The Lady at the Lighthouse

I always enjoyed the rainy days even with the cold and the humidity punishing nature and also the people; I used to get up early on those days to light the fireplace and the stove the wood leaving a crack in the windows to break that smoky look; the stone house caulked with pike was cozy and I used to live inside it; but what I liked most on those rainy days was that he would come to see me; the nights were long and lonely and I used to sleep naked caressing my belly button and rubbing my clitoris until it was fun, feeling the nice chills, the nipples so hard that it hurt and that feeling of anxiety waiting for him. That morning it was no different; still naked I ran from the house to the bathroom where I had previously lit the fire under the old steaming bathtub waiting for me; I bathed myself carefully and then dried myself back inside the house where I tasted a boiling coffee and some corn husks; I was not sure if he would come, as I did not know if he would stay by my side, but the waiting was exciting ..., even because I knew that sooner or later he would come. It was a little after ten when I heard the ship's siren announcing his arrival that was sinking into the bay; after a while I looked out the window watching the motorboat slide over the turbulent water tearing the cove towards the small pier; with his muscles and firm gestures he tied the hood of the boat to the shroud and stuck his hand over his shoulders with the other hand holding the supplies. He walked resolutely and as he approached the house made my body react with shivers, hoarse nipples and a tearful and longing mouthpiece; with his calm way he entered depositing the load in a corner of the small room and coming and my direction; he bound me with his strong arms squeezing my body against his and sealing my mouth with his in eager and endless kisses; with one of his hands squeezing my buttocks and the other holding my neck under the hair he insisted on more lustful kisses knowing that it all served only to make me warmer and wetter. Excited by the excitement, I disengaged myself from him only to have the opportunity to take off his clothes; upon seeing him naked I fell into ecstasy as I closely examined that manly and virile body with its broad chest and prominent ornamentation of a beautiful Maori tattoo supported by a twisted abdomen followed by a lower belly where a member was erected whose rigidity was so unsettling that my mouth would salivate instinctively leading me to kneel before him taking his tool in my hands feeling all its power just before I had it inside my quiet mouth; such was my eagerness for him that I gave him an alternating tongue bath with eloquent sugars and ardent kisses. We looked at each other in that position which in no way represented submission, but rather an enormous desire for belonging; at one point he took me in his lap, taking me to the bed where we lay surrendered to more luxurious and extravagant kisses and caresses; finally he dipped his face until his mouth found my cave that already poured copious nectar that he took it upon himself to taste while granting me thunderous orgasms through his tongue endowed with indescribable skill; I closed my eyes and let myself be carried only by the sensations that he surfaced in a body that belonged to him without any limitation of mine. Bewildered and unconscious, I almost fainted when he covered me with agile and skilful pelvic movements that culminated in a deep and dizzying penetration that resulted in a groan that exploded from my throat and released from my mouth that was soon silenced by his still eager kisses that took care to initiate a succession of movements pulling out and burying his member inside me, requiring only a minimal effort to raise me to the seventh heaven with the joy flowing like a luxurious and profuse river shaking my body taken over by a countless number of shivers and spasms unable to offer any resistance to the impetuousness of that male who conquered me and dominated me that we are always together enjoying lustful pleasure. And so went the day and also the afternoon with him taking me to himself after brief breaks demonstrating a flawless performance as before and feeding me with an intoxicating and unforgettable pleasure; when the mantle of the night covered the sky I would get up to prepare a well-deserved meal for both of us, although he did not know that my intention was to feed him for soon after exhausting him inside me. After the meal he would make a point of taking me to his bed so that we could go back to bed, where he would sit allowing me to ride him experiencing a rapture as he went up and down on him with his rigid member invading my flesh to be expelled and again filling me in a voracious sequence as soon as it dissolved into new coats breathing my body leaving me trembling, excited and happy at the same time. One more rest and there he was attacking my nipples with his foul mouth licking, sucking and nibbling in a renewed stage of provocations that lasted just long enough for him to put me on all fours on the bed coming from behind turning me into his favorite dog by receiving his invader inside me provoking a startling resumption walking towards the moment when after so much pleasure, my man vibrated, moaned and