Follow Me

I was standing in a park smoking a joint and listening to a blues-jazz band play on a warm summer afternoon when I first saw her. She was standing about ten feet away, and I knew with my first glance that she was an exceptional woman. Her tall, lean body and wide shoulders, her dark blonde hair and her gentle curves were by themselves enough to get my full attention; but what really grabbed me were her eyes. She looked directly at me and even through me with her clear, large, green eyes. As she held me in her gaze without blinking, her eyes seemed to smile gently, and peacefully, but with a clear presence that told me this was a woman of great power and purpose. She was also (as I learned later) a woman who loves excitement... and especially loves to take risks that put her right out on the edge.

I cocked my eyebrows as I held the joint out to her, asking her without words if she would like to join me. Responding without a word, she walked purposefully towards me, took the joint from my hand and inhaled deeply, staring me right in the eyes the entire time. There was a twinkle in her eyes as she gently exhaled the smoke from the joint right back into my face. Without a word, she took another deep hit, and then turned the joint around so the flame was inside her mouth, placed her face and lips up to mine and gave me a double barreled "shotgun" with the smoke from her lungs and the smoke from the joint.

While I was trying bravely to not to cough my lungs out, she calmly removed the joint from her mouth, handed it back to me, and gently said, "Follow me." Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked away.

She was almost twenty feet away before I recovered sufficiently to start after her. As I walked behind her, her hips swayed gently in her Levis, and she seemed to glide across the grass towards the parking lot nearby. She never looked back to see if I was behind her, but she seemed to know I was there. As we approached the parking lot, I caught up with her, and tried to say "Hello." I tried, but my mouth seemed paralyzed. My lips were numb, and my throat dry and parched. Instead of "Hello", what emerged was more of a meaningless moan or sigh. Without pausing in her purposeful stride, she looked up at me and started to slowly unbutton her blouse.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing as first her top button and then the next and the next slowly came undone. Her braless beautiful breasts bounced gracefully, and her nipples started to grow as I watched, pushing the thin fabric of her blouse further outward.

Just as she undid the last button on her blouse, we arrived at the side door of her van. In what appeared to be a single movement, she slithered out of her blouse and into the door of her van. She turned to look at me as I stumbled into her van, and I found myself eyeball to nipple with the most incredible sight. Her breasts were full and round, but without a trace of sagging, and her nipples were almost an inch long!

She reached out to me and took the joint from my hand. Somehow an ember was still burning, and she soon had it glowing brightly. She inhaled deeply, and then pulled my head to her and kissed me deeply, exhaling her smoke-laden lungs into mine.

Without letting go of my head, she slowly leaned back into the large couch-like seat in the rear of her van, and guided my mouth to her breasts. As I sucked gently on her nipples, I felt them harden to the touch of my lips; and as I licked and kissed her breasts and belly, I felt her hands reaching between my legs and gently but firmly caressing my now raging hard-on. Somehow, she unbuckled and unzipped my pants with what seemed a single, smooth movement, and placed one hand firmly on my cock while with the other, she gently stroked the base of my balls.

I was starting to unbutton her pants to pull them off her before it dawned on me that the door to her van was still wide open, and that I was bare-assed naked in the broad day light of the parking lot. I started to reach up to close the door, but she seemed to anticipate my movement and squeezed my cock and balls so tightly I could not possibly move towards the door without suffering a major amputation.

Feeling a mixture of pain, fear, confusion and lust, I looked into her eyes, and she just smiled softly and warmly. With one hand, she let go of my balls and placed it on the back of my head, firmly but gently guiding my lips to hers.

Somehow, her pants seemed to just disappear. Did I remove them without knowing it, did she, or did they simply float away? Given what had happened so far, I wasn't really inclined to spend too much time or energy trying to figure it out; instead, I found my head between her legs, sipping her nectar from the trough of life.

As our lust mounted, so did we, and with her legs wrapped tightly around my back, I rode her for all I was worth, erupting like a volcano to the feel of her fingernails in my back, her tongue in my throat, and her vaginal muscles squeezing and massaging my pecker more tightly than my hand ever could.

We just lay there, locked in each other's arms for what seemed like hours, staring into each other's eyes without saying a word, until she finally she gently pushed me away and slid the door shut and got into the driver's seat. It was still daylight, and we were both still naked as she started the van and drove out of the parking lot. For a moment, I thought of my own car, and wondered whether it be OK until I got back. But being a student of the moment, I quickly let go of my fears and slid into the front seat to enjoy the ride.

