0 comments/ 12495 views/ 0 favorites Night Heat By: Zachary Dear Meghan, You thought that I was crazy for buying this old car but I think that you just do not know how to appreciate it. A pearl white '68 Cadillac Convertible de Ville is simply the very best way to enjoy an aimless drive on a hot summer evening. Let me tell you why. We've been out for dinner at a nice restaurant downtown. You do not park a car like this on the street so we have parked in the garage at the Ambassador Hotel. We have had a very relaxed and enjoyable dinner and after dessert and more than a few drinks, cruise out onto Third Avenue at about half past nine. The radio is playing an Eddie Van Halen tune at a good clip, the bass thumping. The sun has set and dusk is rising about us. The temperature takes no notice of the sunset and after the air-conditioned restaurant, the heat of the night is as thick as fog. We have prepared for the heat with our attire. I am wearing light cotton drill slacks and a polo shirt with canvas espadrilles. You are wearing a sundress and white strappy high heels. Nothing else, just the dress and the heels. As I drive west, you slide down in the seat and open your legs a bit to let the cool air from the fan refresh you. The ancient white leather of the seat is as soft and as smooth as a mink pelt. The ladies of the evening are lined up along the avenue and have taken advantage of the heat by wearing their briefest skirts. Many have dispensed with outerwear altogether and are showing themselves off in garters, stockings, panties and bras. We stop at a light and you and one of the girls take a good look at each other. You are immediately struck by the similarities between you. She is a beautiful blonde with full red lips, breasts straining against the fabric of her dress, curvy legs topped by an ass that is designed to incite a riot. You cannot take your eyes away from her, nor can she take her eyes from you. You both think that you are looking in a mirror reflection that has a life of its own. The light changes. We drive away. She blows you a kiss. Your lips are suddenly dry and you wonder if she has seen you dart your tongue from your mouth to moisten them. The next stoplight brings another vision. This woman is a different from you as the other had been identical. She has hair so dark that it reflects the headlights of passing cars. Her olive skin is contrasted by her clothing. Her shoes, see-through lace mini skirt, stockings, garter belt, panties (the kind that just has a string going up the ass) and bra are all pure white lace. Her nipples can be seen clearly through her bra, the areolae peeking over the top. Her pants are so tiny that there cannot possibly be any pubes to hide. Unlike our first friend, she pays no attention to you at all. She is in the process of closing a sale with a prospective client and she is squeezing his prick through his pants. Without knowing why, you reach over to do the same to me. As you do, she looks up for just a moment and winks at you. The light changes. We drive away. But your mind keeps going back to that blonde. You have never seen a parade of women like this before, and this evening provides a perfect introduction. The following blocks are an album of snapshots of women, an ass peeking out of a skirt too short, a curly mane of shoulder length auburn hair, nipples through thin cotton, full pouty lips in shiny red gloss, long legs in silken seamed stockings and impossibly high heels, a pussy revealed for a moment by a wrap skirt blowing up in the hot breeze. But your mind keeps going back to that blonde. We head south, not talking about what we have seen. By themselves your legs have opened up a bit more and you slide down further in the seat. After a few minutes you turn to me and say, "She wanted you." There is no doubt who you are talking about. I reply "She wanted you." You know this before it is said, but you do not want to say it yourself. I ask, "Do you want her?" You do not answer. But your mind keeps going back to that blonde. We continue to head south and at stoplights we neck like teenagers. I caress you as we kiss, first your hair, your neck, your back, then your leg, your breast, your ass. As my fingers whisper up your thigh, your knees part to make room. Just as my fingertips slide toward where you are hot and just a bit moist the light changes and we are moving again. You return my caresses. You explore my ribs, my thighs, my nipples. You reach down and again squeeze me through my trousers and find me hard. "You're so exited" you say. "Aren't you?" I ask. "Not like you!" you say, but you are wrong. "Show me your cunt." You draw your skirt up and catch your breath at what you see. Your lips are full and pouty. Your clit is red, almost purple and stands up proudly, engorged and hard. Without prompting, you reach down to explore with your own fingers. Your lips are sensitive and you avoid touching your clit, out of fear. You are wet and in search of more honey you slide a finger inside. It is like opening a floodgate. As you open up, your fluid almost gushes out, drenching your fingers and seeping onto your skirt. You do not want to stain your skirt and so you pull it up around your waist so that your ass is sitting directly on the leather seat. You squirm a bit at the touch. You pump your fingers in and out a