Alicia's Misfortune (20 page)

But it seemed the distance from the car to his house was too
long a wait. Half way down the worn path that split the fields, he was overcome
with need and he swept Courtney up, little gift bag and all. He stepped across
neatly farmed rows, loaded up with her, to a cluster of trees that created
privacy from the direction of the farm house but not from the road. He guided
her in between the trees. Courtney had the feeling she was not the first woman
whose back leaned against these trees.

He took her face into his hands, drawing her mouth to his.
Slowly, agonizingly he tasted every speck of the inside of her mouth. The
sensation was so erogenous. Courtney teetered on a faint, it was so sweet.

He bent his knees, dropping his height. The large palms of
his powerful hands glided the smooth, naked surface of her thighs. They climbed
upward, lifting her dress. He parted her feet with his and his hand found the
damp, warm center of her body.

He nuzzled the base of her neck as his fingers plunged
inside of her. Quickly he leaned back and regarded her with question.

“You taste sweet,” he remarked.

She smiled. “Everywhere,” she whispered.

He touched his fingers that had been inside of her heat to
his mouth, and tasted.  “Mmm,” he growled.

And just like that he was inside of her. He braced her up
against the tree and pulled her legs up to his hips as they feasted on each
other’s mouths. Courtney’s body was so sensitive from her self-pleasure, so
each of stroke of his amazing cock threatened to be her blissful undoing.

He filled her so completely. The way their bodies conformed
to each other was incomparable to any experience she had ever had before. He
fit her in just the right spots and so electrified her erogenous spots. It was
so good. If she were on a bed, she could just lay there and take all that he
had to give.

Christian was so big and powerful; he easily manipulated her
hips, swirling her as he impaled her. Courtney did think it was fair that he
should be doing all of the work. But in the position that they were in, she
figured it was her win. She would just have to be creative for the next time.

She reached between them, rubbing herself. Christian
withdrew just enough to watch. Again he growled. He took her mouth with a
renewed hunger. He pulled her body as tightly to him as she could go, grinding
into her with sweet, rousing little circular motions. Her outer flesh meshed
deliciously with his as her channel was so compactly filled by him, and the
building pleasure was inescapable. 

Courtney felt her breathing tightening. It sounded like
ocean waves as the two of them sighed and grunted their way to an incredibly
powerful orgasm. Her tremors and spasms knocked Christian over the blissful
edge. They sputtered and grimaced as they were possessed by utter bliss.

They kissed, her body limp against the tree. Perspiration
beaded on his forehead, she felt it as she touched his hair. Gently he lowered
her.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hello back at you,” she said.

They fixed their clothing. Christian took her hand and led
her across the field and into the house.

The windows of the simple structure that was Christian’s
house were all opened. The cross breeze that that created made the atmosphere
in the home soothing and comfortable. Quite welcoming as Courtney walked in wet
with perspiration.

“Oh my, Christian, I am sweating like a pig,” she exclaimed.

“Pigs do not sweat,” he replied matter-of-factly. “They wallow
in mud.”

His house had electricity but instead of flipping on the
lights, he lit a lantern. He looked at her as the lantern glowed. Immediately
her body started dancing with the response to the way he made her feel when he
looked at her that way.

He gently unzipped the back of her dress and shed the
garment from her. Then he peeled his own shirt from his body. Soon they were
stepping out the remainder of their clothes. They padded naked to the bath.

“We bathing?” she asked. “Sure I shouldn’t go out and wallow
in the mud?”

Christian stopped in his tracks. He had a pained look on his
face like what she said caused him injury. But she knew that this was arousal.
Because he suffered like she suffered with this thing that was between them.

Christian’s tub was enormous. It would have to be to
accommodate him. Courtney estimated his height to be at least 6’3”.  Maybe
even 6’4. There was a shower with tiled walls, but the tub was definitely very
old and very deep.

As the bath filled, he held her hand so she could step in.
He settled beside her in the water. There was a pitcher on the back of the
commode. Long-armed, Christian reached over and grabbed it. He dunked it in the
warm bathwater. Holding the full pitcher in one hand, he guided Courtney around
with the other.

“Lean back,” he directed.

As he spilled the water through her hair, he embedded his
fingers through the tangled locks, massaging her scalp with very firm
fingertips. The sensation sent Courtney on a nod. It was too rich, almost and
perhaps the most relaxing experience she could recall.