As she drove, it occurred to me that she had spoken only two magical words to me since the moment we met. I didn't know her name, or anything about her except what I had experienced with her; and I had no idea where she was taking me. She seemed to sense my thoughts, because she looked over to me and smiled softly and deeply. And the twinkle that appeared again in her eyes was all the explanation I needed.

As she drove through traffic, it seemed somehow that she was invisible to the other drivers. Her hair was streaming in the breeze, her breasts swaying to the rhythm of the road, and her nipples still hard and erect; but none of the other drivers seemed to be aware of her presence. It was a truly amazing mixture of feelings. The excitement of driving stark naked, the afterglow of some of the most amazing sex I had ever experienced, and the almost mystical feeling of safety she seemed to create with her extreme confidence and poise blended together to create an other-worldly experience even stranger than some of the LSD trips I took in my younger days.

After about twenty minutes, we arrived at a house in the suburbs, and she pulled the van right into the garage, shutting the door behind her with the remote control in the van. Without bothering with her clothes, she smiled at me, got out of the van and walked into the house. I followed her in, only to see her walk out the back door into her fenced in back yard, and then right into the large, inviting swimming pool in the middle of the yard.

I didn't need a second invitation to follow her into the deep end. As I swam up to her, she slid beneath the waters, and wrapped her mouth around my cock. The cold of the water had shriveled me up, but in barely a moment, her mouth had me hard as a baseball bat again.

Instead of surfacing in front of me, as I expected, she let go of my cock, and then swam under me and to the edge of the pool. With body movements that were strong, but smooth and graceful, she glided out of the water and lay down on a large blanket on the lawn. Slowly spreading her legs, she started stroking her pussy with the fingers of one hand while she caressed her breasts and nipples with the other.

Unable to move, I floated in the water, transfixed by her beauty, passion and grace, watching intensely as she brought her self to one orgasm after another, her juices erupting from her pussy in pulsating bursts. I felt my body almost levitate from the pool and found my mouth opening and my tongue probing deeply into her throbbing pussy, and I drank again and again from her fountain of passion.

She twisted her body and in a single move, swallowed my entire cock. I felt the head of my penis slide deeply down her throat, and felt her lips lock and slide up and down on the base of my cock. With her hands, she spread my legs, and stroked my balls and my anus, circling her finger nails around the super sensitive skin of between them.

It seemed like only moments before I came again, deeply in her throat. As I did, she too climaxed, spraying my face and mouth with a torrent of her juices.

After a time, we lay side by side, staring into each other's eyes. I wanted to speak, to ask her name, anything; but each time I started, her eyes commanded me to silence. Before long, I was asleep in her arms, only to wake up alone to the feeling of cold evening air on my naked body.

I got up and walked into the house, and followed the sound of music until I found her in her bedroom, standing before the mirror as she brushed her hair. She was dressed in a black cotton top with thin spaghetti straps that seemed to want to fall off her shoulders. It was thin and tight, and I could clearly see the outline of her soft nipples and full breasts.

She wore a white linen skirt that fell almost to her knees and buttoned up the front. Only half of the buttons were buttoned. The skirt was thin and smooth, and it was clear as she moved that she wore nothing beneath it.

My clothes were laid out neatly on her bed, but my underware were missing. Somehow, I knew they weren't missing by accident. She offered me a tooth brush and a towel, and nodded towards the bathroom.

The warm shower felt wonderful but I didn't stay in for long. I quickly brushed my teeth and hair, and then dressed for what I couldn't even imagine was coming.

We were in her van, backing out of her driveway, when she looked at me and said, "Do you like French?" Since she already knew I liked French loving, I could only assume she meant French cooking, so I smiled and said, "Of course."

Not wanting to break the mode, I honored the silence until we arrived at a small but very expensive French restaurant.As we entered, the host recognized her immediately, smiled and guided us to a booth in the corner. Strangely, he didn't offer us a menu, and nobody asked us for our drink orders; but in a few moments, both food and wine simply appeared.

As she lifted her wine glass, she turned to me in a toast, and said, "To spontaneous, exciting, outrageous, passionate sex!" Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she stared intensely into mine, and drank deeply from her glass. As she drank, I noticed that the straps to her top had both fallen off her shoulders and that her nipples were clearly protruding through thin fabric. It seemed as if her breasts were even larger than before, and her top seemed to shrink as she breathed. Somehow, by softly moving only her arms and shoulders, her top started to work its way downwards on her breasts until her hard nipples were only a fraction of an inch from being exposed.

I watched in fascination as her right hand reached into her lap and slowly unbuttoned one button and then another. With each button, her skirt opened further, exposing more and more of her tall, elegant legs beneath the table until I was looking at the very tops of her legs. One more button, and her pussy would be fully exposed!

