1 comments/ 12345 views/ 2 favorites Lonely@30 and Missygail25 By: Dana Gallagher Author’s note-- As a lot of my stories start, I met this man online. Well, most have been fiction, but this story is a true encounter of my nights with a wonderful man. I have to say that these dates with Richard have been the best I’ve had since moving to my parents after leaving my now ex-husband. Richard is a very sweet nice man, and I like him a lot. I have started a relationship with him and I just have to say he is the best at oral I have ever experienced! I have an Internet friend named Sherry that wrote me because of reading and enjoying my stories on literotica. Sherry and I became friends going back and forth giving each other our female advice. When I told her of my relationship woes and my wish for a man in my life she told me about a site called Adult Friend Finders, telling me about all the friends she’d found from this site. Well, you don’t have to tell me twice, I promptly joined the site, choosing the username misygail25 since my regular was taken. The results from that site were less than stellar. Mostly I got emails from men wishing to run around on their wives or have sexual escapades during their lunch break from work or they were just too far away to ever actually meet. Oh Geez! Well, I explained my frustrations to Sherry, and she told me that what I might need is a ‘friend with benefits’ and that I should alter my profile on the site to acquire this sort of thing. Well, I thought about her suggestion for a while, but didn’t really think it would work for me. ‘Okay, if a man is my friend then that means he is a good man, and well, if I’m having sex with him that would make him so much more to me,’ I thought to myself. Well, I just knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my emotions at arm length, even if I knew all he wanted was to be just friends. And then I also knew if this possible ‘friend’ was to find another girlfriend all of a sudden, well I would feel heartbroken and such. All and all I do have to thank Sherry cause she did point me to the direction of the site, and I eventually met a nice man there. Well, one day when checking to see if I had any emails waiting for me on AFF, I began to play around on the site. I first checked out the new members section and there was nothing very interesting, so I clicked on the recently viewed section, which lists everyone that has viewed your profile. This also tells who has added you to their ‘hotlist’. I saw a man with the username Lonely@30 had recently viewed my profile and added me to his hotlist, so I checked out his profile. His profile said he was six foot eight inches tall! Also, it said that he is not religious and is interested in cars. Well, cars are okay, but I don’t cream my jeans over a sports car. They are good to get us from point A to point B. I’m not necessarily religious; I don’t attend church every Sunday, but have my own set of beliefs and don’t push them on anyone. Anyway, he smokes and so do I; Shame on us both, right? Well, all this was all well and good, but it didn’t really make me want to send him an email. And I didn’t email him because of his picture ‘cause I’m not a paying member to the site and couldn’t see it without a magnifying glass. It wasn’t his height either, though 6’8” is definitely nothing to sneeze at. What really made me want to email him was further below on his page. It was questions that the website asks to tell you a bit more about the person and their interests. The question that got my attention was “what is the most important thing in your life?” His answer was “I will know when I find her.” Well, all the ladies out there can you give out an “ah ain’t that sweet!” ha ha! I liked his answer and decided to send him an email. I didn’t know if the site would let me send an email from a profile, because, until this point all I had done was respond to the emails I had received. But, luckily the website let me respond. The next day he responded back to me. His email was short and sweet, but he also did something very rare; he actually asked me about my kids. Hardly any man that sent me an email from that site asked about my children. Also, he told me his name was Richard. Well, I liked this, and I responded back to him telling him about my children and their ages. To make a long story short we ended up exchanging regular email addresses and corresponded back and forth almost everyday. After a few days we went one-step further and exchanged phone numbers. Through our emails and phone calls I learned a good sum about Richard. For one he is thirty years old, which is just the right age. Also, he is part Cherokee Native American, with dark brown hair and intense green eyes. He is, of course, a mountain of a man, or rather a tall drink of water, which ever way you wish to describe him, though he is not one of those tall, skinny men that looks like a zipper turned sideways with their tongue hanging out! He has some real meat on his bones. I told Richard bits about my life, and warned him that I sometimes give out too much information on the web. But that was okay with him and it actually allowed him to express more to me then he would normally talk about to any other woman. Richard told me about his life as a long-haul truck driver for the last seven years, and had recently gotten off the truck around February or March of this year in favor of finding himself a life. He told me that it was difficult to find any kind of social life driving a truck for so long, and impossible to find a woman to dote over because he was usually called back out on the road after only a few days or so. Now he works at an auto repair shop as a mechanic in Fort Smith, Arkansas. The shop usually does good business, but lately has been lacking cause of the economy, though he is still looking around for an