few times and then decide to wait. You push your skirt back down in front and cross your legs. At the next light I lean over to kiss you and find you more than receptive. As we kiss I feel your breasts through your dress and then tug at it to pull it down on one side. Your right breast pops free and I squeeze the nipple. You do not cover your breast again as we drive on; it is getting dark, the door of the car is high and almost nobody notices your nakedness. The cool breeze feels good and makes your nipple even harder. After a few blocks, as the traffic thins, you pull the other side down. We continue to head south and, by and by, you ask where we are going. "To Lakeview Park". "Good", you reply. It is fully dark as we enter the park but the stars are brilliant and the moon is full. We both can perfectly well see what we need to see. I park the car in a spot overlooking the lake and shut off the lights and ignition. I slide the seat all the way back and right away you climb on to my lap facing me, one knee on either side of me. All of the tension on the past half-hour is expressed in your kisses. You hold my face as you kiss my lips, my cheeks, my chin. You bite my lips and ears gently at first and then more roughly. You then slide your hands to the back of my head and press my face to your breasts. You throw your head back as I suck your breasts, lashing your nipples with my tongue. You are rocking back and forth on my lap, dry-humping against the erection in my pants. You lean forward and tear my shirt from my pants, and then up over my head. Pressing my face back to your breasts, you reach down and caress and pinch my nipples. My hands are around your waist and I knead and stroke your ass. I reach up and find the zipper's tab and start to pull it down. There is a rustle of fabric and the dress comes off over your head; you are naked but for your shoes. You lean back and rest your elbows on the dashboard to let me see your body. I run my fingertips from your collarbones down to your ribs, up to your tits. Your nipples are so erect that they are almost painful. I spend just a moment teasing them before moving my hands down to your belly, your hips, your ass and your pussy. We kiss for the longest time. As excited as each of us is, we want the feeling to last; we have plenty of time. As we kiss, you excite us both by swaying back and forth with your upper body to lightly rub your nipples against my chest. The hair on my chest tickles you and makes you squirm. This grinds your cunt down against the bulge in my pants and the coarse fabric stimulates your clit. You reach down and start to unfasten my zipper. The zipper jams in the folds of material and you tug harder at it, frustrated. I ease you off my lap and pull the zipper down the rest of the way. You kneel on the seat and reach forward into my pants and take my prick out. You stroke and caress it and your hands feel very good; neither too cool nor too warm and very soft. You unfasten my belt and the waistband of my pants and start to slide them down over my hips. As my ass hits the leather of the seat my hard-on wilts just a bit. You lean over and gently suck it into your warm, wet mouth and it quickly regains its hardness. As you suck, I stroke your back with my right hand and slowly work my way down to your ass. After kneading your ass for awhile I reach further still and slide my middle finger into your pussy. You are very excited by what you have seen and felt and done this evening and you are very wet. I slide first one finger and then a second in with no trouble. Without taking your mouth from my cock, you make a sound that is half groan and half squeal and spread your legs farther so that I can stroke your clit. We are both very excited by this but it isn't enough. We want to fuck. You give my prick one last bite and straighten up. Your body is so beautiful in the moonlight. The soft light puts your curves into shadow and your skin seems to glow. You slide your right knee over my lap again and sit astride my lap. You lean forward and take your weight on your knees. This puts your breasts right in front of my mouth and I cannot resist the temptation to reach out with my tongue and tweak your nipples. You reach down between your legs, grasp my prick in your right hand and guide it into you. As you slide down my pole a soft sigh escapes your throat. You start to ride me, sliding me in and out of your quim, rocking back and forth on your knees, holding the seat back behind my head for support. As you rise up on each stroke your chest presses into my face, pushing my head back into the seat. You are using me like a tool for your own satisfaction, but I do not mind one bit. On the contrary, I grab your ass on both sides and help you rock back and forth. You lean back and again rest your elbows on the dash and your body is before me in all its beauty and glory. I take in the vision from the ecstasy and tension on your face, down your slender, delicate throat, to your beautiful smooth shoulders, to your breasts bouncing with each stroke, to your belly, rounded with the curves of a real woman, to your hips with your pelvis giving shape to the curves of softer flesh. And finally to your cunt, your lips almost hairless, your clit hard and red. You know how visual I am. With a vision like this before me, it will not