I saw him for the first time at the wedding reception. It was my cousin's wedding. G was watching the belly dancer who was providing entertainment. No, it is not my family's custom to have a belly dancer at our weddings, and I can assure you that my grandmother was mortified. I was intrigued by it all. After her "performance," various men jumped up to dance with her and tuck money in her panties.
G took a big gulp of champagne directly out of the bottle and stepped up to dance. He was very tall (6'6") and lanky and, to be honest, he was not a good dancer, but no one cared. As another man stepped up to dance, G tucked a $20 bill in her panties and stepped back. His friends were laughing and patting him on the back, as if his ugly dance and monetary contribution was some sort of rite of manhood. I just didn't get it. But I kept looking at him.
As I said, he was tall. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and a very long face with a squared jaw that made his face look kind of like a rectangle. I wouldn't say he handsome, but he wasn't unattractive, either.
He noticed me staring at him and he walked over. I was terrified. He was 22. I was 16. Being noticed by a real man was exciting! He introduced himself but I already knew who he was and he already knew who I was. We found a couple of empty chairs and sat down to chat. We made small talk while my mother watched me closely from across the room. I was annoyed that she was watching me like a hawk, as if she was doing her motherly duty. In an hour she'd be drunk off her ass and completely unconcerned about me and my brothers. I was sure the motherly act she was putting on now was just for the benefit of my grandmother.
G could tell I was uncomfortable, so he asked if I wanted to go for a walk. Hell yes I wanted to get out of there. He took my hand and we went outside.
The reception was held in a hall in a rural area by the coast. It was cool outside, almost cold. G took off his coat and put it around my shoulders. I was so impressed and I felt so grownup.We walked a while until we came to a little shed with a grassy area behind it, hidden from the reception hall and the road. That's when he kissed me. He was so tall and I was so short that he bent way down and I still had to stand up on my tippy toes to kiss him. I still remember that kiss 32 years later. It was magical.
The next thing I knew he was kneeling and tugging on me, trying to get me to lay down in the grass. He never stopped kissing me. I just let him lead me. I felt him sliding his hands up my dress and under my bra. I remember I had to remind myself to breathe because I realized I was holding my breath. Then he slid his hand down under my panty hose (yes, those were the days when you wore hose with a dress always) and gently pushed a finger inside me. I gasped and looked at him. He stopped for a moment and asked if I was o.k., if I wanted him to stop All I said was, "Don't stop." He smiled and kissed me again.
When he started fingering my clit, I finally realized where this was going to go. I looked around nervously. I was definitely not a virgin, but I had never had sex out in the open like this, in broad daylight. What would happen in someone else come out for a walk? While I was running through the scenarios of what I would do if we got caught, G was removing my shoes and hose and pulling my dress up above my waist.
I watched him as he stared at my pussy while he unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants. His cock literally bounced out as he pulled his pants down to his knees. I laughed. I hadn't yet learned never to laugh at a man's cock for any reason. He looked at me strangely for a moment. I think he was trying to decide if he was offended or not, but he didn't think long because he drove his cock into me quickly.
I gasped and grabbed onto him, my arms wrapped around his chest. He fucked me slowly - long, deep strokes. His was the biggest cock I had experienced up that point and I was unprepared for how different it would feel. Each thrust shook me and I just held on. At that age, I was completely unaware of how to actively participate, but I assumed I was doing just fine because every now and then he would groan something like, "Damn, you are so tight," and "Yeah, Baby, juts like that," which I thought was strange because I didn't think I was doing anything. I now know that if you're a cute young gal, you really don't have to do anything. Just being cute, young and tight is usually enough.
Pretty soon, it was over. I didn't cum, but I didn't expect to. I was way too nervous. He seemed disappointed, though. As I pulled my hose back on, he asked if he could see me later. My family would be in town for a few days. We were staying in a hotel with two adjoining rooms and it turned out that for one night -that night- I'd have one of those rooms all to .myself, so I told him the hotel and room number and we arranged for him come by at midnight. Everyone else should be asleep by then.
He kissed me again, then he took my hand and we walked back to the reception. My mom was standing in front of me asking me where we went within 15 seconds of us walking through the door. I told her we went for a walk. She didn't say a word as she picked some grass out of my hair. G dropped my hand and walked away quickly.
I don't remember much about the rest of the reception. G left early without saying anything to me. But I couldn't get him off my mind. I hoped he would show up at the hotel that night. I didn't know why I was so nervous earlier, except for the fact that we were outside, but I fully expected to enjoy myself a bit more if I could get him in a nice comfortable bed. I imagined how I'd ride him then and what it would feel like to cum with that great big cock inside me.
The hours didn't tick by fast enough, but soon it was almost midnight. I was wearing my white cotton nightgown with little pink ribbons. I was a bit embarrassed about that, but I didn't have much else to wear excepts jeans and dresses.
Then, a few minutes after midnight, there was a gentle knock on the door......
Showing posts with label outdoor sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label outdoor sex. Show all posts
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Outdoor Sex - July Sex Blog Chain
The topic for the Sex Blog Chain this month is Outdoor Sex (or Summer Sex). We have some really nice entries for you from our blogger friends.
There are eight sexy stories of hot outdoor sex here. Read them all. Comment about them. I guarantee that you'll be hard (or wet, for our lady friends) before you're finished reading them all.
Please share the Chain with your friends and be sure to follow these fantastic bloggers if you don't already.
Enjoy!
Camp Fire Chat - Our first post this month is from Same Sassy Girl. This chat conversation between her and Phil starts out with tame talk about camp and then it heats up quickly. Who's up for camping?
Sex and Mountain Biking; A Great Mix - Ponyboy shares the little secret he and his wife have about the time they fucked in the woods while on a bike ride. Apparently, Ponyboy likes outdoor sex a lot... especially with sluts who like to fuck in the woods. Well, at least with one special one, anyway.
Outdoors with Shannon (a.k.a. It's Good to Touch the Green Green Grass of Home) - Ryan Beaumont tells a great story about outdoor sex with Shannon early in their marriage. Warning: The sex in this post is very, very hot.
At the Campsite - Max tells a wonderful story of being surprised at his campsite by a neighboring camper. It's beautifully written and it includes nipple play. What more could you want? Seriously, this is writing worth reading.
The County Road - One of the benefits of living in the country is that a place for a good outdoor fuck is never far away. This post tells the story of my outdoor sex with my beloved JJ last year on a not-so-quiet country road. Date with Seattle Guy (Part 2) is also about outdoor sex. A beautiful Seattle summer night, a deserted park, romantic city lights, and a fine specimen of Seattle manhood..... yum!
Outdoors - Fantasy or Memory? - This is Advizor54's contribution to the Chain. He wrote his own summary so I'll just spend this time kicking back as you read. "We were hiking in the Angeles Crest national park in the early morning. Few hikers were on the trail and we held hands and laughed, keeping our voices down to honor the silent morning. It was an anniversary trip and the kids were home with my mother. As I held his hand and walked up the trail, the plan formed in my head. As the sun came up and the temperature increased I saw my opportunity. A large flat rock facing the sun just off the trail behind some trees. I couldn’t imagine I was the first one to think of it."
Consumed in Silence - W, author of Internal Pathways to Contention, joins us this month with an account of a nice motorcycle ride to a secluded spot and ....... I'll just say that this story is very, very hot, and it wins the "Made Kat Purr" award for the month. And the photos are scrumptious, too.
You may have noticed that I didn't include blogger bios this time. I think I'll put them all together and create a page just for them. That will keep our monthly Chain post focused on sex, as it should be.
Don't forget to spread the word about our Chain to others. If you want to be included in my reminder emails each month, just send me an email and let me know. And please don't forget to support these bloggers who have shared their writing with you - follow them, subscribe to their blogs, and tell your friends.
Finally, the topic for our August Chain post is Kinky Sex. If you're interested in contributing, you can get all the information you need here. Whether or not you are planning to contribute, I think you should all go out and have some very kinky sex - just because. I definitely plan on doing the same. ;-)
There are eight sexy stories of hot outdoor sex here. Read them all. Comment about them. I guarantee that you'll be hard (or wet, for our lady friends) before you're finished reading them all.
Please share the Chain with your friends and be sure to follow these fantastic bloggers if you don't already.
Enjoy!
Camp Fire Chat - Our first post this month is from Same Sassy Girl. This chat conversation between her and Phil starts out with tame talk about camp and then it heats up quickly. Who's up for camping?
Sex and Mountain Biking; A Great Mix - Ponyboy shares the little secret he and his wife have about the time they fucked in the woods while on a bike ride. Apparently, Ponyboy likes outdoor sex a lot... especially with sluts who like to fuck in the woods. Well, at least with one special one, anyway.
Outdoors with Shannon (a.k.a. It's Good to Touch the Green Green Grass of Home) - Ryan Beaumont tells a great story about outdoor sex with Shannon early in their marriage. Warning: The sex in this post is very, very hot.
