1 comments/ 32511 views/ 0 favorites Quintessential By: alexcarr Who would have thought Jean in the next flat could have heard me in the bathroom? It didn't occur to me until I heard her sneeze in hers. Our bachelor flats are back to back you see and so are the bathrooms. Me thinking now if I can hear her sneezing she can hear me doing all those things a guy does in the bathroom! But surely not, but I was wondering - s'posing she heard me talking to Pat on the mobile like I do - and all the other things Pat likes me to do and hear on the phone! Inadvertently one day I left the front door ajar, I had a delivery due but the idiot of the postman left it outside the door, be that as it turned out his negligence led to me enjoying the most beautiful shower ever. You see Jean being the sort of woman she is, very thoughtful and considerate, brought the parcel in for me. It was then I realised my notion about her hearing me in the bathroom were confirmed. "I heard you ion the bathroom, so thought I'd better bring in the parcel in case someone nicked it!" She said and I replied thank you. With that the bathroom door which was ajar anyway opened and in peeked Jean's head, seeing I guess something she had not bargained for. "Oops sorry Joe" she said but still didn't close the door, instead she came right in and suggested I "need some help with that" in looking at my full grown appendage which, just before she entered, was being seen to with great ardour . "In fact I need a shower anyway so do you mind if I join you, Joe?" It was like a fantasy some true, but you know how some women are, so very logical, practical and outgoing as Jean definitely was, like it was just one of the usual daily happenings. But the thought of that happening between me and Jean was something else. We had often chatted in the hallway if we happened to bump into each other coming or going, but I never ever imagined I would be 'cuming' with Jean. It had crossed my mind sure enough but with us both being over fifty the notion was not sop apparent. Anyway , there she stood, facing my walk-in shower with such ambiance she was certainly a sight for sore eyes, her figure still attractive and slim, that back tight skirt doing wonders in my groin, especially after I had just been enjoying a firm you know what! Certainly Jean knew what and she hade no qualms about telling me that she'd heard my grunts and groans ion her bathroom and thought I was just having problems on the loo. We both chuckled heartily as she progressed to remove her skirt in that certain sexual way women do and then I knew I was on a promise. "Don't take it off, Jean" I asked, "it looks so good on you. "Don't you want me to shower with you then, Joe?" she said looking upset. "Yes, but with your skirt still on" I replied "Ahh! So you are a wet vest man are you?" she continued stepping into the shower. "More like a wet skirt man" I said taking her all in, her femininity was abounding and I had really grown a fine urge for her. Oh! It was s lovely sharing a shower with Jean. And she made it so special too, when she first touched me I thought it would be just a short gesture to feel me, after she'd said she had yearned for the touch of a real man again, and wondered why I had made no advances, that didn't I think she was attractive. She wasted no time in sharing her credentials with me, rubbing that wet skirt up against my throbbing appendage in such a way she knew just what she was doing. "That is lovely, Baby" I said getting the mood for her and she said that I was lovely too and asked if I enjoyed oral, even from a girl in a wet skirt" she went on with that certain look . To be sucked and balls teased lime that was a dream, with the shower still in motion, me stood there, pushing it out for her to enjoy to the full, and did she so! I felt the need she wanted, the way she sucked and explored ever crevice below,. Complementing me on my fine stature, then more sucking like she couldn't get enough of it, Now I wanted under skirts, I told her so, she immediately disrobed to reveal a very sexy red thong and those plum red to match hold -up stockings, just right to impress and just right to tempt I thought as I started to tease her through her underwear with very teasing fingertips, getting the feel of woman I had missed so much, the lovely touch of erect nipple and the moistness of warm and very willing pussy. She whispered that the feel of me was a quintessential and I replied that in my case it was a 'cuntessential' - something that was to become a private saying between us in the weeks to come when w would be sharing each others beds for fabulous sex. For the moment we simply enjoyed touching, feeling and exploring each other between those very hot wet French kisses made all the more thrilling under the shower head with the steaming hot water smothering out togetherness, and when at last I felt her fuck standing there in the shower, her thighs so wonderfully wrapped around me to receive the deep fullness inside, I relished