The Summer I Met Nina

Suddenly, she stood up and looked down at me, her legs wide apart then got down on her knees between my legs, unbuttoned my pants, her hands moving quickly, pulling down the zipper, reaching for my cock which had already sprung out of my boxer shorts. She looked into my eyes then grabbed my cock and started licking it passionately. I could feel her hunger as she moved her tongue up and down, harder and faster then she took the head of my cock in her mouth, holding my shaft tightly as she swallowed, devouring my cock, bobbing furiously up and down as if crazed, driving me nuts, my pent up lust rising rapidly.

I grabbed her hair, lifting my ass and started thrusting into her mouth feeling I was about to explode but wanting to make this last, unable to comprehend that I was suddenly in the bathroom with Nina getting the hottest blow job of my life. I could tell by the way she was attacking my cock that she wanted to let loose and that's what I wanted. We were going to get rough and wild and fuck each other crazy. The three days of looking at each other and longing to meet suddenly colliding in her bathroom with this passionate madness.

While her hot mouth took me deeper, I grabbed and lifted her to her feet, suddenly turning her roughly to face the sink and got behind her. She bent over and I lifted her nightgown over her luscious round ass and placed the head of my cock against her wet pussy, moving it up and down, teasing her. We looked in the mirror at each other, her mouth wide open, our eyes fixed on each other as I slowly teased her before pushing deeper, moving my cock in a small circle, tantalizing her. Nina rocked back against me, desperately wanting me deeper.

"Fuck me, come on, give it to me," she shouted looking into my eyes in the mirror.

"You'll get it when I'm ready," I said, smiling, returning her gaze, determined to give her something she would never forget, no longer the shy waiter. "I'm in charge!"

"Oh yeah!" she shouted and suddenly bucked back, pushing me away and squirmed past me and ran to the bathroom door. My pants were at my ankles and I couldn't move to catch her. She laughed. "So you want to play games, mister," she yelled, reaching for the doorknob.

I quickly got my shoes off and kicked away my pants as she opened the bathroom door and laughed at me. "You're asking for it, miss," I yelled, my feet now free and dashed across the small bathroom.

Just as she tried to leave, I grabbed her wrist, pushing her into the other room and slammed her against the wall opposite the bed. Facing me, I suddenly grabbed her arms lifting her hands above her head, looking into her eyes, moving my mouth close to hers, "You've met your match, miss."

"Oh yeah," she said. "You think so. You don't know who you're messing with."

I got both of her hands together so I could hold them with one hand above her head against the wall then placed my other hand on her mound, cupping her pussy. "We'll see," I said, gripping her pussy tighter.

I then kissed her hard on the lips, opening her mouth with my tongue and she responded, her tongue swirling with mine as we kissed madly, not at all tenderly. Still holding her pussy, I entered my middle finger causing her to gasp and thrust, arching her back as I held her against the wall. I entered a second finger, feeling her tight grip, our tongues deep in each others mouths, my fingers moving faster and harder, fucking her.

I then pulled my fingers out, hearing her gasp then dropped to my knees, spreading her legs wider and before she could move, started licking her dripping pussy, lapping the juices with the flat of my tongue. I grabbed her ass and pulled her harder against my tongue devouring her pussy, her gasps and moans inspiring me. She thrust against my tongue, wanting it badly. I then moved my tongue to her clit, sucking and licking.

"Ohhhhhhfuck," she screamed, tensing, trembling about to explode when I pulled my mouth away and she yelled, Oh noooooo! Don't stop, you bastard!"

I then grabbed her arms, pulling her hard across the room and pushed her face down on the bed. I looked at her round luscious ass barely covered by the sheer nightgown while I quickly took off my shirt off and tossed it. My hard cock was throbbing when I pounced on her, straddling her, pressing my cock into the crack of her ass. I lay heavily on her squirming body, grinding into her ass then reached my hand under her and grabbing her pussy again, cupping it in the palm of my hand then whispered, "We're going to have an all nighter."

I heard her gasp at my words and could not believe this was me talking like this. It was as if both of us wanted to release all of our pent up frustration and longing. I was grinding into her ass and she was squirming and humping my hand, the weight forcing her clit to rub into my palm. "You want a good hard fuck, don't you slut?"

"Yes!" she screamed.

