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"Robes"
  by jps


Chapter One - Beach Friends


They were old friends, after all, and the day had been a long
one. They were just a little tired from the long walk down the
beach, the picnic in the nest of tall, sand-colored reeds, and
easygoing talk of their thoughts, their children, their various
likes and dislikes.

They had held hands as they walked, enjoying the closeness that
it added to their conversation, and--approaching middle age--the
feeling of youth that it brought to them.

Yes, it was hard to keep their long- standing interest in one
another out of the conversation, even though they were simply
neighbors. They'd known each other casually for quite a few
years, talking at neighborhood parties, just flirting in a
friendly, teasing way. But at this new stage in their lives those
years weren't wasted, it turned out. They did seem to count for
something, the way high-school sweehearts, meeting many years
later, shared a new intimacy greater than anything they'd had
long ago in school. To some extent they could behave as lovers,
whether or not they had ever been quite that close. It was
something like that with them, he thought. As a man and a woman,
they knew they experienced something beyond the day and the walk.
He admired her youthful figure, the way the light hit her
red-brown hair, the glint of mischief and independence in her
eyes. And she, too, knew her own mind: on a day like this she
liked feeling protected by him, so much taller than she, and
liked his easy smile and refusal to take too somberly what was
obviously serious in their lives.

The picnic had been fun, too, as if they were hiding in their
private shelter from people and from the onshore breeze. He'd
even kissed her hands once while she'd passed him a cup of coffee
from the thermos, and they'd put their arms around one another's
waists as they stood looking out over the Sound at the distant
windsurfers.

He liked the way she sat on the blanket, her blue cotton skirt
tucked loosely under her tanned legs while her feet played in the
sand. She'd leaned back on her elbows, looking up at the sky and
he'd almost kissed her again...but, of course, they were not
there as lovers.

He felt that she knew how casually seductive she was, though, and
that she sensed his gaze on her, desiring her, and that she would
have liked him to take her in his arms and lie next to her on the
blanket, kissing her and caressing her body.

But now the day was over and the dusk had begun to set in. They
moved briskly back down the almost-deserted beach. There were
just a few late walkers out with their dogs, and a few kids here
and there waiting for darkness before they'd start a fire with
driftwood and then relax in one another's arms, and maybe do a
few things their parents wouldn't like them to, if they knew.

The parking lot came up soon enough, and they loaded the baskets
and blankets into the trunk of her car.

"Warm it up fast," he said. "It's cold when the sun goes down at
this time of year." He patted her knee as she fired up the Volvo.
"Good Swedish heater in here anyway, we'll be warm soon." He
noticed her shiver slightly.

"Cold, are you?" he asked. "How about stopping off at the bar at
the Inn. We could sit by the fire and have a little brandy to
take the chill off? Maybe have some supper?"

She liked brandy, its spreading warmth within her, and she liked
fires, their flickering light. It was a good idea, even if a
little dangerous. They'd desired one another this afternoon. But
their relationship wasn't ready for fires, she thought.

"Well," she said, "maybe just one. What time do you have to be
back? I don't want to keep you. But I could use a little warming
up." She chuckled to herself at the double meaning. Yes, she
thought, she would like some warming up...just as she would have
on the beach this afternoon. She'd liked stretching out, allowing
the light skirt to follow the contours of her legs while her
blouse tightened over her breasts. She liked him to want her, and
to want him...even as friends.

The Inn was old, and its small bar was dimly lighted. There was
even a fire in the fireplace. As they chose the table next to it,
the barmaid told them that it was the first one of the season.
They touched glasses and savored the brandy.

"You know," she said, "fires are one of my favorite things. But
they make me sleepy."

"Me too," he answered, "sleepy, but...happy." They understood one
another.



Chapter Two - Inns


The heat of the fire penetrated their bones and soon merged with
the brandy's warmth. Their laughter grew softer, and they held
hands while they sipped their second drinks. The fire's soft
light cast moving shadows over her face, and with her hand she
brushed her hair slightly forward over her neck.

His eyes glowed with his appreciation of her and he leaned
forward over the small table to kiss her softly on the lips. "The
light does you justice here," he whispered, "you are just
beautiful. I'd like to hold you. Would you like that?"

She would, she thought, she would. She stretched in her chair,
conscious of the way his eyes followed her, the way her clothes
clung to her body as she felt the warmth of desire fill her. She
pressed her leg against his under the table, answering him with a
pleasantly teasing voice.

"Why?" she answered, "Is that what's on your mind? You'd like
your arms around me? What if I wanted to put mine around you? Do
you think you'd like that too?" She enjoyed bantering with him
like this, reflecting his seductiveness back at him.

