An Evening to Remember
Her parents had wanted to take them out to dinner for their fifth anniversary, but Kim and her husband, Chris, had these plans made for over three months and nothing was going to stop them. Each year, they always tried to do something different and exciting for their anniversary and this year was no exception.
While driving to their destination, Chris looked over at his wife and smiled, remembering how excited she had been when she heard the news that the old Reformatory was having a ghost hunt on Halloween, the same day as their anniversary. They loved Halloween and insisted upon being married on that day and even asked the guests to dress up in costumes for the evening reception. It had been a wonderful day for them and it was a party that everyone remembered.
The Mansfield Reformatory was built in 1895 and was originally used as a prison for young male offenders. Its gothic, cathedral style architecture was used to inspire these young criminals to rededicate their lives to God. When Kim first saw the prison when they visited a few years earlier, it sent chills up and down her spine. An imposing structure, it had a main, central building for offices and new inmate reception and off the this main area called the bullpen, an east and west wing jutted off each side. In the west wing, it boasted a six tier block of cells that was a world record until it shut down in 1979. Each tier in the west wing had fifty cells.
The Mansfield Reformatory moved away from holding younger men and it eventually held Ohio’s most hardened and heinous criminals, thus becoming the state’s most notorious prison for assaults and deaths. Violence was a natural way of life inside the dark stone walls and inhuman screams were almost commonplace during the lonely nights.
The structure rotted away for years until the city saved it from demolition and began to renovate and turn it into a museum. Kim and Chris had taken several tours of this magnificent structure and from the modest fee collected from visitors, the Mansfield Reformatory was starting to look like its old self.
Kim and Chris had always liked a good fright and the chance to explore the old jail for an evening, especially on Halloween, was just too good an opportunity to pass up. They knew it was reputed to be haunted and this only added to the excitement.
“Just think,” she giggled after they made the reservations, “maybe we could fool around in one of the cells.”
“I don’t think the spirits would take too kindly to that,” Chris replied.
“Oh, only because they’d be jealous that they’re dead and not able to take advantage of me like you could.” She stood up and walked to where Chris was sitting. She turned her back to him and pushed her shapely butt towards his face, wiggling it suggestively. “Who could resist this?” she cooed.
Thinking back, Chris hadn’t been able to resist and knew resistance was futile if his darling Kim really wanted to screw inside one of the cells. She always had that affect on him.
They had been brought together on a blind date by her brother, who was friends with Chris. It was the Halloween season, so after a traditional date of dinner and a movie, they had decided to go to one of the area haunted houses sponsored by the local Lion’s Club. It wasn’t very good and both Kim and Chris had been disappointed with the experience.
“Do you really want to be scared?” he asked her in the car afterward.
“Sure,” she said. “I’m game.”
“Okay,” he replied. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He drove for about a half hour until they stopped at a dark, remote area of town. To their right stood a tall, wrought iron gate, rusted over the years from exposure, but still imposing. Vines and trees covered the black, five foot wrought iron fence to the end of each block that the old cemetery encompassed.
“Come on,” he said, holding her hand and leading her to the gate.
Kim didn’t know what to think, but instinctively trusted Chris and followed him. They came to the gate and Chris pushed his way through the unlocked entrance. The hinges squealed from lack of oil, but they entered the grounds of the sacred resting places. With only the moon light to guide them, they soon found themselves amongst the tombstones of the forgotten dead.
“Scared yet?” he inquired, turning to her and still holding her soft hand.
Kim listened to the clicking of the bare branches swaying lazily from the soft breeze and sighed. “I love cemeteries,” she whispered before she kissed him that first time. He loved her immediately.
“Maybe we could do it in ‘The Hole’,” Kim suggested, breaking Chris from his thoughts, her light green eyes gleaming.
“I don’t think so,” Chris replied uneasily.
The Hole was the Reformatory’s most haunted area. Many sounds and images had been recorded over the years in that spot and nearly everyone who went past that area came away feeling chilled, scared, and negatively affected by the experience.
