2 comments/ 40335 views/ 20 favorites Our First Date By: JonB1969 The next day I found myself in one of the most fashionable dress shops in town. We had hardly stepped in the door, when an older lady, wearing a very stylishly understated black suit, but too much makeup on her wrinkled face and hair too blonde, came forward and introduced herself. "Mr. Libby, how do you do today? My name is Anne Welsh. What can we do for you?" Tyler said, "I'm fine, Anne. And what you can do is assist this lady in picking out two or three evening dresses." The lady didn't even blink or swallow. She did nod once, crisply. "Very good, sir. That will be doable." "Well, one of them has to be ready before Saturday. The other two can wait." "Of course, Mr. Libby." Anne turned and said, "Renee?" A young lady came forward promptly, who had just graduated from high school yesterday, by the looks of her. "Yes, Miss Welsh?" "Please assist Mr. Libby's young lady friend. She needs a suitable evening dress for a party. Think you can do that?" The girl was less talented at hiding her emotions than her boss. But she said, "Yes, ma'am." Then she turned to me. "If you'll just follow me, Miss?" I turned to Tyler, flashed my eyes at him, and then followed the young lady further into the store. Forty minutes later, I stood in front of a mirror admiring my reflection, wearing the most exquisite dress I had ever seen in my life, about knee length, made of the most buttery soft and supple black lambskin leather I have ever had the privilege to run my hands over. It was made in a sleeveless, backless halter style that let me go bra-less. It fit like a proverbial glove around my waist, hips and booty. I was thinking it would fit even better when I wore a shaper under it. Tyler stood a respectful distance away, but I could tell that he liked the dress as much as I did. The girl who was helping me said, "If you don't mind me saying so, I don't think we'll need to do any alterations, Miss." Tyler suddenly came over and said, "No, it doesn't look like it." He said to me, "This dress looks beautiful on you, Eden." Blushing, I said, "Thank you, Tyler." "Do you like it?" "Are you kidding? I love it!" "Good. We'll take it." "Are you kidding? This dress must cost a fortune." Tyler said, "Well, actually, it costs over two thousand dollars." "Please, don't tell me that." "Let me put it like this: I can easily buy this dress for you." I sighed as I looked in the mirror. "You really want to buy this dress for me?" "Pleasing the woman I want to take to a party...priceless." I laughed. "Thank you, Tyler." About an hour later, we left the dress store, carrying three beautiful evening dresses: the black leather one, a strapless, skin-tight, sky-blue number, and an equally sexy red sequined slip dress that I saw an actress wear to a party recently, all of which were safely encased in plastic. We got in Tyler's car, and I said, "Well, I don't think I'm ever going to see such a shameless display of brown-nosing again." Tyler laughed. "Yes, it was impressive, especially considering I'd never been to that dress shop before." "Really? They seemed pretty familiar with you." "My Uncle Jack shops there all time. Or used to, anyway." "Ah." "Yeah." I said, "Well, I guess the only decision left to make, is which dress to wear." "That's easy. The black one." I smiled at him. "Okay. The black one." Saturday night, I found myself once again in Tyler's car, as he was driving me home from the party. He was a perfect gentleman, from the time he picked me up, to the time we left the party. He introduced me to some of the players, and I found out for myself why he'd invited me along. All of the players were talking shop. Even the new players, who should have been rightfully celebrating their entrance into the promised land of the NFL, couldn't stop talking shop for one minute. This wasn't a party. It was a meeting. Some of the players had brought their wives or girlfriends. I recognized the glazed looks in their eyes and sympathized with them. I socialized with some of them, but not for long. I could tell they had paid a high price for their high social status. Most of the time I was with Tyler. I kept him from talking shop too long, and he catered to my every want. I had to admit, a girl could get used to this. And now he was driving me home. Tyler pulled up to the curb, and I unlatched my seatbelt. "Well, Tyler, thank you for the wonderful evening," I said. "You're welcome. Although I should be thanking you instead." I reached for the door handle, then stopped and looked at him. "I want to ask you something, Tyler Libby." "What is it?" "Why me? And be honest." He turned off the ignition, and turned to face me. "That's a good question." He paused for a minute. "Yeah, you're right. I could have asked any other woman, but other women wouldn't have come close to being you. You're the only woman who I wanted to ask to come with me. I hope that's a good answer." I reached over to touch his face. "Would you like to come inside?" "Yeah. Definitely." Once