At the Campsite - Max tells a wonderful story of being surprised at his campsite by a neighboring camper. It's beautifully written and it includes nipple play. What more could you want? Seriously, this is writing worth reading.
The County Road - One of the benefits of living in the country is that a place for a good outdoor fuck is never far away. This post tells the story of my outdoor sex with my beloved JJ last year on a not-so-quiet country road. Date with Seattle Guy (Part 2) is also about outdoor sex. A beautiful Seattle summer night, a deserted park, romantic city lights, and a fine specimen of Seattle manhood..... yum!
Outdoors - Fantasy or Memory? - This is Advizor54's contribution to the Chain. He wrote his own summary so I'll just spend this time kicking back as you read. "We were hiking in the Angeles Crest national park in the early morning. Few hikers were on the trail and we held hands and laughed, keeping our voices down to honor the silent morning. It was an anniversary trip and the kids were home with my mother. As I held his hand and walked up the trail, the plan formed in my head. As the sun came up and the temperature increased I saw my opportunity. A large flat rock facing the sun just off the trail behind some trees. I couldn’t imagine I was the first one to think of it."
Consumed in Silence - W, author of Internal Pathways to Contention, joins us this month with an account of a nice motorcycle ride to a secluded spot and ....... I'll just say that this story is very, very hot, and it wins the "Made Kat Purr" award for the month. And the photos are scrumptious, too.
You may have noticed that I didn't include blogger bios this time. I think I'll put them all together and create a page just for them. That will keep our monthly Chain post focused on sex, as it should be.
Don't forget to spread the word about our Chain to others. If you want to be included in my reminder emails each month, just send me an email and let me know. And please don't forget to support these bloggers who have shared their writing with you - follow them, subscribe to their blogs, and tell your friends.
Finally, the topic for our August Chain post is Kinky Sex. If you're interested in contributing, you can get all the information you need here. Whether or not you are planning to contribute, I think you should all go out and have some very kinky sex - just because. I definitely plan on doing the same. ;-)
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Date with Seattle Guy (Part 2)
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. ;-)
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. ;-)
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
The Country Road
Dinner with Cara and Beth was fun, as always. JJ joined us later in the evening and chatted for a while before Cara and Beth left. Then he met me in the parking lot.
Not wrapping my arms around him was difficult. Meeting in public places sucks. He's too good at acting indifferent like I'm just another casual acquaintance, like I'm not the woman who makes him moan with pleasure and who shudders with ecstasy repeatedly as he fucks her hard. Sometimes he's so good at pretending that I feel a little uneasy.
Of course he's good at pretending nothing's going on, I reminded myself. We wouldn't have lasted 9 months if he wasn't good at lying, particularly at home.
"Where would you like to go?" I asked him.
We both knew we only had about 45 minutes until I had to go. My husband had been monitoring me very closely and the fact that I was allowed to go out at night without a chaperone was a miracle in itself. I couldn't push my luck too far.
"Well, if it was up to me...." he said, his voice trailing off like he didn't want to finish.
"What? Where would you go if it were up to you?"
He smiled. "Well, I would find a nice dark spot and..." He reached out a hand and squeezed my hand briefly before dropping it and looking around nervously. We were definitely not in a deserted, dark place right now. We were in a busy, well-lit parking lot.
I smiled back. "Let's do that then."
Fortunately for us, unlike you city dwellers, within ten minutes we could be hidden on a dark country road in the middle of a large patchwork of fields. There are no street lights out there. The only lights are those from passing cars, and if we picked the right road, there would be few, if any, passing cars.
We got in our cars and JJ followed me out of town. We live in opposite directions, but since I was the one with the curfew, I drove toward my house. Every minute closer to my house was a minute more we'd have together.
But I didn't want to waste too much of our time driving either, so I picked a road that wasn't too far away. We passed an RV park (who vacations in an RV park in the middle of nowhere like this?), then we turned a corner. No houses nearby. No lights.
I pulled over, careful to avoid the irrigation ditch while making sure I was completely off the road. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw JJ pulling over behind me. I really hope he sees that ditch, too, I thought.
I turned off the engine and got out of my car. I turned and took a step toward JJ's car, but he was already by my side, reaching out, pulling me closer to him. Before his lips reached mine, he whispered, "I've missed you."
We both sighed into that first kiss. It really had been too long since I was with him last, even though it had only been a week or two. We kissed a long time - one of those "time stands still" kisses.
I could have been happy just standing there in the dark kissing him for the 30 minutes left before I had to go home. But then I felt his hand slipping into my pants and sliding between my legs. I leaned against my car as his fingers found what they were reaching for. My breathing quickened as he played with my clit.
Geez, I thought. He knows exactly how to touch me ....
Soon, I couldn't think. I held onto him tightly, digging my fingers into his leather jacket as I started to shake.
Then a car came around the corner toward us. Damn! He pulled out his hand and slipped his arm around me. We held each other like that while the car passed. Then another. Another.
Suddenly, our abandoned country road seemed like a busy highway. Didn't these people know our time was limited?
When the last car passed and we were in the dark again, his hand went right back to work. Within a minute he had me shuddering and moaning again. After the orgasm subsided, he slid his fingers deeply inside me and slowly started finger fucking me. Soon, I was pumping and writhing against his hand, needing to come again. He whispered in my ear, "That's it, Baby, fuck my fingers...."
I reached down and felt his cock through his pants - rock hard. His fingers were nice, but that's what I wanted.
We moved around to the passenger's side of my car. I opened the door, turned off the interior lights, sat down and pulled him close so he was standing right in front of me. I started unfastening his pants.
"You're on lookout duty, " I said.
"No problem, " he replied.
As soon as his cock was freed I took it into my mouth. He moaned and put a hand on the back of my head, guiding me to take him in deeper. I lapped up his pre-cum hungrily, then....
Another car. And another. Clearly, I picked the wrong road. Note to self: Don't park for a late night rendezvous so close to an RV park.
After the cars passed, I kissed him and started stroking him.
"I want to feel you inside me," I whispered, not quite sure why I was whispering out here.
"Anything you want," JJ said, grinning broadly.
I turned around, pulled my pants down to my ankles and bent over, leaning inside the car with my hands on the seat.
My mind was skipping from thought to thought as he positioned behind me. The car seat in the back. The kids at home. How I really should keep my car interior cleaner. The fact that if it were daytime now I would definitely not be in this position. My amazement at how much I love this man.
Then the thoughts stopped when he entered me, his hands on my hips pulling me back onto him as he pressed forward. He fucked me hard - exactly the way I like it - deep, forceful, fully controlling everything, almost indifferent to my begging for more, not changing a thing as I started to come, bucking back against him. He dug his fingers into my hips and groaned loudly as he came, still thrusting hard into me, slowing just a little as he enjoyed the sensations, making it last.
I moaned when he pulled out, reluctant to give him up. I reached down and pulled up my pants quickly.
Another car drive by. We walked carefully to his car in the dark, avoiding rocks and the irrigation ditch.
Once in his car, we kissed some more, and noted that we still had some time to talk. And talk we did...about our families, about work, about our his electronic toys, about my newest hobby, about our schedules for the next week and when we might be able to see each other again. Each new topic was punctuated by kisses, both of us torn between wanting to talk and wanting to keep our physical connection going until the last moment we had.
Eventually, I knew I had to go. We kissed a final time and I walked back to my car. He followed me for a while until he turned one way and I turned the other.
I sent him a text telling him how amazing he was. He sent me a text saying...well, saying something very loving and sweet.
Then I focused on getting home, thinking about the details of my alibi for the next time we'd meet. I opened the moonroof so I could see the sky and noticed the clear night sky and the stars I was looking at just 30 minutes ago as I was standing in the road, holding onto JJ and coming with abandon.
I smiled. I love the country.
And that man.
Not wrapping my arms around him was difficult. Meeting in public places sucks. He's too good at acting indifferent like I'm just another casual acquaintance, like I'm not the woman who makes him moan with pleasure and who shudders with ecstasy repeatedly as he fucks her hard. Sometimes he's so good at pretending that I feel a little uneasy.
Of course he's good at pretending nothing's going on, I reminded myself. We wouldn't have lasted 9 months if he wasn't good at lying, particularly at home.
"Where would you like to go?" I asked him.
We both knew we only had about 45 minutes until I had to go. My husband had been monitoring me very closely and the fact that I was allowed to go out at night without a chaperone was a miracle in itself. I couldn't push my luck too far.
"Well, if it was up to me...." he said, his voice trailing off like he didn't want to finish.
"What? Where would you go if it were up to you?"
He smiled. "Well, I would find a nice dark spot and..." He reached out a hand and squeezed my hand briefly before dropping it and looking around nervously. We were definitely not in a deserted, dark place right now. We were in a busy, well-lit parking lot.
I smiled back. "Let's do that then."
Fortunately for us, unlike you city dwellers, within ten minutes we could be hidden on a dark country road in the middle of a large patchwork of fields. There are no street lights out there. The only lights are those from passing cars, and if we picked the right road, there would be few, if any, passing cars.
