“It’s almost 10pm! He was supposed to be here an hour ago…” she thought to herself. She could start to feel the cold cement through the wool blanket and stonewashed low rise jeans she was wearing. She had been anticipating this night for quite some time. Mark had been away overseas for years now and he was only in town for a couple of days and for reasons she didn’t understand, he called.
They talked for quite some time — about everything, life, love, laughs, fights, friends, and sadness… too much sadness…. It was great to hear his voice again — to finally get closure and close chapters on stories that had been left unfinished for far too long. Gosh, it felt like he had said goodbye just yesterday. Like no time had ever passed at all.
Lost in her thoughts, she almost didn’t notice as the blinding light from a truck passed over her, briefly exposing her curled up position on the back porch. Two flashes of the high beam, and she knew it was him.
She was frozen. She knew what was on the other side of the gate that connected to the field behind her house. But did he want the same thing she did? Was that why he was here? What the hell was she going to do if she was wrong?
She heard a door close and she squinted, she could now make out a silhouette walking toward her as the lights from the truck dimmed. A lone street lamp provided just enough light to see the figure getting closer. Something within her pulled her to her feet and she quietly paced toward the gate. Suddenly, there they were, one on either side of a waist high fence, inches away from each other. Their gravity pulling each toward the other.
“It’s a cold night out, isn’t it?” Were his first words.
“You’re late.” Were hers.
“Yeah, it seems that way.” He grasped the gate with both hands, leaned forward and whispered, “I bet that blanket’s pretty toasty.” She could smell him now. Memory after memory flooded her as her heart quickened. She almost lurched forward to touch him but resisted.
“Of course it’s toasty, I’ve been in it for the better part of an hour.” She wasn’t going to let him off the hook.
“How can I make it up to you?” He replied without drawing back. His breath was minty and seemed to be masking his dinner, maybe a hint of bourbon, but she couldn’t tell. All she knew was that she could lay down and fall asleep every night for the rest of her life to the mixture of aromas.
“W… What?”
“Damn, he got me! I can’t think any more! Tear his shirt off and just get on with it!” She closed her eyes for just a moment and desperately tried to slow her breath.
“How… can I make it up to you?” He repeated, a sly look in his eyes.
“C’mon now, you gotta come up with something,” she begged her mind to come up with something, but another part of her was doing the thinking tonight.
“How about a kiss?” She replied softly
“What the fuck!?! A Kiss!?! That’s what you came up with girl?” Her heart stopped.
There was a moment of hesitation, but then she heard the quiet ‘clink’ of the gate as he pulled it open and stepped through. She didn’t back away. They were so close, his chest met hers and he tucked one arm under the blanket, wrapped it around her waist and pulled her the rest of the way in. She pressed herself against him and draped the blanket around his shoulders, rested her arms there, wrapping them around his neck. He pressed his forehead to hers and, like she pressed against him, he pressed his lips on hers. She tasted him once again.
He kissed with purpose, she craned her neck sideways to get to him and he reflected the move as his tongue dipped into her open mouth. She sent her own tongue in response and he received it by closing his lips around her and stopped. “Man, I’ve missed this — “ But before he could finish, she said, “Shut up and kiss me.” She pulled him in again and he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. He’d definitely had a drink, but it was a warm mature flavor.
He curled upward as he pressed inward, feeling the ridges and the back of her teeth. “Gosh! I hope he does that somewhere else too,” she could feel her black lace thong sticking to another pair of lips… He searched her as he kissed, moving from her roof to her cheek, craning even more to feel every part of her mouth. She met him as he searched and they danced, sharing their flavors with each wriggling movement. Her tongue brushed across his rough surface, then the smooth underside of his firm, agile muscle. A moan quietly escaped her throat like a deep hum, resonating, her chest heaving against his. Their slow rhythmic breathing began to sync, hot breath flowing from their nostrils against the cold air.
Their bodies writhed beneath the blanket and he squeezed her tighter, pressing his waist against hers. “Oh, there’s his dick. God damn that’s his dick!” She rolled her pelvis forward, grinding her jeans against his and her focus shifted from his tongue to his tightening waistline “I hope I get to feel more of that tonight…” He noticed her mouth slowing, her earnest moans, her hips rolling into him, her body’s movement copying his. She wanted him more than anything, and she was pretty sure he was going to give her everything.
His right hand drifted down her back to the top of her low rise jeans, but they didn’t stop. He gently continued down the contour of her backside and laid it to rest on her right cheek. “Grab it hard,” she thought, and as if he heard her, he grasped at her. “Oh Lord,” she blurted out and a laugh escaped his mouth between breaths. He reached further down, fingers slipping under her thong, grazing dampness. He was so close… He clenched what was now the back of her thigh and she squirmed.
