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Nightfall
By Diana (address withheld)

***

Two women, a motorcycle and a drive down the coast. 
(FF, rom)

***

I was really scared at first. My heart must have been 
thumping so loudly and hard that I knew she could feel 
it through the leather jacket and all. Every time we 
came to a curve, I would clutch so hard, she probably 
couldn't breath. 

For the whole first hour, I just shut my eyes and 
cursed myself for ever agreeing to get on the damned 
motorcycle. I was so sure that the thing would topple 
every time we went around a bend. And damn her, she 
choose the road with the most winding curves in the 
state. God, I must have been crazy to agree to this. 
Maybe crazy in love.

But, by the second hour, I found myself peaking over 
her shoulder. My legs would tense in anticipation when 
we came to a bend, and I was starting to lean into the 
curves like a pro. The feel of the streaming air was 
exhilarating, and I was grinning like an idiot. And the 
feel of the powerful engine purring between my legs. 
God, I didn't want the trip to end, but if it didn't 
soon, I was gonna ravage her right here in the road.

The last time we had been camping was by the lake, and 
the birds had danced for us in the morning sun. This 
time we were headed down the coast to a camp ground 
overlooking the Pacific. I had never been there before. 
But I had learned to let my love make the plans -- well 
at least half the time. She always seemed to know what 
would make me happiest.

Even the damn motorcycle. I had resisted her so long. 
But finally after a long night filled with passion and 
love making, she asked me to try it once. And I, I 
couldn't deny her anything that night, so I agreed. How 
could she have known that I would learn to love this 
too?

The road curved in and out of the trees, and their dark 
shapes flashed by in a blur of pine scented wind. From 
time to time the coast came into view, and I could see 
the tide cresting against the ragged rocks below us. 

Once in awhile, a shaft of fear would stab me as I 
imagined us crashing out of control and our bodies 
falling to be splintered on those rocks. I would shiver 
then. But then I would feel the solid reality of my 
lover pressed against me, and I would remember her 
strength, her gentle competence, and I relaxed. I had 
learned to trust this marvelous women in so many parts 
of my life. Here I trusted her with my life itself, and 
I knew that she would care for it as she always did.

When we finally came to the entrance to the campground, 
it was both too soon and to late for me. To soon for 
the ride that had become an odyssey to end. And too 
late because by now not only my panties but my jeans as 
well were soaked. I felt my arousal humming along my 
nerves, and the throbbing ache of my clit made it hard 
for me to walk.

Our site was located above a secluded beach that looked 
perfect for skinny dipping. There was a small stand of 
pines that had been twisted by the elements acting as a 
wind break. And our privacy was protected on one side 
by a tall rock and on the other by dense bushes. I 
could hear the muted thunder of the waves breaking on 
the rocks around the point; but below me, in the 
protected cove, the tide was a gentle swell lapping at 
the beach leaving a tracery of foam on the sand.

I began setting up the tent while Cyn roared down to 
the camp store for some fire wood. The pegs slid easily 
into the sandy soil, and the tent went up quickly. It 
was a small pleasure, but I liked being expert enough 
to accomplish the chore without help. And it was with 
deepest satisfaction that I zipped our two sleeping 
bags together and laid them out on the tent floor. 

I thought of making love to Cyn here perched on the 
cliff side above the sea, and smiled with deepest 
contentment. Cyn roared back up and stopped with a show 
of spinning wheels and flying sand aimed carefully away 
from the tent. She was showing off and grinning at me, 
and I grinned back. She knew she had won me over, and 
words weren't necessary for me to acknowledge my 
admiration and love. 

She quickly laid out the fire while I finished up the 
rest of the camp chores. We would light the fire later 
and roast hot-dogs and marshmallows on sticks like 
kids. But for now we would enjoy the last hour of 
daylight.

I pulled Cyn into my arms and kissed her. My hands 
caressed over the swell of her buttocks and pulled her 
close into my hips. She was laughing gently at the 
urgency of my ardor. "Do you know what that damn 
motorcycle has done to me?"

"Dose it have anything to do with that damp spot on you 
jeans?" 

"God woman. I almost wrestled you off that thing in the 
road; I wanted you so much."

"You almost crashed us a couple of times," she chided, 
"when your hands kept creeping up to my breasts. Don't 
you know it's not safe to distract the driver?"

"It's your fault. You should have warned me. Told me 
that it's just a giant vibrator!"

"If I had, would I have gotten you on it sooner?"

"Probably. Yamaha should start a new ad campaign: the 
cycle that makes you cum as you go."

I loved the sound of her laughter. We stood holding 
each other for a while simply content with the soft 
warmth of each other's bodies. I loved the smell of her 
leather jacket and even the way the hard zippers were 
rubbing against my breasts. She was such a contrast of 
feelings: of hardness and softness, and I loved each 
and every part of her.

"Well, what do you want to do now lover?" she asked 
teasingly. "Hmmm. Well I suppose it's too early to 
snuggle up in our sleeping bags. Let's find a good spot 
to watch the sunset from."

