It had taken a little longer than I had expected, due to the rain pouring out of the midnight skies. Traffic had been slow, and I had been frustrated, stuck following traffic doing 10 miles below the speed limit. After all the anticipation, the chats over the last couple of months, I did not want him to think I had changed my mind. As I got out of the van, I received a text from John that read, "I'm here, I think." I quickly typed and sent, "Me too," as I walked towards the café.
As we had shared web cameras previously, neither had a problem recognising the other. I waved a quick hello before heading to the cash area to order my coffee. Coffee in hand, I moved to the table he had chosen. He stood to greet me, hugging me, exchanging the usual pleasantries.
Once seated, the conversation moved from topic to topic, flowing smoothly as the time passed.
After the first coffee, I began to get restless, disliking the inability to talk openly in the café, so suggested another coffee and a walk in the rain. Outside, I felt the spring chill in the air as the rain pelted the pavement around us.
"Perhaps a walk was not the best option. Have you ever been here before?" I asked as we made our way through the parking lot to my vehicle.
"Not really. I have a friend who lives on the river whom I have visited, but that is the extent of it," he replied. "Want a quick tour of my favourite places?" I asked as I finished my cigarette in the rain. "Sure!" he replied, settling himself in the passenger seat.
We drove through the small bedroom community to the local dock, where we parked and talked some more about our lives. As we sat there, at two o'clock in the morning, a car pulled in behind us. As the headlights swept across the van, I told him, "Police. They patrol this area quite a bit. I have never been here without seeing one."
As we silently watched, the officer stepped from his vehicle, flashlight in hand, and walked to my door. The window was already down as he scanned the interior with his lights, asking us what we were doing. I indicated with the coffee cup in my hand, "Just having a coffee and enjoying the night."
Satisfied with the answer-or the lack of alcohol on my breath-he asked if the vehicle nearby was one of ours. "No, it isn't," we replied in unison. "Was it here when you got here?" "Yes, it was." "Well, enjoy your evening," he said, nodding, as he strode back to his cruiser to check the other vehicle.
In the van, we chuckled, thinking someone had picked the wrong time and place to be "parking" as the officer pulled his car to face the only other car in the lot. We watched as he circled the SUV, shining his flashlight in each window, imagining the teenagers panicked inside. Evidently though, it was empty, because he quickly returned to the cruiser and left the lot.
From there, we drove to the riverside park. Parking once more, we could see across the river to the lights on the opposite shore. When it stopped raining, we decided a walk was in order. I led the way, pointing out the beach, the fountain, and other features of the park. Past the lifeguard stand, past the small lifeguards' office building, the walking trail led into the trees, and into the darkness.
We continued past, walking close to one another, bumping into one another on occasion. After one particularly playful hip bump, we turned to face each other...leaned in, began kissing...tentatively at first, with the kiss deepening as we explored one another's mouths, hands running over each other's clothes, feeling the bodies beneath... The kiss lengthened, tongues searching, exploring, and I discovered that my fingers had entwined in his hair, pulling him closer.
At some point, I pulled away and continued walking down the trail, telling him more of the features (that by this point he likely didn't care a bit for!). In an opening between the trees, we began kissing again. I could feel his hardness pressing into me as the kiss again became more passionate. I slid my hand between our bodies, and stroked his cock through his jeans.
He moaned into my mouth, and I think that was my undoing, wanting to hear more. I slowly undid his belt, as well as the button and zipper on his jeans, and broke the kiss, sliding down his body until my knees touched the ground and my face was level with his briefs. Slowly, with cold hands, I pulled his cock free of the briefs, and blew hot, moist breath on it as I leaned in.
I took his cock into my mouth slowly, keeping my hands behind my back. I wrapped my tongue around it, circling the head before sucking all of him into me, then releasing him and repeating the process. I sucked fast and deep, and I sucked slowly and teasingly...then I stood up to kiss him once more.
As we kissed, my hand stroked his length, cold on hot. He reached between us, sliding his hand beneath the waist of my jeans, slipping beneath the panties, finding my clitoris while we continued to kiss. He circled it with his finger, enticing moans from me. With that encouragement, he then delved deeper, finding the lips of my pussy, sliding easily between them and into my sodden heat.
There we stood, in the cold night, matching rhythms with our hands while our mouths stifled most audible reactions with our kisses. I was soaked, that slippery wetness that gives away the need and desire to be fucked, and we both knew it.