inside my apartment, I carefully closed and locked my door. I dropped my purse and keys on my kitchen counter. Then I turned to Tyler. In case I haven't told you, Tyler is probably one of the most attractive men I've ever met, in addition to being one of the most famous, and one of the most fabulously wealthy. He's got pretty brown eyes and brown hair that tonight at least, he wore in a clean-cut, close-cropped style. When he smiled, expression lines formed at the corners of his eyes. Even though he had said it was a formal party, he wore a blue pinstriped jacket and slacks and a white shirt with no tie, unbuttoned at the collar. At least he wasn't wearing sneakers. I approached him carefully and placed my hands on his chest, feeling hard muscle under his jacket. I was keenly aware that the simple act of kissing him was likely to lead to so much more. I was just as keenly aware that, after I kissed him, after I crossed that line, there would be no going back to being just friends. But as I looked into his eyes, I somehow knew we would always be friends too. Certainly not just friends. But we would have that rarest of relationships, to be both friends and lovers. I stepped up close to him and slipped my arms around his neck. Hesitantly, rather awkwardly, I lightly pressed my lips against his, so lightly and softly, that I barely felt his lips against mine. The feeling of it went straight down to the tips of my toes! In that one electric moment, I knew it was the right choice. More confident now, I leaned back in and kissed him again, light and soft. I didn't rush it. I wanted to savor it. Our first kisses. Tyler took me in his hands and held me. We stood there and kissed, over and over and over and over. I pushed Tyler against the wall and started kissing him more deeply. I opened my mouth further, and when Tyler matched me, I gently extended my tongue forward and met his with mine. Tyler moaned. I whispered, "Why don't we make ourselves more comfortable?" Tyler nodded. So I slipped off his jacket and tossed it on the couch. I turned back, and we resumed our kissing, while I started unbuttoning his shirt. When I reached the lowest button, I anxiously undid his belt buckle and pulled his shirt out to undo the last button. Then I spread the fabric apart. And I gasped. To say Tyler was ripped would have been an understatement. I knew Tyler spent at least a half an hour a day working out, and now I knew why. His torso was well defined, from the deep furrow between his broad pectoral muscles to his super-flat and super-defined stomach muscles. I slipped off his shirt and threw it behind me. Then I kissed along his collar bone, across his chest, down to his tummy, paused at his belly button -- which made him laugh -- and finally I arrived at his cock. I eagerly rooted around inside his boxers and didn't have to look very long. I took it out and again gasped out loud. I looked up at him and said, "Oh, honey." Tyler chuckled. "Baby, you are definitely not compensating." I stroked it gently, up and down...up and down...up and down...up...and down... Tyler grunted softly. I looked up at Tyler. "Do you like that, baby?" "You have to ask?" I laughed. Then I saw what he was talking about. He was developing a very strong, healthy erection. I ran my tongue up and down his hard shaft, using the tip to tease him. At the top of a lick, I took his big beautiful white cock in my mouth and sucked on it with sluttish abandon. I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, greedily taking every inch of him, savoring him, coating his cock with my saliva. The room was quiet, except for the sexy slurping noises I made, and the grunting and groaning noises Tyler made. I was just going to town, because it'd been a long time since I'd had a cock in my mouth. Hell, it's been a long time since I'd had a cock! Tyler said, every word a grunt, "I'm...going...to come!" I sucked him even faster, then reached back and undid the catch on the halter straps of my dress. They fell down just as Tyler's cock exploded with a white hot rush of satisfaction. I couldn't contain it all, and some of the cum spilled down my chin and onto my breasts. I pulled back a little, still holding his cock. I caught another big blast of cum on my face, which dribbled down my chin and across my tits. Now this was a facial I didn't mind getting! I put his cock back in my mouth and sucked on it until it stopped jerking. I pulled back again, licking the head of his now happily flaccid cock. "I'm guessing you liked that, huh, baby?" Tyler leaned back against the wall and exhaled through pursed lips. "Holy crap, Eden. That was the best blow job I've ever had." I beamed at him as I stood up. "Thank you, baby." "But now I need to return the favor." I winked at him. "I'm sure you do. But let me get cleaned up." Five minutes later, I was on my bed, naked except for my high heels, which I used for leverage to hook onto the foot frame of my brass bed, my legs spread as far as I could spread them. And Tyler was parked in between my