"You have reached your destination," was all he heard as he turned off the headlights. He bought the GPS just for that little sound. He knew where he was going, but it looked cool in his Black Hummer H2. The H3's were too small. Snow was on the ground and he was walking up the driveway. Sure the garage was warm and dry, but tonight he wanted to walk in. The snow would be stopping soon and melted by tomorrow, so it was kind of nice.

The house was his dream house. He laid the rooms out on notebook paper. Every room had a purpose, the great room with it's human size gothic fireplace, the kitchen positioned so that there was easy access to the theater but not a trafficed place between the two and a bedroom, the upstairs hobby room that caught the sunrise, the other guest rooms of various thematic design. Then there was his office.

The office was his room, a real man room. Most would have thought a man room was a collection of dead animal heads, a pool table and big screen tv. No, not his. His was more of a stately wood panelled library, in an oval shape half windows that went from the floor to the ten foot ceiling. His desk sat in the middle facing the large windows. The other half of the room had bookshelves. Mixed in with the memorabilia were his Midland City Baseball Championship from 1985, his Ten And Under tennis tournament champion trophy and his American Legion award. And a big screen tv.

It was there on the left side of the large cherrywood desk he kept a very comfortable couch. In good view of the TV and the massive trees he had planted. Since he grew up without a lot of trees he made sure he could see every leaf on every tree when he relaxed. The large windows let a good amount of eastern sun in and in the fall he loved the brilliance of the oranges, yellows and browns that kissed every oak, maple and sweetgum.

His couch waited and on it's opposite side was a large rounded stone fire place. It spilled onto the hard wood floor - not that cheap laminate - this was hardwood that came from a barn his family owned and worked in the Big Sky Country near Abilene, Texas. He had it maticulously refinished and laid in his office. Polished it shined like a new boot. The hearth was elegant soap stone.

He loved Christmas when he set up his first three foot tree near the fireplace. It was a real Charlie Brown Christmas kind of fake tree but it reminded him of the hard times and how you could overcome the worst of situations with patience, hard work, planning and most of all, the help of others. Tonight he would go in, change into someting comfortable and sit mesmerized by the soft white lights that would flash for a few hours until he dozed off.

The key turned in the large pewter lock on the door, a nice touch that set him back a few hundred dollars, but well worth it's regal statement. The door opened and he could see the moon and snow dancing in a mixed parade in the large windows in the great entrance room. He closed the door behind him and heard the sweet chords of silence. He turned left and nothiced something on the floor. Stooping down he picked up a stray sock. "Must have dropped it on the way back from the laundry," he thought.

A few more steps toward the kitchen and the socks twin appeared between the counter and the dishwasher. "Glad they are back together again," his mind had a funny way of thinking about inanimate objects having entire lives and adventures of their own. A few more steps and the reunion not quite a minute old and an odd pile appeared in the pale light of the fridge night light. "Hmmm ... a real mystery," crossed his mind. It appeared to be her pants. "Now that's odd!" A few more steps to his fortress of solitude and Superman discovered his hockey jersey. It was Mike Modano's number 9. He loved this jersey but rarely wore it. It looked better on her. Much better, like a cross between a teddy and a jersey. Something he described as a sports teddy, especially in the series of pictures she made in that jersy with nothing on underneath and snuck in his laptop. Quite a few shots proved her birthday suit was ll you needed below a hockey jersey.

The light had partially come on when he saw the pants but it was the black lacey 34 C that sent up the flag. And he loved this bra. He remembered the first time he had opened it to find his surprise. It was the easiest bra to unclasp. The front ones had always given him more of a fit than any other type of clasp. Backs were easy. While she's taking a breath, you do this little flip thing and off it goes and on with the fun.

It even smelled like her perfume. But this time it had given it's responsiblity to cup that pair of wonderment with his own hands. He could feel something stiff begin to to grow in his Dockers. "Mmmm, let's see what's left," but any guy in his right mind would have told you that she either came in commando or left a tempting thong at the door to his office. "I bet that fireplace is smokin' tonight.Let's see if she and the troops came commando."

And there it was, right at the entrance to his only place of peace and quiet. A perfect fit and easy to find for her at Victoria Secrtet. Although he knew you could find just as nice other places, they fit her just right. They cupped the curve of he behind and hinted at the real secret that lay beneath ... a tightly shaved pussy. All his, any time he wanted. However, he never over stayed his welcome although she wanted him to practically live inside her. A small note was attached, "Meet me inside, handsome."

The light of the fire was enough to cast the dancing shadows across his collection of classics and obscure non-fiction. She had learned to love reading, even if it was his erotica, written just for her, but easily consumable on the internet under the nom de plume "Girl Next Door". She thought it was hot he could write that way and had cum several times just reading half-way into his stories. Even hotter that he posted as a woman. "Any man that can write for a woman and still be all man is a man that can have access to my goods all day long."

And oh man, she really wanted him. It was his way of just being him. He was concerned, but not pushy. Sometimes a little sentimental, but oh so sexy. She would do anything for him and even things she would never do for someone else. She remembered the time she took those pictures just for him, but held a few back and gave them to him one a day. It started with her fully dressed and ended in a full frontal nude shot that would have gotten a NC 17 rating if it had made it to the developer's room at Wal-Mart. He kept them as private as he could and looked at them only on days that ended in "y".