We got in our cars and JJ followed me out of town. We live in opposite directions, but since I was the one with the curfew, I drove toward my house. Every minute closer to my house was a minute more we'd have together.
But I didn't want to waste too much of our time driving either, so I picked a road that wasn't too far away. We passed an RV park (who vacations in an RV park in the middle of nowhere like this?), then we turned a corner. No houses nearby. No lights.
I pulled over, careful to avoid the irrigation ditch while making sure I was completely off the road. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw JJ pulling over behind me. I really hope he sees that ditch, too, I thought.
I turned off the engine and got out of my car. I turned and took a step toward JJ's car, but he was already by my side, reaching out, pulling me closer to him. Before his lips reached mine, he whispered, "I've missed you."
We both sighed into that first kiss. It really had been too long since I was with him last, even though it had only been a week or two. We kissed a long time - one of those "time stands still" kisses.
I could have been happy just standing there in the dark kissing him for the 30 minutes left before I had to go home. But then I felt his hand slipping into my pants and sliding between my legs. I leaned against my car as his fingers found what they were reaching for. My breathing quickened as he played with my clit.
Geez, I thought. He knows exactly how to touch me ....
Soon, I couldn't think. I held onto him tightly, digging my fingers into his leather jacket as I started to shake.
Then a car came around the corner toward us. Damn! He pulled out his hand and slipped his arm around me. We held each other like that while the car passed. Then another. Another.
Suddenly, our abandoned country road seemed like a busy highway. Didn't these people know our time was limited?
When the last car passed and we were in the dark again, his hand went right back to work. Within a minute he had me shuddering and moaning again. After the orgasm subsided, he slid his fingers deeply inside me and slowly started finger fucking me. Soon, I was pumping and writhing against his hand, needing to come again. He whispered in my ear, "That's it, Baby, fuck my fingers...."
I reached down and felt his cock through his pants - rock hard. His fingers were nice, but that's what I wanted.
We moved around to the passenger's side of my car. I opened the door, turned off the interior lights, sat down and pulled him close so he was standing right in front of me. I started unfastening his pants.
"You're on lookout duty, " I said.
"No problem, " he replied.
As soon as his cock was freed I took it into my mouth. He moaned and put a hand on the back of my head, guiding me to take him in deeper. I lapped up his pre-cum hungrily, then....
Another car. And another. Clearly, I picked the wrong road. Note to self: Don't park for a late night rendezvous so close to an RV park.
After the cars passed, I kissed him and started stroking him.
"I want to feel you inside me," I whispered, not quite sure why I was whispering out here.
"Anything you want," JJ said, grinning broadly.
I turned around, pulled my pants down to my ankles and bent over, leaning inside the car with my hands on the seat.
My mind was skipping from thought to thought as he positioned behind me. The car seat in the back. The kids at home. How I really should keep my car interior cleaner. The fact that if it were daytime now I would definitely not be in this position. My amazement at how much I love this man.
Then the thoughts stopped when he entered me, his hands on my hips pulling me back onto him as he pressed forward. He fucked me hard - exactly the way I like it - deep, forceful, fully controlling everything, almost indifferent to my begging for more, not changing a thing as I started to come, bucking back against him. He dug his fingers into my hips and groaned loudly as he came, still thrusting hard into me, slowing just a little as he enjoyed the sensations, making it last.
I moaned when he pulled out, reluctant to give him up. I reached down and pulled up my pants quickly.
Another car drive by. We walked carefully to his car in the dark, avoiding rocks and the irrigation ditch.
Once in his car, we kissed some more, and noted that we still had some time to talk. And talk we did...about our families, about work, about our his electronic toys, about my newest hobby, about our schedules for the next week and when we might be able to see each other again. Each new topic was punctuated by kisses, both of us torn between wanting to talk and wanting to keep our physical connection going until the last moment we had.
Eventually, I knew I had to go. We kissed a final time and I walked back to my car. He followed me for a while until he turned one way and I turned the other.
I sent him a text telling him how amazing he was. He sent me a text saying...well, saying something very loving and sweet.
Then I focused on getting home, thinking about the details of my alibi for the next time we'd meet. I opened the moonroof so I could see the sky and noticed the clear night sky and the stars I was looking at just 30 minutes ago as I was standing in the road, holding onto JJ and coming with abandon.
I smiled. I love the country.
And that man.
Friday, December 2, 2011
The Sweetest Flower that Bloomed O'er the Range
What could be better than a Guest post for on Fantasy Friday? My sweet buddy Ryan Beaumont, author of The Ashley Madison Adventures of a Regular Guy Gone Bad, has written this great sexy post for us.
Enjoy!
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“Where the Walker runs down to the Carson Valley plain,
there lived a young maid, Darcy Farrow was her name....”
That song, Darcy Farrow penned by Steve Gillett in the 60’s and made famous by Ian and Silvia and later John Denver, had always haunted me. Perhaps it was the beautiful melody yet ultimate melancholy ending that pulled me in. Perhaps it was the image of a young Irish lass and herlover on the range in wild Nevada. Regardless, I had always had a yearning to go and visit those wild and romantic places from that song Yerrington, Virginia City, and Truckee.
Blogging had taken a place in my life. I had always enjoyed writing and often regretted not making a better attempt at making it a life’s work. But now, with my blog, I had my niche and that was enough. But what I didn’t realize was the friendships that would form. I came to know many bloggers, but one stood out. I joked with her that she was the “mother hen” or our little blogging clique. She was so savvy and smart but you could tell there was a caring soul about her.Something about her was magnetic and I knew that one day I wanted to meet her.
“She was courted by Young Vandamere,
A fine lad was he as I am to hear”
Yes, I have to admit I had always fashioned myself a dashing young Vandamere and it was those words that sang through my head as I saw the notice for that conference I attend every year, this time in Reno. Yes, it was the typical fly in Sunday afternoon, two and a half days, and then fly out. But this time I could head out early and have a day to see those sites I so long wanted to see. Truckee, Virginia City were all within a short drive from Reno. Gambling in Reno held no romance to this traveler; I longed to experience those Sierra Nevadas and retrace Darcy andVandy’s steps!
And then it hit me, just a few hours more pushing through those mountains and I would be in California; her California and maybe I could see her.
“They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through,
they sing of her beauty in Virginia City too.”
And so with excitement on a Friday night I hopped on that SWA flight from BWI to Reno with adventure on my mind and Tony Rice’s version of that lovely song on my iPod.
She was delighted that I was coming out and we agreed to meet somewhat halfway. I would drive over on Saturday afternoon and we would meet for dinner in old Auburn. After that, who knew?
“Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights,
that shone in the night out of Yerrington town”
I figured on a 4 hour trip, factoring in some scenic stops. However, I quickly realized this was a very different part of the world. I can’t count the number of times I’ve driven over an Appalachian Mountain in Western Maryland or the Virginias. But here on the east coast such a mountain might have an elevation of about 2,500 ft. But that would be just a bump in the road along Rt 80 in the Sierra Nevadas. My rental was not fairing too well; I feared I had a lemon. Perhaps I should have upgraded to that Volvo instead of being cheap with a Hyundai.
Finally, just after coming out of the mountains the car died. And even though I was only about 20miles from my destination this was still a very remote area. I was a little worried. I called her to tell her I might be late. She said that was fine and asked if I was OK. When I said my car broke down she quickly set me at ease by saying “don’t worry sweetie I’ll call AAA and have you right out but I’ll drive over now and pick you up. I’ll be there in about 30 minutes, hold tight!”
Sure enough AAA arrived just as she did. They hitched that sad car up and took it off for Auburn.She smiled at me and said “I hate that happened to you, I know you’re tired but I know of this lovely little stream just off the road up ahead, would you like to see it!”
How could I resist my red-headed heroine!
She drove to the next exit and down a small country road then another right onto a smaller gravel road. In a few minutes she pulled off at a road marker and said “this is it, just a 20 minute walk down that path and through some brush to a beautiful little stream.”
I was still a little shaken as we walked. She took my hand and it calmed my nerves.
When we got there it took my breath away. But the stream held my attention only briefly once I was struck by the brilliance of her red hair glistening in the late afternoon sun. She took her sweater off and ran her hands through her hair shaking it loose. She said “this sun makes it just warm enough for short sleeves but that wind does give you a chill.” I instinctively said “let me warm you up.” She walked up to me and turned back to the stream, confidently assuming I would embrace her. I wrapped my arms around her and we gazed at the view.
The wind blew her hair into my face and the sweet smell was intoxicating. Before thinking, I found myself nibbling at her neck. She sighed and turned to me and kissed me fully.
She pulled back slightly and looked up devilishly at me and said perhaps it would be more comfortable behind that bush and followed with a wink and a pinch of my behind! Without a reply from me she took my hand and led me to her destination.
Once there she shook off her shoes and shimmied out of her jeans in one fluid motion and then was at my collar unbuttoning my shirt. Before I could really think we were both naked in the cool California air. Her kiss was sweet and her embrace soft and her slow massage of my hips withher’s soon drove me crazy with passion.
