The following is an account of actual events; 0% fantasy and 100% reality. Please enjoy!
As soon as our eyes met, I could see that he was looking at me like I was his next meal. An insatiable hunger lingered behind those beautiful blue eyes. "You drove me crazy yesterday. It's all I can think about," he said as he grabbed me around the waist and started slowly running his tongue up my neck, toward my ear.
There is a direct connection between my neck and my pussy. It throws me into a euphoric, dream state almost. My pussy reacts accordingly every single time, and he knew it.
He continued talking as his tongue danced slowly over my neck. It took an immense amount of concentration to even comprehend what he was saying.
"You knew exactly what you were doing, wearing that short dress...bending over in front of me at every opportunity. Biting your lip when you looked at me from across the room. Grazing your ass across my cock as you squeezed past me at work."
"You're lucky that fucking you in the walk-in cooler was all you got last night." As soon as he said that my mind was a-flurry of thoughts from closing time the night before. I had walked into the cooler to put things away and when I turned around, he stood there with a rock-hard erection and a big smile. My eyes widened like a kid on Christmas morning.
He unzipped his pants, and his cock practically sprang out of his underwear. "Get over here right now and let me fuck you," he commanded, and it was so fucking hot, it was all I could do not to run. Our hands were all over each other, kissing, licking, rubbing, grinding.
He grabbed both my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I locked my legs around him and could feel his cock pushing against my pussy. There was nothing but the thin, wet material of my panties between me and his cock. He grabbed my panties at the crotch and ripped them completely off.
"Heyyy! I liked those!" I exclaimed. "Well I don't really care, baby. I like your pussy and I don't want anything in the way." Suddenly I didn't give a shit either. "What panties?" I thought.
His animalistic thirst for my pussy was intoxicating. I'd never been so turned on. My pussy and his cock were like two magnets as soon as he threw what was left of my panties onto the floor. He shoved his cock up in me so hard that we fell back against the ice-cold wall. He was up on the tips of his toes, pressing against me, working so hard to make sure every last inch of that cock was as far as he could get it inside me. We fucked all over that cooler. Food and health inspectors would've had a field day had they known all the violations that went down in there.
He forcefully turned me around, so my back was pressed against his chest. "And just what might you be thinking about right now?" he said, as he lifted my hair and began kissing the back of my neck now, his hand caressing and rubbing all over my body. My eyes closed and I reached up and gently placed my hand around the back of his head. I didn't want him to stop.
"I was thinking about what you did to me in that cooler last night and how much I really wanted to do it again." He continued kissing my neck. My knees started to give a little. "Do you think someone could cum, simply from someone kissing on their neck?" I asked. "Because...mmmm, I feel like I could easily do that right now." He replied, "Someone? Ehh, maybe. You? Most definitely, kitten." I loved when he called me that. It was endearing and playful.
He continued, "I've never been with anyone that feels everything as much as you do, which takes everything we do to another level. You make it incredibly hard not to want to touch you, kiss you, fuck you at every opportunity." I turned my head, and my mouth met his and we kissed as he slowly spun me back around. My pussy responded accordingly. I wanted him so badly.
He pulled back and said, "I have an idea. It's a beautiful day, let's go on a hike." I inquired, "You want to go on a hike, huh? What kind of hiking would you like to do?" "The kind that entails me eating your pussy, maybe." We both loved the sound of that and were soon pulling through the park gate.
The guy at the gate greeted us and handed him a map of all the trails. While he was flipping through the book, the guy at the gate was looking me up and down. It was extremely obvious and caught me off guard. He looked up and immediately noticed. "Thanks, bud," he said, as his hand slid over onto my thigh. He gave him a smile and we drove away.
"That guy was eyeballing you," he said. "He's lucky he can still see because I wanted to punch him in the fuckin face." He was so protective that it bordered possessive. "Honey, that man couldn't hold a candle to you and when I'm with you, I don't see anyone else," I assured him, which was a little white lie.
Of course, I wasn't blind. I noticed beautiful men and women all day long, but this wasn't the type of honesty he could handle, so I kept it to myself. I knew that ultimately he didn't have to worry about me...or us. Besides that, my loyalty kept me on a straight path.
Speaking of paths....
My heart and mind were racing as we winded around through the trails. I was briefly distracted by the flora and fauna, but he was focused. We walked for about a half mile, flirting and touching constantly. A few times we were interrupted by hikers moving in the opposite direction but mostly it was pretty quiet.