Though she pretended to speak flippantly to him, the truth was
that she was enjoying the seduction. The Inn was safe, and she
could call off their game anytime she wanted to. But she liked
it. She could feel her nipples hardening and the heat of desire
spreading deep within her, and she would have loved to hold him
in her arms and open her legs and allow him to enter her. She
wanted to feel him slide deep inside, filling her as she clung to
his length, savoring him with the depths of her body.

She wondered if he noticed. She didn't want to be too
obvious--but on the other hand, she thought to herself, she
couldn't think of any reason why not.

She knew that she was a good lover, that her body pleased herself
at the same time that it pleased her man, and that she could
savor lovemaking for hours. And something in his eyes made her
suspect that he was like her--someone who could enjoy physical
closeness and mingle lovemaking with the intimacy of shared
thoughts and words.

She thought she'd check on her perception, just for fun, just for
dangerous fun. "What time did you say you had to be back? You
never did say. Or are we going to be stuck here all night?"

He did not answer her directly.

"Lean back like that again," he said, "I like to see you
stretch...like a cat. Sweet muscle and bones under a soft
surface. Of course I'd like you to hold me. That's why I asked.
But what's on your mind? All night? Are you trying to scare me?"
His eyes twinkled as he reached over to touch her cheek. "All
night doesn't seem so bad. They have all we need here in the Inn,
I guess.

"And since you ask," he continued, "it does look like snow,
sometime. It might even be coming tonight. You never know." He
laughed softly, looking directly into her eyes.

"Yes, it does seem like snow at that," she said, with a hint of
melodrama, "it does look like we could be snowed in. Trapped with
one another. How could we stand it? Would we go out of our minds,
cabin fever? Or would we sustain ourselves through the long
winter, somehow, with bear rugs and campfires, a Hardy Survival
Team in the Frozen North?

"I've got another idea, though--how about another brandy?  In
case we need to be rescued, we've got to be prepared. You're
right about that snow, you just never know."

She was enjoying the little drama, and she liked the idea of
getting slightly high from the brandy. She knew that if they were
to make love that it would be good, and  she knew that she liked
him and that he liked her. So why not? And if they didn't, they
could enjoy the danger of their desire together.

It was dark out now, and the Inn's lights were dim. She reached
up to unfasten the top two buttons of her blouse, letting him see
her do it. She looked into his eyes, as directly as he had looked
at her. "If you're going to be snowbound," she said, "you've got
to be ready for anything. Let's have that brandy."



Chapter Three - Brandy


The second brandy flowed deeply through her and she welcomed the
heat just as she welcomed the desire. Her mind kept moving back
to the afternoon on the beach, to the intimacy of their hideaway
in the reeds and the careful casualness of their conversation.

Though all afternoon she'd set aside her desire, she now could
feel it more fully, and wanted him to take her in his arms and
kiss her as he pressed the full length of his body against her.
It was as if they'd been making love all afternoon...and as if
she wanted still more.

"How would you feel about a little walk-- just outside around the
Inn, to wake up a little?" he asked. "We'll come back in to
finish our drinks, then maybe have a little supper?" He held her
hand across the small table as he spoke and she knew that the
walk was only part of what he wanted. The thought excited her,
but she acted as though she were calm, indifferent but agreeable.

"Good idea," she answered, "but just for a few minutes. Before it
snows." She laughed with him as they rose and told the waitress
that they'd be right back.

They walked through the Inn's several small dining rooms looking
at the paintings and etchings on the walls, at the odd collection
of knicknacks that had been left behind--or, she joked, bought at
tag sales the previous weekend. She enjoyed having him guide her
through the rooms, his hand on the small of her back, as though
she needed his assistance.

They played the game of couples well together. At the glassed-in
sunporch, closed off and emptied for the winter, they stopped to
look out at the back lawn and tidal looked out at the marsh,
dimly visible in the light cast from the inn's windows. They
stood there, close together. No one was in the room. He turned to
face her and leaned down to brush her lips with his.

She did not resist, but opened her mouth daringly to taste his
lips with the tip of her tongue and melted into his body,
allowing her warmth to spread into him and feeling the stiffening
of his cock against her thighs. She knew that he wanted her, and
she pressed her hips toward him as they kissed again, longer,
more deeply. His hands slid lower, over her hips, and pulled her
to him, and then moved upward to caress the sides of her breasts.

They knew they could not kiss for too long, but they savored one
another for as long as they could. The kisses left them
breathless and shaky and eager for more. They pulled apart and
looked almost shyly into one another's eyes.

"I guess we should continue our walk," she said, looking up at
him. An image of him kneeling naked above her, looking down at
her while she lay nude and abandoned in bed, flashed through her
mind. She wondered if her could see the thought in her eyes. Or
was he thinking the same thing?

He kissed her softly again. "Yes. we should," he whispered,
looking directly into her eyes, as if he could read her thoughts.
Again their lips met softly, as his hand moved to the back of her
neck, holding her gently.