I knelt down before her and plunged my face into her. She sighed as my tongue entered her. I turned her around and she lowered herself in front of me. On her knees she grinded against me and reached back with her hand to pull me closer. I guided her shoulders forward and slid my hard cock into her already wet pussy. The sun glimmered off the sheen of perspiration forming on her back and the breeze against my chest was a welcome coolant as I felt like a machine moving in rhythm with her. All the while I shuddered at the beauty of her silky Auburn hair contrasting with the her creamy soft skin. It was exciting to see the shock waves pulsating through her hips as I thrust. Soon we let out sighs in both exasperation and exaltation as we orgasmed together.
We fell forward in the soft sandy earth around that bush and adjacent to that stream. For several moments we were just inanimate flesh in a heap of exhaustion.
Finally I had the energy to sit up. I stared at her contented figure and finally said,
“So how do you feel?”
She replied with a grin, “meeeeeeowwwww.”
I grinned back and with a slight giggle said “Kat dear, somehow I knew you would say that!”
“At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round,
and to young Vandy who’s love was true.”
Here’s to you, Kat!
But don’t actually count on me being as faithful as young Vandy! :)
Enjoy!
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“Where the Walker runs down to the Carson Valley plain,
there lived a young maid, Darcy Farrow was her name....”
That song, Darcy Farrow penned by Steve Gillett in the 60’s and made famous by Ian and Silvia and later John Denver, had always haunted me. Perhaps it was the beautiful melody yet ultimate melancholy ending that pulled me in. Perhaps it was the image of a young Irish lass and herlover on the range in wild Nevada. Regardless, I had always had a yearning to go and visit those wild and romantic places from that song Yerrington, Virginia City, and Truckee.
Blogging had taken a place in my life. I had always enjoyed writing and often regretted not making a better attempt at making it a life’s work. But now, with my blog, I had my niche and that was enough. But what I didn’t realize was the friendships that would form. I came to know many bloggers, but one stood out. I joked with her that she was the “mother hen” or our little blogging clique. She was so savvy and smart but you could tell there was a caring soul about her.Something about her was magnetic and I knew that one day I wanted to meet her.
“She was courted by Young Vandamere,
A fine lad was he as I am to hear”
Yes, I have to admit I had always fashioned myself a dashing young Vandamere and it was those words that sang through my head as I saw the notice for that conference I attend every year, this time in Reno. Yes, it was the typical fly in Sunday afternoon, two and a half days, and then fly out. But this time I could head out early and have a day to see those sites I so long wanted to see. Truckee, Virginia City were all within a short drive from Reno. Gambling in Reno held no romance to this traveler; I longed to experience those Sierra Nevadas and retrace Darcy andVandy’s steps!
And then it hit me, just a few hours more pushing through those mountains and I would be in California; her California and maybe I could see her.
“They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through,
they sing of her beauty in Virginia City too.”
And so with excitement on a Friday night I hopped on that SWA flight from BWI to Reno with adventure on my mind and Tony Rice’s version of that lovely song on my iPod.
She was delighted that I was coming out and we agreed to meet somewhat halfway. I would drive over on Saturday afternoon and we would meet for dinner in old Auburn. After that, who knew?
“Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights,
that shone in the night out of Yerrington town”
I figured on a 4 hour trip, factoring in some scenic stops. However, I quickly realized this was a very different part of the world. I can’t count the number of times I’ve driven over an Appalachian Mountain in Western Maryland or the Virginias. But here on the east coast such a mountain might have an elevation of about 2,500 ft. But that would be just a bump in the road along Rt 80 in the Sierra Nevadas. My rental was not fairing too well; I feared I had a lemon. Perhaps I should have upgraded to that Volvo instead of being cheap with a Hyundai.
Finally, just after coming out of the mountains the car died. And even though I was only about 20miles from my destination this was still a very remote area. I was a little worried. I called her to tell her I might be late. She said that was fine and asked if I was OK. When I said my car broke down she quickly set me at ease by saying “don’t worry sweetie I’ll call AAA and have you right out but I’ll drive over now and pick you up. I’ll be there in about 30 minutes, hold tight!”
Sure enough AAA arrived just as she did. They hitched that sad car up and took it off for Auburn.She smiled at me and said “I hate that happened to you, I know you’re tired but I know of this lovely little stream just off the road up ahead, would you like to see it!”
How could I resist my red-headed heroine!
She drove to the next exit and down a small country road then another right onto a smaller gravel road. In a few minutes she pulled off at a road marker and said “this is it, just a 20 minute walk down that path and through some brush to a beautiful little stream.”
I was still a little shaken as we walked. She took my hand and it calmed my nerves.
When we got there it took my breath away. But the stream held my attention only briefly once I was struck by the brilliance of her red hair glistening in the late afternoon sun. She took her sweater off and ran her hands through her hair shaking it loose. She said “this sun makes it just warm enough for short sleeves but that wind does give you a chill.” I instinctively said “let me warm you up.” She walked up to me and turned back to the stream, confidently assuming I would embrace her. I wrapped my arms around her and we gazed at the view.
The wind blew her hair into my face and the sweet smell was intoxicating. Before thinking, I found myself nibbling at her neck. She sighed and turned to me and kissed me fully.
Once there she shook off her shoes and shimmied out of her jeans in one fluid motion and then was at my collar unbuttoning my shirt. Before I could really think we were both naked in the cool California air. Her kiss was sweet and her embrace soft and her slow massage of my hips withher’s soon drove me crazy with passion.
I knelt down before her and plunged my face into her. She sighed as my tongue entered her. I turned her around and she lowered herself in front of me. On her knees she grinded against me and reached back with her hand to pull me closer. I guided her shoulders forward and slid my hard cock into her already wet pussy. The sun glimmered off the sheen of perspiration forming on her back and the breeze against my chest was a welcome coolant as I felt like a machine moving in rhythm with her. All the while I shuddered at the beauty of her silky Auburn hair contrasting with the her creamy soft skin. It was exciting to see the shock waves pulsating through her hips as I thrust. Soon we let out sighs in both exasperation and exaltation as we orgasmed together.
We fell forward in the soft sandy earth around that bush and adjacent to that stream. For several moments we were just inanimate flesh in a heap of exhaustion.
Finally I had the energy to sit up. I stared at her contented figure and finally said,
“So how do you feel?”
She replied with a grin, “meeeeeeowwwww.”
I grinned back and with a slight giggle said “Kat dear, somehow I knew you would say that!”
“At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round,
and to young Vandy who’s love was true.”
Here’s to you, Kat!
But don’t actually count on me being as faithful as young Vandy! :)
Friday, September 9, 2011
Friday Fantasy - A Florida Keys Tale (A Guest Post by Ryan Beaumont)
Billy Crystal was mostly correct in that movie when he said men and women can never really be friends. It’s hard and typically the guy is at least thinking about sex but sometimes when the girl is really cool and makes sure that friendship is the only thing on the menu it can be good. And so it was with Meredith and me. She was a fraternity little sister, a co-worker, and just and all around friend.
Of course, what can help that old male/female platonic friendship is a good looking female roommate! But let me set the stage a bit first.
Meredith, as I said, was a fun person to be around. The only thing more fun than being with Meredith was being around her and her 2 best friends and roommates Maggie and Melinda (yep 3 M’s). They had another roommate Julia but she was not around as much. She was even better looking than Meredith but I really never got to know her that well early on.
One spring break my 3 M’s were going down to the Florida Keys. Meredith asked me if I wanted to go. I think they needed a Sugar Daddy/chaperone. I guess I would be the muscle and provide needed cash flow. Although I was still in school I had a great job that made very good tips. Bringing down $20K/year doesn’t sound like much now but back then and in school that was some serious cash. And if this was what it meant to be taken advantage of then I surely didn’t mind. And oh btw – Julia was going as well.
What I found out also is that I was designated driver for much of that overnight 18 hour haul down to Sugarloaf Key. But that was OK, Julia ended up sitting shot gun for a lot of the way and I found we had a lot in common and we started to connect.
Once we got to the Keys we checked into our camp site. Yes, camping with 4 women, I think I forgot to say that! I can’t stand to be sedentary so the first thing on my to-do list was to go on a short run. I ran down a road heading east from the camp site and away from RT 1. About a mile down the road I came upon a washed out bridge. I didn’t think much of it and decided to turn back to catch up to my girls.
That night we had a great time at Margaritaville, Sloppy Joe’s and several other places. Julia turned out to be pretty enchanting after a few drinks. For the first time I saw this wild, untamed, adventurous, yet alluring soul behind those pretty blue eyes and wavy blonde hair.
She and I bought a bottle of George de Boeuf Beaujolais Village on the way home. There was a boat dock near the camp site and we polished off that bottle while stowing away on one of those nice boats. It was exquisite; my arm around a beautiful girl and looking up at the stars with a warm breeze in our face. And yes her lips were sweet with the flavor of the wine and her body was soft and moved approvingly to my caresses. Unfortunately, the 3 M’s found us and wanted us to join the party so I had to push pause on this little fantasy for now.
