2 comments/ 14735 views/ 5 favorites From Online to Real Life By: satinlvr_mwf All it took was a tiny click to start it. The subdued click of a mouse pointer on a computer screen. Yes or No. "Will you chat with me?" The unknown person asked. Janet snorted to no one in particular, "Not really unknown... I've seen him around on the message board. He seems OK. But I don't know who he is." She looked around, verifying she was alone in her office. "Well," she said out loud, "I can always ignore him, if he turns out to be a jerk!" So she clicked "Yes", and started her life off on a journey that ultimately changed her life forever... The text box came up, and there he was, his ID logged into the host server forever. "Thank you for taking the time to talk to me." It said. "What can I do for you?" She replied. "I just wanted to clear the air between us..." he said. "Want to make sure that we were OK..." the typing read. He must have had some typing training, as his words came out fast, but he must also have been out of practice, Janet thought, as he sure made a lot of mistakes, even making the same mistakes repetitively. "Yes... We are OK!" she typed. "I am sorry that I gave you the wrong impression." "No need to apologize. I say many things people do not understand because I can be sarcastic, and people do not understand sarcasm in writing..." came the quick, but poorly typed response. The conversation went on for about half and hour. With each exchange, Janet grew more relaxed. He did not appear to be a stalker, and she was able to get his first name out of him. John. All John wanted to do was be friends, it seemed. "Whew" John let out a long breath. "She talked to me!" John had a good idea of what she was like, and what she was about. She was smart, for sure, and appeared to be strong-willed. That could be a problem later, John decided, but he would deal with that when the time came. Over the next several days, John and Janet met on the message board, and then in private chat. They exchanged witticisms, compared notes on people on the message board, and even flirted a bit. Janet blew the electronic version of kisses his way, and John became more descriptive in how he caught them, and kissed her back. As more time passed, their exchanges became primarily in chat, and they only watched the message board, unless someone directed a comment their way. They still interacted with each other on the message board, but flirted more and more in chat. Until one day, John finally got to ask the question. "Will you have dinner with me?" The chat box was silent for a few long seconds... then "Sure!" came her reply. John smiled. He was definitely attracted to her, and wanted her to be attracted to him. "How will I find you?" he asked. And Janet obligingly shared a picture of her, giving a tantalizing view of her short, brown hair, brilliant smile and sparkling eyes, fit body and C-cup breasts, all covered with a white blouse and blue jeans. He let Janet choose the time and place, suggesting that it be someplace very public, so she could feel safe and secure. The upcoming Halloween party was the best bet. Plenty of people, a way to be anonymous, if necessary, yet a way to have fun, should they decide to get to know each other more. "So what are you doing for Halloween?" He asked over the chat box. "I think I'm gonna' be a she-devil! " She replied. John could almost hear her giggle as she went on to explain that it fit with her personality, and she already had the perfect costume. "There is a party at the country club" Janet helpfully added, "on Halloween night!" John explained he knew of it, and would be looking for her there. After exchanging a few more flirty comments, John logged off for the night. All-Hallows Eve, or Halloween, arrived. The weather was warm, but extremely windy. Janet took her time getting ready for the party, luxuriating in a hot bath, and taking extra time to ensure she was cleaned up and ready. Her sharp, detailed mind realized that with the high winds outside, she might not be able to control her costume at all times, and someone would see the red thong she planned to wear. She did not want anyone to see any excess pubic hair, so after she shaved her legs, she even took the few extra minutes to give herself a bikini wax of her crotch. She even took extra time with her hair and make-up, with extra red rouge on her high cheek-bones and a part across her hair for her clip-on horns to fit. She then began to get dressed. She reached into the closet and pulled the thin protective plastic wrapper from her costume that the dry-cleaner always put on, and lay it gently on her bed. Janet then reached into her drawer and pulled out her red satin thong and drew it up over her knees, shrugging her hips as the thin elastic band stretched to fit her tight, firm thighs, snapping the elastic over her hips as the crotch fit nicely between her legs. Next, she sat on the bed, leaning back as she pulled on a pair of red fish-net thigh high hose, making sure that the alignment of each leg was symmetrical. Her nimble fingers ran down her smooth, taut legs, feeling every contour of the hosiery as she ensured the perfect fit. After she stood and checked her legs in the full-length mirror, she climbed into her four-inch red pumps. Janet could not help but giggle as she pulled on her "fuck-me red" shoes, ones she had bought