Archive-name Placeshighmeadmf part3
by Hot Milfs Bloghappen to want to go with me up to the high meadow by the lake
after breakfast, would you? It is a bit of a hike in, but well
worth the trouble to get there.”
Hal called back “What’s up there besides the lake?”
Jessie shot back, “Me,” and disappeared into the safety of
her tent.
Once inside the tent she shed the pajama top. She raised
her arms high over her head and it slid off in a gentle caress.
It brushed the nipples of her breasts, where the rose of their
tips met the tan of her skin. She noted that the tips stood
erect, totally appreciative of the gentle stimulation that Hal
effected upon her mind. That gentleman out there was having a
friendly, awakening, influence on her sleek body.
She reached for her jeans and pulled them on over the blond
triangle of her pubic hair. The thought of wearing them without
underwear teased at her mind and brought a gentle glow of excite-
ment to her loins. She found her belt and fastened it low on her
hips. The only thing left was a shirt. She finally decided on a
clean white T-shirt to set off her tan. It slightly revealed the
tips of her nipples, just in case Hal was up to noticing. She
was beginning to hope he was up to more than that. He made her
want inside. He made her aware of her femaleness and her desire
to express herself in deep and lasting rhythms.
She smelled the smoke of a campfire and the aroma of wafting
bacon drew her out to investigate. Maybe the man could even
cook. There was the promise of heaven about his habits.
Jessie now dressed, but highly indecent, made her way over
to her table and surveyed her breakfast box. Usually she kept
things simple on these trips to the campground. Hot breakfast
cereals and fruit for the morning. The wafting smell of bacon
was making her regret this decision though, and she considered
putting a proposition to Hal.
“How would you like to consider combining our stores for a
really spectacular breakfast?” she suggested hopefully. “I have
hot cream of wheat and honey sweet slices of melon to offer. If
that isn’t enough…there is always me for dessert,” she said
with a mischievous glint to her eye.
“I have more than enough to share,” Hal countered while his
heart caught in his chest and he tried to maintain his calm
exterior. “Besides, I never eat dessert with my breakfast,
however attractive it might be!”
He surveyed her now dressed body. She was lyrical. She
made his throat dry and made him doubt his own, normally well
balanced, sense of assurance. Her hair caught the rays of the
morning sun, her violet eyes constantly teased him and the tips
of her breasts were visible through her shirt in a salute that
made it impossible to concentrate on what he was doing. He might
as well share breakfast with her as she was going to be all he
could think about the whole time anyway.
Jessie carried the fixings over to Hal’s stove and busied
herself with the cereal.
The whole time, Hal tried to keep his mind on his bacon
cooking, but her presence grew on his body like the energy of a
storm before it was about to break. A brush of her arm made him
catch his breath. Her scent was like warm hay fields under the
sun. It was sweet and intoxicating and made him almost ache from
trying to draw it in. He wanted to catch her up in his arms and
crush her to him. He WOULD stay in control! He would not let
his fantasies run wild! This child-woman would not tempt him like
that!
She bent over. He wanted to brush against her, turn her
face to him and carry her off into his tent but he would not give
in to her spell! He resolved that no woman was going to make him
lose the control it had taken 50 years to build. He was wrong
about that.
They had a quiet breakfast. Jessie washed the dishes and
Hal dried. It was a constant trial for Hal. Her fingers would
brush his as she handed him the plates. She was more than intox-
icating, each touch chipped at his defenses. With Jessie it was
almost unintentional. She breathed and lived and exuded
desire…so much in her being…that once one knew her, it would
have been impossible to imagine her without this quality. It was
a spark of life that flowed forth to entrance those in her
presence. She wove a spell of clean earth and warm sunshine and
exuberance. She was a drink of heady wine. She made the senses
…End of the part3. To be continued..