legs, on top of me. Teasing me. Kissing me softly, nuzzling the nape of my neck, kissing along my collarbone. Gently sucking my breasts, alternating slowly between my left breast and my right breast. Circling my nipples with his tongue then sucking on them like an ice cream cone. Tyler had somehow managed to find one of my favorite scarves while I was cleaning up. He played with it a little as he kissed me. "What are you doing?" Tyler said, "I was just wondering if you've ever been tied up." "Tied up?" "Well, not like in a pain kind of way, just in a letting-me-have-my-way-with-you kind of way. Teasing you. Taking my time with you." I said, "Sounds good. But if I say stop, we stop, okay?" "Okay. But let me just say right now that if you don't trust me, this won't be very fun for either of us." I considered that for a minute. He had a point there. I lay back down. Then Tyler gently moved my arms up until they rested over my head, and he took my scarf and tied me up by the arms. It was hardly the tightest of knots. I could have escaped from it easily. But I let him have control over me. I arched my back slightly and stared at the ceiling. His warm lips trailed past my swollen, tingling breasts and down my tummy. Down to my pussy. I could feel my pussy get wet. First he softly kissed up the inner part of my legs, starting with the left leg first, taking off my high-heeled shoe, kissing my toes, kissing my ankle, up my calf to my knee and my knee pit, along my thigh, making me squirm and tremble. Then he did the exact same thing with my right leg! When he finally arrived at my completely shaven, already slightly wet pussy, I was ready to let him do anything he wanted. I writhed helplessly, halfway pretending to struggle uselessly against the bonds. I was already moaning. "Are you going to eat my pussy, baby?" "Oh, do you want me to eat your pussy?" "Oh, yes, please baby, please, eat my pussy!" I should have known he was a teaser. He had the best and worst habits of eating pussy. He was slow. Deliberate. Seemed to know instinctively where all the right spots were. And he was patient. He would lick the slit of my pussy lips. Suck on my clit. Fuck my pussy with the tip of his flicking tongue. He would bring me to the brink of an orgasm several times, by the longest, most tortuous, and most pleasurable route, then ease off. After the fourth time he did that, I said, "Make me come, you bastard!" He grinned wickedly. "After I bought you all those dresses and all that jewelry, this is the thanks I get?" Oh, so that was his game. I quickly fell into the role. Too quickly. Far too easily. My voice dripping with apology, I cooed, "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. I love all the jewelry you bought me!" Another series of slow, tortuous, virtuoso licks on my pussy followed. "What about the dresses?" "Oh, God, I love the dresses," I said promptly, my resistance swiftly weakening. "They're beautiful, baby." He slowly...gently...sucked on my clit. "Do you want to keep them?" "Oh please, please, baby, can I keep them? Please? I'll wear them for you all the time, any time you want! Please, baby!" Tyler chuckled mischievously as he fingered my pussy. "You're such a good girl, Eden." I cooed, "Am I your good girl, baby?" "Yes, you're my good girl." "Can I come, baby?" He grinned wickedly. "Say please." "You bastard! I hate you!" Tyler grinned wider. "I can't hear you..." "Please? Can I come? Please? Haven't I been your good girl?" With no hesitation, he dove back down and helped himself to my pussy. But that bastard took the slow, virtuoso, tortuous scenic route again. He ran his tongue all along my pussy lips, stuck his tongue inside my pussy, sucked ever so gently on my clit, he did all those things, all over again. Oh my fucking god! I felt like my heart was about to pop out of my chest, and my lungs felt like they were about to collapse from the strain of all my moaning and calling his name. And then he finally took me over the edge. My orgasm was deep, the kind of orgasm where my orgasms were having orgasms! I arched off my bed, clenched my teeth and growled out my orgasm. My pussy walls clenched and released over and over again. Finally my orgasm subsided. Little orgasmic aftershocks pulsed through my pussy. "Oh my god, Tyler!" Tyler caressed my body, kissed me. Then he finally released me from the scarf. "Are you okay?" I laughed. "Ooooo, baby! I am more okay than I have ever been in my life!" Chuckling, he said, "Good." "Baby, where have you been all my life?" I sat up, leaned forward, took his face in my hands, and kissed him over and over again, just as before, soft and light. "Too. Busy. Being. Your. Friend." I laughed as I kept kissing him. "Don't. Stop. Being. My friend. Okay?" Tyler laughed too. "Okay." I laughed back. "Well, one thing's for sure, we can't go back to just friends!" "Nope." I paused from kissing him. "I hope you can appreciate the fact that I have never done that before." "You mean submission, being tied up?" "Yes, never." "Seriously?" "Seriously." I