her so much and I was so glad that I the postman didn't deliver the package, since I had now well and truly delivered mine into Jean's post box! Quintessential Gap Lets be honest. Most guys will cherish the beauty of a well trimmed woman. All that is basically in his mind is; when the opportunity arises to see a delectable woman walking down the street or most anywhere, what would she be like? Unlike his opposite gender a bloke will put aside how pretty she looks facially and focus purely on her physical attributes. But I guess that's what makes the world go round. It just wouldn't do for opposite genders to be alike, that would destroy the mystery of attraction and that which sets the sex buds in motion. Unfortunately in some cases a guy may take his sexual urge just a little too far, forget all the emotional problems his intrusion may cause a woman and go for it willy-nilly, whether the woman wants to or not. But let's face it. Lots of woman, unwittingly or not, have no idea about how the way they may dress can create havoc in a guy's hormones. That is the way of the animal kingdom I guess but even some of those seem to pair romantically before they get it together. And I have been known to have a woman on the attraction of a nice tight bum - but of course with her consent. I am profoundly a bum man .And for me there is nothing more beautiful in life than to see the rare sight of a woman's hind with that certain something that sets my groin asunder. They come far and few between though. I browse the web for pictures and movies of girls in tight jeans but rarely am I impressed enough to take a second look and maybe do what we guys do, given the aid of lustful thoughts and fantasies. I did see a beauty of a bum in a spanking site though a few weeks ago; but unfortunately the site was scrubbed, the blonde woman, bent over to receive her punishment from her spankee was absolutely gorgeous, she was ordained with that certain quintessential gap in her crotch. Diamond shaped - it seems like the light at the end of a tunnel was glowing in between and it was really beautiful and one of my main turn-on's to be sure. Although I am not generally into spanking ,just the sight of her ass movements every time she was spanked was absolutely gorgeous. And given the opportunity and if it was me, I would have stopped the spanking and fuckd her there and then. Her pink slapped ass, quite naked, complete with that gap and just a little showing of pussy was a treat to behold. Now having found that woman I am in my element. She has the quintessential gap and more. The gap I call my diamond which Janine, my new partner, calls her Freddy's parking area, awaiting to enter the tunnel of love which I think is a beautiful way of describing it. Freddy was the3 name she called my gender. And like most guys and as said, I was first provoked by her perfect anatomy as a saw her bending over to pick up the handbag she'd dropped. But I am so happy to announce to one and all that in fact Janine's ass drew me to the rest of the woman and I just fell in love with her full package. And moreover she did with me too. So now we fuck with the perfect blend of true love and sex to which I can vow is so much better than just the physical - and even although I still gaze at women's rears I do so knowing that I have the perfect one to go home to and enjoy to my heart's content. And Janine will go to the end's of the earth top please me. For example she knows only too well how I like to see her bent across the kitchen table. Over the high arm of the settee, the edge of the bed or on the bed, having her on all fours shackled to the bed rail. All those wonderful things she does for me. I stand there in my boxers shorts and she so beautifully plays with me as I stand beside her, allowing her access to me, as I love to stroke and feel her in those skin tight blue brush jeans, bending down so I can sniff her up and tease her cuntessential, (the name we have mutually chosen ), through her jeans between her diamond. "Baby, you can slap it if you like" she says and with that video I saw online in mind, I do. Just gently and then I know it is something I enjoy after all. "A little harder" she asks squeezing my cock so delightfully. So I go for it, five on each cheek and enjoy the result watching the delightful; sway of her ass. It comes to pass as we learn more about each other that she tells me she enjoys to be spanked, and I, wanting to please her as much as she does me, and I really get to enjoy this part of our foreplay as much as she enjoys to simultaneously take me orally. The feel of her deep and so wonderful sucks and the joy of spanking and stroking her ass in tight jeans creates a real need to fuck her instantly. She knows the score: "Let me take them off for you?" But I can't wait, The aching is incessant because of her very long and pleasured deep throat sucking and I need it now, rubbing it up against her cuntessential through her jeans. My throbbing cock it in her parking place, her