on a shopping trip with her mother, with her mother expressing a certainly high level of disapproval, saying that nice girls didn't wear shoes like that! Next to last was her blood-red satin halter dress. She had seen the dress on a clearance rack at Kohl's, and couldn't resist the discount. So she bought the dress, without a plan to wear it, until Halloween came up. Janet gently gathered the dress over her head and slipped it down her slender shoulders, only having to shrug a bit as the waistline hit her C-cup breasts. The supple fabric cascaded down her body, until the bow holding the straps for the halter dropped down behind her neck, the waistline just above her hips, exactly at the same point where the back of the dress started. Janet shirked and twisted a little as she felt the circle skirt fall into place, gasping softly as she realized how short the hemline was. Hung at mid-thigh, Janet could already hear her mother's voice in her head, telling her that he dress was inappropriate for any party, let alone Halloween. Janet then reached for the final piece of her costume, a matching red satin cape, with both side of the cape the same, shimmering fabric. After fastening it to her neck, Janet checked the hemline of the cape, and found that the voluminous folds of the cape lined up just below the hem of her skirt. She had to fold the front sides of the cape carefully at her shoulders, or else the complete circle of the cape would threaten to envelope her every time she moved! As she walked out the door, Janet grabbed the spring-mounted horns and slid them carefully into the part of her hair. A last glimpse in the mirror, and she smiled. She liked how she looked, and knew she would draw at least her share of attention. John was able to take considerable less time to get ready for Halloween. The party was only a short walk from his place, and wouldn't need to drive. A short walk across the golf-course fairway and he would be there! Dressing as a vampire, he already had his black tuxedo back from the cleaners, and after a quick shower and shave, dressed quickly. He intended to be at the party early, so he could spot all the arrivals. John pulled his cape on, fastening it about his neck, and checked that the black satin covered him completely, with the hemline below his calves and that the red satin lining was totally concealed when he held the cape closed. He smiled as he flipped the front of cape over his shoulders and grabbed his last accent, a black eye-mask. As John made his way to the party, he could just imagine how his plan was going to come together. The very stiff winds were something of a distraction, as John's cape billowed out and up around him as he strode across the fairway, the gusts of wind creating an evil aura as his cape made him look menacing and dark. Each step brought him closer to the party, and as he arrived, he was glad to see he was not the only vampire there. He quickly perused the small clusters of costumed party-goers, taking in the various costumes. There were witches, pirates, a couple of adult Dorothys' from the Wizard of Oz, a male devil, and several others, but no she-devils. John smiled as he took a spot near the bar, ordering a soda water with a twist, parking himself where he could see all new arrivals. Janet took five steps out her door and the strong winds nearly destroyed the look she had so carefully made. Her cape was the first thing to yield, floating up and away from her body, at one point lifting straight overhead as a particularly strong gust caught it. At the same moment, her hands were not nearly fast enough to catch her circle skirt from flying straight up, revealing her red-satin covered modesty to everyone who was watching. Fortunately for Janet, that consisted of one of the neighborhood dogs that had escaped its leash and a pair of young kids who were getting an early start to their candy search. Janet's hands instinctively dropped to her crotch, and she was able to draw the front of her skirt down. She had squealed with surprise, and she just let her cape fly with the wind, thankful that her extra-hold hairspray had been liberally applied; otherwise she might have had to start all over again! Her remaining steps to her car were quick and purposeful, eager to get out of the wind with as little time as possible, but with as much dignity as possible. Janet's short drive to the party was only made difficult when she arrived, finding the nearest parking quite some distance away. She had to make her way across part of the fairway, which was treacherous in her spike heels, but she managed to make it without getting stuck or falling over. Her costume, however, was a different story, as the hem of her skirt and her cape flew completely out of control. It was all Janet could do to keep the front of her skirt down as the swirling gusts took her cape and the back of her circle skirt and billowed them up and out, sometimes forming a circle around her, sometimes flying straight up over her head. The sudden gusts made it difficult, but Janet's determination made her walk across the darkness successful, and she took a moment to re-align her costume when she reached the building. Once she had everything back under control, she entered the party, taking a brief look around before heading for the bar and a glass of red wine. John saw her enter the room, and his pulse