nodded. "And I don't want anyone else to tie me up besides you." "Seriously?" I nodded again, once. "Seriously, baby." He took me into a long hug. "Thank you for trusting me." I pulled back and looked into his eyes. "Any regrets about asking me out? Be honest, Tyler." "Nope. Not one. Only that I wish I'd done it sooner." Our First Date How many times had she been in this exact spot? More than Samantha could count. It seemed like every time a guy gave her their phone number, she chickened out and did not call them. She did not know why but she never could get up the courage to make the phone call. Maybe she was just afraid to get hurt again so her subconscious had decided just not to even give anyone a chance. Samantha did not know. The only thing she did know was that if she did not give a guy a chance soon she would be alone for the rest of her life. Now Samantha stood slowly turning the little piece of paper over and over again in her hand. Should she call Tim he had seemed like a really sweet guy when they had talked? Maybe she should give herself a chance to care again I mean it had been two and a half years since she had been involved with anyone surely that was enough time to heal. What the heck she thought to herself a phone call could not hurt. Her fingers trembled as she dialed the phone. It rang a few times before he picked up. "Hello." "Hi Tim, it's Samantha." "Hey, it great to hear from you.How have you been?" "I'm good. How are you doing?" " Doing good. I've been really busy with work. It don't seem to have a spare moment to myself lately." "I know what you mean. It seems like I am at work more than I am at home lately." "This may sound forward but I was wondering if you would want to hang out maybe tomorrow if you have no other plans?" Tim asked. "It is not forward at all and I do not have any plans tomorrow. I would definitely like to hand out with . Only trouble is that I do not drive." "That is no trouble at all. Just give me your address and I'll come and pick you up." "I live at 196 Leonard Avenue. Do you need directions?" "No I have GPS. I'll plug it in." "Well I guess I will see you tomorrow." " Does six o'clock sound okay with you?" "Sounds great. I get home from work at five so it gives me a chance to shower and change out of my work clothes." "I'll see you tomorrow at six then." " Have a great night!" " You too." Samantha hung up the phone . I can not believe that I'm actually doing this she thought to herself. Had she lost her mind? Was she really ready to put herself out there again? Well she could not back out now. All day at work Wednesday, Samantha could not stop thinking about her date that night. She was so nervous yet she was so incredibly excited. After getting off work, Samantha rushed home to get ready. While waiting for Tim to pick her up, Samantha's heart felt like it could beat right out of her chest. When Tim got to Samantha's door, he hesitated. He had waited so long to finally get up the courage to ask her out. Now it was finally happening. It sounded strange coming from a guy but there were butterflies in Tim's stomach. Finally he knocked on the door. Samantha answered. "Hi are you ready to go?" "Just let me grab my purse and lock the door," Samantha said . She grabbed her purse and keys and locked the door behind her. "So where do you want to go?" " I was thinking we could get some pizza. What do you think? "Sounds like a good plan to me. I'm a bit hungry myself." "Then let's get going," Tim said. He walked over and opened the car door for her. Then he walked around the other side and got in. They drive to Gemenelli's and Tim parked the car. He got out and rushed around to open Samantha's door. "Thank you." Samantha got out of the car. They headed inside the restaurant. "We'll have an extra cheese pie," Tim ordered. "The pie will be ready in about 15 minutes," the clerk behind the counter said. " Why don't we sit down until it's ready?" Tim suggested . He led her over to a table in the back then pulled out the chair for her. "Thanks," Samantha said. When the pizza was ready, Tim went and got it. "This pizza looks really good." "What do you want to drink?" Tim asked. "I'll take a root beer." Tim came back with two root beers and placed them on the table. "Thanks." For a few moments, they sat in complete silence just enjoying the pizza. "How is work going?" Samantha asked. "Work is going pretty good. Shifts are kind of long but I get through it. How is work going for you?" "Going good," Samantha said. She sat fidgeting with her shirt. "You seem a little nervous. Are you?" "Yeah I kind of am.It's been so long since I've been out with anyone I guess my stomach has a few butterflies." Tim reached over and took one of her hands in his. "You don't have to be nervous around me if I start to anything and you don't like it just tell me to stop and I will . I just want us to have a good time." "Okay," Samantha said. They finished up their pizza and then walked back to Tim's car. He opened the passenger side door and she slid