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For reasons I do not understand, I feel driven to journal this day live when possible. Following that same instinct, on this appropriately overcast day, I’m rushing through a damp and uneven, grassy cemetery to a burial. My black umbrella hooked on my wrist lurches as I avoid running. I’m just in time to see the casket drop into the ground and watch the modest crowd slowly scatter.
Oddly, I noticed I’m self talking as if dictating this day to my recorder in real time to soothe my instinct. My brain is fuzzy as if watching myself from an out of body view. Though no one acknowledges me, I approach the bereaved with condolences. As I shake their hands and offer worthless words and watch their surprised “who the hell is this” reactions, I spot another latecomer arriving from my 12.
Her slim, curvy figure is covered in dark, but not black, snug clothes. Her cap and veil crown her neatly coiffed blonde hair, yet are black and askew — a bit too whimsical for a burial. Looking at her above-the-fetching-knees skirt, her exposed, shapely and enticing legs are creating a response completely inappropriate for a burial. I like the twitches in my slacks. The crowd thins until only she and I are left at the grave side. I move beside her and stand silently staring into the dark hole until I feel pressure to speak before she leaves.
“She was a special woman. So strong and resilient. I haven’t seen you before. How did you know her?” Her shoulders popped with a small snort. Did I misspeak?
“‘SHE‘ was Stan and HE was special and resilient.” She turned her pretty, scowling face to me. “How did you know Stan, I wonder?” My breathing speeds; my heart races as much from being caught in a prevarication as the beauty that radiates on me. I choose to deflect.
“I saw you were late too. I meant his wife.” God I hope that was his wife! “Life is too short. I’m Adam.” I reached out my hand. After a brief delay and finally, a bright-eyed, quirky smile told me she wanted what I wanted, she straightened and shook my hand — at least I hoped so.
Rubbing her thumb gently on the back of my hand made my slacks twitch. “Are you serious? I’m Evelyn, Eve. Perhaps we were destined to meet, fellow latecomer?” My chest wells; my dick swells; I stroke her knuckles as I watch thrust her full tits forward and her chest fill. Her tractor beam powering up to full strength locks me to her.
“Yes, I am serious. I cleared my day. Why don’t we get some lunch and discuss our serendipity? I sense we have much to discuss while we, eat.” I scanned her body slowly as I said this and focused on her crotch when I emphasized the word ‘eat.’ Too cheeky?
She scans my body and lingers on my tented slacks as she responds, “Room service?” Ohhh boy! I nod slowly, questioning if she is toying with me. We turn away from Stan and walk toward our cars still holding hands; still rolling our thumbs. We wrap our left arms around our bodies, hips pressing hips, eyes locked on eyes with a stranger, each captured in the gravity well of the other. We pause at the road; neither of us wanting to loosen our hold; neither wanting to risk the loss of the other to some foolish prank. I lift her unusual, lacy veil for a clearer look at the beautiful, glowing face staring into my soul. I know I have to take the risk in case I never see her again.
Time skipped. She didn’t resist when I turned her by her hips, fingers over her soft, muscular ass and pulled her against my stiffness. She gently stroked my dick with her thigh; I moaned and leaned in for a lingering, wet kiss. She pulled me by my ass tighter against her as our tongues danced and our loins discovered frottage. Her gleaming, toothy smile beamed joy. In my light-headed state, I still smiled at my decision to crash a random burial today. When I gave her my hotel name, I added, “See you in 10,” and hoped I avoided making that a hopeful question. Time resumed.
Ten minutes later, my prayers answered, she pulls into my hotel lot behind me. Not understanding why she fans such a lusty fire in me, I choose to jump into the flames. Eve pushed past me and before my door closes, we are against a wall ravishing each other. Tongues dance, breathing rushes, moans grow louder as we strip each other savagely. I see she has no underclothes on. As I pinch her thick nipples on her massive tits, I nibble on her ear. She rubs my freed cock and scratches my back. “Don’t worry, Adam. I’m on the pill so I can’t get pregnant and have no diseases.”
“That’s great,” I grunt, “me too. Just – not the pill part.” As I lick down her neck then suck her dense nipple, she moves my cock between her legs and presses its shaft against her damp pussy. Licking past her navel moves my helm against her swollen lips. She pulls me forward, presses it against her clit and rubs it up and down just parting her wet labia. It is all I could do to delay sinking into her hot furnace, but I promised lunch and I desperately look forward to sharing it with her. When my cock moves away, she moans. But when my hot tongue spread her inner lips to surround her stiffened clit, a long deep moan escapes her tortured face. After savoring her sweet and tangy nectar off all her vaginal walls, I slide two fingers deep into her steaming love box. She squeals and groans. I lick, suck and finger her to a quivering orgasm. I love box lunches.
Before she comes back to Earth, I finger her and her vibrating clit to another orgasm. Her arms fall flat against the bed; her head pulls back with eyes closed; her perfect tits rise and fall with her gasps as her beautiful, smiling, face radiates bliss. Waiting for the exact moment to make her cum again, I gently lap her pussy and get high on her juices. “I know you need to cum before you fuck me,” she gasped as she helped me spin around. “Let me taste you now and share your lunch juice.”
Time abandoned my brain again. Before I knew it, an incredible wet heat covered my bishop. My cock swelled as it felt hot pressure and an agile tongue. In seconds, I felt her nose pressing my balls then her throat squeezing my cock as she gulped. “Oh, Eve, just hold it there a minute. T-t-there’s nothing like that strong, wet heat on my cock.” All too soon, she had to pull away to breathe. I moaned at the loss. Seconds later, I was deep in her throat again. That time she hummed and I quickly lost it. My gluts clenched, my balls fired several spurts of lunch juice directly into her belly, yet she gulped as she swallowed all of me. I wanted to live in her throat, but I wanted her to live. A blast of cold air swirled around my shrinking cock as it exited her heavenly heat. Eve licked and sucked my cock clean as she moaned her pleasure in savoring my cocktail. Time resumed.
After a few minutes rest, Eve takes my shrunken cock in hand and licks under my bishop before sucking it all into her mouth again. She rolls on top of me and rests her bald lips on my face. As I deeply inhale her intoxicating fragrance, she inhales my semi firm cock. It slowly overcomes the post-spurting pain of premature resurrection and stiffens in her hot mouth. Showing me she genuinely enjoys my taste as much as I love hers, she twists a finger into my ass. That pleasure would have been enough to make me cum if I hadn’t spurted just five minutes sooner.
Time vanished again. Her rubbing and her dripping pussy made me light headed again. Content with those feelings, an unexpected shock zapped my groin from the inside and my gluts reacted without consulting with my brain. Shock after shock, spurt after spurt fired out anew as she continued to milk my prostate and swallow every spurt. With Lazarus fully arisen, my balls continued to contract long after they were empty. Finally, I gasped “St-t-top, p-p-please.” She withdrew her finger to my sphincter and circled it several times to gently extend my high. This was no novice. She spun around and kissed me deeply. While I don’t like the taste of my cum, I made an exception for her. We sucked tongues for minutes as she stroked my anus and watched my cock painlessly shrink to a dick again. Time resumed.
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