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xp_logsEarly Friday morning
Racing down the length of the grounds, Alison grinned to herself, enjoying the adrenaline. Scott was following a bit further off behind, having declined the offer to race and suggested she print on ahead on her own. A flick of the eyes towards the mansion, and she spotted the window to Betsy's room - she'd checked on her before her morning run, and everything had seemed fine. Dismissing her worries for the moment, she rounded the corner with a final surge of speed, feet pelting the ground with a regular pounding rhythm.
Taking a walk in the brisk morning air, Sam decided it was highly preferable to the heat of the afternoon. He thought perhaps he'd see Alison out on her jog and give her a wave, but he hadn't planned on seeing her so soon. She seemed intent on running, sprinting rapidly, and Sam grinned as he placed himself right in her path, throwing his arms open as if to catch her as she ran into him.
With a yelp of surprise at the sudden obstacle, Alison ran straight into Sam, barely managing to slow down at the last minute. Twisting around to try and lessen the impact as he overbalanced, she burst out laughing, at the smug look on his face.
Feeling himself overbalance, Sam thought it would be an interesting idea to go ahead and fall into the grass by the side of the path. He managed to land gently, absorbing the impact for Alison, clutched in his arms. Snickering at her, he said between chuckles, "Speed demon! You could kill someone, you know."
With a low mutter of mock-indignation she squirmed in his grasp, trying to get some leverage. "Would not," she started laughing as he ran his fingers down her side lightly once. "No tickling!" she squeaked, lying still against him except for the giggles that kept escaping her. She smiles up at him widely, and then winked at him. "Golly, mister, does this mean I'm going to get a speeding ticket?"
"I think we'll let you off this time, ma'am, but just don't do it again, y'hear?" He kissed her lightly at first, then traced her lips with his tongue, still smiling and holding her close to his chest.
"And I didn't even have to try and bribe you, sir," she murmured, chuckling smugly. Let's do that anyway. With a faint hum of pleasure Alison opened her mouth under his, deepening the kiss as she slid her tongue inside his mouth teasingly.
Sam met her tongue with his, massaging it as he placed a hand at the base of her neck. Making soft sounds in the back of his throat, he slid his other hand in strong circles across her back, trailing his fingers across her hips, sides, and breasts. Getting more comfortable with touching her body every day, he was less reticent to enjoy the feel of her curves and the slick sheen of sweat on her skin.
Shifting her weight Alison slid her hands slowly over his chest and shoulders, resting her elbows on the grass cushioning them while tangling her fingers in his hair. Practically purring under his touch she did her best not to get too adventuresome, letting him take the lead, enjoying the torture of waiting and wondering just as much as anything else.
Letting his eyelids flutter closed, Sam ran his tongue down to Alison's collar bone, hot against her salty skin, breathing deeply. He sought out that one place where her neck smoothed into her shoulder, nipping and sucking and flicking his tongue against it in slow patterns. His fingers danced across her nipples, light and teasing, all thoughts of their position in the wide-open yard pushed from his mind. The grass smelled sweet and tickled pleasantly against his bare arms, and his bare toes curled against the warm ground.
Whimpering at the sensations he was eliciting from her, Alison tried to keep taking slow deep breaths - and failed miserably as his hands drifted to her breasts and his mouth pressed upon the hollow of her neck. She kept her balance as best as she could, pushing her upper body up ever so slightly to give him better access to any part of her he wanted to touch, hoping no one would stumble across them so early in the morning.
Sam's hands roamed across her body, content to simply drink her in through touch, more assured than before as well as more capable. He kissed and sucked gently at the hollow of her collarbone, letting his lips drift as close to the top of her breasts as her sports bra would allow.
A low moan of encouragement escaped her, and keeping herself from grinding against him she held her breath for a moment. A hazy smile curled the corners of her lips as she let out her breath slowly, carefully, murmuring soft unintelligible words to him.
Shifting against Alison to be able to reach her other side better, Sam gasped as an electric jolt of sensation flooded him, his prominent erection having rubbed deliciously against her pelvis as he moved. Startled by the sudden wave of pleasure, and not a little off-balance, he dropped his hands and sat up, pushing away even as his brain screamed at him to keep going.
With a slight 'oof', Alison managed to follow his abrupt motion, ruthlessly hiding her disappointment... but also hiding a smile - she didn't have a doubt as to what had so startled him. Not after having felt ample evidence of it, no less. She reached out, laying a hand gently against his lips, forestalling any apology and finally smiled at him faintly, eyes still darkened with desire. "Sshh. It's ok." She pushed herself to a sitting position next to him, and then leaned back on her elbows, looking up at him while trying her best to look calm even as her heart still raced and body craved for more.
Halting his stream of mumblings and apologies before he even got started, Alison managed to calm him down considerably with just her words and demeanour. Sam closed his eyes, letting his head hang back, face towards the sky. He tried to catch his breath and relax, eventually lowering himself back onto his elbows.
Reaching out, Alison ran her fingers through his hair soothingly, humming a song under her breath idly. She was far from settled yet, spikes of desire still shooting through her and leaving her wanting for more - but a cold shower could help with that later, and until then, she could think of nothing more enticing than what she was doing.