in. "Thanks for the pizza this has been a wonderful night." Tim drove her back to her house and walked her up to her front door. " I really hope that I can see you again soon." " I would really like to. Thanks again for a wonderful night I had a great time." Just before Samantha opened her door, Tim leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Call me next week and we can figure out when we can go out again." "Have a great night," Tim said as Samantha ducked into the house. Our First Date It all started innocently enough, with a phone call from my best friend Dean. I saw his call on my phone, and answered with my usual, "What's up ya queer?" Although he isn't queer. He responded, "Not much , Homo." Although I'm not homo. "Kate wants to talk to you about the hayride Saturday." I shifted in my bar stool. "Tell her I'm making a meat and cheese tray, my hot chocolate drink, and I have wine bottled." Dean chuckled and said, "Yeah. Well, she has someone she wants you to meet. A girl. Says she is really nice and cute." I grimaced inside. Kate was always setting me up with someone from the gym or work or school. This gal probably had a face, ass, and laugh like a horse. I sighed and said, "Put her on the phone." Kate got on and before she spoke I gave her my usual greeting. "Hello Gorgeous. I'm sorry Dean is a closeted, cross dressing, tranny queen. But I warned you on your wedding day of his penchant for Latino pool boys and chiffon." She responded, "Never mind that. I found a good one. Really. She's cute and funny and smart and fun. And single. All the things you look for in a woman." I answered back, "Is she cute like a puppy, cute like a pony, or cute like a girl?" Kate exhaled and said, "I'll make you a deal you can't refuse. If you hit it off, you clear the first snow from my yard. If you don't like her, I'll do yours. Deal?" I responded, "Deal! This is win-win for me. I either get to meet someone nice, or my yard blowed. See ya Saturday. Bring the flaming queen with you, and your friend, and go warm up your plow." She laughed and said, "You are gonna owe me big after Saturday." As she hung up I thought she sounded confident. I smiled and thought, "Maybe...." I finished the week thinking about the hayride and found I was looking forward to it more and more as the time drew close. I made my meat and cheese tray and hot chocolate drink and suddenly realized I was giddy. I tried to tone it down and delay the inevitable disappointment, but could hardly contain my enthusiasm as I dressed in jeans, a gray hoodie, and my cleanest hat, splashing on a bit of Polo cologne and checking myself in the mirror. I pulled into Dean and Kate's yard as he was hooking the hay rack to his truck. I noticed Kate walk out of the house with a group of girls, some of whom I knew, and stood there trying not to look too dumb. None of her crowd appealed to me. I could hardly contain my disappointment. She smiled and waved as she walked over and hugged me, whispering, "she's already on the rack." I handed her my Tupperware and carafe of drinks and turned around. On the rack, sitting on a hay bale, was a pretty auburn haired girl, with beautiful curves, dressed in denim and smiling at me. Without taking my eyes off the girl, I leaned towards Kate and said, "I'll plow your yard bare assed on a mule for the rest of my life if she is a nice on the inside as she is on the outside." I left her there smiling as I walked to the rack. I walked to the rack and climbed up to introduce myself. My one and only phobia in meeting someone new is "Do I shake her hand, or hug her?" I have never figured out how to do this shit and look cool. She solved the issue by trotting up to me, hugging me, kissing my cheek and introducing herself. I hung onto the hug and nuzzled her hair. She smelled positively wonderful and felt even better. We sat and talked for a few minutes as the hay rack filled with people. I introduced people I knew, and she did as well, and as the rig pulled out, she asked, "So. What is your first impression?" I took a drink from my cup and said, "Honestly?" She nodded and I said, "You could be a model for that old school bomber nose art. You're beautiful and smart and seem sane. How do you know Kate and her closeted husband slash best friend of mine." She smiled and said, "We work together with some kids at her school sometimes. And I like your style." She grabbed a blanket from behind her and nuzzled close to me, wrapping us both up. I put an arm around her and we started to talk quietly, ignoring everyone around us. After a half hour, we had talked about life, love, work, and play. We laughed a lot and I found it easy to be around her. I liked her, and she was beautiful. I was amazed to realize that time passed by so quickly when I was talking to her, and it was getting dark as we stopped to let the girls pee. I reached into my backpack and pulled out TP, wipes, and a tube of hand sanitizer, telling her "You take the supplies." She nodded and smiled and seemed impressed that I would think of