This is a completely true story of the events that will take place in late May 2020. If only you knew where to watch...
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"I'm outside." Harry texted as he pulled the van into a parking spot in the nondescript industrial park where Lucile's office was located. She was deemed an essential worker and therefore she was required to continue to be in the office. He had driven from several states away to spend the week with her and this lunch break was how that week would begin.
"Be a good girl and remove your panties before you come out. And don't keep me waiting."
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While the coronavirus raged all around the world, one new relationship would blossom. Harry and Lucile would let passion overpower reason and violated the quarantine for a secret tryst in the middle of the pandemic.
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The virus had tallied one more casualty. The quarantine and close quarters were exacerbating the discontent at Harry's home and brought him up to the breaking point. Harry's marriage had been seriously on the rocks for years as general unhappiness had morphed into bouts of carnal lust with various easy prey - the lonely neighbor, the woman at work, etc. He was clearly acting in a way a husband should not, but would never consider leaving his wife and kids.
This changed when Lucile entered the picture and Harry felt the familiar pull of lust but also something much, much deeper. An intense love affair occurred which would lead to a new type of relationship built on complete honesty. An honesty that would extend to desires of the bedroom. Or in this case of the van sized RV.
Harry and Lucile knew each other from their teenage years but had only reconnected six months ago. Living in different states meant difficulty seeing each other in person but also meant that each time was unique and intense and much anticipated.
Lucile was in her late 30s and an absolute goddess who exuded an air of elegance and confidence. Her pale skin was offset nicely against her long, raven black hair. Her eyes were piercing green and her cheeks high and accentuated by deep dimples. She was fairly tall with an athletic body which bore evidence of years of sports and maintaining an active lifestyle into adulthood. A thin neck that begged to be kissed was followed by strong shoulders. Her breasts perfect B-cups that, on the smaller side, were exactly how Harry liked them. Her waist seemed impossibly taught and narrow before flaring out to beautifully curved hips and an ass that begged to be held, or spanked. Perhaps the feature that drove Harry the most wild was the artwork tattooed around her body, each told a story, each was a place to visit.
Harry was in his early 40s. He had maintained himself well by riding his bike to work and lifting weights regularly. He would occasionally enter a race or a triathlon, not to try to win but to give a reason to improve himself and get stronger. He was no stranger to the neighborhood pool nor would he get any complaints taking off his shirt and taking a dip. He was six feet tall with brown hair with an easy smile that could put you instantly at ease. But his blue/green eyes belied a deeper soul wrought with the experiences of real life and yet a sparkle of youthfulness and excitement for the future.
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The new Mercedes van was about three times more than Harry wanted to spend on new accommodations but he need a change and new place to live along with mobility and this was going to be just the right solution. It was sleek and elegant, yet also unexpected and adventurous.
In a sense, it went along with the theme of this next phase of life - sexy and beautiful and dangerous and exciting.
-Knock-
Harry slid open the side door and caught his breath. After months of talking and selfies and FaceTime and two previous visits, she still took his breath away every time he saw her. He welcomed Lucile into the fully equipped tiny home that would be their first joint purchase, his apartment and their source of adventure.
She stepped up and he closed the door behind her, just before grabbing her in a full body embrace and kiss that would have been indecently long had they still been outside. Her tongue exploring his mouth and he behaving as one dying of thirst and discovering a spring. He couldn't resist the urge to grab her head and pull it to the side to expose her neck - one of his favorite features. Lucile felt his lips at first and then tongue, followed by his teeth as he explored with a bit of reckless abandon finally realizing that he probably shouldn't leave any visible marks when she still had to go back to work after lunch.
Harry pulled himself back long enough to realize he had a plan and needed to stick with it.
"I missed you." he said.
"I love you." Lucile responded.
"Close your eyes." he said in a stern voice.
She was anticipating that he would check to see if she had followed his instructions. She wondered how he would respond when he found out, hoping that this was what he really wanted from her.
But she heard him move across the RV instead and started to disobey and open her eyes.
"Keep them closed." Anticipating her moves.
She closed her eyes only to be shocked into opening them again with the loud
of the champagne bottle opening a few feet away.
"We need to celebrate! Mimosa, my Love?" he offered.
"Thank you."
He handed her her glass and lead her over to the rear captains chairs, comfortable but also out of sight of any outside eyes being in the main cabin.
"I could sit and look at your face and into your eyes all day," Harry started.
"I know the feeling exactly," she replied.
"Good." he continued "but finish your drink because we need to christen this home and we only have 50 minutes left."
"I want you to fuck me on every surface in here," she purred.
"I will fuck you how I want and where I want," asserting his dominance. "Your only choice in the matter was whether or not you followed my instructions and if you therefore need to be punished too."
"That's not fair - you didn't give me enough time and my boss was right there so I couldn't..." she began. Did he hear a bit of fear in her voice?
"Stand up."
She did as she was told and Harry knew this is exactly what she wanted. He wondered if her boss was even at work today.
"Turn around and put your hands on the wall," he commanded. Then he grabbed her throat with his left hand and whispered into her ear. "Let me see if you're a good girl or a bad girl."
He slid his right hand around her body and into her jeans. Immediately feeling that she had left on her panties in defiance of him. His already hard cock throbbed in his pants and she could feel it already pressed up against her well formed ass. His left hand could feel her face turn into a slight smile and he knew she planned this all along and was looking forward to what he had in store.
Harry reached in further and found her clit and began working it directly, the way she liked it most. He was somewhat surprised that he already felt her moisture on his fingers but it had been a few weeks since they last were together.
He pulled his fingers out of her pants and spun her around. She had to quickly recover her face to erase her smile and put on a hard look. Looking directly into her eyes he knew he loved this woman so much. He could simply kiss her for hours, but she was begging to be dominated.
"Open your mouth," he said. No sooner had she opened her lips again, perhaps to say some retort, he shoved his fingers, wet with her own juices, into her mouth. He was not gentle, as he wanted to foreshadow the treatment she'd soon get from other parts of him. But she responded immediately and began sucking and licking at his fingers. She was not going to back down.
"Take off your shirt. I want to see your tits when my cock is in your mouth," he growled.
"As you wish," she responded. Evoking an the unspoken reference.
He stopped her. "When we're out there, we're partners. 50/50 in everything. When we're in here, you'll address me as Sir. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir" she smiled.
"Good girl. Now continue, and get on your knees."
She removed her baggy v-neck shirt that was already rather revealing, only to expose the exact bra he wanted her to wear - the shear, leopard print one that held her exquisite breasts perfectly.
She got to her knees, finding the pillow he'd placed there for her on the hard floor. He did love her after all.
"Take it out and slap yourself with it since you're such a bad girl."
"MMmm. Yes sir." She pulled his large cock free and immediately had all of the tingles happening once again between her legs. Lucile loved it when he addressed her with such authority and the sight of his cock dangling at her lips was almost too much.
She grabbed his cock by the base and slapped his 8" against her cheeks a few times, hard enough that they both could feel it. She felt him start to gather up her long hair so that he could see her face as he entered her and take control when it pleased him to do so.
"Now stop fucking around. I want to feel you gagging on this cock. Your throat is mine to do as I please. I don't want any bullshit suburban blowjob, you need to take all of me in."
With that she pulled his cock into her mouth and far down her throat. She was doing her best to bob and go deep but he wanted more and used his handhold on the top of her head to force himself deeper into her throat.
