"Good morning," Taylor said as I walked into the kitchen on Tuesday morning.
"Good morning," I responded as I sat down at the table wearing only a pair of boxers. "Did you sleep well?"
Last night, after our intense sexual session in the kitchen, she passed out with her head on my shoulder. I picked her up and gently carried her to bed. Even though I myself had slept all day, I slid into bed with her and was out for the night.
"I slept like a baby," she said as she gave me a kiss and sat down on my lap. "You must have been tired, you were out like a light when I got up."
"Must've been."
I could not help but notice how cute she looked wearing a tight red t-shirt and a pair of red cutoffs. Combine that with the straight hair look that I loved so much and I had another noticeable arousal in my underwear.
"You are always on aren't you?" she asked as she ran her hand across my chest.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"That little...sorry, big tent in your boxers," she said with a laugh.
"Can I help it that you are so damn adorable?" I said with a laugh of my own.
"Well, put it away. You haven't showered since you got home. I like the way you taste but I have my limits," she said as she sipped from her coffee cup. "I already took a shower but if you want, I could watch you."
I stood up, grabbed her by the hand and quickly led her to the bathroom. Once there, she stripped my boxers down and turned the shower on. As I stepped in, she sat down on the toilet seat and took another sip of coffee. We exchanged smiles before I started bathing myself.
Taylor remained seated, her eyes working me up and down as I worked the washcloth around my body. I saw a devilish smile when it was time to clean my genitals. I slowly worked the cloth around my cock (which was standing at full attention). It did not take long for her to realize that "cleaning" was not exactly what I was doing.
Once I felt it was clean enough, I dropped the washcloth and proceeded to continue "cleaning" my cock with only my hand. I kept my eyes locked on Taylor, who put her cup down and started rubbing herself under the cutoffs. From where I was standing, I could see that she had decided against wearing underwear today. It was only a few seconds before she closed her eyes and became lost in her own lust.
I slowly turned the water off and stepped out of the shower; my hand still doing its job on my penis. After a few steps, I was less than a foot away from my horny girl. I was about to grab her hand and place it around my cock when she loudly moaned and pressed her head against the wall, arching her back. I placed my hand on her head and stroked her hair as her orgasm washed over. She quickly came down and slowly opened her eyes.
"That was quick...someone must've been horny too," I said, still stroking her hair with one hand and my cock with the other.
She gave me a cute smile before reaching into her pocket. She opened her hand and revealed a half-smoked joint. I guess I had not noticed but now when I looked into her eyes, I could see that they were very bloodshot.
"I was, and I still am," she smiled. "I think of got the munchies coming on too. You think you can feed me something I really," she brushed her hand against the throbbing head of my cock. "REALLY like?"
I increased the pace of my strokes and in no time was ready to feed her. I pulled her head in closer and gave myself the last few strokes before exploding onto her face. I aimed for her mouth but my cum came out wildly and spread from her chin up to the top of her head. Only a few drops landed in her mouth but I was very sure that she did not mind. When I was done she licked the head clean before looking over her shoulder in the mirror, inspecting the facial she just received.
"I look pretty good with cum on my face," she said.
I could not help but laugh and respond with, "You do." I reached into the bathtub, retrieved the wash cloth and started cleaning the mess I made on her. The smile never left her face throughout the cleaning.
One we were both clean and dry, I walked with her into the bedroom and got dressed while she stared at me with her glazed, red eyes. She handed me the joint and a lighter after I tossed my shirt on. Without hesitation, I lit it and began my own session. I quickly smoked the joint down to next to nothing and, in no time, was very high.
"Dan, can I ask you something?" Taylor asked me.
"Sure, ask away," I responded as I put out the joint.
"Your birthday is coming up soon, right?"
"Yeah, three weeks from today. Why do you ask?"
"I just wanted to make sure I was right. I have a big surprise lined up for you," she said as she slipped on her sandals.
She walked out of the bedroom for about a minute before walking back in. In her hand was an envelope, which she handed over to me.
"Take this," she said.
I opened the envelope to find a plane ticket to Nashville, Tennessee for the day before my birthday.
"You didn't have to do this," I said as I stared at the ticket.