this stuff. I couldn't wait for her to come back and stood there, helping girls back on the rack. As Kate took my hand and I helped her up, she gave a quick thumbs up and whispered, "She likes you! A lot!" I nodded and smiled and crossed my fingers at her and she gave me a shocked look saying, "Mike likes a girl. Mike likes a girl!" As Alli returned, I helped her up, and she grabbed my hand, trying to drag me up as well. As I climbed up, she didn't let go of my hand and instead leaned in and kissed me softly. As I kissed her back, her lips parted and she slid her tongue slowly in my mouth. We burrowed down behind a hay bale in the dark and started to make out. She tasted so good-like a gooey dessert and the diet coke she was drinking. She sat down in my lap as I sat cross legged and kissed me furiously in the dark. I slid a hand down her stomach and pulled her shirt out, when suddenly she leaned back against me and unbuttoned her pants. I slid my hand down the front of her jeans and sawed my middle finger across her slit, stopping with the ball of my finger on her moist clit. She shuddered and sighed as I slid the finger in her pussy and strummed it in and out of her slowly. Our kissing became more intense as she pressed against me and humped my hand. She pulled her mouth from me and whispered, "Rub my clit, and let me kiss you hard!" I did as she asked and began making circles over her clit with my middle finger as she humped me and panted into my mouth. She moaned her approval and I picked up the pace and she ground into my hand. I felt her pussy get warm and she suddenly brought her knees together, pinioning my hand and grunting into me as she came, moaning into my mouth. I slowed my hand down and let her recover, and she never took her mouth from mine. She reached down, unzipped my jeans, and pulled my cock out as I slid my finger into her wet pussy. She turned towards me and spread her legs slightly as she strummed by cock under the blanket, kissing me as I slid my middle finger in and out of her. She squealed a bit and grunted as she humped my hand and jerked me off furiously. Suddenly she arched her back and pressed into me as she grunted into my mouth, warm juice filling my hand as she came in a shudder. I stopped my motion to let her recover and as she pulled her mouth from mine I whispered, "Better ease up on my dick, or I'll jizz all over your blanket". She smiled and burrowed under the blanket, engulfing my cock in her mouth. I sucked in air as silently as I could and grabbed her head, humping her mouth furiously. After just a few thrusts, I began to jet my load into her warm mouth. I leaned back as the last of my load drained into her mouth, and realized as she swallowed that she had cum again, fingering herself as she sucked my cock. We snuggled under the blanket as the hayrack came to a stop in the dark, and drunk people climbed down. Alli and I stayed behind, until everyone had gotten off the rack and gone to the campfire. As soon as we were alone, I peeled her pants and panties back off and whispered, "I owe you some oral favors girl!" I pushed her back against a hay bale, grabbed her ankles, and buried my face in her pussy. She grabbed the back of my head and humped furiously into my face as I licked her clit and slid my finger into her pussy. I sawed my finger in and out of her as I alternated making circles on her clit with my tongue, licking it furiously, and pressing it in with the tip of my tongue. After only a few rotations of this, she arched her back, grunted, and grabbed my head roughly, jamming it into her cunt as she came with a series of shudders. I tried to suck her off again, but she pushed me back and mounted me hard, burying my cock to the hilt in her pussy. She pressed me down and rode me hard as I reached back and squeezed her ass. I ran my hands down her ass to her thighs and back up, all the way to her shoulders. I passed my hands down the small of her back and grabbed her hips roughly. As I kneaded her ass cheeks, she started to ride me harder and I humped back with all I had. Finally, she lowered her head to my shoulder and buried her face against my neck, fucking me hard as I squeezed her ass and plowed back into her as hard and fast as I could. I grabbed her hips and held her still as we came together, my cock buried in her and pulsing as I poured my load into her quivering pussy. She slid forward and my load drained from her onto my stomach. She reached into my backpack and pulled a wipe out, cleaning her pussy with a swipe and wiping the goo from my stomach. We got dressed again and climbed off the rack, heading to the campfire, where Kate was smiling as we walked up. "Well look who decided to join us! Where have you two been?" I started to mumble something about sitting on the hay and talking when Alli said, "Actually, not a lot of talking. Some moaning and grunting, and there is hopefully gonna be more later. I owe you big Kate." Kate looked at us dumbstruck, and I said, "I owe you big too, Kate", as we sat down by the fire.