Helping Her Write a Scene for Her New Book

They’d invited me,
To spend a skiing holiday,
With them,
At their mountain place.
 
Said,
I would be,
Mostly on my own,
As he had to work;
And,
Most days,
She was busy,
Writing her new book,
On her computer,
At the desk,
In the corner,
Of their bedroom.
 
Skied all morning —
Fresh powder —
Returned to their place,
To have lunch.
 
As I walked in,
I heard her call from her computer,
“Come help me,
Work through,
A scene I’m having,
A problem with.
It’s not playing out,
The way I want it to.”
 
Their bedroom door,
Was open,
Maybe,
An inch —
I pushed it,
Wide open.
 
She was seated,
At her computer,
Dressed in --
Sweat shirt,
Sweat pants,
No shoes,
Hair pulled back,
In a knot.
 
I ask,
"Were you,
Talking to me?"
 
She,
Looked up,
From her computer,
Saw me standing there,
Said,
"No,
Meant for my husband;
Lost track of time,
Forgot,
He left for work."
 
Paused,
Then added,
"If you're interested,
You could,
Help."
 
I answered,
Simply,
"Sure,
If I can."
 
She looked at me,
Sort of,
Nodded to herself,
Stood --
Crossed a couple of steps,
Toward the bed,
Pulling her sweat shirt,
Over her head,
Stepping out of her sweat pants --
They were ALL,
She had,
Had on.
 
As she sat down,
On the edge of the bed,
She said,
"Strip.
To help me with this,
You need to be stripped."
 
Within,
Seconds,
I was.
 
She looked at me,
Up,
And,
Down --
(That same quick nod),
Said,
"I'm having a problem,
With how this scene,
Plays out.
I'll be her,
You will be,
Her boyfriend.
We'll try some things,
Until I have the feel of,
How it should go.
OK?"
 
I nodded.
 
She slid back on the bed,
Laid back,
Lifted her legs up,
Until she could,
Hook her knees,
With her elbows.
 
She looked me straight in the eyes,
Said,
"Should my arms,
Be inside my legs,
And around them,
Or on the outside?
I mean,
Which would work best,
For you,
To fuck me?"
 
I stammered;
Sort of,
Choked,
Cleared my throat;
"Try both,
We'll see which,
Works best."
 
She tried wrapping,
Her arms around her legs,
From the outside --
It pushed her legs together;
She said,
"Try it now,
Can you get it in me;
Can you drive your cock,
Into my cunt,
And,
Really fuck me?"
 
I laid against her legs,
Forced them toward her chest,
And,
Pushed my cock,
Into her barely damp cunt;
I rocked,
Bounced against her legs,
Several times --
Thrusting my cock,
Into her cunt --
As deeply,
As forcefully as I could --
More deeply,
More easily,
As her cunt moistened.
 
She said,
"Stop."
 
And,
"Lets try it the other way,
See which works best."
 
I pulled out of her,
Kneeling on the bed,
Facing her,
Now moist,
Dripping wet cunt,
As she wrapped her arms,
Around her legs from the inside.
 
The result was her,
Being very widely,
Spread,
Open,
In front of me.
 
She said,
"Ok,
Now,
Try it."
 
I leaned forward,
Slid my cock,
Into her cunt,
Deeply into her cunt --
Until my pelvis ground,
Against hers,
With my chest,
Laying fully on top of her breasts,
And,
My mouth nearly,
Touching hers.
 
I said,
"Much easier,
To kiss you this way."
 
And did so --
While thrusting my cock,
Repeatedly,
In-and-out,
Of her cunt.
 
She removed her mouth from mine,
Saying,
"This seems to be,
Definitely better,
Than the other way.
What do you think?"
 
I was panting,
Gasping,,
While still thrusting,
My cock,
In-and-out,
Of her cunt,
But did manage,
To get out a few,
Coherent words,
"Yes,
Definitely better;
Why don't you try,
Wrapping your legs,
Around my hips,
And your arms,
Around my back."
 
Which she did,
While saying,
"Yes,
This should work,
Exactly,
The way,
It needs to,
For the scene,
I'm writing."
 
At about that same moment,
I ground my pelvis,
Tightly against hers,
As I started to cum --
Ejecaculating,
Deeply within,
Her cunt.
 
She waited,
For me to finish,
Kissed me,
Said,
"Thank you,
For your help,
With this.
I really appreciate it."
 
And,
"Can you let me up now,
So I can write this,
Before I lose,
My train of thoughts about,
How this played out?"