The stable was dark and quiet. The bitterly cold, utterly black night closed in around the little building, hiding everything outside.
Inside, a small lamp was sat on a hay bale, burning as bright as it could. Even so, the light couldn't defeat the darkness, only cast a dim orange glow onto a small section of the room and cast large, grotesque shadows across each wall.
The two figures didn't care. They didn't care about the darkness, as they were so used to one another's touch. They didn't care about the cold, as they could keep each other warm with their own bodies. They didn't care about the shadows, as they could only see one another. They didn't care that the straw was uncomfortable. Instead, they took pleasure in one another.
He lay back with his hands on her hips as she straddled him. Her thighs were soft against his stomach, and he moaned.
"Pull your dress up."
"I want to see..."
She rolled her eyes, but giggled and did as he had asked. Grabbing her dress, she pulled it up with one hand even as her other hand dropped down to grab the base of his cock. He watched, fascinated and excited to see his cock spreading her labia once again.
In the cowgirl position, she was completely in control, and she used that to her advantage. Controlling the speed of his penetration, she teased him with her own body, slowly lowering herself onto him only to pull back slightly and expose his warm shaft to the cold air in the stable.
"Oh, god, please..." he'd moan, desperate and needful of her pussy.
"Not yet, silly" she said, every time, her fingers raking on his chest as she teased him.
Eventually, though, even she couldn't resist. Her pussy was leaking all over him, dripping down her thighs, down his shaft, over her lips, and onto his jeans. She took a little breath of air, and let herself glide down until her hips were nestled against his. They both gasped, and she moaned, and then, she started to ride him.
It was ecstasy - she couldn't believe how big he felt. After only a few days apart, he seemed to have grown inches, and swollen to fill her soaking mound completely. He could barely believe how tight she was, so tight and so wet. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and rode him faster, with his hands gripping the hard jut of her pelvis and helping to ram her up and down his shaft ever faster.
The sound of her slick pussy on his meat filled the room, the only sound either could hear in the still air. His hands worked on her dress, pulling at it until it crumpled down her body onto his stomach. Then, reaching up, he popped one of her breasts from her bra, and sucked her nipple. She moaned louder, rolling her hips as she tried to keep pace without disturbing him, but he started to help by thrusting into her from below.
From outside, their shadows looked huge on the wall, huge black shapes against the pale oranges, enjoined at the waist, writhing in lust as they made sweet love. The shadows danced, sometimes coming together for tender kisses, and other times pulling away as she moaned loudly, arching her back and letting her full breasts hand loose.
Over and over they fucked, changing position almost without stopping the thrusts, the stable giving them their own private hideaway. Somewhere they could make love without being seen.
It was late before they sneaked back into the house where their parents slept. A final kiss at the top of the stairs, and then they went to different rooms, to sleep, and dream of one another's caress.