The flat bottomed pirogue skimmed across the open water of the inlet, with the small outboard motor making such a racket Clare could hardly hear herself think. It was late in the afternoon and stunningly hot, even for August in Louisiana. Sunlight glared off the blue green water and made everything appear shimmery and out of focus.
Clare was sitting in the prow of the boat, dressed in khaki hiking shorts and a sleeveless white blouse. At forty two, she was a striking woman, auburn haired and full in the bosom. Even the unflattering shorts she was wearing couldn t disguise the elegance of her long legs. Pink toenails peeping out of leather sandals lent a girlish touch to her otherwise mature appearance.
Ever since her divorce the previous year, Clare had focused intensely on her work as a wildlife photographer. She hadn t been laid in months, and the strumming vibration of the outboard motor entered her plush behind and made her irritably horny.
At the stern of the boat, a Cajun guide named Armand held on to the tiller and appraised Clare with his eyes. Perhaps twenty five years old, with unkempt black hair and a three day growth of beard, he was bare chested and tanned to a rich walnut hue. Clare had hired Armand to take her into one of the swamps west of New Orleans, and she was acutely aware of his masculine presence.
For a brief moment, she allowed herself to imagine the young Cajun unzipping his jeans and taking out his penis. As she pictured herself kneeling in front of him, eagerly sucking on his swollen cock, an ache of longing invaded her belly and her vagina began to moisten.
Blinking away the daydream, Clare turned around and shouted over the thundering roar of the engine. How much longer will it be? I feel like I m going to faint from the heat.
Don t worry, cher, Armand smiled. You re not gonna faint. Not from the heat, anyway.
What the hell did that mean? Clare thought. A little flustered, she turned away and stared across the sun dazzled inlet. Rivulets of sweat were trickling between her heavy breasts, and when she glanced down, she realized that her white cotton blouse was plastered to her chest. With the blouse clinging to her bosom, her hard, bulbous nipples were embarrassingly obvious. Wrong blouse, Clare thought. Wrong daydream, too.
Perhaps fifteen minutes later, the boat slowed to a crawl and entered a narrow bayou. It was like going back in time, into a primeval and mysterious Eden. Trees draped in Spanish moss overhung the bayou, filtering the sunlight into a soft greenish tint.
This is absolutely gorgeous! Clare bubbled. It s like paradise!
He grinned back at her, obviously pleased at her reaction. Yeah, it s pretty, alright.
They spent the next couple of hours moving deeper into the swamp, with Armand sitting cross legged in the pirogue and paddling by hand. At one point, two and then three alligators slid off the bank and went gliding across the murky water. Clare was so busy with her camera that she hardly noticed the passage of time when Armand finally told her they d have to head back, she looked at him with a disappointed little pout.
So soon? she said.
We don t have much daylight left. And we sure as hell don t wanna get caught out here after dark.
Getting to his feet, he bent over the outboard motor and started yanking on the cord that turned over the engine. A sheen of sweat glistened on his bare torso, and the sinewy muscles of his arms rippled each time he pulled on the starter cord. Dropping her glance lower, Clare s eyes came to rest on the impressive bulge in the crotch of his jeans. She was in the process of imagining what his cock looked like when he straightened up.
Must be some dirt in the line, he frowned. I don t have time to mess around with it, though. There s a trapper s cabin up ahead. We better take cover for the night.
Don t be ridiculous! Clare sputtered. I ve got to get back to New Orleans!
Armand fixed on her with his luminous brown eyes. Listen, it ll be dark in an hour. And nighttime s the wrong time to be out in the swamp.
The serious look on his face frightened Clare a little. Alright, she murmured. Whatever you say.
The cabin turned out to be little more than a weathered shack, roofed in rusted tin and half hidden in a tangle of reeds and vines. It was dusk by the time they pushed open the door and stepped inside. There was a potbellied stove against one wall a sagging cot and wooden table completed the furniture. Wonderful, she grumbled. Just wonderful!
Ignoring her sarcasm, Armand took a kerosene lantern from a shelf and set it on the table. While he busied himself lighting the lamp, Clare sat down on the bed and fanned her face with her hands. In the stifling heat of the cabin, the feel of her sweaty blouse against her skin was more than she could stand. After hesitating a moment, she thought, the hell with it, and then quickly took off her blouse and tossed it aside. When the lantern suddenly flared on, she lifted her chin defiantly and glared at Armand.
What are you looking at? she snapped.
Take a guess.
