Oh What a Feeling!

by Steve Schneider

He reread the stories he had written only months ago; they were very good; why then, he asked himself was he now at a standstill?? His mind simply would not put together the last two stories that he had promised his friends. At one time he had held the hot hand on the Story board, but now, was just a memory. He powered down the computer, hit the printer off switch, watched the darkening phosphors glow greenly; a sickening color, he thought to himself. What now, he wondered? Hhhmmm...the Pirated Onion was a few minutes away by walking and he put on his heavy jacket and gloves and let himself out the heavy wooden front door; he locked it and strode out across the yard to the street now covered in six inches of fresh, new snow. He really did love winter and the temporary freshness that the white blanket brought to the landscape. His breath left a trail of steam in the air as he walked rather swiftly the three blocks to the Pirated Onion; snow once again starting to drift down ever so lightly.

He heard the soft sound of the "Carpenters" even through the closed doors and the rumble of tired and drinking voices began to invade his senses. He started to turn to go back but something made him grasp the door latch and go on in. The milkish haze of the cigaret and cigar smoke was irritating, but survivable and he allowed the smell, sight, and sound of the bar to engulf his every being.

He didn't see Mike at the bar, but heard him ask if he wanted his usual and he replied in the general direction that he did, but a double; strange hands passed his drink back to him and he took a long sip, then got rid of the gloves and coat; he nodded to several friends, but melted back into a empty booth in the corner where the noise seemed to disapate slightly and the light was much dimmer.

Deep in thought, and enjoying the smooth taste of his Jack Daniels, his nerves suddenly jangled as he picked out of all the clutter of clinking and talking, the sweet peal of a feminine giggle; he looked up, but saw nothing; he could not place the laugh, but it struck a nerve deep within him. He was shaking slightly as he finished his drink; the conversations continued to hide any direction of individual sounds. ( Several thousand miles away, a great black bear slumbered loudly in it's den and down in the valley near it's cave, a lone wolf tore at a frozen carcass as the snow continued to fall. )

Suddenly, he heard it again! And again it was non-directional; it was a haunting giggle; almost a laugh and he couldn't see the source.....he couldn't take it anymore and he quickly threw his coat back on, put his gloves on and yelled back at Mike that he would see him later. He almost tore out of the bar and stiffled an impulse to run back to the quiet and warmth of his own abode. He shuddered slightly at the bite in the wind and stood a little hunched over as the snow covered his coat even more heavily now; finally, he made a decision and walked back towards his home.....even in the snow, he heard the sound of footsteps; muffled, but there. He quickened his pace and heard the pace quicken behind him; he dared not look back, his pulse was rapid and his breath was ragged and even in the cold he felt sweat start

He fumbled in his pocket for the keys and as he pulled them out, they fell from his hand and he grabbed for them and missed; trembling now, he bent down to retrieve them and the foot trapped his hand on the step!! He slowly allowed his gaze to follow the well formed foot in the 2" heels up to the tiny ankle above it and then on to the fantastic legs in the shimmering hose and on and on; she stepped back and allowed him to straighten up and as he looked at her face, he knew why he had the attack of nerves so badly back in the bar.

She was more than simply beautiful and even in the out of doors, her scent was pure spring wildflowers; an unexpected aroma in the downfall of white crystals whiffing about in the wind. She carried about her beauty with an almost animal magnetism; this power about her is what he felt, and feared, in the bar earlier. She said nothing but took the keys from his hand and opened the door. Although the massive wooden door was heavy, she opened it fully with what seemed a mere twist of the wrist. She entered the foyer and he followed her; he felt as he was being drawn in by her aura......he was powerless to do anything else.

The door swung shut behind them and the warmth of the fire on the hearth soon chased away the chill in his bones as he removed his coat and gloves and took his and hers to hang up to dry. When he returned, she wasn't there! He looked in each room and found nothing; his heart started to pound faster again as he almost seemed to rush about in his search. He was strangely un-afraid now evem as his pulse and breath raced; his body was tensed for whatever might happen.

He ran up the stairs to the second floor and again searched the rooms, one by one............as he opened the door to his bedroom, a low, but warm, fire flickered in his fireplace and gave the room a golden glow. All the other lights were off and as his eyes grew accustomed to the low light, he saw the mound hidden by the bedcovers. The sheets were drawn all the way up to her chin as she lay in bed with her hazel hair on the pillow framing her face like a polished wooden frame; her eyes gazed up towards him and drew his very soul to her. Flecks of gold swam in greenish-blue pools of her sight and a hint of wetness was on her lips; her face soft and vulnerable in the glow. He leaned over her and then down as he kissed her full lips; the sweetness of berries in the harshness of winter.

As he kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwined and he knelt by the bed to stabilize himself as he gently pulled back the cover to expose the full beauty of her fantastic body. He stopped kissing her for the moment so as to better drink in the loveliness of her beauty. Her breasts were firm globes even as she lay supline on the bed and the nipples were perked up tautly, waiting for him. Below her breasts was a small waist that led to nice hips encompassing the light furry, pubic area of her womanhood. Below that, tight thighs and long, slender, well-shaped legs, and even further, the tiny ankles. He kissed her even deeper now and she responded in kind; his hand stroked the nipples and her breasts, alternating between them; he felt his manhood growing more, and more rigid.