grunted until he reached his climax, pouring his profuse load of semen inside me bed, causing an impact so forceful that I ended up ending in a final delight that shook my body and obliterated for good my mind surrounded by an ecstatic mist that stabbed me in the throat unconsciously over the slightest remnant of vital energy ... such was this impact that my eyes were weighed down and my hands were lost by the full satisfaction. The shrill and insistent sound of the siren of the vessel parked in the cove snatched me from the deep drowsiness of a day and a night of intense pleasure announcing that the departure was approaching; but, unfortunately, as I groped over the bed I found that he was no longer beside me; desperate I got up and ran to the door at least for one last farewell kiss, but there was no time for anything else! I saw him going down towards the dock and preparing the motorboat to return to the ship; before he left he looked in my direction and waved with a discreet smile on his lips. All that remained for me was to be content with the inevitable by keeping the delicious memories of that hallucinatory visit, hoping that he would soon return to me who would await him anxiously and always excited. Unfortunately his visits were rare of discontinuous leaving me in such a state of anxiety that I could hardly carry out the daily tasks always looking for an opportunity to get naked, lying on the bed and fingering my groin obtaining a voracious pleasure, but insufficient to mitigate all the heat that burned in my bowels. And many years later I would hear the siren of the boat entering the cove and leaving me overcome by enormous agitation longing for his embrace. And on such occasions I devoured him in every possible way seeking to exhaust his manhood that nourished me; and insisted that he remain naked while in my company and surprised him with gestures to unexpected actions; as soon as he sat around the table for a meal and I put myself between his legs taking his member in my mouth delighting myself with the sensation of seeing it grow and harden so that I could suck it until I extracted its nectar which I swallowed as the best of delicacies. He liked it when he saw me four on the bed rocking my butt like his favorite little puppy with his legs open displaying my gulpy grotto calling his name with almost exalted anxious tone; then he would come and fill me with his beautiful tool punching hard and deep making me mock several times without showing any sign of cooling; sometimes after many orgasms we would end up falling asleep still attached and I would sigh at the feeling of his pistol leaking out of my gut with the semen slowly flowing. Sadly, the next morning came and I found myself alone in bed listening to the ship's siren announcing his departure in a sad and empty farewell; sometimes I cried for the departure and also for the abandonment; he didn't understand how important his presence was to me ..., it wasn't about having him for me, but about belonging to him; men don't understand that women make belonging something essential in their lives; the few times we were together I prayed to the heavens that there wouldn't be a dawn, a shrill siren and a cold and silent departure. I really needed him that he didn't need me and if he understood that I would feel exultant! One night, after copulating more than once, I ended up confiding my feelings to him hoping in return for just a gesture or a smile that would prove to me that I was as important to him as he was to me ..., for my deep sadness I received nothing in return except a soul-crushing silence. He left and left me to my own fate, for he knew that when he returned I would be eagerly waiting for him. That situation was too torturous and I could not disengage myself from it even coming to think of something more catastrophic or vindictive to end my suffering and my own abandonment. And once again for me the morning sounded. However, to my utter surprise, this time it was not he who came to meet me... it was a very young man with an air of feigned inexperience and a shameless expression who looked at me insistently without saying a word; I thought it would be enough to indicate to him where to leave the groceries and supplies patiently waiting for him to leave; observing better there was something in him that excited me... I do not know if it was the desire repressed for so long, if it was a desire to avenge myself for the absence of my usual visitor or if it was just an instinctive desire to quench the fire that burned in my bowels. He did what I asked and then said that I needed to check the condition of the lighthouse. Before he left I asked him if he was hungry and would have lunch with me. "It would be a great pleasure, mistress! I'm really hungry!" he answered with a hint of nausea in his voice. And for the first time I enjoyed a talking company during lunch which made me very happy; he had a pleasant and engaging conversation mixing serious sentences with more relaxed ones and even drinking a slight nausea; at the end of our meal while we were having coffee I ventured to know if he would always come from then on without mentioning someone else's name. "Lady, with your beauty and this divine meal, I wouldn't miss the opportunity to be with you again for anything!" he