(Jim and Sara nookie courtesy of my co-conspirator)
Borrowed: New Horizons-Justin Hayward and the Moody Blues
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The sound of Lucky crashing about through the cabin could be heard by the sleeping couple in the bedroom. Almost in the same way a parent would address a crying infant in the middle of the night, Sara rolled over to Jim and simply stated, "Its your turn". Reluctantly, Jim got up and clad only in his boxers, and padded his way into the living area to find Lucky sitting on the armrest of the couch, looking over at him. Picking up the kitten, Jim absentmindedly stroked it's fur and whispered.
"So, what do you want now, hmm, food, milk?" he asked the pint sized terror
Jim placed the kitten on the kitchen counter as he opened a tin of tuna and poured a saucer of milk. Placing them on the floor, beside the fridge, Jim picked Lucky up from the counter where he was watching his actions and placed him on the floor. Watching Lucky devour the tuna and move on to the milk, Jim smiled to himself and spoke softly as he walked back to the bedroom.
"Like having another infant, midnight feedings and constant attention."
Back in the bedroom, Jim went to the bathroom to relieve himself. Washing his hands and brushing his teeth, he looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. Noting the creases on his brow line, and the crow's feet around his eyes Jim thought to himself that he looked about as old as he felt; and, boy, did he feel old.
Walking back to bed, he climbed in and lay on his back, arm stretched out over top of Sara's head. Almost as soon as he settled in, Sara got up and went to the bathroom, herself. Listening to the sounds of running water and toilet flushing, Jim rolled over to look out the slightly open bedroom window. The night sky was clear and the stars were out in full force, shedding moonlight and star fire out across the heavens.
As Sara brushed her teeth, she looked in the mirror and with her free hand, she brushed a few stray hairs from her face. The luggage from underneath her eyes was gone, and for this she credited Jim, as the last couple of nights she had slept unusually well. Rinsing her brush under warm water and gargling with some minty-fresh mouthwash, she smiled to her reflection and whispered, "You go, Girl".
Climbing back into bed, Sara snuggled up to Jim and draped her left arm around his stomach. Reaching up with his free hand, Jim placed his hand on top of Sara's and drew lazy circles with the tip of his index finger while Sara ran her fingers through the hairs of Jim's happy trail.
After a few minutes, Jim rolled over and turned his head to gaze at Sara. Seeing her looking back at him, Jim blushed. He was thankful for the poor light quality, as he was certain that Sara could not see him pinkening. Sensing that something was on her mind, Jim spoke.
"What's up?" he asked
"Oh, nothing; I was just thinking." she replied
"About what?" he inquired
"About us." she said softly
"What about us?" he queried
Sensing that she was reluctant to speak her mind, Jim knew exactly what she was thinking. He had a feeling that if left up to her, Sara would never make any real first move of any sort, so, swallowing hard, he cupped her face in his hands and planted a soft kiss on her supple lips. The taste was amazing as was the sensation of her hands on him mind blowing. For her part, Sara was lost, herself, as Jim deepened the kiss from soft and sweet to heated and passionate, their tongues dueling for dominance and hands roaming all over each other.
Jim's right hand quickly found it's way to her breast as Sara sank deeper and deeper into the ecstasy that was being loved by Jim Brass. In the past, Sara had wondered about Jim's age and his ability to rise to the occasion where sex was concerned, but if now was any indication of things to come, Jim was definitely not a candidate for Enzyte or any of the other erectile dysfunction drugs. Jim was more than adequately equipped for pleasures of the flesh. A couple of times, at work and in her off time with Jim, especially when he was wearing jeans, Sara had found herself looking, and at times, staring at Jim's endowments, and a couple of times, in fact, Jim had caught her gawking either at his ass or his crotch. At those times, Sara would think to herself that Jim was in great shape, physically, as her eyes wandered over his whole body, wondering what it would look like devoid of any restrictive clothing. Now, she was finding out and much to her complete pleasure, Jim was a stud, in every sense of the word.
As Sara and Jim tumbled about under the bedclothes, she thought about something she'd heard in college; that more than a handful was wasteful. As this thought passed through her mind, she chuckled.
"What's the matter?" Jim asked
Realizing that Jim had heard her, Sara blushed and hesitated before responding. Summoning up all her courage, Sara smiled.
"I was just thinking about something I heard in college, that's all."
"And what was that?" he questioned as he trailed kisses down her breastbone to her navel
"Oh, just that more than a hand full is wasteful." she confessed
"Is that so?" Jim asked playfully "And which category do I fall into?"
Finding herself momentarily unable to speak, due to Jim's lips on her abdomen and working their way farther south, she struggled to respond. After a few moments, she replied.
"You would not only fall, but come crashing through the barriers of the "more than a hand full" category, but certainly not wasteful."