The next afternoon I suggested a walk with Julia. She was A OK with it and we ventured down that little road bearing to the east. Julia was gorgeous. Her wavy bleach blond hair was pulled back with a scrunchie and her blue eyes were striking against the canvass of a thin white cotton tank top and tight faded and torn blue jean shorts.
This time at the bridge I decided to venture forward. We waded across the little creek (just about 20 yards) to the other side and continued our walk. The road was very secluded and eventually ended at a thick cluster of brush and trees with the water’s edge of Sugarloaf Sound just visible.
Julia shouted out “awesome, we’re in there” and sprinted forward toward the water, I loved her enthusiasm. I was close behind. Julia ran straight up to her knees into the water. I walked up to her side.
I said, “I wish I had brought my suit, this looks like a great place to swim.”
Julia then turned and walked back to the beach. I did a double take when she started pulling off her tank top as she walked away from me, revealing her naked back. Just past the water she bent over and pulled off her tight jean shorts dropping them next to the tank top beside her and revealing long sleek legs running up to her gorgeous round and tight ass.
She turned to me a stated with a sly smile “we’re skinny dipping!”
She confidently pranced right past me and out deeper into the water. Just past me she turned slightly and said “if you don’t join me I’m leaving right now!”
I swallowed hard and then walked back to the beach and took off my clothes. I was a little embarrassed because my cock was fully extended. I walked briskly into the water hoping to get waist deep ASAP. I looked up and Julia was looking at me like a lioness eyeing an Antelope.
She swam out ahead of me but I caught her. She splashed at me in a feigned attempt to escape but I didn’t let her. I had been a lifeguard and I was thinking some of those rescue moves might be very sexy now.
We were about 20 yards out now. I could still stand but she could not. She put her arms around my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist. I could feel the outline of her body around my waist and against my cock.
She kissed me hard forcing her tongue into my mouth. We kissed deeply.
But then I heard the rumbling sound of a plane overhead. It was one of those ad planes that fly low down the beach advertising towels and boogie boards, etc.
Julia laughed; I got the idea that she would have no problem fucking me right there with the whole world to see. But, she was a nice girl and I think she realized that I was a bit shy so she nodded when I said “maybe we should get into some cover.”
So I carried her back to shore with her body draped around mine, my dick almost rubbing itself into her by water’s edge. I set her down and we both shuffled over to the trees. She turned and we kissed for what seemed an eternity. I started kissing my way down her body; across her breasts and then down to her pussy. I worked my tongue over her clit and into her. Her left leg was over my shoulder and supported by my forearm. I moved my left hand up the back of her leg and settled onto her soft behind. I heard her sigh. I looked up briefly; she was leaning against the tree that hid us from view, back arched and hands rubbing her breasts.
This was wonderful but I was aching to be inside of her. I stood up and kissed her some more. I moved my cock between her legs; she was so wet I could easily be in her quickly.
I whispered to her “I wish we had a towel; it’s a bit sandy here.”
Julia looked up and right into my eyes and said “we don’t need a towel babe.”
She slowly rotated around and started grinding her ass into me. I gasped as I looked down on her warm wet body in front of me.
I lowered myself onto my knees. Julia’s ass was right in front of me now as she swayed back and forth.
I slid my hands around her bottom and over to her pussy and then up to her breasts. I pulled her down to me. She was now on her knees in front of me her back to my chest. She tilted her head back exposing her long and lovely neck as if to invite me to a feast. I did and our tongues probed one another as I grabbed her breasts tight. I gave her a slight bite on the shoulder and neck and she squealed gently. I then leaned back slightly moving my hands to her shoulders. I slowly guided her shoulders forward until she was on all fours in front of me. My hands slipped from her shoulders, down her spine, and to her hips. As I caressed her hips I pushed my cock into her.
She gasped out “yessss, owwww yesssss yessssss.”
The sensation was intoxicating. Feeling my cock inside her was wonderful but what sent me over the edge was the feeling of her soft body pressing rhythmically against my pelvis and the inside of those lithe legs against my thighs.
I would love to say this lasted for a long time. But soon I felt the pulsation followed by the wetness of Julia’s organism. Her sighs and the site of her ass jiggling at my thrust quickly brought out an orgasm so hard that the tingling in all my extremities hurt. It was like that big plunge down the hill on a roller coaster.
We both gasped and fell forward in a heap of wet post sex flesh.
--Ryan Beaumont
Of course, what can help that old male/female platonic friendship is a good looking female roommate! But let me set the stage a bit first.
Meredith, as I said, was a fun person to be around. The only thing more fun than being with Meredith was being around her and her 2 best friends and roommates Maggie and Melinda (yep 3 M’s). They had another roommate Julia but she was not around as much. She was even better looking than Meredith but I really never got to know her that well early on.
What I found out also is that I was designated driver for much of that overnight 18 hour haul down to Sugarloaf Key. But that was OK, Julia ended up sitting shot gun for a lot of the way and I found we had a lot in common and we started to connect.
Once we got to the Keys we checked into our camp site. Yes, camping with 4 women, I think I forgot to say that! I can’t stand to be sedentary so the first thing on my to-do list was to go on a short run. I ran down a road heading east from the camp site and away from RT 1. About a mile down the road I came upon a washed out bridge. I didn’t think much of it and decided to turn back to catch up to my girls.
That night we had a great time at Margaritaville, Sloppy Joe’s and several other places. Julia turned out to be pretty enchanting after a few drinks. For the first time I saw this wild, untamed, adventurous, yet alluring soul behind those pretty blue eyes and wavy blonde hair.
She and I bought a bottle of George de Boeuf Beaujolais Village on the way home. There was a boat dock near the camp site and we polished off that bottle while stowing away on one of those nice boats. It was exquisite; my arm around a beautiful girl and looking up at the stars with a warm breeze in our face. And yes her lips were sweet with the flavor of the wine and her body was soft and moved approvingly to my caresses. Unfortunately, the 3 M’s found us and wanted us to join the party so I had to push pause on this little fantasy for now.
The next afternoon I suggested a walk with Julia. She was A OK with it and we ventured down that little road bearing to the east. Julia was gorgeous. Her wavy bleach blond hair was pulled back with a scrunchie and her blue eyes were striking against the canvass of a thin white cotton tank top and tight faded and torn blue jean shorts.
This time at the bridge I decided to venture forward. We waded across the little creek (just about 20 yards) to the other side and continued our walk. The road was very secluded and eventually ended at a thick cluster of brush and trees with the water’s edge of Sugarloaf Sound just visible.
Julia shouted out “awesome, we’re in there” and sprinted forward toward the water, I loved her enthusiasm. I was close behind. Julia ran straight up to her knees into the water. I walked up to her side.
Julia then turned and walked back to the beach. I did a double take when she started pulling off her tank top as she walked away from me, revealing her naked back. Just past the water she bent over and pulled off her tight jean shorts dropping them next to the tank top beside her and revealing long sleek legs running up to her gorgeous round and tight ass.
She turned to me a stated with a sly smile “we’re skinny dipping!”
She confidently pranced right past me and out deeper into the water. Just past me she turned slightly and said “if you don’t join me I’m leaving right now!”
I swallowed hard and then walked back to the beach and took off my clothes. I was a little embarrassed because my cock was fully extended. I walked briskly into the water hoping to get waist deep ASAP. I looked up and Julia was looking at me like a lioness eyeing an Antelope.
She swam out ahead of me but I caught her. She splashed at me in a feigned attempt to escape but I didn’t let her. I had been a lifeguard and I was thinking some of those rescue moves might be very sexy now.
We were about 20 yards out now. I could still stand but she could not. She put her arms around my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist. I could feel the outline of her body around my waist and against my cock.
She kissed me hard forcing her tongue into my mouth. We kissed deeply.
But then I heard the rumbling sound of a plane overhead. It was one of those ad planes that fly low down the beach advertising towels and boogie boards, etc.
Julia laughed; I got the idea that she would have no problem fucking me right there with the whole world to see. But, she was a nice girl and I think she realized that I was a bit shy so she nodded when I said “maybe we should get into some cover.”
So I carried her back to shore with her body draped around mine, my dick almost rubbing itself into her by water’s edge. I set her down and we both shuffled over to the trees. She turned and we kissed for what seemed an eternity. I started kissing my way down her body; across her breasts and then down to her pussy. I worked my tongue over her clit and into her. Her left leg was over my shoulder and supported by my forearm. I moved my left hand up the back of her leg and settled onto her soft behind. I heard her sigh. I looked up briefly; she was leaning against the tree that hid us from view, back arched and hands rubbing her breasts.
This was wonderful but I was aching to be inside of her. I stood up and kissed her some more. I moved my cock between her legs; she was so wet I could easily be in her quickly.
I whispered to her “I wish we had a towel; it’s a bit sandy here.”