in state driving job there or possibly one here in Tulsa. We knew each other on line for about three weeks before getting the chance to meet because we had to wait for when my ex had my children once again. We arranged to meet on the weekend of August 22nd thru the 24th. . Actually, Richard was only going to come down here for only one day, but I told him he was welcome the whole weekend. He, of course, said okay but was uncertain about how much time I would want to spend with him. The 22nd rolled around and I got my kids ready to see their dad. I received one email from Richard that he sent on his lunch break with his hopes that his boss wouldn’t keep him at work too long so he could get on the road for the two hour drive out here. After my ex picked up the kids I took a quick shower and went shopping. I wanted to buy a nice outfit to wear on my date with Richard that night. Plus going out shopping let me distract myself so that I wouldn’t think and get nervous about my date, like if I had just stayed home waiting for him to arrive. During my shopping excursion he called to tell me he was on the road and on his way to Tulsa. My shopping took longer than I had planned for and when I finally decided to go home to change, I was surprised to find that Richard was already in town. I was about half way home when my cell phone rang. I answered the phone and Richard told me he was in Tulsa and near my house, though not quite sure how to get there. After a bit of discussion about his actual location, I went there to meet him. He was sitting at a gas station that was out of gas. That’s how I figured out where he was located because I had cussed at that same gas station many times. The station had been robbed a few times and I think that is why they closed off the pumps so often to avoid having the gas stolen as well. Not even a minute after we’d hung up I pulled into the gas station. Richard was by the nonfunctional pumps, sitting in his truck. I pulled my father’s car up near his truck and after a bit he looked up and saw me. He wasn’t quite what I had expected, though I knew what he looked liked from his pictures. But meeting “in person” is always different than pictures. Also, even though I knew that he was 6’8”, I wasn’t ready for that height. I had to crane my neck to look up into his face. I tried to get the full impression of him; he was attractive with chestnut colored hair and intense emerald eyes, along with a smooth clean shaved face. His form was, of course, impressive, but he also gave a sense of protection, standing tall and straight, towering over me like my own personal skyscraper. His rugged figure was Grande, with a pair of wonderfully broad shoulders at least a yard wide and a set of long, sturdy Viking type legs. I paused from my measure of him to actually take the time to meet him, instead of just study. We said our “ hello’s” and he asked for a hug, bending down to my 5’8” frame to get the hug. He told me that I was taller than he thought I would be (I’m taller! Yeah right!). I asked what he wanted to do first, get some gas or go to my parent’s house. He said that he could wait on the gas for a little bit. I got back into my father’s car and he followed me to my parents’ house. I got all my purchases and told Richard to stay outside until I made sure that everything was fine with my parents. When I went inside my parents knew he was here. For one thing I’m sure he called their house first and another thing his truck, which is rigged up for drag racing, kind of announced his arrival to the entire neighborhood. Well, suffice it to say my father was in a real state and my mother just basically followed his lead. I asked what the problem was, and my father griped that I hadn’t given them any warning as to when Richard would be here. It was my date; I didn’t know my parents needed warning. They weren’t going out with him! I offered to help because my parents were running around getting stuff gathered up for trash night, but my father just responded with something that was a less than cheerful statement. So, with no where to turn but out I announced I was leaving and just left my new outfit in the bags sitting on the couch and turned tail and ran for the door. I stepped out on to the front porch and Richard was sitting on the steps. He got up as soon as he saw me and asked what had been going on and I told him that basically my father had a bug up his butt. This was just great! Starting off a date cranky as hell because of my father. I got in Richard’s truck and he started up the engine and goddamn, that thing was loud as all hell. We couldn’t carry on a conversation while it was running without screaming at each other. I pointed him in the direction of a gas station with working pumps and he pulled into the station, turning every head that was there getting gas. He turned off the engine and my ears were still ringing a bit. We talked while he pumped his gas, and he asked me about all I had bought today. I told him what I had got, and then he went inside to pay for the gas. He got back in the truck and started up the loud monster and we went to a restaurant called the Village Inn, a country type restaurant not very fancy but with good food. As we waited for our food to be served we continued talking. I was a bit nervous and told Richard as much, he told me that he wasn’t nervous at all! Even though I was nervous I was determined to carry on a conversation and not let my shyness interfere, which mostly it did not, I was surprisingly rather at ease with him. “Why did you buy all of that stuff?” asked Richard. “Because of our date. I was looking for a casual but slightly dressy outfit for our date,” I replied. “Oh, you thought you’d have time to change before I got here, did you?” “Yep, but I guess I got carried away with my shopping,” “Well, yeah you were shopping when I