Before going to dinner, we took off on a trail that cut through a meadow; we watched birds flit through the prairie flora and a quick peck on her lips became an intense make-out session.
Well, it escalated, "You got me all wet, sweetie," and her grin exploded. We were miles from anyone, so we were uninhibited, and Megan got that familiar lusty smile. Before flinging her panties aside, she held them up to my face, "Check out your work." I pressed them into my face and inhaled the arousal; her subtle musk was intoxicating. If I wasn't rock hard before, I was after that.
I laid my shirt down and she carefully laid back on a bench. Basking in the comforting glow of the sun, she tipped her head way back and flexed her back, thrusting her breasts higher. The warm sunlight found the sensuous curves and swells of her feminine form (I remember it vividly, yet today and always wished I had a photo). I buried my face in the abundant flesh of her breasts...they were perfection. Her nips were hard, and I went back and forth, suckling each, while my fingers dug deep into the fleshy mounds...D-cup ecstasy!
When she spread her legs, I knew what she wanted, but we didn't have lube. To loosen her up some, I flicked my tongue up and down over the moist lips and she groaned softly, "Yeah, sweetie...more...mmmm...more...lick me more."
My tongue lapped harder over the soft, pulsing flesh. Her clit was out already, and I teased it to ripeness. It quickly overwhelmed her with a need for more and she demanded, "Rob...Rob...oh god, lick it...lick my clit...lick it...mmmm...lick it!"
My tongue darted back and forth, and she groaned with pleasure. I knew it felt damned good, so I kept going, rapidly flicking for a moment, backing off occasionally to work my tongue inside.
"Oh Rob...don't stop," she moaned, "don't stop...don't fucking stop...yeah...yeah...yeah, do my clit, baby...do my clit!"
Wanting to continue the teasing, I laughed, but she grabbed for the back of my head and pushed my face into her pussy. Getting the message, I thrust my tongue just a few more times, before going back to what she really needed. I started finger-fucking her, while working the bud; it was rock-hard, at that point. She was grinding and I could barely breathe, but I pondered that it might be a pleasant way to go...suffocation by cunnilingus.
She humped into my face and I worked my hand down from her waist, until her butt cheek overwhelmed it. I gave it a squeeze, digging in with my fingers, while grinding my tongue over her throbbing clit. Servicing her with all I had, with my fingers, lips and tongue, I had her shuddering with pleasure.
Wildly slurping, sucking and pumping my fingers, the sound of sloppy, wet arousal and redwing blackbirds melded with her moans. Megan wasn't a squirter, but she could get crazy wet sometimes; and when she really started bucking her hips, I thought she might squirt...or explode. "That's it...that's it...oh Rob...Rob...keep...keep it up ...yeah...yeah...yeah...make me...make me cum...oh god make me cummmm!"
Her hips bucked forward, and she smothered my face with wet pussy. "Ohhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...oh god...oh god! Rrrrobbbb...Rrrrobbbbb...fuck...fuck...fuckkk...fuckkkkkkk!"
She laid back in a quivering heap to catch her breath; my fingers were soaked, but I continued, slowly pumping into the tight embrace of her sated pussy. With my face moist with sex, I raised up to kiss her, fucking her mouth with my tongue, in the same steady pace.
When I looked into her eyes, the sexy, lustful grin was telling and I whispered, "I gotta have more of that pussy, baby...I didn't get enough...but I'll go easy...easy on your clit."
She grinned, "Sweetie, I'm so horny...you can have anything you want! I know we're supposed to meet Becca at 7, but I'm fine canceling; I know she'd understand," she giggled.
I gave her another lingering kiss, before sliding down over her sculpted, feminine curves. I looked up from the tasty reward, between her legs, "No, we can still make it...just ten...maybe fifteen minutes...promise." I dove back in, aggressively fucking my tongue into her pussy and delicately teasing the bud. My fingers pumped back inside, and I flicked my tongue around her clit...barely touching it...just teasing it. It wasn't long before it was throbbing...and she was begging, again. I pulled my fingers out to suck off the pussy, while she watched; I was confident and grinned, "I got this, sweetie!"
After my display of cocky arrogance, I went back down on her and kicked things up, wildly working her clit. She moaned, almost uncontrollably, grinding into my face. Racing the clock...sort of...I knew she was in the final stretch and continued until it overwhelmed her; her butt bucked up off the bench and she screamed. "Fuckkkk! Fuck Rob...cumming...I'm cumming...cumming...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...yeah...yeah...yeahhhhh!"
