I posted an ad online in Connecticut a few years back when I was working there, hoping to meet a woman who wanted to meet at a public beach nearby and fool around outdoors. As with most things like that, I was immediately buried in two things: spam asking me to "click here to verify" and guys telling me that I wouldn't know the difference if they were blowing me. Very discouraging.
The surprise, however, was a response from a nurse on Long Island. She told me that my post reminded her of the way things were with her husband when they were first married. We swapped some stories like that, but she was too far away to connect with easily. She was a bit shy about details, but with some encouragement, she told me everything-the way she felt when he came inside her on the beach, or how much she liked the sun on her breasts while he went down on her out on their back deck. All good stuff, and all pretty harmless storytelling. Our exchange, while stimulating, never had the chance to turn into reality-that made it feel better, somehow, and we opened up about fantasies and memories in a natural, unrushed way.
That changed, however, when she was hired to work for a month at a hospital along the Connecticut shore. I drive through that city every day on my commute. Even though I had fudged the details of where I lived and worked, that much was pretty obvious. Once she started working there, things got much more intense. She started saying how she imagined my stopping by...how would I feel about that? As much as I wanted to, the sudden change from fantasy to potential reality caught me off guard. Would I actually follow through? While I dithered, she tormented me with messages about how hot it was outside, and how much she wanted to feel my cock in her mouth, and how her husband was miles away, and how wet she was every day thinking about my cock inside her...it was driving me nuts!
Then one day, the stars aligned. My classes ended at 11:45 for the day. She wrote to tell me she had worked all weekend and had the next two days off. Because I was dithering, she told me exactly what to do: stop by the hospital staff parking lot, pick her up, and take her to the riverfront park nearby-she had already found us a spot. She promised to have my cock in her mouth before we made two turns...something about that language made me smile and made me agree to her plan!
The next morning passed at a glacier's pace. At 11:45, I was in my car, heading to meet her. At 12:05, I pulled into the parking lot, and she was waiting at the curb.
"I wasn't sure you'd do it..." she said as she climbed in.
"Neither was I," I replied.
As her hands reached over and unzipped my fly, she smiled and lowered her head: "I'm glad you did" were the last words I heard before her lips wrapped around my hardening cock.
She went slowly, and I drove as carefully as I could across to the river. When I pulled into the gravel parking lot, I chose a space far back from the waterfront, in the shade of some trees. I tilted my seat back and ran my fingers through her hair. She had been going easy on me for the drive, but now she kicked into high gear, sucking hard on each upstroke, using her spit-slick hand to tug me closer and closer to the edge. There was no teasing now-she wanted my cum in her mouth, and she knew exactly what to do to get her reward. All too soon, my hips rose off the seat and she was sucking hard on the head of my cock while jet after jet of cum spurted out and into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, and when I was done, she kept sucking gently, milking me for more and using her tongue to clean me off.
"There," she said. "Isn't that better?"
The idiotic grin on my face was answer enough for the moment. She unbuckled my seatbelt (hers was never fastened) and said, "Let's get going...I know you have to be home eventually!"
Like a zombie, I got out and locked the car as she grabbed her bag and walked toward the trees. Her ass swayed in front of me in her green scrubs, and her long, blonde hair bounced as she strode ahead of me onto the path. She looked back and smiled at my dazed expression. After a few more steps, I caught up with her and put my arm around her waist.
"I like the way you say hello," was all I could think of to say.
She laughed, and we stopped at the edge of the woods to kiss. My hands roamed across her ass, feeling her curves through the soft cotton. Her breasts were full against my chest, and her tongue flicked across mine as she held me close. Everything slowed down to a long, timeless moment.
"C'mon," she said softly. "There's more to come!"
"You're next," I growled and swatted her ass as she turned away from me.
"I hope so!" drifted back over her shoulder to me.
Turns out she did have a plan. The path went north along the river, within sight of the grassy areas alongside. A few hundred yards in, however, she left the path and turned left up a small hill. We crunched through leaves and came out in a clearing just over the rise-a grassy area cut in half by the trunk of a fallen oak tree. We could hear the traffic nearby, but no one could see us from any direction. The sunlight filtered through the canopy in places, and the whole place was cool, quiet, and green.
