Make Me Smile

The next morning, I stirred in the bed and stretched. Vaughn was behind me, his arm draped over my waist. I felt lazy and didn’t want to get up yet. I just sighed happily and relaxed into the bed. We were both sleeping in the nude., because it just seemed such a waste of time to get dressed.

Vaughn surprised me by raising his hand and letting it fall back down on my ass with a sharp swat. I yelped, then I sighed. “Ooh, do it again.” I heard him chuckle deeply, and he repeated the action, then stayed still. “Do it again,” I urged, and he continued. He paused after a few, waiting to see if I wanted more, and of course I kept begging for it, moaning each time.

I felt his hardness pressing into my thigh, and I could tell it was arousing to him. He suddenly stopped, pulling me onto my back by my hip as he moved over me. His hand went between my legs. “Mmm, you really liked that, didn’t you? You’re so wet,” he growled. I murmured a yes, and he thrust himself inside of me, giving a low groan as he did so.

I locked my legs around his waist, pulling him in close and grinding myself against him. I tilted my hips up at him, savoring the slippery friction, and I moaned deeply as I built up. Vaughn thrust more furiously against me, and I clawed at his back as I climaxed. He groaned as he released as well.

We rolled apart, and he turned his head to smirk at me. “Damn, you’re a little firecracker. First you beg me to spank you, then you tear the shit out of my back with your nails!”

I blushed. “Did I hurt you?” He rolled away slightly, letting me see his shoulder. I yelped out when I saw the deep red scratches there. One thin line was actually seeping a little blood. “Oh, no! I actually did that? It looks like you were mauled by a wild dog!” He rolled back to me, giving a little half smile.

“It doesn’t really hurt.”

Still, I pouted, feeling bad that I injured him in the heat of the moment. “I’m sorry! I’ll try to be more careful from now on,” I promised, still feeling a little embarrassed.

A few hours later, taken turns going down on each other in the shower, eaten breakfast, came back upstairs and had sex again, taken a short nap, and had sex yet again, we lay panting and sweating on the bed.

“I think I’m done,” I wheezed. “I can’t take anymore.”

Vaughn sighed. “Yeah, we better take a rest from this. I don’t want to tear you up. ‘Cause you already tore me up,” he smirked, turning his injured shoulder towards me.

“I told you I was sorry!” I pouted, and he kissed me.

“It’s okay, honey. Well, let’s get some clothes on and head out to see what there is to do in this town.”

Not much, it turned out. We went to Yodel Ranch to see the animals they were raising, mostly for Vaughn. He talked earnestly with an old man who was leading a sheep with a rope, about the finer points of animal raising, apparently. I yawned a little, shifting back and forth on my feet. I winced when my sore thighs rubbed together. Yeah, we definitely had to find other things to do. At least for today.

“Sorry, honey, are you bored?” Vaughn asked me, and I quickly stifled the yawn.

“N-no!” I fibbed.

He smirked down at me, playing with the brim of his hat. “Oh, I’m sorry…you must be tired from riding me all day.”

“Vaughn!” I hissed at him. “Hush!” Luckily, the old man seemed to be somewhat deaf, because just kept rambling on about sheep. Vaughn smirked again, and I blushed, crossing my arms.

Later, we went to the hot springs. Vaughn sniffed disapprovingly. “They smell weird.”

“It’s because they’re full of minerals, I guess,” I argued, as I removed my clothing. We were in the small cedar room before the hot springs that was for changing. Vaughn gaped as I undressed fully. “What? Come on, you’ve seen it before.”

“Yeah, but it’s just…are you going to get in totally naked?”

I stared at him. “Well, yeah. That’s what you’re supposed to do, right? It’s like a big bathtub.”

“Well, this big bathtub is out in public! I’m not getting in there naked!” he retorted.

I sighed. “Well, we don’t have bathing suits. So I guess we don’t get in.”

He shrugged. “We could wear our underwear in.”

I mused this. “Well, I guess so.” I put my panties and bra back on as he stripped to his boxers. We got into the hot springs, easing back into a comfortable position, with him holding me against his chest.

“It’s so relaxing…” I murmured. We laid there for a while, then I turned my head in curiosity as the door to the cedar room opened. My face froze in shock as the old man from before walked out. Totally naked.

Vaughn seemed to think it was hilarious, and he whispered in my ear, “I guess you are supposed to get in naked!”

The old man clambered into the warm water, giving us a partially toothless grin as he did so. He swung one leg up to get in, and I saw more than I ever wanted to see. I turned my face away, whimpering slightly. The only man I had ever really seen naked was Vaughn, and there was a BIG difference between their bodies. Vaughn was lean and delicious and perfect, and this old man was hunched and covered in wrinkles everywhere. EVERYWHERE.

“Let’s get out,” I whispered.

Vaughn chuckled, and pulled me towards the exit. “My wife is getting overwhelmed by the heat in here. Better take her out before she faints,” he said to the old man, who just nodded.

We hustled into the changing room. I shivered hard, partially from the change in temperature, and partially from the horrible memory of what I had just seen. Vaughn was still chuckling and smirking at my reaction, and I scowled at him. “Quit laughing,” I wailed, and he pulled me in, kissing me lightly on the lips.

“You’re just so innocent. I love it,” he grunted, and kissed me again.

We pulled apart, and I realized something. “Um…we have to take off our wet underwear so that we can wear our dry clothes. Or should we put them on over the wet underwear? That doesn’t seem like a good idea either.”

He shrugged. “I guess we just have to go without underwear until we get back No big deal.” He learned as we walked back to the inn that it was a big deal. While I was fine in my loose fitting cotton sundress, he was going commando under a pair of tight, rough black jeans. I had never seen such misery and pain on his face as there was during that long walk back. I carried our wet undergarments and struggled not to laugh at his hobbling to get him back for laughing at me earlier.

“Ugh,” he groaned as we made it back into the room. He peeled off his jeans quickly, grimacing as he did so.

“Oh! Poor thing!” I exclaimed when I saw the result all the chafing. His already overworked manhood was looking very painful. I rushed forward to comfort him.

“Don’t touch it!” he cried, and I couldn’t help breaking down into laughter then. I fell back on the bed and rolled around, laughing so hard that tears came to my eyes. “Don’t laugh!” he growled. “This isn’t funny.” He smirked at me. “You like it, don’t you? Well, if it’s hurt, you can’t have any.”

I stopped laughing suddenly. “Okay, it’s not funny anymore.” That made him start chuckling, and we both agreed to avoid the hot springs for the rest of the trip.