This happened last night, and I wanted to write it out before I lost the details. My pussy is still wet and my heart still racing just thinking about last night’s adventures. I hope you enjoy as much as I did.
I met up with Peter at a brewery downtown. We grabbed our beers and moved to the back room where it was a little quieter. As the night progressed and we both got mildly intoxicated, our hands began wandering. Innocently at first- a brush of the arm, interlacing our fingers. Escalating when his hand dropped down to rest halfway up my thigh… and inching slightly upward as he leaned forward to kiss me. His fingers traced patterns on my leg as we kissed, and I moved my lips down to kiss and nibble on his neck, loving the sharp intakes of breath he made as I gently sucked the soft skin of his neck and his ear.
The conversation had moved to adventure, and on a whim I suggested we go for a swim down at the beach. I didn’t expect him to accept, but there was excitement in his eyes as he polished off his beer and stood up. We paid our tab, and then hopped in his car and headed down to the oceanfront.
Given that it’s summer in Virginia, the night was still hot, although significantly cooler than it has been as there was a storm coming in. It was nearly midnight as we pulled up to the usually crowded beach, but given the time and the wind there was not another car in sight. As soon as we stepped out, it was clear why. The wind was fierce and whipping around us powerfully, but we didn’t care. We walked in the darkness down the path to the sand.
Not wanting to waste any time, I stripped down to my underwear the second we got on the beach. I left my clothes in a neat pile by a rock, and looked back at Peter. He was grinning and had a very obvious tent in his jeans. It was tempting to jump on him then and there- but we were on a mission. I turned and ran into the water, the powerful waves crashing up on me. I looked back to find Peter not far behind me, making his way out through the waist deep ocean.
He came up and grabbed me from behind, and I could feel his erection straining at his boxers and pressing into my ass. He nibbled my neck and reached his hands around, pulling down my bra and freeing my nibbles to the night air. I wiggled my ass a little bit into his cock, and laughed as I heard him groan into my ear. I would’ve loved to have stayed and played in the ocean a little longer, but we were both getting cold, and the waves were rough. We ran out of the water, grabbed our clothes, and ran back to his car, carefree about the fact that we were in our underwear, soaking wet, and now walking exposed under streetlights.
We were nearly back to the bar where my car was, and Peter asked if I wanted to go somewhere else before calling it a night. I pointed out that we were both soaked, and it was unlikely that any other bar would let us in in our current state. I could hear the disappointment in his voice as he said, “You’re right, I guess I’ll take you back to your car.”
But this was a night of being impulsive. I turned to look him dead in the eye and said, “Or you could pull down one of these side streets and let me suck your cock.”
“God,” he said under his breath, and took a sharp turn down a road a few blocks from the bar. By chance, it was a fairly good place to stop. Residential on one side of the street, but we were on the back side of everyone’s homes. The other side of the street held tennis courts, that were closed at night and currently empty. Fairly low chance of getting caught.
We got out of the car and I made my way around to the drivers side. I pressed Peter against the car and we kissed, my fingers wandering around the waistband of his boxers. As I worked his boxers down, I whispered in his ear about how badly I wanted to suck his cock, how I was going to work hard to get his cum before anyone caught us. He was moaning and I hadn’t even touched him yet, his hands running through my hair and down my back.
I dropped to my knees and pulled out his cock. I wasn’t going to waste any time. With my eyes locked on his, I wrapped my mouth around his cock, tasting the saltiness of precum and salt water from the ocean. The wildness of the night ran through my mind, and with excitement pulsing through my veins I enthusiastically sucked his thick pulsing cock. I ran my tongue firmly up from the base and flicked it across the tip, smiling as I did. He groaned. I swirled my tongue around the head, and then sucked him deep into my mouth. I could nearly take all of his length, gagging occasionally as I reached the base of his cock. I ran my hands up his legs and gently massaged his balls. He seemed to like having his balls played with, so I moved down to lick and suck them while I continued to stroke his cock with my hands. As I gently sucked one ball into my mouth, he let out a deep and slow, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.”
The sound of a car made us both turn our heads, but it didn’t turn down the street we were on. The excitement of knowing we could easily get caught had us both on edge. I took my mouth off of him long enough to tell him I wanted him to fill my mouth with his cum. His hands moved to the back of my head and he gently ran his fingers through my hair as I went back to work. I was ready, I wanted him to cum. I didn’t take my mouth off his cock again. I kept my pace steady and even, working his cock in and out of my mouth and watching him get closer and closer. He was groaning and whispering little moans of “Oh fuck, holy shit.” I kept my eyes locked on his as I felt him tense up. Hot cum hit the back of my throat, and flooded my mouth. I swallowed it down and kept sucking, gently and more slowly now, but wanting to get every drop. Peter had his hands on the back of my head, his face tipped up to the night sky. I licked up the escaped drops of cum from his cock, and stood up.
He thanked me, took me back to my car, and kissed me goodnight. When I got home, I stripped off my clothes, wet and salty from the ocean, and climbed naked into bed. Peter had texted me to make sure I got home safely, and asked what I was doing. My boldness from the drinks had not worn off, so I texted him: Touching myself and thinking about your cock in my mouth.
He responded with a slew of texts telling me how hot I was, how good I sucked his cock, how much he wanted to fuck me. I worked myself closer and closer to orgasm and told him every step of the way. That I was wishing it was his cock filling my pussy instead of my fingers. That I would love to be flipped over and fucked hard from behind. When I finally came I sent him a voice recording of me moaning his name over and over again while I rode out my orgasm. He thanked me again for going down on him, and promised to return the favor tomorrow night. I can hardly wait.

My first semester of college I was broke. It was my first time living alone and, as is common, my bank account often looked like a good golf score more than a monetary investment.

I took on a weekend job working an axe throwing booth at a local renaissance faire than ran for four weekends. I had been the previous few years as a guest and had befriended some of the performers and staff which are all strange eccentric people with incredible talents.

First day in, I was introduced to my new co-workers. A big burly construction worker type with a secret nerd side and a tiny goth brunette. All of us were of course dressed the part. The big guy, Steve, wore what amounted to blacksmiths clothing. My daily work outfit was a leather doublet black pants and leather fighters boots all of which borrowed from a friend who was a performer in a sword-fighting show so it was fairly accurate and very comfortable. The Goth girl, who for sake of story we will call Zoe, wore a Dark blue corset dress that was absolutely stunning on her tiny frame. Read more »