Julia looked up and right into my eyes and said “we don’t need a towel babe.”
She slowly rotated around and started grinding her ass into me. I gasped as I looked down on her warm wet body in front of me.
I lowered myself onto my knees. Julia’s ass was right in front of me now as she swayed back and forth.
I slid my hands around her bottom and over to her pussy and then up to her breasts. I pulled her down to me. She was now on her knees in front of me her back to my chest. She tilted her head back exposing her long and lovely neck as if to invite me to a feast. I did and our tongues probed one another as I grabbed her breasts tight. I gave her a slight bite on the shoulder and neck and she squealed gently. I then leaned back slightly moving my hands to her shoulders. I slowly guided her shoulders forward until she was on all fours in front of me. My hands slipped from her shoulders, down her spine, and to her hips. As I caressed her hips I pushed my cock into her.
She gasped out “yessss, owwww yesssss yessssss.”
The sensation was intoxicating. Feeling my cock inside her was wonderful but what sent me over the edge was the feeling of her soft body pressing rhythmically against my pelvis and the inside of those lithe legs against my thighs.
I would love to say this lasted for a long time. But soon I felt the pulsation followed by the wetness of Julia’s organism. Her sighs and the site of her ass jiggling at my thrust quickly brought out an orgasm so hard that the tingling in all my extremities hurt. It was like that big plunge down the hill on a roller coaster.
We both gasped and fell forward in a heap of wet post sex flesh.
--Ryan Beaumont
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Wrong Number, Right Man (Part 2) - A Naughty Adventure
My mind was spinning as I was driving to the park. Here I was driving to a local park to meet someone I didn't know except for the little bit I'd learned about him from 8 or 9 phone conversations. As I drove, I replayed in my mind how a wrong number phone call became a rushed and excited trip to a park to meet someone I had never met before. That's when I realized that I was not exactly dressed for a first meeting.
I was wearing navy blue sweatpants and a light blue tank top. My hair was pulled up in the back with a claw clip, which I grabbed and pulled out, fluffing my hair, trying to look less like a dowdy middle-aged wife and mom, but knowing that a little hair fluff couldn't do that trick. I decided not to look in the rear view mirror or my nervousness would become panic and I probably wouldn't go through with it.
I arrived at the park and found a parking space. I scanned the parking lot, looking for anyone in a car or standing near a car. Nothing. I turned off the car and waited for a moment. Then I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I looked around. There were some kids playing, some families. There's no way I could have arrived before him, is there? I decided to just lean against the car and wait. I watched cars come and go. After about 10 minutes, I started wondering if I should just go.
I heard a truck door slam shut across the street behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw a man looking right at me and walking straight toward me. He was between 5'10" and 6' tall, and he walked with a very confident gait. He was wearing jeans, a green t-shirt, tennis shoes; nothing special, but I could see that he was muscular - broad shoulders, strong arms, a little bit of a tummy (good, I thought, at least he's not perfect). His full beard was carefully manicured and, as he got closer, I could see the tiny bits of grey poking through it. Otherwise, it matched his auburn hair perfectly. I guessed he must have been in his mid-40's. How funny, I though to myself, that I never asked his age.
And that smile. And his green eyes. Wow. Yes, I think they actually twinkled. Then he spoke, and I would have recognized that voice anywhere. "You must be sweet Kat," he said. He hugged me - a decent, respectful hug, entirely suitable for public, except for the fact that it lingered a few seconds too long. As we hugged, I said, "I sure hope you're Joe." He laughed and whispered in my ear, "My name is Adam, but you can call me Joe as long as you want." He kissed my cheek before he pulled away, and he kept his hand on my waist while he continued to talk, standing just a little closer that he should have given the fact that we were at a park in broad daylight just two miles from my house.
"Let's get out of here," he suggested. "We can head down to the river and find a nice place to talk for a bit."
I told him that I was supposed to be running quickly to the grocery store, and that I should get home soon. He said I could call home with another excuse while he was getting something out of his truck. I can't even remember the excuse I gave my husband, but it was good enough to keep me out of the house for another couple of hours. I couldn't keep my eyes off of Joe...uh.. Adam as he walked.
He grabbed a blanket from the cab of his truck and came back across the street. He suggested we take my car because he knew I'd probably feel more comfortable that way. He was right, so we got in the car and he directed me where to drive. As I was driving, he rested his hand gently on my thigh.
It didn't take long for us to get to a secluded turnoff right off the river road. I made a mental note of the fact that you wouldn't be able to find this place unless you knew about it, so he must have been here before. As if he knew what I was thinking, he said, "I bring my boys here to fish. They like to think of it as our secret hideaway," and he flashed one of those million dollar smiles. I was pretty sure he had been here with someone other than his kids and that he did more than fish here, but I didn't care.
I pulled up close to the river, behind a row of trees. He got out of the car and spread out the blanket in front of the car, so we wouldn't be seen from the road, which would have been pretty difficult anyway due to all the trees and shrubbery. Then he took my hand and we sat down on the blanket. We kicked off our shoes and started talking. Surprisingly, it wasn't awkward at all. We had done so much talking over the last 8 weeks that it felt completely natural to just chit chat about nothing for a few minutes. He asked me a question about a some home improvement project I had been working on for several weeks, and while I was answering, he leaned over and kissed me.
It was one of those deep, wet kisses that starts off gently but quickly becomes forceful and urgent - my favorite kind, to tell the truth. How could he know that? In no time at all, he had my tank top and bra off, and one hand was exploring my breasts while the other was in my panties. He slid a finger inside me before I could protest, although at that point I knew I wouldn't have tried to stop him. He pushed his finger deep inside, then another, and another. I moaned.
"My, you're a very wet naughty Kat, aren't you?' he said. That charming southern drawl I was so used to had taken on an authoritative tone. I nodded my head and said, "Yes." He wasn't smiling anymore; instead, he was staring intently into my eyes. My breathing was shallow. I started rocking ever so slightly against his hand. Then he pulled his hand out of me and stood up, and snapped, "Take off your pants and panties and get on your hands and knees." It didn't occur to me not to do exactly what he said. I shimmied out of my pants and watched him pull of his t-shirt and jeans. His cock was nice and hard, about 7 inches, very thick, and curved just a little bit toward his belly. I smiled and rolled quickly onto my hands and knees.
I expected him to get behind me and fuck me, but he didn't. He knelt next to me and ran his hands all over me, touching me everywhere. He pinched my nipples hard. I whimpered, but he didn't stop until I bit my lip and became silent. He murmured, "Very nice," and then he moved in front of me and put his cock in my mouth. He didn't let me suck it as I wanted to. Instead, he grabbed my hair and just started pushing my head onto him, making me take him deep into my throat, and then pulling my head back, all the way off his cock - completely in and out on each stroke, lingering with the head in my throat for just a second before pulling back.
Just as I felt his cock start throbbing, hardening, close to coming, he stopped and pulled it out of my mouth. He slapped my face (not hard, but not gently either), and said, "Turn around." I gasped, shocked at the blow, but not offended by it at all. I moved quickly, turning around and lifting my bottom to him.
He grabbed my hips and slid his cock slowly inside me. I pressed back against him, arched my back, and closed my eyes, trying to focus on every sensation - the sweetness of the cool breeze off the river, the rustling sound of the wind in the trees, the hardness of the ground under my knees, the softness of the blanket, the fullness of my cunt, the pressure of his hands on my hips pulling me back onto him, the soft grunting noise he made with each stroke. Soon, I became distracted from all of the external things as I became more and more excited. With each stroke he hit just the right spot, and I started to moan and buck against him harder and harder.
Suddenly, he reached forward, wrapped his arms around me and knelt back on his heels, pulling me back with him so I was fully impaled on his cock. He whispered in my ear, "Show me how naughty you are, Kat," and then he started biting my neck. I bounced up and down on him, rocking my hips forward and back. I came quickly....he pinched my nipples as I came, making me squeal and writhe in his arms. Then he pushed me forward unto my hands and knees again, grabbed my hips, and fucked me very hard, lifting my knees off the ground with each thrust. I tried to steady myself, but there was nothing to hold on to, so I fell forward onto my chest. His guttural moan as he came was primal, animal-like, unlike any I had heard.
He held me on him, my knees off the ground, for what seemed like a long time. When he released me, he gently lowered me onto the blanket - the gentleness seemed strangely inconsistent with the rest of what had just happened. After a few moments of laying on the blanket in silence, he got up and tossed me my pants and top. "Get dressed," he said, "but you won't need these." He was still holding my bra and panties. I scrambled to get dressed as he slid into his jeans. My knees were weak, but he seemed totally unaffected.
I searched for the car keys. He folded the blanket and then wrapped an arm around me and kissed me deeply again. "Sweet, sweet Kat," he said, back to the charming tone and accent I recognized. I reached down to pick up my bra and panties that he had tossed on the ground, but he snapped, "No. I said you won't be needing those." Confused, I stepped away from them and headed toward the car door. He continued, "I don't want to see you in bra and panties again. Do you understand?" I nodded to indicate that I did.