His left hand grasped her back in between the shoulders and he pulled her in so hard she almost left the ground. His hands were firm and direct, not timid like the younger him might have been. Her breasts mashed into him, bulging out of their fabric, they begged to be set free, to be seen, to be touched, to be held. That same hand snuck under the old Aeropostale shirt she used to wear when they were together and he quickly unclasped the black bra she had prepared for the occasion. His hand spread wide and he felt the entire back of her, rubbing so firmly that it pulled at her skin and she stood on her toes as his hand drove upward until he arrived at her shoulders. He pulled on each of her straps and they slipped off her smooth skin.
“Hang on, I know,” she said as she let the blanked drop to the ground, slipped each arm through the sleeves and let the bra fall through her shirt. He caught it, and threw it across the yard.
“Now that’s taken care of….” he laughed as his hand returned to her back.
“Oh that’s not taken care of!” She replied as she used her right hand to grab the bottom of her shirt and in one swift movement, the shirt was up and off! She threw the shirt as far as she could. She was bare, exposed to him and beginning to tremble.
“Fuck yes!” and he dove toward her neck, kissing and sucking her sweet skin just below her jawline, toward her ear, a nibble, then he moved to the base of her neck, brushing circles with his lips, then a kiss, then more than a kiss. “How can you be rough and gentle at the same time!?!” she was the definition of hot and bothered. He whispered, “You can take my shirt off too if you’d like,” with the quietest teasing voice and kissed the top of her chest.
She reached down for his shirt and he removed his arms from their hiding places to accommodate. The move revealed a different body than what she remembered. She tossed the shirt, and it landed on her bra. Her hands discovered a body that was familiar, but had been recast, the years had changed him. As her hands wandered his renewed landscape she found he definitely had more muscle than before. His pecks were still the best she’d ever felt and his arms were like stones. She rubbed upward to embrace him again and found definition in shoulders that seemed like they could actually hold the world up if it was required of him. As she folded herself back into his grasp, her breasts, and then her stomach pressed against him and she began to perspire. Her touch seemed to weaken him for a moment and she felt him shudder, almost buckling. “I bet he hasn’t been touched like this in a very long time,” she pondered. Their warmth coming together was the most comforting thing she’d felt in a long time too. But she wasn’t looking for comfort tonight.
As he curled around her, almost engulfing her within him, his left hand reached around her until his fingertips touched her opposite breast, an embrace she remembered from days past. He turned slightly, and his right hand unashamedly reached up and cupped her tender bosom, her heart was pounding into it. His grasp was tight, causing almost excruciating pleasure, and it sent fire through her chest. Beads of sweat were forming now, and her head fell back with a gasp of delight, then fell back down to bite his shoulder as his lips wandered once more.
“This is the point of no return girl, better make sure you’re ready for this,” she told herself as his kisses begged her to continue. He was once again working his way down her chest, kissing the base of her hills, wishing to seize them as soon as she gave him permission to do so. For a moment, she thought to tease him, make him wait just a bit longer, but instead she grasped his temples in her palms, forced a kiss upon him and said, in a hushed shaking voice, “Fuck me.”
He thrust his hands into those damn jeans, his rough hands holding the softest skin on her body and lifted. She rose and wrapped her legs and arms around him, pulling his face into her chest. This time, he gasped, caught his breath and then licked her mountains. Her nipples tightened and he bit down just enough for her to gasp in response. He stopped to look up at her face in ecstasy and the cold air made contact with her wet skin, sending shivers to the end of every limb. She gripped his head and forced him back in. “Fu-“ was all she heard him say as he suffocated on her tit and he sucked it into his mouth. She couldn’t feel the cold any more, just him, just his mouth, just the pressure, the mounting pressure.
Gasping for breath, he let her slide back down briefly and he reassuringly gave her a quick peck, then glanced down, “Those need to come off. Do you mind if I…?”
“By all means,” she panted.
“Good…” he said and began to unbutton those fucking jeans.
As soon as her zipper was down, he wrenched the pants and her thong around her ankles, stepped on the middle of them and she stepped out. They were off and she was in his arms again, skin to skin, their sweat mixing. “No fair,” she thought, “When do I get to rip his pants off?”
It was much easier to grab her her ass this time, he grabbed hard and lifted her once more around his waist. She hugged his neck, and her tits stopped at his eye level, but he wasn’t looking at them, he was staring at HER, her face, her eyes, her soul. Silently, without breaking his gaze he paced to the far side of the house. “I could stay like this forever. Shit he could walk me around the neighborhood and I wouldn’t give a fuck,” she wished as he stopped and let her shoulders rest against the cold concrete wall.
“Shit that’s cold!” She let out an intense whisper.
“I need the wall for this next part,” he said and began to lift her up to his shoulders.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Do you trust me?”
“What did you say?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Are you fucking quoting Aladdin?”
He laughed, “Maybe….”
She paused and said, “Of course I trust you.”
“Then brace yourself for a sec,” he said, putting her down.