beautiful diamond and I can't wait, she chuckles as I rip the seam of her jeans in the centre, it is all part of our wonderful relationship, the sex can be fun too and I love to make her laugh. Realising my ordeal. She helps me by guiding my length against her, in readiness lodged in her diamond and so wanting her fuck. "You are beautiful baby but let me just taste her first?" "I thought you couldn't wait Alex? She teased grasping my cock hard. But she knows very well how I love to enjoy the taste of her cuntessential before the vital fuck, how I love to taste her nectar in my throat as I lurch forward into her, and build that awaited deep fuck to a crescendo, when we both end up utterly exhausted, stretched out on the bed, when she loves to feel another spurt of my cream dribble over her warm and firm bosom, she, squeezing her nipples smothered in my cream and driving me crazy once more as she sucks the residue off her fingers. "I love you so much my crusader" Janine whispers and to feel her finger tips teasing my chest is so soothing, she kisses and uses her tongue so expertly he we delight in a perfect deep and searing French kiss. Soon that kiss develops into something else and once more I am feeling the wonderful soothing of her mouth manipulating me. She tells me she loves cock so much and she showed it with lots and lots of very slow and deliberate sucking, her delicate fingers balling me all the time, the wonderful sound of her satisfaction ringing in my ears. I simply lay there to enjoy her enjoying me to the full. Soon I know she will so delightfully smother me and I will be quintessentially cunitisentially face fucked, loving so much to hear her cum as I hold my breath for her final move into my face, dripping now, down to me neck as I cherish the tease of her anus, her cunitissential well gratified. This is real loving and I am with the most perfect woman in the world. I intend to fuck her ass I do, nut all in good time. It is something I want to do to make our bonding even more perfect and I start to tease her by gently rimming my small finger around it and hearing her response Her ass is just made to be fucked I feel that. And I feel that maybe soon she will relent. The signs are there but I don't want to spoil it all and spoil it. And it is not just the feel good aspect of the ass fuck but more too. It will complete the first feeling I had to fuck her ass but the fun is working up to is, and there is always the mystery she will not go for it. I think she will maybe, the way she starts to react and she seems to enjoy me licking her there. Another place to conquer, to experience the delight of Janine's ass fuck toth4e full.. Meanwhile she has taken my cock again and it wont be long the way she is going, when it cums in her mouth. And she will enjoy that as always she does. And I will perceive the joy of simply letting myself go and watch her swallow me with so much love and joy, Now if you will excuse me on this occasion, because I am sinking into that mysterious and wonderful place called heaven on earth as she takes me to the full.... Quintessential Toy Boy I couldn't help it if Janice fancied meIt was simple her prerogative, not mineBut it seems what is to be will beAnd now it is all Janice, roses and wine . "I want you all the time. I think you know that by now Pete Whether it is just the way you look or you as person I don't know, but all I do know is, when I see you I want to take you to my bedroom, close the curtains and do such carnal things." But I was not complaining. She was a lot older than me but I really liked the way she sexed. And the thing is, she really enjoys herself which, she is the first to admit, is good for mind and body. She grinds like a clamp riding over me, she sucks like there is no tomorrow and she fucks like it is the last thing she does before she dies. Not as th0ugh she is that old. Don't get me wrong, that was just a figure of speech. Talking of figures, you should see hers, for a forty six year old she has it all. She is the proud possessor of a nice sexy slim appendage, a great cuddly bosom and a really tight ass, which fits her slim jeans perfectly. The sort of bum you may like to slap a little for good stead, she is the first to admit she loves a little spanking so long as I am not too rough with her and readily bends over my knee for her regular punishment - but that is on the understanding that she can suck the cock off of me, and that is what it feels like sometimes. She can hold it there for yonks and dip it deep into her throat, how she does that I don't know but she has it off to a 'T'. She loves to explore and experiment. She calls me her quintessential toy boy supreme. We can just chill and try anything we would like to try, some things work, others don't but how are you gonna know if you didn't try. I never thought the yellow rain idea was going to work anyway, I never liked the idea but Janice said to try, that we would never know if we didn't. We both stood in the shower so as