But before she could complete her act of public undressing, the waiter arrived with our main course. Although he couldn't see what was happening under the table, her breasts and almost exposed nipples were enough to catch his attention. I watched with amusement as a tent pole materialized in his pants, and he slipped and almost dropped her plate into her lap.

Her eyes traveled directly to his obvious erection and seemed to lock on like fire control radar, as she leaned forward across the table to pick up her wine glass. As she grabbed her glass, it seemed to slip from her fingers and drop onto the table. The full glass of white wine splashed onto her almost naked chest and soaked her thin top and drenched her lap.

Her reaction appeared to be a natural one: she pulled back and stood up, all at once. But as she did, her top fell down, fully exposing her right breast. The waiter almost lost it, but recovered quickly, grabbing a napkin and quickly applying it to her now naked chest. Instead of pulling away, she leaned into his hands, and with her left hand she pulled her top up, then grabbed another napkin and started patting herself off. But with her right hand which was hidden from view of the rest of the restaurant by the waiter's body, she reached forward and grabbed his cock and gave it a big squeeze. It happened so quickly that I almost missed it, but I realized as I saw her hand move, that the spilled wine had not been an accident.

As she excused herself to go to the bathroom, the waiter seemed to be in shock. He couldn't turn around and leave the table without exposing his erection to half the restaurant, so he puttered around our table trying to clean up the mess her wine had made, all the while trying not to look me in the eye. Pretty soon, he realized that he had to take his chances and retreated towards the kitchen.

Soon afterwards, she returned to the table. Her top was back in place and the top few buttons of her skirt were closed again, but her skirt was thoroughly soaked. And white linen, when wet, is almost transparent. I could clearly see the outline of her bush as she walked through the restaurant towards me, and I am sure that everyone else in the restaurant could too. A little light flashed on inside my head, as I realized that this fabulous woman who's name I still didn't know, but who's body I had thoroughly explored was a brazen exhibitionist of the first order. And all my adult life, I had fantasized about meeting and watching her!

As she sat down, I looked into her eyes and smiled deeply and confidently as I placed my left hand onto her thigh and slowly unbuttoned her skirt again. And this time, I didn't stop until it was entirely unbuttoned and lying open on the seat. As I gently stroked her upper thighs, she spread her legs slightly to give me access to her pussy. I dipped my finger into her vagina and twirled it around, then removed it and placed it on her lips.

"Follow me," I said, as I got up and headed towards the front door of the restaurant. I gave the cashier $100 which more than covered what we had already eaten, even given their expensive prices, and walked out the door. This gave her time to get a couple buttons in place on her skirt and follow me out the door and into the parking lot. But instead of getting into her van, I crossed the parking lot and lead her into a crowded bar playing good but not too loud music. The bar had two stories, with an open dance floor in the middle.

I lead her onto the dance floor and we started to dance. Her hips moved so smoothly and sensously that her whole body seemed to ooze with passion. As she danced, the straps fell off her shoulders and her top started working its way down her breasts. Then she moved in just the right way so her right breast became fully exposed. I was watching another couple watch her as this happened, and their eyes almost popped out of their heads. But she just calmly reached down and pulled herself back together, only to repeat the performance several more times in the ensuing dances.

After awhile, we needed a break, so we worked our way to a corner booth upstairs, where we immediately started to make out like a couple of teen-agers. She was all over me, and in just a couple of moments, she slid to the floor underneath the table, pulled my cock out and swallowed it whole. As she was sucking me off, a waitress came up and asked me for my order. Either she didn't see what was happening right below her eyes, or she chose to ignore it, but she didn't seem to miss a beat.

But the two guys at the table across the way didn't miss what was going on. Although they tried to act casual, they just about broke their necks trying to follow the action.

I looked down at her and smiled, and she looked back at me as she sucked. I told her she had an audience and tilted my head to indicate the two guys at the nearby table. She smiled and I saw that twinkle appear in her eye, and I knew something was about to happen. With her left hand, she exposed and started stroking her left breast. Then she took her mouth off my cock, and turned to face the two guys directly. She stared them right in the eye while she caressed her boob with one hand and my cock with the other, then she calmly returned to feeding on my cock.

I watched them watch her, and they were now totally hooked. No more pretense. They turned to focus their entire attention on the show we were putting on, and I felt myself coming once again.

As I climaxed into her mouth, she let some of my cum drip down her mouth and onto her chest. She rubbed it into her boobs, and then reached between her legs and stroked herself just briefly, all the while staring straight at the two guys across the way.

Pulling her top up, she emerged from beneath the table, stood up in front of me and took my hands in hers. Pulling me to my feet, she looked at all three of us and said, "Follow me."