Lynx's Summer Vacation
Disclaimer: If you're not the appropriate age, or giggle too much when you hear the term 'Penis', please leave now, and leave the fapping to the ones with the maturity for it. ;)
Ruckus' Notes: I DID NOT write this, and I DO NOT claim to have any power over these characters or the story plot. All of this story, Lynx, Alexis, and the rest of their RP family, are (c) to Loveshine.
Author's Notes: Uhm. Lets see. This story wasn't actually written by Ruckus here, it was written by me, a friend of his, Admiral Loveshine. I write these sorts of stories only occasionally, and this one in particular was based off a three year rp- sort of like a missing event filling up those ever popular time warps. Alexis is a vampiress, and Lynx is Alexis's daughter's boyfriend. I think I mentioned that somewhere. No real reason for this story, other than a certain horn dog begging for a birthday treat. Uh... enjoy!
And without further to do, here it is...Lynx's Summer Vacation! Enjoy! There's more to come, hopefully, so help me encourage her. ;) She wanted me to mention that near the end, it's Lynx, not her husband, incase you didn't gather such by reading it.
Lynx's Summer Vacation
It was sweltering. Lynx was slugging around the humid manor without a shirt, grumbling about the Mistress of the manor. A vampiress, and a beautiful one at that, couldn't tolerate unfiltered sunlight for very long, and to compensate, she kept the safety of her indoors as hot as the outdoors she missed so.
His own girlfriend was away with her two brothers and father, and his parents out on an anniversary engagement. This left him alone and lonely, haunting the manor with only the secretive lady strolling about.
No sooner was he done cursing the Mistress with a sweaty brow, as he stopped dead in his tracks to watch her go by.
All she wore was a black strip of cloth stretched across her womanly breasts, bouncing enticingly with each step of her absolutely bare legs; gorgeous, long legs that his eyes held glued to, just until she stopped in front of him. His wide eyes slowly rose, lingering on the fit thighs below tight black boy-shorts; over her swollen hips, tiny waist, and again to her juicy bosom.
"Sorry, honey," Mistress Alexis cooed, tossing her jet black hair over an unclothed shoulder and putting her hands on her hips, emphasizing the mature woman's hour glass figure so rarely seen on the sticks of girls that went to his school. "Those wells are dry." Her dry jest was coupled with a delicate laugh, and she turned on her heel and sauntered down the hall, undoubtedly headed for the indoor pool.
Following her, and the direction of his throbbing bulge, went against every other muscle in his body, attempting to him keep him away from his girlfriend's mother; but his head was foggy with humidity, and the young body with hormones.
By the time he'd entered the room, Alexis was strolling unwarily into the cool water- without her suit. Lynx's body panged and he ducked behind a blocky towel rack to spy.
He clamped a hand over the raging boner in his trousers and gawked at Alexis' shuddering backside. From dainty shoulders, firm ass, to sleek legs he peered, giving a bit of a squeeze to the pressure.
Slowly, the Mistress turned herself, exposing the glorious front view that the boy had only fantasized about since he met her. Ample breasts were still engorged with her last pregnancy and drew his wandering attention first; the tender peaks pink and stiff. And then she let her body free fall into the cushion of water below, allowing herself to float with the subtle currents.
For almost a half hour, Lynx greedily eyed the sultry woman of the house, his hand jammed down his pants and wrapped up around the taught member that ached for relief. He gave it a small tug, when it became too much, and his lips accidentally let out a small groan.
But that was all it took. Alexis- keen of hearing and paranoid to boot- sat bolt upright in the water, her arms folded over her chest. "Raven?" She asked out into the steamy air, her big blue eyes wide with a little spark of hope. Her love, her husband, had been gone for forever and a day it seemed.. But, when no answer returned to her, she lowered her eyes and her arms (much to Lynx's delight), and again bobbed lazily in the water.
Who could blame her for hoping he'd come home a little early for her? Lynx couldn't. And he couldn't stand to see her looking so sad. Stealthily, he got up, and tip-toed off towards his room.
Mistress Alexis had retired to her chambers. She was sprawled out on the silk bedspread, nude and freshly showered. Her idle eyes wandered over the crystal vase busied with blue roses and sitting on her once cleared nightstand. For a split moment, she thought nothing of them, until her eyes landed on the folded note stood up beside it. She reached out and flipped it open, scanning the unfamiliar script.
Meet me at Grandfather's Balcony. 8 o'clock.
The lady broke into a fang baring grin. He was home! It had to be him, she knew he'd return early, he always did. The rest of the day was spent soaking in blue rose oils, hot curlers, and manicure stations to ensure that she was perfect from head to toe for her beloved.