not to make too much mess and I took it upon me head, with a full erection, to pee over her breasts, Result was she didn't go for it and neither did I, but it was fun trying (well sort of.) It was one of those things one thought it best to try, just to see what those kinky people who do it all the time, might get out of it. But we had aplenty more experimenting to do and already we had stored a lot of things we loved to do with each other. I tell you what though, the roses and wine bit is really stimulating, and she mentally and physically goes for the rose petal treatment and provides me with the most wonderful deep and sensual fucking afterwards. She says it brings out the real woman inside especially when I tease he by dropping the rose petals over her scantily clad bountiful body and then gentle sprinkle her with red cherry wine, She absolutely adores that as much as I enjoy her smothering my cock and balls with honey and licking it all up, That's so much a turn on and by the time she has done I have a cock like a rhinoceros and have problems holding back whilst she's intent on sucking up the last drop of honey. "I think that'll do" she says mischievously looking at my throbbing ejection. She knows exactly what she is about and how to get thee very best out of me, She tells me she has never been with a guy so big and reckons on whoever said that size didn't matter has a no idea at all of just what a one like mine can do for a woman. She's the one who has the last word when it comes to how we shall fuck. You can bet your life on if I want it doggy she wants to be on top but I don't complain, her years have given her loads of experience and she know just how to lease a guy like me, who is very, very red blooded and dangerously sexy. But she is content with my style of fucking, so long as she gets her fill of my cock first, she adores her oral and so do I. It is good when we do it simultaneously, but the only trouble with that, the feeling you get from your woman sucking you takes away the sensuality you get sucking her. So now we try to coordinate separately and it is usually she has sucked me off before I start on her. We end up in such a mess that it has to be shower time and yes, another fucking afterwards. The mess of sex is gross, but when you are into it, divine - simply to feel her wetness soaking your face, a message indeed saying to fuck her as soon as possible And that was just for starters, our first meet. Wonder how the next time will be? Watch this space. Quintessentially Danny Who was more surprised than I when Danny sent me a text asking for a meet to renew our friendship. Our relationship had been much more than that and I was devastated when he failed a year ago to keep a regular date to visit me at my place. It wasn't the first time he'd dumped me either, the first being for a black guy who he gave up because he didn't like his beard of all things! I excused him on that occasion because, although I was mad with him, I still ached for him and he was a hard act to follow both physically, because he was that alright! but also as a personality too who always had a great sense of humour But this time I didn't feel so obliging, Danny had really let me down badly by not turning up and failing to let me know why. When he did not arrive at his usual time, I phoned him and he said he was on his way. Which was all the more frustrating when he didn't arrive because I was all fixed up for his pleasure, the way he liked me in skin -tight brush jeans and tight red briefs all in red, because he said I always looked the flavour of the month in them and boy! Did he enjoy the flavor. There was I looking out of my bedroom window where I could see his motor arrive, imagining in anticipation the feel of him inside and his sniff up my ass, and how he'd spanked me over his knee, still in my jeans. Something I had begun to enjoy simply because of the sexual ardour between us and the lovely way he massaged me with coconut oil afterwards, to ease the sting which, in so doing, soon changed into a wonderful soothing numbness which certainly enhanced his fuck. That and his beautiful defined attention to my ass which was really a big turn on, I simply chilled; laid back and watched him enjoy me, like he wanted me to sit on his face, the feeling was nice and he took so much time sucking and licking me I was concerned he would be out of breath, with his face enclosed by my ass cheeks, but he could go for about six minutes down under, by which time I was well ready and ripe for his fuck. But be that as it may, the sod didn't turn up and I was utterly frustrated, eventually having to resort to the anal vibrator Danny had used in the early days to initiate me open me up. But it could never be the same as the feel of Danny's stiff flexi cock in me.. I texted him to ask what had happened. No reply. So I phoned him, no reply. I was thinking why did he tell me he was on the way if he aimed not to come. Maybe he had been involved in a road accident or something? But