Racing down the length of the grounds, Alison grinned to herself, enjoying the adrenaline. Scott was following a bit further off behind, having declined the offer to race and suggested she print on ahead on her own. A flick of the eyes towards the mansion, and she spotted the window to Betsy's room - she'd checked on her before her morning run, and everything had seemed fine. Dismissing her worries for the moment, she rounded the corner with a final surge of speed, feet pelting the ground with a regular pounding rhythm.
Taking a walk in the brisk morning air, Sam decided it was highly preferable to the heat of the afternoon. He thought perhaps he'd see Alison out on her jog and give her a wave, but he hadn't planned on seeing her so soon. She seemed intent on running, sprinting rapidly, and Sam grinned as he placed himself right in her path, throwing his arms open as if to catch her as she ran into him.
With a yelp of surprise at the sudden obstacle, Alison ran straight into Sam, barely managing to slow down at the last minute. Twisting around to try and lessen the impact as he overbalanced, she burst out laughing, at the smug look on his face.
Feeling himself overbalance, Sam thought it would be an interesting idea to go ahead and fall into the grass by the side of the path. He managed to land gently, absorbing the impact for Alison, clutched in his arms. Snickering at her, he said between chuckles, "Speed demon! You could kill someone, you know."
With a low mutter of mock-indignation she squirmed in his grasp, trying to get some leverage. "Would not," she started laughing as he ran his fingers down her side lightly once. "No tickling!" she squeaked, lying still against him except for the giggles that kept escaping her. She smiles up at him widely, and then winked at him. "Golly, mister, does this mean I'm going to get a speeding ticket?"
"I think we'll let you off this time, ma'am, but just don't do it again, y'hear?" He kissed her lightly at first, then traced her lips with his tongue, still smiling and holding her close to his chest.
"And I didn't even have to try and bribe you, sir," she murmured, chuckling smugly. Let's do that anyway. With a faint hum of pleasure Alison opened her mouth under his, deepening the kiss as she slid her tongue inside his mouth teasingly.
Sam met her tongue with his, massaging it as he placed a hand at the base of her neck. Making soft sounds in the back of his throat, he slid his other hand in strong circles across her back, trailing his fingers across her hips, sides, and breasts. Getting more comfortable with touching her body every day, he was less reticent to enjoy the feel of her curves and the slick sheen of sweat on her skin.
Shifting her weight Alison slid her hands slowly over his chest and shoulders, resting her elbows on the grass cushioning them while tangling her fingers in his hair. Practically purring under his touch she did her best not to get too adventuresome, letting him take the lead, enjoying the torture of waiting and wondering just as much as anything else.
Letting his eyelids flutter closed, Sam ran his tongue down to Alison's collar bone, hot against her salty skin, breathing deeply. He sought out that one place where her neck smoothed into her shoulder, nipping and sucking and flicking his tongue against it in slow patterns. His fingers danced across her nipples, light and teasing, all thoughts of their position in the wide-open yard pushed from his mind. The grass smelled sweet and tickled pleasantly against his bare arms, and his bare toes curled against the warm ground.
Whimpering at the sensations he was eliciting from her, Alison tried to keep taking slow deep breaths - and failed miserably as his hands drifted to her breasts and his mouth pressed upon the hollow of her neck. She kept her balance as best as she could, pushing her upper body up ever so slightly to give him better access to any part of her he wanted to touch, hoping no one would stumble across them so early in the morning.
Sam's hands roamed across her body, content to simply drink her in through touch, more assured than before as well as more capable. He kissed and sucked gently at the hollow of her collarbone, letting his lips drift as close to the top of her breasts as her sports bra would allow.
A low moan of encouragement escaped her, and keeping herself from grinding against him she held her breath for a moment. A hazy smile curled the corners of her lips as she let out her breath slowly, carefully, murmuring soft unintelligible words to him.
Shifting against Alison to be able to reach her other side better, Sam gasped as an electric jolt of sensation flooded him, his prominent erection having rubbed deliciously against her pelvis as he moved. Startled by the sudden wave of pleasure, and not a little off-balance, he dropped his hands and sat up, pushing away even as his brain screamed at him to keep going.
With a slight 'oof', Alison managed to follow his abrupt motion, ruthlessly hiding her disappointment... but also hiding a smile - she didn't have a doubt as to what had so startled him. Not after having felt ample evidence of it, no less. She reached out, laying a hand gently against his lips, forestalling any apology and finally smiled at him faintly, eyes still darkened with desire. "Sshh. It's ok." She pushed herself to a sitting position next to him, and then leaned back on her elbows, looking up at him while trying her best to look calm even as her heart still raced and body craved for more.
Halting his stream of mumblings and apologies before he even got started, Alison managed to calm him down considerably with just her words and demeanour. Sam closed his eyes, letting his head hang back, face towards the sky. He tried to catch his breath and relax, eventually lowering himself back onto his elbows.
Reaching out, Alison ran her fingers through his hair soothingly, humming a song under her breath idly. She was far from settled yet, spikes of desire still shooting through her and leaving her wanting for more - but a cold shower could help with that later, and until then, she could think of nothing more enticing than what she was doing.
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