left. Were you shopping the whole time I was driving out here?” “Sure was.” I hadn’t had time to change like I thought I would, and was just wearing a buttoned up short sleeved red checked shirt and loose jean shorts I had put on before my ex came to get the kids, along with a pair of sneakers. Real fancy! It was okay, though, because, as I said before, Richard didn’t have many dress clothes since clothes in general are hard from him to find that actually fit his large frame. Besides, later on he told me that he liked me in shorts because, he says, I have long sexy legs. Flattery will get you everywhere! Richard was wearing a black tee shirt and what I think were his work slacks, which were part of his uniform from the mechanic shop, and a pair of sneakers. We talked more through dinner, and after we were finished went back out to his truck. We decided to go see a movie, and I showed him the way to AMC20 a theater that is near my parents’ house. Richard parked the truck, probably to the relief of the ears of the moviegoers waiting outside around the ticket window. We decided to watch “American Wedding”, but had an hour to wait for the next showing. We sat on a concrete bench outside to enjoy our last cigarette before going into the theater. After our nicotine cravings were satisfied we went to the ticket window and got our tickets and went inside the theater. At the concession stand I got a pop and some milk duds, a movie-must-have, and Richard got popcorn and a pop. As we got to the room where our movie was to play, the last crowd was just leaving. So we sat on a wooden bench near our theater and talked a bit. The excitement had been there since meeting Richard, replacing the previous anxiousness I had before meeting him. As we talked Richard caressed my leg and along with all the other emotions going through me, his touch just sent an erotic spark of electricity through me. He marveled at my smooth skin and I mentioned I had shaved in the shower today. “Did you shave for me?” he asked. “Well, in a way yeah, but I shave each time I go on a date whether I need to or not.” I replied. His hand grasped mine and he expressed his like of my soft hands and my long, real nails. I wondered if he was thinking about those nails scratching up and down his back because a similar thought was going through my head. As we were sitting and talking another theater let out and a crowd of people walked past us. I noticed a girl walking past with “PREP” boldly printed on her ass. “Well, at least she gives everyone a warning.” I said. “What’s that?” asked Richard. “Oh, some chick walked past us with “PREP” printed on her butt.” “Oh, I didn’t see that. You should have pointed it out to me!” teased Richard. “I just figured it was a warning. I’m a “prep”, so if you talk to me be prepared for an annoyingly cheerful personality, or just annoying in general.” I’ve often wondered about the clothing that says prep, brat, slut, or hottie. Are the people choosing to wear these clothes broadcasting their personality or what? I wonder what my ass would say if I chose to broadcast my personality, computer nerd, mother, pain-in-the-butt, goofy, or wanna-be erotica writer (Ha! Not so far in with this story, but read on; it gets better!). Well, after a bit more talking we noticed that people were going into our theater so we got off the wooden bench with now numb butts (that’s what my ass would say, “numb butt”). We got into the theater and I chose our seats, somewhat toward the back, but not all the way. Though the seats in AMC20 are fairly big, it was still a bit cramped for Richard, though at least he didn’t block the people behind him from seeing the screen. We talked some more as we waited for the movie to start, and Richard said that he wanted to ask me for a kiss, but didn’t know if I would let him have one. I wanted to tell him that I wanted a kiss too, but ended up only nervously smiling at him. Finally the lights went down and the previews for movies came on. Richard grabbed my hand into his, and his large hand nearly covered my own. Then the movie began to play and Richard whispered into my ear about a kiss, and I turned to him and our mouths met. It was a difficult kiss ‘cause of the backs of our seats. We couldn’t turn our heads right, but it was still a good kiss. Richard’s thick full lips nearly covered my own, and I wasn’t able to get my lips wrapped around his tongue and thought to my horror that maybe he had a small tongue. We separated our mouths and watched the movie. It was a good, funny movie, just as good as the first two “American Pie” movies. Throughout the movie we were constantly touching, holding hands or giving each other light caresses. Each time his fingertips softly touched my hand or arm, it sent tingles through my body, centering between my legs. We shared another kiss just before the movie was over. After we left the theater, I had to stop at the restroom and found out how turned on I was when I wiped away my wetness. After my bathroom visit I rejoined Richard out in the theater hallway. We walked to an exit and I grabbed his hand. The way to the exit was a large hallway, leading to a couple of glass doors. In the reflection I could see the site we made with him standing a full foot taller than me. It was interesting and neat at the same time because I’ve never dated a man as tall as Richard, though there are not many women that have, I suppose. We got out to his truck and he asked if I wanted to sit beside him on the bench seat of his truck instead of all the way over by the passenger door. I told him sure, and got in on his side of the truck. Once we were both in the truck, our lips rejoined once again, this time in a better position. His lips completely covered mine once again, and after a bit I was able to get him to offer up his tongue and was glad to find that it was quite