A Rendezvous

Some time ago, I started a conversation with a woman on a hookup chatroom. We talk and get to know each other over some light conversation in the next two weeks, off and on, as we tested the waters with each other.

The conversation start becoming more sexual as we talk about what we like, she loves giving head to strangers, her spit wetting the shaft as she gags with it deep in her throat, I talk about the praise I've received from women in regards to my fingers exploring their box, wetting my fingers with their juices, readying them to be inserted inside to bring them to climax.

She mentions a park she takes people to where there are a lot of places to fool around, blowing and licking people she's talked to and asks if I'd be interested in coming one time. I say that I would need more than just a bj to get me off as I have yet to find anyone who can, following with maybe taking her from behind and as I finger her front. She enjoys the imagery of my playful words and it brings me a slight grin to my face to express those desires, but I restrain myself because I don't really know who this is, really.

I ask for her to paint a picture of herself, expecting a knockout description to be be a bit too go to be true but she was modest; slim woman with perky B sized breasts in her early 40s with blond hair, a pair of nice legs, described by others as cute-to-pretty with emerald green eyes.

I describe myself as a man of 35 years but looking much younger than I have a right to be by some unseen reason and not because of good genetics. A tall slim with long black hair and blue eyes that gets me the most compliments if any at all.

She laughs at my humorous depiction of my description and offers to meet up at her spot in the park and have fun with one another, starting with her blowing me till I'm hard and possibly more after that. I thought this was too good to be true as I've never met up with someone without knowing them, seeing them, first. Concerns over safety, whether this person would like me, whether I'd like them.... again I don't even know if this is a woman or not, let alone one I'd be attracted to. I'd figure to give it a shot as it was still a public place, somewhere I had always wanted to play, and during the day so I didn't think much of it in the way of a set up. If I wasn't in to her, we'd end it there.

She gives the name of the site, a little spot of beach coast off the beaten path that very few people ever go to in the middle of the day. I say I'll meet her there, follow the instructions she gave, all the while anxious and excited of this rendezvous with a stranger.

The next day, I go to the park and come off the trail onto a small secluded beach the edge of a treeline to see the person I was there to meet. The woman present was indeed being modest, she was pretty and like me, younger in appearance than what she claimed as her true age. He rosy cheeks bloomed prominently giving her the appearance of a round-ish face as she showed her shy, but warming smile. Her eyes locking to mine showing that she liked what she saw, too. Her blond hair ended in curls towards the ends of their strands that rested on her shoulders, her frame a slime, fit, one. If she was someone's mother, then she would be giving their friends plenty of reason to come over to the house. Though the clothing she wore was more "Comfortable Business", and the fact that she was doing something like this, suggested she didn't have any.

But it also showed me something else, that the form fitting white top and skirt were easy to get of the way for the play we'd both talked about. I walked over with grin on my face thinking I have done something that rarely happens: get lucky, as she walks over radiating warmth and a desire directed toward me. We close the gab, the one saying the others name, and she proceeds to inch closer as she compliments me. This makes me blush a little, which produces a giggle from her and attracts her to me more quickly. More compliments follow from both of us and she takes her hand inside my jacket to feel against my chest, the last thing she says is that I do, in fact, have pretty blue eyes before kissing me lovingly. A hum comes up from inside throats as I bring her in close, causing her to wrap her arms around my neck to bring her in even closer for a deeper french kiss. My hands grabbed the small of her back as to thrust her waist to my growing hard on, then proceeded to feeling up her firm butt which produced a muffled yelp from her.

She obviously felt my growing member in my pants because she takes one hand and starts itching it through my jeans, which is a big turn on for me. After a few minutes of grabbing, feeling and exploring the pleasure centers of the others mouth, she breaks with another smile and half closed eyes, bites her lip, and compels me to follow her with the desire to keep her hand touching the bulge my crotch. She brings me over to a log fallen by some unnamed flood from the years past, and has me stand near it.

"You're going to want some place to sit down when I get started," she says, as she works on my belt and pants while she teases and nuzzles my with her noise.

Tall talk,

I think to my self, as many have claimed such a thing. I don't know why its been this way for me, but as enjoyable as it is, blow jobs have never been enough to get me to climax. She takes her time teasing me with her nuzzling while she completes the task of opening my pants and stroking a semi hard shaft through the cloth of my boxer briefs. She slides down my torso keeping eye contact and lowers the underwear when she's level, releasing the throbbing dick for her enjoyment. She goes forth with a watering mouth and an enthusiasm that elicits a vocal response from me. I should be melting in her mouth from the pleasure she's giving me, but instead, brings me to complete hardness. She was right, I would need to sit back on the log. She goes back and forth from her wet, smooth, mouth and twisting tongue to her thrusting hand up and down. I put my hand behind her head and push her in as I thrust forward, slowly, making her gag once or twice which she seemed to enjoy.

