The Lady And The Lake (2 page)

All of a sudden, out of nowhere, a clash of thunder sounded.
BOOM! The sound went as it shook the cabin to its bones.
Tiffany dropped the sugar bowl and splashed the milk all over herself and the floor.
“Christ”! Tiffany yelled aloud.
“Where the hell did that come from”, she said.
Colton smiled widely as he bent down to try and scoop up the sugar that was scattered about the floor.
Tiffany reached towards the table and sat down what remained of the milk.
She then too, squatted down and assisted Colton with the
cleanup
.
She reached around Colton’s hand to get some missed sugar that he has missed, and ended up smashing both their heads together.
“OUCH”! Tiffany stated as she pulled away.
“Sorry”, said Colton as he looked up at Tiffany who was rubbing her head vigorously.
“No- no, this is my fault”, replied Tiffany, “I over-reached myself”, she added apologetically.
Then, there in that brief interlude, their eyes met, directly, for the first time.
The invisible sparks flew like fireworks bursting into the night sky.
Colton planted a hard- passionate kiss on Tiffany’s lips.
She closed her eyes and let the moment engulf her.
There, on the floor of the kitchen, while outside, the thunderstorm surrounded them, both, Colton and Tiffany fell for each other.
Though Tiffany usually was cautious where love and such was concerned, but it appeared that fate and destiny had other plans.

Though it was merely about eleven in the morning, due to the storm outside, day had become night, white clouds turned ominous and black.
Colton swooped up Tiffany in his masculine arms and cared her off to the living room to the couch.
As the fury of Mother Nature, with her thunder and
lightning
, played out around them, they didn’t even seem to notice it.
They had become completely merged into each other, becoming one and not letting anything fade the moment.
Their arms excessively roaming about each other’s clothed bodies as the heat of the moment intensified immensely.
Tiffany reached downward and grabbed the edge of his shirt that wasn’t tucked into his jeans and pulled upward.
Without even breaking position or movement, Colton slipped out of his shirt.
He, being kneeled down in front of the couch and Tiffany sitting on the edge of the couch, pulled her closer to him.
Her legs, now spread around him, quivered with seduction and lust.
Her pelvis and body screamed and moaned silently within.
Colton pulled Tiffany’s shirt off, tossing it to the floor from over his head.

The wind hurled about the cabin outside as the two of them embraced, letting their passions and uninhibited desires unleashed.
As it grew darker outside, inside, it grew even darker.
“Take me to my bed”, she whispered lustfully.
Without replying, Colton reached under Tiffany’s legs and picked her up, lifting her from the couch.
“Where’s the bed”, asked Colton?
Tiffany said nothing and pointed towards her bedroom.
She kissed his neck and caressed his hardened biceps as he walked both of them, to the bedroom.
Just then, an intense light flashed and an earsplitting clasp of thunder sounded, then the lights went off.
Tiffany screamed out in sudden terror when the lights went out, making her hug Colton even tighter as he held her.
He gently lowered Tiffany down on her feet in the sudden blinding darkness.
Neither one of them could see as their eyes hadn’t adjusted to the pitch blackness of the room.
Tiffany felt around in front of her for the dresser.
Once she found it, she, knowing it by heart, opened the top drawer, reached within it and pulled out the candle and the box of matches that was usually stored there for emergencies.
She struck the match on the side of the box and it lit up about the two of them.
Tiffany lit the candle, which she had stuck inside the candleholder on top of the dresser.

