Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

"Yes… in a way. But I have no family. I don't live with him."

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't be. It wasn't a good match from the start."

He doesn't say anything back. He turns away again. He rubs his chin. He looks very tired.

I feel suddenly as if there is a great distance between us. As if I am not in the same room with him at all. The woman in the picture glares out at me. I begin to feel foolish standing here. An outsider. Alone. Out of my place and time. It has all been a mistake coming here. I no longer know him. There is nothing for me to do now except to say good bye and leave.

He whirls toward me suddenly. The expression on his face has changed. His eyes burn into mine. He looks vital, intense. The lines around his eyes seem to melt away as he steps toward me. The space between us is charged with electricity. He reaches out for my hand. Our fingers intertwine. His hand is cool. He pulls me to my feet. "Carrie…"

I touch the light growth of beard on his cheek. Our arms go around each other.. He crushes his body against mine, kisses me. The years retreat again. I am in a barn in the loft. The glass in the window is broken out. I feel Keith's hands on my breasts. My nipples come alive. He finds the tip of one of them… presses his thumb in firm against it. His other hand moves down over my waist and buttocks to the back of my thighs. I feel the fullness of his cock pushing against my skirt. I arch my back and thrust myself up against him.

His hand moves over my hips, seeks my pussy. He strokes me there on the outside of my skirt. I rub his big cock through his trousers. I feel the beautiful explosion building inside of me. It is no ordinary excitement. It is the feeling of a dozen years waiting. It is exquisite, engulfs me. Keith has my skirt up over my stomach now. His prick pushes hard against my panties. I hunger for the touch of his bade skin on mine.

"We can't here…" he says.

"Shall we go then?"

"Yes… where?"

"It doesn't make any difference, does it?"

"No. Anywhere."

We leave my suitcase in the waiting room and go out the back door. Keith says he'll get it for me later. His car is large, dark blue, with heavy black upholstery. He drives through the narrow gate between the stretches of fence, then turns up the highway. In minutes his office is far behind. We speed through the countryside. He turns off onto a narrow country road, slows the car until we are barely moving.

He smiles over at me. "Aren't you going to come closer?"

I laugh a little. "Sure… I was just waiting for you to ask." I slide over next to him, put my arm around his shoulder. I stroke the soft growth of hair on the back of his neck. I kiss his cheek. He puts one of his hands on my thigh. I grasp it and pull it up to my pussy.

He turns off the road and stops the car in an open spot in the middle of a cluster of trees; He kisses me. He puts his hand on my knee beneath my skirt and my thighs separate. My cunt aches for his touch. His fingers reach my panties, slip underneath them. His hands are cool, firm against my smooth skin. I pat the big bulge in his trousers, then unzip him. My hand finds his thick cock. For a moment I can't believe that it is really Keith I am holding again like this. I look down at his prick after I get it out of his pants. It makes me feel hot all over to stroke it and look at it. I want to kiss it.

I slide back slightly on the seat and bend forward, pressing my lips down against his cockhead. I mouth him gently. I tongue him. I suck his cock deep into my mouth. He keeps caressing my pussy, separating my thickening wet sex lips with his fingers. I eat him. I love the good taste of him in my mouth. I gorge myself with him.

His body suddenly tenses. His hips jerk as he tries to hold on. I slide his cock quickly out of my mouth and sit up. I kiss him. His lips are cool, parted. We hold the kiss for a moment, then sit back.

Keith laughs quietly. "I thought for a minute you were going to finish me…" He strokes my pussy.

"That's why I stopped. I didn't want it to end from that."

"Let's go for a walk… stretch our legs a bit."

"All right… I wish you didn't have to take your hand away from me though."

"I won't. I'll keep my arm around you like this… okay?"

"Yes."

We stand in a spot of sun on a small rise about twenty feet from the car. The grass is thick. The area around us is in deep shade from the oaks.

Keith kisses me. His tongue presses wet against mine. He steps back, unbuttons my suit coat, then my blouse. He unhooks my bra. His cool hands cup my breasts.

"I thought we were going for a walk," I laugh.

"No hurry about that, is there?"

"No, I like it here. The sun feels nice… and your hands."

"Look at that squirrel up there staring down at us."

I glance up. A red squirrel is gripping the trunk of an oak upside down ten feet above us. He stares down with beady eyes. "He thinks we're invading his territory," I say. "… mmm I like your hands on me there. It excites me, makes me shiver so."

His fingertips play across my rigid nipples. "I want to see you too, Carrie," he says. "… to look at you while I hold you. It's been so long."

"Yes…"

We peel off my suit jacket and blouse and hang them over a low branch of the oak. He takes off my bra. I stand in front of him naked from the waist up. He looks at me, touches the points of my breasts. His eyes drink me in. "You're beautiful, Carrie… as beautiful as ever." He bends down, kisses my breasts. My body sings out. I hold the back of his head while he sucks my nipples. For a moment it seems as if he is a little boy feasting on me. I ache deep as the feelings of the lost years flow through me.

Keith lifts my skirt and rubs the naked wetness of my pussy. I unbutton his shirt, yank it out of his trousers and pull it almost up to his armpits. I press my breasts in against the bare skin and muscle of his chest. I unzip his pants and get out his cock again. I pull it against my thighs, tug down on my panties. The tip of his prick pushes against my cunt lips. I am eager for all of him now and I want him to fuck me. I kiss him, cling to him. The fire inside me leaps into flame. The stabbing aching hunger burns all through me.

He pushes his cock up into my pussy. We fuck standing up. His prick is hard steel. My cunt envelops it, grips it. He backs me up against the same tree where a few minutes before we saw the squirrel. I feel the rough bark against my back as he fucks me. I love the roughness, the hardness pushing at me from two directions. He lifts me up as he screws me until my feet are entirely off the ground. I hang there pinned against the bark by his prick. We cum…

We straighten our clothes. I get my bra and blouse from the tree branch and put them back on. I glance up and see the squirrel. "Look, our friend is still here," I say. Keith laughs. We walk slowly back to the car, our arms around each other.

We drive through the countryside along the back roads. I sit up close to Keith, my arm on his shoulder. I caress the hard curve of his jaw with my fingers.

We pass by a farm. "Recognize that…?" Keith asks.

I look closer. A strange bittersweet sensation comes over me. "Yes…" I say. "It looks almost the same, doesn't it? Shall we stop?"

Keith shakes his head. "Someone lives there now." "… oh"

I see the name on the mailbox as we go by Schmidt. Or Schmitz. Something like that. There is a girl swinging on an old tire near the house. She looks about eighteen. She gazes at us as we go by The barn looks as if it has been freshly painted. I turn away, then glance back as we go over the next hill but the barn and the farmhouse are already gone.

I feel wistful, empty. Keith gets back onto the main highway, drives rapidly. I have no idea where he is going. The sun is low in the sky now and reflects off the metal of the car into our eyes. I lay my head on Keith's shoulder. The images of the barn and the girl swinging keep passing in front of my closed eyes.