Lisa and Drew go on a sexual scavenger hunt.
It was Lisa's turn to decide what to do this date night--a monthly tradition started not long after they met many years before. It seemed they had been in a friendly competition to outdo the other with a clever date idea: interesting restaurant and activity afterwards.
Drew had her beat so far. He had taken her to a newly remodeled restaurant on the beach, an old locals' favorite. Then they played putt-putt golf at a course that had been around for nearly 70 years. He bought her ice cream and they strolled down the city pier to see the fisherman's catch. They even hit a cheesy gift shop before ending the night and bought each other shell bracelets and matching keychains. She felt like she was transported back to her youth. It was romantic, too, because they both grew up on the beach and went to the same elementary school, but their paths hadn't crossed until they were in their 30s. They often amused themselves with thoughts of what they would have done together if they had met as teenagers.
Lisa planned a date night not too long after they started dating, a "question night," so they could get to know each other better. She came up with 100 questions they both had to answer--fairly tame but personality revealing questions. It was their most cherished date because it was the night they sat under the stars and both felt like they had really bonded, learning about each other and readily accepting the other's quirks and bad habits. Without realizing it, Lisa had planned a most momentous night, one they would always recall in their fondest of memories.
But after two years of marriage, Lisa and Drew found themselves running out of ideas. Even their sex life, which had once been more than satisfying, reached a "once a week" point. They'd both wake up slowly on Saturday mornings, him taking her hand and directing it to his hard morning cock, and her pulling off her nightgown and waiting for the routine mission-position.
Lisa searched the internet for clever date suggestions. Some were ones they had already done, some were too expensive, others ridiculous. But one . . . one fascinated her immensely, but she feared Drew wouldn't be up to it. "Fuck it," she said. It was something she wanted to do, she thought to herself. And, as a rule, whatever the "party planner" decided was what they did.
Drew was your average "surfer boy" and had the looks of one even out of the water. He was tall and tan with a slight muscular build, and blond hair that hung just low enough that he had to whip his head around to get the hair out of his eyes. What everyone noticed about him first was his bright, welcoming smile. He was gentle, helpful, and, most of all, relaxed.
His most adventurous date idea involved the beach--packing a picnic dinner and renting a boat to ride out off the coast to watch the sunset. They'd made love after the sunset, discovering the excitement of (slightly) public sex.
"How should I dress for this evening?" Drew questioned Lisa as soon as he finished breakfast.
"Casual, as usual." Then she paused to consider their activities and the need for him to undress and dress quickly. "Will you wear your dark blue surf trunks today?"
"Sure," he responded obligingly. "Wait. You aren't going to wear something dark blue, too, and make us look like twinkies, are you?"
Lisa laughed because he was going to be shocked (in a good way, she hoped) about her plan. "No, I just want you to be comfortable. I want to run a couple of errands today, maybe make it a half-date, half-errand day?"
"Sure. You've been wanting to go look at some open houses, we can do that, too."
The plan was basically unfolding on it's own, she thought as she pulled on a short floral sundress.
The open house was a newly built modest three-bedroom three-bath. It was still more than they could afford, but Lisa wanted to compare house prices in the area. The talkative but pretty realtor showed the house: the spacious livingroom furnished with modern-style furniture, the farmhouse kitchen that was so popular these days, and each of the three bedrooms. The bathrooms were large in comparison to other homes their size. The backyard was large enough to eventually add a back porch and a pool. They agreed it would be a possibility if it were in their price range.
The realtor asked all the questions: had they been pre-approved? For how much? What did they absolutely want in a house? What could they forego?
"It's a little out of our price range," Drew told the realtor.
Lisa piped up. "--But we'd like to look around by ourselves, if that's ok?"
The realtor smiled understandingly, and Lisa caught a glimpse of curiosity from Drew. They walked back through all the rooms, heading toward the back of the house, chatting about what they liked about each room. When they entered the master bathroom, Lisa pulled the door closed and locked it. "Oh, look! It locks," she said, faking amazement.
Drew's left eyebrow lifted and he stared at her as if he couldn't put two and two together. Lisa pushed him back against the twin vanity, pulled his shorts down slightly, and pulled out his cock. She squatted and took his cock in her mouth slowly, stroking his cock with her lips just to give him a taste of things to come. After a few minutes, Drew grew concerned about the realtor and if she'd catch them. Lisa reassured him: "The door is locked." Then she stood up, climbed up on the vanity quickly, pulled up her dress, and Drew was slightly impressed that she wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock was still out, so he slid into her easily.
"We are getting thrown out of here," he laughed as he fucked her. After a few minutes she made him stop. He pulled out, pulled up his shorts, and gave her a nice long kiss.
"Ok, on to our next stop!" And with that she unlocked the door and went out ahead of him, walking a little more enthusiastically than before.
In the car, Drew exhaled as if he'd been holding his breath. "Where to next?"
"I was hoping you wouldn't mind. I want to take the car through the car wash--the new automatic one over on the corner of Oak and 5th. This pollen is so gross. All you have to do there is pay and drive through."
"You don't want your rugs vacuumed and the inside wiped down?"
"Drew, it's Saturday. If we go to our usual car wash, we'll be there an hour. I just want a quickie wash--uh, you know, a good one. And it is a hot water car wash."
After paying for the car wash at the machine at the entrance, Drew drove the car into the tunnel and put the car in neutral. Lisa turned the radio wide open and started singing at the top of her lungs. Drew looked at her like she'd lost her mind.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Lisa stopped singing for a moment and joked. "What? I can't hear you!"
The car wash soap began covering their car in multiple colors: pink, blue, green. The tunnel lit up like a disco, lights bouncing against the inside of the tunnel and the outside of thor car. Lisa swiveled in her seat toward Drew, and she pulled her left leg up toward herself, allowing her dress to fall down to her hips and expose her. She pulled his hand toward her and rubbed his fingers over and around her clit, pushing them gently inside her, pulling them out. Drew couldn't resist her. He leaned over and licked her voraciously, his lips covered in her juices. Lisa inched herself closer and closer to him, taking everything he was giving her: his fingers inside her, his tongue slapping her clit.
Suddenly the sounds of the carwash slowed down and went silent. Lisa reluctantly flipped her dress down and said coyly, "I guess we're off to our next stop."
A green signal flashed in front of them and a sign blinked: "Thank You. Enjoy Your Day." "I wasn't expecting this," Drew said, sitting up straight and putting the car in drive.
"Actually, I do have a serious errand to run. Do you mind driving me to work so I can pick up a few files to work on at home? It's not something I can do over the internet."
"Sure," Drew said.
"Thanks, babe," she said and kissed his cheek.
"Do you think I can get something to eat after that?" Drew smiled.
"You will just have to wait and see." Lisa could see Drew smile ever so slightly, just enough for her to confirm that he knew where the day was headed.
Lisa's office suite was located inside a two-story building right downtown. It was a great location, but it disturbed her that her boss had a magnificent office overlooking the main street, and her desk was tucked in a corner facing the other way. As the two climbed the stairs to the second floor, Drew reached up her dress and grabbed her ass. When they got to the second floor, he pushed her against the wall and kissed her, making her wetter than she had been at the car wash. "Save it, cowboy," she said and slipped into the office.
