Author getting through covid madness writing some past sexy encounters. All stories are 100% true and involve consenting adults. Names and or other minor details are changed to protect privacy where needed. Time for round two.
I was dating someone long distance for a while and we had fallen into a pattern of semi-regular trips to my state or hers. Sometimes we would rent a cabin, other times we would take long weekend roadtrip. There was a deep intensity to expressing all of our pent up passion in short few day bursts every few months like this. Twice, she mailed new lingerie to my house. The first time she told me to leave the box closed until she arrived. I would see it the innocent white post box sitting on the table each morning with coffee and my mind would burn with anticipation for our nights to come. The other time she told me to open the box, two weeks prior to her visit, having me lay it out on the bed while we talked over the phone.
"Light some candles and lay in bed, I have a surprise for you tonight," she said, and the night devolved into lusty whispers and intense phone sex during pants and moans of what we were going to do to each other in two weeks.
It was on one of these visits to my place that we didn't end up getting out much at all, of bed or the house. We had talked about a long drive, but had been content to spend the nice spring days and cool weather to cook up food at home and lay around between states of sex and cuddling into the couch. The last night of her stay, we packed up a few bottles of wine and a light picnic and walked down to a local park.
She spread out a blanket and we settled onto the grass in the dimming light and chatted over a Riesling. I set out a tray of meats and cheeses as we talked, uncorking the second bottle half way into our dinner. The park had a few random walkers early on, but it was empty by dusk. We had brought a third bottle of wine in a state of "we don't need this but always be prepared," but we were laughing and having a nice night, snuggling closer as the air went crisp and soon the third cork had popped. The talking had stopped though, between long sips of our glasses our kissing had been deepening into making out.
When I felt her tongue sliding over my teeth and down toward the back of my throat, my shorts began tightening and my hand dropped from her hair to her shoulder as my fingers danced around the top of her cleavage of the pink sundress. I think my eyes darted around a little to make sure no one was around first, but soon had plunged my hand down her top and across her nipple. I could feel her low moan in to my mouth as our eyes fluttered open mid kiss.