Taylor walked up to me and gave me a hug before whispering into my ear, "Yes I did, your birthday is going to be the best day of your life...I promise."
I kissed her before putting the ticket in a safe place. I did not know exactly what she had planned but after the experiences I've had over the last three months, I knew that my twenty-fifth birthday would be amazing.
"I'm still hungry, do you want to go out to eat?" she asked me.
"Sure thing, I know a nice secluded little diner about a mile away," I responded. "You might want to change your shirt before we go." She gave me a puzzled look before I pointed down at the dry streak of cum resting on her shoulder. "That is unless you want the old ladies at the diner to know what we did earlier."
"I'll just wear my vest over it," she said as she led me out of the bedroom.
Taylor went through her bag and pulled out a black vest, putting it on to cover the cum that rested on her shirt. Even though it was covered, it was still arousing to know that she was going out in public with my marking on her.
We walked outside and loaded into my car. It was a very warm April day in the Pacific Northwest, so we made sure to roll the windows down before we headed off. As I drove down the street to the diner, I looked over at Taylor and saw her beautiful hair whipping in the wind. She looked over at me and giggled before sticking her hand out the window and patting the roof. I did not exactly know why she did that but she was very high...and so was I, so I let it go and just laughed. She kept finding new ways to make herself sexier. Once we arrived at the diner, she grabbed onto my hand and smiled again.
"Hey, do you know if the beaches are open?" she asked me.
"The main beaches are closed but the private beaches are always open...since very few people know about them," I said.
"Want to spend the day at the private beach? I promise I'll make it worth your while," she said with a flirtatious tone.
"You should know by now that I can't really say no to you."
We kissed before exiting the car and entering the diner. Luckily, the only person there was the old lady behind the counter who was not "pop-culture-savvy" and had no idea who Taylor was. Nothing like a nice, quiet breakfast with the most beautiful woman in the world and nobody hounding her for autographs or pictures. I had not realized it at first but this was really the first time we had gone out in public since the win-a-date. While doing nothing but getting high and having sex was great (really great) it was nice to go out with her. It felt like we were more than just fuck-buddies now.
We sat down and ordered our breakfasts. We made small talk as we waited for our food to arrive. When it finally did arrive, we scarfed it down like we had never eaten before. I never looked over at the old lady but I'm sure that she was confused as to why we ate so fast. I doubt she knew that we had a certain "appetite enhancer" helping along. Within two minutes, our meals were gone and we were both satisfied. After the check was paid and a tip was left, we scurried back home to gather some appropriate beach items.
Taylor rummaged through her bags and picked out a brand new black bikini. She undressed in the living room and quickly put it on before covering it with the clothes she had been wearing earlier. She put her sun glasses on and skipped out to the car. I went into my room and swapped my shorts and underwear for a red pair of swimming trunks. I grabbed some towels, lotion, food, drinks and weed and followed her outside.
As we drove out to the beach, I noticed Taylor pulling her shirt away from her body, signaling that she was hot. Before I could ask her if she was too warm, she pulled the red, cum-stained shirt off of her body and held it out the window.
"It's too fucking hot for this thing," she said before letting go, leaving the shirt to fly away in the rear-view mirror.
She spent the rest of the drive playing with her bikini top, flashing me several times. I tried my hardest to keep my eyes on the road but when a beautiful woman wants you to see her breasts, you have to look.
I was kind of disappointed when we reached the beach...I was enjoying the little show she was giving me but my disappointment quickly went away when I remembered that we would be spending a nice day on the beach alone. She was almost in shock when we stepped onto the sand. Never before had she seen a beach so empty on a day so hot.
"This is so cool," she said. "No people, no lifeguards...no rules!"
Before I could answer her, she untied her bikini top and let it hit the hot sand. She stood in front of me, topless and smiling. She grabbed onto my shirt and quickly tore it off of me. She held onto the shirt and walked towards the center of the sand. I followed her and pulled out two towels, resting them on the ground. Taylor sat down on the red towel and started taking off her shorts. Within seconds, she sat on the beach wearing only a skimpy bikini bottom that barely covered her perfect pussy.