The Hole was where inmates were sent for punishment. A day in there seemed like a week, a week like a month. No prisoner came out of there unaffected, if they came out alive at all. A goodly number of inmates came out mumbling gibberish, incoherent and ultimately insane. There were loud ravings of hearing voices telling them to kill themselves and seeing shadowy, ghostly images. Others spared themselves that ordeal and simply ended their sad, pathetic lives before their minds rotted to jelly.
Many a brutal beating took place in there, as inmates already knowing the fates of their brethren before them wanted no part of the horror that awaited them. Sometimes, they died before stepping foot into the smelly, dark cement box. It was said their troubled spirits still roamed the cell, begging for the mercy that eluded them all those years before.
“No, I don’t think so,” Chris said again, a bit firmer this time. They had made love in a lot of strange, weird places, but this was just a bit too kinky for his taste.
He was thankful that Kim didn’t press him about it. She, too, knew his limits and never pushed him into things with which he was uneasy.
With backpacks filled with water, flashlights, batteries, cameras, and a mini-recorder in the trunk, Chris pulled into the entrance of the grounds; a long gravel path with bare trees lining the way, spooky and swaying in the soft fall breeze. Although this would be the fourth time they visited, their first glimpse of the grand old prison once again sent chills of awe, excitement, and apprehension through them both.
“God, it’s beautiful,” Kim murmured when the prison came into full view.
Kim saw the twin steeples that doubled as guard towers. The gargoyles were hanging on the edge of the roof, smiling demonically at the visitors who dared invade their peaceful house. Although she couldn’t see them, she remembered them from previous visits. They made the entrance look even more eerie. She licked her lips in anticipation and could feel a bit of moistness begin to invade the sweet folds between her soft inner thighs.
Chris looked at his wife and smiled. At thirty years of age, she had the face and figure of a woman ten years her junior. Her short, spiked blonde hair was in disarray and her green eyes were riveted to the building in front of them. He figured she was already starting to get horny as she normally did when they went into dark, scary places. Facing the unknown was always a turn on for her, as he had found out that first night alone with her in the cemetery. Chris never forgot her scream of pleasure the first time he sank himself into her near the large granite mausoleum and was surprised to find the ghosts were still asleep in their deep, dank graves once her moaning ceased.
For their honeymoon a year later, they scoured every part of Ohio looking for haunted houses, hotels, and cemeteries. They made love everywhere they stayed, daring the spirits that invaded each habitat to have their say. None did, although they had the distinct feeling of being watched from time to time. That only added to Kim’s enjoyment.
After they parked, Chris unloaded the two backpacks from the trunk. He had spent the previous evening making sure all of their equipment was in perfect working order. He hoped to capture on film or tape some type of apparition or unearthly sound. He handed the lighter of the two backpacks to Kim and she shrugged it on over her hooded sweat jacket. They had been warned ahead of time that the Reformatory had very little electricity and the place was quite cool during the night. The outdoor temperature was in the high sixties, but the prison would probably dip into the mid-fifties or less after midnight.
Once they got to the entrance of the prison, they were told that they would have free reign inside the prison from eight o’clock until two in the morning. Chris checked his watch and it was just a few minutes before eight o’clock. Unfortunately, there would be some areas that would be too dangerous to enter and those areas were cordoned off. There would be pizza and soft drinks for the ghost hunters at midnight. After that was said, the doors were opened and Kim, Chris, and all the others filed into the solemn parlor. The musky, moldy smell of the prison hit them as they entered. Scanning the crowd, Chris guessed there to be about two hundred person participating. At $100 each for the experience of walking through a haunted prison, Chris knew the historical society would receive quite a sum to forward their progress in renovating the old place.
“Where do you want to go first?” Chris asked Kim as they went past a few offices.
“Let’s go upstairs to the warden’s residence.”