“You ought to sell this at the farmers’ market,” she said
drowsily.

Christian chuckled warmly. “Are you saying you would like
for me to share this with others?”

“Better not,” scolded Courtney.

He brushed her hair away from her shoulders and planted his
mouth on the curve of her neck. “I think I will share only with you,” he said.

His mouth unleashed coils of carnal stimulation throughout
her. Her nipples were so, so hard, and the hollow between her legs ached and
needed to be filled. All attention was there, at her center. For her most
primal of urges were screaming out to join him. She simmered in this feeling,
instead of acting on it just yet. It was a thing she wanted to both answer and
never have gone away.

Christian lathered her hair with a shampoo that smelled
strongly of lavender. It trickled down onto her skin and there was a mint
sensation that penetrated, soothing her muscles. No spa she had ever been to
knew this stuff. 

He dunked his own head under. Courtney wasn’t sure how he
managed it, but he folded up and submerged. She insisted on returning his
favor. He turned his enormous back to her and let her scrub it. He was such a
beautiful man. He handed her a jar filled with a soft soap. She dipped her
fingers into the goo and wiped it all over his back. 

“What is this stuff?” she asked.

“It is soap made from oil. It works well on the hands and
feet at the end of the day.”

“I can’t get over the shampoo and this,” she held the stuff
to her nose. It was sensual stuff.

Without warning, he rose from the tub.

“Where are you going?” she tilted her head.

“One moment,” he winked.

He opened the cabinet built into the wall of the bathroom
and deliberated. He very selectively removed a stack of cakes of soap.

“Soaps you made?” her face brightened.

“Yes,” he said.

Then she too scrambled, stepping out of the tub and waltzing
buck naked to where she set her purse and the gift bag. She removed the edible
body lotion and went back to the tub.

She wiped her feet on the sheepskin rug on the floor before
plunking into the hot tub water.

“What is this?” he asked.

She unscrewed the cap and spilled a dab on her finger tip.
She fed it to him. He recognized it as the stuff he tasted on her earlier. He
growled. He replaced the cap and set it aside, as though he meant to use it
later.

He had opened a number of scented soaps. He wet them and
began lathering her with each of them. He held them to her nose and then with
his giant, tender hands, he soaped up her body, letting their fragrance, one at
a time, overload her with sensual richness. She wasn’t sure how many times he
lathered her up. There was a lemon balm soap and a lavender soap. Soap cakes of
mint, vanilla and butter. The brown sugar and cocoa ones remained un-opened.

“These are for you to take with you,” he said.

“Awe,” she fawned. “Are these the best ones?” she asked with
a whisper.

He huddled in so they were cheek to cheek. He whispered too,
lightly mocking her. “I think so.”

They slid by one another so that they were now facing. She took
his hands and worked the soft soap in his hands. She paid particular care to
the calluses that covered is hands. They gave his hands incredible hardness and
strength. And yet they dispensed such unspeakable tenderness.

She released his hands, trailing his calves down to his
feet, lubing up the soles in the same way. He was not ticklish on his feet
which were great because it gave her such pleasure to tend to him this way. He
liked it to. It was very apparent. Courtney reached through the water for Christian’s
monster erection. She straddled his thighs and inched up until she was directly
over him. She relaxed her stance, impaling herself on him.

He felt so amazing as her weight sank down to take him all
the way in. It made her whimper. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply just
to adjust to the effect he had on her.

He cupped the back of her head and drew her to him. His
mouth opened wickedly and his tongue worked its way between her lips. She
whimpered again. Slowly, he penetrated her degree by tantalizing degree that
she could almost not take it. 

Courtney’s breath was labored as she was possessed by
complete and total arousal. She participated in the blissful teasing torture,
rising up and sinking down on his cock, driving him as crazy as he did her.

Christian fished her feet around him so that they were
wedged together. Bracing the small of her back, he pushed her into him.
Courtney clenched his buttocks, tightening around him to arouse both of their
senses. A shiver raked his lips. He released a deep, guttural moan.

He buried his face deep in the curve her neck, controlling
the rock of her hips with more intent, relentlessly to find his pleasure. He
took her hand and placed it between them so that she could make use of their
movement as well.

