Play Date

We begin the day together with a drive down the coast at about mid-day. The windows are opened a little to let the sea air in, and after a while we stop at an open place to watch the waves crash over the rocks. The sun is bright and the air is cool and crisp, and the moisture from the ocean is fragrant and refreshing on the light breeze. I get out of the car and pull three bags from the trunk, and get back in again. Out of the first bag, I draw a baguette of sourdough bread, a packet of mozzarella cheese, and a packet of deli-sliced smoked ham. From the second bag, I pull a bottle of sparkling Martinelli’s cranberry-apple juice, and two large plastic cups. The third bag is a small, boxy canvas overnight, and I place it in the back seat.

I make us each a sandwich - yours with bread, ham and cheese, and mine with bread and ham only - and we sit and slowly eat together as we watch the ocean’s rhythmic patterns. The juice is at the same time both tart and sweet, and it tickles the tongue with its bubbles, and the sandwiches are tasty and filling without being heavy inside our bodies.

As we take our last bites, I raise my hand to the side of your face and run the backs of my fingers gently over the skin of your cheek and the lobe of your ear and your neck, and I slip my fingers into your hair for a moment before stroking your cheek again and trailing my hand down over your shoulder and across the outer curve of your left breast. You relax even further at my touch, and you turn toward me and lean in to snuggle against me, and you place your right hand on my left thigh as my arm snakes around you and my fingertips trace an invisible line back and forth between your breasts, never yet touching either of your nipples but coming teasingly closer with each pass. You reach to take a last sip of the juice and then your hand returns to my thigh, higher up and closer to the evidence of my passion. Then, as my fingertips touch very lightly over the edges of your puffy areoles and brush against your firm nipples, you move your hand over my swelling flesh and press gently from side to side as you cup and massage it. I reach to open the buttons of your soft cotton blouse, and I find your silky tits fully naked beneath, and keenly arched for my caresses.

I cradle your right breast in my left hand and work the nipple tenderly between my thumb and the side of my forefinger as our mouths find each other and our tongues lap and taunt and play deliciously upon each other. As you fondle my now rigid cock even more eagerly through the cloth of my jeans, you turn further toward me and lift your left calf sideways onto the seat so that your ankle rests against the seat’s edge and your thighs are parted beneath your knee-length cotton skirt. My lips move from yours and kiss heavily over the side of your neck to nibble firmly at your collarbone, and you know at that moment that you want me inside you here and now. Seeming to sense your heightened desire, I slide my seat all the way back and tip the back all the way down, and then move over you to do the same on your side, to give us each room to move. I close up the windows so that their dark tint keeps our devoted lust secreted from the eyes of any passersby, and I’ve parked so as to bring the front of the car almost to the edge between two boulders to keep anyone from walking in front of the un-tinted windshield.

Your fingers find the buckle of my belt, and undo it, before loosing the brass button and the zipper, and in a moment my hard length is free and standing at attention for your inspection. As you bend over me, placing your left knee against the fold of the seat and your right foot on the floorboard and straddling your seat, the light scent of oak moss rises from the moist warmth of my freshly washed loins. Bracing your left forearm against the center console, you very slowly and deliberately take my prick in your right hand and bend to cloak my swollen crown with your moist lips, and you hear a rush of air enter my body as I draw a deep breath and then exhale it gradually through my teeth in a quiet hiss of pleasure. You tilt it back toward my belly and turn your head toward me to gaze hotly up into my eyes with an expression of naughty innocence as you lick leisurely up the shaft from my base all the way up to my frenulum, and then turn downward again as you take the whole length inch by inch until I’m arching into your throat and uttering a growl of heated yearning. My left hand caresses your cheeks and brushes your hair behind your ears as my right searches under the hem of your skirt to and beneath the elastic of your panties to touch your hidden need.

