Honestly, I wasn't feeling very festive. Thanksgiving had been less and less a "holiday" since when I was a boy. No one played football in the crisp fall day anymore. And football games weren't a time to sit around and see just what others thought about the sport, it was a typical football day with lots of fantasy points being scored. Malls were having sales, and people were sleeping far earlier than usual, so they could get to the stores bright in the morning on Friday.
But just because I wasn't feeling 'festive' doesn't mean i wasn't in a thankful mood. Technology, one of my favorite man-made things, gave me an opportunity that made me oh, so, thankful. I had been talking to a girl who was amazing. We texted and maybe even sexted, just a bit, but we talked a lot. But we had no chance to meet, for some time, in the foreseeable future.
Until yesterday.
Essentially, we both had random traveling plans, and they somehow overlapped each other. The only downside, these plans did not include a hotel room, just a sedan. We didn't care, we weren't going to get greedy, we just wanted to meet each other. See where things went from there. The only logistics worked out was where to meet. No plans for anything, literally, anything that followed. Did we want this stuff? Hell yes. But we were so enamored with simply meeting that we didn't plan anything out.
Skipping boring logistics, we're finally alone, sitting in her car. We talk, about nothing that important, small talk but personalized. We chuckle about things that had no meaning. And we just looked at each other. She was far more beautiful than any picture she sent me (and those had range!). Her voice was amazing, it was instantly recognizable when she was being playful, normal chatting, or seductive. She was shorter than me, which I prefer, but in a car you don't see that much (more on that later). Shorter, dyed blond hair. Blue eyes that could pierce steel and not flinch. A cute smile, so expressive, and lips that looked almost as good as they felt. Her skin was soft, and fair (at least it looked that way in the ambient car lights around). I could have stared at her for hours. Her face and body were so expressive, probably on a subconscious level. She was active, and you could tell, as she moved around the car, and had more body control and self awareness than I had seen, this close up.
I commented about her beauty and she blushed, shyly hiding her smile. It only made her more cute. Soon a text came in, indicating possibly needing my attention, drawing me away from her. We both groaned, feeling that this was the beginning of something wonderful, and yet maybe it would never begin. I bought us some time, unknown how long, and then the sparks happened. She touched my leg, almost playful, almost testing the waters and boundaries. I immediately put my hand on hers, and we squeezed tight. I could feel her strength, her unrelenting passion, as our hands pressed against each other. I leaned over to her, and we began to kiss. We were pent up, so much talking, so little release in all the time prior to this. We rushed it, just a bit. Thankfully we made up for it later. But as for now, we were unbridled lovers being thrown around by the waves of passion and desire. She soon climbed on my lap, while I laid the seat back. This is where her small stature came into play, and I loved it. She sat down, and pressed herself into my member, making us both moan. We kissed more, but we wanted more than this, still.
She started grabbing at my belt, struggling with it a bit at first. I helped her, and as the buckle clanged around she smiled. Perhaps the anticipation of what was next dawned on her. Soon my pants were her in floorboard, and she pulled her panties to the side and began to slide me in. She was wet, and so warm. We continued kissing, while my hands wandered her body. Grabbing her nice ass, and tight tits. I wanted to undress her so badly, but we were a tad bit public for that. As she slowly worked her way down my hard dick, she moaned moans I didn't know existed. They were different, varied, and so delightfully sexy and hot. Soon she was riding my cock. Kissing each other, and our hands running everywhere they could. I had her fully strip off the panties, which was perfect because the smoothness of her pussy was just what was needed to get what would be one of the hottest things I've never experienced, and never knew I would enjoy.
She was amazing at riding me. Typically I can get close to cumming, but then I have to listen to my body and go from 10, to the 11. This time was different though, we matched rhythm so quickly and so harmoniously that I simply rode the wave of pleasure and I was soon cumming. I had only cum, like this, a handful of times in my life, and it may have been the very best. I was lost in my orgasm. My head spun, my eyes closed or rolled back, I don't know because I have no visual memories of it. I know that I put my hand on her shoulder and grabbed and squeezed tightly. I was verbally not that loud, I think, but even that was hard to remember due to the sheer amount of pleasure I felt.
When I was finally done, actually a good period afterwards, she lay there, on top of me, kissing me some more. It would have been longer, had we not been rushed, but even that short period of time, it was so encompassing, with the feeling of acceptance, the continual passion, and the fact that an orgasm was not the end game.
She then redressed, and sat back in her seat, while I finished recovering. I came, and she hadn't, and while a part of me wished it wasn't like that, her goal was not to cum, she wanted to make me cum, and let my cum sit in her pussy. We kissed, and caressed, and stared at each other a bit more. Some kissing turned into more-than-lip kissing. Her neck and chest were beautiful but also delicious. I finally made my way to her left breast, nearly tearing down her green bra to reveal her nipple. I loved sucking on nipples, and hers was no exception! I sucked on them, nibbled a bit, and flicked it with my tongue. She moaned all sort of sounds right into my ear. I wanted more, and I should have stripped her down, but it seemed that our time was up, and so I returned to where I thought I was needed, and she planned her next location.
Thankfully she had more flexible time, and I ended up getting far more time than I anticipated. So I called her again, to return and let us continue.
This time we immediately began touching each other, and very soon after, we kissed, but not like before. This was more deliberate. My hands were in her hair, running through it, grabbing it soft, and then hard. I held her and looked into her eyes, I held her lips close, not letting her kiss me but just simply breathing in each others breathes. Her lips were soft, yet passionate, she was an amazing kisser. Our lips moved in a motion, like a dance. Not unlike two professional dancers in movies, where they impromptu counter moves and fill this beautiful scene of body movement without planning or saying a word. That was our lips. There was no one style, they pressed to each other, kissing, sucking, licking. Her tongue was, well I'm not sure how you describe texture. Soft but forceful, she kept sticking hers into my mouth, to entice my tongue out so she could take it into her mouth. It seriously made me wonder what her mouth was capable of. We did this for, so much longer than was sex felt like. It was very communicative and we learned a lot more about each other's body than before. No, the irony is not lost on either of us, as we both laughed at that aspect. At this position I could hear her moans and little gasps more. They were so sexy, and so telling. She didn't have to say what felt good or better, because her moans did that far better than any words could. Eventually we parted ways again. I tired to be some romantic by leaving her with a kiss on the back of her hand, that was holding mine as neither of us wanted to part ways again. But she pulled me close, and kissed my lips. To hell with romantic gestures, those lips were amazing!!
As we finally, and unfortunately, stayed separated we texted still. She reminded me my cum was still inside her and most likely soon to be on her panties. It was then I realized how long it had been inside her, and that she had walked around a bit with it. I never thought I had any other fetish besides "super vanilla flavors", but she made me realize I have one, really specific one. It felt amazing to know what transpired. Blame it on past experiences when my partner couldn't wait to "clean up", but knowing that she didn't just let it be in there, but that she actually wanted my warm cum filling her pussy, and how much she enjoyed that fact leading up to (in sexting) and afterwards, in literally walking around, texting me, and telling me how turned on she was by it.
The holidays can be some of the most stressful time of the year, but on this night, instead, we were the most thankful people around and I knew I would have visions of her gumdrop nipples, dancing in my head that night.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3utsle/twas_the_night_before_thanksgiving_and_all