Note: This is the last chapter of the "Midnight Snack" adventure. You might want to check out the other two chapters, though you should be able to get a good sense of what's happening as these two lovers sneak off and satisfy their appetites. Hope you like it.
Peacekeeper25
*
Jenny baffled but also intrigued me. She seemed able to keep her secret life separate from her public life. The fact that she was getting married in two weeks and felt no guilt for our wild secret fucking was not an issue for her. I remember the passionate way she said, "But I love my secret life. I love my body, my mind, my freedom and no one can stop me from being me."
At dinner, she was reserved and hardly paid attention to me. No one had a clue what was going on between us. Except for a few glances and a slight smile, we were two people at opposite ends of the table. She knew I would be leaving in the morning and I wondered whether we would have another midnight snack.
After dinner she said she was going to take a walk on the beach and did anyone else want to go. Our eyes briefly met as she stood, but everyone was involved in a conversation and just waved goodbye as she walked out to the back porch. I didn't move for several minutes after she left and then got up and said, "I think I'll take a little walk myself and walk off some of this dinner."
The others continued their conversation over coffee and didn't pay much attention to my leaving. I went out the back door and saw Jenny walking down the beach towards the ocean. The full moon was low over the water and sent a long silver glow towards the shore. Jenny was now standing barefoot on the edge of the water. She heard me approach, turned and smiled, then looked back at the ocean.
When I stood next to her, she was silent and so was I. Finally, she turned to me and said, "You probably think it's horrible that I'm fucking you and getting married in two weeks."
"I'm intrigued by your secret life and how you can keep your sex life separate from your everyday life. I mean, which is the real you?"
"It's all the real me," she said. "It's just two sides of a coin."
"Does your husband- to- be know this about you?" I asked.
"Yes, and it's one of the things he loves about me—he likes hearing about my little escapades. It turns him on." She said. "We love playing games with each other."
"I see. Does your sister know this about you?"
"No, and no one else does except John, the guy I'm marrying and now you." She paused and said, "You're a great lover. I loved how you got into my little farmer's daughter game this afternoon."
"That was pretty wild," I said, feeling myself getting hard just thinking about it.
"Sex is fun and it's amazing what intense pleasure our minds and bodies can give us. Being able to imagine a scene like that or any scene and just fuck and feel free—what an amazing gift we've been given."
"Is that you or the poet speaking?" I asked.
"Same thing—It's me—the poet, the secret self, the public self—it's all my life and I wouldn't want it anyway."
"Are you a free spirit?" I asked.
She took my hand and placed them between her tits. "Feel my heart beating." she said. "My heart, my mind, my spirit, my body and being alive and able to experience the thrilling sensation of fucking is such a miracle."
I looked at the intensity of her eyes as she spoke. I held my hand on her heart and she moved it to her nipples and said, "I love how my tits feel when they're played with. I get so turned on. I love how your hands feel."
My cock was growing hard and she reached down and started rubbing it and said, "This feels delicious. Let's just tease each other and then I'll come in your room for our midnight snack."
I took my hands off her tits and grabbed her ass and pulled her towards me and rubbed my cock against her pussy. "You're so hard," she whispered in my ear, then licked the outside of it. "Ummmmmmmm you feel so good." Then she pushed herself away and breathlessly said, "Later, lover."
"What's going to happen later?" I asked, wanting to continue teasing each other with words.
Jenny knew what I was doing and smiled, "You'll see," she said.
"What will I see?" I asked.
"I'm going to sneak into your room and tease you with my naughty ways. Then you're going to eat my pussy and I'm going to suck your cock and we're going to drive each other crazy and just before you come you're going to fuck me hard." "You like to be fucked hard, don't you?"
"Yes. That's what I want. I want you to take me. Spread my legs wide so that I'm open to you and then I want you to ram your cock into me and fuck my brains out."
My cock was hard and Jenny looked down at the tent in my pants and smiled. "I bet you want to fuck me right now, don't you?"
"I do. You sure know how to turn me on," I said. "You're something else."
