That Autumn Day Pt 02

Oh my, I must have... where was I...? I get so lost in that memory. Oh yes, we kissed, and what a kiss it was. I have never had a kiss like that after, even through two wives and countless girlfriends. Never had a day like that either. The storm clouds had gathered, we were underneath that tree, on a blanket, growing thunder and flashes of light punctuating our make out session. There, that brings us to what came next.

My hands wandered up your back, and to the sides, and then one cupped as it slowly enveloped your breast, and I sighed as we felt a drop, followed by a multitude of drops, and the rain came. They were those big, large drops, as the clouds, heavy with water, suddenly can't contain themselves and burst forth in a sudden torrent. The sensible thing to do would have been to seek shelter, perhaps go to the car, but I didn't want to, and apparently, neither did you.

My hand was in heaven, cupping your breast as we continued to kiss, water beginning to stream down our faces. It was not overly large, as breasts go, in fact, it might be considered on the small size, but it fit my hand perfectly, and I gently squeezed it through your shirt and bra and felt the slight hardness of your nipple rising underneath. I started brushing my thumb against the hardening spot, and my heart danced when I felt your sigh. So little time had passed, but now we were completely soaked, and I could better feel the line of your upturned breast against the fabric.

You placed your hands at my belly, trying to get your fingers under my shirt. Given the weather, and our guaranteed isolation, I stopped to pull my shirt off and you Immediately followed in kind. Your palms settled on my chest as I reached behind you to unclasp your bra and was treated to the sight of your pert breasts, at once beaded with water, nipples pointing slightly up. I bowed my head and attacked them hungrily, my mouth trying to inhale a breast whole. My tongue, limber from its dance in your mouth, sought to tango with a nipple. It dipped and weaved, and pushed and teased, and you let out a little moan as my teeth lightly clamped down on it.

Your other breast did not escape attention and was groped and stroked the whole time. Your hands had moved from my chest to my back, and you had pulled us closer together. After a while I reversed my hand and mouth, and thumbed your now sensitive nipple as my mouth devoured your other breast with renewed ferocity. You rested your chin on my head as water continued to cascade around us, punctuated by boom crashes and flashes of light, as the storm proceeded to play itself out.

Meanwhile, another storm was brewing. You let out a little, what sounded like a growl. I was afraid I had bitten too hard, or squeezed too much, and when I looked up your eyes had a feral gleam to them. It was at once exhilarating and terrible, as if you had been driven to... something. You leaned your weight against me, and I had no way to stop the inevitable, slow fall backwards. Where you gleefully tried to pin my hands above my head and started kissing me again with renewed vigor.

Our earlier kisses were almost tender, enthusiastic but tentative. But now, they were wanton. Teeth against teeth, tongues wrestling, lips strained to their limits in a fierce battle of wills, and I was perfectly happy to let you appear the victor. I felt you release one hand, but still allowed you the illusion of control, and I felt it tugging at my belt. A kind of mindless fumbling, either through inexperience or distraction, and I freed one hand to help you. Soon my belt was free, and you unzipped my shorts, and then you abruptly stood up.

You stood over me, that same feral gleam in your eye, with a hint of amusement on your face, and quickly shimmied your shorts and panties to the ground. Stepping out of them, you stood over me, and through drops and trickles of water that clouded my vision, I gazed in awe at your naked form, clothed only in space, and a thousand tiny rivers. The rain had begun to subside, but our ardor had not, and as I saw you standing there, mist swirling around your body, I realized I was rock hard, my prick straining against my partially undone shorts, and I shivered in anticipation.

"Are you cold?" you asked, "I'll warm you up," and then you proceeded to first stand, your feet straddling my chest, and then squat, your ass on my belly, and then kneel, your thighs covering my sides. You placed your palms on my shoulders, and I reached up again to clasp your breasts as your head rolled to one side and your eyes closed letting out another soft moan. I forced my head up and you lowered herself so my mouth could envelope your nipples again, and I continued my silent feast as your hips started to sway and grind against my belly. My hard-on straining and bobbing in agreement.

I felt you shift your weight, and I considered rising up and flipping you over so I would be on top of you, but then you began to skootch yourself up, closer to my face, and I realized your skootch was to fill my face with your cootch. The rain had all but ended, with large drops still falling occasionally from the oak tree above us. In retrospect, not the safest place to be in a thunderstorm, but that had passed now, save the lingering booms on the far off horizon. Meanwhile, my nose filled with a musky scent, and I grabbed your butt and pulled you closer, so my face was fully in it. I tugged at your knees slightly to open your legs a little more, as my tongue pierced your lips, and danced in the folds of your nectar.

I traced the contours of your pussy with the neatly trimmed hair tickling my lips as my tongue stretched to explore the width and breadth of it. Your face gazed down at me as I rolled my eyes upward to meet yours, and you smiled, twining your fingers in my hair, and pulling my face even closer.

My tongue found your little rosebud, coyly hiding in its protective blanket, and I quickly lured it out with whispered promises and gentle prodding. Once free I pounced, lips seizing it and drawing it within me. Firmly held this way, my tongue began to tease it, evaluating this swirl, or that tapping, gauging my success by the changing grip of your fingers in my hair. Another gentle suck, your bud exposed to my probing tongue, and I wrote the alphabet on it in calligraphy, exaggerating every stroke.

