I returned the next day after sunset to the same graveyard; I wasn't expecting anything, but had a feeling something would happen to satisfy me further tonight. ;)
Approaching the area where I had been the day before, I settled down to wait, sitting on the grass with my back to a slanted gravestone. It was another hot day even though the sun was no longer visible and it was getting dark, I was wearing only a bikini top and matching black Lycra skirt to stay cool. It had been a tiring day, so I put my head back against the cool stone, folding my arms across my chest. Everything was quiet; there was no noise whatsoever. I found it strange that there wasn't at least a priest in the church, ground's men working in the area, or animals living on this land... During this time, my fatigue took over, and I fell asleep... I woke up suddenly finding that it was pitch black. It had been quite late when I had come out here, and by now, there was a chill in the air. I could feel my nipples getting erect from the cold – after all, I wasn't wearing that much.
Sighing, giving up hope of seeing the mystery guy I had met yesterday again, I scrambled off the ground and looking around, I started to walk away to my car, which I had parked by the church. I was disappointed, of course, thinking he was too good to be true, when I sensed something move behind me. I spun around, and nearly collapsed from the shock when I found myself chest to chest with the mysterious man I had met last night. I cried out in shock, and once again found myself speechless as I gazed into his eyes.
"We meet again," he said, speaking so softly that I barely heard him, even though there were no other sounds.
"Yes..." I mumbled, "I... I... was just... in the area..." He stepped closer to me, his hand brushing my hair, his finger gliding over my bare back as I spoke, his eyes scanning me up and down. But as he stepped away, I now understood what people meant when they said someone could undress you with their eyes, because I felt totally powerless and naked in front of this man. I guessed that he was just taller than six feet, athletically built and dressed in a dark suit. He looked like he was in his late 20s, his hair was black, and his facial features were sharp, with piercing almost see through blue eyes. I found myself walking towards him when he held out his hand, smiling at me, his blue eyes twinkling. It wasn't a friendly smile, nor was it a vicious smile. More like he knew he had me wrapped around his little finger; in a way it was true...
His hands were cold, even though it was bikini season. I placed my hand on his, and like a lamb being led away for slaughter, I followed him meekly, my mind blank. He led me across the graveyard, his arm now around my waist. We didn't speak once during this time, till we reached a large building behind the church, hidden by a huge tree, where he turned to me and said, "You'll like what I've prepared.."
Baffled at this, I stepped into the cool building after him, finding a short hallway with a doorway into a larger room. The room was lit with a bunch of candles of all sizes and shapes at each corner. There was an area in the middle of the room about the size of a double bed covered in a rich velvet blood red cloth; I figured it must've been an altar made of stone or marble or some sort; the whole room was either black marble or some other richly textured, smooth, dark stone. The effect was dramatic yet simple.
He startled me when he appeared from behind me suddenly, leaning his head over my shoulder caressing and kissing my neck while his arms came from behind me, forearms on my waist with his hands on my bare stomach.
"So... Do you like it?" he asked me, I could feel myself getting aroused from his gentle yet firm touch on my body, and his lips gliding over my neck, feeling him give me little bites and nips now and then. I closed my eyes, feeling my world slip by as my body gave in to him. I couldn't speak; I couldn't reply to him, I felt myself slipping away slowly... His kisses were sending me to another world; I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs already, warm and slippery... He had undone the zip on my skirt and it was only staying in the same place because it was Lycra; the skirt had taken on the form of my hips and ass. He gripped my skirt, and pushed it down, leaving it in a pile on the floor. And just when my legs were about to give way, he picked me up into his arms, and carried me to the centre of the room, where he placed me on the altar. I collapsed onto it gratefully, lying back onto the soft thick velvet.
My legs parted as my hand went down from my breasts to my stomach, to my pubic area; my hand travelled down further and my smooth silky pussy greeted my hand, feeling the entrance to my cunt... dripping wet. I could feel my pussy lips swollen, wet and hot, my clit hard as a little pebble and throbbing for attention. Burning for my fingers to play with it. My head was spinning and my eyes were closed but I could still feel him watching me. My eyes fluttered open and I looked up at the dark ceiling. I was trying to focus and see where he was standing as my head fell to the side uncontrollably.