As you plunge gently and rhythmically down over my firm shank, licking artfully in circles around and underneath the glistening purplish head at the top of each stroke, my fingers nimbly tease up your luscious little blossom until it flows hotly with your slick nectar and I slip first one finger, then two, very slowly all the way inside you, curling the tips up against the top of the inside and pulling tenderly but strongly against the roof of your threshold, before slipping gradually out and drawing the length of my slippery fingers up across your swollen little pink pearl. I can hear and feel you voicing your passion as the vibration of your moans at once reaches both my raging prick and my ears, and my breath is hot and heavy as I curl my body and raise my head over yours. I then place the fingers of my left hand beneath your chin and lift your eyes to mine, and in one motion we move together as I slide under you into your seat and you place one knee on the console and one on the armrest of the door and brace your right hand against the shoulder of the seat, as you straddle my cock still wet from your hot mouth as it stands beneath your soaked and throbbing sex. I pull out a condom and quickly roll it down my shaft, and then tease the swollen head against your dripping opening as my gaze blazes into yours.

You pull your skirt up so we can both watch as our most tender flesh finally meets, and as you very tensely lower your eager body down onto me, you savor the sight of my fully hard prick between your spread thighs as the crown slowly parts your folds and slips inside your entrance, and my hands are on both of your tits, fondling them heavily as you sink down even further to completely impale your sweetly trembling belly on my unyielding spear. Feeling your folds stretch and spread around my hilt, you grind your clit firmly down against my pelvic bone before rising up again so that my tip rests just within your body, and then begin another restrained descent with your luxurious sex down over my raging cock.

Our mouths find each other again, and our tongues converse wantonly in breathless silence as you hungrily fuck my prick, and you feel every contour and every vein through the thin sheath as you move with a delicate and shameless abandon over the rising thrusts of my eagerly penetrating shaft as I arch up to fill the tight wet depths of your hot little pussy. Your lips part from mine as your breath grows even deeper and you feel that lust building to a peak in your belly, and your closed eyes turn upward inside your head and you cry out and pant heatedly and then seize up as I arch up into you and your whole being slips into a fierce wave of sensual ecstasy that floods you completely and drives you into mindless convulsions as you buck and writhe upon my urgently thrusting body, and my body jerks and shakes beneath you and I howl and groan as you feel my prick flexing deep inside you and pumps my white hot seed out into the thin sheath within your quivering body.

You collapse down upon me and my arms encircle you in a tender and reassuring embrace, and we lay there against each other hidden behind the fogged and tinted glass. After a long moment of bliss, you lift yourself and I pull reluctantly out of your deliciousness and slip into my seat, before removing the sheath and knotting the opening, wrapping it in a napkin and slipping it into the wastebasket behind the seat. I pull out several moist wipes and hand you a few, and we tidy ourselves up and tug our clothes into place. I open the windows and the cool breeze wafts its salty freshness around our utterly relaxed forms as we snuggle and caress and delight in our shared and sated pleasure.

After a few minutes, I kiss you gently on the forehead and on the lips, and I move to start the car and stow the food, and we continue our journey down the seashore. As the coastal road passes beneath us, your curiosity about the third bag on the back seat finally gets the better of you, and when you ask about it, I grin licentiously and tell you to bring it up front and open it. You reach back and draw it forward, and find the tab of the zipper at one corner. Opening it, you find several clear plastic Ziploc bags, the top one seems to have two cylindrical objects wrapped in a clean and dry washcloth. You remove the objects and unwrap them and find that they are two freshly washed vibrating dildos – one is a pliable gel toy about seven inches long with a contoured length and a definite cockhead crown tip, the other is a silky smooth, thick bodied vibe of hard plastic about the same length.

Hearing you ask me just what I plan on doing with them, I reverse the question and ask what you would like to do with them yourself while we drive to our hotel room, and I glance suggestively downward toward your fluttering skirt and back up to your eyes again with a lascivious grin, before turning my attention back to the road. Finding yourself quite satisfied but yet still welcoming the idea of allowing yourself much more pleasure, you decide to see just how hot you can get us both without letting yourself cum again until I’m inside you once more.

