Eric was waiting for her in the small coffee shop near to the office where she worked. Sipping his brew, he tapped fingers on the counter, mulling over the evening's plan. What on earth would they do tonight? Maybe go dancing? No way...he preferred jazz and she was into contemporary which he found hard to even sit through. Dinner? Maybe a movie?
He never knew exactly what to do because he wasn't very good at planning activities when he felt like this. Actually, if he were being brutally honest, what he really wanted was to get laid. He was horny, god awful horny, especially since dating Kathleen. Sex was pretty much all he could think of and he had little interest in much else at the moment.
Just then, in she walked. Spotting him from across the room, she flashed a radiant smile and blew a kiss. His heart raced in anticipation. She came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressed her luscious tits to his back. His cock stirred. She kissed his neck and ear; the feel of her warm lips against his skin sent a thrill through his body. He put his hand to his cheek and he could feel heat.
He turned and looked up, his eyes roaming her body taking in how absolutely hot, how breathtakingly hot she looked. The short black dress she wore clung to every exquisite curve and showed off long, shapely legs while the open top barely covered her nipples unveiling lush cleavage. Her tits were incredible, like ripe melons, that he could imagine his tongue tasting.
Then he gave her a kiss, smiled, and got a whiff of vanilla. She had most likely put it between her tits. He guessed her nipples probably tasted of it; he had a weakness for the aroma and the taste of vanilla. She knew it too.
Kathleen was terribly provocative, she always wore very high heels; and he watched the sway of her ass when she walked in front him. The roundness and firmness of her swaying bottom was tantalizing, and he was well aware that other guys noticed it too.
It didn't make him jealous. In fact, he kind of got off on the way some guys couldn't take their eyes off her. He had never dated such an overtly flirtatious, sexy girl. He wasn't exactly her steady boyfriend, but they had gone out several times especially this last month. But he had to admit he wanted it to become a more regular thing.
He had had fantasies about her. Daydreaming about that delectable ass, the softness of her D cup tits in his mouth and those full warm lips encircling his cock, he imagined her as a slave, a sex slave, of course, naked, in a collar and on a leash. He'd imagine her serving his needs, kneeling at his feet, begging for him, wanting to suck him and do anything to please him. When he had these kind fantasies, he'd have to jerk off so he was doing plenty of that lately.
She turned to him, lifting his face with her finger, kissing his mouth kind of passionately, her long, red hair falling over him. He sniffed the vanilla, momentarily flashing on her stripped bare, on her stomach and in his bed with that come hither look she did so well. His mouth went dry so he kissed her shoulder pulling her closer, asking how she was.
She sat down then, very near to him, her thigh touching his thigh. A surge went through his body which he was sure she must have felt. She touched his face with her hand again, removing a crumb and held him in her eyes for a moment. Green, her eyes were dark green, like emeralds twinkling in the dim lights.
She believed he was tired and said so, and he talked a bit about his day. She moved even closer while he had urges to let his hands roam all over her body, but they were in a public place, so he controlled himself. He asked if she had any ideas about what to do, then make a few suggestions.
All she said was that she wanted to go for a drive. He was game, thinking that then they could go back to his place or park somewhere. Walking to his car he rubbed her ass, she giggled, kissing him again before getting in the car.
As they rode she cuddled right next to him, taking his hand, kissing the palm and putting her head on his shoulder. He felt surges in his groin as she snuggled and he hoped they would not be driving for too long before stopping somewhere. He asked where she thought they should go.
"Anywhere, nowhere.I don't care; I just want to be with you."
He tried to talk but she put her hand on his leg, rubbing his thigh through his clothes then took his hand and placed it on her boob. My god! How he loved her tits! His mouth watered. She kept touching him while he was driving, stroking his thigh, his face, his belly...and then her hands went between his legs.
He wanted to pull over and just fuck her right there in the car on the side of the road, but instead he told her she was driving him crazy and he couldn't drive with her all over him. Then she put his hand between her legs, and he felt how wet her panty was. He was hot as hell and she was sizzling so it was clear they had to stop. He was afraid he would have an accident. When she whispered how much she wanted him inside her, he had trouble staying on the road.
He was about to pull over and just do it on the side of the highway, when she spoke up, "If we go up about a mile, there's a stop sign, make a left. I know a place we can stop."
She kissed his hand again, sucked his finger and snuggled against him as he drove. She tried to sit quietly but had trouble restraining herself. When they got to the sign, he turned down a dark road that seemed awfully deserted.
He wanted to stay in the car and said so, he wanted to fuck, and he wanted it as quickly as possible. He kissed her, started to feel her body, reached for her pussy, stroked her thighs and mouthed her breasts. The whole time he kept telling her that he was crazy mad with wanting her, that she was so sexy, and so hot that she was making his blood boil.
She moaned telling him she wanted him too and ran her fingers over his groin. Whispering, she said if they walked through the trees a bit, there was a path, and a place that was much better than the car. She said they would be more comfortable, empahasizing that then they could do what they both wanted, which was to "fuck." She even used the word which excited him even more.
At this point, he would have followed her anywhere, so they found the path and walked, stopping to kiss, rub and grind their bodies together. Coming to the clearing, he saw a small pond with a small sand beach. The reflection of the moon on her and on the water was breathtaking.
He took her hand pulling her to him, but she broke away. This surprised him until he saw her reach into a pail and pull out a blanket. She was talking as she put it on the sand, telling him that a friend owned the property and that he was away for the summer.
He wondered if "the friend" was a boyfriend, and if they fucked. He didn't much care though; he just wanted his cock in her pussy as quickly as possible. He could see that there was a cabin about 100 feet away, but it was dark.
He was growing impatient, hungering to feel his cock plunging into her sweetness, but he hesitated, not wanting to do anything that might possibly interfere with that destination. So he let her take the lead.
Kicking off her shoes, she knelt, helping him off with his. She bent down, kissed his feet and that mass of red hair fell over his legs and feet. The back of her neck was exposed and he thought it was erotic. He flashed on the slave images he always had and noticed she had a mark on her back that he didn't recall. He wondered about it ever so briefly then resumed focusing on his cock.
She pulled his hand bringing him to eye level in front of her. He touched her hair, neck and shoulders, the silky softness of female skin never ceasing to amaze him. He inhaled the scent of vanilla and began to lick her, mouthing her tits, pulling her top down fully exposing her nipples. Lord! How he lusted for those tits...for her body...for her pussy.
She moaned with pleasure, so he began to pull at her dress, but she started to undress him instead, opening his shirt kissing and licking his chest as if she would taste every part of his body. Then she bit him, it didn't hurt, but it was a bite nonetheless.
She opened more buttons and pulled his shirt out of his pants. Her breath was rapid, almost a pant, as she squirmed, rubbing against him, her face flushed and hot. Her behavior incited feverish responses in him, the heat seeming to penetrate his clothing.