there were no such reports the following day and although I tried several times to contact him it was to no avail. Eventually I gave him up knowing he would be a hard act to follow, and besides, I had grown quite fond of him so it was more than just the physical with us, At least I thought so and I thought he did too. But weeks went by and still no reply so I took up an invitation with another guy called John. But although he was a nice guy and we had some marvelous fun together, it could never be with the same as it was with Danny. Those idiosyncrasies of his which always geared me up for the most delightful intimate sharing with him, and putting it quite candidly; John could never compete with the sheer size and quality of Danny; even the scent and taste which just failed to turn me on the way it did with Danny, when I was really frenzied to let myself go in every way, until we smelt and tasted of each other. With John unfortunately, although he seemed pleased enough, it was just a quick oral followed the obligatory fuck, and he could never get a full penetration the way sweet Danny did. But for my part beggars cannot be choosers and I consoled myself that maybe it could become better in time. But now that Danny had texted me I was in a state of confusion, having felt so badly by he way he treated me, just giving me up without rhyme or reason -and yet the yearning inside me still prompted me to reply and accept for him to come and see me again, but I would want to know just why he dumped me like that. Else there could be not re-establishing our relationship, no way - twice bitten three times shy and I was determined. But soon there he was; standing in my doorway looking as wonderful as ever, with that stiff residence in his jeans that always stood out when he arrived at my place, as if in anticipation - but for my part he could take that out of his mind because I wasn't there just for the bidding. But I could not deny the same old arousal was there. When I asked him in and we shared coffee on the sofa, he was full of apologies. "Was it the black guy again," I asked reticently "did you get used to his beard?" I was being sarcastic. "I just want to know why you didn't turn up last time, when you said you were on the way, and it had better be good if you want to be with me again, Danny." He looked at me full of woe -so much so that I felt my heart softening; "Why the bloody hell did you spoil it all?" I asked. He said that he stopped at a local shop just up the road from where I live, to pick up some ribbed condoms; "You know Pete- the ones you like. But I saw this woman with a young kid - who had parked her car just in front of mine outside the shop. I thought she looked familiar and it turned out to be my ex. Remember I told you how I had divorced Janine because we could no longer have good sex, because I had found you. Well it was her. We chatted for a while and seeing the kid I asked if she was with another. But she said the kid was mine. I don't know if you will understand but I just could not keep our date, I was so flabbergasted that there was my daughter and because of that, we agreed to give it another go, Janine and I- and I just couldn't bring myself around to tell you." "Are you still with Janine then Danny?" "No we had to break up for good, it wasn't fair on Janine or my daughter, she has now married a guy and I have had to accept that the best thing for the kid was to be with her mother. At least she said I can still go and see my daughter occasionally; so I settled for that. And anyway I don't think I ever properly gratified Janine's sexual turbulence, she is a high sexed girl and all the time my thoughts were with you. I do hope you forgive me Pete, else I will feel shattered and gutted" "How do you think I felt, Danny when you didn't turn up?" He sided up to me saying he was so sorry, but he would never let me down again, because he knew I was a the only one. "I still look at the video you gave me last time we met. Every time I looked at it I thought of us and how wonderful it was, I could actually feel you doing that when you sucked me on the edge of the rocking chair - which was delightfully easing with the back and forward rocking as you sucked me to heaven. It was so lovely Pete and being able to see you doing it to me was always a wonderful prompter for a good stiff wank, do you mind. I have to tell you because that is how important you are to me?" "More like the cock sucking, Danny?" I still felt bitter. But tears ran down his cheeks and he told me emphatically that he wanted me for everything, that's how he felt . I was lost for words. Could I really trust him a third time? In my heart I wanted him so badly. I empathized for him, sitting there and looking so sad and forlorn. I simply had to relent to my true feelings, that I still loved him, and his reasoning for letting me down seemed feasible enough. "Well I had better go change into my Danny gear hadn't I Danny?" That was the stuff I wore every ti8me he called. His