Playfully instructing me to keep well away from any tall vehicles from which you might be seen, you hike your skirt up all the way and set your right foot on the dash, and as you turn the switch on the hard plastic one, you discover that the fresh batteries inside it deliver a surprisingly powerful buzz. You gingerly lower it between your thighs and touch it to your folds, gasping at the intensity of the feeling. You look around, and then over at me with a very naughty expression, before taking the length of the other one in your mouth and wetting its pliable gel length, and then you turn its somewhat more subtle vibration on and you lower it between your thighs and slip it slowly all the way up inside your freshly wet tightness as you lightly tease the other one’s potent vibration over your little button. You feel a fierce surge of lust overtaking you as you openly masturbate in front of me, and you resolve to make yourself so much the wayward trollop for me, and make me want you so badly, that I take you as soon as the room door closes.

You can see that my cock is hard again inside my jeans from watching you, and I force myself to pay sufficient attention to the highway ahead to keep us out of danger and keep your deliciously beautiful play unobserved by strangers as we leave the coast and drive inland. Now and again I reach over to fondle your breasts and stroke your hair as you plunge that gel toy unhurriedly in and out of your drenched and aching pussy and buzz that hard little pearl between your folds. As you get yourself hotter and hotter, part of you wants to tease me even more by cumming in front of me right then and there, but you find that the stronger part of you is relishing this dulcet hunger and wanting to prolong the desire for release until it’s unbearable for us both.

At last, we exit the freeway and the hotel is soon ahead on the right. I pull in and, with some difficulty, and a badly concealed stiffness, walk toward the office and get our keycard. I return to the car and kiss you full on the mouth, reaching down and taking the end of the gel toy from you and jiggling it rapidly in and out just a little ways as my tongue probes against yours. You moan and break from my lips and tell me to stop or your going to cum, and you want my cock in you when you cum. I plop myself into my seat and drive immediately to our room, and then I take the toy from your depths and lick your nectar from it like it’s the tastiest Popsicle I’ve ever had. I take the other one too and wrap them both in a towel before grabbing the overnight bag as you get yourself out, and then locking the doors and heading to the room door to open it for you.

The door closes soundly behind us and my arms are instantly around you. Your hands are again at my belt and I pull the bedclothes down and then open your blouse and haul your skirt up as I press down upon you with your ass at the edge of the bed, and then I slip downward, leaving a trail of wet kisses over your nipples and your sexy belly, and then I’m feverishly devouring your luscious little peach, holding your thighs up high and wide apart as I delve deep into you with my tongue and then slip it out and up and let it hover and flicker over your thrumming clit as I unwrap and slip a condom over my newly freed hardness. Then I rise upward over you and you feel me enter your flowing crevice, slipping all the way up inside of your primed little sex until I’m pressing hard into your mound and plumbing your depths with my tightly sheathed prick. I pull your calves over my shoulders and you feel my balls against your quim as I thrust into you up to the hilt again and again, first plunging heavily and then pounding deep into you harder and harder. That taunted hunger you stoked within you as you teased yourself up in front of me on the road now blazes up into a melting inferno within you, and you can feel the waves coming on stronger with every stroke of my prick and every slap of my sweat-dappled belly against your brazenly spread thighs. I now become a beast of sexual frenzy above you, my face a spectacle of pinnacled lust, as I profanely growl my passion out between gritted teeth, and as you arch upward to accept my spurting flow, your release takes you utterly and you throw your head back and blister the walls with your unrestrained and guttural wails of totally slaked desire as your hot and clenching depths milk my pumping shaft of its seed.

Our sweat mingles upon our now flaccid bodies and we pant and sigh as our breath returns, and then moan together as I slip slowly out of you, and I roll upon my back and draw you over me to rest your cheek on my chest for a few minutes as we share the fading embers of our afterglow. Then, with a very appreciative grunt, I rise beneath you, pull my jeans up and walk to the big Jacuzzi in the back of our room, and I start the warm water and ask if you’d like to take a bath with me.