He walked towards me, his hand rested on my breast as he approached me. I could see him smiling, a large bulge in his trousers from watching me touching myself. He sat on the edge of the altar, and lifted my body up, so I was sitting up but still leaning on him and reaching behind me, he undid the strings that attached my bikini to me. While doing this, his lips went to my neck, kissing me gently after he threw my bikini on the floor. His hand started caressing my inner thigh, stopping and resting on me now and then while he kissed and sucked at my neck, and slowly, his kisses led down to my firm breasts. He had to bend his head down to reach my nipples from the position we were in, and he would suck and nibble at each one, twirling his tongue around it. He would start sucking on my breast now and then, giving me faint love-bites; his hand was now working on my burning pussy, and he could feel how wet I was from just stroking the material of my thong. He pulled my thong aside, his fingers wild, pushing hard into my cunt making my hot, sweet smelling juices ooze out of my tight pussy. He stopped to ease my thong off, sliding it from my hips. I had to lift myself up so he could slip it off totally, down my ass to my legs. He watched me, smiling as his fingers disappeared into me again, they explored my inner walls, my pussy wrapped tightly around his fingers as he continued to slide them in and out of me.
I couldn't wait any longer to see and touch his hard cock. It looked like it was about to burst out of his trousers! I tried to unzip him, but he looked at me pathetically and smiled because I could barely sit up, and could only manage to scramble and tug at his trousers; I was so hungry for him! He reached down and undid his trouser buttons and zip, and pulling his trousers off his legs, he threw them down on the floor. He took off his jacket and shirt slowly, leaving me to stare at his hard cock as he folded his clothes carefully, but then flung them carelessly to the ground beside the altar. He left nothing to my imagination as his seven-inch cock greeted me. I was grinning, imagining his cock pushing into my mouth... He sat fully onto the altar, and then lay down beside me.
He pushed my head towards his cock as I stared at it, licking my lips. I knew what he wanted, and he knew what I wanted to do to him, so as I put my hand on it gingerly, my thumb and forefinger wrapped around his thick shaft, he purred quietly, stroking my hair. I could feel him twitch from my touch as I slowly wrapped my hand around his cock, running it up and down him, getting faster and harder. I bent my head down, lips not touching his cock yet, with my tongue flicking his tip, tasting a bit of pre-cum on the end and lapping it up greedily. My tongue was doing circles around his tip, lapping and tickling the underside of his cock, placing kisses on his head and along his shaft now and then. I could tell that by just doing that, it was driving him crazy with pleasure... I slipped my lips over him, hot lips wrapped around his dick, letting him slide slowly into my mouth. I tried to get as much of him into my mouth and down my throat, I wanted to please him I began sliding my hot sexy lips up and down him quicker, feeling him pumping into my mouth as well, going deeper and deeper down my throat. He put pressure on my head, fucking my mouth hard. His hot shaft was pumping harder into my mouth as I continued to wank him at the same time, pulling my hand up and down his thick shaft, making sure every part of his big cock was being played with. My tongue continued to lick at him from inside my mouth, pausing now and then to flick my tongue over his tip, and swirling my tongue around his cock as I sucked on him like a child with a lolly. I made my teeth scrape his cock lightly now and then against his shaft, and he would respond by breathing in deeply, sighing and whispering something I couldn't hear. I could tell it was overall satisfaction.
The room was now filled with his moans, a low rumbling sound echoing around the room as I sucked harder on his big cock. My lips were held tightly around his dick, pulling at him. My hand would squeeze and rub his balls from time to time, feeling them getting tighter and tighter, knowing he was nearing an orgasm. His moans filled the room from me playing and sucking on his throbbing hard cock; he sat back up next to me opening my legs at the same time, and with a swift push, shoved his fingers deep into my pussy as he kept fucking my mouth with his cock. I was moaning too as I blew him, it was giving him pleasure from knowing I was enjoying it too.