face lightened and a abroad smile appeared, we were one again and when I dug out my tight red skin-tight jeans and briefs from my trunk under the bed, the gear thought I'd never use again but kept it in hope. But I was struggling to pull them up, I had put on a little weight without knowing and there was Danny peeping through the slightly opened bedroom door, smiling at my difficulty but with that certain look that made me melt. "Let me help you Pete!" he said and of course I agreed. It was like old times, wonderful and stimulating, all the more so as my jeans were tighter than ever, it felt they were splitting me in half as finally Danny tighten the buckle and fastened it. I felt I could hardly walk but that didn't matter, we weren't going anywhere. He looked at me with that pretend scornful stare and I knew what he was about, and I felt complete again. "Over my knee!" He demanded and I was soon there for him, spread steeply to give my rear the best prominence which he adored - and as he started to slap and feel he said the punishment was because I had put on weight. As if he ever needed an excuse for spanking me. But it sealed out relationship and feeling the pangs of his slaps, hearing his grunts of approval; I knew once more I was all ass for him and anything else he wanted me to be. And it was divine. Sweet, sweet Danny was back again and I was about to give him all the pampering I could. With my fresh spanked ass still tingling I enjoyed the feel of his strong hand separating my cheeks and anointing me with oil. Just the feel of his fingers rimming and stretching me was the indication that he still wanted me as before. It was heaven and I was again in my element with Danny. "You are delightful Pete" he said. "It is so good to be with you again, if only you knew. I have missed this so very much" "I have too Danny. You must never leave me again promise?" "I felt two fingers deep inside me and it was as if the promise was verified, when he said he would promise. His fuck was so beautiful then, just to feel his prominence inside me again was something I thought had gone forever, and the feel of it could never be matched with John. I told him about John and he asked me if I would still be seeing him. "Maybe I will, he has been a great comfort you see since you left me, just now and again. Like maybe you would like a threesome. I know you mentioned it once when we were deep in a fuck, Danny?" "I would like that but for now let me just enjoy you to the full Huh. We have a lot of catching up to do right?" "Right!" I replied and I started to feel him, that gorgeous feel of seven and a half inch primed fresh fucked cock reeling to my squeeze. I rubbed the scent of it in my palm onto my face. There was nothing to compare with the sheer nectar of Danny, and the taste too as I relished him deep in my mouth. He said it was so good to feel that again; "You remember you told me that the next time we met you'd suck me off the whole way?" I said I remembered. It had taken a time for me to work on that, the thought of him ejaculating in my mouth. The last time, in the video recording, he had warned me he was coming and I pulled my mouth away just as he spurted all over my face. I remembered the warmth of his spunk dripping down. It was an experience I never forgot, all the time we had been apart - it was something very special and intimate. But now I was ready to go the whole hog. He'd dressed and undressed me after the spanking and I felt the full intensity of his fuck. It was all so wonderful to be undressed by Danny again, it was part of our togetherness and gave me a real feeling of being wanted. Now I was ready to really swallow all that was Danny.. I would pamper him and show him just how much he means to me. The sheer thrill of his stiffness moving in my throat pressed me to take him complete and I guess he knew that. He laid back for me as I kneeled between his thighs, he on the rocking chair again and video camera in position. I was soon in a deep trance, the feel of his cock soothing my being, it was so lovely to smell and taste Danny again, the body chemistry was something that John could never equal. I made a meal of it, sucking his red knob, stretching back his foreskin to find his p-hole, to lick suck and taste to my pleasure to the full, sucking him slow and deep as I felt the beating grow strong again, and I knew soon he would be ready to cum and at last would know how it was to swallow Danny. I wanted that now, I was well and truly ready and with that in mind I started to wank him into my mouth knowing it wouldn't be long now. I could feel the throb in the girth grow stronger and stronger. He yelled he was coming and I responded with deeper and harder sucks. He was in a complete frenzy; his whole e being was shuddering as he came to the climax. I felt the spurt inside my mouth, and relished the sensation of the warm sticky fluid fill my mouth, and overflowing down my chin. Danny breathing very hard then edged back. Taking hold of