Suddenly, I surprised her and rolled over on my back, getting her to lay on top of me looking up at the ceiling, her legs wide apart while I kept my hand on her pussy gripping it tightly. With her ass pressed against my cock, I entered two fingers into her pussy causing a loud gasp then a loud,"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! She then lifted her hips, thrusting, desperately wanting my fingers deeper. "Harder! Harder!" she screamed thrusting her pussy onto my fingers. Her body tensed, trembling and I could tell she was again on the verge of exploding.

Just then I pulled my fingers out, holding them just above her pussy as she arched and cried out, "No! Oh fuck! Don't do this! Don't stop!"

She fell back against me and lifted her ass again trying desperately to reach my fingers just out of reach above her pussy. "Don't do this to me you fucking bastard!"

I grabbed her tit with my other hand as she lay on me, lifting her ass, straining to reach my finger. I rubbed her tit roughly then pinched and twisted her nipple with my fingers as she struggled, my hard cock throbbing against her ass with my need for her. Suddenly, I bucked, lifting her, grabbing her hips then threw her roughly onto her back causing her to bounce as I spread her legs, kneeling over her, my cock straight out over her pussy.

Just as I was about to thrust and take her, she brought her knees up, placed her feet on my chest and kicked me away. "Not so fast, mister!" she yelled, squirming from under me and crawled away from me up to the head board. She turned, laying back against the puffed up pillows, spreading her legs wide apart, her knees bent and started rubbing her pussy, looking into my surprised eyes,

I crawled between her legs, watching her hand moving over her pussy then got up on my knees, lifting my cock just above her hand, her eyes looking at it, her mouth wide open. She then put two fingers in her pussy and started fucking herself. Suddenly, I slapped her hand with my cock wanting her hand out of the way.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?"

"You know what I want."

"You want to fuck this tight cunt, don't you?"

"Yeah. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

Oh yeah!"

"Yeah!" I yelled then suddenly I grabbed her hand from her pussy then took her other hand, lifting both of her arms over he head and without warning rammed my cock into her pussy, opening her, thrusting deep and hard.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhfuck!" she screamed. "You're so big!"

Pulling all the way out, I thrust again harder, screaming, "You're so tight! Fuck me! Fuck me! Just fuck me you little slut!"

"Give it to me! Give it to me!" she yelled, lifting her ass off the bed, my hands gripping hers against the headboard.

As I leaned over her, she raised her hips, arching her back then thrusting, driving her body against the pillows and headboard, my cock went as deep as possible. Suddenly she bit my shoulder, stifling her screaming, both of us realizing her parents were in the next room. I kept thrusting harder and faster and felt her body tensing, her pussy gripping my cock and could feel she was about to climax. She lifted her ass again and I drove her back to the bed again as she convulsed in a huge wild orgasm. I kept thrusting knowing I wasn't far behind. She bit my shoulder harder then pulled her gasping mouth away, holding it open, no sounds coming, choking back screams as violent spasms shook her and my thrusts went deeper, faster and harder, my orgasm building. "Cum in me, I'm safe," she said through gritted teeth.

Feeling her pussy gripping my cock tighter, my orgasm rising with each hard thrust then suddenly I erupted in a huge orgasm, my cum gushing into her, closing my eyes, biting my lip, doing everything I could to keep quiet then suddenly gasped, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" as spurt after spurt shot into her pussy before collapsing heavily on her body, both of us panting and gasping. Nina wrapped her arms and legs around my back holding me in her, both of us panting and writhing in the warm afterglow. My head lay on her shoulder, dazed then suddenly remembering the intensity of what had just occurred, gasped "wow." Nina held me tighter, closer and we laid like that for several minutes, wallowing in the warmth of our bodies, the aroma of our sex filling the room and the sound of our breathing. Neither of us spoke but, after several minutes, my thoughts swirling, I lifted my head and looked at Nina lying under me. Our eyes met and she smiled then took a deep sigh.

"Well, here we are," she said, a slight smile on her lips.

I leaned down and kissed her lightly then lifted my head and looked at her. "Now what?"

"I don't know. I don't want to think."

The lamp beside the table was still on and I glanced at the glass of milk then suddenly remembered it was late and I had to be in the dining room by seven. I didn't want to leave her bed, the warmth of our bodies, the closeness I felt.

"We got pretty wild," I finally said.

"I'd say so. We were primal, letting loose. I loved it. You were amazing."

