It all started when I was 18 senior in High School. I played trombone for the band during the football games. She played the tenor sax. I will never forget when she glanced my way on the bleachers.
She had sandy blonde hair that wrapped around her shoulders, gorgeous blue eyes, the physique of a goddess, fair skin, and the most amazing smile that you could ever imagine. She was a senior in High School as well. She had just turned 18 this last week. This all spelled for a good time, if I could ever find a way to play my cards right.
I've always thought of a woman's body as quite an amazing thing created by nature. The way their hips thrust forward if you nibble on their neck in just the right place, or the way their breasts rise and fall with the pace of their racing heart beat. Truly a work of art. She was no exception.
After we had gotten done with the fight song at half time, she looked my way. Our eyes met. It should have been only a moment, but she didn't look away. Neither did I. This little standoff was cut of by me ending with a sly wink and then returning to looking at my music for the next song.
Quite a few minutes passed and then we started playing the next song. It was just one of those songs that was supposed to make everyone jump up and start dancing, but it is a little difficult when the team is down by 44.
When I took my Trombone from my lips, I heard a soft voice from my right say, "Hey there."
I turned and it was her. I had never expected her to have made a move this quickly. "How have you been?" I replied with a slight smirk.
She moved a little closer to me.
"Pretty good, no complaining. It is pretty cold out here though."
I had brought a blanket that I had draping over my black and gold uniform. I brought it for the freezing temperatures that we were supposed to be enduring for the rest of the night.
"Well this is built for two," I replied holding up a corner of the blanket
"It does look cozy in there," She said as she wrapped herself into the blanket next to me. As she was adjusting the blankets she lightly brushed my shaft that was now beginning to come to life.
"Oh I'm sorry." She said
"No worries, it's all good." I replied trying to keep my composer.
"Well, if that's good, then could this be better." She whispered into my ear.
It was at that point that I felt her fingertips begin to softly caress my already enlarging shaft. It sent lighting throughout my entire body. I closed my eyes to take in as much of the sensations as I possibly could.
My eyes began to open when her thumb and forefinger found my zipper.
Slowly she unzipped my pants almost to tease me. It was at that point that I finally was able to think. I slowly moved my arm around her back and around her waist. I couldn't believe how small she really was.
I almost made it to her zipper when she released my shaft from its fabric prison. She had begun to stoke it very slow. Each movement seemed to have meaning behind it. If I had said it where heaven then it would be an understatement.
I gently touched her abdomen. It was so soft and smooth that I could barely believe it. I finally began to move down her stomach and released the top button and pulled the zipper that was keeping me from my prize. I pushed my way under her lacy thong and felt my way through her clean shaven enclosure.
I slowly began to rub her with the palm of my hand . I finally looked up at her when I did this. She began to bit her lip. Her eyes where closed. I supposed that she was taking in the moment the same as I was.
The soft touch of her hand around my member, made me feel compelled to go a little further. I used two fingers to feel my way inside her. Inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter her lips began to devour my fingers. It was so warm and tight. Her juices made it so easy to glide further inside of her.
I could tell that she wanted to gasp a few times. It was nothing negative, but we couldn't cause a scene. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Let's get out of here and finish this elsewhere."
She gave a nod.
After the much needed sign of approval on both parts, I slipped my fingers from her. I could still feel her juices on my fingers. I wanted to continue, but the promise of a better time with this rare find was tough to pass up as well.
As we began to adjust ourselves I told her that my car was in the parking lot. She nodded and said, "Let's go to my house. My parents are up north visiting family for the weekend. They won't be back until Sunday night."
My heart leaped at the idea.
"Sure, we can do that."
We made it out of the stadium unnoticed. We found my way to my Thunderbird and got in. It was no sooner that I was about to turn over the engine when she pulled me close and our lips met. Her lips parted between mine and the next thing I knew, her tongue was swimming inside my mouth. Soon enough, out tongues were in a dance that only they could seem to understand.
She tasted amazing. She tasted just the way a woman should. I could smell her vanilla perfume in the air. It heated my blood to even higher lengths.
We finally broke our erotic embrace to begin our travel. She told me to turn left out of the parking lot and to continue for a few miles. It would take a good ten minutes. She would tell me when to pull into the drive.
As we started to make it out of the parking lot, I felt my zipper being pulled at once more. I looked down and sure enough she was back at it again.
"She wants me more than I originally thought," I thought to myself.
She finally began to stoke my shaft once more, only this time she began to bend over. A warming sensation began to bathe my member. Using her saliva as a prime lubricant, she used her left hand in conjunction with her heavenly mouth to create sensations that made me begin to sweat.
Five minutes seemed like an eternity of pleasure. I almost had to pull over twice, but I was able to maintain control. I had to keep my eye on what needed to be done. I was going to give her the greatest night she had ever known.