Chris knew the story behind her desire. In 1954, the warden and his wife had a terrible argument and in a fit of rage, the warden killed his wife and their two children. It was said that sometimes you could hear the argument if you stayed a few rooms away and were quiet. They switched on their flashlights and slowly mounted the creaking steps. Most of the other hunters had gone to one of the other wings of the prison, so they knew they would be one of only a handful to be roaming around upstairs.
Once upstairs, they walked softly from room to room, exploring closets, hallways, and other areas. None of the rooms had any furniture; just rubbish, mold, and dust everywhere. They listened carefully for any sounds, but heard nothing except for the footfalls and voices of other people moving about.
Back on the ground floor, they found the recreation room, a large expansive room that echoed every sound, no matter how minute. This room was where church services were held, meals were served, and movies played. Being a maximum security prison in its day, only the best behaved inmates were allowed in this room other than at meal time.
Kim looked in one corner and saw a doorway. From her previous times there, she knew that doorway led to a stairwell that went to one of the guard towers. Even in the daytime, it was treacherous, but Kim wanted to go up to the tower anyway.
“Come on,” she nudged Chris.
He followed his wife to the doorway and shone his flashlight inside. “Are you sure?” he asked, although he already knew the answer.
“Come on,” she said in a low voice. “We’ll take it real slow.” She was already starting to ascend the staircase before he had a chance to reply.
The staircase was spiral and very narrow, barely wide enough for Chris’ shoulders. The steps were short and slippery and Chris was glad to see Kim taking her time. Her flashlight shone on each step as they climbed and he could see the crumbling cement that had eroded over time and neglect. Suddenly, Kim stopped and Chris’ nose touched her butt before he could stop.
“Do you hear anything?” she whispered.
Chris cocked his ear and listened.
“No,” he answered.
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“I guess it was nothing,” she said.
By this time, she could feel her husband planting soft kisses on her curvy bottom. If it wasn’t so dangerous, she would have pulled her pants down right then and there and let him have a good grope, but they still had a little bit more climbing to do before they got to the top.
“All right, Chris,” she said as she reached back and patted his face, “let’s get going.” She loved it when he did things spontaneously. Just doing something as simple as that made her love him even more.
Once they reached the top, they had a perfect view of the two newer prisons nearby; the Mansfield Correctional Institute, affectionately called Mansi, and Richland Correctional Institute, shortened to Richi. Mansfield was a maximum security prison and Richland was divided between minimum and medium classifications. Once he saw the prison yard of Mansi, Chris was tempted to take a photo, but resisted. They had been warned about taking pictures of the two prisons from previous visits because it violated the inmates civil rights should they be photographed without their permission. Chris thought it was ludicrous, but he didn’t want to get in trouble.
“This is so neat,” Kim remarked. “I can just imagine the gunners picking off escapees from here. You can really see everywhere.”
Chris nodded in the darkness. Looking off into the distance, he saw flashlights in one remote corner of the Reformatory’s expansive grounds.
“I wonder what’s over there?” he said.
“Where?” Kim asked.
Chris moved her towards the direction he was looking. “See all the lights there.”
“I’ll bet that’s the cemetery,” Kim explained. “It’s almost as haunted as ‘The Hole’. We have to go there sometime tonight. We have to,” she added softly, squeezing her thighs together. The thought of getting frisky in a haunted prisoner’s cemetery sent shivers through her.
Knowing what she was thinking, Chris reached around and caressed her through her sweat pants and was not surprised to find she was wearing no underwear. He could feel the heat and moisture emanating from her loins and knew it wouldn’t take much to get her off.
Kim moaned softly at his touch, but regained control as she gently pushed his hand aside. “Not here, baby. Not yet.”
Chris laughed softly and kissed the back of her neck affectionately. “I know, hon. It was just a little appetizer for what’s to come.”
They stayed in the tower for a few more minutes before carefully navigating the narrow, spiral staircase downward to the recreation room once more. For the next hour or so, they visited the bullpen, a large room in the middle of the main building and all the wings that extended from it. Besides the famous east and west wings, there was an infirmary, solitary confinement, the shower room, and the infamous ‘hole’. The infirmary was a small building directly behind the bullpen. Solitary, the showers, and the hole were directly east off of the infirmary. Wanting to save the east and west wings for last, they made their way into the infirmary.