quickened, his heart racing, as well as his manhood growing. It was her. He knew she was the one he had been chatting with. There were many other guests at the party, including a couple of female devils, but none of them walked with the bearing and carriage she had. Her flowing satin cape, her skirt swishing from side to side and her hips rocking on those sweet legs. As she reached the bar, John noticed the many appreciative glances and out-right lecherous stares she was receiving. Even some of the women stared at her, some icily, a few maybe lustily, much to the chagrin of their dates. John was finally able to draw near to Janet, his taller frame standing out amongst the crowd of other vampires, werewolves, and ghostly ghouls vying for Janet's attention. She felt a cloud of evil beings descend upon her, encircling her as she took measured sips of wine from her glass. They talked to her, some even brazen enough to whisper in her ear what they promised to do with her, a couple of really aggressive men even going so far as to grope her butt through her skirt and cape. She smiled and politely declined those who propositioned her, was polite enough to flirt back with those who were more gentlemanly, and generally kept moving through the growing crowd of party-goers. John eyed her intently, trying to make eye contact, eventually catching her gaze. He smiled to her as he held his glass in toast, tilting his head, asking her in a non-verbal gesture to join him away from the throng at the bar. Janet was taken with the lack of aggressiveness on this vampire's part, far different from the others. She felt another couple of gropes and a copped feel of her breast as she pushed her way through what had become the party of the city, the place to be for everyone who was anyone. John's eyes never left Janet as she made her way through the crowd, her brilliant smile captivating him, his desire growing in his loins. She was much more beautiful then her picture revealed. John finally met with her, and making a grand gesture with his hand holding the end of his cape, indicated the way they should go to escape for some privacy. Janet led them down a hallway, where the music was a bit quieter, and stopped mid-way. She put her back to the wall, kicking one heel back against the wall, her one knee sexily posed in front of her, and allowing the hem of her skirt to fall from her thigh, forming a near semi-circle in profile. Her cape hung from her shoulders, flat against the wall, shimmering in the softer glow of the valance lighting; Janet's breasts proudly protruding, straining at the thin film of red satin constraining them, her nipples plainly showing her braless form. John drew somewhat close to her, squaring off against her body, holding out his drink to toast their meeting. "Hi! I'm John!" he smiled. Janet hesitated only the briefest of moments before returning his toast. "I'm Janet. I am pleased to meet you, finally!" she grinned. They exchange a few more pleasantries, John making comments to Janet, ones only he would know from their past instant messaging. Janet finished her wine, and John asked her if she would dance with him. Finding him attractive and non-threatening, Janet thought that a dance would be a great way to continue their date. John took hold of her hand and led the way to the darkened dance floor, the heavy beat of the music loud, and the dance floor crowded. It was obvious to Janet that John had little dancing experience, yet she smiled as he made every attempt to put on his best dancing moves. His costume made it a little awkward for him, his cape constantly getting in the way of other dancers, while Janet's smaller cape allowed her more freedom to move with the music. At one point John got brave and tried to spin her, and before she could do anything to stop him, the hem of her skirt was flaring nearly straight out, revealing the tops of her thigh-high hose and her cape became a red shimmering wheel about her. As the song ended, the music became slower, and John seized the opportunity to draw Janet close, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her to him, as he held her free hand to his chest. Janet looked up into his masked eyes, feeling John's heart beating wildly with her hand, returning his smile with her own dazzling and captivating one. She wasn't entirely sure of her feelings for John, but had a good idea of his feelings for her! For his, part, John looked deeply into her eyes, seeing a sparkle and depth he could not fathom. He let go of her hand, lowered his hand softly down her side, reaching under her cape and encircled her waist with his arms. Holding her close, he hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered his head to her upturned face, and gently kissed her moist, red lips. Janet thought about it, but did not turn her head as she knew he was leaning down to kiss her, her hands on his arms as she returned their first kiss. She mind raced in the mere seconds she had to decide. She liked his banter, his writing, his way of flirting with her. Tentatively at first, then stronger, showing more emotion she kissed him back, as they swayed their bodies together, their motion causing John's cape to fall from his shoulders, and completely envelope both of them. Encouraged by the strength of her kiss, John parted his lips, using his tongue to probe hers, and when she