Story 3: The Night

It began with the night.

The night was cool and the sky was deep and bright.  The stars were absent, overshadowed by the luminous moon hanging above them.   He’d suggested a moonlit walk by the river, in hopes that they would have more time to get to know one another and have a bit of privacy, as well.   She had no choice but to agree.  She wanted him so badly.  After the first time, she could not stop thinking of his body, his hands, his touch.

As they walk along the cobbled path, he stops at every single street light to face her.  To kiss her.  To say that she is beautiful.  To press his body into hers and gently rub her nipples on the outside of her dress.   This constant pausing every few feet has caused her nipples to feel so sensitive that each touch is like one step to an orgasm.  She wishes she had the courage to tell him, “Keep touching me.  Don’t stop.  Rub me. Bite me.  Lick me.”  But, she can’t.  She’s not used to asking for what she wants.

After a few minutes, they stop and stand side by side at the low rock wall.  He reaches for her hand.  Her hand is quite cold and his feels warm and comforting.   Marie is a tactile person, as well as a lover of words, and this simple touch does more than just warm her hand.  While they gaze at the rushing water and feel the timid breeze against their backs, she is fantasizing.  Her mind is like the rushing water, quickly flowing from one sexual thought to another, until she can hear the blood pounding in her ears and her body quivering with desire.

He surprises her by taking her small, cold hands and bringing them to his mouth, blowing on them with his steamy breath. While he warms her hands, he whispers to her,  “Look at me.  Let me see your eyes.”   She raises her head slightly to meet his gaze.  Normally, she is an outgoing and social person, but (with him) she is embarrassed and shy, anxious that he might be able to read her thoughts.  He may see the need and desire in her eyes and it scares her.  She is afraid of being rejected.  

When he looks at her with those soulful eyes of his, she forgets to be frightened.  She sees his desire as well.  His face is intent and serious and her heart begins to race.  He takes both of her hands in one of his and uses the other to slowly unbuckle his belt.  All the time, he is looking directly at her.  Almost challenging her to pull her hands away.  Marie doesn’t move a muscle.  She can hardly breathe.

Then, he takes one of her hands and guides it to his zipper.  Together, they pull it down...so slowly...achingly slow...and it’s like torture.  She can feel herself losing control.  Before she can take another breath, he pushes her hand down, past the elastic of his shorts to his hot, rigid cock.  She can’t look at him anymore.  All of her concentration is on his cock.  She moves her fingers around it, holding it gently and then squeezing a little.  He groans and presses his face to her neck.  She suddenly feels the urge to kneel down in front of him, but he resists.  

So, instead, she uses her fingers to rub his cock from the base to tip, softly stroking it...up and then down...as he begins to move his lips along the side of her neck.  Marie can feel herself getting wet, aching for his cock to fill her up.  As her fingers travel upwards, she can feel HIS wetness - slippery and warm.  She uses it to rub him with more intensity and wishes that he was inside of her mouth.  She longs to lick the head of his cock.

As her hand moves carefully and deliberately over him, he kisses her.  Hard, strong kisses.  Opening her mouth with his tongue and softly tasting her lips.  Marie feels desperate for him to fuck her.  She can’t stop herself from making little moaning noises and whimpers of frustration.  She grabs the sides of his jeans and begs him, “Please.  Please.”  

They take a few steps back and she lifts herself onto the stone wall, opening her legs to him.  Even with the fabric of her panties and his shorts between them, she can feel his urgency, his hard cock straining towards her.   He continues to move his hips and she continues to try to pull him in.  The two forces of resistance and need fight each other, creating an intoxicating build up of arousal.

She thinks, ‘I want you inside me.  I need you.  Please read my mind.  Can’t you see how much I want you?’  

Perhaps he’s read her thoughts or has no desire to wait himself.  But, a moment later, he takes her off of the wall, grabs her hand and says, “I can’t wait any longer.”

He leads her along the path, past the bright lights, the city noises and the white, rushing sounds of the river.  They walk further and further along and, with each step, she can feel her panties becoming soaked with her wetness.  Marie is desperate for him.  Willing to beg him for the feeling of filling her pussy and her warm mouth.

At last, they reach the end of the pavement - the rhythmic lapping of the water the only sound besides their breathing.  The spot is secluded and dark, even the moon’s light is hidden by the skeletal tree branches that resemble long, black arms reaching for each other over the pathway.  He stands in front of her, his back to the water, facing her.  She shivers.  She’s suddenly a bit uneasy and at the breaking point of her desire.  

All of a sudden, he drops to one knee and lifts her dress up to her waist.  Her first instinct is to push her dress back down and protest, but he gives her no choice.  With his fingers, he pulls her panties aside and starts to lick her.   Marie suddenly realizes that she’s standing in the middle of the road, at night, with the man that she desires - and he’s pleasuring her softly, with muffled sounds of enjoyment - and she is delirious with happiness.   She closes her eyes and enjoys every second, not caring if she cries out as she cums hard for him.  Her legs shake and she grabs her breasts as she finishes.

As he stands back up, Marie reaches for his face, kissing him sweetly on the lips while his arms circle around her protectively and he asks, “You okay?”  She can only nod and smile at him.   Her words have disappeared completely - they have abandoned her for  the world of logic while she is languishing in the world of sensation and gratification.

He takes her by waist and lowers her down onto the ground.  Concerned, he says, “I wish I had a blanket for you...” and she shakes her head, not caring anymore where she is, as long as he will be inside of her.  She’s oblivious to the leaves, rocks and sticks in her back as she lays on the ground, reaching out for him.

As he lowers himself on top of her, Marie notices that she can only see his silhouette.  His features are dark and hidden, as if a shadow is entering her body, gentle and deliberate.  He fucks her slowly and deeply, looking at her face with each thrust.  She loses herself in feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her, opening her up and making her cum again and again...easily and quickly.

He begins moving faster, driving his erection deeper and more urgently into her pussy.  She lifts her head off the ground and cries out at the feeling of his cock burying inside of her.  The fucking continues for countless minutes until, suddenly, he stops.  His breath is  ragged as he rests.  She hears him groan softly as he pulls his cock from her.  She is bewildered at first, but soon understands as he lowers himself to the ground on his back.

Without saying a word, she gets up and kneels on the hard, uncomfortable ground between his legs.  His cock is glistening and stiff...incredibly inviting.  She uses one hand to push her dark hair away from her face and then she lowers her lips around it.  She can taste herself on him and it only heightens her arousal.   She enjoys every second of licking him, stroking him and the feel of him filling her mouth.  After a few moments, she can feel his legs stiffen and, in a strangled voice, he says, “Oh, yes, I’m going to cum.”   As soon as the words come out of his mouth, her mouth is filled with warmth and fluid.  She can hear him let out a long sigh, as she continues to stroke him gently after swallowing.   He touches her hair and whispers, “It’s okay, baby, you can stop.”  She wishes she didn’t have stop and kisses his hardness one more time.

Marie tries to stand, but her back aches from leaning over and her legs wobble like a baby deer.  He reaches for her and helps her to stand, enveloping her in his strong arms.  He kisses her forehead, her lips, her breasts.  He takes her hand and leads her away from the water’s edge, leaving her mind free to return and her body sated and unimaginably alive.