Unproven Chapter Thirty Six "Outside of Time"

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Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six

Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two Chapter Twenty Three Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five Chapter Twenty Six Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Eight Chapter Twenty Nine Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty One Chapter Thirty Two Chapter Thirty Three

Chapter Thirty Four Chapter Thirty Five

Chapter Thirty Six

He smiled widely, “Sorry but I had to deal with an adrenaline rush.”

She smiled back, “I was wondering, you looked like you were being chased by demons.”

His smile faltered briefly before he caught it. “Yeah, sexual demons.”

She laughed. “Well, did you work up an appetite?”

He raised a brow, “I could definitely eat, you brought food?”

She grinned and slid into the water, swimming for the other side. He followed and they climbed the rocky embankment. At the top Ary spied the bag and made a beeline, unzipping it and pulling out two towels. She threw one to him and wrapped the other around herself before jogging to where she’d left her clothes. Once dressed she came back and opened the bag the rest of the way.

Grayson leaned over, “So I finally get to see what’s in the mystery bag.”

“Uh huh.” She pulled out a large paper bag, a smaller one, and a blanket. She spread the latter out on the flat rock then opened the bags and arranged everything. Two subs in Ziploc bags filled with meats and cheeses, unopened bottles of mustard and mayo, two apples, two bags of chips, napkins, two colas, a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“A picnic,” she stated the obvious.

He grinned, “Fucking awesome, I’m starving.”

She handed him a sub, “Mustard or mayo?”

“Both.”

“That’s how I like it too.”

Grayson inhaled his sub, munching on chips intermittently then cracked open a cola and gulped it, wincing at the burn in the back of his throat. He grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth then leaned back on one arm, crossing the other over his stomach. “Whew, I’m full.”

Ary smiled and tilted her head back, looking at the sky.

“You’re right, it is beautiful and peaceful here.” Grayson told her, “I wish it wasn’t so far away.”

She nodded, “I know, I’d be here all the time if it wasn’t.”

His lip curled, “Yeah, this place suits you.”

“It does. I used to dream about putting a cabin in the clearing I told you about, and a gazebo where we’re sitting.”

He looked around, “Is it public or private property?”

“Public I think, but I don’t really know. I never saw any posted signs and the parking area seems to indicate public.”

He nodded, shaking off the thought that had come to mind. He couldn't have future thoughts about something in which there was no future.

Ary picked up a bottle of wine, “Too full for this?”

His lip curved, “Nah, never too full for alcohol.”

She poured them each a glass and they drank in silence for a few minutes. It was a comfortable silence Ary realized, not an ounce of tension, well at least on her part. She peered at Grayson from behind her glass but his expression was inscrutable, nearly blank except for a slight wrinkle in his forehead.

She tilted her head back and watched the white fluffy clouds floating across the great blue. “Hey look at the old man,” she said suddenly, pointing up.

Grayson blinked and followed her finger.

“Oh nope, it’s a dog now with a big lolling tongue.”

He gave her a queer look and she tilted her head. “You don’t see it?”

He glanced back up and suddenly he did see it. He searched the other clouds, “Pirate ship,” he pointed.

“Oh yeah! I see that and a clown on stilts right over there.”

Grayson smiled and lay on his back, “A witch.” He pointed up and to the left.

“Got it…complete with wart!” Ary laughed.

They refilled their wineglasses and kept at it for the next twenty minutes.

“This is nice,” Grayson said in a quiet tone, “relaxing. Perfect.”

“Very relaxing,” she agreed, “do you know what would be even more relaxing?”

He turned his head and looked at her, raising a dark brow.

“Lay on your stomach.” She instructed pulling something from the bag.

He raised his other brow as he saw the bottle of lotion in her hand, and felt a stirring in his groin. He obeyed, dropping his towel, and once he was stretched out on the blanket she sat on his behind. She squeezed the creamy liquid into her hands and rubbed them together to warm it up then spread it across his back in a great sweeping motion. She repeated it several times before she began to knead his muscles, starting at his lower spine and working her way up, into his neck, his shoulders and down his arms. She scooted backward and did his muscled rear then turned around and started on his legs. When she got to his feet she took her time, digging in deep. He murmured every now and then, letting her know how good it felt.

“Okay, turn over,” she instructed.

He obeyed and she sat on his legs right below his rock hard penis, ignoring it for the moment and stretching to rub his chest.

He was watching her with a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Close your eyes,” she told him. When they were shut she spoke quietly. “I want you to think of the most beautiful and peaceful place you’ve ever been and put yourself there.” She waited a few moments, still rubbing and kneading before whispering, “You got it?”
He nodded.

She continued to rub. “Okay, now try to remember everything about it. Concentrate on the details. The sights, the smells,” she smoothed the lotion over his stomach, “the way you felt.” She turned around and started on his thighs, “Are you there?” She asked softly.

His throat tightened. “Yes,” he managed.

“Now float there for a minute,” she instructed, “let everything else drift away, there’s nothing but you in that moment.” She made her way to his feet again and worked on them for a while, listening to the sound of his steady breathing.

“Are you sleeping?” She whispered.

His eyes opened slightly and he shook his head.

“Okay, keep your eyes closed.”

She put more lotion on her hands and ran them up his thighs lightly massaging the top of his legs and then the insides. She slid her hands to his groin and massaged, liking the feel of his coarse hair, then moved to his tender sac and caressed it gently. She watched in fascination as his penis began to lengthen further, then took hold of it at its base and worked her way up and down the silky skin, kneading and squeezing. She bent forward and began a new massage using her lips and tongue until he was breathing shallowly.

She looked up at him and found him watching her. She shook her head slightly, “No. Eyes closed.”

He obeyed and she swirled her tongue around him, sucking him deep into her mouth, taking as much in as she could before he choked her. She felt him go rigid and pulled back, massaging his lower stomach and legs. “Relax,” she told him.

His hands came unclenched and she pulled her own bottoms down and off, climbing astride him and sinking down with a long sigh.

“Ahh,” he murmured, “yeah.”

His eyes were still closed as she started a slow rhythm, sliding up and down and moving back and forth while she continued to massage his chest and abdomen, then putting her hands behind her and rubbing his legs, all while she continued to softly ride him. She cupped his balls, gently rubbing and felt him lengthen and thicken inside her.

“That’s it,” she said softly, “come for me. This is all about you, I want you to come.”

He made a noise and began to pulse. It felt so good she went over the edge with him crying out softly as he filled her. She continued her slow circles until he began to soften, then leaned forward and kissed his hard stomach.

His eyes were still closed when she stretched out next to him on her tummy. “How do you feel?” She asked softly running her fingers down his arm.

“Amazing. Truly amazing.”

She smiled and leaned her head against his arm. He pulled it up and wrapped it around her tickling her elbow with his thumb.

“I’m going to sleep now,” he told her groggily.

“Mhmm.” She closed her eyes and nuzzled against his side, drifting off with him.

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