Grace Takes a Time Out Ch. 04

When finally the show ends she is glistening with perspiration which only improves her attractive and voluptuous appearance. With the band done and the sound down they can finally talk. First, there is a discussion of how great the band was and how much she liked it; Peter had liked it, too, once it got going and his initial nervousness subsided. Then there is the question:

"Do you want to find something to eat or shall I just take you home?" After all, this is Jack's date, not his.

"Oh no - not home. I know a place where we can go and talk and wind down." She says, so they return to the van and she directs him out to the edge of town to a park that is closed. "I know the combination to the padlock." she tells him. Once in and the gate reclosed and relocked, she directs him to a remote picnic area - no lights, but in the van headlights he sees picnic benches, fire pits, and lawn.

"Are we OK here, or is a ranger going to come along and boot us out?"

"No problem. County budget cut-backs have left places like this totally unsupervised at night. We'll be fine. Let's get my duffle out and have a beer." They do and Peter discovers the duffle contains a big blanket and a six pack of beer. "Spread it out over here. I love this place - no lights and a million stars!" So they lay the blanket out on the ground, open a couple of beers, Peter goes to the van and turns the lights off, and they lie down next to each other staring up at the night sky.

"This is great, Shirley. Thanks for showing me. It's so quiet here, away from town - all I can hear are the crickets." And they go on about this and that until Shirley asks:

"Dating anyone at the moment?"

Peter pauses to think and compose himself: total honesty. "I've been seeing this older woman recently, but it's short term will be over in a couple of weeks."

"Older? Sounds exotic; is it exciting or, like, a fantasy? I hope you're not cheating on her to be with me tonight."

"No, she knows we're out tonight. Our deal is non-exclusive and there's no commitment. And yeah, I have to say, it is way outside anything I expected."

"And she's OK with you going out? Wow. Is she hot? Is the thing between you hot?" Shirley is not prying, but is genuinely curious.

"She's having dinner with her girlfriend tonight. I expect they're talking about me and guessing about you."

Shirley is surprised. "So you're having this thing with her, she's got a girlfriend - like a romantic one or just a buddy? - and you're, like, totally open about what you're doing? I hate to be nosy, but is there sex involved?"

"Like I said, it's non-exclusive. And it's a romantic girlfriend. And yes, there's sex."

"How much? Did you do it today before our date?" A pause. "I'm sorry, that's a terrible question - I should think before I talk." Her tone says she's curious, but realizes how inappropriate the question is.

Peter is feeling uncomfortable, but sticks to the honesty line: "Three times."

Shirley turns toward him and raises herself up on one arm to look at him: "Oh God! That so crazy I almost don't believe you! When Jack told me you were the stand-in he said you were the worst dater in history and I wouldn't have to worry about a thing. Not like I didn't know what he was after - I mean I only agreed to go out with him because he had the tickets and it's my favorite band. I mean, I know what guys want and intelligent conversation is not usually it! Jack may be a friend of yours, but I know he wasn't interested in the band. So he sets you up as the non-threatening substitute and you tell me you're screwing this older woman three times a day? I mean I have been looking forward to going with you to the concert - whenever we talked at school I got a good vibe from you - but this is hilarious!"

The image of an airline television commercial with the punch line 'Wanna get away?' flashes through Peter's mind - he's not sure he's not digging a hole he can't get out of, but has committed himself to Grace's program: "I haven't been real successful at dating in the past, but my friend has convinced me that total honesty is the way to go. So I'm telling you this because you asked. I liked the band, I liked dancing with you, being with you, and this is a wonderful place." He's looking at her directly: it's dark, but their eyes have adjusted so they are in shadowy gray starlight.

"So what's 'older'?"

"She's 38."

Shirley laughs, at first it's an inward laugh like a smirk or a giggle, then out loud. "Life is crazy, isn't it? We talked on and off at school last semester and I liked you. You're smart and funny; and you didn't try to hit on me. No disrespect, but most guys do and I dress really plain to keep a lower profile. I liked you and when Jack told me you were the sub I thought 'Wow - this will be fun'. Now you're telling me that you're some kind of hot stud with the adults?" She laughs again at the unexpectedness of it.

"We're adults, too." He says, perhaps a bit defensively. The conversation changes course and they talk about mutual friends, next semester at the JC, life, the universe, and everything. At some point Shirley slides a hand across his chest and pulls herself over to kiss him. There's some making out and Peter is completely aware of his inexperience but gives it his best.

"Thanks for a great evening, Peter." she says after a couple of minutes. "You're a good dancer, you know." Peter runs his hands over first her back, then in front. She runs her hands down and below his waist; he covers her upper body, finally getting his hands under her unbuttoned shirt and sliding it off down her arms. She is on top at that point, and pauses, reaches behind her, and unhooks her bra-top; she pulls it away and tosses it on the ground. In the shadows he finds her chest and works her tits gently. Shortly after she starts to loosen his belt and unbuttons his pants; he, in return, undoes her jeans and within a couple of minutes they are both naked and continuing to make out on the blanket. He is all over her chest.

"You'd better have protection, Peter. I may not be able to stop."

He starts to feel and reach around with one hand looking for his trousers. "Just a sec." He gets up on his knees to find the trousers, they're down near her feet, he finds the right pocket, and pulls out a foil pack. He doesn't want her to lose interest while he's putting it on so he goes down on her while with one free hand he works the condom loose and starts to put it on.

Shirley responds immediately to his tongue between her legs - she makes a surprised sound, squirms, bucks her hips, grips him with her thighs, and soon after begins to cry out and moan. Once he has the condom on Peter figures he should keep at it for a bit longer and goes after her eagerly. Soon she cries out, almost screams, pushes herself into his face even more, moans, then sags back into the blanket with another, lower, moan.

After a pause Peter starts to work his way up the front of her, kissing, licking, sucking, and about the time he is able kiss her neck, his erection arrives at her vagina, and she reaches down to guide him in.

"Got your glove on?" she asks distractedly.

"Uh-huh" he responds. He starts to thrust, she meets him at every stroke; they are steady at first then pick up a bit more speed. She grunts occasionally; after a minute or two she grips him and twists herself so he rolls over and in a few more seconds she is on top looking down at him, still meeting his thrusts. In the dim light Peter sees her profile only but reaches up to stroke and massage her tits; she leans into his hands and makes pleased noises. A couple of minutes of this with their rhythm varying as Peter attempts to explore her insides with his erection and this time he rolls her over to get back on top. There's enough light that he can see her face: open-eyed and smiling up at him. He lowers himself enough to kiss her, then pushes their rhythm faster and faster until after a couple of minutes they both orgasm at almost the same time, and loudly, and then relax down into the blanket.

Peter is the first to speak: "Thank you, Shirley." He kisses her lips gently.

"Don't thank me." She still has her legs around him and gives him a little squeeze. "Thank you. Wow - you really took me by surprise! I can understand why that woman would want you three times a day." Another, stronger, squeeze. "When she's gone you have to call me right away!"