Shady Oak

The rest of the afternoon, I watched her move back and forth from the house to the pool, her bare feet busily slapping the concrete. I knew she knew I had been watching her by the way she moved, a bit more wiggle when she walked, her voice carried more solidly through the air, I heard every word, every giggle, then of course a couple of times she smiled back over her shoulder at me. Everything about her that day caused me to rethink our current dating/non-dating status. I don't know if it was her actions or the words of the novelist that made me look at her in a new light, what I do know is she definitely held my attention in that hot afternoon sun.

Later that night, after most of the crowd had left I caught her between the doorframes of her back door as she started to scurry past and asked her if she had any plans for the following Saturday.

"No plans, I'm free, what do you have in mind?" She answered.

I suggested making reservations for dinner somewhere different from our regular haunts and taking in a movie. She quickly agreed and I left beaming as I skipped down the steps, kicking a few wayward stones off the sidewalk and got into my car.

I drove to the bookstore the next morning. I knew the name of the author and I knew exactly which book I wished to read. I spent most of that lazy afternoon with my back braced against the oak tree, reading, "researching" the words that seemed to captivate the imagination of that, what I now considered, breathtaking creature.

This particular novelist wrote about castles and kings, about two lovers and the hardships that faced them in medieval England. He created a fantasy in a historically correct setting and was more correct than I had expected for fiction...especially erotic fiction. The hero with the bronzed muscles and flowing locks of tousled hair captivated the heroine's attentions then plunged into her wetness until she shrieked with passion. I took note of his words, enjoyed the way he fashioned each scene, and became completely enthralled as his hero overwhelmed the heroine until she begged for more.

I returned to the bookstore for more literary insight into my former roommate and the clerk informed me that this particular writer wrote under different genres and pen names. I selected two more books and hurried home to read in my favorite spot. This time the author described the antics of a couple of love struck teenagers of the 60's, making love for the first time.

"Cloaked by the moon less darkness of a city park, he pressed her back against a tree and ravaged her, continuing the pace until he heard her cry out."

In the second book, the scene unfolded in the back seat of a '57 Chevy parked along with others on a hidden embankment called "Cherry Hill."

"They kissed passionately as their hands explored each other's sex. The two young lovers discovering each other for the first time while gazing out at the twinkling lights that outlined the horizon of the city below, using their hands to wipe away the moisture that had gathered on their steamed up windshield."

Romantic thoughts, erotic thoughts spiraled through my brain the rest of the week. Every afternoon after work, I curled up with my back pressed against my favorite tree doing more "research." I archived in my memory what I had read, like a set of secret instructions, I felt that I had discovered the inner workings of Jean's fantasies. The love scenes flowed like honey. They pulled me into the scenarios until I had to set the book aside and relieve myself in the shower.

By the end of the week, I had taken so many cold showers I squeaked!

I reserved a table at the whimsical Golden Chalice for an early Saturday evening meal and checked the list of movies playing at the local theatre. White linen tablecloths with red flickering candles would get those erotic juices flowing. The romantic stage would then be set with the glimmer that extended from their central fire pit. It seemed more romantic than the usual dinner we typically shared at a fast food restaurant and more relaxed than rushing through a meal trying to make the movie on time.

I called Jean after making the reservations, to give her a heads up in case she had planned something earlier in the day and to let her know what time I would pick her up. With an excited voice, she said that she knew exactly what to wear.

Saturday evening, on my way to pick her up, I stopped at the florist and picked up some flowers. With a spring bouquet in my hand and a new bounce to my walk, I practically skipped down the walk to her front door. I pressed the doorbell, hearing it ring inside the house and felt like a seventh grader on his first date. When Jean opened the door, my jaw noticeably dropped. She was more beautiful than I could ever remember. Her hair tumbled in large curls on top of her head as tiny wisps dangled down the sides of her face.

She had created the perfect silhouette, a sophisticated beauty that far surpassed the twenty-three year old girl in her baggy sweatshirts that sported the universities logo.

She stood in the doorway wearing a stunning black form fitting dress, low in the front complimenting her breasts, and stylishly short to show off her magnificent long graceful legs. Standing in front of her, gaping, I almost forgot I had the flowers in my hand.