Chris took pictures now and then, usually of things he hadn’t remembered seeing from previous visits. Sometimes, he would go by a cell or a room and the hairs on the back of his neck would stand up for no apparent reason. From his reading of ghost studies, there was the possibility of unearthly phenomena in such an area, so he made sure to snap pictures in those areas as well.
When they reached ‘the hole’, Kim immediately got bad vibes about it. She shivered and felt her skin crawling, but she felt electrified by the feelings. She wanted nothing more than to be inside the cell with Chris and have him fuck her hard from behind. Kim knew she could have the best orgasm of her life there, but she also knew Chris would have none of it. Besides, there were too many other people around for them to have the privacy needed. The thought of them screwing there sent tingles through her.
“Isn’t this awesome?” she whispered to him. “I’m feeling all kinds of weird sensations.” She paused for a moment. “I wish you could bend me over right now.”
“Not here,” he whispered back. “It’s just too creepy.” He, too, felt the inhuman evilness that screamed from within the silent walls.
“You should feel how wet I am,” Kim said seductively, her breath hot and raspy.
Kim reached back, took his hand, and put his fingertips under the waistband of her sweat pants.
“Feel me,” she panted.
Not surprising, Chris’ fingers were soaked after he explored between her labia. Kim shuddered from his touch.
“You’re gushing,” he hissed, barely able to control his voice. His penis jumped to attention and he knew he had to have her once they found an appropriate cell.
“Baby, I’ve got to have you soon,” Kim responded, her voice quivering.
They left the ‘hole’ and explored the shower area for fifteen minutes. They both felt their hair stand on end and Chris deduced that a fair amount of vicious rapes and assaults occurred here. He took more pictures and didn’t need to check his camera to know his first roll was finished. He had mentally tallied each photo and knew it was time. They stepped out of the shower and moved to an area out of the way of the other hunters. The ‘hole’ and the shower room were very popular spots for ghost hunting.
Kim shone her flashlight on his camera as he fished through his backpack for another roll. When he looked at his camera, he noticed the “15″ showing in the window indicating how many photos he had taken. He frowned and looked at Kim, puzzled.
“What’s wrong?”
“The camera says I’ve only taken fifteen pictures, but I know I’ve taken twenty-four.”
“You’ve advanced to the next picture each time, haven’t you?” she asked.
“Of course I have,” he said disgustedly.
He tried advancing it again, but it wouldn’t budge. “Damn,” he exclaimed.
“What’s wrong now?”
“It’s jammed.”
“Why don’t you pull the pin and rewind it as if the roll were completed?”
“Yeah, I can try that.”
Chris pulled the pin up and tried to rewind the film. It was stuck for a second, but then gave way with the unmistakable sound of the film tearing within.
“Damn!” he hissed.
“What now?”
“The film broke. Now, all the pictures I’ve taken are ruined.”
“That really sucks,” Kim said disgustedly.
Chris opened the camera and pulled the film out. He then put in a new roll. Once the film was secure, he tried to advance the film to where he could close the camera for his first picture. The lever wouldn’t budge.
“Damn, what’s wrong with this thing? I checked it last night and it worked perfectly.” Chris frowned at their misfortune.
He tried one more time. This time, the lever moved, but Chris looked in disbelief as the film tore once again before his disbelieving eyes. Chagrined, he put the camera into his backpack and pulled out his automatic camera. He pressed the ‘on’ switch, but nothing happened.
“What’s wrong?” Kim asked.
“The batteries are dead,” Chris explained, although he couldn’t understand how brand new batteries could be dead without any usage.
He reached into his backpack once more and exchanged batteries. Those, too, were dead. Chris sighed, resigned to the fact that they would have no pictures to commemorate their visit. “I guess they don’t want their pictures taken.”
“I guess not,” Kim said shakily. This was their first direct experience with the paranormal.