finally acceded, intertwined their tongues together. The lights came up as their kiss continued, and the music changed beat and tune, causing the couple to break their close embrace. Janet smiled at John, at once grateful he was soft and gentle, and at the same time almost wishing he wasn't. John kept staring at her eyes, mesmerized by their beauty and sparkle. Janet led them away from the dance floor, and back down to the hallway they first toasted, her rapid pace making her cape float behind her, while John's cape became a curtain of softness trailing behind him. When they reached their "spot", Janet found it already taken by a costumed Zorro and a cute blonde in a naughty school-girl outfit, so she kept leading John down the hallway, searching for a private place where they could talk. After searching for a few moments, Janet ultimately decided that there was no privacy left in the place, the party simply so large a gathering that any place with even a hint of privacy was already taken. She looked back at John, a little forlornly. "Look," John said as he fixed his cape back in place, "Why don't I get us something to drink, and then we'll just talk right here? What are you drinking" Janet gave him her standard request for red wine, and watched while her caped marauder made his way to the bar, with a quick, purposeful stride. Janet took the time to check her reflection in the near-by glass, and smoothed the hem of her skirt a bit, as well as adjusted the folds of her cape, restoring her look until she was satisfied. The line at the bar wasn't very long, but even so, she had to fend off passes from a wolfman and an NBA basketball player while she waited for John to return. She saw John returning, and moved to join him her hips swaying very seductively in her 4-inch heels, and the hem of her skirt swaying along with her cape. John was taken by her appearance, feeling the bulge in his pants starting to get even harder than when he first saw her. As they met, she smiled at him, taking the glass of wine, and sipping it, at first. The first glass had gone down surprisingly smoothly, and Janet was beginning to feel the first mellowing effects as the second glass touched her lips. It took much less time to consume the second glass than it did the first. She eyed John as he had brought her their drinks. He certainly moved with a purpose, his motions sure and direct as he made his way through the crowd. He had a pleasant smile, and was very much a gentleman, making her feel very comfortable with him as they talked. His sense of humor was both witty and a bit dry, sometimes leaving her to wonder what the joke was, but then, he was like that before, too. The way he talked with her put her at ease. He didn't talk down to her, or regard her as "just a girl", the way her previous relationship had ended. The way John acted around her enticed her to be around him more. Their glasses now empty, John asked her if she wanted a refill, or if she wanted to find a place less crowded. Janet was feeling the warmth of the wine, as well as the warmth of his company, and made a decision to leave the party with him. Taking his arm, they made their way to the exit, relaxed in their new-found relationship, ignoring the heads that turned to follow them, or Janet, actually, and they reached the front exit. Once outside, John placed his fingers on her chin and lifted her face to his as he kissed her again, softly at first, but more passionately than in the party. Janet returned his kiss with more vigor than before, feeling his passion flowing into her as their tongues caressed. Janet brought her hand up to steady herself, accidentally brushing the front of his trousers. There was no mistaking the bulge in his pants, and it made Janet feeling both embarrassed and a little more provocative, discovering that she could turn a man on so intensely. Her hand came to rest at his waist as their kiss continued, oblivious to the late-arriving party guests, the loud rustling of trees around them, and the swirl of small candy wrappers and bits of trash swirling on the ground around them. Janet sighed softly as they broke their kiss, the wine having an affect on her, as well as the soft, loving attention she was receiving. From Online to Real Life "If he is trying to seduce me," Janet thought, "it is working!" John smiled as he looked into her eyes, trying to read her thoughts as he felt his heart trying to beat through his ribcage. "Let's go somewhere." He suggested, taking hold of her hand as he led her around the corner of the building, straight into the full-force of the wind storm now going on. As before, John's costume was not really affected by the wind, other than his cape billowing out behind him. Janet, on the other hand, had a problem. Her cape reacted as John's did, only with more activity, since it was shorter, but her skirt immediately began to dance around, and had to let go of John's hand to gather it. She had to hold it with both hands at her sides, to prevent it from revealing her panties to everyone watching! They simply walked together until the reached the fairway, out of the light of the building, and away from the noise of the party. John stopped and turned to her again. "I can't help myself," John blurted. "I have to kiss you some more!" John aggressively mashed his lips to hers and began kissing her with a fury, a pent-up