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"Who is it," she asked hesitantly, afraid her work was about to begin before she had even been able to mentally prepare herself. But, to her relief the answer was familiar and warm.

"It's me… David," the voice answered softly. "May I come in?"

She almost ran to the door to let him in. "I just wanted to see what cabin they put you in so that I would know for sure," he added, "I hope you don't mind."

"I was just thinking about you." She blurted out to him. "I've known you only a few hours and you're on my mind already… it must be love," she said, trying to sound jovial, but somehow it didn't come through.

"I was just thinking the same thing," he said, taking her swiftly into his arms and kissing her warmly, urgently, letting the strength of his body flow through her and reassure her that he really was there and that he would try his best to help.

She returned his kiss with an urgency that matched his own and before long they fell backward onto the bed, their hands searching out the new and exciting curves and tense muscles of each other's bodies.

"Oohhhhh, David," she whispered, "I didn't think that I could actually feel love for any man again, but you make me feel so alive, so vibrant."

"Hush…" he murmured, "someone may hear us," he added covering her own soft, red lips with his own, pushing his tongue into the warm, moist cavern between her teeth where it met in a teasing flickering play with her own.

His lips caressed the long, soft nape of her neck, biting gently as his kisses became more fervent and demanding. She wanted him to make love to her, but she knew that she had to be ready to take on all comers in an hour, so she tried to push him aside.

"We mustn't… not now…" she tried to utter, but when she tried to speak he would cover her lips again with his own mouth. His hands ran softly, quickly over her shoulders and to the firm, young swell of her breasts and he massaged them gently. She could feel a fire building between her thighs and she grabbed his body to hers in urgent desire, all thoughts of saving herself for work, gone.

She could feel the hardness of his penis as it began to swell inside the material of his trousers, and her hands ran down the hardness of his thighs as they strained into her body.

"Oh God, I want you so badly," he moaned. "Tell me you want me too…" and his voice trailed off into silence, waiting for her answer.

"Yyeeesssss…" she murmured. "Oh yesssss, David, I do want you!"

His hands unfastened the buttons of her blouse and his fingers massaged the supple flesh of her breasts, pinching slightly at the erect pink nipples until they stood erect beneath the brassiere.

"Wait," she said, "let me take my clothes off so they won't get wrinkled." And she got off the bed and disrobed quickly while he stood there watching her sensual young body slowly revealing itself, his breath coming fast and the bulge in his slacks becoming more and more evident.

When finally she was clad only in her sheer bikini panties she moved back to the bed and her fingers worked urgently at the zipper of his fly, feeling the urgency and the hardness of his penis as it jerked impatiently inside its tight confines. He lay back, completely content to let her undress him, even though desire was tearing through every inch of his body. She moved quickly and tugged at the cloth until his trousers fell carelessly on the floor. She unbuttoned his shirt and he sat up slightly so that she could pull that too from his body. In one swift movement she pulled his tee shirt over his head and lay down beside him, her fingers reaching inside the elastic of his shorts until she could feel his marvelous manhood in her hands. She kneaded the long, thick organ vigorously, bringing it to full erection. At the same time his hands were fondling the warm, soft orbs of her buttocks and as he caressed them he let several fingers slip inside her panties to find the already moist, waiting slit of her vagina.

Gently he eased one finger inside the tight, smooth fleshy channel and wiggled it teasingly as she squirmed lasciviously under his touch.

“Oohhhh;” she moaned. "Oooohhhhh David."

"Am I hurting you," he asked hesitantly, because his own desire was already at a breaking point.

"I'm still a little sore, but I want you so badly, just be careful, please," she answered.

He eased up on his fingering in an effort to let her relax against his hand that was fully implanted down inside her flimsy nylon panties, while she continued stroking up and down on his hardened, cock with her soft, feminine fingers wrapped tightly around it. She could feel it jerk involuntarily in her hand and she wanted to feel the massive organ inside her, moving in her and out of her, -making her cum of her own volition as she hadn't done since the last time with Jim.

She pulled roughly at the cotton of his shorts until he was able to assist her with a foot and kicked them to the floor. His hands pulled desperately at the thin silk covering she wore over her loins and they fell together, flesh against flesh in urgent, burning passion and desire.

He did not wait long before he rolled on top of her, spreading her legs wide with his strong, urgent hands and eased his throbbing rod to the palpitating opening of the tiny, vulnerable slit between her legs. She could feel the pressure of the thickened knob as it probed gently at her soft, hair-lined pussy and she raised her hips slightly off the bed to give him a better angle. She wrapped her knees tightly against his ribs and pulled him closer to her with her hands digging harshly into his back.

"Yyesssss… yessss," she moaned. "Give it to me now… I want you to fuck me, darling! I want you to do it to me!" she choked out.

"Oh baby, I love you…" he said and she could hardly believe what she had heard.

"I love you too," she answered, the passion of her body blurring the words, "it's crazy, but I do love you!"

They rocked together as though they were tied by some invisible cord, one body… one desire.

Her vaginal walls were still aching from the night before, but she didn't care, she wanted him, she wanted him to take her completely, recklessly, in every way possible.

But, there was no time.

In the heat of their desire all control was lost and she could feel the walls of her vagina contract around the male hardness of his driving cock and she groaned out her passion, unable to hold back for even a second longer…

"Oh yes, darling… I'm cumming… I'm cumming now… give it to me… juice me… "juice me… aaaagghh!" Her urgent pleas built his own passion to the breaking point and he began to feel his own contractions coming faster and faster as with a final spasmodic thrust of his hips he shot his hot liquid sperm deep into her wildly quivering belly.

They fell alongside each other, panting for breath, completely spent.

"I'm sorry I was so quick," he apologized breathlessly, looking at her tenderly through admiring eyes. "I could have made you cum again, I know it."

"Oh darling," she whispered, "it was wonderful… just perfect. You make me feel so complete, so clean and so much like a woman again."

He held her tenderly in his arms and kissed her cheeks and nibbled softly at her ear, but she started to move away and said, "You had better go before someone catches us; I must go to that meeting in a very short time."

He shook his head as if to clear it and finally said, "I guess you're right, but I hate to leave you… especially now." She didn't want to ask him to go, but if she wanted to ever get out of there she couldn't take any chances and neither could he.

Do I really love him she thought to herself, or was it just an animal need to be loved gently by someone who does care what happens to me? Could I be turning into someone so jaded that I just have convinced myself that I love him when he is only satisfying my bodily needs and my desire to get out? She tried to put these thoughts from her mind as she looked deeply into his limpid, blue eyes, kissed him lightly on the cheek and walked to the bathroom to bathe herself. She had to hurry, there wasn't much time left to make the meeting and she knew there would be trouble if she were late.