The continuing adventures of Pam and Zach. I guess I'm obligated to state that all characters are 21 years of age or older. While embellished for literary purposes, events strikingly similar to these did actually happen.
Fantasy Fulfilled ...Part 2...
Over the next several days, Zach and I discussed how we could make my fantasy of being naked and fucked while a stranger or strangers watched be accomplished. I had used the term "dogging" as a example when explaining to Zach what I was thinking of. So, using a popular search engine and an online site with various wanted lists, we tried to find out if there were any places in South Jersey where dogging was still taking place. It turns out that any post describing such activities were all dated 2019 or prior, rendering them all but useless. One such location that had been mentioned several times was Cooper River Drive. It was nearby, so on a lark we drove around the area four different times, on varying days of the week and at different evening hours. Needless to say, we did not witness anything that could have been construed as sexual activities for public display taking place.
We had also discussed doing it at the drive-in movies, but decided against that because of the uncertainty of how many people it might attract and the possibility of children attending shows with their parents. We thought of having someone film us, but again, too planned. Porno theaters with private rooms was another idea, but that seemed so typical and also planned, and I really wanted it to be more spontaneous and even unexpected, if possible. We were getting frustrated and eventually we pushed the idea aside and stopped talking about it.
One cool night, about two weeks later, around 9:00PM, as we sat on our back patio looking at the stars, I was taken by surprise as Zach initiated what happened next.
Snuggled together under a blanket on the glider, Zach took my face in his hands and we started making out. It began innocently enough, you know, first short kisses that evolved into longer ones involving tongues. Hands roaming over each other's bodies turned into Zach tossing the blanket aside and pulling my shirt over my head, exposing my nipples to the crisp air, and taking one into his mouth. I reveled in the pleasure that brought, not reacting at first, other than by urging him on,
"That's it. Mmmm. God that feels good," I muttered as his teeth pulled and nibbled at them.
"What else would you like?" he paused to ask me.
I responded by doing the same to him. Off with his shirt. Then my lips on his nipples, which always drives him crazy. We went back and forth teasing each other, until I was the first to go for the shorts. Undoing and unzipping them, I reached my hand down under his boxers and took hold of his growing erection. He looked me straight in the eyes and said,
"I'm gonna take your clothes off."
Zach stood up and faced me and, with my help, pulled off my shorts and panties, tossing them to the ground and leaving me naked. With the front of his pants still undone, I could see his dick trying to escape out of the fly in his underwear. I thought to myself, 'Now he's gonna fuck me.' Instead, he knelt in front of me, spread my legs apart and placed them over his shoulders, causing me to slide forward, and began licking my pussy. Using his fingers to spread my lips wide, he plunged his tongue deep, probing and lapping at my cunt. Seconds later, my juices were flowing like the Nile. Zach started sucking on my clit and slid two fingers inside me, curling them up to touch my G spot. I screamed with delight as I egged him on.
"Don't stop! Don't you fuckin' stop!" I encouraged, grabbing my nipples.
As he orally pleasured me, I'm sure my moans drowned out the sounds of the crickets and the voices on the TVs that were emanating from nearby open windows. He paused eating me.
I growled, "What the fuck? Why did you stop?"
With a smirk on his face he replied, "It excites you to think someone might be listening and watching us, doesn't it? Seeing you naked and all exposed. Hearing you beg me to keep going."
"Yes it does. And I couldn't care less if someone was. Let them be jealous," I said, placing my hands on his head and redirecting him back to my waiting cunt. "But I hope someone is."
Zach returned to pleasuring me with his mouth and fingers, bringing me to the brink several times, but never pushing me over. Each time easing off just before I would cum, thus earning a frustrated slap on the head from me every time he did it. When I had finally had enough of his edging me, I clamped my thighs tight against the side of his head and using my hands, held his face on my pussy until I came in a tsunami, screaming loud enough to cause dogs in the neighborhood to start barking.
I released Zach from my pussy prison and laughed at the fact that we had created such a disturbance. I was gonna reciprocate by giving him a blowjob. As I started to sit up, he gave me a lustful look and uttered,
"I'm not done with you yet."
Grasping me and turning me around so that I was on my knees on the glider with my ass facing him, I smiled to myself, thinking, 'Now this is the Zach I've been hoping for.' Looking back, I saw him drop his pants and boxers over his newly abrased knees, down to the ground, step out of them, grab my hips and line up his cock behind me, not knowing if he was going to pound my pussy or my ass. I was up for either.
That question was answered when I felt his throbbing cock, in one swift motion, slide easily into my pussy and his balls slap against my butt as he began fucking me. I took hold of the back of the glider and rocked it so that his cock and my pussy were slamming into each other on every thrust. It was so animalistic that, occasionally, his penis would fully come out and he'd rushed to put it back in and I'd feel his slippery fingers on my ass, each time hoping he'd put them in my butt. He never did. The noise of the creaky glider, the slapping of our skin and the smell of sex filled the evening air.
We had such great rhythm going that I felt like I never wanted him to stop. But then I heard,
"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Zach shouted, merely seconds before his cock exploded deep inside me, eliciting a guttural moan from deep within both of us.
"I'm close! Keep fucking me! Don't stop!" I responded, reaching back and furiously rubbing my clit, hoping to triggered my own eruption. And it did, sending another flood of fluids out of my pussy and onto his cock and balls. I shuddered, as my muscles continued constricting and all I wanted was to lie down. Zach pulled out of me and guided me down onto the glider and covered me with the blanket. I watched as he finished himself off, stroking his glistening cock, coaxing out every last drop of cum and letting it run over his hand and balls and drip down onto the concrete.
"I know it's not quite your total fantasy, but that was kinda fun," he smiled as I pulled my feet up and gave him room to sit down next to me.
"Yes it was and I'll just pretend someone was watching us this time," I answered. "But I really want to be able to see that they are, you know, next time or sometime in the future."
"You've fulfilled so many of my fantasies, I promise we'll make that happen sometime," Zach assured me.
The next month or so passed inconsequentially, with us having just our usual assortment of sexual activities. Then, one night, while we were in bed for the evening, Zach informed me that he had accepted an invitation for the both of us to attend a retirement party for one of his colleagues who worked in the Habitat offices. Not really knowing the individual, I felt a little reluctant to go, but Zach insisted we'd have a good time since the guy's family had planned to hold the event at a high-end country club that had a great restaurant. There'd be an open bar, fine dining and a DJ.