large. I promptly wrapped my lips around his tongue and sucked it into my mouth. He seemed to really like my bit of tongue sucking cause he kept offering it back up to me. We separated to wipe the saliva off our mouths from our very wet kisses. “You are very good at that,” said Richard. We began to kiss again, and once more he offered his tongue for me to suck on, which I enjoy doing, though I like to suck on other things as well. After we finished this round of kissing and I had sucked on his tongue thoroughly, he looked at me. “How did you learn to do that?” asked Richard. I responded only with a sly smile, and a thought went through my head, ‘guess’. We stopped our making out session for a bit because people were walking through the parking lot. Richard asked me what I wanted to do next and I said that we could go search for him a hotel. He said something to the effect that there would probably be nothing else open since it was so late, sine that is was a little after 2am. We could have gone somewhere else because there were places still open, but at this point I was so aroused that I just wanted to go to a hotel with him and see what happened from there. Richard said that he’d seen some hotels along I-44, so we headed for the highway. After driving a bit Richard spotted an Econolodge. He went in and got a room while I waited in the truck. He came back after getting the room, and he fired up the truck and drove around the building to where his room was located, and in the process of that little trip I believe we woke up every sleeping hotel patron. Well, we got to his room and went inside. The hotel room was like most, a queen sized bed sat in the middle of the room in front of a TV. There was a desk, so that just in case you have some homework to do while on vacation, and also a couple of chairs along with a little end table, and the bathroom was off to the side of the hotel door. The room was basically designed in your usual hotel style earth tones with probably too many flower patterns, your basic Martha Stewart nightmare. I sat my purse down on a little table and sat down on the bed. Richard sat down in a chair across from me and, as we talked a bit he took off his tee shirt and had a muscle shirt underneath. I got to see more of his massive shoulders and broad chest, though he had no chest hair, it was still quite a chest. Lonely@30 and Missygail25 We sat there and talked some more and I asked him to hand me my cigarettes that I’d left in my purse. He did and we basically talked and smoked, while I hunted for the vh-1 channel on the TV and took off my sneakers. “When do you need to go back home?” asked Richard. “I was thinking around 4 o’clock or so.” I said. Well, eventually Richard took off his sneakers and got up and came around to the other side of the bed. He sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around me. I laid into his body and turned to him, our lips meeting. We kissed deeply and wonderfully; he has the fullest lips I have ever seen on a man. I sucked on his tongue, as he kept offering it up for me to suck on and he sucked my tongue, a little. His hand fumbled for my breast, massaging from the outside of my clothing. Then he managed to get my shirt unbuttoned, but still massaging on the outside of my black bra. I put my own hand behind my back and undid my bra, and pulled both dangling garments off of me. We continued to make out, kissing with plenty of sucking of the tongues. He played with my breasts a little bit, though he didn’t give them enough attention. They aren’t real big, but they need attention, too! Well, with what he did go after I can’t complain. His hand slid from my breasts down to my shorts and he unbuttoned them and slid his hand into the waist. First his hand massaged through my panties, just some regular cotton Hanes Her Way panties thrown on after my shower. Then he went inside the waist of my panties, over my shaved mound and down between my lips. His fingers parted my lips and began to rub the length of my sex, pausing to rub my clit. His rubs got me to orgasm fairly quickly since by this point I was very aroused as well as very wet. I pressed my body up against his and he could feel my spasms. “Do you want me to go down on you?” he asked. ‘Hell, yeah!’ I thought, but only actually said, “Yes.” He went down to my legs and pulled off my shorts and panties. He took a brief look in between my legs spread before him and gave me a smile with some thought behind it that I wished I could have read. He lowered himself down so that his face was right there at my crotch and his arms were wrapped around my thighs. He began his extreme tongue talents on my pussy, and basically licked me into complete and utter oblivion. In the beginning of his oral demonstration, as an orgasm began to rock my body, I thought that this time around I wouldn’t be able to cum and he would think that my cumming ability was a lie, but I shouldn’t have worried. Without much time passing, I had orgasms ripping through me, one coming not very far after the last, and soon my juices began to pour out of me. As he played with my pussy, alternating between tongue and finger, then back once more to his talented tongue, I began to massage and rub my breasts, giving them their neglected attention. As Richard continued his tongue torture on my pussy, and my body went through orgasm after orgasm, I alternated between squeezing the hell out of my breasts and just holding on for dear life to the pillow behind my head. He licked me so well that I don’t think I have cum like that before in my life. My juice went from a trickle that streamed down the crack of my ass, to an outright squirt, and then to an all out gush. A few times, when a fairly explosive amount of juice showered out of my hole, I heard a whispered “Damn” come from Richard. This was his first time to be up