Reluctantly, Chris put the camera in his back pack and zipped it shut. “We still have the recorder,” he said.
“I don’t think they’ll want to be recorded, either. Do you? At least not by us.”
“No,” he replied softly. “I guess not.”
Shaken by the experience, they left the area and headed back towards the bullpen. Once they reached it, they decided to go to the west wing, since it was the taller of the two. The east wing had only four tiers of sixty cells in each tier.
They climbed the metal stairs quickly, their shoes clanging at each step. When they got to the fourth tier, Chris stopped to catch his breath. He was a bit allergic to mold and dust. To their right was the control room whereby an officer could open and close any amount of cells on that tier by pulling on certain levers and rotating a metal wheel. Chris pulled Kim towards the room and looked inside. From his flashlight, he could see documents lying about, mostly rosters from that tier for a specific date. One was on the floor only a few feet from where they were standing.
“Look at this,” he said. Chris knelt down on the hard metal floor and observed the paper more closely. “E4-01 Jacobs, Timothy 21056, E4-02 Kaczmerik, Edward 27831, E4-03 Keating, Leonard 34980. It’s a roster from September 21, 1979. The Reformatory closed down only a few weeks later.”
“That is so neat,” Kim exclaimed. “I sure wish we could take it as a souvenir.”
“You know we can’t,” Chris said. “You know the stories.”
“I know,” she replied.
Several times, people had taken things from the Reformatory, most notably documents or rosters, and reported strange things occurring to them. Usually, it was an unexplained illness or rash that refused to go away no matter how often it was treated by a doctor. The illness or other strange happenings only went away after the document or other property was returned to its rightful place. Chris and Kim knew better than to tempt fate.
They lingered at the control room for a few minutes before they resumed their climb to the top tier. Once there, they looked down to the floor sixty feet below.
“Wow,” Chris exclaimed as he looked from left to right. “This is unbelievable.” He could see many flashlights below, but not too many on the tiers below them. He saw no lights at all on the tier they occupied.
“Come on,” Kim said as if reading his mind. “Let’s look at the cells.”
Chris followed her, shining his light in the dark, seemingly empty cells. Each cell had one bunk, some with a moldy, rotted mattress and some without. There was a sink, toilet, and folding table attached to the wall. Most of the toilets and sinks were broken, but some were intact.
As she looked in each cell, her excitement got stronger as she anticipated having Chris’ rock hard penis inside her. She liked Chris from the first moment she met him. He had light brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a strong chin and she thought he was quite handsome. He was not heavy, but he was wiry strong. She liked his laugh and sense of humor from the start, but having him inside her that first night in that cemetery was the ultimate high. She never had a stronger orgasm before then and very few approached its intenseness since.
Her Chris was an amazing lover and often indulged Kim in her whimsical fantasies, be it making love in a gloomy cemetery or masturbating her in a theater during a horror flick. He rarely refused her desire, but when he did, it was for a good reason. It never bothered her because he had done so much to make her other dreams and fantasies come true.
After looking through a dozen cells or so, her desire for him was overpowering and she had to have him. Now.
“In here,” she said breathlessly, her chest heaving.
She pulled him into the cell reeking of mold, mildew, and decay. Chris curled his nose at the smell, but soon forgot about it as Kim began to pull her stretchy pants down to her ankles. Chris looked down the walkway once more and didn’t see or hear anyone else. After putting down his backpack, he quickly yanked his jeans down to his knees.
Turning his attention back to his horny wife, he pulled his fast hardening penis from his boxers. Kim’s hand was already between her legs working her clit with her fingertips. Chris stepped behind her and pushed his penis against her spread cheeks. He rubbed it up and down her crack as Kim moaned. She was working herself into a frenzy, feverishly playing with herself and waiting in anticipation to be impaled.
“Put it in, baby, put it in now,” she panted. She was almost to the edge and knew his penetration would send her tumbling over the blissful abyss.
Chris quickly moved his fingers towards her sopping wet hole as a guide and put his penis at the opening.