There was a silence and then she said, "Do you know what the word fuck means?"
"What do you mean, do I know?" I asked, puzzled by her question and amazed how she shifted gears.
"The letters are initials For Unforgivable Carnal Knowledge."
"I never heard that one before," I said.
"Well, that's what it stands for and it's the word "Unforgivable" that I hate. They take something so beautiful and make it seem like it's a sin. When I fuck I feel ecstasy. I feel so in touch with something so beautiful and holy. How did something so amazing and such a God-given gift become something "unforgivable? It's nuts."
"You're quite the philosopher, aren't you?" I said, impressed how she could go from slutty talk to serious, intellectual thinking.
"Philosopher." She repeated. "Not really, It's just I feel our society's attitudes towards sex are fucked up."
It was starting to get chilly and she said, "I'm going in now. Why don't you come back in about five minutes or so and we can keep our little secret."
"Okay," I said and watched her walk up to the house.
She turned and said, "See you at midnight, lover."
-------------------------------------------------
I had several Jack Daniels while we sat around the living room and I noticed Jenny had a couple of gin and tonics. I was feeling the effects of my drinking while I sat by the window in my room and thought Jenny seemed pretty drunk. I glanced at the clock and saw it was approaching midnight. Just then I heard a knocking on my door and went to open it.
When I open the door, I was stunned by Jenny's appearance. She was dressed in a short tight denim skirt with cowboy boots and a red tank top that barely covered her large tits. Before I could say anything, she said, "I'm so sorry to be knocking on your door so late at night but my car just broke down and I need to make a phone call for a tow truck. I saw your light on. I'm so sorry. I hope I'm not disturbing you."
I was taken back by how sexy she looked but immediately got into her little game. "Oh that's alright. Come on in. You look cold. Sure you can use my phone."
"Oh thank you. I'll only be a minute and then I'll wait in my car. I don't want to be a bother," she said as she walked past me. Her skirt was so short, it barely covered her ass. Her thighs were all that could be seen because the boots came up to her knees. "I don't know what I'll do if I can't get a tow truck out," she said. "It's awfully late."
I pointed to the phone and could not believe how luscious her ass looked in the tight skirt. She was definitely playing the slut role as her hips swayed on her way to the desk. While she dialed, she had a worried look on her face as she listened to the dial tone. "God damn it, pick up the phone," she said as she held it to her ear. Finally she put down the phone and looked helplessly at me. "I'm stranded here. I don't know what to do. I guess I can sleep in the car and call again in the morning."
"It would be too cold to sleep in the car," I said. "If you can't get the car started, the heater won't work."
"Can you lend me a blanket?" she asked. "I mean, I don't want to be a bother so if you lend me a blanket, I'll be fine in the car." She looked at me with pleading, shy, innocent eyes. "I'm so sorry to be bothering you. I really am. I'm just so upset that my car had to break down when I'm on my way to my father's church in Fredricksburg."
"Is your father a minister?" I asked.
"Yes, and I'm supposed to teach Sunday school in the morning. He's going to be so upset if I don't show up."
I decided to comment on how she was dressed. "You don't look like the Sunday school teacher type. I mean, you look pretty sexy."
"I do?" she said, innocently. "Do you think I'm sexy looking?" she asked and smiled at me.
"Yes, you look very sexy." I said.
"Do I look like a slut?" she added.
"Well, yes, I'd say you look like a slut." "I don't usually dress like this, but I've always wanted to be a slut, but my Daddy would lock me in my room if he ever saw me dressed like this." "Why do you dress like a slut?" I asked, enjoying how Jenny was teasing me, and turning her self on.
"I like the way men like you look at me. It gets me horny," she said. "My daddy would never let me leave the house like this, but I keep my clothes at my friend's house when I want to go out and be bad."
"So were you out being bad tonight before your car broke down?" I asked.
"I was on my way to the Woozy Moose—the bar in town but I didn't make it. I hope you don't mind my being here and interrupting your quiet night," she said, smiling and looking me in the eyes. She then licked her upper lip with her tongue, moving it slowly and seductively back and forth.