close and personal with a woman that could ejaculate. Once, during this amazing oral encounter, after an amazing gush of fluids poured out of me, Richard looked up at me from between my legs. “Are you trying to drown me?” he asked. I just looked at him with my eyes in a half closed state and a very pleased smile plastered to my face. “I can’t help it,” I said as redness rose in my checks from a bit of embarrassment. “It’s okay. I like it.” said Richard as he went back to work. I just have to say here that while my ex was the one responsible for finding my cumming ability, he did this mainly with his finger, and definitely not for as long as Richard worked me over with his tongue and finger. And my ex hardly did oral! I think my ex developed a fear, after finding out I could ejaculate, that if he went down on me I would literally drown him. Also, another thought, since separating from my now ex-husband I’ve had sex with two men before meeting Richard. While both of these men went down on me, one of which was halfway decent at it, the other sucked (in the bad way) at everything. Both of these men missed a real show in there haste to get themselves off before thoroughly getting me off! Richard continued his ministrations with his tongue and finger, and my body went from tremors to outright convulsions, not to mention streams and torrential downpours of pussy juice. I finally managed to raise my arm to my face and force my eyes open to glace at my watch to see that the time was 4 o’clock in the morning. Richard had been licking me for a little over an hour, but even though I knew I should get home (only because my prudish mother wished me to be home every night that Richard was visiting my town, making my father make me promise that I wouldn’t come home in the afternoon of the next day, as I’ve done once since moving back with my parents.). But I didn’t want Richard to stop his orgasmic attentions. I knew I wanted enough time to repay him the treat he’d given me. Finally around 4:30 am, I made Richard stop; he’d been working me over with his tongue and finger for over an hour and a half! I think I could have gone longer, and he told me that he could have defiantly gone longer and the only reason he alternated with his finger was because he hadn’t done this in quite some time. But once he got his mouth retrained he could lick me all night if I can take it that long. I motioned for him to come up and lay beside of me. He came up and once again wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me to him. I met him with a kiss that I hoped was a wonderful thank you for the amazing oral that I had just received. We continued to press our lips together and let our tongues dance within our mouths, each sucking on the other’s tongue. I let my hand work it’s way down to the bulge in his pants, and massaged him through the cloth. Then I went for the fly. I fumbled with button and Richard let out a little giggle as I tried to get it undone. I asked him if I was tickling him, and he mumbled something to the effect that he wished this happened more often. Eventually I got the button of his fly undone and the zipper down, I placed my hand inside the fly and began to rub the bulge trapped in his underwear. I then pushed my hand under the waistband of his underwear and down to his erect cock. I began to stroke him with a little difficulty, and pushed his underwear down a bit. Richard helped me by pulling his pants and underwear completely off of him. Now at this point you may be expecting me to exclaim because of his size that he was hung like a horse. Well, I’m not going to say that, ‘cause I wouldn’t want a horse cock anyway. I’ll just say that he was just the right size. When I had his hard on out of the bondage of underwear I was able to stroke him and again he mentioned something about my soft hands. Well, I really wanted to show him my own mouth talents. I went down ‘till I was eye to eye with his member. I began to tease with my mouth and tongue around the head of his tool, and then slowly I lowered my mouth down on the rest of him. I stroked him with my mouth, and as my lips slid up and down I jerked the base of him with my hand following my mouth movements. I began my suction on him pressing my lips into his cock with my tongue also pressed on the side. I sucked on him for what seemed like forever, at least to the muscles in my jaw. I tasted a few droplets of pre-cum, but no final splash. After about thirty minutes (I guess my mouth doesn’t have the strength his has) I gave up hope knowing that it was after 5 o’clock in the morning and I needed to get home. “What is it? Do you just have amazing stamina?” I asked him. “Yeah, sometimes,” he replied. Later on Richard told me that I am great at oral as well, after I had raved on about his expertise. I asked him how could I be great at oral if I was unable to get him to cum and he told me that he was about to, but I stopped. Well, damnit! Next time tell me not to stop! Well, we kissed a bit, but then I told him I should go home. Richard didn’t outright gripe about this, but was obviously disappointed that I had to leave, and he teasingly said that maybe he just wouldn’t take me home so I’d have to stay the complete night or rather day with him and I could tell my parents it was his fault. Well, finally he gave in and we got dressed after a few more uttered wishes that I would stay. As we got dressed Richard said something other than, “I wish you could stay the night.” “There is one thing good about you.” Said Richard. “What’s that?” I asked. “Well, there is no question to whether you are faking an orgasm or not.” “Huh, yeah I guess the proof is in the squirt.” I said and we both giggled. We sat and smoked a cigarette and then left the hotel. We got into his truck on his side so I would be sitting beside of him. When he started the engine the