The evening had cooled down the courtyard below the old Grandfather's balcony nicely, turned the sky a crisp navy dotted along with stars glistening like the diamonds that hung from Lady Alexis' ears. She stood in the fresh night air, a gentle breeze sweeping back her long curled locks.
The grandfather clock tolled eight o'clock while she waited; her mind wandering with an intoxicating perfume wafting into her mind, making her unwarily dim.
There were hands on her hips. Warm, rough hands sliding first up her slim waist before settling on the blooming hips, drawing the anxious woman up into a warm body. Alexis didn't resist the feeling, falling back with a rustle of silk and chiffon. The hands rose up to cup around a deliciously plump breast, savoring the palm full of long awaited ecstasy.
It happened in an instant; her dress was down around her ankles in a rumpled, careless heap, the pale mounds of flesh being kneaded by uncertain hands. There was no bra to stop two brave digit tips from singling out the pink tips of her sumptuous breasts, rubbing the flesh until it was hard as pebbles between his fingers, sending waves of warmth washing over the lady.
Alexis closed her as she enjoyed; a hand falling off her breast and down her smooth stomach, digit tips brushing at her sheer black panties.
The strong hands whirled her around to face her molester, but in the haze and strong incense on Grandfather's balcony, yellow eyes became brown, and unruly black hair shielded the handsome devil from further view. She felt the sweaty palms on her bare backside, but never her panties that had glided so easily down to her ankles.
One hand fondled the firm buttocks and distantly she heard a zipper almost popping its seams as it was yanked down so quickly. He pulled her body close, the heat rising unbearably, melding their slippery hides together as one in passion.
Alexis huffed and ground her hips against his, something hot and demanding poking between her thighs; in and out with each rhythmic sway.
The male squeezed her rump and made her wiggle for him; it made him groan in joy, her swelling womanhood making his hard-on ache at full salute. He feared how he wouldn't be able to contain himself much longer, what would happen next when- But he didn't get to finish his thoughts. Alexis was pushing the smaller male back up against a wall soaked with the afternoon's heat still, herself carefully climbing up into his arms, thick legs wrapped up in silky hose grasping about his waist. He carried her cautiously, his hips instinctively thrusting into her's, punctuated by longing pants. The lady fell forward and assaulted his net with kisses. That did it. He couldn't hold it back.
Without warning, he dropped her down onto his erection- already dribbling at the tip with eager pre-cum- parting the pink lips of her sex unceremoniously. She contracted around his meat sharply, quivering just once before relaxing her body to the sensations of a foreign cock pillaging her insides.
The virgin youth bit down hard on his lips, a euphoric surge paralyzing his already weak legs. He mustered up what remained of his strength and forced Alexis back up briefly, and then she fell down to envelope his member with her sex, the walls around him slippery and wet with excitement, giving him little resistance as it became easier to buck her up and down, lovely pillows of breasts bouncing right before his eyes.
He stopped for an abrupt break, his body wearing down sooner than he planned. Mortified, he watched the mistress un-straddle his member, assuming he would get the boot now for his lack of endurance. But she could tell her weight must have exhausted him, being away so long and under so much stress anyhow. Slowly, Alexis made her way to rest on her knees, pretty face bobbing around near his staffed member. He wasn't going to get away from her too easily, tired or not.
Her warm hands slid across his wet length, bringing her lips in to just mouth the sensitive foreskin. His knees locked, stunned by how good the glossy lips felt gliding up the shaft. She clenched him between two fingers, holding him eye to eye, so to speak. She unfurled her long tongue, slick with saliva, and caressed the head of his joint slowly. Alexis smirked as she felt his muscles tense, popping just the head of his manhood in between the top of her rigid mouth and soft tongue. Gently, her tongue worked the underside of his member, quicker and harder with each tantric lick until her head bobbed frantically around his rod like the intercourse he hadn't lasted long for.
His thighs began to give out, but Alexis held him firmly against the wall. He was pinned... and he sort of liked it. A little too much. His member went straight as an arrow just then, contorting in her waiting mouth. Another gasp parted his lips, but this one, much more violent, swept his back into an arch as his sweet seed shot out into her, dribbling out the corner of her mouth and down her chin. She sucked him clean, and then pulled back onto her feet, leaving him limp and exposed to the air.
Alexis bent down to his height, threatening to swap his cum back, but instead swallowed it down and licked her lips. Still sticky with his seed, her lips softly molested his neck for just a moment, before she decided on pushing away.
"I forgot how good you tasted..."
Lynx's eyes shot wide open then, watching the mistress recluse back into her chambers. He slowly tucked himself back into his sleek pants. Leaning back against the wall, silhouetted with his sweat, he thought...
This is going to be one hell of a summer.
End. <3