his cock and rubbing it across my face he watched me swallow. It was another special experience to announce our renewed relationship and I wanted everything we did to be continued. I felt his fuck again inside me later after he'd taken his oral of me. I cannot explain just how good and wonderful that is but all I know is that to be in love with the most wonderful guy in the world for me is quintessential. Quintessentially You It's hardly a seduction. There is no pretense, no expectations, no lame attempts at flattery. We both know how it will end and for some reason, we're both fine with that tonight. It's a need, not just to be gratified sexually, a fuck-and-run so to speak. It's a need to feel fulfilled, to feel wholesome and....normal; Happy, even for an evening. A phone call sends you running out the door and into the passenger seat. I wait until you buckle your seatbelt because...well, I guess I'm safety conscious like that. It may seem boring, sure. But really, it's just one of those things that make me "Quintessentially Brian". It's not a long drive, so I try to stretch it out a bit. The air is seasonably warm and clear, the last chill of winter clinging desperately to the inevitable spring. People are still outside, going to class, returning from work, playing hockey in the streets, all very normal. We seem invisible, and right now that's just what we want to be. Like I said before, there are no pretensions. Dinner isn't five star...it's not even two star. You're lucky they get an "A" rating from the county health inspector, which is the last time "health" had anything to do with this greasy burger stand. The food is great and the conversation better. I listen to your stories about your family at home, how good it was to see them again and how insane they are. Everyone has crazy parents, right? We talk for a while about life and its frustrations, dancing around the issue of sex for nearly an hour before flirting with it. After all the tables around us have filled and emptied at least twice, we rise and make for the parking lot. The sun is beginning to set by the time we pull into the theater, barely in time to make the movie. Personally, I can't stand the film...it's contrived and over acted. And you secretly agree, though you keep that opinion to yourself. I guess I'm more of a vocal movie critic. The sun is under the horizon when we emerge from the theater, turning left and walking to the ice cream parlor. We get it to go, driving away from town at a good speed in silence. The houses start disappearing and soon we're driving uphill, banking turns at just a little over what the road sign says we should be. You have no idea where we're going, but I do and I laugh over your suggestions that I'm going to dump your body in the woods. Just the opposite... By the time we're there, the stars are out overhead. There's not much light here, on the other side of the hills, just a small town a few miles to the west. About halfway up the mountain, I turn off the highway down a service road, now abandoned in the spring. Passing the bend, we come out to a turn out and I pull over. The view is amazing, above the trees, and there is nothing but starlight to see by. You remember reading Tolkien's Simarillion in school, how the Elves awoke before the sun and forever adored and worshiped the starlight. And it's easy to see why now, once your eyes have adjusted to the darkness. You're amazed that you can see so many stars up here, this close to town. I startle you when I take you by the elbow and lead you up a large rock, jutting out from the side of the mountain. I tell you not to get too close to the edge, because it's a 40 foot fall, and a few thousand foot roll down to sea level. For several long minutes we sit, staring, thinking, each knowing and each afraid, each wanting to but neither willing to. Finally, I lean in and without a word, I stroke you cheek. I smile at you and you can't help but smile back. Silently we kiss lips to lips and soon, tongue to tongue. Your mouth is warm and wet, your lips soft from flavored gloss. My hand finds your thigh, squeezing a little, must mostly fondling up and down, my fingertips massaging your kneecap making you giggle and squeal around our kiss. I move my way up, to your stomach, then around your waist with the palm of my hand, starting to nibble and tug on your lips before I slide my cheek over to lick your earlobe. You sigh and moan softly as my hand slides up and over a clothed breast, coming to rest on your shoulder. I have you pinned to me know, your eyes closed and lips pursed while I whisper to you how glad I am we're doing this tonight and how good it is to see you smile. I get up and lead you by the hand back to the car. The rock is a nice place to make out, but it's hardly a spot to make love. I lift you up and onto the hood. You nearly slip off, but I hold you in place while you get your grip. Standing in front of you, I kiss and nibble your neck, moving down to your collar. I bite it, probably a