The candle dimly lit the large room.#
Colton walked backwards towards the bed while pulling Tiffany with him by holding her hands.
He sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at her.
Her body quivered with excitement and the unknown.
There she stood in front of him, in her jeans, and with nothing else but her bra.
His manly hands rubbed the small of her soft back.
She took her fingers, and glided them around the back of his head.
Tiffany seductively, with just two fingers, removed his ball cap from his head.
Colton took his hands, placing them onto her hips, and as he stood up, picked her up in the process.
He pulled her body tightly against his in a loving bear hug.
As they both toyed with each other, Colton turned slowly around, facing Tiffany’s back towards the bed.
She kissed him, over and over again as he walked forward.
He kneed onto the mattress and carefully lowered Tiffany down onto her back.
She reached for her pants’ button, when Colton stopped her hand from moving.
“No, let me”, he whispered to her, despite the loud thunderous rumbles coming from outside.
Colton painstakingly, and with love and tenderness, removed Tiffany’s pants, panties and her socks.
Thou Mother Nature was trying her hardest to distract the two of them, lust, adventure, the unknown, would not allow distractions.
Fate was in charge, not Mother Nature.
Colton, then removing his clothing, crawled up onto the bed, lying beside Tiffany.
He, with his index finger, removed the hair from her eyes.
Tiffany’s eyes, glowing from being in heat, sparkled in the darkness between them.

Colton slithered half onto Tiffany’s warm body.
He placed his hand on the back of her neck, lifted her head slightly and planted a passionate, lustful, aggressive-, yet-, tenderly kiss on her awaiting lips.
Their hands ran wildly about each other’s bodies, both sexually and exploratory.
Tiffany, now in full lust and heat, placed her hands on his ass cheeks, motioning him to be completely on top of her.
The moment her, now extremely wet, trembled the moment she felt his rod, though pulsating, hard cock touch her skin.
As Colton’s cock touched her inner thigh, Tiffany let out a soft moan.
Colton, in a torturous manner, rocked his lower body from side to side, all the while, smirking satisfyingly knowing what this simple movement was doing to her.
He suddenly stopped his disquieting motion, as the mere second he did, she grabbed a huge handful of hair aggressively, and in an uncontrollable reaction, kissed him relentlessly.
Colton knew that Tiffany’s engine was purring like the engine of a new kitten nursing on its mother.

The longer the foreplay continued, the more it moved to love, and less of lust.
Colton slipped his manhood into her so awaiting cunt.
He was rather large in width and length.
Tiffany held her breath as he slid his throbbing shlong into the back of her pussy. He was gentle and kind in his pumping her fully of his member.
There was nothing overly assertive, over aggressive with the way he made love to her.
The lost each other in the movement and moment of their unbridled passions.
With each flash of lightening that flared through the windows of her bedroom, made their bodies, though #entwined together, move in slow motion.
Time stood still as Tiffany and Colton filled the room with love, passion and the smell of well-tapped pussy.
Time and time again, Colton came within her.
As well as, Tiffany letting her hot flowing juices drowned Colton’s lower body.
Each hour that passed, the two, Colton and Tiffany, expressed themselves with body language.
Colton’s cock never went soft.
Time and time again when he’d blow his microscopic tadpoles into the back of Tiffany’s drenched pussy; it maintained the stiffness and erection.
They took no breaks, no breathers, and no trips to the bathroom to either pee or clean up.

Both were breathing like they’d run a marathon.
They paused, looked at each other with contentment.
Tiffany looked into Colton’s eyes.
His face was sweaty, wet and hot to the touch.
She placed her fingertips on the sides of his cheeks.
“Sweetheart, I want you to
fuck me with everything you have left in your body”, said Tiffany with love.
Without saying a word, Colton pushed his still harden cock, all the way in until his balls were pressing against her beaver biscuit.
Tiffany climbed backwards on the bed as he pulled his cockhead and cock deep within her.
She could feel the head of his shlong hitting the back of her vagina hear her “G-spot”.

Colton grunted and growled like he was an animal on a hunt.
Thrust after thrust, he hit her spot, which makes her scream louder and louder with each touch of his cockhead.
The room echoed with sounds bouncing off wall after wall.
The firmer he gripped her lower arms, pressing them into the bed, the tighter her legs clamped tighter and tighter around his waist.
It was hard for Colton to keep Tiffany still on the bed as he fucked her.
He knew that he was doing everything right as Tiffany was utterly breathless, utterly verbal.