lust that even he didn't know he possessed. Janet met his kiss with her own, becoming enraptured with the idea of making out with John, and maybe even more. She let go of her skirt, and reached her hands up around his neck, her long red nails gently caressing the back of his neck, and tousling the hair on the back of his neck. The wind attacked their costumes with a vengeance, and Janet's skirt and cape were soon flying about without restraint, exposing her smooth legs, the tops of her thigh high hose, and her thong to the darkness surrounding them. John's hands began to rove over her body, first her arms, then down her sides to her ass, where he was easily able to reach under her flying skirt and grope her thong-covered butt. Groping is softly at first, his grip became more emboldened as she moaned softly, pressing her body to his as they kissed repeatedly. Ignoring their location, John reached a finger inside the lower elastic of her thong and drew it along to her front, brushing the side of her mound from the side. Janet's continued moaning and soft cries emboldened him to proceed further, and more aggressively, now using both hands along her hips and sides, even caressing her breasts and nipples through the thin satin covering them. The harsh wind and wine had made Janet's nipples hard and erect, the grape-sized points easily manipulated through her dress. Janet's body began to electrify as she felt herself being aroused by his kisses and touching, and her body began to ache for more. Her hands also began to explore John's body, feeling his chest and shoulders as she reached inside his tuxedo coat. Her hand dropped lower to his waist, and began to run her palm over his bulging center, a wicked smile crossing her lips as they kissed. She then began to undo the clasp holding his pants closed, and then daintily used her finger and thumb to draw down his zipper. As she opened his pants, her other hand reached in and began to grope his hot, throbbing manhood, feeling it pulse with every beat of his racing heart. "I-I can't take this any longer!" John declared. "What's to take?" Janet coyly answered. "You!" John replied as he kissed her again, this time letting his thumbs hook inside her panties and began to draw them down, over her hips and past her thighs. He drew her panties down as far as he could reach, until Janet began to swivel her hips to help the now loose panties fall to her ankles. The blowing wind felt cool and exciting to Janet as it rushed over her nearly bald moistness, and her petals were singing a tune of desire as they were caressed by the rushing wind. Janet no longer cared about her body being exposed, she was too turned on by John, the wine, and the wind to want anything but a hard cock inside her. Carefully stepping out of her thong, Janet broke their kiss. A wicked smile creasing her face. "I bet you can't catch me! "She baited. "And if you do, you can have me!" With that, she was off as fast as her heels would allow, down the cart path, her heels clicking loudly and quickly as she moved off into the darkness. John had to take a moment to re-fasten his pants so they did not trip him up before going after her. The pursuit was hampered by the near-total darkness on the golf course, and the wind making it impossible to hear anything but the rush of air and rustling of trees in the background. After a few seconds, John realized she had stopped running, or had gone off on the grass. He peered into the darkness, wondering if she had somehow doubled back on him, when he heard her giggle nearby. He raced off in that direction, taking several steps before he found her, laying on the ground on her back, her cape carefully splayed out underneath her, her skirt flipping in the breeze and her legs spread apart, knees high as one finger was circling her sweetness. "Took you long enough!" she giggled. John took his pants off in record time, kicking his shoes off into the darkness and stepping out of his pants and underwear, launching his hardness into the wind, each heartbeat making it bound up and down as he approached her, his cape still billowing up behind him. He knelt between her thighs as he took in her erotic beauty. Looking her in the eyes, he grinned as he lowered his hand to hers, and gently slid it off to the side, next lowering his face to her crotch. He licked his tongue along her smooth, silken mound, trailing a path of saliva to her petals, where he lowered his face and took a long, slow lick of her labia, ending his oral caress with a flicking encirculation of her hardening clit. He tilted his head down and began to repeat this probing of her sweetness, making sure to slowly tease and caress each fold and ridge of her opening. Janet could not help but gasp loudly as she felt his tongue giving her a pleasure she had not had in some time. Her last lover had been months ago, and he was a quick, jump on/jump off affair, the sex being over before she had even known it had begun. John, however, was taking his time with her, making sure she felt every twinge of passion possible. Janet arched her back and reached for his head, running her fingers through his hair as the pleasure and passion continued to build in Janet. The gusting wind blew John's cape up and over Janet, completely covering her in a blanket of dark, silky satin, the smooth fabric caressing her legs and arms, and