Flashing her eyes at him, Clare got to her feet and put her hands on her hips. Oh, for heaven s sake! Haven t you ever seen a woman in a brassiere before? It s so damn hot in here, I can hardly
Before she could finish her sentence, he crossed the room and seized her in a rough embrace, then planted a kiss full on her lips. Clare was so startled that she went rigid with surprise, but as his mouth moved on hers, her knees went weak and her heart started racing wildly. The male musk coming off him, the scratch of his unshaven cheek and the feel of his penis stiffening against her thigh it was more than she could resist. Digging her nails into his back, she opened her mouth and darted her tongue between his lips.
As she went up on her toes and molded herself to his body, her pillowy breasts squashed against his chest and her swollen nipples tingled and pulsated. Her clitoris was tingling, too, sending little jolts of pleasure into her belly.
When they finally broke apart, Armand stared at her with glittering eyes. I ve been wanting to kiss you like that all day long, he said huskily. Miss Big City. Miss Fine Lady . . .
The mocking tone in his voice aroused Clare even more. Don t say anything, she whispered.
She was afraid the spell would break afraid she d lose courage and change her mind. Hardly daring to look at him, she undid her brassiere and shrugged it off her shoulders, allowing her weighty breasts to tumble out. Her cunt was so wet that wiggling out of her shorts and panties left her inner thighs slick with honey. By the time she slipped off her sandals, Armand had taken off his boots and was starting to lower his jeans.
For a brief moment, standing there naked in front of him, she was overcome with shyness. Her unsupported bosom was pudding soft and drooped slightly downward, the purplish brown nipples standing forth like pegs. She had the figure of a mature woman lovely but vulnerably soft, with a voluptuous excess of flesh in her hips and rear end. In contrast, Armand s chiseled body seemed as hard and unyielding as iron.
A heartbeat later, he stepped out of his jeans and revealed his gloriously erect penis. At the sight of his engorged member, Clare felt her heart turn over. His sex seemed painfully swollen, curving out from a tangle of black hair like an unsheathed scimitar. It was an altogether beautiful cock, nearly as thick as Clare s wrist, with a wine red glans and heavy, low slung balls dangling beneath.
Moving with a panther s lithe grace, he stepped closer and encircled her waist with his strong hands. With breathtaking ease, he lifted her off the floor and settled her onto the tip of his erection. As the big plum of his glans began burrowing between her cunt petals, Clare groaned with delight and wrapped her legs around his back.
Inch by slow inch, his thick cock slithered up her buttery cunt, until finally she had all of him packed into her tunnel. The heat of his hard on seemed to light her up inside, and when she flexed her inner muscles, a near orgasm swirled inside her belly. Squirming in his arms, she planted breathless little kisses on his neck and then tightened her cunt again. Immediately an overwhelming climax boiled up in the depths of her womb.
Don t stop! she cried. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!
Clinging for dear life, she shuddered violently and gave herself over to the pleasure melting through her body. As the first shock of her climax began receding, she felt herself being lowered to the floor when she fluttered open her eyes, Armand was furiously humping his hard on in and out of her dripping vagina.
For a while she simply lay sprawled beneath him, legs fallen wide apart, letting him ravish her pussy. The steady squish of his member moving inside her, and the way her breasts slapped and wobbled each time he thrust, soon made her ravenously hot again. And as a second climax began approaching, Clare lifted her long legs and seized him with her thighs.
Moments later she was fucking him in earnest, matching each of his strokes with an upward lift of her pelvis. Their coupling had taken on a frenzied and desperate quality, with both of them glistening with sweat and breathing raggedly.
Don t come yet! she panted. Struggling to bring herself off, she arched her back and frantically gyrated her hips, stirring his burning cock inside her vagina. She could see their joined shadows writhing on the wall, and the image excited her so much that a rush of heat flooded her breasts and face. Little tremors quivered in her thighs and tummy, and then her anus puckered and a molten orgasm began scalding her insides.
Shoot your come! she shouted. Now do it now!
Burying his knob in the opening of her womb, Armand let out a throaty grunt, then convulsed and released his seed. As hot cream sizzled out of his cock and went spitting into her pussy, Clare grabbed his firm little buns and held him close.
They were curled up in each other s arms, nuzzling in the afterglow of orgasm, when a sultry breeze began rustling through the trees outside. There was a sudden peal of thunder, and then lightning flashing at the window lit up the room like a strobe. Moments later, rain began hissing down in sheets.
In a dreamy voice, Clare said, I love the sound of rain . . .
Cupping her muff in his hand, Armand dipped a fingertip into her sticky slit and stared into her eyes. She could hear his heart beating, and his limp penis pressed against her leg seemed as delicate as a rosebud.
You re one beautiful woman, you know that? he said softly.
The artless sincerity of his words and the note of wonder in his voice touched Clare to the core. The tension that had existed between them all day had been washed away by their lovemaking, and now a rush of tenderness made Clare misty eyed.
