Every year, a group of my husband's university friends get together, rent a house in the ski hills in northern Quebec, and enjoy a week of skiing, drinking, and whatever else comes along. This year, however, the weather has taken a turn for the warmer, and instead of snow gently falling, it's raining out. We've taken the day off, and have replaced it with silly games and lots of drinking in between.
I am hiding from the others. We are playing a game of Hide and Seek and we've been given time to find a hiding place in this big, old house. It used to be a large farm house, with three full floors, and eight bedrooms, perfect for our group. Six couples have come up, as well as Bob and Steve who have come up "bachelor" as their wives were not able to come up this year. Bob is a tall, skinny goofy kind of guy, but always makes everyone laugh. Steve is dark and handsome, with a smouldering presence. He arrived a little morose, and I made it my personal mission to cheer him up. I soon had him smiling at me with that big beautiful grin, but soon I found that his big beautiful brown eyes with that piercing look was lighting a fire that burned in my belly.
I soon began flirting with him whenever I could, knowing that nothing good could come from it, but not being able to help myself. I would touch his arm whenever I could, and brush against him whenever the opportunity arose. He clearly got my message, as just last night, he stretched out his legs to play footsie with me under the table through supper. The ardure he provoked in me made my husband wonder what had gotten into me that night, as our sex was particularly passionate.
At the top of the house I have found the door into the attic, and in the attic, an empty room at the back with only a bed, a closet, and some old boxes stacked to the ceiling. Quickly, in the dark, I slide under the bed and wait for the others to find me; their voices are very distant now. They are far away, except for one pair of footsteps, one person, who is getting closer and closer. He comes in such a direct line toward me, it’s as though he knew where I was, as if I had left him a trail, a scent. As if we had planned this hiding place together. I catch my breath, my heart pounding, because I know who it is, the one person in the group I want to have find me, to find me before the others. It has to be Steve. I will it to be him.
He comes straight to the room, quietly and quickly so the others won’t hear him, and slides under the bed beside me in the darkness. We lie together, hardly breathing, our hands beginning to move over one another. Hands that have never before touched me, move all over me. Hands I put a face to in my mind, that face I’ve always found exciting but that was never mine to kiss. I hardly dare breathe as I listen for other voices, moving in and then away as the seeker looks to find one person after another, exploring room after distant room.
Under the bed, we both move slowly. My skin is alive, the excitement running all through me as my own hands help him to ease up my sweater, direct his mouth to my breast. I help him work my pants off, and then with the most incredible daring I push my buttocks up and his head down. His mouth caresses me all over, and I can tell from his body motions, that he's taken off his pants as well. My hands, braver and braver in the dark, move over him, find his erection like a rock, and all the while we seem to move in slow motion on this bare floor, scarcely breathing, our bodies moving against the background noise of the voices on the floor below. Two people have been caught so far, and Bob is still looking for all the others.
The louder his approaching voice gets, the more urgent our bodies grow. We hear Bob laughing and calling out as he finds another person - Beth this time. The fear and anxiety I feel make me hotter, make me do the most incredible things with this man whom I hardly know. Now there is nothing I wouldn’t let him do to me; even pain, even words in my ear that no man has ever said. "More." My own whisper is in my ear. "More!" I demand of him and I am wet through before he is quite in me. We are like two conspirators in the dark, breathing so hard it seems incredible they can’t hear us.
The space under the bed has gotten too restrictive for us now, as our bodies are driven to a need for deep movement. We crawl out from under the bed and before I can do anything, Steve has grabbed me and thrown me on the bed, face down and ass up. He wastes no time and I feel his hot erection piercing into me. I'm so wet that he easily shoves the entire length of his considerable erection deep inside of me. I must have moaned deeply, as his hand quickly moved over my mouth to cut down on any noise. It was a good thing he did, as three or four thrusts later, and I was rolling in my first orgasm.
Nothing could stop me now - my body was screaming out for the pleasure his cock was providing me. Even if my husband had walked into the room, I would not have been able to stop.
I am hiding from the others. We are playing a game of Hide and Seek and we've been given time to find a hiding place in this big, old house. It used to be a large farm house, with three full floors, and eight bedrooms, perfect for our group. Six couples have come up, as well as Bob and Steve who have come up "bachelor" as their wives were not able to come up this year. Bob is a tall, skinny goofy kind of guy, but always makes everyone laugh. Steve is dark and handsome, with a smouldering presence. He arrived a little morose, and I made it my personal mission to cheer him up. I soon had him smiling at me with that big beautiful grin, but soon I found that his big beautiful brown eyes with that piercing look was lighting a fire that burned in my belly.
I soon began flirting with him whenever I could, knowing that nothing good could come from it, but not being able to help myself. I would touch his arm whenever I could, and brush against him whenever the opportunity arose. He clearly got my message, as just last night, he stretched out his legs to play footsie with me under the table through supper. The ardure he provoked in me made my husband wonder what had gotten into me that night, as our sex was particularly passionate.