little harder than I should, just to show you that I want to devour you. I unbutton your blouse, surprised to find a lacy red-black bra underneath. It drives me crazy to hear you gasp and grab my head as my lips slide down between your breasts, my hands untucking your shirt before fumbling with the clasp behind you. I pull your arms out of your blouse, practically rip off your bra and discard it on the hood, revealing your large, perfect breasts. I lean down to take one into my mouth, sucking in as much as I can and teasing your nipple with my tongue. My lips move in, letting more and more of your breast out, until I zero in on your nipple and rub it with my whole mouth. I repeat the procedure on the other side, lingering longer...licking, sucking, nibbling, nuzzling that soft underside that men always seem to miss. This time, as I suck, I caress your thighs with the backside of my hand, warming your crotch up for the eventuality of my going down on you. I undo your skirt and slide it down to your ankles. My mouth makes little kisses down your belly until my nose nuzzles your mound, taking in the smells of an extremely aroused woman. I moan again, an approving exhalation of your perfect pussy, before spreading your lips apart and taking my first lick. I start at the base, just above your ass and work my way up slowly licking the outside of those smooth lips once, twice and a third time. The fourth time, my tongue slides in between them, probing your slit and feeling you thrust and writhe your hips beneath me. Maybe it's my beard tickling you, or maybe its anticipation, but you can't sit still. I dance over you dripping pussy with my tongue and my mouth, sliding two fingers in to rub forward hard into your G-Spot, making you buck forward and nearly lose your balance. Your hands find the back of my head and you grind me into you, nearly suffocating me in your sweet sex. The waves of your first orgasm shoot across my face and I don't stop licking until you scream for me to. You sit and twitch, your whole body convulsing, your eyes fluttering. I raise myself and kiss you, letting you taste yourself on my lips and tongue, while we both undo my shirt, then my belt and slacks... I grab a blanket from the trunk and toss it on the ground. You cautiously walk to it and then lay on your back, your stomach full of anticipation and fear. In the pale starlight, you can see me coming toward you. You can see my hardness rise in eagerness and the sight makes you lick your lips and spread your thighs.... I settle on top of you, holding myself over you, kissing you softly while my stiff cock slides up underneath you. "Will you let me make love to you?" I ask. You smile and nod enthusiastically. "Yes, you may." I slide myself into you slowly, so as not to hurt you though you're pussy is so wet that there is little danger of that. I can feel your breasts on my chest, your hands scraping nails down my back. Once I'm all the way inside you, a sigh of relief leaves your lips, an open-mouth sigh as you look up into my eyes and beg me silently. I pivot and rock my hips, pressing myself in and out of you. As the motion gets smoother, my shaft becomes slicker, covered in your smooth sex, allowing me to go faster. I lift your legs around my waist, locking me into you, my balls slapping the sensitive skin of your ass, my legs putting pressure on your pelvis... My hands massage your breasts now, kneading them. Occasionally, I'll play with your nipple, but as I start to slam into you harder and faster, lifting you up off your ass, I need them for leverage. I hear your breathing become erratic. Being filled is a uniquely feminine experience, being whole and complete in a way you've never felt before. You never even realized what was missing. You reach down and rub your clit, your voice getting higher and higher until you're gasping for air. You're about to explode, but you hold off until you feel me tensing... I moan loudly, echoing off the mountain side. You feel yourself going over the edge, unable to breath, your face red and your eyes huge, and you climax just as you feel the first spurt of warm cum shoot out and land deep inside you. I coat your cervix with myself, load after load, until I'm spent and the rest comes drizzling out of me. I stay inside you, breathless, my eyes locked on yours. You have drained every last drop of cum from me. Not bad for a first time. When I finally do pull out of you, the sensation of your after shocking orgasms is almost too much for your weakened state. I lay beside you and you curl up next to me in the warm spring night, running your hand down my chest, resting your head on my arm and I caress your bare back. You feel the cum slowly ooze out of your pussy and onto your leg. You'll leave it be, for now. "Thank you for letting me be your first." I kiss you gently, before you drift off to sleep. You know that soon, you'll have to get up, get dressed and say goodnight back at your doorstep. But for now, all you need is the starlight and me.