Back again with another story from my time in the long-ago with Elle. Our sex life was pretty prolific for the relatively short time we were together, so I have a number of stories I can recall, but not all of them will make it up here. This one, though, was fun.
Elle and I had been dating for about a month at this point. We had realized that we couldn’t keep our hands (and other body parts) off of one another at about the two-week mark, and were still in that very high-and-floaty “gosh I can’t believe this person likes having sex with me, let’s do it a LOT” stage. We’d been hanging out and hooking up at one another’s places alternately, but had started to drift toward mine as the default because (a) it was bigger, and (b) I didn’t have roommates. This was the first weekend that she’d stayed over and was kind of a big deal. We woke up in that ridiculous new couple romantic way, with lots of slow kissing and quiet words, which led to talking about the previous night’s sex and what we each liked about it. That led to her asking if there was anything I liked that she wasn’t doing, me asking her the same, and some very frank (and hot) talk about what our deeper turn-ons and turn-offs were.
I’ll spare a lot of the details about what we went over, but suffice to say that the talk would lead to some really great events later on, but that morning, led to the both of us getting turned on to the point of casually slipping from talking to kissing to full-on making out to a long, slow-building session that probably counted as our second “actual lovemaking instead of just fucking.”
While we were cleaning up in the shower, I asked if she wanted to maybe go on a walk in a nearby municipal park, up in the hills to the east of San Jose. I remember she said she wasn’t very outdoorsy and didn’t really want to be around a lot of people, but I reassured her that it wasn’t really a “park” park so much as it was a kind of nature preserve with some cool historic architecture (old Missionary hot springs, etc), some easy walking trails, that sort of thing.
“And there are a few out-of-the-way observation benches, too, if you know what I mean,” I told her. I will never forget the mischievous smile that spread over her face when I said that. She pushed me out of the shower, telling me she wasn’t going to finish getting clean if I didn’t stop turning her on, and told me to go get dressed.
Our first stop was the corner diner down the street, for breakfast (she loved their waffles), and then we were off!
We drove up to the side (more like the back) entrance of the park, and I asked Elle why she’d decided to wear a long skirt for the walk. She told me I’d see if we managed to find one of those secluded overlooks I had mentioned.
I suppose I should describe her at this point, since I haven’t, before.
Elle stood 5′ 2″ barefoot, on the slender side of average for her height, with a 32B chest, a pair of legs that wouldn’t quit, and a very nice butt. She wore her hair short, and dyed it a sort of deep red over her natural brown, which ended up giving it this kind of chestnut/cherry stain kind of color. She had the BEST green eyes.
We got to the park and started our walk, and since she’d never been there, I showed her the various points of interest, and started heading off toward an overlook I’d found the last time I had been up there, a few months back. It was up a set of stone steps set into the hill, and led up to a naturally flat area, where a bench and a couple of point-of-interest plaques had been set up, explaining what you were looking out over from that point. It was also ringed by several-foot-high hedges, so that if you were sitting on the bench, you really couldn’t see (or be seen from) the ground below.
So we walk up, and I’m showing her the sights, and I sit down on the bench, tugging her down with me. She smiles that playful smile as she starts to sit down on my lap, tugging her skirt up higher and higher until I can see that she’s completely naked underneath, and had – after she’d pushed me out of the shower – shaved her pussy bare, telling me that she’d been considering it, but that our talk that morning had convinced her to go for it. Her labia and a small portion of the skin of her thighs were glistening.
I pointed out how wet she was, and she told me that this was the first time she’d done something like this – she’d often go partly or fully nude in her apartment, or my house, but hadn’t considered walking around commando under her skirt, out in public, where a good strong wind might “put me on display,” but grinned and said it felt great.
She had positioned herself over my crotch, and was about to sit down (her hands were already working on my fly), when up the stairs to our left came a bunch of teenagers, talking loudly enough that we had a few seconds warning. Elle hopped off of my lap, sitting down on the bench beside me and started talking randomly about the breakfast we’d had.
I kept up the conversation as the kids (who were obviously coming up here to do what we were doing – two male, two female, you be the judge) wandered over to the info plaques, and made a lot of small talk about the Spanish missions in the area, before turning around and awkwardly walking back down off the hill.
Elle huffed as they left, but smiled and climbed back on to my lap. We were positioned in such a way that the front of her skirt was bunched up between us, while the back of it draped down over my legs. I had my knees far enough apart that she had to slide her legs open a bit to rest comfortably, which was enough to allow the breeze up on the hill to work its way up under her skirt and across her vulva, which was something new for her. She sat with her head on my shoulder for a few minutes like that, quietly pressing her nails into my arm every time the wind picked up.
