You can find Date with Seattle Guy (Part 1) here.
We didn't talk much as we drove. I asked a few stupid questions like, "Gee, the streets sure are complicated here. Is it hard to get around?" Yeah, I know. I would have been better off saying nothing, huh?
Anyway, every now and then he would reach over and pinch one of my nipples or I'd reach over and stroke his cock a bit. It was just teasing, of course, but it's still unsafe to drive doing that stuff. It has to be more hazardous than texting and driving.
But I digress....again....
He took me to a small neighborhood park on a hill. There was a small opening to the street and the rest of the park was hidden behind bushes and trees. We went into the park and he took my hand as we walked on a meandering path through a small forested area. It was very dark so I was really glad he had my hand. The path wasn't very long at all. Soon, the trees cleared and the path released us into a clearing with some sculptures and a long stone bench or short wall. But that's not what grabbed my attention. I looked up and saw a panoramic view of the city lights spread out below us. Wow. Just wow.
I turned toward him and he slipped his arms around me, pulling me to him, and he kissed me. It was that sweet, gentle kiss again, like the one in front of the club. But then he reached up, grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and pulled. I moaned.
I was confused. He kept me off balance, moving from sweet and romantic (the kiss at the club, taking my hand on the path, bringing me to this perfect location) to dominant and rough (the activity in the car, the hair pulling and, I was sure, whatever was coming next).
He reached under my blouse and slid his hand under my bra. Then he stopped. He said, "Do you have something in your bra?" Oh shit. I had $5 and a lipstick tucked into my bra. How embarrassing! He gently pulled them out and said, "I'm just going to put these in my pocket for now, ok?" I thanked him and then we went back to what we were doing.
He told me to get on my knees and suck his cock. By the time I was on my knees, his cock was already out and ready for me. I took him into my mouth gently at first, but soon I was sucking him hungrily, almost greedily. His hand was on my head, and every now and then he'd grab my hair and pull me back, taking his cock out of my mouth. I'd whimper and strain with my mouth open, trying to reach it, Then he'd release me and drive it deep into my throat forcefully. After doing that a few times, he pulled me off him and asked, "What do you want?"
I answered simply, "I want your cock."
"You really want my cock?" he asked as he tightened his grip on my hair, tilting my head back, making me look up at him.
"Yes. Please," I answered.
"Where do you want it?"
Whoa! A choice?! It hadn't occurred to me that I'd get a choice. I just assumed that he was going to cum in my mouth. Well, then, since I was dripping wet and I had a choice.....
"I want you to fuck me," I said.
"You want it in your pussy?" he asked.
"Yes," I said, and I tried to nod my head, but ouch. He still had me firmly by the hair.
Suddenly, he released me and said, "Ok, get up." Then he offered a hand to help me. There's that contradiction again. Such a gentleman, yet dominant. A dominant gentleman.
I got up and turned toward that stone wall/bench. I quickly pulled down my pants and panties and bent over the bench. The cold night air shocked me bit, but only for a moment because I had barely bent over when his cock was sliding in me. I squealed and grabbed onto the bench. I wasn't prepared for an ass fucking, and didn't he say pussy? Oh well, I'd just brace myself. But then he pulled out and slammed into my pussy.
I moaned. I knew he would feel good inside me, but this was...wow...very good. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard. I held onto the bench and looked up to see the unbelievably gorgeous view in front of me. Then I had a very strange thought. I thought, Wow, I'm getting a fantastic fuck from a virtual stranger, and I'm sightseeing at the same time. Hey, I can't help where my brain goes. It often takes off without my consent. ADD, remember?
After he came, he stood me up and turned me to face him. I pulled up my pants quickly. Then he kissed me again. There it was again - that kiss. Gentle, but with much more passion this time. When he pulled back from the kiss, I looked into his eyes again. Even though it was dark, that part of the park was illuminated by the lights of the city. His eyes were sparkling. That's when I melted. That moment.
He leaned forward against me, pushing me back against the bench and sliding his hand down my pants to play with my clit again. Oh, I was very, very ready to cum again. I pulled up my blouse and bra, exposing my breasts and pinching my nipples. He said, "Did I say you could you pay with your tits?"
I immediately pulled my hands away from my breasts as I replied, "No, Sir. I'm sorry."
"That's right," he said. "You can play with them this time, but next time you don't do anything unless I tell you to do it. Understood?"
I nodded. I was gasping and moaning, rocking my hips against his hand. He smiled briefly again. He knew what I wanted. I was sure that he knew and he was just waiting for me to ask. So I did.
"Can I cum, please?"
"What if I say 'no,'" he replied playfully with a slight, crooked smile on his face.
How far are we taking this game? I wondered. Is he really going to deny me an orgasm? Really?
Before I could answer, he said, "Ok, you can cum." It's a good thing he said ok because it had already started rolling through me. There was no stopping it at that point. As I came, he pulled me close to him and kissed me deeply. I started screaming into his mouth, but then I quickly turned my head away from the kiss. Moaning into his mouth as I came made me think of JJ. I don't know if I stopped doing that out of guilt, respect or what. And respect for whom? JJ? or Seattle Guy? But as soon as I started kissing and sucking on his neck, still cuming hard, I was back in the present moment with this amazing man.
After I came, we chatted some more. I really enjoyed his company. Being with him was comfortable - like wearing a favorite pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Very Seattle, huh?
We went from chatting to kissing and back. Before I knew it, he was hard again. I smiled.
"That's one of the advantages of youth," I said.
He turned me around and bent me over the bench again. His cock slid into my ass again (I was mentally prepared this time).
He started to pull back, saying, "I'm sorry...."
But I responded quickly, "That's ok. You can fuck my ass."
He started slowly, but soon he was thrusting inside me as deeply as he could, and harder and harder. I relaxed into it, pushing back against him, enjoying every thrust, wishing the evening could last longer.
After he finished with me that time, we checked the time. It was after 1:00 a.m. I had to get back to the hotel. I knew Hubby would be waiting up, and he would not be very happy that I had stayed out so late.
We went back to the car and started the trek to my hotel. As we were driving, Seattle guy said, I want you cum again for me."
I said, "Now????"
"Yes. Now," he answered.
I looked around and the other cars. There were cars everywhere. Only in a place like this would half the city be out at 1:00 a.m. I took a deep breath and reached a hand unto my pants and spread my legs open a bit, and I started touching myself. Then I pulled out one of my breasts so I could pinch the nipple while I played. That would make me cum faster, and I wanted this to be as fast as possible. Jeez, my pussy was wet.
I turned and looked at him as he was driving, still playing with myself, feeling like I really wanted to please him. If this is what he wanted, ok. Every now and then, I'd look over out my window at the other cars passing by, hoping against hope that no one would notice. I wondered if he was hoping that someone would notice.
Soon I was shaking, needing to cum. I asked his permission, he granted it and I let go. I closed my eyes and put my head back against the headrest, not caring at that moment if the whole city of Seattle knew what was going on.
When I came down, I looked over and saw him smiling at me. I blushed. Yes, blushed.
He parked across the street from my hotel and we talked for awhile before he gave me one more deep kiss and I got out of the car.
I walked into the hotel a little sad that we were leaving Seattle the next day. I wondered if I would ever see him again. I wondered if I'd ever hear from him again.
Yes, I've heard from him. And I know he's reading this. He was a PWK reader before we met. In fact, that's how we met.
So, Seattle Guy, you're amazing. Thank you for the very unique view of your city you gave me. Oh yeah, thanks for the other things you gave me, too. ;-)