I was taking a different route home tonight. I had gone to the dance and had a decent time, but none of the ladies there had been particularly striking. I had been scrupulously polite and respectful -- my parents had instilled that in me, because they didn't want me to be another spoiled trust fund asshole -- but there just wasn't that spark with anyone. Well, no need to rush things. I was 25 and would never have to earn a living, so I really couldn't complain about life. Any rate, instead of taking the main highway, I was going for a pleasant late evening (well, by now it was fully night) drive in the countryside. It was cold and slightly misty, and driving slowly through the forest, I felt like I was in a fairyland.
Was that -- yes, it was. A woman was standing by the side of the road, with her thumb up in the classic gesture. I slowed my car to a stop and opened the door. She was slim, and was wearing a short skirt and a white tank top. Her shoulder-length, curly dark hair framed an oval face. Her skin was light-toned, and her lips were aggressively red, as if she had put on a strong lipstick. Her breasts fit her frame -- not huge, not tiny -- and because of the cold air and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples were practically poking through her shirt.
"Hi," I said. "Hop in. I'm Arthur."
"Thank you kindly," she replied, settling herself in the passenger seat. "I'm Lisa. I was on a date with someone who I thought was a gentleman. But the `art museum' he said we were going to was a strip club, so I told him to return me home. We got to here and he stopped his car and threw me out, then roared off into the distance. No reception for my cell phone in this jungle."
"Sorry to hear that," I sympathized. I was tempted to make a comment on her breasts, but didn't. Something about Lisa was making me very horny. Funny thing was, I normally was attracted to heftier ladies. And older ones -- though as it turned out, even though she looked younger than me, Lisa was in fact 31. "I'll gladly take you back to your home."
"That would be wonderful," she replied.
Her English was perfect, but she had a slight accent. As a trust fund kid, I'd done plenty of global traveling. "I like your accent," I observed. "Romanian -- and if I had to guess, I'd say the part known as Transylvania."
"Thank you. And, very good ear. I was born here in America, but have family in Cluj, so at age 5, I went over there to live and be educated. I returned after finishing college, having learned how to speak both Romanian and English. My parents passed on while making a visit to Romania, and I inherited a good chunk of money on the condition I return out here to take care of the family farm."
"Sorry to hear about your parents."
"Left at the next intersection."
We continued chatting away as she guided me through several turns. Finally, we pulled up in front of a dark house. She had apparently not left a light on.
"Would you like to join me inside? You've been very nice, and the least I can do is feed you."
"I will accept your lovely invite. You may need to draw me a map when I do leave."
"I will."
I took her hand and we walked together to the door. She turned on some lights when we got inside and led me into the kitchen/dining room.
"Thank you for inviting me in, Lisa. Would you like my help?"
"You're the guest, Arthur. I'm hungry, myself, because I was expecting dinner on my date that went bad. So you just sit back and relax while I make my favorite meal -- steak tartare. I should make enough for both of us, yes?"
"Sure! I've never had it, but I'm always willing to try new things."
"Glad to hear it." She went to work in the kitchen, and I tried not to stare at her. The more she moved around, the sexier she seemed to be. I kept reminding myself not to stare and not to make any comments on her body.
I hadn't anticipated her sitting right next to me. I thought she would sit across the table. But next to me it was. I don't know what sort of perfume she had on -- obviously she had been trying to impress her date -- but its scent was overwhelming my senses. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to ravenously run my eyes over her. I focused on eating my steak tartare.
"This is really good, Lisa."
"There's a reason it's my favorite."
"Now it's one of my favorites."
When we finished, she returned the plates to the kitchen and walked back over to me. She took both my hands in hers and made me face her while she looked me straight in the eyes.
"Arthur, you've been holding back your impulses ever since you picked me up. But the truth is that women can be just as horny as men. I had expected my evening to end with sex from my date after a nice visit to the museum and a pleasant dinner. I put on my sexiest outfit and wore my most alluring perfume. Since he turned out to be a jackass, whereas you have been nothing but a gentleman and a very good looking gentleman at that, I want you to come into my bedroom with me and get naked so we can pleasure each other."
"Lisa, that is a wonderful offer. I accept."
"Good."
We both made a pit stop, then I followed Lisa into her bedroom. We removed our clothes and climbed onto the bed. I lay next to her and wrapped my arms around her, while she did the same, wrapping her arms around me. We both moved our faces forward and our lips met for a slow kiss.
After we broke for air, Lisa initiated the next kiss. And she was the one who hungrily pried open my mouth so she could slide her tongue inside. I responded in kind, and we spent several minutes kissing with great passion, stopping only to breathe.
As much as I wanted to roll her onto her back, spread her legs and ram my now fully hard cock into her, I also wanted her to like me tomorrow morning. So I fought down the impulse, and slowly began kissing my way down towards her chest.
"Do you like my breasts? I know some men think a woman's chest is a failure if it's less than an E cup."
"An E cup on your frame would give you permanent back problems. Your breasts are perfect for your build."
"Go ahead and kiss them."
I kissed through her cleavage first, then gently cupped her firm orb while I teased the tip of her nipple with my tongue. Lisa made an appreciative sound, so I began suckling. Her arms secured my head in place and she shivered.
I moved my mouth back and forth between her nipples, trying to give them equal treatment. I used my fingers to gently tweak the one I wasn't suckling. Lisa's body relaxed and she gave me a smile.
"You do know how to make a woman feel appreciated."
I proceeded to kiss my way down her washboard-flat belly. Lisa really kept herself in amazing condition. My hands found her legs and I gently caressed them.
"Thank you, Arthur. Most men these days don't take the time to warm up a woman. They want to plunge right in."
I kissed her thighs, then spread her legs open, positioned my body between then, and ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her nectar. It was intoxicating. I slid my tongue to her clit and very gently circled it, drawing a gasp from Lisa.
I replaced my tongue with my fingertip and made tiny circles around her love-button. Her body shuddered. I slid my tongue between her folds and began swirling it around to collect her leaking juices. Her legs wrapped around my head.
I continued to lightly brush her clit, and was rewarded by a gusher of honey as she climaxed. But as I gulped it down, I knew one wouldn't be enough. Needing more, I kept my tongue working.
Lisa squirmed and moaned, her legs tightening around my face. I drove my tongue deeper, trying to get her to climax again. She shuddered and pressed up more firmly against me. I kept going until she flooded me again.
Her legs unlocked and she rolled me onto my back. "Arthur, that was amazing. But I can't wait any longer. I have to have your cock in me."
"You won't see me objecting."
Lisa lifted her body up, then positioned herself and lowered her dripping pussy onto my rod. She was delightfully tight. Not a virgin, as there wasn't resistance, but she felt wonderful around me.
"Mmmmmmmm," I whispered. "Very nice."
"This will feel even better." Lisa began sliding up and down on my cock. Not too fast, just enough to build a gentle rhythm. I smiled up at her and began moving my hips in time with hers.
Lisa kept going while leaning her torso forwards. Her breasts were in my face. I lifted my head, caught a nipple in my mouth and started suckling.
Lisa wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly. "You're an amazing lover, Arthur."
I blushed. "Thanks, Lisa." I placed my hands on her small, round butt and groped her flesh as she rode me. She sped her rhythm up and I matched her.
She climaxed again, but didn't even slow her movements. Feeling her squeeze my pole with her box made me shiver with excitement.