Jim smiled at the obviously sincere compliment as Sara ran her hands across Jim's back and shoulders, creating goose bumps. Opening his eyes momentarily, Jim saw the band of Sara's boxers and looked up at her, grinning.
"These are some very naughty shorts; very naughty indeed." he said, shimmying them off her hips and tossing them to the floor
"Ooh, Hmm, OoohYeah." was her only reply
Taking this as a good sign, Jim moved back up Sara's torso, to her lips and back to heaven. As Jim made love to her mouth with his lips, Sara attempted to flip him onto his back, but he resisted. A mischievous grin on his face, he gazed down at her.
"No you don't, this is for you, girlie." he said in a very seductive tone
Sara began to protest, but Jim cut her off by placing his hand on her cheek and steering her gaze to him and into his eyes; he had her undivided attention. Pausing for a moment and shifting his weight to his knees, he was now straddling her abdomen. Looking into her deep pools of chestnut brown, he whispered.
"Tonight is all about you and what I can do to make you happy; to pleasure you. Whatever you want, I will do. All you have to do is tell me; that's all I ask." he explained
Sara was stunned by Jim's statement, and as she processed this new information, she thought about all the wonderful things that Jim was willing to do, just for her. He was willing to take the time and make this as amazing for her as he possibly could, he was totally and utterly unselfish and making this all about her, forgoing his own needs. This was shaping up to be the best sexual encounter that she had ever had, bar none.
Slow and steady were Jim's thrusts and at the height of each stroke, Sara could see stars behind her closed lids. With every slide, Jim hit her G-spot and as the sensation registered each time, she gasped a little more and a little louder. Her head tilted back, almost to the point of possible pain, Sara reached up and ran her hands around Jim's love handles and cupped his tightly muscular ass. Sweat beading on his brow, Jim looked down at Sara
Sara could feel every inch of Jim as he slid into and out of her, and just when she thought she was arriving at climax, Jim withdrew and placed a kiss on her forehead. Puzzled as to why Jim would back off when she, and most likely he, as well, were so close to the verge, her eyes shot open and she pouted.
"Awww, man."
Grinning heavily and giggling maniacally, Jim responded to Sara's protest.
"I'm no minute man. Remember what I said earlier; this is all about you. I want you to remember me." he said with a certain look in his eyes
Touched, in more ways than one, that Jim would say something like that, Sara cocked her head to the side and gazed up and into Jim's eyes. She desperately wanted to say something to reassure him that he would never be forgotten, but her mind was a temporary blank. Finally, after a few seconds, she responded. Placing her right hand on his cheek and drawing his gaze to her, she whispered to him.
"Jim, I can assure you that you will never, and I mean never, be forgotten. Point in fact, you'd rank at the top of my list." she stated
Looking down at her and about to weep, Jim replied.
"The top?"
"The very top, as in the best, and that's no shallow compliment, Jim. You're very talented." she replied
Visibly touched by Sara's declaration, Jim squinted as a single tear escaped his eye and landed on Sara's chest. Feeling the moisture on her skin, Sara brought her head up and planted a tender kiss on his lips. Backing off a bit after the peck, Sara nibbled on Jim's lower lip and grinned mischievously. Taking into account his current emotional state, Sara vocalized her wants.
"Ok, Jim, you gave me mine, now I'm gonna give you yours." she stated
Slowly and carefully, Sara rolled Jim over to lie on his back and climbed on him, straddling his hips. Leaning forward, Sara hovered her chest above Jim's eager mouth and as he took a breast in his hand and tugged at her nipple with his teeth, Sara gritted her teeth as Jim continued with his ministrations. Rocking her hips back and forth, Sara established a rhythm which, by the looks of things, was just dandy for Jim.
Just as things were returning to their previous pace, Lucky, who, unbeknownst to Jim and Sara, had been sitting in the doorway watching, jumped up on the night table, landing on the clock radio, effectively switching it on. Sara swatted at Lucky to shoo him off the radio and when he saw her hand coming, he puffed up and hissed, swatting at her. Chuckling out of nervousness, Sara looked at Jim.
"Tell your son to get lost." she directed
Jim reached out his left hand and taking Lucky by the belly, lifted him off the radio and plopped him on the floor. Immediately, he jumped back up and resumed his previous position. Back arched and tail fluffed up, Lucky protested when Jim removed him this second time, but as Jim shook his finger at the cat, he dropped his head and left the room. Looking up at Sara, Jim smiled.
"I think he was trying to protect me." Jim commented
"From what?" she asked
"Oh, I don't know, a heart attack, maybe?" Jim mused
This last comment elicited a playful swat from Sara. Jim rubbed the spot on his shoulder where Sara had made contact and chuckled.
