily, he seemed a little taken aback by my ardour, but it only lasted a brief moment, and he began kissing me back.

He raised up when he heard someone coming around the corner. I knew that I was flushed, and my eyes held that glaze that comes with desire. Anyone who looked would be able to guage what was going on here. Cody stood in front of me, shielding me from curious glances. the whole time, his hand was fondling my breasts. "I think we should take this somewhere away from public audience" I whispered to him. He was only to happy to comply

OOC: Goodnight, I have go to work in the morning, so I am going to crash for the night, I will be back tomorrow after work, Until then, Sleep well, dream better....Danse.
 
He quickly led her to his room, stealing passionate, fierce kisses whenever they were alone en route to his room. He oppened the door and let her in, shutting it behind him. Cody slowly disrobed, and as he pulled down his dress pants, he looked into her face to judge her reaction...She was right about his size, in more than one way.

His 'weapon', fully erect after thier little scene on the deck, is one to behold indeed. It seems he is deadly with both his guns and his manhood. The shaft, rigid with veins and surrounded at its root by thick black pubic hair, stretched out far out into the still air of the cabin, tipped with a 'crown', which was thicker than the shaft.
The shaft itself was also very thick, and it 'drooped' slightly with the overall weight.

Although he was well built, and his eyes still burned with passion...she could tell he would not hurt her. She was in for a night of hard sex...and Cody would make sure she enjoyed it as much as he did...

OCC-I didn't include inches because I'm not in this for a 'I'm a big dick stud, hear me roar', but he is well equiped. Use your imagination Danse, I think you can work out his proportions from my descriptions :) I stopped her so I can hear your reactions to his form. Thanks for 'playing' with me Danse, and I'll see you tommorrow :)
 
It isn't size its what you do with it...

....is bullshit. You described Coty's endowments enough that any woman would swoon...Thanks Danse.

IC: Kate

I watched him as he slowly took his clothing off, his eyes never leaving mine. When he let his pants drop to the floor with clink from his gun belt, I stared in awe. I longed to reach out and touch this thing. It was beautiful in it's perfections. I could almost feel its warmth in my hand. I stepped forward, and laid my finger tips on it. He throbbed under my touch. I became bolder by the look in his eyes. I wrapped my small hand around him and stroked it ever so lightly.

I looked up at him with desire floating in my face. He growled and leaned down to kiss me, tearing at the stays on my dress. I knew what was in store for me, and if the dampness and the tingling sensation between my legs was any indication, I was ready.

OOC: Gotta go to work, will be back tonite
have a good one. Danse
 
I want more, I want you.

Taking his seat next to the lovely Mrs. Fitzhugh ..... “Damn Adam, did she say MRS?” he thought. “I can’t believe this”.

As they sat looking across the western bank of the river, Adam thought he’d make a move, as he passed the brandy snifter, he allowed his hand to brush her knee, but again, she had been bested is this game of seduction. She was ready for his move and had exposed her stocking clad knee to the night air and to his touch.

Her timing was impeccable, just as Adam’s fingers came to rest on her knee, she said, “Is that a fire?” Adam turned his glances to the expansive cotton fields to the west. “Yes, they keep them going all night so the niggers can pick the cotton.”

Taking his hand from her knee, she guided it and at once his gazes. His gazes back to her passion filled eyes, and his hand, higher up her thigh. Feeling pressure in all new ways, Adam began to stammer once more “uh ..... uh ..... Mrs., uh ..... Fitzhugh, you did say uh ...... uh ..... Mrs. didn’t you?”

She leaned into him, pressing her breast to his arm she whispered throatily, “Yes, yes I did say Mrs. Fitzhugh, but tonight, I’m yours, if you’re interested.

Adam was in shock, she had practically bitten his ear as she had whispered. Turning to face her more directly, he firmly took a hand full of her smooth thigh with his left hand and pressed hi lips to hers, gently, tongues rolling, dueling in a fight of passion. She sucked his lips and he reeled with delight. Never had any of the girls from school been like this, wanted him so badly. Pulling away from her kiss, he lowered his face to her exposed cleavage, burying his face between her ample breast and breathing in her sent he was sent to the edge of release, and as his hand reached her garter and he slowed, he had to slow or explode. He chose to slow, not wanting to embarrass himself or Mrs. Fitzhugh. Adam lifted his face back to her kiss, back to the hunger she shared with him, “I want more, I want you.” Adam groaned.
 
Primal Instincts...

