Last Night

"Karne? It's me," I call out, coming in through the kitchen door."In here, bring me a beer.""How many hav--""Beer!"I open the fridge and grab a bottle at random, pop the cap, and go into the den. She is sitting in her chair, hunched over a box on her lap."What are you doing?" I ask, setting down the bottle on the coffee table in front of her."Just shifting through the sands of time, hunting a memory." After a second, she swings her head around to stare at me. I can see her age in the harsh light of the side lamp, the deeply lined face, the halo of silver hair."What are you here for anyway, Kis?""I'm sorry to come by so late, but I wanted to get the notes you've finished, so I can type them up tomorrow.""Whatever," she mumbles, staring intently into the box, apparently having found what she was looking for. I move off to the long work table that spans the far wall. It is piled with stacks of her mounted photographs we've been cataloging for the university and a jumble of papers covered in her spidery scrawl. As I sit to sort through them, I glance back to her. She is sitting up in the high-backed chair, her eyes closed and the tips of her fingers at her lips.oOoOoOowhy do these things always float up from the fucking cesspool when I'm trying to work...try during playtime, just get shitfucking memorythat face...god, so many years ago...long fucking week, middle of the fucking summerIt is the end of a multi-college botany survey in the desert outside Yuma. The motel courtyard, under a night sky of bright stars, is filled with students and staff Kolej Escort milling about, drinking beers, telling crude jokes, and laughing at each others project pratfalls during the week.She is standing just outside a group from UC Davis who are doing some sort of mother earth chant around one of the blazing fire pits. She wasn't part of the photographic survey Karne led, but their paths had crossed randomly during the week. Each time they had traded looks and small smiles, but never spoke past a quick "Hey."Karne stands alone a ways off, drinking a Corona and watching her. Her face, lit by the fire, isn't pretty girl, but chiseled, handsome, strong. She is nearly as tall as Karne, but more ruggedly built, with wide shoulders and narrow hips in her well worn Levis. Her shirt sleeves are rolled up high and her muscles twitch as she taps the long neck bottle against her thigh. Her hair, dropping to mid-back in a heavy loose braid, is russet red with glints of gold from the flickering light.so goddamn beautiful, made my pussy ache just watching her...fuck my rules...what's the worst she could sayKarne takes a last pull of beer, walks up next to her, pauses a beat, then leans close to whisper in her ear "Last night..."She slowly turns and stares back hard for a moment, then smiles."So it is."She takes an outstretched hand and they walk to Karne's room. She stops a few steps in and turns, hands on her hips and they look at each other, both dusty and glazed from the day's work under a hot Rus Escort Arizona sun."Shower?" she asks."You?" Karne replies, raising her eye brows."No." and moves to Karne, leaning against the closed door.yep, knew she'd be a treatShe lifts off Karne's hat and spins it into a corner. Snaking fingers into the waves of thick hair over her ears, Karne pulls her close. The first kiss is long and slow, their tongues tasting and dancing, their noses filling with their mingled scents. Her hands come up under Karne's shirt, pulling her in tighter, breast to breast, thigh between thighs. Karne's hands drop to grasp the firm tight cheeks of her ass, turns and pushes her against the wall, licking and kissing her offered neck.As they pull back to look into each others eyes, a rumble of voices passes outside the door."Sweet dreams, mom!" one calls out."Fuck you, John Thomas." Karne shouts to the ceiling. A chorus of laughter answers, fading down the walk.still a little piece of shit, John Thomas"I think it's time we get naked," Karne says, turning back."I agree," she answers, belt unbuckled, her shirt already on the floor. She has on a thin sports bra and reaches to lift it off, but Karne steps in and kisses her, filling a hand with breast, slowly drawing her fingers in to the firm nipple poking through. She moans as it is given a gentle pull, then another, stronger. She pushes Karne back, then teasingly pulls the bra up, lifting her breasts with it, slowly letting them ease out. They dance and sway, Yenimahalle Escort full and round with fat pink nipples in a darker surround.those beautiful fucking tits, so fucking perfect...only time I've regretted my little bumpsShe reaches out and grabs Karne's head in both hands, guiding her mouth to them. Karne grabs her waist and baths each with kisses, suckling her nipples and pulling them with her teeth. She stretches up, pulling the bra off over her head, but before she can free her hands, Karne pins them against the wall, holding her there and gazes at the curls of damp russet hair under her arms.mmmmm, such a lovely surprise"You like?" she asks in a husky whisper, but with a shadow of worry in her eyes. Karne answers by leaning down and licking the whole length, savoring the sweet, sour, salty moisture with a growl of pleasure, then puts her mouth over the center crease, running her tongue back and forth across it while pinching and pulling the nipple below. She shivers hard, knees faltering, and moans out "Oh fuck. Bed. Bed now!"Karne pulls her in close for another deep kiss, walking her backwards to the edge of the bed and pushing her down. Karne pulls off her boots and socks, then her jeans and panties in one motion. She spreads her legs and Karne kneels, letting out a deep breath as she looks at the cunt displayed before her. Its lips are sanguine with arousal, pouting open, and framed by a full bush of curls.first those tits, then those pits, then that glorious pussy...had a little fucking come just staring at it, smelling it, such pure woman"Show me," Karne demands in a husky voice, hands squeezing her muscular thighs.Her hands come slowly down across her belly, fingers twining into the thick silky hair. She slides a finger either side of her long hood with a moan, then spreads her labia fully open, her pink inner folds glistening wet between.