obscuring her vision as it covered her face. She let out another series of moans as she felt her vagina being probed so slowly and deeply by his tongue. John moved his hand over her mound, drawing a single finger down the side of her labia until he was at her opening, and slowly drew it up and down, spreading her petals until he found her opening, and slowly inserted his middle finger deeply into her, while keeping his tongue flicking and teasing her bud. As his finger buried itself in her, he began to flex it, in and out, mimicking the feel of a man penetrating her, but with a crook at his knuckle, pressing upwards as he withdrew, massaging her inner sweet spot. He kept after her pleasure, each movement giving Janet a new sensation of ecstasy and raw sexual tension as she had not yet reached a point of release. Her juices began to flow, the volume building as his ministrations teased and tickled her. Janet began to gasp for air, her chest heaving, making her nipples slide back and forth inside her satin dress, causing them to tingle with each breath. Her hips began to buck with each flexing of John's finger and she moaned loudly with each exhalation. She no longer cared about anyone seeing her modesty, or even hearing her now. All she wanted was more of the powerful sensations coursing up and down her spine. She had to have John inside her, to feel his manhood deep within her, mating with her fertile body. The wind gusted again, pulling John's cape to the side, and then down his back, making her shiver slightly as she was exposed, whether it was from the sudden coolness or her passions, she didn't know. She began to beg him with each lick of her crotch. Beg him to enter her with his manhood. Finally, she was reaching the point where she thought she could stand no more. Her heart was bounding, her body trembling, and she arms and legs writhing as John suckled on her clit, using his teeth to gently nibble on it. Just as John's finger withdrew again, she felt her body clench, her stomach muscles lifting her torso from the grass, and she screamed as she climaxed, sending a flood of her fluid down her pussy, drenching John's chin and hand in her moisture. John rose to his knees as he saw Janet land back on the grass with a heavy thud, her arms aside her, and her legs splayed wide. Her chest was heaving, gasping for air, and her body trembled. A smile creased his face as he realized she was now his to have. She would not resist, nor even be passive. She would be his lover from now on. Without knowing it, he had given her the most intense pleasure she had known, and with that, had claimed her as his own. Her eyes were softly closed as she began to recover from her sexual release, and John crawled up enough to place his knees directly inside hers. His manhood still bobbed from his racing pulse, and the wind teased him just a little, a promise of the pleasure he was about to receive from his conquest. Janet's eyes fluttered open as she saw him over her, his long cape fluttering in the wind, making John to appear at once more menacing and powerful. She saw him begin to lean forward, and lower his hips to hers, feeling the tip of his manhood press against her pussy. As he lowered himself onto her, she felt his pressure increase until her labia separated, and allowed his entrance to her body, her already flowing juices making his entry soft and easy. John flexed his hips downward, pressing the head of his shaft into her tightness, stopping part way, both to allow her love tunnel to adjust to his girth and to allow him to enjoy her envelopment of his hard, throbbing shaft. John backed his hips and partially withdrew, only to re-insert himself into her, feeding more of his manliness deeper into her femininity. Janet raised her knees and spread her thighs apart as John pushed himself into her, finally able to stretch Janet's vagina to accommodate him. As her body relaxed, John left his cock deep inside for a moment, leaning his head down to kiss her parted, sexy lips. She lifted her head to meet his kiss, and their tongues caressed passionately. The engagement of their bodies was almost more than John could stand, and his hips began the motion of love that only a man and woman can share. Janet's hands moved to caress his shoulders as they kissed, unable to feel his bare shoulders through his tuxedo coat and shirt, and with his cape still flipping and floating in the wind. Her arms slid down his body to his waist, where she was able to feel his bare skin, and the motion of his hips as he repeatedly pumped his manhood into her, slowly, with long strokes. John's nostrils flared as his chest heaved from the sexual desire and passion he felt for her, the rush of air mixing with the surrounding high winds. Janet's eyes were closed as she became lost in this kiss, feeling the rekindling of her body, the tingling of her vagina as his cock repeatedly entered and withdrew, each pulse of his shaft sending a new bolt of pleasure through her, his pelvis bumping against her clit as his thrust hit home. John broke their kiss and began to put his full weight on her, craning his neck to allow his lips to trace down her neck, his tongue flicking and teasing, the trail he was leaving cooling in the wind. He reached the back of her neck and opened his mouth, using his teeth to softly bite into her flesh, almost as a vampire would, but