loud motor actually set off the car alarm of the van parked next to us. We figured the people inside the hotel needed a wake up call and they got it double time! We got back on the highway and drove back to my parents’ house. I had Richard drop me off at the beginning of my block instead of going all the way by my house, just so we wouldn’t wake up all of the neighbors on my block. In the small intersection we gave each other a good-bye kiss to the nosey stares of some old guy driving by. I walked down to my house and gave off a shudder as Richard turned his beast of a truck in the intersection and with a yelled “ goodbye” and a wave he was off to his hotel without me. I quietly entered the house, and found my mother still up. Without complete disclosure I told her that I had a good time and that ‘American Wedding’ was a good movie. After getting ready for bed and checking my emails real fast, I collapsed in a heap on the couch, not even having the strength to unfold my small roll away bed. I slept soundly until about 2 pm Saturday afternoon. After I had lifted myself off the couch and was able to have a couple cups of coffee and a cigarette or two, I called Richard. I told him that I needed to get into the shower and get ready, but then I had an errand or two to do for my parents and then I would be out to his hotel and we could go out. I took my time getting ready and used the time I hadn’t had on our first date. After I showered I started to get dressed. First, I put on a pair of black see through lace panties, reserved for special occasions, which actually hadn’t been worn until then. I also wore my black push up bra, then I put on the snug patterned shirt that felt like suede and the calf length jean skirt with slits up both sides ending at about mid-thigh. Then I stepped into my new heels with the brown straps, and felt a few inches taller. I walked around the house attempting to get used to the heels, since I don’t wear heels very often. I didn’t wear heels hardly at all with my ex, because they made me taller than him, but I didn’t have to worry about that with Richard! I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and clipped with a banana clip, and let the hair curl up. I also put in some silver hoop earrings, but no make up; I went ole natural. After taking forever to get ready I went in the kitchen to smoke a cigarette, and my father asked me for some help with the shelves he was putting together. When I stood up in my heels to help him, I noticed that I could look him in the eye and he is 6’2”. Just how high where these heels I wondered. While we were fixing the shelves, my father just had to comment about Richard. “I know you will take this personally but Richard didn’t make a very good impression with me,” said Dad. “Why is that?” I asked. “Well, anyone with a truck as loud as that one just doesn’t seem very considerate.” “Well, he has another car, but wasn’t able to get it ready to come out here.” “He just reminds me of your ex, more concerned with his toys than anything else.” “Well, I don’t know about that, but this time we are taking my car, so it won’t disturb you.” With my last statement I attempted to stomp out of the kitchen, which was a difficult thing to do with heels on. I don’t know where my father gets this judgment, since he hasn’t even met Richard, and in my opinion from the activities of the previous night Richard is very considerate, though I didn’t share this thought with my father. I left the house and went to run my parents errands for them, then got back and left once again in my own car to go to Richard’s hotel. I called him when I got in the car and told him I was coming. When I got there I parked by his truck. I called him to tell him to let me in the hotel, but the phone kept ringing. Then I looked to the side of the building and there he was standing, waiting on me. I gave him an embarrassed smile and hit end on the phone. I got out of my car and walked up to greet Richard. He told me that he liked how I had dressed up this time, and we walked to his room. We sat down on his bed, and talked a bit. I asked if he had done anything since I had left this morning. He told me that all he’d done was hang around the room. I worried that he hadn’t had anything to eat, and he told me he’d gotten a candy bar out of the machine, plus he was also nearly out of cigarettes. Well, I suggested we go so he could get both food and cigarettes, but before we left he kissed me, softly pressing his full lips into mine. Our tongues tangled a bit, and we separated and left the room. I told him that we should take my car this time. I got in and Richard attempted to get into the passenger side, but had to adjust the seat first since my 5’4” mother usually sits there. But even after the seat adjustment Richard still looked cramped. I asked Richard which he wanted first: cigarettes or food. Well, he was more in favor of nicotine so I took him to a smoke shop. After Richard had bought his carton, we went in search of the other necessity: food! I took him to a Denny’s, and we, of course, asked for the smoking section and were lead to our table. Richard mentioned when we sat down that he’d almost bashed his head on the low-slung ceiling that separated smoking from nonsmoking. I had to look back at it because I hadn’t even noticed the low ceiling. Our waitress came to our table and she was a young, cute, petite, a very cheerful black girl. She just had to ask Richard how tall he was. Richard pleasantly told her his height, and her eyes lit up. “You make a five foot girl feel small,” said the waitress. ‘Shit, making five foot feel small isn’t hard, but he makes five foot eight feel short.’ I thought to myself. “Everywhere I go,” said Richard shaking his head when the waitress had left to fetch our drinks. After our drinks were brought to us, we sent the waitress back because Richard hadn’t made up his mind about what he wanted to eat. The waitress came back once more and this time Richard was ready to order. Richard and the waitress had a discussion about how much he could eat, and she made a bet with him for a dollar that he couldn’t finish the grand slam breakfast, which he did finish, but didn’t hold the waitress up for the dollar. During their discussion about Richard’s eating ability (I already knew he could eat a lot, at least of pussy) I noticed a flash of metal in the waitress’s mouth. I couldn’t resist and asked if she had her tongue pierced. She proudly showed her tongue with a little ball in the center of it. Intrigued I asked if it had hurt She said she didn’t know cause she did it when she was drunk. I told her that I guessed that would be the best way to do to have your tongue pierced. We sat and talked and smoked until our food was brought to us. Then we talked more during our meal, just about things in general. I told him that I thought we would go to the Admiral Twin Drive-in, where two different sets of movies play on the west and east side screens. I told him that I knew “Freddy and Jason” was playing on one of the sides along with another movie, but I’m not a big fan of horror movie, even though I know Richard liked the blood and gore. We decided that we’d watch the other screen; he could watch his blood and gore some other time. After we were finished with dinner we drove down to the drive-in. We chose the east screen that was playing “The Medallion” and “S.W.A.T.”. The first movie had already started, but was not very far along and we were able to catch up the story line fairly quickly, especially since it was a Jackie Chan movie. Though I enjoy his movies a lot it is more about watching him creatively kick the crap out of someone then about the plot. Since we were late I was glad we hadn’t brought his truck, cause it probably would have disturbed everyone watching the movie. After we had parked, though, I wished that we had brought his truck because we would have been able to sit next to each other. Before we got into the movie Richard leaned over and kissed me, our lips connecting, our tongues alternating into each other’s mouths to be sucked on. Then we separated to watch the movie. The first movie was good, and during the movie Richard held my hand. Then in the intermission we kissed once more, and even though I’m a bit of a closet exhibitionist, I am still shy and didn’t want a full out make out session with people getting up to get food or use the restroom. Mostly it was the kids passing by along with their parents. We waited until intermission was almost over and then Richard got up to get us some drinks and munchies from the concession, only to find out it was closed, so we were forced to share the pop I had brought in my purse. During the second movie Richard’s hand went to my knee and the slit in my skirt. He caressed my knee a bit and as his caresses started their desired effect I spread my legs wider willing his hand to go up further. Suddenly it got hotter, I don’t know if was our passion rising or just the air around us, but the heat was defiantly rising even though it had been fairly cool when we arrived at the drive-in. As the movie went on, I felt the wetness in my pussy increasing dramatically, and the urge for him to rub my clit was nearly excruciating. His hand did rub further up my thigh, but not all the way to the hot spot. I was just about ready to climb over to his seat, straddle him and fuck his brains out, not even giving a shit about any passers by, but, like I said, I’m still shy. I guess I should have just pushed his hand all the way up my skirt, instead of hoping he would get the hint by me spreading my legs wider and wider. Later on I told him what I had wanted at the drive-in and he said he had most definitely thought the same thing, but didn’t know if he should, plus it had gotten so hot. Damnit, maybe next time! After the movie was over we shared a passionate kiss, which showed how horny we’d gotten from our little caresses while watching the movie. After most of the crowd had passed, I started my car and headed for the gas station to get some gas and also pops, since we both were parched. I pumped my gas as Richard went inside and bought us pops. Afterwards, I headed back to his hotel. Once we got into his room, Richard pushed off his sneakers and I flung off my heels. Richard sat in the chair and I sat on the bed with my legs underneath me, flipping through the channels on the TV in search for something to watch. Richard laid down on the other side of the bed, with is hand around my waist. I found a movie that I’d seen a dozen times, but got into it again. Lonely@30 and Missygail25 Eventually I pulled my attention from the screen and lay down next to Richard with his arm wrapped around my shoulders. We began to kiss, our lips meeting and pressing together, his tongue entered my mouth and without hesitation I sucked it into my mouth. We kissed for quite sometime, our hands searching each other’s bodies. Richard separated our kisses and asked me again if I wanted him to go down on me. I just grinned at him and rejoined our mouths. After a bit more kissing and petting, Richard separated our lips once again and asked me if I was going to let him make love to me this time. I told him yes. Well, without the briefest pause off went the clothes, his, mine, everything! Soon we were at it, with Richard on top. He entered me smoothly. He held himself up with his legs and his arms and thrust into me and it felt wonderful. At first I wrapped my legs around him, but couldn’t thrust back properly, so I just placed them flat on the bed and was able to match his thrusts. I felt an orgasm rip through my body and the familiar contraction of my pussy muscles as my juices wanted to pour out; the