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"McMurdo Sound" {Pendragon} (MF wl)



IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to

read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do

something else.

This material is Copyright, 1999, Uther Pendragon. All

rights reserved. I specifically grant the right of downloading

and keeping ONE electronic copy for your personal reading so long

as this notice is included. Reposting requires previous

permission.

All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as

public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination

and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly

coincidental.

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MCMURDO SOUND

by Uther Pendragon

anon584c@nyx.net

McMurdo Sound can't compete.

Fully asleep, or so nearly asleep that my motions are merely

thermotropic, I roll against her softness.

Friday, it had been softer yet. Friday, while the kids were

at a friend's party, we had cuddled and petted in the living

room. We had kissed in the kitchen while preparing a snack.

By the time the kids got back, stuffed with sweets, they

were ready for bed for once--but not nearly so ready as we

were.

Once they were tucked in, however, ours was a time of calm.

Winding down, separately to the bathroom, each slipping into

our own side, talking quietly about the day, we removed the

cares with our clothes before we kissed good night.

Adolescent desire crashes in like a wave. married lust

rises like the tide, quietly, inevitably; but it reaches as

far up the beach. Kisses and cuddles and strokes on the

back and neck and ears. In a pause between kissing her

breasts, I rubbed my cheeks against them.

"You shaved again!" she said, as if this were a surprise.

"The better to eat you with, my dear," I replied again.

And, in due time, I did.

For a minute, I have the familiar warm body against me, only

a robe and a nightgown away.

Her thighs, freshly bathed, had no savor. The same

complaint could not be made about their junction, however.

I tasted, and teased, and lapped her juice while she could

bear it. When she pushed me off and slid away, it was not

rejection. Instead, once fully on her side of the bed, she

threw the sheet towards the middle and spread her legs.

When I had climbed across one, she raised her knees and

held me in both hands.

"You seem ready," she whispered.

"Definitely. I want you."

"I want you, too. Let me."

She guided me inside her and sighed as I slid home. Soon

she was meeting my thrusts with her own. I could watch her

face tighten in the faint light. When she clutched my butt,

though, my own orgasm took all my attention. She panted in

my ear for a minute before I rolled off her; probably I

panted in hers, too.

My moving away was no more a rejection than hers had been

earlier. When I got the sheet straightened out, I lifted

it in invitation. She slid over, and I tucked us in.

Then we snuggled together.

"Good for you?" I asked.

"Mmhm hm. You?"

"Great." And it had been.

"Good for you," she said. It hadn't been that funny the

first time, but we both giggled like schoolgirls. When you

feel that good, everything is funny.

She burrows back against me. My hand moves to cup her breast.

But those motions wake us.

The loving mood lasted through breakfast and while I drove

her out to the mall. She shopped for groceries while I

looked in at the hardware store. I asked some questions

about the project I was planning, and several customers

commented on the clerk's suggestions.

When I got back to where we had parked the car, it was no

longer there. It's place was marked by two soggy half-

gallon containers of melted ice cream. The walk home was

long and hot, but my reception at the end was chilly.

And now, as I sleepily hug her form against me, a sharp elbow

reminds me of that. Another jab catches me before I scurry

back to the edge.

The coldest, loneliest, place on earth is your own side of the

bed.

The End

McMurdo Sound

Uther Pendragon

99/05/19

99/06/20

For another story about another aspect of marriage,

see:

inaug.txt

"Inaugural Ball"

This story is indexed in the subdirectory:

wl.txt

Wedded Lust

The directory to all my stories can be found at:

index.txt