"Hey, careful, there, I'm an old man." he commented
"You're far from old, Jim, and you're in no danger of having a heart attack. You think I'd do anything to jeopardize your health?" she asked playfully
"Well, not intentionally, no." Jim replied, gaining another swat from Sara "Hey, I never knew you were into brutalizing your partners."
As witty as this last comment was, Sara could not pass up the opportunity to get Jim while he was prone, so, shifting her weight to her knees and wiggling her fingers around she proceeded to tickle him. She wasn't sure if he was ticklish, but she figured she'd give it a shot as she tickled his underarms and backs of his knees. Jim wiggled about violently as he tried to get Sara off of him, but was unsuccessful. Sara was amazingly powerful for her size, and for this,
Jim was not totally disappointed.
After a few minutes, Sara relented and Jim rolled over, taking her with him. The music played in the background as Jim dipped his head to place a trail of kisses from one collar bone to the other. The soft sounds of Justin Hayward and The Moody Blues echoed throughout the boudoir as Jim and Sara picked up right where they had left off before the "Lucky" incident. They were a tangle of human flesh encased in a flannel cocoon; two becoming one.
Where is this place that we have found
Nobody knows where we are bound
I long to hear, I need to see
Cos I've shed tears enough for me
But I'm never gonna lose your precious gift
It will always be that way
Cos I know I'm gonna find my piece of mind
Someday.....
Hearing the words to this lovely song, Sara closed her eyes and slipped into blissful oblivion. Behind her closed lids, she saw spots, great big spots of psychedelic blues, greens, reds and swirls of other colours. For himself, Jim hyper focused on the lyrics; he loved this song and he could think of no better way to hear it again than to listen to it while making love to Sara.
Steadily, Jim worked his pace up to a faster stride, pumping and thrusting with all his reserved energy. Jim could tell that Sara was near to the edge and as he felt her tighten around him, he dipped his head down and whispered into her ear.
"Open up, Sara. I need to see you."
Feeling the beginnings of her climax, Sara opened her eyes and stared directly into Jim's pools of bright blue. Not wanting to close her eyes, Sara focused on Jim's and as they achieved the ever elusive mutual climax, Sara went cross-eyed. Slightly physically drained, Jim gave a few last thrusts and when he was totally spent, he withdrew and rolled over on his side. He could hear Sara's rapid breathing and as he turned to see her, she rolled over and placed her head on his chest. His heart was beating double-time as well, but it was strong and steady, like the man.
Before succumbing to the exhaustion that threatened to take them, Jim kissed the top of Sara's head and rubbed an open hand on her back.
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The sun crept through the blinds of the bedroom and shined it's light on a sleeping Jim Brass and Sara Sidle. Sara was first to wake and when she opened her eyes, she saw Lucky sitting on Jim's chest with his paw raised and looking at Jim's eyes move back and forth behind his lids. As the lashes fluttered, Lucky patted Jim's eye and waited for it to flutter again. Surprised that Jim had not woken yet, Sara climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom to relieve herself, brush her teeth and wash her hands. Seeing that Lucky was still on Jim, Sara went to the kitchen and dished out some tuna and milk for him. Hearing the plates hit the floor, Lucky came running and wove his way around her legs. Having finished, Sara went back to bed and picked up her magazine from the bedside table.
For about fourty-five minutes, Sara had been reading to herself while Jim slept on. She didn't want to wake him because if he was as exhausted as she was, he'd be sleeping for a while longer. Sara was a bit worn and a bit sore, due to the extended period of time without any activity, but it really didn't bother her at all, after all, she had waited, been patient and when the time came, she was ready.
While in the middle of an article about rock climbing, Sara noticed Jim moving around' "He's waking up." she thought to herself, and she was right. Jim rolled over and Lucky jumped from his chest to land between Jim and Sara. Opening his eyes Jim looked at the clock on the night table: 09:00. Looking up at Sara, Jim wondered why, if she was so awake, she would stay in bed. He rested his head on her lap and with his right hand absentmindedly traced circles on her left thigh. For about 30 minutes, Jim and Sara stayed like this, comfy and laid back. It was only when Lucky patted Jim's hand on Sara's thigh, that he showed more definite signs of life. The kitten nuzzled his nose against Jim's nose and sat in front of him as if he were awaiting his response. Reluctantly, Jim reached a hand out from under the warm covers and scratched Lucky behind the ear. Sara smiled as she watched Jim and Lucky interacting; it was so cute.
His head still on her lap, Jim looked up at her and sighed.
"How do you feel?" he asked
Changing his position from one of lying down to sitting up, Jim looked at Sara and smiled widely.
"I feel alive. I feel perfect." he replied
Smiling hard, Sara replied
"You are perfect, Jim. In my eyes, you're a paragon of the male species."
TBC?--