(Continued from Arianna’s Woodshed)
She tore at his clothes as if they were aflame, finishing pulling his pants off after they had fallen onto their sides on the soft pile of blankets and bedding. The sky finally opened and a soft rain fell pattering onto the sod not six feet from where they lay. Arianna pushed him roughly onto his back and sat astride his solid shaft.
She moaned quietly as she slid up and down and John lifted his head to put his mouth to one of her ample swinging breasts. He licked and kissed, finally taking the nipple of one, then the other, into his mouth to suckle and nibble as he gently worked his fingers along the welts on her backside and thighs.
John collapsed back onto his pillow and let Arianna pin his shoulders with her hands. Her breath came quicker as her sliding moved more toward bucking. She stretched her neck toward the roof and arched her back to receive all of him, working her thighs to pump away. As the rain fell harder she fell forward onto him and her luxuriant luscious breasts collapsed into his chest.
Her moans came louder and quicker as she stretched her legs backward-flattening onto him and wrapping her arms around his neck. They were thigh on thigh as she seemed to be trying to rub his throbbing self entirely off. He worked his hands up and down her tightening body until all at once she stiffened and dug into his thighs once more. Finally, with a whimpering cry, she came-quivering and twitching-until she collapsed entirely onto him.
They lay like that, listening to the rain, as Arianna’s breath returned to normal. “So”, asked John, sliding his hands up and down her sides and gently cupping her bum, “Did you come?”
She laughed lightly and lifted her head. The desperate animal fire that had shined from her eyes as they wrestled toward the floor was gone-replaced by a lighter glow-something satisfied and playful. She kissed him on the mouth. “I think so-yes. Hard to tell. But it seems I’m the only one who did.” Even though John had slipped out of her she could still feel him-stiffly at attention-down between her legs.
“No”, he said. “That was all for you.”
“You’re sweet”, she purred, then kissed him lightly again. “But what kind of hostess would I be….”
If was John’s turn to moan lightly as she slid her body down his-paying careful attention to never lose contact with his stiffness. He parted his legs so that she could kneel between them and listened to a faraway thunder roll as she rubbed her breasts along his erection before taking it finally into her hand.
She stroked slowly and talked softly-mischievously-“He worked hard, this one…”
He felt her lips drape down over him and he let his head fall back. This wouldn’t take long.
Afterward they lay side by side listening to the rain-which was coming harder now-ding against the shed’s metal roof. What wind there was blew toward the house so they stayed dry. Up on one elbow John massaged Arianna’s breast with the other hand.
“You and these titties, boyo”, she teased. “You must only date flat-chested girls.”
“Not flat, exactly”, he smiled. “But not like this…” He pulled his head toward the bottom of her rib cage where the gravity was pulling them. “They wander and move around…”
“Yes,” she said. “They do have minds of their own”.
She pulled back to reach behind herself, under a blanket. She produced a small bottle of what looked to be oil or salve. She pointed with it, vaguely toward her bottom. “Do you mind?” she asked.
“Absolutely not. I’d love to.”
She handed him the bottle flopped onto her belly. He knelt beside her and flipped the cap and put a little salve on the fingers of his right hand which he patted gently onto the worst of the welts. In repose her bottom spread out and relaxed in a soft magnificence that he wasn’t used to. He slid his fingers under her cheeks where they met her legs and tended to a spot where the skin had slightly broken. She responded to his touch and opened her legs when he patted that way. The rain kept up a soft patter and the sweet, wet fragrance of the flowers and trees mixed pleasantly with their own pungent aromas.
“I’m afraid you are going to have some bruises.”
“I was counting on it,” she said, muffled by her arms where she lay her head.
“Can I ask you a question?” he asked.
“If not now, when?”
“How long has that carpet beater hung in here?”
He stoked her hair with his free hand spreading it out across her back.
“Not something you picked up at an estate sale last year?”
“Actually found it in the original barn when we bought the place. It was my husband’s favorite toy for a while.”
“No, sadly. He got out of the game…” He sat quietly, gently stroking her oil-slick bottom. “It’s not easy to do without something that is a part of you, you know. That’s why when you threw out the woodshed line yesterday I had to string it out-see where it went.”
“Did you like where it went?”
In answer, she lifted her butt back toward his hand. “Oh yesss.”
“I’ve never used a carpet beater.”
“No? Ever felt one?”
“A classic. Very effective.”
Arianna rose onto her elbows then slowly, stretching onto all fours. She knelt up and shook out her hair. Looking back at John, “We really should fill this gap in your education.” Her eyes were alight with desire again and John strangely felt a need to not disappoint this woman. But he hesitated.
She moved closer to him and pushed her breasts into his face. Her movements and voice were light-leaning toward fun. In his turn, John sucked deeply at a nipple. With his head in her hands she asked, “You’re not going to deny me this, are you?”
“I guess not” be mumbled, his mouth full.
She pulled back from him and got to her feet. Stiffening again, he watched her pad over to the carpet beater and take it off the wall. “Lay down”, she said coming back holding the wicked-looking instrument like a tennis racquet.
John lay on his stomach and pulled a couple of pillows under his hips to raise the target. He felt Arianna’s hand as she patted the cheek of his bottom. “Sweet,” she said. Then he felt the rattan against his skin as she held it there-patting. Then it was gone as she drew back.
“Fair warning-this will sting.”
He gripped a handful of blanket as he heard the rattan whistle through the air.