With a deep bow, one I had practiced repeatedly in front of the bathroom mirror for the past few days, I reached out, took her hand in mine, and gently kissed it. The pleasant surprised look on her face told me straight on that I had done something right.

"For you my Lady!" I stood back up and handed her the flowers then bowed deeply again.

"Thank you kind Sir!" Her eyes sparkled as she played along, dipping with a small curtsey, and then she kissed me gently on the cheek.

"Come on in while I put these in some water," she called out over her shoulder as she headed to the kitchen.

I admired how her hips moved in that dress and the way her legs looked from behind, especially with those three-inch black heels. I leaned against the wall, taking in a deep, lingering breath, thinking, "How had I missed all that?"

"I'm ready. I need to get my keys." Her voice cheerfully rang out as she dropped her keys in her small black clutch purse.

"Hello!" she giggled as she waved her hand in front of my face. "Earth to Mars, are you ready to leave?"

"God you are beautiful!" I stammered.

I continued to stand in the living room staring at her until she took my hand and led me to the door.

I had always been the "gentleman" and opened Jean's car door but that night I added a courtly bow then raced around the back of the car to the driver's side. When we got to the restaurant, I opened her door and held out my arm with my elbow bent, to escort her inside.

A preordered bottle of Chardonnay, nestled in ice, had already been set on the table, and the flickering candles added to the romantic ambiance of the dimly lit restaurant. It was an excellent meal, the atmosphere was enchanting, and there, across the table, sat the most beautiful woman in the entire world hanging onto every word I said.

"Life could not get any better than this!" I thought.

Once the waiter cleared our table, we sat and chatted, something we rarely had time for anymore with our busy schedules.

Soft jazz floated in the air, adding to the charm of the evening as I asked Jean to dance and led her on my arm to the dance floor. Taking her into my arms sent little bolts of lightening through my flesh, causing goose bumps to race up and down my spine. She kept herself at a safe distance through the first dance. Then she excused herself and started walking towards the ladies room. I was captivated. Her fluid waving steps reminded me of the motion that I had felt on the air mattress as I bobbed up and down in her pool the Saturday before, and the way her heels made her hips softly sway back and forth was down right enjoyable to watch. I returned to our table, sat, and continued to watch her until she disappeared through the door.

The next few minutes seemed to take a lifetime. I stood and reached for her hands when she returned, ignoring the fact that the movie should soon start, and led her back to the dance floor. Still, she kept a safe distance between us as we slow danced.

"Damn," I thought. "I wanted her! In my arms, in my house, in my life, in my bed!" Then it hit me, she was as afraid of crossing the friendship barrier as I was. It was my move!

"Come here you," I whispered, surprised at the huskiness that lingered in my tone. I twirled her around, placed my hand in the small of her back, and drew her up close. I expected her to pull away but instead she meshed her body against mine. I could feel her thigh brushing against the awakening hardness between my legs.

"Am I causing that?" She whispered as she rested her head against my shoulder.

"Oh yea! You are definitely causing that!" I whispered, nuzzling my chin even deeper into the soft flesh of her neck and breathing in the freshness of her hair.

She wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed even closer, again surprising me. I placed my hands below her waist on her hips, closed my eyes, and burrowed my face deeper into her flesh. Slow burning embers took over my senses as I envisioned the hero galloping at break neck speed then pulling back on the reins of his steed, dismounting and plunging his sword into the ground, then removing his helmet as he took the heroine into his arms.

Neither of us mentioned the movie. She seemed content to remain in my arms and with each dance, she pressed her body more intimately against mine. The delicious warmth of her body played with my senses as much as the intoxicating wine we had consumed. I hated the thought of the night ending. I continued to hold her in my arms as the last note filled the room then I placed my hand under her chin and raised her mouth to mine.

MAGIC!

Blood pounded in my brain and made my knees tremble! I was weak kneed and caught off guard because of the magic that jam-packed that kiss. Her wide-eyed innocence was merely a smoke screen as her beautiful green-flecked eyes gazed into mine and I swear I could feel tiny betraying bumps rise on her forearms.