We drove back to the park. He made more small talk. I could feel his juices leaking out of me, moistening my pants.
When we got back to the park, I pulled up behind his truck on the street. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and got out of the car. Before he closed the car door, he leaned over, smiled, and said, "Talk to ya next Saturday, Hon."
I was wearing navy blue sweatpants and a light blue tank top. My hair was pulled up in the back with a claw clip, which I grabbed and pulled out, fluffing my hair, trying to look less like a dowdy middle-aged wife and mom, but knowing that a little hair fluff couldn't do that trick. I decided not to look in the rear view mirror or my nervousness would become panic and I probably wouldn't go through with it.
I arrived at the park and found a parking space. I scanned the parking lot, looking for anyone in a car or standing near a car. Nothing. I turned off the car and waited for a moment. Then I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I looked around. There were some kids playing, some families. There's no way I could have arrived before him, is there? I decided to just lean against the car and wait. I watched cars come and go. After about 10 minutes, I started wondering if I should just go.
I heard a truck door slam shut across the street behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw a man looking right at me and walking straight toward me. He was between 5'10" and 6' tall, and he walked with a very confident gait. He was wearing jeans, a green t-shirt, tennis shoes; nothing special, but I could see that he was muscular - broad shoulders, strong arms, a little bit of a tummy (good, I thought, at least he's not perfect). His full beard was carefully manicured and, as he got closer, I could see the tiny bits of grey poking through it. Otherwise, it matched his auburn hair perfectly. I guessed he must have been in his mid-40's. How funny, I though to myself, that I never asked his age.
And that smile. And his green eyes. Wow. Yes, I think they actually twinkled. Then he spoke, and I would have recognized that voice anywhere. "You must be sweet Kat," he said. He hugged me - a decent, respectful hug, entirely suitable for public, except for the fact that it lingered a few seconds too long. As we hugged, I said, "I sure hope you're Joe." He laughed and whispered in my ear, "My name is Adam, but you can call me Joe as long as you want." He kissed my cheek before he pulled away, and he kept his hand on my waist while he continued to talk, standing just a little closer that he should have given the fact that we were at a park in broad daylight just two miles from my house.
"Let's get out of here," he suggested. "We can head down to the river and find a nice place to talk for a bit."
I told him that I was supposed to be running quickly to the grocery store, and that I should get home soon. He said I could call home with another excuse while he was getting something out of his truck. I can't even remember the excuse I gave my husband, but it was good enough to keep me out of the house for another couple of hours. I couldn't keep my eyes off of Joe...uh.. Adam as he walked.
He grabbed a blanket from the cab of his truck and came back across the street. He suggested we take my car because he knew I'd probably feel more comfortable that way. He was right, so we got in the car and he directed me where to drive. As I was driving, he rested his hand gently on my thigh.
It didn't take long for us to get to a secluded turnoff right off the river road. I made a mental note of the fact that you wouldn't be able to find this place unless you knew about it, so he must have been here before. As if he knew what I was thinking, he said, "I bring my boys here to fish. They like to think of it as our secret hideaway," and he flashed one of those million dollar smiles. I was pretty sure he had been here with someone other than his kids and that he did more than fish here, but I didn't care.
I pulled up close to the river, behind a row of trees. He got out of the car and spread out the blanket in front of the car, so we wouldn't be seen from the road, which would have been pretty difficult anyway due to all the trees and shrubbery. Then he took my hand and we sat down on the blanket. We kicked off our shoes and started talking. Surprisingly, it wasn't awkward at all. We had done so much talking over the last 8 weeks that it felt completely natural to just chit chat about nothing for a few minutes. He asked me a question about a some home improvement project I had been working on for several weeks, and while I was answering, he leaned over and kissed me.
It was one of those deep, wet kisses that starts off gently but quickly becomes forceful and urgent - my favorite kind, to tell the truth. How could he know that? In no time at all, he had my tank top and bra off, and one hand was exploring my breasts while the other was in my panties. He slid a finger inside me before I could protest, although at that point I knew I wouldn't have tried to stop him. He pushed his finger deep inside, then another, and another. I moaned.
"My, you're a very wet naughty Kat, aren't you?' he said. That charming southern drawl I was so used to had taken on an authoritative tone. I nodded my head and said, "Yes." He wasn't smiling anymore; instead, he was staring intently into my eyes. My breathing was shallow. I started rocking ever so slightly against his hand. Then he pulled his hand out of me and stood up, and snapped, "Take off your pants and panties and get on your hands and knees." It didn't occur to me not to do exactly what he said. I shimmied out of my pants and watched him pull of his t-shirt and jeans. His cock was nice and hard, about 7 inches, very thick, and curved just a little bit toward his belly. I smiled and rolled quickly onto my hands and knees.
I expected him to get behind me and fuck me, but he didn't. He knelt next to me and ran his hands all over me, touching me everywhere. He pinched my nipples hard. I whimpered, but he didn't stop until I bit my lip and became silent. He murmured, "Very nice," and then he moved in front of me and put his cock in my mouth. He didn't let me suck it as I wanted to. Instead, he grabbed my hair and just started pushing my head onto him, making me take him deep into my throat, and then pulling my head back, all the way off his cock - completely in and out on each stroke, lingering with the head in my throat for just a second before pulling back.
Just as I felt his cock start throbbing, hardening, close to coming, he stopped and pulled it out of my mouth. He slapped my face (not hard, but not gently either), and said, "Turn around." I gasped, shocked at the blow, but not offended by it at all. I moved quickly, turning around and lifting my bottom to him.
He grabbed my hips and slid his cock slowly inside me. I pressed back against him, arched my back, and closed my eyes, trying to focus on every sensation - the sweetness of the cool breeze off the river, the rustling sound of the wind in the trees, the hardness of the ground under my knees, the softness of the blanket, the fullness of my cunt, the pressure of his hands on my hips pulling me back onto him, the soft grunting noise he made with each stroke. Soon, I became distracted from all of the external things as I became more and more excited. With each stroke he hit just the right spot, and I started to moan and buck against him harder and harder.
Suddenly, he reached forward, wrapped his arms around me and knelt back on his heels, pulling me back with him so I was fully impaled on his cock. He whispered in my ear, "Show me how naughty you are, Kat," and then he started biting my neck. I bounced up and down on him, rocking my hips forward and back. I came quickly....he pinched my nipples as I came, making me squeal and writhe in his arms. Then he pushed me forward unto my hands and knees again, grabbed my hips, and fucked me very hard, lifting my knees off the ground with each thrust. I tried to steady myself, but there was nothing to hold on to, so I fell forward onto my chest. His guttural moan as he came was primal, animal-like, unlike any I had heard.
He held me on him, my knees off the ground, for what seemed like a long time. When he released me, he gently lowered me onto the blanket - the gentleness seemed strangely inconsistent with the rest of what had just happened. After a few moments of laying on the blanket in silence, he got up and tossed me my pants and top. "Get dressed," he said, "but you won't need these." He was still holding my bra and panties. I scrambled to get dressed as he slid into his jeans. My knees were weak, but he seemed totally unaffected.
I searched for the car keys. He folded the blanket and then wrapped an arm around me and kissed me deeply again. "Sweet, sweet Kat," he said, back to the charming tone and accent I recognized. I reached down to pick up my bra and panties that he had tossed on the ground, but he snapped, "No. I said you won't be needing those." Confused, I stepped away from them and headed toward the car door. He continued, "I don't want to see you in bra and panties again. Do you understand?" I nodded to indicate that I did.
We drove back to the park. He made more small talk. I could feel his juices leaking out of me, moistening my pants.
When we got back to the park, I pulled up behind his truck on the street. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and got out of the car. Before he closed the car door, he leaned over, smiled, and said, "Talk to ya next Saturday, Hon."
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Working from the Top Down - A Naughty Guest Post
This very sweet and romantic (but naughty!) fantasy story was sent by Steve, a married gentleman living somewhere on the west coast of the USA (yes,I know where and who he is, but he wishes to remain anonymous for now). When I first read this story, I thought, "Have we met?" and then "Why not?!" I'm sure you'll enjoy it, too.
By the way, Steve tells me that while was written as a fantasy story, addressed to the lucky woman in the story, the reality of their meeting was even better. Maybe we can convince him to share that story, too....
Not only had it been a long time since we last saw each other in person, it had been a very long week for you. Your summer was busy enough but the past week had you running and standing and working long hours every day. The one thing that kept you going was knowing that you had the house to yourself for the weekend and I was flying in to spend the weekend with you. You had checked the flight status online before leaving work and knew I had arrived. You called me on the drive home and found that I was already at the house anxiously awaiting your arrival. You arrive home on this beautiful summer evening to find me in the back yard relaxing and awaiting your arrival with a fine bottle of red wine.
