Jacob and Sammi: A Fine Spring Day

Spring had been beckoning for weeks now. Jacob needed some time to
himself in the outdoors. He was happy, but just too busy - job, wife,
children, weekend chores. Jacob loved the beach and dunes, the woods
and prairie, the trees and wildflowers, the birds and animals. 

The dawn chorus of migrating birds awakened Jacob. Out the window of
their second floor bedroom he saw flashes of gold and yellow, blue and
gray, green and rust as the tiny birds darted among the leaves. He
leaned across and kissed his wife Delane. She, the bed, the room still
smelled sweetly from their lovemaking last night.

"Delane, honey, I'm going out to birdwatch and hike. Be back this
afternoon," he said.

"Okay, have fun," she said sleepily.

Jacob slipped his favorite khaki shorts up over his muscled runner's
legs and buttoned them. He slid a dark green t-shirt over his thick
black hair, past his neatly trimmed beard, down his soft chest hair
and firm stomach, and pushed his nicely developed arms into the shirt.
He pulled on heavy socks and aerobic training shoes. Into a daypack
went binoculars, bird and wildflower field guides, a water bottle,
bathing suit and towel.

Jacob went downstairs to the kitchen, grabbed the orange juice and
guzzled half of it, stuck a bagel in his mouth, tossed two more and a
banana into his pack. The day was mild - seventy-degrees - and the sky
a brilliant blue with a few clouds. How much he loved the dawning of
the day, the fresh, green scent of spring.

The trailhead was only ten miles from Jacob's home. The clicks and
whistles, warbles and chirps, the notes of birdsong filled the air.
Then, an insect-like "spss, sp sp sp spsss." And again. A
Golden-winged warbler! Jacob hadn't seen one in years. His binoculars
searched the shrub until he found it. Such a pretty bird.

"Hey stranger, what you looking at?" said a smokey, sultry voice
behind him.

Without turning around or lowering his binoculars he knew she was his
wife's sister Samantha or "Sammi," as everyone called her. "It's a
Golden-winged warbler. Rare bird up here. Have a look."

She eased up beside him, raised her binoculars and pointed them in the
general direction. Their bare arms lightly rubbed against each other.
Jacob felt the fine hairs on her arm rise at the contact. She smelled
of morning shower and shampoo. "I can't find the bird," she said.

Jacob moved her body in front of him and helped her raise the
binoculars to the right spot. He couldn't help but feel her round,
firm ass pressing against him. Jacob felt a bulge growing in his
khakis. Sammi wiggled her behind. "Oh! there it is. What a beauty!"
she said and slowly moved away.

Sammi looked him up and down. "My, my you've gotten fine since you
started jogging," she said. "If I hadn't married Ron and you hadn't
snagged my sister, I might just..." 

She looked down, embarrassed, remembered wiggling her ass against
Jacob and couldn't believe she was acting and talking so wantonly.
Sammi had enjoyed herself in high school and college. But she had been
a one-man woman since marrying Ron.

Jacob's eyes drank her in. Long auburn hair, high cheek bones, pert
nose, full lips. Skimpy running shorts, white leotard and no bra left
little to the imagination. She was all womanly curves and nicely toned
from aerobics.

He had never looked at his sister-in-law like this. This was
confusing. Sure, he'd been attracted to other women - but not with
this alchemy of looks, sensations, feelings. He had always been
faithful to Delane. My God, he thought, I want her sister.

"Let's walk the trail and see all the spring flowers and birds," Jacob
said. Each time they stopped to look at a bird their arms brushed or
they pressed against each other side-to-side. Sammi had that warm
electric feeling. Each time they brushed against each other, she
tingled. 

Jacob was intoxicated with the way her hair brushed his arm and when
their bodies touched while looking at birds. "Oh look. Bloodroot, this
is a pretty flower," he said. They crouched to look at the wildflower.
As Jacob reached around Sammi to show her the flower, his arm pressed
firmly against her breast. The firm touch was jolt of erotic energy
through both of them.

Without a word, they stood and looked deep into each other's eyes.

"Sammi....? a question and a statement.

"Jacob....?"

Jacob reached out and his fingers traced the curves of her forehead,
eyes, nose, cheeks, chin. She sighed. Her lips parted. Like a feather
Jacob's finger traced the contours of her lips. The gentle caresses
left Sammi brimming with erotic energy. 

His hands lingered on Sammi's neck and pulled their faces together.
Their lips met - ever so gently at first. Then with mounting passion -
deep wet kisses, nips with teeth, tongues dancing. Hot, hungry wet
mouths fueling hot hungry bodies. They moaned and pulled body closer
to body.