Rain started lashing down more and more furiously, clattering on the tin roof of the cabin like thrown pebbles. Armand snuggled down to her bosom and swirled his tongue around one of her nipples. As it stiffened and extended, he drew it between his lips and began sucking. Her dugs were so sensitive that a kind of liquescent pleasure immediately began filling up her breast.
Sighing happily, she reached down and took hold of his kitten soft penis, marveling at how small and harmless it now seemed. For long minutes, without varying his pace, Armand sucked at her breast gradually the steady in and out movement of her nipple in his mouth aroused her clitoris and made her tummy glow with luscious warmth.
Quickly pulling her nipple out of his mouth, she scrambled on top of him and bent over to suck him off. When she leaned forward, her congested breasts were plump and fluffy, with a sort of lovely ache throbbing in her nipples. His cock was still flaccid, and when she placed it in her mouth, she spent a moment savoring the mingled taste of her honey and his semen. Then she lowered her pelvis and covered his face with her alabaster behind.
His hands went up to her hips, kneading the soft flesh, and then spread the big cheeks of her ass to give himself access to her sex. She felt his warm breath between her buns, and when his tongue swiped her hole, an electric thrill ran up her spine. He finally wiggled his tongue into her pussy and began lapping up her juices.
Lewdly grinding her behind in his face, she plopped his limp penis back into her mouth and consumed him to the root. Possessing his manhood that easily being able to contain his entire sex in her mouth gave her a feeling of power that excited her.
Another clap of thunder made Clare tremble like a startled mare. The rising fury of the storm got into her blood and incited her even more, and now she began bouncing up and down, forcing Armand s tongue deeper into her pussy. It also brought on, without any warning, a quick little orgasm that sparkled out of her clitoris a light powder puff of pleasure imploding in her belly and fading almost instantly.
She let out a yelp of surprise, and when the mini orgasm evaporated, she took his satiny prick between her pursed lips and tugged at it, stretching the wrinkled shaft as if it were taffy. By slow degrees, his penis stirred to life reluctantly, like a sleepy baby, Clare thought. When he was half hard, she placed her mouth on his glans and began rapidly pumping his shaft in her small fist. Moment by moment, his cock changed character in her hand, growing thicker until finally it was as rigid as a spike.
Eaten at one end, eating at the other, Clare felt wonderfully fulfilled. Each jab of Armand s tongue into her pulpy hollow made her insides flutter and her pussy spasm. Finally, she was so crazily hot that she couldn t focus on sucking him, only on the brightness glowing between her legs.
Distantly, she heard him moan into her vagina. The sound seemed to vibrate within her and make the heat in her belly flare up into flame. She was coming, her consciousness ripping apart, when his semen suddenly bubbled out of his cock and splattered into her mouth.
Sunlight was streaming through the open door of the cabin when Clare awoke on the cot. It took a few long moments before she realized where she was, and then the memory of the night before raced through her mind. Raising herself on one elbow, her bare breasts sliding to the side, she could see Armand out by the pirogue, tinkering with the outboard motor.
Hey! Clare shouted. I thought you deserted me!
Morning, cher. How you feeling?
Clare gave a light little laugh. Wonderful! I must look a sight, though.
Hell, you re as pretty as the day, he said sweetly. Come on I got the motor fixed. Let s take a bath, and then I ll get you back to civilization.
A bath? Clare blinked. Where?
Stripping off his jeans, he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her out of bed. Don t ask so many questions, he joked. Outside in the light of day, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the water s edge. Clare began shrieking with laughter and squirming to break free.
No stop! she squealed. What about the snakes and alligators and . . .
Before she could go on, he flung her into the water and jumped in after her. Clare came up spluttering and laughing. When she stood on her tiptoes, the globes of her breasts floated buoyantly on the surface.
Pointing to her bobbing breasts, Armand said, At least you re in no danger of drowning.
Wise guy! Clare giggled.
After relaxing in the cool water for a few minutes, they climbed back onto the bank. Clare threw a quick glance at Armand s genitals. His balls had retracted toward his groin, and his shrunken cock looked adorably cute.
They sprawled out together side by side, gently nuzzling and caressing. In just a few hours, Clare would be back in New Orleans back to her real life. Almost certainly, she d never see Armand again, and she knew it. The night they d spent together had been like a dream, a moment out of time but the passion they d shared had healed something in Clare.
Kissing him on the lips, she lifted one of her legs and placed it over his flank. They were belly to belly, and his silken hard on slipped between her pussy lips with just a wiggle of his hips.
Do it hard, my love, Clare whispered. Make me come . . .