"OK."

We found a path winding down the side of the cliff to 
the beach. About half way down, there was a sandy ledge 
sheltered by three trees that were precariously 
clinging to the side of the bluff. We climbed over a 
tumble of rocks and sat facing the sea. Cyn was 
sheltered in my arms, her back pressed against my chest 
imitating the way we had ridden on her motorcycle. 

This time I didn't hesitate to cup her breasts through 
the fabric of her tee-shirt. She didn't have any bra 
on, and I could feel the erect nipples and all of the 
little bumps and ridges that adorned her areolas. I 
squeezed gently and she pressed back harder against me.

The sun had been playing hide and seek behind the 
clouds all day.

Now there was a long line of clouds stretching above 
the horizon. The sun had been swallowed up by the 
rolling gray mass, but golden rays escaped both above 
and below, liming the curving bow of the clouds with 
white gold and turning the sea molten. As we watched, 
the sky turned from pale gray-yellow to deep orange, 
and the sea turned from gold to cooper. Then the orb of 
the sun escaped beneath the clouds and kissed the 
horizon.

The waves shimmered and danced welcoming the sun to her 
nightly couch. Each swell brought the liquid light to 
the shore bathing the sand with a softer glow. And the 
music of the waves caressed our ears and sang a lullaby 
to the lowering sun. Cyn's breath was coming quickly, 
and as I brushed my hands along the curve of her 
stomach down to her crotch, I felt her shiver. I 
squeezed her and felt how wet her jeans had become. 

"So... your not immune to the Yamaha vibrator either." 

"Of course not." her voice was a bit breathless, "but 
it's never gotten me going quite this much before. 
Maybe it needs a tune up."

I laughed and unzipped her jeans. I slipped one hand 
inside while the other went back to playing with her 
breasts. No wonder her jeans were so wet: she wasn't 
wearing any panties. I ran my fingers back and forth 
through her wet curls. She pushed back against me, her 
head thrown back on my shoulder, her hips trust forward 
so that I could reach inside of her. 

I began kissing her neck, and she turned so that I 
could reach her lips. I could feel her rapid breath 
coming through her teeth as I placed my mouth over 
hers. I slipped my fingers inside her slit and rubbed 
up and down feeling her hot hardened clit with my 
thumb. 

"Inside me," she commanded breathlessly, and I slipped 
my fingers deep inside thrusting hard. Her hips were 
rocking up off the ground as she strained to push me in 
deeper. 

I moved to one side so that I could reach farther and 
thrust again and again. She was groaning in time to the 
thrusts now, writhing against me, pushing up with all 
the strength of her legs. Then her back arched and her 
pelvis thrust up one last time. I could feel the 
shudders pass through her body as she came with a last 
cry of passion. The sun had just sunk beneath the sea 
to be quenched in the molten waves it had excited.

I watched the first of the stars come out as I held her 
against me. My fingers were still inside her, and I 
could feel her muscles clenching and unclenching around 
them as small shudders passed through her body. I 
started to thrust again, but she squeezed her legs 
around my hand and held it still. 

I waited knowing the sometimes she could feel the after 
shocks of orgasm for minutes after we made love. When 
at last she sighed and turned in my arms, there was a 
tapestry of stars strewn across the sky and only a deep 
purple lining the horizon hinted where the sun had 
gone.

She kissed me then, my dearest Cyn, and began undoing 
my shirt. She knelt in front of me and ran her hands 
across my breasts scoring lightly with her nails. Her 
teeth played with my lip, but my need was much to 
urgent now; I pulled her mouth to mine. She pushed me 
back so I half reclined, and undid my jeans and slipped 
them down to my ankles. 

I spread my legs wide to welcome her, and her hands 
parted me exposing my throbbing clit to the cool night 
air. And then her mouth was there, her tongue stroking 
me, sending jolts through my entire body. For a moment 
I looked up at the bright shards of starlight, but then 
my vision exploded as she began to suck my clit 
matching her roughness to my urgency.

It seemed a very long time before coherent thought 
returned; before I was aware of anything beyond the 
pure sensation of orgasm. I returned to find my fingers 
tangled in her hair and her face buried in my bush. She 
was purring contentedly, her tongue still playing with 
my clit my hips still jerking with the shocks of 
contact. I moved my hands to her shoulders and pulled 
her into my arms.

Later, as we climbed back to our campsite, I thought 
about all of the months I had refused to believe that 
she could truly love me. Of all the stupid jealousies 
and petty games I had played. I marveled at how patient 
she had been with me. Sometimes I still could not 
understand why she loved me; why she wanted my fat 
aging body. But I had come to trust her, and for the 
first time in my life I felt complete.

When we reached the top of the path, I turn and looked 
at the ocean. The moon had not yet risen, and the sea 
was a dark carpet stretching across the embracing arms 
of the coastline. I could just make out the movement of 
the gentle swells. And above the stars burned with 
diamond brilliance turning the dark night alive with 
fire. As she had brought me to life with her flame.

END

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