“Fuck me, Chris. I’m almost there. Fuck me,” she begged in a raspy, hoarse voice. Kim was panting heavily and her legs were shaking.
Chris obliged and pushed in quickly and forcefully, so hard that Kim’s forehead bumped into the metal wall in front of her.
“Oh…,” she moaned, not from the wall, but from the pleasure of being filled in such an erotic, unholy place.
Chris grabbed her hips and began pushing into her hard and fast, their bare skin slapping against each other. At home, their lovemaking was usually slow, nurturing, and tender. In places such as this, Chris knew she wanted it fast, unrelenting, and punishing.
She was wetter than anytime in recent memory, but moist, hot inner walls were becoming tighter as she was reaching her peak. Chris persevered, ramming her harder and faster. Although he was usually skilled with his endurance, he could feel the beginnings of his own orgasm starting to mount.
Suddenly, Kim’s body tensed and then began to shake. “Oh…oh…” was all she got out before she clamped her hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. Her shoulder was on the cold, rusty metal table now as she continued to work over her clit with her right hand and kept her moaning and screaming inside her left one.
Soon thereafter, Chris could contain himself no longer and sprayed his sperm inside her quivering walls. The feeling of him pulsating inside her only prolonged Kim’s amazing ride as spasm after spasm continued to rock her. She rode each delicious contraction to its limit and was disappointed when they finally eased into soft, gentle waves.
Chris pulled out a few seconds later and quickly redressed while Kim, with both hands on the table now for balance, waited to catch her breath and come down from her high. Staring into the darkness, Kim was seeing stars and felt a bit dizzy. It was by far the strongest orgasm she had ever had, even surpassing the times they made love in cemeteries. She didn’t know if this time could ever be topped.
She smiled to herself. They could have a lot of fun trying, she suspected.
When she regained her senses, Kim slowly stood up and pulled her pants up and over her slim hips. This was surely a night to remember, she thought to herself. Turning, she sensed Chris’ presence and reached for him. Kim hugged him close as his sperm began to slowly trickle down her leg.
“You are the best,” she murmured, “the absolute best.” She found his lips and kissed him. “I love you so much.”
“Can I play too?”
The voice was a whisper, yet menacing and evil in its tone.
“What?” Kim asked, startled. She wasn’t sure if she heard it or not. She knew instantly it wasn’t Chris who said it
“What is it?” Chris whispered.
“I thought I heard a voice.”
“Get out if you can.”
Chris heard the creaking of the gate behind them before he heard the voice.
Kim was mesmerized by the voice, so melodic and sinister at the same time. It didn’t register to her at first that they could possibly be in danger..
Chris grabbed blindly with his right hand for the backpacks and reached for Kim with the other.
“GET OUT!!!”
Chris pulled her roughly out of the cell and they tumbled onto the floor of the walkway as the gate to cell E6-17 slammed shut behind them, missing Kim’s foot by a whisker.
“Shit,” Chris panted, out of breath. “Shit.” Kim remained quiet, but he could hear her heavy breathing to his right.
He dug into the backpack for a flashlight and shone it on the cell. To their utter shock and amazement, the cell door was open as if nothing had happened. They could even see the undisturbed cobwebs all around it.
“What the….?” Chris exclaimed.
He shone the light near Kim’s face and she was grinning from ear to ear.
“Awesome,” she said, “fucking awesome.”
“You heard the voice?” Chris asked.
“Yeah.”
“And the door slammed shut on us?”
“Yeah.”
“And now it’s open without any sound whatsoever?”
“Yeah. Fantastic, wasn’t it?”
Chris shook his head in wonderment. Could nothing scare her?
“You’re nuts, crazy, looney. You’re unbelievable.” He shook his head again.
“But, you still love me.”
“Always.”
“And this is one anniversary you’ll never forget.”
“Never.”
More than a bit shaken, they picked themselves up and walked slowly to the stairwell arm in arm, reliving the events that just took place. They didn’t dream it up. They knew that. It really happened and it was a thousand times better than the trouble with their cameras.