I took the initiative to invite her to my place, not knowing if she would invite me to hers.

When we got into the car, she shuffled across the seat and placed her hand in mine. Before I could get the keys in the ignition, she had moved even closer and rested her head on my shoulder. I leaned over and cupped her face in my hands reclaiming her lips. She returned the kiss with such hunger, such fervor that it sent my stomach into a wild spin! Her tongue danced and swirled, darting repeatedly in-between my parted lips as she stroked my mouth to ecstasy.

My breath caught as I moved one hand down the silky smoothness of her throat then down across the top of one breast. My fingers traced the soft swell of that sweetly curved mound. Moving closer, the passion mounting, my trembling hand slipped down inside her dress and under one breast, holding and feeling the soft warm weight move gently in my hand. My thumb gently brushed across a stiff aroused nipple. A low moan from somewhere deep inside her drew me closer as the sensuous taste of her breast lingered on my tongue.

Within minutes, we had steamed up the windows in the old Caprice. Coming up for air, I reached for the keys and slipped them into the ignition.

"My house, right?"

"Yes, your house," she spoke softly, slowly and seductively as her hand moved down my chest, then between my thighs, resting on the zipper of my slacks.

Without warning, I could feel a cool breeze as she released my firm flesh, and the startling warmth of her wet tongue as it slid down its full length. She buried herself in my lap, the top of her head almost brushing the steering wheel. When she swallowed my organ deep into her throat, my eyes began to blur. I pulled over to the side of the road before all the blood in my body went south like geese in the winter.

Jean continued to suck on my aroused member while her fingers encircled the bottom of it. I was so hard! She sucked, holding it firm at the base, then licked across the head and sucked some more. Maneuvering from underneath the steering wheel, I raised my butt enough to allow her to pull my slacks down while I leaned my head against the seat letting her mouth perform its magic. More than once, I almost came but she seemed to sense it and backed off until I gained control, then she began to suck again. My entire being, every thought, every touch revolved around the firm flesh she held in her mouth.

"Are we there yet?" she asked, raising her head as she came up for air.

"There?" I laughed, breathing in with choppy gasps. "Oh! You mean my place?"

I looked down in wonder at this fantastic woman as she smiled back at me, holding my extended flesh at attention while running her tongue back up from the base to the tip, waiting patiently for me to answer.

"No, not even close, you had me going so bad I had to pull off the road!"

Looking down at her I removed the tie that held her hair on top of her head and watched as her curls tumbled down across her back then fell in between my thighs.

"Kiss me," she encouraged, as she sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Make love to me," she moaned in a ragged whisper as her hot breath swirled in my ear. "Right here...Right now..." her voice trailing off as she bit down and sucked on a tendon in my neck, sending a rhapsody of warm chills spinning, from one nerve to the next, all the way from my head to my toes.

This was not what I had planned, I mean I really wanted to fuck her, but not here, not the first time. I wanted it to be in a bed, my bed, covered with satin sheets and fluffy pillows. I wanted to wake up with her in my arms after a sultry, sweaty night that left both of us winded and breathless, reaching for each other, begging for more.

Jean's last warm request hung thick in the air as I looked around.

"Hang on, let me move the car," I said as I pointed to a small group of trees.

I parked the car as far away from the beaten path as I could, and like two teenagers, we maneuvered ourselves into the back seat and anxiously began to undress each other. I still wore my boxers and she wore a black lacy bra with matching panties that tied on each side.

"You know, if anyone catches us..." I whispered, my voice trailing off as I traced her ear with my tongue.

"Only if they catch us..." her voice muffled as she pressed her lips together, leaned over, and took my now flaccid member back into her mouth.

Then it occurred to me, I had it all wrong! Her fantasy did not revolve around the courtly passions of knights and maidens in ancient gilded castles. No, her fantasy centered on the threat and danger of exposure like the forbidden lovers of these novels. She enjoyed the risk and excitement of possible discovery. The adrenaline flowed! Her skin bristled in the faint moon light with goose bumps rising on her stomach and breasts.

