For a Good Time Call

He asked if I wanted a nightcap, but I declined, asking instead that we go for a walk along the lake. After walking for a while he put his arm around me, and after a while I couldn't help myself. I turned, gazed into his eyes, and we kissed. It was a friendly kiss at first, but it soon developed into a warm, passionate one.

He held me tight as our lips, then tongues, danced. I don't know whether his or my hands slid down to feel ass first, but soon we were rocking back and forth on that secluded path like old lovers who somehow got back together again.

"Don't take this wrong, Jennifer," said the man, coming up for air, "but we better stop before I, er, we do something wrong."

I couldn't believe the words came out of my mouth, but they did. "I want you. Now."

No way it was me, I mean, I never, ever, had gone all the way on a first date. Nor a second or third date for that matter. Yet here I was along a lake making out with a man I barely knew. Acting just as that girl who's name and number were on a bathroom wall would have in every boy's fantasy.

I was putty in his arms, I was trembling to his touch. I wanted him inside me. He asked if we should go back to my place, but I shushed him and said no. I wanted him now, here, because I knew if I waited and we went back to my place I'd probably back out of the deal.

We returned to our embrace as Richard didn't stop to argue. I was getting more excited by the minute, and I could feel his manhood pulsing against me through our clothing. His hands caressed my ass as we dry humped before he led me to a bench. There we sat and kissed some more, his hands roving all over my trembling body.

He first paid close attention to my heaving breasts, tweaking one nipple then the other through my blouse. His touch was heavenly; he was bringing me higher and higher. I licked his neck, and then the area right behind his neck as his hand stroked my thigh. Soon his tough was felt slithering up below the wool of my knee-length pleated maroon skirt.

He paused at the lacy top of my thigh high stockings before concentrating first on the flesh above and then making their way toward my private, wet center.

Slowly he caressed the lips, then played inside the soaking wet fold. I gasped as he touched my clit, sending out a wave of sensations which tingled my inner self. Soon one, then two fingers worked their way into my pussy as I leaned back in the bench. I felt his weight shift and then he left the bench, slipping between my legs and lifting my skirt.

Keeping my cotton panties slid to the side, he bent his head and lowered himself down on my wetness, slithering out his tongue in a slow, tantalizingly smooth movement. Never before had I felt such sensations. His tongue vibrated against my sex and I began to boil over. His work was successful and I soon climaxed all over his face as he continued to lick, caress and suck my slippery hole. I reveled in the passion of the act before forcing myself to push him away.

"That was wonderful, Richard, simply marvelous," I cooed lifting him back to the bench. I kissed him, tasting my juices, the rested his head on my shoulder. My hand moved down toward his manhood, and it wasn't long before I felt the hardness still pulsating in his pants. It was time to return the favor, and I slipped down onto the ground.

"Ouch," I said, my knees landing on some pebbled. The thoughtful man gave me his jacket to buffer the rough ground, and soon I was comfortable between his legs. I reached over and unzipped his pants, then unbuckled his belt.

Reaching behind I lifted him a bit and slid his pants and boxers down in one quick pull. Up popped his bulging boner which seemed to glimmer in the moonlight. It beckoned me, but I couldn't help but go slowly as I marveled at its size. There had to be eight inches of man-meat pulsing in front of my nose. I looked up at the man who was staring back at me, almost in disbelief.

"Can I kiss it?" I coyly asked. He could only shake his head yes.

Later, he told me he tried to say yes, but he was afraid his voice would crackle or stutter and he was terrified of breaking the spell. I bent my head and licked the tip, savoring the bit of pre-cum which blanketed the head. Then I slowly licked down the cock to its base, then back up.

I repeated the act several times before I inserted the dick into my mouth. There, holding it tightly between my wet lips, I patiently constricted my lips and slowly mouth was down his manhood. Hearing him groan above me, I knew he was close, but I didn't want him to cum just yet. I lifted off his cock, replacing my mouth with a slowly stroking hand. I told him he was special, that I loved his dick, and that I wanted him inside me. He didn't move. I think he was in a trance or something. His mouth attempted to say something, but nothing came out.

I surmised that meant he was in agreement so I stood, straddled his cock, pulled my skirt away and lowered myself slowly down onto his throbbing manhood. Soon I had his dick all the way up inside me, and I merely sat on it while allowing its electric pulses to tantalize my pussy. It was an amazing feeling.

We weren't moving but the sensations were fantastic. I kissed him as he caressed my ass. Then we began to rock back and forth on the bench. His dick wasn't really moving in and out of my pussy. Rather, we were moving in tandem as his cock tickled my clit and brought smiles to my sensitive wet spot.

Whether it was his perfect dick, the naughty nature of our interlude under the stars or merely the stars aligned in perfection as we fucked, I soon went over the edge once again. He had me whimpering in pain and pleasure as we barely moved with each other. I kissed him again and again, muttering some kind of dribble as he brought home a third orgasm from deep inside my body.

Again we held still, although I have to admit I swear his cock was moving quickly inside me although his hips didn't move. It was pulsating like a vibrator with brand new batteries and I couldn't help but want to please him in the most intimate of ways.

Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself on one leg as I lifted the other off his thighs. His cock slipped out of my pussy, and he begged me to put it back inside. Ignoring his request, I once again took my favorite fall into the spot between his legs. This time there was no tenderness. I attacked his cock like a wonton women on a mission. My mouth opened and I sucked him deep into my mouth, moving my head up and down his powerful spike.

Within a minute I felt his cock pulsing and then I tasted the reward of my actions. Spurt after spurt of sauce stormed into my mouth as he blasted his pent-up seed. Some escaped, leaving my face a mess, but I didn't mind in the least as this man deserved every second of pleasure. Soon his thrusts slowed as his sack was empty, and I savored the shrinking manhood as it lost much of its hardness. I licked and kissed every inch of it though as he caressed my head, coming up for air when it was totally clean.

"Oh my god Jennifer that was fantastic," panted the drained man.

"You can't imagine," was my loving reply.

I rested my head on his thighs for a few minutes, before a branch cracking nearby brought me up to the bench as Richard pulled up his pants to become decent. Not at all too slowly, as soon we heard two lovers approach just as we had maybe an hour before. Then nodded their heads in a knowing way as they passed, almost as if they had been voyeurs to our little lovemaking session.

I was embarrassed, but I didn't care. Richard had somehow captured my fancy, and what we had done was ever so right. We walked hand in hand around the lake, making our way back to the parking lot where we had left our cars. I hadn't planned this evening, I never expected the activities. He led me to my car and kissed me.

"Don't laugh, but I met the girl of my dreams tonight. I love you," said a shy-voiced Richard. "I want know everything about you, and I won't pressure you, but I do want to see you again and again. Someday, if I am lucky, I will marry you."

Sounds corny, of course, and I told him he was a lunatic. Yet that was six months ago. This Saturday we're getting married.

It appears I may have to change that valued number after all.