be long before I lose control. But we are both the pawns of our passion. There is no pacing of this race, no slowing down to savour the moment and make it last. We are both giving each other all that we have. I think that it is I who starts to come first. My hamstrings flex, my back tenses, the tendons in my neck stand out and my hips rise up off the seat. I begin to shoot inside you and my orgasm ignites yours. Every neuron in your body fires, every muscle contracts. You throw yourself forward onto me and crush your body onto mine. Your hands go to the back of my head and press my mouth to your breasts. You squeeze me as though you cannot let go. You slam harder and harder onto me, thrusting me deeper and deeper into you. Your head is thrown back and you cry out in a guttural moan. Your body is frozen in passion for the longest of moments and then collapses, spent. I do not know how long we rest together. Sooner or later, we know, we will have to compose ourselves, get decent and be on our way. But there is no rush. I'd like to know where you would like to go after this experience. Any time you would like to tell me some of your own stories, I'd love to listen. If you'd rather put them in a letter as I have, you know how to reach me. Night Heat The days are long, hot and sultry. Tonight the air is still and the humidity is high, only the sounds of the night creatures and the occasional whisper of a slight breeze stirring the trees break the silence. The atmosphere is heavy with the threat of thunder making Morgan's skin tingle, the strong scent of anticipated rain pervading her nostrils. The temperature is still sitting on 30'c, making it impossible to sleep as she stares at the ceiling fan hypnotically whooshing around stirring the air, the draft barely tickling her flesh as it wafts across her sweat glistened skin. She glances at the vacant space beside her in her bed and wonders sadly when her lover will return from his assignment, anticipating his arrival in her mind as he has been gone a month and she misses his presence terribly. After tossing and turning for what seems like hours, naked legs and arms tangled in the sheets, she rises from her bed and makes her way down the stairs and heads outside towards the swimming pool. Mocking the darkness, the full moon casts its diffused light over the garden, illuminating the pathway as she walks on down to the pool past the flowering jasmine whose heady scent is intoxicating in the damp night air. She looks around the pool enclosure; it is large and surrounded on all sides by a profusion of tropical shrubs and palm trees, a dense mixture of colours and textures and heights, which ensure total privacy. The vegetation is lit up from below by a series of hidden outdoor spotlights, the light refracting off the surface of the leaves making it look like a fairy grotto with the pool light giving off its ethereal blue green glow under the water, so inviting in the hot stillness of the night. Morgan stands by the edge of the pool and stares down at the beckoning water at her feet, completely smooth like a sheet of toughened glass. Closing her eyes she holds her breath and stretches, curving her spine into a graceful arc before she dives gracefully into the waiting water, barely creating a ripple as she pierces the surface. It feels like warm silk gliding across her naked skin, caressing her as she slides through it, cooling her as she slowly swims back and forth before floating about on her back and staring at the night sky above her, her thoughts lost in the myriad of stars suspended in the velvety blackness as she listens to the sounds of the crickets and the haunting call of the night owl. After relaxing for a few minutes, Morgan senses a presence behind her, snapping her head up she straightens to tread water and turns to see a man standing there by the side of the pool. Wondering how he has gained access to her garden she quickly looks around and then notices the open gate at the bottom of the yard. Looking back towards him she watches him. He stands there, completely silent, focusing on her, his gaze roving over her like a lovers caress. When she asks him what he is doing here in the garden he doesn't answer, he just raises a finger to his lips in a gesture for her to be silent. Enthralled, she observes him from the relative safety of the water as he slowly removes his clothes, seductively peeling away the layers to reveal his body. Unable to look away her eyes travel over him, he is beautiful, exquisite of form, tall and well built with broad shoulders and very obviously aroused. Her eyes move lower down his body to the juncture of his thighs where his proud shaft is standing out from his belly, framed by a riot of thick black curls, she inhales deeply, imagining the feel of him against her body. He bends and reaches for the chinos he had been wearing and pulls something out of the back pocket but there is insufficient light for her to distinguish what it is. Moving down, he sits on the edge of the pool before he quietly slips into the water as a seal would, without a splash, and swims slowly towards her as she silently waits. When he reaches her he holds out his hand to show her what he possesses, in it is a scrunched up silken pajama cord. He reaches out and takes her hands, forcing them behind her back and holding