At the top of the house I have found the door into the attic, and in the attic, an empty room at the back with only a bed, a closet, and some old boxes stacked to the ceiling. Quickly, in the dark, I slide under the bed and wait for the others to find me; their voices are very distant now. They are far away, except for one pair of footsteps, one person, who is getting closer and closer. He comes in such a direct line toward me, it’s as though he knew where I was, as if I had left him a trail, a scent. As if we had planned this hiding place together. I catch my breath, my heart pounding, because I know who it is, the one person in the group I want to have find me, to find me before the others. It has to be Steve. I will it to be him.
He comes straight to the room, quietly and quickly so the others won’t hear him, and slides under the bed beside me in the darkness. We lie together, hardly breathing, our hands beginning to move over one another. Hands that have never before touched me, move all over me. Hands I put a face to in my mind, that face I’ve always found exciting but that was never mine to kiss. I hardly dare breathe as I listen for other voices, moving in and then away as the seeker looks to find one person after another, exploring room after distant room.
Under the bed, we both move slowly. My skin is alive, the excitement running all through me as my own hands help him to ease up my sweater, direct his mouth to my breast. I help him work my pants off, and then with the most incredible daring I push my buttocks up and his head down. His mouth caresses me all over, and I can tell from his body motions, that he's taken off his pants as well. My hands, braver and braver in the dark, move over him, find his erection like a rock, and all the while we seem to move in slow motion on this bare floor, scarcely breathing, our bodies moving against the background noise of the voices on the floor below. Two people have been caught so far, and Bob is still looking for all the others.
The louder his approaching voice gets, the more urgent our bodies grow. We hear Bob laughing and calling out as he finds another person - Beth this time. The fear and anxiety I feel make me hotter, make me do the most incredible things with this man whom I hardly know. Now there is nothing I wouldn’t let him do to me; even pain, even words in my ear that no man has ever said. "More." My own whisper is in my ear. "More!" I demand of him and I am wet through before he is quite in me. We are like two conspirators in the dark, breathing so hard it seems incredible they can’t hear us.
The space under the bed has gotten too restrictive for us now, as our bodies are driven to a need for deep movement. We crawl out from under the bed and before I can do anything, Steve has grabbed me and thrown me on the bed, face down and ass up. He wastes no time and I feel his hot erection piercing into me. I'm so wet that he easily shoves the entire length of his considerable erection deep inside of me. I must have moaned deeply, as his hand quickly moved over my mouth to cut down on any noise. It was a good thing he did, as three or four thrusts later, and I was rolling in my first orgasm.
Nothing could stop me now - my body was screaming out for the pleasure his cock was providing me. Even if my husband had walked into the room, I would not have been able to stop.
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Steve must have felt my orgasm, as he slowed a bit, then started back into me, plunging savagely into me with his hardness. We both knew our time was limited, that we would have to finish or we would be discovered. I was powerless to do anything as he had his full weight down on top of me, his dick pinned me to the bed and his hand over my mouth. Before I knew what was happening, he had pulled out. I died a little bit, wanting desperately to feel him back inside of me.
He whispered into my ear: "Relax and you'll enjoy this." I didn't know what he was talking about, but soon felt the head of his cock pressing against the opening of my ass. At this poing, I was so hot that I didn't care what he was doing to me, as long as I could feel him inside of me. He paused for what seemed like an eternity, then began to push against me. I was so hot and so wet, that I willed myself to relax, and soon his cock was sliding easily into my ass. It felt like heaven! I grunted my satisfaction, and Steve began to stroke into me in slow, shallow lunges, but soon the passion overtook him, and he was sliding the full length of his cock in and out of my ass.
By this point, Bob had found all the players, except for Steve and I. They were calling to one another, "Have you found them?" Then calling my name, "Emma! Where are you, Emma?" With every step they moved closer. The voices were calling out to one another, suggesting places I may have hidden; they were aware now that we were the only two missing.
Then their voices fade and I pray, dear God, don’t let them find us yet! Then I hear my husband Larry’s voice, and though there is not a note of suspicion in it, I begin to feel a level of anxiety, which strangely only heightens the pleasure I was feeling down below. Steve knew as well that our time was limited, and his thrusts became faster, heavier and deeper. It was providing me with sensations like I had never felt in my life, and I felt another orgasm, more powerful that the rest, building up inside of me.
Now that they know we were together, the search takes on new urgency. "What are you two up to? Where are you?" they call, laughing, teasing now. Their urgency becomes ours, hidden, sopping wet all over now with one another’s sweat, with our clothes half on and half off… how will we explain to the others? But it’s too late for that now. There are footsteps on the stairs, someone’s found the little door that leads to the attic. It’s just one pair of footsteps coming.
We need more time, just seconds. We hear the searcher stumble in the dark, and as the cock inside me thrusts deeper and deeper, my teeth are tearing the skin on my lower lip and our fucking is paced in doubletime to the steps outside in the dark, coming closer and closer, as we get closer and closer to something we can no longer avoid. Now as I know it is beyond my control, I also know that the person coming is Larry. He calls down to the others below that he thinks he’s found us. As the footsteps and voices move closer and closer, so do we, and I shake violently in the throws of my orgasm, oblivious to the fact that Steve has exploded inside of me, pumping my ass full of his seed. Before I know it, Steve is off me, pulling on his clothes and diving back under the bed.