"Want to take this further...?" she asks, as she comes up for air. " I want what you promised me." I couldn't lie, I wanted more, too. Her hunger for blow jobs seemed to have grown into more cardinal desires when it came to us, so I dug out a condom from my jacket pocket as I toss it to the side, she opens it, waters the inside for me, and seductively slides it down my shaft. She gets up beside me eyeing me as she seductively draws her spaghetti strap down her shoulder, then her arm to reveal her perky and firm B-sized breasts. She leans over a little, daring me to come at her from behind, of which I oblige her. I come up from behind rubbing my shaft on her butt and groping her lovely mounds, she leans into me with a purr and a hand running through my long hair in the back of my head. Another favorite of mine, this woman was pressing all the right buttons.

We kiss passionately as press and rub against each out, which ends with her leaning forward and saying that she wants me in her ass. The level of hardness in my shaft goes up to 11. I draw up her skirt to reveal no panties and a plug already inserted, as she'd come prepared. A remove the plug and insert my own, a first for me as I have never given anal before, but had always heard that it was best to go slowly. The pressure was greater at the opening and had a different feel further inside, a... resistance pushing against me. She seemed to enjoy the experience though and exclaimed softly for every inch gained inside her until I was completely swallowed up. That was when I had heard my name called.

I looked over to the source of the sound, forgetting that I was in a public area, to see someone I had not thought to ever see again. A young woman in a one piece dress that hugged her curves and a slim body that she had always said was never where she wanted it to be. It was held up by spaghetti straps with one fallen to the side of her shoulder. Her smooth thin legs ended in white sandals and her black hair that ended in blond highlights had grown a little but still hung close to her soft neck line. The Asian features of her were angled leaving the chin rounded instead of a completely round face , which held a confused of bewilderment seeing .

She was my Ex from 6 months past and we haven't spoken to each other since.

She looked more shocked in seeing me in this situation than the situation itself, for she was as much into this sort of thing, if not more so, than I was, having done far more than I have before we met. The Older Woman whom I was deep inside her ass at the time stood up to see our new guest.

"You're early," she said as she picked up on our starring into each others eyes. Turns out my Ex had arranged the same meeting I had with the woman I was inserted in. "You know each other?"

"We've met," I said.

The Older Woman stands straight and against me, drawing back and brushing her fingers against the side of my face while the other side she lightly kisses with wet lips. She talks in between the soft smacks they make. "You think... we can... get her to... join in?"

Like sunlight warming away the fog on the coast, the sight of The Older Woman hitting on me, enticing and teasing , was turning my Ex on and warming her up to the idea as the confusion faded.

I give her a soft grin and say "I'd like that," remembering the feelings I still had for her despite the ills. My Ex smiled softly as well and came in close to give The Older Woman a sensual kiss, in her attempting to tease me, before coming to me and doing the same. Except between me and her there was deeper feeling behind it. A longing, a savoring, like a sweet wine after crossing a desert. My Ex gets in front of The Older Woman and raises her skirt to show she's not wearing any panties either and begins to be eaten by the woman in between us as I slowly begin to fuck her ass. Then faster. Then harder. They each try to quell their moans, one by biting her hand and the other by burying her mouth deeper into the smooth hairless pussy of my Ex. The end comes to them both in a wave of orgasms as I've moved on to fingering The Older Woman's pussy as I thrust into her ass.

What followed next was a orchestra of sounds and movements between the two women. One position where I was facing the beautiful Asian woman and embraced her lovingly one last time, while from behind her The Older Woman played with her body. Another where they'd switch and my Ex played with Older Woman's pussy and gave french kisses as I continued inside her ass and felt up her breasts.

The two of use continued back and for until I couldn't hold it in anymore and came into The Older Woman, while my Ex was sliding on her face and coming from the tongue lashing she'd received. My Ex and I both kissed deeply to muffle the moans of your ecstasy. We continuing kissing after the waves rippling through our bodies died down as The Older Woman removed the condom I was wearing as to devour the contents inside she so desperately wanted.

After a few minutes of comfortable pillow talk the teasing began again as the two ladies began making out in front of me, getting each other off and making me hard as well. Knowing my Ex the way I did, she was one to want it raw whenever possible, taking the necessary birth control and testing precautions to allow her her favorite sexual pleasure. As I came in from behind I inserted myself into her wetness and began to make her moan those familiar lovely moans I remembered. The Older Woman came at her from the front and I teased the both of them, making my Ex straighten up to make out with me as I took her from behind. Seeing the moment for what it was The Older Woman put her head down near our connection and began teasing the both of us. The orgasm that followed was a strong one that made me constrict her torso tightly bringing on a stronger orgasm in her, along with her favorite, a pussy filled with cum. This put The Older Woman in prime position to suck and drink it up out of my Ex's pussy, the clever devil.

We dressed back up and went our separate ways, The Older Woman thankful to have met us as she moves on to the next conquest, and us leaving on nicer terms than the last time we'd talked. Not enough to continue seeing each other again.... sad, I know... but not everyone gets a happy ending.

I look back on this Dumb Luck and/or act of God happenstance fondly as one not to forget, because I'm not that lucky to have it happen again. One thing comes to mind though, some time later on after the event...

I still have yet to climax from a blow job.