As we all deal with our isolation in different ways, I have decided to write down a few of my adventures that I replay in my mind when I am feeling particularly frisky (if you know what I mean). So, I have tried to be accurate and complete in describing the backstory, scene, and as many details as I could remember. To that end, this will probably end up as a multi-part set of stories. I hope your patience will be rewarded.
Facebook is a great tool for reaching out and connecting with people, and although not all of those connections are welcomed or rewarding, some can be. When I reached out to an old high school, short-lived flame, I never would have guessed I would get to relive the times when I got to see the star football player naked. Having chatted on Facebook, we decided to get together for dinner. Our first dinner 'date' was very pleasant, and we spent several hours reminiscing about our high school days, and getting caught up on where our lives had taken us. It was surprising how our paths had run parallel to each other...the usual stuff...jobs in sales, children, and divorces, but it was clear that after all these years, we still had a connection. The tingling in my panties when he hugged me good night made that all too clear.
On our second dinner date, and this time it was definitely a date, as I decided to wear my sexiest LBD, reaching down just above the knee with slits on both sides that offered little resistance to either eyes or hands. During dinner I casually remarked, "we should go to Vegas." I purposefully didn't add any time element, so my declaration could have meant next week, next month, next year.
You can imagine my surprise when he answered, "ok, let's go."
What was I thinking? I couldn't go right now, and I knew that when I suggested it, but the spontaneity of both my invitation and his response made it clear that he wanted to see more of me. And I took it as a gauntlet thrown down! To my disappointment, he was the very definition of a gentleman when our date ended, but I wasn't going to leave it at just a hug this time. As he approached me for a hug, I held my hands to either side of his face and brought his 6'3" frame down to my waiting lips.
To be clear, I love kissing, and I needed to remind him of those high school nights when we sat in his car outside of my parent's house, making out for what seemed like hours. Any surprise he might have had to my aggressive move melted away as his hands roamed over my body and his tongue explored my mouth.
Two days later I messaged him saying, "let's go to the beach...today!" Being landlocked, and I mean two states away from the beach, my message was loaded with "road trip" and spontaneity. I didn't expect him to actually say yes, but he did, and now I was both nervous and elated. A few hours later we were on the road. As I tend to do, the conversation turned to sex...all things sex. I have a general curiosity about people and their sex adventures, but I also wanted to know what to expect. After all, it had been a long time since we were horny teenagers in the back of his car. As he told me about his sexual history, one thing was clear, our time since high school had made me much more sexually adventurous, and realized I had my work cut out for me to give him a real 'sexual adventure' on our trip.
The drive was relatively uneventful, but our sex talk did create an electric sexual tension that made me squirm in my seat and forced him to adjust his shorts several times. The hotel was right on the beach and we had a balcony with a full view of the coastline. It was beautiful and the weather was amazing. The beach beckoned but the hotel offered free sunset drinks on the roof, so we made a quick wardrobe change and off we went. I dressed in my favorite little skirt that just reached mid-thigh and a silk top that was just sheer and loose enough to confirm that I decided to go without a bra. I loved that he took the initiative to hold my hand as we made our way to the roof.
The rooftop bar was lovely with a 360-degree view of the city and ocean, and with the sun just dipping towards the horizon. The scene was delightfully romantic. Unsurprisingly, the temperature started to drop with the sun, and my nipples were the first to notice the change, and his eyes were the second. Having a devilish exhibitionist streak means that I am hypersensitive to those around me, especially when I am the center of attention. It gives me great pleasure when I catch someone's stray eye checking me out. The more they check, the more I show.
The bar was not very crowded which gave us to opportunity to quickly order our drinks and then pick a very nice table in the corner, overlooking the ocean. The truth is that I'm a bit of a lightweight when it comes to drinking, so one big glass of wine later and I was buzzing pretty hard. This usually means that I get very friendly and handsy. So, I don't think he could quite believe it when I leaned over for a kiss, holding one hand on the back of his head and one hand on his lap. I couldn't help but think that my leaning in probably gave him an excellent view down the front of my silk blouse, and I was hoping that he was paying attention. As we kissed, my hand explored his legs and stomach, finally resting directly on his cock. Even through his shorts, his cock was pleasantly swollen.
