4. Union of Spirits

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The diner down the road was everything one could hope for on a gray morning like this. Busy, but not particularly loud, letting us take a well-earned exhale after breathing each other in for as long as we have. Your skirt is loose and airy, matching my mood.

The sky is heavy with clouds today, and though we only have a few hours, I suggest we find somewhere to get caught in the rain. You oblige, and we take your rental car down the small town roads, the sky purring, until we find an offshoot into the tree line. We coast along the dirt road, following it further and further from the main stretch of town.

Soon enough, all we see are trees, rich in their earthen tones as if blushing, in anticipation of the gift of water. As the first droplets of rain speckle the windshield, you pull into a small field surrounded by full-bodied old pine and aspen. We sit here for some time, as the rain picks up, blurring the world outside like a painting washed with thinner.

I grin at this life and turn to you, only to see you taking me in from your seat. You smile back, but not so fully, and I feel it too. We both have planes to catch later today, and they're not going the same way.

I beckon you closer to me, and take you into a still embrace as we stretch out across the seats. I kiss your head, taking in your smell again, quietly watching the refracted, melting light moving across your face. I have a feeling this won't be the last time we see each other, but God knows I'll miss you until we do again.

I caress your cheek and neck with my hand, breathing deep, and run my hand through your hair, feeling it cascade over my fingers like the countless falling droplets outside. I can feel my heartbeat rolling against the back of your head, increasing as I bring your face to mine in a long, tender kiss. We hold onto each other's lips and breathe, feeling the weight of our heads pressed into one another bit by bit.

This dose of each other awakens the urgency of the moment, and as our lips part, it feels like stepping out into the cold. Immediately we are linked again, harder, as if searching for any angle of our mouths we haven't yet explored. My heart is beating in time with the rain outside as you turn to me, gripping me by the shirt collar.

You tell me to lie down on the seat. I know to listen, and do as you say. You unbuckle me, sliding my jeans down, exposing my bush and my still soft penis to the light of the world.

You take your time with me, running your hand along its shape, feeling it grow firmer between your fingers as you slowly make tactile rounds. You play with me like an animal with its food, lifting my stiff shaft and letting it fall, gripping it and admonishing me in mock sternness when I inevitably pulse in your grip. I squirm, reaching into your skirt and running my hand over you, finding you very bare and warm against my fingertips.

You pause in your playtime and grip me while I spread you with my ring and forefinger, beckoning into you with my middle. You lower your head as your breaths become sharp, and I take hold of your neck with ginger sureness, bringing you close to me, tracing your lips with my tongue as I sink into you below. Ah, I slide out of you and massage your vulva with the pad of my thumb, letting it fill your opening with its wide flesh so I can grip your ass behind.

Come here, and I help you shift around into your legs or behind my head. We're lucky your rental is big enough to accommodate this 69, and we both let out breathy laughs as we manage to find our positions. I feel you giving me small kisses at the base of my shaft as I work my way up your thighs with my tongue.

I continue behind you, pressing into your ass with my hands so I can sink my teeth into your cheek, dragging them down and sliding back up with my tongue. The warmth of your mouth surrounds me below, and I can feel the satisfying tension of your lips as they pull against the flared edges of my head. Jesus.

Ah, the pleasure you're giving me makes me arch my head and I bring it back to you, meeting your pussy with my lips and wetting them as I slowly fill you with kisses, dragging my lips into you, letting the spittle build up between them and my curling tongue, lapping up your savory juices and making out with them. I grind into you with the firm points of my nose and my chin, rubbing up and down against you, smiling as I feel you break from me to shudder little moans into the warming air of the car. Oh, I lay my tongue flat out, running along your clit and your lips, letting its tip meet yours and writhe against it.

Your hums as you take me deeper into you are making me hot in the face, and I have to stop eating you to catch my breath. As you begin a rotating motion of massaging my balls in one hand and stroking me with your other, your lips teasing the edge of my head again, I spread your cheeks wide and move into your face with slow thrusts moaning into your soaking center and picking up speed with you. Oh, your rapid tugs coax me into a full body tension that releases between your lips and down your tongue as you swallow me between slowing head bops.

I bury my face into your pussy, crying out into you. Oh. While you kiss me, I readjust, working my fingers into you and resting my tongue on your clit, making only the most subtle motions with applied pressure as I fuck you knuckle deep.

I find a groove on your front wall, beckoning into you again with my ring finger, making more pronounced circles with my tongue below. Our juices are running down my face and I can feel my collar wet against my throat as you yourself tense, quietly releasing a command not to stop. I keep this rhythm, not daring to break, not daring to increase, not daring to decrease.

The muscles in my tongue are taut, and you're barely breathing, arching, until finally the slow release of grunting breath escapes you as you pulse into my face, contracting and releasing. I run my hand along you, pressing it against your curves, and readjust one last time to return to our initial recline. Oh.

I stroke your head as you rested against me, the rain coming easier now, less fervent. I didn't expect you this weekend, but it's hard to know that we'll be miles away from each other, above these clouds, in only a matter of hours. But that is then, and this is now.

And for now, we are still old friends, new lovers, cased in glass and fog, and surrounded by the rain. And now, we are still old friends, new lovers, cased in glass and fog, and surrounded by the rain.