Treed

Suffering from insomnia, I walked outside of my apartment and gazed up into the tree across from my door. There, in the branches, sat the Captain, completely starkers.

He held his hard cock in his hand and stroked it. "Hey, Hilda," he called to me.

I came over. "Touch it," he said.

I reached up and wrapped my hand around his member and drove it up and down with a twisting motion. Bringing it to my mouth, I peeled back the foreskin with my mouth and sucked noisily on the head, rubbing my thumb against his frenulum.

He moaned and put his hand gently on my head as I bobbed up and down with my mouth, my hand continuing to cover the base and most of the shaft. "Hilda," he said hoarsely.

I continued until he could no longer hold back and he shot into my mouth. I held his cum until he'd descended the tree-and when he kissed me, I gently deposited it into his mouth. He swallowed and I ran my lips over each one of his. First, the top, then the bottom. And then, both together. Sucking on his lower lip and running my hands over his nipples, he moaned and I ran my mouth down to his nipples and began to suck each one. "Hilda, Hilda," he kept saying my name. I continued down to his stomach and kissed each hip, being careful to avoid his penis, lest I disturb the refractory period.

He lay me down on the grass and tore off my nightgown, a dark blue lace affair that had a built -in bra. Hungrily he sucked upon my nipples, "So, pretty," he murmured, "so pink." Sweeping a hand over my belly he followed with his mouth down to my plump little thighs, his hand briefly caressing my hot little blonde vaggie. "Oh, Baby," he said, parting my legs and moving his head between them. He opened my labia with his hands and began licking up and down each lip, his mouth stopping briefly to suck on each one, sideways, before he came up to the top of the crest and began licking, side to side, his finger, finding my opening, he began to lick and finger fuck, in earnest, until I could no longer hold back-and I began to sing.

His cock, my this time, had hardened up quite nicely, so he put it in me and we fucked for a bit with him on top. "I love you," he said, coming into me-and then resting briefly on top of me, he hugged me tightly and then kissed me deeply.

"Mal?"

"Yes?"

"I've missed you."

"And, I, you," he patted my bottom.

"We've both been busy," I said.

"Yes," he agreed. "But I want you to know that just because I'm busy doesn't mean that I don't love you," he placed his finger on my lower lip and drew me into him.

"Same for me," I said, kissing him. (Really, it's been me, not him.)

"I know," he picked me up and carried me inside, "are you ready for bed now?"

"Yes," I said.

He lay me down on the bed and got in next to me.

Within minutes, we were both asleep.

I remain,

Hilda Stinson-Reynolds