"Yes, really," she whispered back, smiling slightly at him. "It
would be a shame not to, wouldn't it?" She felt very bold,
perhaps too bold. But she wanted to take him inside her and to
hold him there, contracting on his cock slowly and gently,
savoring him while they talked, good friends and sweet lovers.

"We really should," she said again, softly, to herself.



Chapter Four - Strolls


Soon they were out on the Inn's lawn, walking in the semidarkness
at the far edge of the window light. The warmth of the interior
was still with them though it was chilly, and as they strolled
they glanced through the lighted windows where they could see Inn
visitors at tables or relaxing over drinks. On the second floor,
room lights showed comfortable suites with flowered wallpaper.

"Nice rooms," he said, giving her hand a squeeze. Both of them
knew that it would be nice to be up there in one of them, getting
ready for dinner--or for bed. As they neared the west wing of the
Inn they could see a silhouette flicker against closed, thin
curtains as someone walked past a window. They were headed that
way and soon were directly opposite the room. The silhouette
appeared again, and then was joined by another person, a woman,
in an embrace. "A couple," she whispered to her friend. They were
really quite close to them, she realized--about thirty feet away,
looking slightly upward. They could not help looking. It was as
if they were observing themselves. The couple's shadow seemed to
merge into one person and then separate, and them merge again as
they kissed.

She felt herself grow excited at this silent scene, and she could
sense that her friend was as fascinated as she was. He turned to
her for a kiss.

"I'd like to be up there with you," he whispered. Doing just what
they are doing. Would you like that?"

"Yes, I would, very much," she answered, "but look at them now."

The couple were a step apart, and appeared to be undressing. The
shadow of the woman's full breasts and hips was visible as she
bent to remove her dress, and the man's erect cock flashed
quickly across the curtain as he turned back to her. They were in
one another's arms again, and their bodies undulated slowly
against one another.

The woman turned around, her back against the man, and his hands
cupped her breasts as she maneuvered his cock between her thighs
and thrust back against him wantonly.

On the lawn, she and her friend watched, trembling with desire.
She turned her back to him and they stood like the silhouetted
couple, whispering to one another. "Looks like fun," he said. She
pressed back against him, letting him feel her buttocks against
his stiffness. "I wouldn't know," she said, chuckling quietly,
"do you think I'm that kind of girl?" He squeezed her waist in
answer and kissed the top of her head.

"They're probably married," he said, "they seem so good at it.
Does it take a lot of practice?" "Depends on who's the coach,"
she answered back with a smile.

They fell silent as the couple in the window turned to face one
another again and embraced tightly, the man's hands on the
woman's hips. Then he bent lower over her and lifted her, and her
legs opened and grasped his waist while her head arched back. His
cock was sliding inside her and they were slowly moving back and
forth, two practiced lovers who had done this many times before.

Their quiet observers watched in the shadows, she rotating her
hips against her friend's cock as he caressed her breasts softly
and slid his hands down over her belly to her thighs. Watching
the lovers through the curtains seemed to bring them closer, as
they shared the forbidden scene.

She knew that with a few easy motions she could slide off her
panties lift up her skirt and he'd be in her, and they would
enjoy one another fully. But she knew that they would want to
savor that experience to the fullest--and that this quiet
observation was something they could talk about over and over in
bed, later.

"I'd like to be doing that to you, now," he whispered. "They are
lucky. And they seem happy at it, don't they?"

The woman's legs were stretched out behind the man as he bent
over to kiss her, a long kiss. His hands cradled her buttocks as
over and over he lifted her up tight against him, and then
lowered her so that she could slide down the length of his cock.
Their shadowed bodies strained against one another as their
movements grew more rapid. Muffled sounds of moaning penetrated
the window, as she arched he head backward.

The lovers on the lawn watched as the couple in the window began
to moan, as she took the cock deeply into her opened and
welcoming cunt, and contracted on its length. They clung
together, moving more slowly, and then she lowered her legs to
the floor as they embraced and kissed again.

"Watching them makes me want you," she said as she responded to
her friend's slow thrusts against her. "And practice does make
perfect, they say."

They turned face to face and looked into one another's eyes. In
the window, two other lovers, in shadow, did the same.



Chapter Five - Sofa


Soon they were back inside, flushed with their adventure and with
their new desire. Their waitress semed to guess at something, and
smiled warmly at them asthey ordered another brandy. She bought
back generous portions, and they sipped eagerly at the liquid,
feeling it burn within their bodies. "That was some walk," he
said, finally. "I hope you ween't embarassed. That happens only
once in a lifetime. I'm glad I was with you."

He looked directly into her eyes as he spoke.

"It was...unusual," she smiled as she answered. "I felt a little
embarassed. Didn't you? But I liked it. It made me want
you...more."

They touched their glasses, a small toast to their adventure.


            -- The End for now...more to come --


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