I escort you to the most comfortable lounge chair and hand you a glass of wine as you sink into the curves of the chair and visibly relax. I gently slip off your shoes then settle in to the chair next to you with my own glass of wine as we both relax and start discussing all of the wonders of life that we haven’t had time to discuss until this very moment. Time, wine, and daylight pass into the glowing red sunset as we simply relax in the presence of each other. It is a nice warm evening and the nearly full moon is rising over the trees as darkness begins to fall upon our revelry.
Sensing a lull in the conversation and a desire to start something else I get up and stand behind you, gently running my fingers through your hair and caressing your temples, urging you to simply lie back and relax. I gently kiss your forehead and rub your neck and shoulders, encouraging the week’s stresses to dissipate into the warm night air. I gently nibble and lick your ear, whispering how much I love the time we get to spend together, hinting at some of the things I intend to do with you tonight. Your response is a sincere affirmation that tonight is going to be another special night. I lean down and passionately and deeply kiss you on the lips, allowing my hands to slowly slide down your chest and caress your breasts, their nipples firming rapidly under my loving touch
As our kiss lingers I move around in front of your chair and kneel on the ground in front of you and begin undressing you. The evening is drifting towards night but the moonlight is providing more than enough light for me to enjoy the beauty of your nakedness as I remove your blouse and bra. I lovingly fondle and caress your spectacular breasts, rolling your nipples firmly between my fingers to get them fully hard and aroused. I know that I am causing quite a stir for you from both the physical reaction of your nipples as well as your squirming and moaning in pleasure. Your requests for me to continue are sure to be answered. I lean forward, taking each nipple into my mouth and sucking hard while caressing the entire breast, pausing occasionally to lean back and simply admire the beauty before me. Soon I feel the need to expose and explore further into this body that I love to bring pleasure to.
With some help from you I gently slip your skirt and underwear off, leaving you totally exposed here in your backyard on this warm moonlit summer night. The sight and feel of your smooth naked skin combined with the passion generated from our actions has had a very noticeable effect on my body as well. You help me first out of my shirt and then out of my own shorts and underwear, leaving us both totally nude. Free of the encumbrances of my clothes, I continue my attentions further down your body, gently kissing from your breasts further down until I reach the fine soft fur between your legs. I gently slide you forward to allow you to fully spread your legs, allowing me full access to all of your feminine treasures that you want to share with me.
Kneeling in front of you I gently spread your lips and slowly insert my fingers into you. You are already very wet with anticipation and my fingers easily slip deep inside you. As I stroke them in and out, going deeper with each stroke, I begin licking and sucking on your clitoris to further stimulate you. I deeply massage inside you, finding your G spot and stimulating it firmly, getting you as aroused as you always do me. Having found your G spot I re-focus my oral stimulation on your clitoris and my one free hand on your breasts. My goal is obvious, I want you to have a very satisfying orgasm, hopefully the first of several this evening.
The physical and verbal reaction coming from you indicates that I am making progress towards that goal so I continue until you do have the orgasm that I want you to have.
Suddenly you get up and nearly push me over backwards, telling me that it is my turn. Remembering the past, you throw the pads from the lounge chairs on the ground and position me on my back right in the middle. You quickly straddle me and slide my throbbing cock deep inside you, the sensations from your earlier orgasm still tingling and further stimulating you as I slide deep inside you. You grab your breasts and start squeezing them, firmly grabbing and pulling on your nipples as you ride up and down on my cock. You are telling me how great it all feels and really start getting into it. You can tell I am getting close and tell me that everything is fine, I can cum inside you this time without any worries. I take the hint and start helping you pump my cock in and out feeling the heat of your body next to mine, your juices on my balls cooling them in the fresh air. I soak in the beauty of your body bouncing in the moonlight, sweat glistening on every inch of your voluptuous loveliness. Suddenly I can take no more and I explode deep inside you, moaning with pleasure as wave after wave of pleasurable contractions wrack my mind and body. I am vaguely aware of you having another orgasm yourself, triggered by my own reactions to you. Slowly we drift back to reality, gently touching and caressing the delicate and sensitive parts of each others bodies, not wanting the sexual energy to fade into nothingness quite yet. You curl up on top of me, my cock still inside you gently twitching as the erection slowly melts way.
This is as close as we ever have been and it feels wonderful.
By the way, Steve tells me that while was written as a fantasy story, addressed to the lucky woman in the story, the reality of their meeting was even better. Maybe we can convince him to share that story, too....
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Not only had it been a long time since we last saw each other in person, it had been a very long week for you. Your summer was busy enough but the past week had you running and standing and working long hours every day. The one thing that kept you going was knowing that you had the house to yourself for the weekend and I was flying in to spend the weekend with you. You had checked the flight status online before leaving work and knew I had arrived. You called me on the drive home and found that I was already at the house anxiously awaiting your arrival. You arrive home on this beautiful summer evening to find me in the back yard relaxing and awaiting your arrival with a fine bottle of red wine.
I escort you to the most comfortable lounge chair and hand you a glass of wine as you sink into the curves of the chair and visibly relax. I gently slip off your shoes then settle in to the chair next to you with my own glass of wine as we both relax and start discussing all of the wonders of life that we haven’t had time to discuss until this very moment. Time, wine, and daylight pass into the glowing red sunset as we simply relax in the presence of each other. It is a nice warm evening and the nearly full moon is rising over the trees as darkness begins to fall upon our revelry.
Sensing a lull in the conversation and a desire to start something else I get up and stand behind you, gently running my fingers through your hair and caressing your temples, urging you to simply lie back and relax. I gently kiss your forehead and rub your neck and shoulders, encouraging the week’s stresses to dissipate into the warm night air. I gently nibble and lick your ear, whispering how much I love the time we get to spend together, hinting at some of the things I intend to do with you tonight. Your response is a sincere affirmation that tonight is going to be another special night. I lean down and passionately and deeply kiss you on the lips, allowing my hands to slowly slide down your chest and caress your breasts, their nipples firming rapidly under my loving touch
As our kiss lingers I move around in front of your chair and kneel on the ground in front of you and begin undressing you. The evening is drifting towards night but the moonlight is providing more than enough light for me to enjoy the beauty of your nakedness as I remove your blouse and bra. I lovingly fondle and caress your spectacular breasts, rolling your nipples firmly between my fingers to get them fully hard and aroused. I know that I am causing quite a stir for you from both the physical reaction of your nipples as well as your squirming and moaning in pleasure. Your requests for me to continue are sure to be answered. I lean forward, taking each nipple into my mouth and sucking hard while caressing the entire breast, pausing occasionally to lean back and simply admire the beauty before me. Soon I feel the need to expose and explore further into this body that I love to bring pleasure to.
With some help from you I gently slip your skirt and underwear off, leaving you totally exposed here in your backyard on this warm moonlit summer night. The sight and feel of your smooth naked skin combined with the passion generated from our actions has had a very noticeable effect on my body as well. You help me first out of my shirt and then out of my own shorts and underwear, leaving us both totally nude. Free of the encumbrances of my clothes, I continue my attentions further down your body, gently kissing from your breasts further down until I reach the fine soft fur between your legs. I gently slide you forward to allow you to fully spread your legs, allowing me full access to all of your feminine treasures that you want to share with me.
Kneeling in front of you I gently spread your lips and slowly insert my fingers into you. You are already very wet with anticipation and my fingers easily slip deep inside you. As I stroke them in and out, going deeper with each stroke, I begin licking and sucking on your clitoris to further stimulate you. I deeply massage inside you, finding your G spot and stimulating it firmly, getting you as aroused as you always do me. Having found your G spot I re-focus my oral stimulation on your clitoris and my one free hand on your breasts. My goal is obvious, I want you to have a very satisfying orgasm, hopefully the first of several this evening.
The physical and verbal reaction coming from you indicates that I am making progress towards that goal so I continue until you do have the orgasm that I want you to have.
Suddenly you get up and nearly push me over backwards, telling me that it is my turn. Remembering the past, you throw the pads from the lounge chairs on the ground and position me on my back right in the middle. You quickly straddle me and slide my throbbing cock deep inside you, the sensations from your earlier orgasm still tingling and further stimulating you as I slide deep inside you. You grab your breasts and start squeezing them, firmly grabbing and pulling on your nipples as you ride up and down on my cock. You are telling me how great it all feels and really start getting into it. You can tell I am getting close and tell me that everything is fine, I can cum inside you this time without any worries. I take the hint and start helping you pump my cock in and out feeling the heat of your body next to mine, your juices on my balls cooling them in the fresh air. I soak in the beauty of your body bouncing in the moonlight, sweat glistening on every inch of your voluptuous loveliness. Suddenly I can take no more and I explode deep inside you, moaning with pleasure as wave after wave of pleasurable contractions wrack my mind and body. I am vaguely aware of you having another orgasm yourself, triggered by my own reactions to you. Slowly we drift back to reality, gently touching and caressing the delicate and sensitive parts of each others bodies, not wanting the sexual energy to fade into nothingness quite yet. You curl up on top of me, my cock still inside you gently twitching as the erection slowly melts way.
This is as close as we ever have been and it feels wonderful.
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