We went back to making out, and she revealed that under her poofy, peasant-style top, she wasn’t wearing a bra. I went to work with one hand under her shirt, pinching at her nipples, rubbing her breasts, and slid my other hand under her skirt while she was busy working on my neck. I will never forget the feeling of her juices literally dripping out of her onto my hand. I laughed and asked her to lean back a bit, and sure enough, there were a few very clear spots on the ground where she’d been leaving her mark.
I said something like “You’re sopping,” causing her to laugh through a mouthful of my neck, before I slipped two fingers inside her. She sucked her breath in through her teeth, clenching her vaginal muscles down on my fingers and whispering “keep those right there” while she started reaching down toward my fly again.
She’d just unbuttoned my pants and was about to unzip me when we heard another group of people coming up the steps. Elle muttered “fucking shit” under her breath and got up off of me, leaving me to hurriedly do my pants up again. I stood up next to her, took her hand (with my fingers still wet from being inside her), and said “Let’s just go home.”
She nodded, and we beat feet back to the car, where, once I got us on to the road back toward town, she pulled her skirt up around her waist, grabbed my free hand (thank god for Automatics), and shoved it down between her legs. I took the hint and started to slowly finger her, changing it up between her slit, the opening of her vag, and her clit, which was just enough variety to get her out of her head while we drove. She leaned the passenger seat back until she was hidden from view, and pulled her blouse up over her tits, playing with them as I drove us down the hillside road. Every few minutes, she’d dip one finger down into her pussy, taking it back up to her mouth and sucking on it for a moment before going back to working on her breasts and nipples.
At one point, I warned her that we were getting into a section of town where people would be able to look through the window at her, and she said “don’t care, too horny,” which led to her continuing to get fingered by me all the way to the freeway, at which point I had to stop since anyone who tries to do the 101/680 interchange one-handed is an idiot.
We drove back to my place, with Elle finally putting the seat back up so she was sitting, continuing to finger herself as we drove. When we got to my place, she laughed and pointed back at the seat, telling me she’d left a wet spot in the upholstery, to which I responded something like “badge of honor.” I honestly don’t remember, because I was too busy trying to get the door open so that I could drag her inside and jump her.
Once inside, I grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, pushing her up against the wall and biting at her neck, which caused her to let out a sharp yelp that quickly turned into a series of moans as I pushed her legs apart with my knee, cupping her ass with my hand through her skirt. She fumbled at the buttons on the skirt, letting it drop to the ground and exposing her ass, legs, and (of course) her still slick, slippery pussy. I reached up and helped her get rid of her blouse, squeezing at her tits with one hand while undoing my pants and shoving them down around my legs with the other. She gasped as I entered her from behind, flatting her chest against the wall and angling her ass back so I could get deeper in to her. We fucked like that, urgently, with her rocking back and forth on the heels of her boots as I thrust in and out of her. As I got closer and closer to coming, I bent over her, biting at her neck and shoulder, growling that I wanted her to come with me.
Elle nodded quickly, bending her head and neck to the side to kiss me, sucking at my lips and tongue and breathing heavily as she braced, one hand on the wall, the other making its way back down between her legs. I could feel her fingers sliding around her pussy lips and clit as I fucked her – every few strokes, they’d slip down to grab at my shaft as I pushed and out – until her breath started to stutter and her legs began to quake.
I shoved my cock into her, hard, as she gave one last heaving breath before folding up on herself, still impaled on me, shaking, while I came inside her. I’d grabbed on to her hips for support while my cock pulsed inside her, and as her pussy pulsed from her own orgasm, our combined fluids squeezed out around my erection.
Finally, she reached back to grab my hand, telling me she was about to fall over, so I pulled her up to her feet, picked her up, and carried her in to the shower, where I set her down in the tub and helped her clean up.
We ended up in the bath together, soaking in the water for… I want to say at least an hour, but I know we lost track of time long enough that the water cooled off to the point we had to get out.
Before we made our way out to grab a late lunch, she stood in front of my bedroom closet mirror and looked at the bruises I’d left on her shoulder and neck, and I thought I should apologize, but she turned to me and pointed at the one on her shoulder and said “you see this? This is PERFECTLY PLACED. Only we know it’s there, and every time it stings, I’m going to remember how I got it, and that’s SO HOT.”
End of story! I hope you enjoyed this chapter of “Long Ago When I Had A Sex Life.”
Taking requests for my next memory-dump – one more of Elle, a continuation of the convention weekend with Kay and Sal, or a “Who Knew?” one-off with Maddy, a closet-goth-girl from my early days in college?
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