You looked so beautiful in that red dress. As I followed you in the parking lot to the restaurant entrance I thought to myself how lucky I was to be on this weeklong trip to Sedona with you, to have you in my life. It was the autumn of an amazing year that included our meeting. Your grace as a woman was incredibly sexy. I remarked to myself how intense my hunger for you was and how I was already frustrated that we had to wait until we got back to the hotel for my satiation. The frustration was delicious.
We were greeted by the host and he brought us to our table. As he pulled out your chair for you to sit down I thought I caught him peering at you longer than what would be appropriate. The black lace just peeking through your cleavage had him in a short trance. You smiled at him but didn't notice his leer. I thought to myself again how lucky I was.
The meal was divine. With each sip of wine and taste of morsel I found my hunger for you was only intensifying. Our glasses were filled as quickly as they were emptied. We were treated to a delicious grilled octopus care of the host. Good move, I thought, that's one of your favorites. "I think he likes you," I ventured. You blushed, making you look even more ravishing. I loved that we shared a love of good food. I loved that we loved enjoying the basic pleasures in life together.
I told you how I felt about you. How I wanted you for my own. How I wanted you to have me for your own. We held hands under the table. I again felt a sharp pain from my longing to have you physically, to consummate our spiritual enjoining. I squeezed your hand and then moved my hand to your knee. Creeping ever so slightly upward under your dress. You kept your hand on mine but did not discourage me from proceeding further. As I caressed your inner thigh I felt your heat radiating outward.
"Let's get out of here," I said, almost pleading. You nodded. We paid and headed outside.
I watched you again as we approached the car. It was dark and difficult to see. We were parked on the far side of the lot. I opened the passenger door of the rental sedan. I held your hand as you attempted to put one foot in the car. We were both a bit tipsy and you stumbled a bit. I quickly caught you with my hand supporting the small of your back. My other hand holding your waist. I could smell the wine in your breath, and kissed you. Softly at first, but my passion could not be held in check anymore. My tongue found yours and we locked our mouths, consuming each other. We both knew this couldn't wait. I bent you over, your hands bracing yourself on the passenger seat. You gasped as I hiked up your dress, exposing you to the late night air. I crouched down to take in your scent, nuzzling into your now very wet panties. I budged them aside to reveal your glistening pink lips, enveloping them with my mouth, invading them with my tongue. You started to softly moan and pressed your hips backward into my face, forcing me to taste more. I stopped suddenly. Not to tease you, but to stop my own teasing. I stood up and unbuckled. I was fully engorged and harder than I could ever remember, but your readiness allowed me to penetrate fully in one continuous motion. You let out a short scream, a mixture of pleasure and pain. I started to thrust back and forth, each time almost fully exiting, and plunging back in. Each time you grunted and moaned. This wasn't a gentle lovemaking. I declared ownership over you that night and this was its physical form. You needed to be owned. You needed to be fucked. I grabbed your hair as I pounded you. The rhythmic smacking sounds echoing in the parking lot. We didn't think anyone was watching. Then I saw him.