Courtney worked vigorously, placing all her focus on their
centers. She relaxed and let it all happen. Rings of warmth spiraled within her
as she spasmed on Christian’s hardness. It was the most exquisite sensation
that she could imagine. It pushed out to every cell in her body, basking her in
total ecstasy. She was motionless as it consumed her.

His orgasm was quiet but just as paralyzing. He seized so
powerfully and then slumped as pleasure washed over him. She could see it
overtake him. He looked exactly as she felt.

Freshly bathed, Christian released the water. They dried.
Courtney quick grabbed the edible rose-scented lotion and finished off her skin
with it. She covertly ensured that even her most delicate private places were tended
to. He left the bathroom and returned with a night shirt for each of them. As
he lowered the night shirt over her head, he stopped. He spied something on her
back.

“What is this?” he asked.

When his fingers pressed the spot, it was tender. Courtney had
no idea until now that she must have gotten a war wound during their sex
against the tree.

“The tree probably,” she said. 

Sweet recollections of the smoldering sex they had against
the tree not an hour ago filled her mind. The way he so masterfully commanded
her body.

Her back was to him and could not have seen what he was
about to do. He lowered his mouth onto the tender, ultra-erogenous spot on her
back and kissed it.

He reached in the cabinet and pulled out yet another jar of
stuff. It was a rich emollient that he worked in the muscles of her back before
grazing the sore spot with it. The stuff felt great on her back but on the sore
spot, which Courtney figured out was an opened wound. It stung. She clutched
with surprise from the pain.

He anticipated it. He held her firmly in the clutches of his
powerful fingers and he blew on the liniment-covered sore. Instantly, the area
cooled. It went from heat to a very distinctly cold sensation. It felt great.

“My goodness,” she remarked.

Once again, he set the night shirt over her head, draping it
down her body. She stood still as he adjusted the size of the shirt for her
diminutive stature. She wanted to remark that she wasn’t five, that she knew
how to dress herself but she liked it too much. He worked, rolling up her
sleeves. He started to button the shirt but instead his hand fished under the
neckline to play with her nipple.

He pursed his lips and winked at her.

They went into the main room of Christian’s house. He put a
kettle on the stove and set out two cups. In them he put dried leaves and a
splash of honey.

“Did you collect the honey?” she asked.

He winked again. “Yes, we did.”

“What are the leaves?” she asked.

“Lemon balm,” he said. “Very relaxing.”

“Just like the soap?” she remarked.

“Exactly the same. This plant calms the nerves. It is good
for the skin. It is good for the stomach. You can cook with it. It has many
uses,” he said.

He lifted the lid off an earthen jar and pulled out two
oatmeal cookies. She smiled. It was cute. He had a sweet tooth.

“Did you make those too?” she asked.

“Yes we did,” he said.

Courtney’s insides twisted with a pang of jealousy, “So by
‘we’ do you mean a woman?”

His warm strong hands wrapped around her and ensconced her
with his grip. “Oh yes,” he teased. “Many.” He regarded her with a gentle
scold.

The second she looked him, she knew he was teasing
her. 

“We all produce and we all share,” he said. “There is a
division of labor. I and the other men work the fields and –”

“The women do the women’s work like making soap,” she said.

“Do you complain at the results?” he arched his brow.

“No, I guess not,” she said. But she let curiosity get the
better of her. “You have had other women though, have you not?” she asked, her
voice raspy with vulnerability. 

“Yes,” he answered honestly. “I have.”

He didn’t ask her to stop her line of questioning but his
honest answer, his straight forward response, and the look in his eye ended the
conversation. Ordinarily, her head would be filled with imaginary scenes of
other women and him but that was that. He magically put a stop to it.

When the water boiled, he filled the cups and brought them
to the table. He stirred them briskly with a spoon. They had cookies and tea.
The tea was delicious. It had the slightest fragrance of lemon. The honey, though,
she thought was the best part. It was not like the stuff they got in the store.
He picked up a cookie and fed it to her.

“Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed. She touched her fingers to
her lips. “These are better than sex.”

Christian scooped her up and set her on his lap. “Oh really,
miss?” 

His hands searched her everywhere, gripping and lightly
pinching at ticklish spots. He already knew her that well that he immediately
found all of her vulnerable spots. Courtney was howling.

“Stop! Please!” she cackled. “Uncle! I’ll do anything.”

He ceased and she calmed, dissolving into an oatmeal
cookie-sweetened kiss.