Cody roughly kissed her, his hands quickly untieing her dress behind her back and pulling it down. He pushed her back onto his soft bed, his lips and hers as one. His hands roamed her soft back, he kneels down between her legs, which hung off the back of the bed. With one quick jerk and alittle pulling, he had her underpants off. He gazed at her womanhood longingly, and his head moved down towards her dark bush of pubic hair. His strong, yet still gentle,
hands pulled her 'lower lips' apart, and he moved in for the kill...
His tounge danced over her lovenest softly, and then he began to perform a trick he had been taught by the Whores he used to run with.
His tounge began spelling out the letters of the Alphabet, as if her womanhood was the chalkboard. He very slowly spelled out a capital A, and his tounge lingered on her clit, which he hit when 'writing' the top part of the letter. His tounge gently moved in two loops, forming a 'B'...
Candles flickered slowly on the bedside table, and Kates sweaty body gripped the top of the bedrail, being on her hands and knees in the center of the bed. After spelling out the Alphabet, Codys tounge began to cramp up and he decided it was time to get on to buisness. He naked body glistened with sweat in the candlelight as he kneeled behind her on the bed.
Knee'walking' up to Kate, he gripped her hips. His member rest inbetween the crack of ber buttocks as her leaned down to lick up her spine, and over her neck to her cheeks. His hands slid up her sides to her lovely breasts, and his hands gently massaged them.
She could feel the heat from his erection as he leaned back, drawing it out of her crack. This is the moment he had been waiting for all night...
 
Kate didn't have any idea, exactly what he was doing with his tongue down there, but she was enjoying it greatly. He licked, and sucked and tongue fucked her until she thought she would collapse. Her breathing was hard and shallow when he moved behind her, kissing her back, and her neck. When he reached around and grabbed her tits, she felt her pussy let loose a little more juice. She could feel his huge dick rubbing up against her. She knew what he wanted to do, but she wanted to try something first. She turned in his arms. and began kissing a trail down his chest, to his legs. She pushed him back so that he was still on his knees, but leaning back with his arms supporting him. She took him in her mouth. Suddenly. The gasp that erupted from him told her she was doing it right. she began to lick and suck, and tongue fuck him. She couldn't spell out the alphabet, but she could make him feel like she had.
 
He grunted as he watched her suck him, thrusting his hips up, driving his member up farther into her mouth. He watched her try to suck on his large tool, as about halfway down the head hit the back of her throat, blocking off that air passage and causeing her to breath through her nose loudly.
Sounds of her sucking mouth filled the room as she sloppily sucked on his cock, still half of the beast protruding from her mouth. A drop of her saliva runs down the side of his manhood as she wonders if she should take it in deeper...and he wonders if she can...
 
He is in her mouth. All the way to the back of her throat. He stops pressing it in, but she wants more. She moves her head forward to meet his forward thrust. She sees him squeeze his eyes shut from the way it feels. She is breathing thru her nose, since her airway from her mouth is closed of from his huge member. She feels her jaws tighten as the strain on them builds, but she was going to see this to the end. She closed her eyes. Her hands grasped his hips and she guided him as he fucked her mouth. She took him all, it was difficult at first but she got the hang of it pretty quick. He rode her mouth, and she was enjoying the drops of semen that were escaping before the rush came on. She thought the taste was exquisite. He gripped his hands in her long curls and gave her all he could. She accepted all he had. And loved it.
 
He grunted as he moved his cock in and out of her mouth, past her sucking lips. Never had a woman been able to bring him so much pleasure with her mouth...and he was totally oblivious to anything by her mouth. His hands ran through her hair, pulling gently...as he very slowly rocked his hips back and forth...
 
“I want more, I want you.” Adam groaned.

Amanda sighed, feeling her breasts strain against the bodice of her dress, skin burning where he had buried his face in her cleavage, gasping in delight as his hand firmly grabbed the creamy skin of her thigh. He brought his mouth to hers….

What a delicious mouth, she thought, and, oh, his lips…she felt warmth spread from her loins as she imagined what those luscious lips would feel like on other parts of her body….ah, but here, on this deck, while titillating, was neither discreet, or fashionably acceptable.

Reluctantly, she broke from his kiss, but not before squeezing her smooth thighs together, enjoying the feel of his strong hand against her bare skin.

She leaned forward and gave him directions to her cabin, nibbling his ear as she spoke, and instructed him to wait just a few moments there on the deck, then follow…..
 
The feel of his hands in my hair, and his huge dick down my throat was doing wonderful things to all the nerve endings in my body. I felt as if they were singing. I know they were at least humming. I let him make the rythm, for what suited him. I wanted to glean every drop out of him. I wanted the warmth to flow down my throat. I closed my eyes and heaved a contented sigh and he made love to my mouth.
 
Cody pulled his hips back, his member pulling from her face with a wet kiss from her mouth. Inches from her face his cock stood, until he lift her in his arms and repositioned her on her knees. He knew she could always get suck him off later...but now he wanted to bury himself inside her.
He begin nibbleing on her ear and roughly kissing her mouth as he leaned over her prone form. He hot tool pressed against the back of her thighs as he gripped her hips. He leaned back, reaching between them and grasping the base of his member. Positioning the head to her moist womanhood, he began to push inside her.
 
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