replied with an emphatic tone that made me blush and burn. I didn't dare ask him to spend the night with me, although I had the feeling that if he did he would accept without hesitation and so we said goodbye; curiously, he returned week after week, whether for refueling, or just to check the functioning of the lighthouse and always had lunch and spent the afternoon talking to me showing a genuine interest in getting to know me better ..., and that's how I got the courage to invite him to spend the night at the lighthouse in my company. Before he could answer, a storm fell from the heavens at the same time that the ship's siren announced that it was time to leave; we stared at each other and he smiled at me; finally we embraced, exchanging wet kisses and hot caresses; in an extremely gentle way he undressed me and then began to appreciate my nakedness; I felt a certain embarrassment that came to shrink me, but he approached me again and embraced me, kissing my face and calling me beautiful; his words and gestures captivated me and enveloped me in a mind-boggling rapture. I helped him with his clothes and also stood admiring the beauty of his vicious and virile nudity; he took me in his arms and we went to bed where I was deposited with enormous care and vigilance; when I found myself he was with his face dipped between my legs licking my already very wet belly and giving me a mind-boggling orgasmic succession. I surrendered myself to him in groans and sighs, and after a while begged for the right to return his oral caress; he stared at me, smiled, and turned his body over the bed in such a way that his member was within reach of my thirsty mouth; I sucked that rigid mast of disturbing dimensions still being scourged by renewed and successive orgasms that almost clouded my consciousness; I confess that this sensory experience was far beyond anything I had ever felt in life; that boy with his cheerfulness and vitality proved unsurpassable, shaking my body pleasure after pleasure without any sign of exhaustion. I was already swimming in my own sweat when I was seized by a delirium, flopping from that position to my stomach up with my legs bent at the knees, throwing my crotch open to his still stunned look, and begging him to fuck me hard; once again he smiled and came to cover me with his waist until his limb found its sweet way to my burning vulva. And with a vigorous movement he sank that but pulsating within me, provoking unspeakable sensations that led me to full ecstasy, moaning and screaming like a hot dog in full heat! Every time he moved his pelvis with his waist pulling and shoving the brute inside me I exploded in a full enjoyment that licked me and slithered granting a stimulus so vehemently that I felt in the fullness of pleasure that a woman really deserves. And with attention and alertness that boy continued to punch hard reaching to ask me to tie him with my legs which I did with enormous satisfaction, because I thus experienced having a man trapped inside me satisfying me in all possible ways; once again he devoted himself to licking and sucking my hard nipples even biting them with a certain gentleness causing a wave of shivers vibrating on my skin. The climax came when he stepped up his movements further, announcing that his enjoyment was inexorably approaching and asking if he could go on to the end; babbling I begged him to pour his nectar deep inside me and it was at that moment that he straightened his muscles burying his cock deep inside me while I felt it pulsating and squirting flooding my bowels with a warm, viscous wave that still gave me a last and no less vehement enjoyment. He collapsed on me; we were both sweaty, panting and fulfilled in every way. The truth of the matter was that we were not finished yet, for a short time later he returned the load with the same impetuous fire filling me with his reindeer-shaped limb and making me shake my body more and more. And throughout the night and early morning he provided me with indivisible waves of pleasure and laughter that awaited my bowels. There was a time when I handed him something very dear to me when I sat up on the bed begging him to break my unharmed seal and looking over my shoulder at his expression of delight before licking the goblet and thumbing the hole to then impale me with immense voluptuousness that from so longed for and accomplished brought me far more pleasure than pain and finally I enjoyed a broad and unrestricted sense of belonging and in the depths of my soul I wished that he would make me his just as I wished to be his. We fell asleep defeated by the delicious fatigue fruit of our sexual and mental idyll; I came to dream of him coming to visit me whenever possible and I woke up sometimes feeling my body shiver and my vulva pulsing. When the night was gone there was only one cold and foggy day and for the first time I was not alone in bed, for he was by my side; I clung to his body and he embraced me with affection; we kissed a few times until we heard the ship's siren announcing that it was time to leave; we smiled and he realized my distress. <unk> I can go ..., but know that I will return ..., or I can stay if you want! <unk>, he whispered in my ear pressing my body against him and feeling my heart leaping. I smiled ... just smiled ...