them together as he binds her wrists tightly. Though unable to move she is unconcerned, despite her helplessness, her instinctive excitement at his touch making her heart race. Dragging her with him into the shallows, he sits her on the top step that leads down into the water. She stares at his face than quickly lowers her eyes, "what do you want?" she asks coyly, but he shakes his head to once again silence her. Bending towards her he kisses her urgently on the lips before trailing kisses down her neck and over her body, caressing her with his hands as his lips blaze a trail of sweet fire across her belly and lower, he is everywhere. Throwing her head back, Morgan gasps as he bites her inner thigh then licks her there to soothe the hurt. He moves to the apex of her thighs and circles her golden curls with his tongue just the once, leaving her longing for more as he raises himself up and kneels on the edge of the pool just above her. Morgan's hair is in a braid at the top of her head, like a long hemp rope, soft yet pliant and he wraps it around his fist. Pulling her closer to him he kisses her again, not hiding his hunger this time but inserting his tongue into her mouth and tasting her with the passion she has longed for, tongue sliding against tongue in sensual delight. Breaking the kiss he pulls back slightly and looks into her eyes and smiles. Pressing her head down towards his erection she understands immediately what he is silently asking. Willingly she complies, kissing the tip gently before running her tongue over the outside of his shaft, taking the head of his penis into her mouth and rolling her tongue over it in a slow rhythm feeling him grow harder, filling out and pulsing in tune with the beat of his heart. Taking him further into her mouth she sucks him and listens to his groans as she licks him, swirling her tongue up under the rim and around the tip of his engorged cock, nibbling him with her lips as her head moves up and down, up and down; him controlling her movements by the tight grip he has on her hair as she caresses him faster. Suddenly he makes her stop. Reaching for her he picks her up and hoists her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift then carries her to the wooden picnic table where he lays her face down with her feet on the floor. The timber is cool against her belly and she can smell the strong woody fragrance of the oiled timber against her cheek. Spreading her thighs wide with his knees he holds her tied hands in place at her back so that she is unable to turn around to look at him. She wonders briefly what he is going to do with his other hand as he holds her down. Reaching down between her spread thighs with his hand he finds what he is looking for and stroking her, inserts two fingers into her. She is so very wet, throbbing with desire as he moves to fondle her, making her tremble with the delight of his touch, the sounds of their ragged breathing and her soft moans echoing around the enclosure. Slowly he withdraws his hand. Wanting more, she whimpers at the loss contact. Slapping her ass hard with the palm of his hand he speaks for the first time saying, " You must wait, my lovely." He pulls hard on her hair again, Morgan arching her back in response to the pressure exerted on her neck as he reaches around her body and squeezes the nipple of her left breast until she shivers. "Yes!" he says, and hearing the satisfaction in his voice she quivers with the pleasure of the force of his fingers and his obvious enjoyment at her discomfort. Grinding against her he presses his erection into her buttocks, "I want to give you this baby, " he says, as she moans loudly and tries to nod, still unable to move. He begins to rub his cock between her thighs, making her shake with desire and anticipation of what is to come. Pulling back slightly he presses himself at her opening, teasing her by rubbing the head of his cock up and down over her lips before he pushes himself partway inside, little by little until she thinks she will scream, then with one hard push he thrusts inside her, groaning as he pushes himself all the way in, stretching her flesh as she encompasses and accommodates him. Gripping her hips he starts to rock rhythmically into her, his balls smacking against her pussy stimulating her and bringing her closer and closer to release, both of them reveling in the sensations that they are evoking, sweat running down between their bodies making them slick with it, sliding against each other as she gasps for air while he rides her hard. "Yes! " he says again, as she writhes beneath him begging for him to come inside her. Pounding into her, just a few more thrusts and he convulses above her, his face contorting in ecstasy at the same time as she explodes under him in her own shattering climax. The electric sensations of orgasm go on and on as he empties himself inside her, pumping his seed deep into her as her muscles contract around him milking him dry before they collapse against each other. Silently they lay there for a few minutes until their breathing steadies. He raises himself up to release her, turns her and pulls her close to him in a tender embrace, kissing her gently on the forehead. "Oh that was so good, " she says. He smiles warmly at her, stroking her cheek, "Yes my love, coming home to you is always good."