If my hard nipples and open blouse were not enough, I hoped my hand squeezing his awakening cock would let him know that this trip was going to be a lot of fun. After an hour of wonderful conversation and relentless teasing on my part, it was quite chilly and we decided it was time to go back to our room, but as we left, I graciously accepted a full glass refill of my wine and a sweet little wink from our bartender.
When we arrived back in our room, I teasingly walked straight to the balcony, pulled my blouse over my head, and told him he had to do his duty and take my topless picture with the ocean in the background. After all, we would need some mementos of our adventure. He complied, and I insisted he take a few in case the first one didn't come out. As I posed for him, and perhaps others walking on the beach, I couldn't help but notice that the pleasant bulge was reforming in his shorts.
Then, I slowly moved forward and pressed up against him, kissing him gently while my hands found their way into his shorts, feeling for his cock. His response was immediate. While his arms wrapped around me, caressing my naked back, his cock quickly stiffened. Suddenly, memories of us in the back seat of his car some 20 years earlier flooded into my brain, and it was only then that I remembered that his cock was actually one of my all-time favorites. I don't make a habit of ranking the cocks I have enjoyed, but the cock I was currently caressing was magnificent. For the record, I don't think I'm a size queen, but I do like to feel full...if you know what I mean. I want the last inch or so, as it mercilessly plunges into me, to force animalistic sounds to escape my mouth. And his full 8" would certainly qualify. But the truly remarkable thing about his cock was that I could not wrap my hand all the way around its base. I decided that I might not be a size queen but I was definitely a width queen.
With my hand firmly gripping his cock, I guided him to one of the balcony chairs and straddled him. I arched my back, pushing my breasts right into his face and let him nuzzle them, suck them, nibble them. Since our high school days my breasts had achieved a much fuller size and shape. I was very proud of their natural fullness, and loved to show them off. But having my nipples sucked and nibbled really pushed my buttons, especially on a balcony, overlooking the ocean, where anyone could just look up and watch our little show. I was overjoyed that he didn't seem to mind being out in the open air...perhaps he had an exhibitionist streak too. My mind raced with all the possibilities.
He put both hands on my hips stroking my body up and down, feeling me all over, exploring. As he pulled my skirt up, exposing my thong panties, he grabbed and squeezed my ass. I instinctively inched closer to his chest, so that I was able to grind on him and started kissing his mouth, neck, and anything else I could reach. Feeling his hard cock under me, I slid back and forth to make sure he was as hard as possible, then I moved off of him and down to my knees. Without words I tugged on his shorts and he helped me pull them off. As I pulled, he grabbed the top of his boxers, preventing them from coming off, but I reached up and took the waistband from him and pulled those off too. His huge cock twitched as it was released from all restraints, and my mind was pleasantly reassured...'yes, I remember you now...one of my all-time favorite cocks.' It was so big and hard and I knew I was going to need two hands, and frankly there was room for another girl to help...if we could find one.
I tickled his shaven balls with one hand and gently stoked his rock-hard shaft with the other, and he let out a most gratifying moan. I decided to tease him as much as I could, and provide me the time I needed to fall in lust with this long-lost friend. So, I then changed my tactics and used one hand as a make-shift cock ring, albeit only partially encompassing and squeezing the base of his cock, and used my remaining fingers to tickle his balls, while the other hand worked in unison with my mouth on the business end of his beautiful manhood. I would lick his shaft and suck and rub the tip but when I shoved it as deep as I could in my mouth, I could feel him tense with pleasure. I did this over and over and over. I completely lost track of time as I enjoyed every inch of his cock. This was something my past lovers had told me many times..."you sure do love sucking cock," and they were right about that!
