Message-ID: <21875asstr$945497400@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Subject: {ASSM} RP: Today (MF Cons) Sven the Elder & Teresa Birdsong From: Sven Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id OAA10350 Date: Sat, 18 Dec 1999 01:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Lambchop, apuleius Today (MF Cons) Sven the Elder & Teresa Birdsong © January 1999. Author's note: This story follows on from an earlier one 'Yesterday'. Although standing alone, it may make better sense if 'Yesterday' is read first. It has been recently re-posted and may be found in the ASSM archive. Teresa Birdsong helped immeasurably with this story. It was little more than an idea, and would not gel. Her sage help, advice and care in detail and crafting, all done with great good humour was an inspiration. I thank her for it. She seems not to be part of the NG any longer. I miss her pertinent, excellent comments. Come back soon. =========================================================== This story contains words of a sexual nature and should not be read by juveniles. If this means you, go away and read something else; you shouldn't be here anyway. This is a work of fiction and in no way portrays real life - if you can't hack that, go lie down in a dark room; the bad feelings will go away. =========================================================== This work is copyright by the authors. You may download and keep one copy for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and these paragraphs remain on the copy. Any posting on a website or to a newsgroup requires the previous permission of the authors. =========================================================== Today ~~~~~ Sven walked carefully down the narrow cliff path. It steepened as it followed the curve of the bluff. As the trail swung round the point of the headland the view across the sands was finally exposed. As always he gasped at the suddenness of it all and then clutched at the short grass of the steep bank to balance himself. Chuckling inwardly he remembered being steadier in the past. But then the past was over thirty years ago and in those days he had been like a mountain goat on the rocky cliffs. Now it paid to be a little more cautious. Sven thought back to earlier in the week and Karen's invitation to meet him now that his wife of so many years had died. Then to yesterday and her sympathetic understanding when the dam had broken and the pent-up emotion and tears had finally surfaced. Today he felt different he felt cleansed as the years fell away. Standing here on the path, looking down where Karen and he used to walk in the old days before he had left home and married some one else,. In days gone by , they held hands kissed and cuddled as they followed the shoreline. In his head he could hear their laughter as they splashed through the shallows at the edge of the sea - two miles of sea strand empty, apart from some cows in the far-off distance. Those halcyon days of perpetual summer were still so real that in his mind he could smell the sand and sun tan oil; hear the sounds of the gulls and the gentle crash of the summer waves breaking in the sheltered bay. He laughed out loud now - the last was still true - golden sand in an incredible arc, devoid of people, still some cows walking - some things never change. Sven walked carefully on down to the beach and kicked his old tennis shoes off, the sad dreams and events of the past few months forgotten in the little-boy happiness of sand between his toes. Unable to help himself he skipped down to the sea edge . The water temperature on his bare feet took his breath away - it might be July, it might be a sunny morning, the Gulf Stream might even bathe this part of the West Coast of Ireland, but it also moved up and down the coast erratically. For sure it was not coming ashore here today. With the tide at flat, low water, Sven walked below the cliffs, round the fingers of rock jutting across the strand. Smiling at his luck, he noticed that the big deep natural pool still formed between the retreating tide and the edge of the rocks. He remembered the goosebumps on Karen's skin and her laughing shrieks when he had dragged her in. Sven tested the temperature with a toe, thought 'to hell with it', glanced about to confirm no one was in sight, stripped off and waded in. Not as cold as the open water, it still took his breath away and shocked his nerves into pinpricks as he ducked his head under and swam quickly the ten or fifteen yards up and back. Clear of the water he shook himself to get rid of the water, feeling the worry and grief of the last few weeks draining away, dripping from his finger tips. He used his shirt as a makeshift towel before putting his shorts back on. He walked quickly now, carrying his shoes, a purpose in his stride, round the deserted rocks and then started to climb through the marram grass on the sand hills beyond the cliffs. Not high, they were a couple of hundred feet at most, it still left him hot and out of breath when he reached the top - pausing he stood there, looking across the bay at the far distant hills about twenty miles away. They shimmered a deep hue of purple even though it was still early morning. Today would be a good day. Turning, Sven walked slowly along the narrow meandering trail that followed the ridge of the dunes. Finally he came to his 'secret' spot, right off to the side of the path, still high, but not the highest point, it opened out into a little amphitheatre shape, perhaps ten feet across and maybe fifteen feet front to back. Its shape made it a natural look out and even in the early morning it caught the suns warmth. The wind sighed gently in from the sea as Sven laid down and put his pocket binoculars to his eyes and started to look at the seaside scene below. A couple of small fishing boats close inshore were laying lines, another hauling a net, the screeching sound of attendant gulls born distantly down the wind. In the distance, much further down the beach a lone golfer walked with his dog, admired by the nosy cattle close by him. After a little while, comfortable and warm in the morning sun, Sven dozed. - o - O - o After their gentle love-making in the light of an early dawn, Karen had fallen into a deep and contented sleep in Sven's arms. Awakened a couple of hours later by the sound of a mewing gull on the roof, Karen had been at first upset at Sven's absence, then looking out the window at the view that was below her eyrie laughed to herself as she realised where he had gone. She had a quick shower and towelled her hair dry before wandering around nude to let her skin dry. She sang quietly to herself, as she set the breakfast and got things ready for when they returned. Then, slipping on shorts and a t-shirt she went out and drove the