A, B. C...

By S your grip on my hair told me your body was urging you on. Your hips grinding on my chest, your restlessness, your rising moans - I felt it building within you.

T, U V...

I ended and began again. A, B, C... J, K, L... You were writhing on me, and I had to grip your thighs to keep you in my mouth as your cry punctuated the still, moist air. Half wail, and half sharp gasping for breath, your thighs quivered, and your body shuddered as you arched your back, forcing my face even deeper into your perfumed garden. You shuddered again, and leaned forward, your head touching mine, as you gasped out a few choked sobs and became still.

You heard me try to speak, my voice muffled by your flesh, and you scooted back as fresh air rushed in, and I could breathe again. We remained like that for a moment, in stillness, catching our breath, and then you stretched yourself out full, laying on top of me, your mouth finding mine again. I was sure you could taste yourself on me because you started licking my mouth and chin and giggling, and I discovered you were ticklish when I squeezed your sides, and you let out a yelp and jumped. Resting on your elbows, looking at me, we both became aware of my hardness straining against my shorts still, and you ground down with your hips to meet it.

You lifted again, and scooted back more this time, and in one forceful movement pulled my damp shorts and underwear off in one quick motion. Lying exposed, my rod bobbing and bouncing at its newly one freedom, you looked down at me and as I tried to sit up you stood over me again, and sat down on my crotch, pushing me back down. I reached for your breasts again, finding your nipples with my thumbs, as you lifted your hips and guided my fully erect and straining member to your thoroughly irrigated furrow.

I knew you sank down faster than you expected, because we both gasped at how quickly and deeply, I rose up into you. Your gateway, so full of nectar, offered no resistance and we locked eyes as you fully mounted me, my hardness throbbing deep inside you. You swiveled your hips, and gained a steady footing, squatting over me, and your blossoming lily buzzed over my prostrate form like a bee over a flower.

I resumed playing with your breasts again, still in amazement of their form and perfection, their gentle upward curve, and pert, heard nipples were endlessly fascinating to me. But one of my hands sought a different prize and trailed lazily down your arm braced against my stomach, and reached forward to tease your little rosebud back out again. I could see you stiffen slightly at that, and your breathing increased as you exhaled a little gasp. Your moaning increased and soon you were arching your back again, in stillness, my manhood fully buried in you, your thighs shaking and quivering. You moaned and sighed a little, and with a giggle resumed your up-and-down bobbing on me. I watched as I fingered you, your lips grasping my shaft as it appeared and disappeared in a smooth but slowing rhythm.

I was extremely impressed (and grateful) for your stamina and enthusiasm, but it was obvious from your slowing movements and periods of grinding that you were getting tired. I fully appreciated the moments when you would rest on me, and I could feel my tip kissing your cervix as you would lean back, but my full ardor was upon me, and I was ready to act. I ceased my attention to your breasts, and your now oversensitive bud as you dreamily moaned, eyes closed, grinding, and placed my hands at your hips. You looked me amidst this sudden change, and I marshalled all of my strength and control and guided you to one side as my legs shifted to get under me, and (in a single movement that's hard to describe), flipped you over (gently) on to your back so you were prone, your legs open, and I was still between them, and still deeply buried in you.

I had to trust I would hold out long enough to pleasure you once more, and I started deeply thrusting into you, while your hands found my hair again and urged me on. I so much wanted to savor the feeling of being in you, and I tried to maintain control, but I imagine I had that same feral gleam in my eyes that you had, and I could not control my hips as my phallus plunged into you with increasing ferocity. You responded by opening your legs further and raising your knees to rest the heels of your feet on my lower back. My elbows supported my weight, and I was able to lean down once more and greedily kiss you again. Our kisses now were wanton, and utterly without shame or self-awareness. Together our breath and our voices rose as we looked to give voice to the rising tide cresting to engulf us.

You choked some sobs back from my mouth as my breath caught in its own ragged moan, and you stiffened, as your arms reached behind my back. Pulling me closer, your mouth now by my ear, I could hear your sobbing moans building, and I lost it. I could feel the pressure building in my jewels, and that moment, hearing you as your pleasure began to peak, I felt it well up in me as I passed the point of no return. With a rising moan in your ear, and a throaty wail in mine, I felt the spasm begin as I thrust again deeply into you and that first eruption spattered against your womb.

Your back arched and your body was taut as a low wail came from your lips. My moans had changed to grunts as I deeply, but shallowly thrust into you, my fluid pumping forcefully, further irrigating your fertile field. As your body relaxed, my thrusts subsided, and I cradled your face in my hands, kissing you tenderly again, momentarily sated and love-drunk. You languorously stretched and held me loosely, your fingers tracing trails on my back. With my manhood still in you, we caressed one another and giggled about what had just occurred.

Remembering your face, your lips swollen from passion, your hair disheveled and wet, your enchanting brown eyes dreamily meeting mine, I am left with a profound regret. We dried ourselves off as best we could, and redressed ourselves, and I drove you home. The next day I left for school, an overseas graduate program, and we agreed to write every day, but my letters were always unanswered, and I never found out what happened to you. Your family was gone when I returned, and no one knew anything.

Yet, after a few short days, you were the most memorable person I ever knew.