Sammi put her hands under Jacob's t-shirt. ran her fingers through his
chest hair, felt the toned muscles of his chest, shoulders, stomach,
back. Feeling his strength and power inflamed her further. Jacob felt
a tremendous heat rise within him as his cock swelled. He touched her
long hair, caressed her shoulders and bare arms. 

He pulled his mouth from hers for a moment and said, "You're so
beautiful." His hands explored her back, slid down and up under her
running shorts to massage her ass. Sammi moaned and pushed her crotch
against him. Jacob thrust back.

They stepped slightly apart and Jacob reached down the front of her
running shorts, pushed aside the flimsy leotard fabric and found her
clit with two fingers. Sammi inhaled sharply, sighed loudly and
groaned, "O my god, Jacob, O my god." She planted her mouth back on
his, thrust her hips against his fingers and shuddered all over.

Sammi unbuttoned the top two buttons of his khakis, slid her hand in
and felt the silky smooth, yet rigid cock-head. Jacob moaned. She
loved the feeling of power when she held a cock in her hand - that
special power that women have over men. She grasped the head with one
hand and the shaft with the other.

The two stood stroking each other, driving each other wild, stroking
and kissing. This heat between them became the center of the universe.
They wanted to take and be taken. Right there. Right then. Public be
damned.

Jacob led Sammi just off the trail to a soft, open sunny spot of grass
and unrolled his beach towel. She added hers to his, and they had a
cozy love nest. The pair were too excited and aroused to care who
might walk by. They quickly stripped bare and stood a moment - even
more aroused by the sight of each other. Neither one had been this
horny in years. Jacob could not recall when his cock had felt so hard
and had stood so straight. Sammi could not remember this intense a
fire in her belly.

They lay naked in each other's arms in their love nest.  Sun-warmed,
breathing moistly on each other, naked, skin to skin, bliss to bliss.
You are never so naked as when lying in the arms of your lover. Yet
the pair were too lusty to be still for long. Sammi rolled over on her
back, opened her legs, smiled and looked him in the eyes and said,
"Jacob, Jacob honey, I want you inside me." 

Jacob was dizzy with the smell of her pussy and of her sweat, and with
the wildflowers all around them. He positioned himself over Sammi,
between her legs with his weight supported on his arms and knees. She
took his cock and rubbed it the length of her slit to open herself and
to lubricate him. She was wet and warm and ready.

Sammi held his shaft and his used cock-head to rub up and down her
clit - driving them both wild. Both were moaning and gasping. She
pulled his cock to her, put the tip in her pussy and let go. Jason
collapsed his weight on her. As his hairy chest grazed her erect
nipples, fire shot through her loins.

As Jacob slid into her warm, wet tightness, her pussy yielding to him,
he almost came. He began to slide deeply in and almost all the way out
- long, strong slow strokes. She pushed back in perfect rhythm. In and
out, the liquid sounds of cock and pussy. Bellies slapping, sliding on
each other's sweat slippery bodies. The tang of sex. Gasping and
moaning. 

For her, the incredible feeling of hard cock penetrating, plowing her,
of loins rubbing her clit, of a muscular body on top of her. For him
the tight embrace of a wet, warm cunt around his cock, the plunging in
and out, the sweet, soft, round woman under him, wrapped around him.

Neither could wait; neither could hold back. Faster and harder they
fucked. Sammi's body stiffened, her back arched, her pussy contracted,
she pushed against him. She screamed, "Jacob!" and wave after wave of
orgasm flowed through Sammi's body.

Jacob pushed in and held himself there, felt the fiery come spurting
from his cock, grunted almost sobbing, fell the warmth running up and
down his body. He heaved against her and throbbed and throbbed inside
her tight pussy.

Together, coming and coming and then they collapsed into their nest.
Sammi and Jacob kissed tenderly and caressed each other for awhile,
soothing, yet feeling the aftershocks of orgasm. Both were warm and
drowsy. 

"Sammi, you are beautiful. That was incredible," he whispered.

"Jacob, you're the best. You're the best, god that was good," she
said.

They slept and morning turned to afternoon. Awoke, dressed basking in
silent warmth, walked hand-in-hand back to the trailhead. Headed for
their homes.

Jacob walked in the front door and greeted Delane and the kids with
kisses. "My sister called a few minutes ago."

"Sh..she did?"

"Yeah. Sammi told me she ran into you on the trail," said Delane.
"Sammi says the Golden-winged warbler was much more than she
expected."

"She did?"

"Yeah, and she wants to know if you two can go birdwatching next
weekend."