short distance down to a small hidden lane that the locals used as a short cut to the beach.. Pausing she took her car rug out (the grass could be prickly in the dunes) Karen quietly closed the car door before setting out. Gingerly she climbed towards her goal, she was quiet - hoping to be able to see Sven before he spotted her. Quietly she held her breath as she peered over the lip of the half-hidden bowl. She smiled as she was rewarded with the sight of Sven lying out, then she giggled as she realised he was asleep. Ducking back from the top she glanced around and realised there was no one else about so early - she slipped her shirt off and then followed it with her shorts so that she was quite naked. She hid her clothes and the rug just below the lip of the bowl-shaped depression and out of sight of Sven, then whistling softly, sauntered mischievously into view. Sven woke with a start at the sound of the intrusion, glanced over his shoulder and his heart did a flip as he saw Karen. Then, as he realised she was stark naked his jaw dropped in a perfect double take. Struggling to regain his composure Sven said "Hey Aphrodite - the sea's way down over there." Karen stood facing the morning sun and stretched upwards, then said languidly "On a morning like this I want to worship the sun..." Sven lay back on the grass and took in the beauty of the woman who stood before him. Karen retained a sveltness that belied her years - exercise and no children had helped, now, like Sven in her early fifties, she was still stunning. Sven's gaze shifted from the still firm, petite breasts, across the flat stomach to the naked confluence of her thighs. He remembered that she had been shaved for a minor operation at some stage in her younger life. Perversely, her pubic hair had never grown back. It made her even more beautiful. "Well Apollo?" She teased. "Truly you get lovelier and more stunning as time passes." Karen twirled like a model showing off on a stage. Her curves and shapeliness glowed in the golden light of the morning. As Sven got to his knees before her, she gestured at his shorts. As he removed them she walked to the edge where she had left her things, bringing them back into view. She spread the car blanket out for them to lie on. Sven laughed as she put her clothes down. "Ah! That spoils the illusion, I thought you walked all the way here dressed only in that smile.." Karen giggled coquettishly and stuck her tongue out in a gesture that Sven remembered well. Kneeling on the rug in front of her, he pulled her down to join him, eager to begin the dance they both so obviously had in mind. Holding her head gently in both hands he kissed her face. Lost in the eroticism of the moment, Sven felt himself harden in the sunshine and clear air of that mystical spot where they had used to meet in secret so long ago. Sven's hands continued their caressing, across her breasts and nipples and her stomach to the edge of where her thatch would have begun, before working back upwards again. Karen tried to join in, running her hands through his hair, but he gently put her hands back by her sides. "Just lie still..", he said. This was Sven's moment, he was controlling the timing and motions of what was to follow. He wanted to keep the pace slow, to savour the moment and try and make it last an eternity Gently he pushed Karen onto the rug so she lay on her back, eyes closed, her nipples now hard and casting shadows in the morning sun, the light bright and shining in off the dappled sea. Sven leaned forward, kneeling between her thighs and kissed her gently on the forehead. Again he kissed across her face to her mouth then downwards tongue flicking on those erect nipples before trailing a wet line across her stomach to the top of her vulva. She gasped as he nipped her clit lightly between his teeth before lifting her legs gently onto his shoulders and covering her awakening mound completely with his mouth. She quivered and then bucked underneath him as he wiped his tongue through the delicious nectar of her aroused centre, her wonderful taste and tanginess reminding him again of the taste and smell of the sea below them . Sven played homage to that arousal and drank at that glorious fountain until Karen pulled him away, unable to stand any more of the sensations that were making her cry out and grab at his back and shoulders. Sven paused for a second to savour the fiery red of her entrance before she held his penis and guided him into her body with both hands. He gazed deep into Karen's hazel eyes, "Karen - do you remember...?" Karen smiled and murmured, "Yes, last night..." Then they both whimpered strangled cries at the passion and emotions that took them over the edge a few seconds and scant strokes later. Sven sagged down onto Karen and then rolled sideways to spare Karen his weight, his now shrunken penis leaving a trail across her thigh. As Sven gathered his breath and their breathing returned towards normal, he kissed the tip of her nose. They dressed slowly, with frequent interruptions to cuddle like teenagers in a first love affair. Between them they folded the rug and then holding hands started to walk back to the car. As they topped the rise Karen's old Coastguard watchtower home came into view high on the hill. They paused as Sven looked at it. "What made you buy such a wonderful lookout?" Karen shaded her eyes and looked as well, then, with her hand around Sven's waist, she laid her head on Sven's chest as she reflected; pausing, before answering "The happiest times of my earlier life were here, growing up, our families intertwining before we left to seek our fame and fortune. I made enough money to retire and write, I was lucky enough to have some of my writing published and that enabled me to buy the ruin and make it into my home. With the views to inspire me and all the memories - it seemed right." "You never married?" Sven queried. "Lets just say I never met the right man at the right time." They walked on hand in hand to the car. "Look," said Karen, pointing upward at the lark singing high in the sunlight, far above their heads. His hymn of exultation for that bright new day, rising in their hearts made them pause. Sven smiled at Karen and, his heart echoing the happy birds feelings for the new day, kissed her again before they made their way home. © Teresa Birdsong & Sven the Elder January 1999 With much gratitude to Bo, my most excellent proofer and friend. He has the wit, ability and kindness to alter things to reflect what I meant to write in the first place. Teresa Birdsong may be contacted via : p o a t 9 8 at h o t m a i l dot c o m Sven the Elder may be contacted via : Sven at brass-neck dot demon dot co dot uk -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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