He squatted down until he was face to face with her womanhood, grasped the top of her thighs and began to stand. As he rose, so did she. She braced her hands backward so her shoulders didn’t scrape the rough texture of the concrete until he was completely locked out, then took one step back and placed her on his shoulders. Everything was his to take now. The sweet aroma of her essence was everywhere, she was dripping, she was nervous, she was nine feet in the air. “My god…”
Inches from her gates, he gently kissed her thighs, so softly she could hardly feel it, then he kissed with greater intent, pressing into her skin, then a nibble and her whole body jolted. He didn’t look up, but she could see a smile form from the side of his face that wasn’t buried in her flesh. He took a bigger bite and the quivers continued. His bites crept forward, closer and closer. His cheek was the first thing to touch her drenched flower and he stopped. Turning to look up once more, he gazed into the forever behind her eyes, and without breaking contact, kissed the top of her soaking, swollen, mound.
“Huuuuu…. huuuuu….” Was all she could get out at this point. There was no language to describe what was happening now. This was her heaven and she was going to stay there for as long as she could. She closed her eyes, so all she could feel was the ice on her back and the warmth from his lips below her. His kisses, like before began to press inward as she began to open up and they slowly transformed from kisses to tender brushes from his all too eager tongue. She could tell it was taking everything within him to stop from devouring her right away.
His tongue lapped up the juices between her lips, pushing them apart with each pass. She rolled her hips forward a bit more and he began to hunt within her folds, first on the left, he slowly licked upward, then kissed her clit and licked her right side. He widened his tongue and licked all of her, again, then again, then again, then swallowed. “You taste amazing”, he growled and continued his pursuit. He began to engorge himself on her juicy peach, slurping and licking, sucking and kissing her delicate button. He pulled her into his mouth and the suction was almost too much to bear, over and over he sucked her and then he drew her in and held his breath. The world was silent as she felt the pressure rise within her. Every second he held her in his mouth was an eternity, a whirlwind of sensations.
Finally he released her and she shivered with indulgent pleasure.
“Don’t stop”
He clutched her cheeks, his thumbs spreading her out, and lifted her even higher so she was almost horizontal. He thrust his face into her sopping pussy and his tongue slid into her orifice, his upper lip pressed perfectly against her raging clit. He licked her ridges, he licked the walls of her beauty, he licked everything, and then he curled his tongue and found her spot. Blinded, she gasped, a plea to jump from the ledge of anguish and into the pool of ecstasy. He licked further, deeper, harder. All one could hear now was the furious hot breath coming from his nostrils and her labored, tormented, panting. His pace quickened, and so did hers. Further and further, deeper and deeper, pain, excitement, urgency and desire.
Her body began to react, to quicken, to tighten. It started in her center, her ass tightened, then her thighs flexed. Her legs, once hanging behind him straightened out completely, then her back rose and her stomach clenched. Her arms swung forward, grabbing the back of his head, shoving him as deep as he could go. He couldn’t breath any more, he was suffocating on her swollen cunt. But he didn’t stop.
Time stopped. Complete silence. Were they dying? Was this the end?
“nn-G-aaaaaaaaaaaa! H-aaaaaaaaaa! ……………… Fuuuuuuuuuuuuu…….” She screamed as every muscle in her being collapsed at once and wave after wave of involuntary convulsions forced him out of her. His hands flew to the small of her back to catch her as she writhed with pleasure, fluid gushing from her orgasm. Each wave showered him with her river, each pulse another drink of her intoxicating liquor.
She hung, motionless, for at least a decade.
“What the fuck was that?” Her thoughts returned as she seemingly regained consciousness. He held still, waiting for a sign that she was truly and completely fulfilled. She noticed his arms were starting to shake.
“Hold me.” She could barely speak.
Slowly, he pressed upward, pulling her shoulders away from the wall. The skin on her shoulders was almost raw, “definitely worth it,” she told herself and she straightened out so she was sitting vertically in the air. He kissed her stomach and slowly allowed her thighs to spread and slip off his shoulders, catching her in his elbows. He kissed her just below her breasts. He extended his arms until his forearms were a shelf, and he slowly kissed her still erect nipples one at a time. He lowered her further and caught her on his waist, shifted and wrapped his arms around her. Their moisture combined in a deep embrace and they practically stuck together. He pressed his lips against hers and she tasted herself for the first time. She kissed him back, licking herself off his lips, then received his tender tongue. It didn’t taste of bourbon any more — she was all she could taste.
“I don’t know if I can walk right now.” She smiled, and he understood that her announcement was really a request.
“Don’t worry about a thing,” he smirked and he carried her around the back of the house to the porch and up the steps. He clung to her with one hand as the other one opened the door and he let himself inside. The warm light of the kitchen glistened off their slippery bodies as he kicked the door closed — but just before it latched shut, they heard, “well, I NEVER…” in the unmistakeable voice of Patty, her nosy old neighbor.
“Do you think she noticed anything unusual?” He asked.
“Oh, nothing out of the ordinary,” she replied, “Might as well give her something to listen to for a couple of hours if you’re up to it?”
“Should we start in the kitchen or the bedroom?” He grinned.
“You’ve had your fill, but I’m famished.”
“Oh…?” He raised an eyebrow.
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