The solid oak door swung open to his right and the light caressed his soft face. To his left the fire looked exactly the way he wanted and to the right she looked exactly the way he wanted. Wrapped in a blanket and half asleep she looked angelic. The fatherly part of him wanted to kiss her forehead and put an extra blanket on her. She, however, would have been furious with his fatherly gesture. Although appropriate at times, when she was wrapped in a blanket, it meant business. Searious sex business.

He pulled off his shirt and placed it on a guest chair in front of his desk. She thought she heard a sound but wasn't sure. See raised up long enough to see him finish the last of his garments. His naked silhouette back-lit against the fireplace. She rose slowly up with the blanket clinging to her with little effort. Her right breast visible and the mischievous smile creeping in on her well kept face. Her nipple tightened seeing his cock closer in view. She lunged forward and caught him mid striede and took him whole into her whisky mouth. He was not quite hard and that was her intent. She loved feeling him grow in her mouth. Deeper he went as he throbbed and pulsed.

She pulled him out and licked his balls. He tasted like vanilla. Maybe he had a donut for breakfast, didn't matter, she sucked and took him in again. He gasped and nearly staggered. She was good at this and they both knew it. She had rug burns on her knees once when she hid under his desk to give him a birthday surprise. He moaned and she held his ass in her hands. She felt a little like a tigress in front of her toy.

He picked her up by the arms and pulled her close, her legs wrapping around his waste. He felt briefly how wet she was and wanted so bad to slide her on top of him, but had different plans. He gently laid her down with her feet to his side and her soft pussy right in front of him. It glistened with her own lubricant. He moved in and she felt the heat of his breath and then the wet lick of his tongue. She felt two fingers plunge into her and immediately he found her g-spot. He rubbed and licked and she almost squirmed in a laugh-like state. Her hands were planted right on her breasts. Fondling her own nipples and cupping her perfect breasts. "Ahhh ...Ahhh ... ahhh AHHHHH!"

He removed his fingers and concentrated solely on her clit. His hands rested on her knees and she grabbed them and forced them on her tits. Once in place she ran her fingers through his hair giggling and moaning all mixed like a pussy in heat. She could feel it coming. His tonue worked faster and more vigorously. She grew inside his mouth this time and dripped on his chin. Her milky juice had made a mustache around his mouth. It turned her on to see an intimate part of her all over him.

She arched and relaxed her back in a jerking motion and felt it coming. It started like water coming down a hose, slow at first and exploding at the end. "ahhh .... ahhhhhhhhh ... Ahhhhhhhh ....... AAAAHhhhhhhhhhh ..... YESSSSSS ... AHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH YA SUCK ME HARD YAAAAAAAAAAA ....... ooooohhhhhhhh......." And she faded for a moment.

She pulled him close to her and rolled him on top of the couch. They fell under the blanket and she pinned him underneath her although the wrestling rivaled the WWF. Once pinned she drew up above her prey. Her long hair fell around her face. The light of the fire left the soft orange glow on her face. It changed her eyes to almost cat-like quality. Feline was a good way to descibe her. And she could scratch his post any time she liked.

Still wet she couldn't wait and forced herself on top and thrust him inside. They both moaned and moved to the next dance move. He rolled her over and they were close enough her nipples felt his chest close in on her. It aroused her enough they instantly got hard again for the first time after her first orgasm. She drew her legs together and could feel him from her thighs to inside. This was so erotic to her as it got the sensative inner thigh, her clit and her pussy all in one motion. Quite a move for the missionary position. "Mmmmm rrrrrrrr ... .. ahhhhhhhh" and they twisted like mating snakes.

She squeezed and felt him tense, knowing he was holding back to make the passion wait until the last moment. She wanted to control him and squeezed harder and felt him wince trying hold it in to get the most of her juicy pussy goodness. He thrust to counter and felt her moan and quiver. "It goes both ways," he thought. If nothing else this night was almost athletic. Like the original olympiads they competed nude.

Her legs loosened and she drew her pincers high above his head and felt him go in deeper than he had with each stroke. She grabbed her feet but withdrew to her breasts as he rested her legs on his shoulders and felt his hands beside her. "Ya ya ya ya," She pulsed as his cock drilled deeper inside. "He was close," she thought and she knew his weakness for sound. "Damn, he's holding on," and the lover in her spoke, "ya baby, it's all yours."

It sent him over the edge and she could feel a change in herself as well. She swole and he thrust and and it was too much, in unison they moaned, "AHHHHHHH ahhhhhh AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" and it was over.

The fire bathed them in its own waves.

She caught her breath first and pulled him close and kissed his forehead like a mother comforting her child. Her breasts caught the brunt of his breath, short and deep. "Sleep baby," is all she said and he was asleep. Soon followed by his temptress.

The only thing left of his fire was a greying orange glow. The sun was slowly coming through the enormous windows. She snuck down beneath the blanket and sucked him until he came in her mouth. The way every man wants to start the morning. She swallowed and smiled, "Good morning."

She rose back up and laid her perfect breasts on top of his chest. His dogs came in through the doggie door from the mud room leading to his back yard. She loved his dogs and looked forward to seeing them.

"Some woman left her clothes on the floor."

"Really?!?!"

"You want them? They're your size."

"A girl can always use new clothes."

The layed there all day. And ate cereal straight from the box = corn pops - and Gatorade right out of the bottle. They needed it for what would come the rest of the day.

Like he thought, the snow melted, and the sun came out. She stood at the door in a blanket from the night before. "Don't forget the Lo Mein!"

The engine lurched the body to the right. He loved that! The GPS and radio snapped to attention.

"Chinese."

"Turn left."

He had turned left last night and it had worked out well. He felt like left might be lucky again tonight.