Meeting Alice [FF] part 2

The full Part 1 of my night with Alice can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ili6b/meeting_alice_ff/?st=j4aq82bp&sh=7ebe80b4)

This is where we left off:

She laid down next to me, gently touching my face, as we looked into each other’s eyes. After a little while, we began to kiss. Softly at first, but more passionately as time passed. Our legs intertwined and we began to grind on each other again. This time, I would get to make her cum.

Part 2

I brought my hand up to her nipple, making it hard as I moved it between my fingers. I rubbed the palm of my hand on it lightly in a circular motion, as I moved my mouth to her ear.

I whispered, “I’m going to tease you until you beg me to fuck you.”

“Oh my god. Yes.” she said softly.

“Do you want me to get you wet? You want to ache?” I asked as my lips lightly grazed her ear.

“Yes – make me beg!” She moaned.

Meeting Alice [FF]

This is the story of how I met Alice – my favorite lover.

I live in Minnesota, so during the winter months everyone is bundled up. But come spring, man, so much sweet skin can be seen. It was that time of year when the days are warm, the nights cool, but everyone dresses like summer is in full swing and relishes time outside in the sun – walking, dining, or just lounging. This is how I met Alice.

It was Saturday, the sun was out, and there wasn’t another way I’d rather spend the day than walking a trail along the river. The Mississippi is peaceful and seeing nature come to life during spring’s warm weather is miraculous in a way. I had been through a bad break up the previous fall and had spent the winter hibernating and healing myself. By the time spring had arrived, I was feeling ready for life to begin anew. So there I was walking the river trail, alone, taking in everything and enjoying life. I stopped for a moment at a bench that overlooked the river and felt the warmth of the dark wood on my body, leaned back and closed my eyes. “Man, this is perfect,” I thought. A few minutes later I heard a woman’s voice. I opened my eyes and this beautiful woman stood next to me and asked if she could share the bench with me. She had long blond hair, blue eyes, and was slender but with curves. She looked about my height – maybe 5’7”. She was dressed in a pair of distressed jeans, sandals, and a tank top, which showed off her perky breasts. I was never happier to share a bench with someone.