There was a brief pause while we both caught our breath, but I said something stupid like, "I think we need to do more bird-watching. What do you think?"
She laughed, "Bird-watching without panties...I'm in!"
We both started laughing when she struggled to put on her panties, tugging them over the flip-flops. I steadied her till she was mostly composed, and she took off, "Race you to the car!"
Once on the road, she pulled out a wipe and giggled, "Here sweetie, use this on your face...I don't mind and I know you don't, but I don't think you should go to dinner with pussy on your face."
We were only fifteen minutes away and made it to the restaurant just as Becca was arriving. I whispered, "See...two orgasms and we made it to dinner on time...I'm a keeper."
"You are a keeper, sweetie...I've always known that."
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We parked on the deck with a beer and talked, after we got back to the cabin. "Sorry, I guess I should have warned you about the flirting; she's always been like that when she drinks. I'm so proud of you, though...changing the topic and ignoring it all."
My favorite line of the night has to be when she said, "I don't always wear panties, because I like to surprise Jason and fuck him till my pussy hurts." And then she even continued, I laughed, "You know, I love it when my pussy hurts!"
"I know...I know...that's Becca with wine! I like that too, but I don't announce it to someone I just met," she grinned.
"Obviously he wasn't there, tonight, but guys do like to watch a girlfriend teasing other guys. They see what I hottie they have and know they can go home and fuck...and some like to it go further and watch the girlfriend fuck other guys." I grinned, "You know...like when I watch you and Darin."
"I know sweetie, I like having you watch, and I love having two guys, sometimes...and I really like watching you and Darin fuck...it's really hot."
"So, does Jason like watching her tease...or does he watch her fuck? Or does she do other guys without him?"
"No...no, nothing like that. When she's in a relationship, she's all talk; she never screws other guys. Though, when we were roommates and she was single, I rescued her a few times. She was awful and really got herself into trouble...almost got herself assaulted by two guys from a bar."
Shaking her head and grinning, "On that happy note, I wouldn't mind jumping you...I think we need to pick up where we left off before dinner. After Becca's teasing and what happened this afternoon, you have to be ready."
"You can jump me...anytime...anywhere, sweetie!"
She caressed through my jeans, and I groaned, as she wrapped her fingers around it; giving it a lustful squeeze, she grinned, "Let me do you...let me suck it."
I shucked my pants (and underwear) down and the straining cock went with them but flew back to slap over my belly. She gazed hungrily with eyes, hazy with cock-lust, "Oh yeah, that's what I need," and her hands slid up over my thighs. Arching upward from my pubes, the veiny erection was a big, stout and banana-like, throbbing with life...bobbing with each heartbeat.
Mmmm...cock-lust...it's a look I've been familiar with since high school. For whatever reason (maybe the situation reminded me of a sexual encounter on her parent's deck), I flashed back to Valerie, one of my very first girlfriends. She always looked hungry when a cock came out; she'd been with a good friend, the team's running back, but they broke up and I stepped in.
I remember he said she always loved to play with his dick, but thought she wanted something bigger. I was only the second guy she'd been with, so she had no experience with what you might consider a big dick. She only knew I was bigger and that must be better.
Anyway, Valerie and Jason never got past the blowjob stage, and I remembered her parents were gone for the weekend and we tried to do it on the deck. It didn't go well that first time; I had five condoms (yes five) but no lube and it would not go in. I was rock-fucking-hard, but she was just too tight. I got an amazing blowjob that night and I vividly recall that lusty look...or cock-lust. We tried a few weeks later with great success...she was still tight as fuck, but I licked her till she was ready, and I used way too much lube. She was my first and she was the first girl I ever ate out.
When Megan's fingertips trailed over the hard flesh, the sensation made her pussy wet. She was mesmerized and her gaze never left the prize, as she pumped with both hands. The flared head, crowning the shaft, looked like a crimson plum, bobbing above her hands. She held the base and slowly stroked the top half with the other. Separating the flared head from the shaft, the corona formed a broad ridge. With Megan being petite, she worshipped that ridge when it raked over her pussy's tight walls; it defined ecstasy for both of us.
Locking her eyes with mine, she dropped to her knees to take it in her mouth. The intensity of her blue eyes was breathtaking, while she swirled her tongue over the head. There wasn't any yet, but precum drool wasn't far off.