As they reached the first floor, an announcement was made that the pizza and soda had arrived and the food was set up in the courtyard near the entrance. Chris remembered glancing at his watch not that long before and it read ten o’clock. He hadn’t thought that much time had transpired since then.
He looked at his watch, but it didn’t surprise him to discover it still read ten o’clock. Chris chuckled to himself. Sure, the watch wasn’t very expensive, but he had bought it just a few weeks prior and had absolutely no difficulty with it. He showed it to Kim and she laughed.
“We’ve really pissed them off, haven’t we?” she giggled.
“It sure looks like it,” Chris agreed.
“Your sperm is running down my leg,” she whispered in his ear.
Chris smiled.
They ate and drank until they were full and decided to make the cemetery their last stop before heading home. They noticed the crowd had thinned out considerably and Chris could see only one or two lights shining in the old burial grounds.
The cemetery was not overly large, containing perhaps three hundred graves at the most. Each nondescript marker stated a last name, an initial, and year of death. Some were barely legible while most were still quite clear. Scattered clouds tried to obscure the bright, almost full moon that shone overhead, but they took little notice of it.
Slowly and deceptively, Kim steered Chris towards the farthest corner of the cemetery until she had him backed against a large maple tree. She leaned forward and kissed him, sweetly at first, but then a little more urgent and passionate.
His hands slithered their way under her sweat jacket and tee shirt until they found her small, firm breasts. Her puffy nipples were sticking out proud and proper as his fingers caressed them and teased them, sending more shivers through her. A moan escaped her sweet lips as she continued kissing him. Their tongues dueled briefly before she broke off their loving seal.
“Play with me,” she gasped, almost begging, fully unaware of her surroundings. Fully unaware that the gentle breeze was not as gentle as it had been and was picking up strength.
Kim kissed him again.
Chris’ right hand slipped inside her waistband and began to fondle the wonderful mysteries of Kim’s sweet sex. She was as wet as before and her clit was engorged and swollen. It didn’t take long for the tremors to start invading her. Chris always knew her most erogenous spots and this time was no exception.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” she whimpered. She was absolutely powerless once she began her pleasure ride.
Chris’ hand was firmer on his target now, circling it faster and mixing in her passion juice to help with the stimulation. Kim’s breathing was coming in quick, rapid breaths and Chris sensed her trembling within.
He surprised her by slipping his middle finger inside her while still stimulating her clit with his thumb. The timely invasion sent her tumbling into a free fall of sweet, delicate pleasure spasms. She didn’t cry out this time, but merely placed her mouth against his shoulder and bit him lightly to let him know it pleased her. Her whimpers, panting, and tremors made him well aware of that, but the little nip was a welcome addition.
The wind picked up and Kim could hear it whistling through the bare branches. As the first few droplets of rain fell, Kim kissed Chris again and hugged him.
“You’re the best,” she said through tear stained eyes, “the absolute best.”
* * * * *
Chris was tired by the end and not wanting to risk the three hour drive home, they decided to rent a room for the night at a Holiday Inn in Bucyrus. After a leisurely shower by which they sensually scrubbed each other clean, they settled down for a long-deserved sleep.
Kim had other ideas as she pulled the covers back and straddled her sleepy husband. She rubbed her feather-soft mound against his rapidly hardening penis and sighed happily.
“Didn’t you get enough at the prison?” Chris asked incredulously. Tired or not, the sight of Kim stimulating herself on his penis was the most wonderful sight for him.
Kim’s green eyes flickered as she smiled. “What we did there was fucking, pure and simple. It was wonderful, fantastic, the ultimate. But I want to love you now, baby.”
She leaned forward and her silky soft nipples brushed against his chest. Kim kissed him sweetly.
“I just want to love you.”
Chris laid back, sighing, and let Kim love him.
When they finished, Chris glanced at his watch for the first time since he noticed it had died and laughed out loud.
“What is it?” Kim inquired.
Chris showed it to her. She looked at the watch and then to the clock on the night stand. They registered the exact same time, 2:27.