By this time, Colton had already blown about four loads into her.
Now, he is working towards something, a major goal.
This last cum load he would shoot, would be the final nail in the wall.
He grabbed her thighs…, pulling them apart in midair, as far as he could.
Colton wanted this load to hit a certain area within her.
As the storm crashed and lit about the outside and inside the bedroom, Colton, coincidentally, kept in rhyme of the storm.
His thrusts matched the thunder clasps, and her breathing mat
ching the flashing of the light
ning.
Not even paying attention to the orgasms that Tiffany had, which was nearly one every few minutes, she paid more attention to him, all of her concentration was forced on Colton.
Her body jolted with each thrust, his body bounced as he slammed it hard in her reddish tinted cunt.
He gripped her shoulders and managed to wiggle his legs under Tiffany’s thighs and strongly yanked her off the bed and into his lap.
He sat on the bed, with his legs stretched towards the headboard and Tiffany’s legs were over his forearms and she was in a sort of a sitting position.
Colton knew that in this position, his task could be completed successfully.
Tiffany hung onto the back of his strong neck and he propelled deeper into her bare-shaved cock pocket.

The sense of urgency filled Colton’s mind.
He knew he was running out of time.
He felt his body ache in certain areas, letting him know he didn’t have long.
He jounced her faster and harder.
Tiffany let out a loud and ominous groan as she let her love muffin squirt its juices.
Her body tightened up.
Colton didn’t bother to make it known that he had already came inside her.
He looked at her.
She did notice that his
left eye was twitching and moving around the socket uncontrollably.
Colton laid Tiffany onto her back on the bed.
It was still dark and stormy outside which filtered into the bedroom with light and sound.
Colton got up from the bed and headed into the ensuite.
Tiffany, lying comfortably on her back, looked out the window that was above her bureau.
Other than the sounds coming from the fierce storm surrounding them, there was no other sound about the place.
She called out to Colton, but he did not answer back.
She listened carefully to see if she could hear Colton in the bathroom.
She suddenly felt tired, like she was forcing herself to stay awake.
Her eyelids fluttered up and down, as her body wanted them shut and she wanted them open.
Just then, her body said, “No, you're going to sleep and sleep now”.

The sun popped into the room lighting it up.
Half asleep and half awake, she could faintly hear her cell phone ringing.
She lifted off the bed and pushed the covers off her chest.
She rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
Tiffany shook her head, forcing her head and brain to wake up.
She reached over to the bedside stand, and picked up her cell.
“Hello”, asked Tiffany?
“Oh- hey girl, what’s up”, she said into the cell.
Suddenly, a strange look appeared on her face.
“Huh”, asked Tiffany?
She tilted her and shook her head no.
“But it’s only Sunday, how could I possibly be late for work”, she said confused.
She slid the bottom of the phone away from her mouth.
“Colton”, asked Tiffany by yelling into the air?
No one answered back; so she called out once more.
“COLTON"?
Tiffany yelled even louder.
But still, no one answered her back.
As she listened to her girlfriend on the phone, her stomach started aching.
She rubbed her tummy in discomfort.
Just then, she pulled the phone from her ear.
“Girl, check the date on your cell, its Monday, not Sunday”, said the voice at the other end.
She looked at her phone.
She tapped a few icons and brought up her calendar.
Tiffany’s eyes widened as wide as fifty-cent pieces.
It was true, it, indeed, was Monday morning, not Sunday as she thought.
“What the hell”, she questioned herself?
“How the hell could this be”, she asked
herself
?
Suddenly, she felt violently ill.
She rushed into her bathroom and to the toilet.
Tiffany held her hair back with one hand as she puked into the “Porcelain God”.
She sat back on her heels to catch her breath from vomiting so hard.