The Black Book Of The Nature Boy 05

It was April 28, 2006, and the full moon shone brightly over Manhattan. I was cruising in my brand new silver Lamborghini Murciélago down the FDR Drive, flying passed vehicles like the Silver Surfer. I had my Hispanic girlfriend, Arlene with me. She was a gorgeous Hispanic woman with a flawless tanned complexion. Arlene was 5'4 with killer body measurements of 36-25-35. The powder-blue dress she wore complemented her figure perfectly. She also had long black hair, dazzling brown eyes and a mouth destined to suck dick.

"I am going to kill the New York party scene with this car," I shouted. "The Murciélago is the sexiest car out right now."

"Yeah, I'm a big fan of sports cars," Arlene confessed. "I'd rather drive them than Hummers and Bentleys."

I looked up at the stars and said, "It's a beautiful night."

"It's lovely out here," Arlene continued. "It almost reminds me of the first time we fuck. Do you remember, Nature Boy?"

"Oh yeah, we were on my 100 foot yacht." I smiled. "It was night and we were holding hands looking at the water and the moon. I remember the moonlight on the water. After we sip Cristal, we fuck with a nice breeze blowing over our bodies. It was great!"

"You were unbelievable that night," Arlene replied. "You complimented me on my eyes, looks, voice and dress. You did everything right and I knew you were one of the best."

"That's right," I agreed.

"You told me you had fallen in love with me, and you would take care of me always."

"Yes, and I wasn't lying about that."

"I knew you were telling the truth." Arlene kissed me on the cheek.

"Hang on baby," I announced.

I punched the accelerator and zoomed up Forty-Second Street like a Japanese express train. Luckily, there were no police cars in sight, as I sense an air of lawlessness on the streets. The God-like billboards looked like flying balloons above us.

"You know what I feel like doing, baby?" Arlene said with a naughty look.

"What?" I was curious.

"I want to make love to you right here and right now. The night is still young and I am not going to waste any more time."

Arlene climbed over and got on top of me. We were making out like two sex-craved people in heat. I took off the straps of Arlene's dress, and sucked on her hard nipples like a hungry baby. I had one hand on the wheel and the other massaging her moist clit. Arlene's sensual moaning and laughter had my dick long like Pinocchio's nose.

I drove to a secluded area by the Hudson River. As I took off my shirt, Arlene was lying naked on the middle of the hood. Her body glistened from the moonlight. Damn, she looked so fucking hot! I slapped on the condom and went over to her. We tongued kissed and my hands squeezed her firm breasts. Arlene licked my nipples and kissed my torso. She lowered herself and performed fellatio on me. It was the greatest blowjob I ever had.

I eased my dick in Arlene's wet pussy. I began fucking her while I leaned against the fender. Arlene's legs wrapped around my waist like a prizefighter's championship belt. The harder I pounded, the more excited she got by screaming my name. Her pussy oozed love juices and she moaned in ecstasy. I could only imagine how sexy we were from an overview fucking on top of a Lamborghini Murciélago.

After we climaxed, we began to get dressed. The hood of my car was wet with perspiration and pussy juice. We laughed and joked about the sex. We were amused that we had great sex by the West Side Highway in plain view of everybody. The sun was minutes away from coming out so we decided it was about that time to go home. We hopped in the car and got back on the highway. Our adrenaline rush combined with the sexual energy turned into a night of street love.