"I called you a slut but I don't think you are," I said, remembering our screaming names each other.

"I liked that. Just words." She paused, looking into my eyes. "But you must wonder about me being here when I'm getting married and Fred will be here tomorrow."

"I don't know what to think about that," I said, sliding off of her body, getting her on her side while I lay on mine behind her so we could spoon.

"Mmmmmm this is my favorite," she said, rubbing my arms while I embraced her, pulling her close, loving the softness of her skin, her round ass pressed against my deflated penis. I kissed her shoulder then her hair, smelling her shampoo.

"Your hair smells nice."

"Apple Blossom shampoo."

"I like it," I whispered, kissing her ear. I could not believe I was lying next to this beautiful woman and wanted to know more about her—especially now. It was one thing to be attracted, but we had left the harmless flirtation behind and had entered another dimension. As much as I wanted to just be in the present and not think, my mind had a life of its own and I could not stop thinking about what was happening. I again realized how late it was and I had to be in the dining room by seven and able to work. Still, I wanted to know if what had been brewing for several days was just a physical attraction culminating in this wild rendezvous or was there more. I had no idea.

"Nina, I have to ask you something," I said after a long silence.

"I know what you're going to ask," she responded.

"You do."

"Yes, you want to know if this is just a one night stand, a fling while my husband to be is not here."

I chuckled at her somehow reading my mind. "Right. I want to know what's going on."

"I don't know what's going on," she answered. "All I know is I like how we looked at each other. Maybe it was just flirting but I couldn't stop thinking about you. I know I told you I had horny thoughts but sometimes our bodies know more than our minds do, sometimes we have to listen to our heart and follow what we feel---maybe this was just lust, maybe it is more. I don't know. We'll see."

"Well that's honest."

"One thing you will learn about me is I'm honest. I say what I think and feel—that's for sure."

"I'm fascinated. I want to know everything I can about you—even if we only have one day."

"We'll have to sneak," she said. "Even though I am twenty four, my parents are very overprotective and I've had to be very clever to get out from under—if you know what I mean."

"I do."

"I want to know about you too, Peter. I can tell a lot about how we made love—this was very special---so let's play it by ear and see what happens." She paused. "I hope you don't mind sneaking."

"No. I guess that will make it more exciting. I don't care, I just want to get to know you and see if this is a one night fling or more."

"You never know," she said, rubbing my arms then quickly turned to face me, wrapped her arms around me, pressing her tits to my chest. She lifted her leg over mine and pulled me closer and we kissed, gently at first then deeper. I embraced her as we kissed. She put her hand on the back of my head, holding my lips to hers and we kissed tenderly, the complete opposite of our mad, passionate lust filled kissing. She then pulled her lips away and smiled, our eyes looking deeply into each others eyes. She then pushed me onto my back and climbed on top, straddling me and I was hard again. She lay on me, her tits crushed against my chest and slowly rocked back and forth, her wet pussy lips sliding up and down the length of my cock.

"You feel so good," she whispered then we kissed, our tongues touching, moving slowly as we moved in a slow grinding motion. I placed my hands on her round ass as she lay on me, her legs next to my hips rocking slowly, pressing her pussy harder against my cock, giving me excruciating pleasure, both of us moaning softly as we kissed and moved together. I then lifted my hips off the bed, holding her ass and gently rolled her onto her back. She open her legs and embraced my body and I slowly entered her, thrusting gently, opening her, pushing deeper, her legs pulling me into her until I was as deep as possible, feeling the exquisite sensation of her tight pussy gripping my cock. We kissed and our tongues moved slowly, our hips swiveling, my cock moving deeper in a slow screwing motion, both of us moaning softly as she moved under me slowly then a little faster, our tongues swirling, our passion rising. I pulled out and slowly entered her again, thrusting deeper, pausing again, gyrating, her pussy gripping me tighter, lifting her hips off the bed.

"I love this," she gasped.

"You feel so good," I whispered, thrusting harder, rotating my hips, my cock rubbing her clit and her g-spot, feeling her tensing, lifting her ass off the bed, her pussy gripping my cock even tighter, our eyes locked on each other, looking deeply into each others eyes, our mouths slightly open, no longer kissing as we both moved faster and harder getting each other closer and closer to exploding. Nina then grabbed my head, pulling my mouth to her lips as suddenly we erupted together stifling our screams with our kissing, our bodies convulsing in overwhelming spasms, shuttering as we suddenly came together in the most intense writhing orgasm I'd ever had. Somehow, I found the strength to kiss her, my cock deep in her, loving how we were joined, wanting to hold the miracle of the moment, not wanting to let go of the sweet warmth of our bodies.