contraction was actually so hard that it pushed his cock out of me. He quickly reentered my dripping pussy and began to thrust again and I match his thrust with my own upward thrusts. Again an orgasm went through me and my pussy muscles pushed his cock out of me, he again reentered, thinking that he was overexcited and kept falling out and not that I was actually pushing him out. He bent his head down and sucked on my nipples a bit too hard for my liking, but at least it was some attention. Then a cramp struck him from supporting himself up, and he asked if I would like to do it in another position. I suggested that I go on top; he pulled out of me and lay back down beside me. We kissed and touched for a bit, then I made him lay on his backside and then got up and straddled his middle. I lay on top of him squishing my tits into his broad chest, then I brought my ass up and he grabbed a hold of his cock and positioned it right at my pussy hole. I lowered myself on him and began to gyrate my hips. I told him to tell me when he would cum because I couldn’t have him cum inside of me. I continued my gyrations, all the while kissing his full lips and sucking on his tongue. Richard told me he was going to cum and I quickly pushed myself up and let him fall out of me. I asked if he’d already cum and he told me that he hadn’t ‘cause I had just stopped so quickly. Well, I raised myself back up and he placed his cock at the entrance of my pussy and I slid down on him. This time he grabbed my thighs and held me up while thrusting into me; I alternated from passionate kisses, to just pressing my lips into the hollow where his neck met his shoulder. I felt yet another orgasm go through me, and moaned out as a little bit of my juice oozed out from around his cock. Then all of a sudden he pulled out of my pussy and shot his cum all over my ass crack. I laid on top of him for a bit, both of us catching our breath. Then I got off and lay beside him and he again wrapped me up in his arms and pulled me next to him. We lay there and at first just rested. Then we began passionately kissing once more, and then suddenly he separates from my mouth. “I want to go down on you.” He said. Well, what was I going to do say “no”? I just nodded my head, with a little smile on my face at my wonder about this man that loves to lick my pussy! Again he tortured me with his tongue just like the night before. He made me climax many times, so many that I could not count. Again I came, juices shooting out from my pussy in a never-ending stream, soaking the bed underneath thoroughly. At one point, when Richard was resting his tongue, he got me to orgasm using his finger on my clit and a good squirt of my juices came out and actually squirted him in the face, which he thought was really erotic! Afterwards, my body was just a pile of goo from him licking me again for at least an hour and a half. I told him that I needed a break. He came up and lay beside me on the bed. He let me rest there for a while, and then we began kissing once more. While our lips pressed together and we let our tongues dance I let my hand go up and I ran my fingers through his hair and caressed the side of his face with my hands. Before long we were connected once again, and he was thrusting himself deeply inside of me and I was thrusting back with his movements. Then once again we changed position so I could be on top. I gyrated my hips on him and my mouth toyed with his tongue. My body spasmed as an orgasm ripped through me, and just at the same time Richard grabbed my hips and pulled out of me and spent his load on the crack of my ass. I lay on him for a few minutes then got off and settled myself down beside him. He wrapped him up into his arms and just held me; I closed my eyes and nearly fell asleep. While I was caught between awake and asleep he caressed my shoulders and arms with his fingertips and was amazed how with each touch my body broke out all over in a series of Goosebumps. Richard thought the Goosebumps were real interesting and sot out to make more come out on my body. Eventually I got up and announced that I need to get home, I went to the restroom and cleaned off all the wetness along my lower half and noticed the large wet spot I had left on his bed. Richard gave a few disgruntled pleas for me to stay with him, but I told him that I was expected back home. I got dressed, and so did he. Even though I had my own car, he was going to walk me out. He studied me intently as I dressed, watching as I put back on my lace panties and then my bra, and finally my shirt and skirt, looking like he was memorizing the moment for playback in his head. He walked me out to my car and once I was in the drivers seat he bent down and kissed me, then we separated our kisses and he shut my door for me and walked back to his room as I started the car and sped off for home. I came home and collapsed once again, the next day there was no argument when I left to say goodbye to Richard and the main reason for that was because my father had been taking a nap. I met up with Richard and we went to Denny’s once again, but not before sharing a brief gentle kiss. We had a breakfast in the middle of the afternoon. After we were finished I got a call on my cell phone from my parents telling me that my ex had called and the kids would be back soon. We quickly left the restaurant and I drove us back to his truck. We shared a longer even more passionate kiss, then he got out of my car and with a wave and wish that we had more time together, he got into his truck and I pulled out of the parking lot to head back home. That weekend was wonderful! I have since begun a relationship with Richard, and we are to meet each other again very soon, probably will already have happened when this is approved on literotica, so there should be a part two soon! THE END 9/13/2003 2:15 AM