He moved his hand farther down her smooth shin and she shuddered involuntarily as his hand stroked her mound and parted the curly hairs enough to gently move his finger on into her moist crevice. He slowly rubbed the tip of her clitoris with his finger and her body arched up to his hand in response even as she sucked on his tongue hungerly. After a moment, he tore himself away from her lips and moved his head down to her breasts where he kissed and sucked the pert nipples. His hand continued to work in and out of her pussy and over and around her clitoris.

Suddenly, she screamed in estacy as she showered his probing hand with her hot juices; he continued even as she drew jagged breathes and soon she came again, and again, and then, a last time. Her body dropped away from him and collapsed fluidly on the bed. He kissed her again and then went into the bathroom and after disrobing, into the shower. The hot steam drew the jagged nerve endings back together again and relaxed him. He washed and then shaved before he finally rinsed off and rubbed the extra large towel over his body to dry off.

He returned to her in the now toasty feeling room and knelt down to her. He kissed her ankles and then worked his way up her body, a few inches at a time with his tongue alternating from one leg to the other. She was moaning with very low sound as he kissed and licked his way up to her still moist pussy. The taste of her pussy juices caused his cock to jump and pulse in anticipation of what was to come. He had never smelled, or tasted, such a honey sweet scent before and he almost devoured her sweet box, licking and sucking every drop of her moistness. She gave no warning at all; she almost blew his head off with the intensity of her explosive juices as she came once again.

She reached down to his head and gently guided it up to her and she kissed him deeply, the taste of her own juices in his mouth only excited her more. She wiped his face with the edge of the sheet and then she forced him over backwords so as to take his now rock hard cock into her hot, moist mouth. His legs were buckled up and spread as she sucked and nibbled on his cock and then just as suddenly, she stopped and dropped her head on down to his balls. She took them into her mouth and as she sucked them hungarily his wet cock felt the chill as it throbbed about. He felt as if he was going to explode and she must have sensed it as she stopped just as suddenly as she had started.

The howl of the wind from outside was the only sound he heard for the moment as he came back from the pinnacle of estacy; her own breathing, quiet and ragged. Then she took his member into her mouth again and she moved her head up and down and around his hard shaft; her tongue worked on the tip and then the shaft as she took him deeper, and deeper, into her throat with each thrust his cock made. This time he would not be denied; his balls tensed and then he dumped a heavy load down her throat as she sucked and swallowed it all.

He lay all the way back and his body relaxed and sank deep into the matress. She went into the bath and he heard first, the toilet, and then the shower, as she primmed herself. He felt his strength coming back to him and he waited for her. She returned to him with drops of water still seeking shelter in her body. As he lay back, his head slightly upraised on a pillow, she came to him and straddled his neck with the her knees as she dropped her freshened pussy down onto his face; his tongue attacked her again and again and in very little time, she literally drenched him again with her sweet, somewhat salty, offering; he sucked it down making slurping sounds as he attacked every bit of moisture.

He flipped her over and quickly entered in between her thighs with a rapid thrust of his now greatly enlarged cock. He pumped in and out, up and down, over and around, and powerthrusting caused his balls to slap her buttocks as he entered and exited and entered her hot, moist love-box. She had cried out in pain as he first entered her, but she was now moaning for more and her body tried to trap his cock with every forward thrust. Suddenly, he felt

his climax approaching the peak and he couldn't hold back; he came deep in her pussy and she too, feeling the heat of his cum, came again.

As he offered her a cigaret and a splash of bourbon on the rocks, he realized that he hadn't said a word to her; not a one! She sensed he was about to speak and she put her finger to his lips to stop him. He surrendered to her wish and stayed silent. They finished their drinks as they sat up in bed with the bedsheet covering their lower torsos; her head found his chest and she cuddled up to him and they shared their warmth and the glow of beautiful sex and Tennessee sipping whiskey.

He must have fallen asleep as when he became aware of his surroundings once again, her side of the bed was empty and the fire was almost out. He got up and put on a pair of jeans and his slippers and again began a room by room search of the house. Nothing...........no scent, no tissue, no thread of hair.................no evidence at all that anyone had been there. He felt a lonliness that he couldn't explain and an emptiness he couldn't escape. He lit up his pipe and settled back into his chair, a drink on the table beside him; he gazed into the fire and tried to read the message in the flames with no success. ( The howl of the wolf, in the valley of pines seemed even lonlier now......the bear knew, even in it's slumber that not all was right............the pups were grown now, but they too seemed perplexed.......the snow continued to fall and cleanse the soul of the land...)

The 'ThunderClock' clicked the software back into play and AE Pro auto-dialed the CAVE BBS as his computer with a mind of it's own logged him on; he sighed, and then hit CHAT to talk to Ron.........