I collapsed on her, feeling her legs and arms holding me to her body, both of us unable to budge. I lay there panting, feeling the wetness between us and the awareness that we had made tender love in contrast to the wildness of our pot inspired fucking.

"You're quite a lover, aren't you." she said, softly, looking into my eyes.

"I don't know," I said, liking her words but not knowing how to answer. I couldn't just say yes. I am, but I also knew, something special was happening between us. "I think you're wonderful," I finally said. "That was unbelievable."

She smiled then took a deep breath. "Hey, buddy, it's late and you have to get up early."

"I do and I'm going to be a wreck but this was worth it." I smiled down at her. "I better get going or your parents might see me coming out of your room."

"They won't be up for awhile but you better get some sleep even though I don't want to let you go."

Somehow I managed to get myself up and out of bed. I found my pants and shoes in in the bathroom and my shirt on the other side of the room. I got dressed quickly and looked out the window and saw the full moon, knowing that I would be able to find my way back to the bunk house and not need a flashlight. I went over to the bed and kneeled down and kissed Nina, noticing her disheveled hair, her sparkling green eyes. "See you later," I said then stood up, glancing at the glass of milk on her night table. "Don't forget to drink your milk."

"Get out of here," she said and laughed.

Walking in the bright moonlight back to the bunk house, thinking about Nina and how after days of our feeling attracted, we had crossed a precarious threshold. I wondered where this would lead, how would we act tomorrow, how would we hide from her parents, what would happen when her fiancé arrived tomorrow, was this more than a hot, clandestine relationship. How would I get through a day of waiting on tables after four hours of sleep? I had no idea and knew this would be an hour by hour experience of not knowing where all of this was heading.

The next morning I made it to the dining room, fifteen minutes later than usual, having trouble waking up and not responding to Gary shaking me or his words, "where the hell were you last night?" I remember lifting my head then crashing back to the pillow. Everyone looked at me when I came in the back door of the kitchen when usually I'm one of the first to arrive, moving efficiently, getting my station ready, being the model waiter.

Let me tell you, restaurant kitchens are their own world and can be pretty intense and crazy. The Pocmont Lodge kitchen was a madhouse made up of people who had worked there for years and like many dysfunctional families there was a tense affection that fluctuated between joking and yelling. The chef, George, a tall black guy who wore a white sailor hat rather than a chef's hat was captain of the ship and gave me a dirty scornful look, his assistant, Tony, a curly haired Italian glanced at me and smiled, knowingly. He knew about female guests and waiters. He didn't say anything but when he handed me my first order said, "You got some last night didn't you." Julia, an tiny old Russian Jewish woman in her seventies, who had been the baker there for twenty years, liked me and always smiled and knew I liked her cinnamon rolls. She always buttered one and handed it to me—even though she wasn't supposed to. That morning she said, "You look tired, are you sick, drink some tea."

The dining room didn't open until eight and once our stations were ready, we could sit at a table just off the kitchen and have coffee, scrambled eggs, bagels and talk about this or that. I always sat down with Catherine and we had stimulating conversations. She was a news junkie—I suppose because of her days in Washington—and she informed me of current events and what she thought and I enjoyed our many discussions. I was an English major in college with a minor in history and she knew I wanted to be a writer. We avoided talking about the previous night in the bar, acting as if it hadn't happened. I know she was embarrassed and what was there to say. We let it pass.

I managed to get my act together and though tired, served my guests with my usual flair, but kept glancing at the empty table where Nina and her parents usually sat. The dining room served until nine thirty. Around nine her parents sat down but Nina's seat was empty. Gary served them and I went about my business wondering where she was—did she sleep in, was she avoiding me, what was happening? I noticed her father reading the paper while her mother read a book. They ate, drank their coffee but unless I missed it, they hardly spoke to each other. I glanced up at the clock and saw it was nine-twenty five when Nina came in, rushed to her table, greeting her parents then waved Gary over. I noticed her hair was still wet from a shower and she was wearing a short denim skirt and a t shirt. She glanced over at me while I served a table then looked at her parents. Our eyes met briefly, no smile or nod.