I look around in desperation, grab my pants and sweater, and jump into a closet by the side of the room. It's all I can do to get my clothes on before Larry, Beth and Bob come swarming into the room and find Steve under the bed. They ask Steve if he knows where I am, but he only tells them that it's their job to find me. I think he's just relieved that I'm not still naked on the bed with sperm leaking out of my ass for all to see. In fact, I can still feel the throbing his cock has provoked between my legs when Bob throws open the door to the closet and declares that he's found me. I'm forever grateful that they're too drunk to notice as I stumble out of my hiding spot, and try to get my legs to work after the sex I've just been subjected to.
Larry congratulates me on winning the game. To distract him from what I've just been doing, I coyly ask him what the winner gets. He must see the twinkle in my eye as he tells me that it's winner's choice, but that he looks forward to the choice being completely indecent and inappropriate. If only he knew that I had just had another man's cock cum inside of my ass.
Later in the afternoon when we found a quite moment, Steve discretely sliped me my bra that I had left under the bed. I asked about the panties, and with that sparkling smile, he asked me if he could keep them as a souvenir. Just his smile make my privates begin to throb again, and of course I conceded "the spoils to the victor". Steve and I never got the chance to repeat that experience again, however this year's chalet has a large hot tub. I can only dream of what will happen below the surface of the water...
He whispered into my ear: "Relax and you'll enjoy this." I didn't know what he was talking about, but soon felt the head of his cock pressing against the opening of my ass. At this poing, I was so hot that I didn't care what he was doing to me, as long as I could feel him inside of me. He paused for what seemed like an eternity, then began to push against me. I was so hot and so wet, that I willed myself to relax, and soon his cock was sliding easily into my ass. It felt like heaven! I grunted my satisfaction, and Steve began to stroke into me in slow, shallow lunges, but soon the passion overtook him, and he was sliding the full length of his cock in and out of my ass.
By this point, Bob had found all the players, except for Steve and I. They were calling to one another, "Have you found them?" Then calling my name, "Emma! Where are you, Emma?" With every step they moved closer. The voices were calling out to one another, suggesting places I may have hidden; they were aware now that we were the only two missing.
Then their voices fade and I pray, dear God, don’t let them find us yet! Then I hear my husband Larry’s voice, and though there is not a note of suspicion in it, I begin to feel a level of anxiety, which strangely only heightens the pleasure I was feeling down below. Steve knew as well that our time was limited, and his thrusts became faster, heavier and deeper. It was providing me with sensations like I had never felt in my life, and I felt another orgasm, more powerful that the rest, building up inside of me.
Now that they know we were together, the search takes on new urgency. "What are you two up to? Where are you?" they call, laughing, teasing now. Their urgency becomes ours, hidden, sopping wet all over now with one another’s sweat, with our clothes half on and half off… how will we explain to the others? But it’s too late for that now. There are footsteps on the stairs, someone’s found the little door that leads to the attic. It’s just one pair of footsteps coming.
We need more time, just seconds. We hear the searcher stumble in the dark, and as the cock inside me thrusts deeper and deeper, my teeth are tearing the skin on my lower lip and our fucking is paced in doubletime to the steps outside in the dark, coming closer and closer, as we get closer and closer to something we can no longer avoid. Now as I know it is beyond my control, I also know that the person coming is Larry. He calls down to the others below that he thinks he’s found us. As the footsteps and voices move closer and closer, so do we, and I shake violently in the throws of my orgasm, oblivious to the fact that Steve has exploded inside of me, pumping my ass full of his seed. Before I know it, Steve is off me, pulling on his clothes and diving back under the bed.
I look around in desperation, grab my pants and sweater, and jump into a closet by the side of the room. It's all I can do to get my clothes on before Larry, Beth and Bob come swarming into the room and find Steve under the bed. They ask Steve if he knows where I am, but he only tells them that it's their job to find me. I think he's just relieved that I'm not still naked on the bed with sperm leaking out of my ass for all to see. In fact, I can still feel the throbing his cock has provoked between my legs when Bob throws open the door to the closet and declares that he's found me. I'm forever grateful that they're too drunk to notice as I stumble out of my hiding spot, and try to get my legs to work after the sex I've just been subjected to.
Larry congratulates me on winning the game. To distract him from what I've just been doing, I coyly ask him what the winner gets. He must see the twinkle in my eye as he tells me that it's winner's choice, but that he looks forward to the choice being completely indecent and inappropriate. If only he knew that I had just had another man's cock cum inside of my ass.
Later in the afternoon when we found a quite moment, Steve discretely sliped me my bra that I had left under the bed. I asked about the panties, and with that sparkling smile, he asked me if he could keep them as a souvenir. Just his smile make my privates begin to throb again, and of course I conceded "the spoils to the victor". Steve and I never got the chance to repeat that experience again, however this year's chalet has a large hot tub. I can only dream of what will happen below the surface of the water...