I pressed her back against the door with my mouth locked firmly against hers and reached down, cupping both her breasts in my hands. Their warmth and the hardness of each nub told me that she was as aroused as I was. I could feel the betraying wetness on the satin as I slid my hand down her stomach and in between her legs. She ended up lying on the back seat while I sat on the floorboard exploring her incredible body with my hands and mouth. I unfastened the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts, the straps laid loose around her shoulders. Even laying flat on her back her breasts stood up firm as my mouth sucked on them. I massaged her stomach and untied one side of her panties letting the ribbons fall on the seat while I found her clit and rolled it gently between my fingers.

Crawling back up onto the seat, I picked up both her legs and draped them over my shoulders. I grabbed her butt holding both cheeks in the palms of my hands and pulled it towards me, releasing the ribbons that still tied her panties on her other hip. I used my tongue to move from the back of her slit to the front, moving the wet satin aside as I gained more access. Trimmed close, she smelled like flowers, fresh spring flowers.

Still buried between her thighs, I moved my tongue the full length of her slit but this time inside, parting her swollen lips, then up wrapping my tongue around her clit until I heard her moan. I continued to scissor my fingers in and out of her pressing against the roof of her wet slippery sheath until she cried out.

Her body shook and writhed as she squirmed. I reached up and pinched the nipple of one breast. Her head dropped back pressing into the car seat, her hips rose, and she groaned.

I placed a hand under her butt and with my thumb began to circle her secret back passage then dipped into her wet pulsating core, back and forth, from one spot to the next while nibbling on her clit and realigning my fingers as they danced inside her.

"Oh yes, that's it, gawd, don't stop," she moaned in a hushed whisper.

I had no intentions of stopping! Raising my butt and repositioning so she could get a firm grip on my full throbbing erection, I soon felt a smooth silky touch pulling my staff back. She maneuvered her tongue around it leaving wet, cool licks on my feverish flesh. Wide, wet licks that emanated from its base to its tip.

As I continued to manipulate at my end, I felt her hand on my backside, gently kneading and spreading my cheeks as her fingers trickled down between the cleft of my butt. The crisp, cool evening breeze swept against my behind, then down seizing my balls, making my cock flinch and twitch. With a well thought out and planned tactical maneuver on her part, she suddenly pressed a very slim tiny finger into my ass, brushing my prostrate.

A thunderous hiss pushed up from deep inside my tightened diaphragm, sounding like a rapidly deflating tire.

Startled! Stunned! It felt good! Genuinely fine! She had taken the lead! Raising the ante!

Surprising me yet again!

"Damn," I thought, "she had definitely been paying attention when she read those books!"

Then I prayed, "Aw God, have a heart, don't let me go off!" as I moved my butt out of her range.

I dove between her legs, and pulled her ass close! Our eyes met as she looked down and saw my impersonation of Kilroy, gripping her slit with both hands, my eyes peeking over her mound, determined not to let her out gun me.

"Yes Sir!" I thought as I continued to lick and stare into her eyes. "Torpedo launched!" A wicked grin started to take shape on my face, "Shall we return fire Sir?"

I penetrated her deep with my tongue, slid it across the roof of her slit, reached up and savagely squeezed and pinched each breast, clamped my lip covered teeth down on her clit, then I pressed MY thumb into HER ass!

She exploded!

She grabbed her breasts and began to squeeze and pinch at both. Her hips bucked and bumped up against a triumphant grin that stretched across my face. I licked my parched lips and my breathing grew more ragged as it turned into short shallow intakes of air. The smell of her womanly essence overpowered the flowery scent and captivated my senses as it filled the small space inside the car. I buried my face between her legs, my fingers rifling in and out of her slit like a Gatlin Gun with a revolving barrel until her orgasm subsided.

Slowly, turning, letting her catch her breath, I laid down on her, moving back and forth on her writhing glistening mass, up and down her full length, stopping to bite a nipple, kiss her mouth, her neck, her stomach, then back up capturing her mouth again and again. Lacing her fingers in mine, I pulled her arms up over her head and pressed my mouth down on hers rallying all the energy I could muster as I felt the hardness of my sex at her entrance.