She stopped at the fallen tree and said, "Here's the spot...here's where I wanted to be with you." I looked around and nodded approvingly.
She took out a water bottle and we shared a sip. Then we kissed again, and again my hands went to work on her ass. She thrust herself against my leg this time, letting me know how urgently her pussy wanted some attention. I could feel the heat there, and I knew it was time to get to work on paying her back. I stripped my shirt off and she smiled, trailing her fingers through my chest hair and kissing my nipples. I pulled her scrub top over her head and threw it across the tree, then kissed her again while I unfastened her bra and set it aside as well. Our lips met once again and our bodies came together in the sunlight, just like we'd both imagined.
To keep things moving, I bent down to kiss and suck each nipple the way she had done for me...I have found that women often do what they want done, and I was right. She wrapped her arms around my head and moaned. Meanwhile, my hands were busy untying the drawstring at her waist, then my thumbs hooked each side and drew both her pants and panties down with one long stroke, kissing her belly, her thighs, and her knees as I got lower and lower. She reached down and tugged her sneakers off, then stepped out of her clothes entirely. With a quick movement, she grabbed a blanket from her bag and flicked it open. I tugged her hand downward, and she got the hint immediately. She knelt down on the blanket, leaned forward to kiss me again, and then lay back, throwing her arm across her eyes to shield them from the sun.
Her body lay before me like a feast-silky smooth skin, soft blonde curls on her mound, full breasts, tight little nipples, and longer blonde hair like a halo around her head. I ran my hands up her calves, up her thighs, and up to her breasts. With my shoulder, I nudged her legs open further, then settled in between them. Soft kisses on her mound brought a purr of pleasure, and my first long, slow lick from the bottom to the top of her pussy brought a gasp of "Oh, yeah..." as my tongue moved across her clit.
As the breeze traveled across our bodies and the sun warmed my back, I probed her sweet pussy with my tongue. I lapped at her slowly, feeling her open up and start to get wetter, which urged me to dip deeply inside her and gather up her sweet juices. I nibbled her labia for a change of pace, then caressed her thighs and brought my hands into play. My thumbs caressed her outer lips while my tongue started to move up, homing in on her most sensitive spot. Her stomach tightened, curling her clit up toward my mouth. I started licking around it gently, and then slid my middle finger deep inside her, curling it up to stroke her G-spot while I traced patterns with my tongue. Her hands moved down to grab my hair, and I knew I had her close. I licked harder, and her hips started to rock in time with my strokes. I added another finger, twisting them inside her for maximum stimulation, and sent my tongue into high gear, lashing her clit mercilessly.
A gentle moan of "Oh, yes..." started and kept going, each sigh punctuated by a thrust of her hips toward me. When they started getting faster and faster, I started sucking on her clit gently, wrapping my lips around it the way I did with her nipples. I pulled my slippery fingers out of her and ran then along the crack of her ass, stimulating her rosebud while my thumb sank deep inside her pussy. My hand moved in time with my tongue, and her hips rose up and stayed there, jamming me hard against her while her body tumbled over the edge into a full orgasm. Her muscles were rigid, and I grabbed her ass, moving the stimulation away from her clit and burying my tongue inside her once again, sucking hard to get every drop of her nectar, feeling the pulsing ring of muscle inside her grabbing at me as she rode the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Slowly, slowly her hips sank to the ground, and with a final kiss to her mound, I moved up to lay beside her, my arm across her waist, letting her relax.
Eventually, her eyes opened, and she turned toward me. "That," she said, "was fucking incredible! I've been waiting for that for months, and I never imagined it would all feel so good-your tongue on my clit, the sun on my body, and everything..." She trailed off.
"Just making it worth your while," I told her, smiling.
She smiled back and kissed me, seeming to enjoy the flavor of her pussy on my lips and tongue. The kissing made my cock twitch, and her hand found its way down, stroking me for a moment, then cupping the tip to gather my precum and use it as lubrication to swirl her hand over my sensitive head.