without the danger of drawing blood. Janet's head tilted to the side as she felt John's lips trail down her neck, giving herself to him as his cock cycled in and out of her, her knees high and parted, allowing him full and complete access to her vagina. She held nothing back from him, not knowing why, only being lost in the here and now of lust and raw, unrefined sexual desire. She felt his pace begin to quicken, as well as the strength of his thrusts, now each bump of her clit making her moan loudly, her breath beginning to pant as she felt his cock begin to seize control of her body. Janet's eyes popped open as she felt his bite, and let out a sigh of pleasure, almost as if the unwilling victim of this tryst was submitting to his attack, and enjoying the pleasure forced upon her. Her body flinched as she felt his teeth, her body trembling from the adrenaline surging through her. She had never before done something like this, with a man she barely knew, yet the pleasure was so overpowering she could not dare to try and stop it. John's hips began to buck faster and harder, feeling Janet's hands and nails as they slid around to his butt and scratched him lightly, spurring him on to pump his pelvis against her clit, and his cock deeper into her moistness. John's voice began to emit loud, deep grunts of pleasure with each thrust, matching the softer cries for Janet's lips as they mated with abandon, not caring where they were, or their circumstances. All that mattered to both of them was that they gave each other pleasure, and that the passion was rising within them. John could feel his manhood begin to dribble small streams of pre-cum, preparing Janet to receive his gift of life. Janet's hips rocked up to meet John's thrusts, her body desperate for another climax, as John was desperate for his. Their bodies out of control, grinding and bumping against each other as they fed each other's pleasure centers, Janet's vaginal walls bearing down on his cock, massaging him with every stroke, trying to make his body yield his essence into her. John could feel her body grasping onto his, making each thrust more pleasurable than the last. He lifted himself onto his arms as he continued to push his cock into her faster and faster, his voice now a loud series of grunts that were unmistakable for anything but pleasure. Janet's voice began to cry out as her own climax neared, the pleasure so intense it was unbearable. Suddenly, John's cock began to twitch inside her, and he bellowed as he felt his eruption, the head of his cock spilling streams of his hot, white seed into her wanting pussy. He slammed his body against Janet, and the last pulse being enough to cause her release, and she screamed as she felt his semen rush into her, flooding her vagina and draining past her cervix into her womb. John's hips still thrusts softly, driving his cock inside, each thrust creating another spurt of his fluid as it was driven further into her body, until he was drained. Janet's chest was gasping for air as she looked deeply into his eyes, both of them having glassy-eyes stares as they searched for some sort of common connection between them. John leaned his head down and kissed her passionately, her kiss returned with equal fervor. He held his now softening cock inside her as long as he could, ensuring every drop of his seed entered her body. Janet looked back into John's eyes, feeling a connection, a bond she knew they shared. She did not know why, or understand the feelings, but she knew he was a special person for her, and that she would willingly surrender herself to him as often as he desired. John finally rolled over off of her, his long black satin cape providing a blanket to lay on as he lay next to her, lost in her gaze. He knew they shared a special emotion, something he had not felt before. He was sure it was love, or something close to it, and he began to gently massage her tummy through her costume as they lay there and recovered, kissing her softly, with John's fingers gently caressing her cheeks and face. He drew the edge of his cape over both of them, allowing some warmth in the blowing wind, as well as a modicum of privacy, should there be any prying eyes. After many minutes, they decided they should get up, and perhaps find a place to eat, John's stomach certainly hungry, and Janet looking for away to get to know John better. As they rose, the strong winds kept after them, and Janet's costume provided no modesty for her at all, with her skirt floating up and about, while her cape billowed around her. John's cape also continued its surrender to the elements, and as he searched, it took him but a moment to find his clothing. After he quickly dressed, he began to help Janet look for the one missing item, her thong. After minutes of searching, Janet simply gave up, knowing some golfer would come across it in the morning, and have a lewd thought about what went on here. John escorted Janet to her car, her cape and skirt still flitting in the wind, but this time she did not care to cover up, letting the whole world see her freshly taken pussy and still rock-solid nipples. She had been claimed by this man, and intended to stay with him! The night was still young, and watching Janet and her costume become a victim of the wind gave him some lewd and lustful thoughts... But those are for another chapter of the story!