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I had been with my boyfriend for 6 months when it happened, and to be honest with you I had never been happier. I felt settled and knew for sure that I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life, and that nothing would ever change that. But this is not a story of happy endings or channelled desire, this is about how sometimes you can't plan what will happen and the feelings we try so hard to repress can surface and control your life.
It was a Sunday. I'd been working behind the bar all day and looked dreadful, and was sending a text to my boyfriend when he walked in. I didn't think of him in any way other at first glance than as more money in my pocket, but I remember feeling a nagging irritation that I wasn't looking my best. There was something beautiful about this dark, tall stranger. He was so quiet...he stooped to play with one of the local dogs and then took a lone seat at a table and began rolling cigarettes and reading to himself. He seemed so mysterious. I'd always been attracted to the intensity of people like that, and even then I began to feel the stirrings of lust.
As time went on, I thought of him more and more. I felt his gaze on me at work, and it would stay on me when I left. I thought about him when i got fucked by my boyfriend, and it was all I could do to stop myself crying out his name when I would come.
The next time he came to see me at work, I knew I would have to act. I was brazen, I admit:I asked him if he wanted to take me out and although he seemed shy he agreed. I knew I couldn't wait to fuck him...I wanted to feel him moving inside me, to breathe out his name without fear or admonishment.
He took me to a cafe out of town and then we went for a drive. In the car, he put his hand on my thigh and I breathed out deeply. I was so wet, and I knew he was excited but I sensed he was nervous. I told him to stop the car, and we parked by a lake in the dark. The car was full of electricity, and I couldn't help it any longer-I ripped off the constriction of the seat belt and took his face in my hands, kissing deeply. He tasted cool and sweet, and I smelt the faint aftermath of tobacco on his lips. I ran my tongue around the inside of them, and felt the bone structure of his face beneath my fingertips. I traced my hands over his abdomen, sliding them under his sweatshirt to feel the soft skin underneath. I let him circle my breasts with his hands. His fingers were gentle, but he applied more pressure when he sought out my nipples, causing me to moan out in beautiful pain, the pleasure passing in electric bolts under my skin down to my pussy. I was aware I was breathing too heavily...but I couldn't help it, and he laughed and told me to take off my shirt. I tried but he was intent on confusing me, licking my nipples while the layers were caught around my face, blinding me, leaving me vulnerable to sensation...I became caught up in cloth, attempting to struggle free whilst relishing the feel of his hot tongue on my breasts. He squeezed the soft flesh, and ran the balls of his fingers down my stomach, catching all the nerves there.
I was desperate to regain some control...I knew he was aware he had got me into a submissive ball of desire. I badly needed him to play with my pussy until I would come...I only wanted his fingers there. I tried bucking my hips to encourage him to move down but he seemed to be fascinated by my breasts, pressing his face between them and tracing his tongue down to my belly button.
I realised my hand had worked its way down into his trousers and I slipped inside the boxer shorts and moved up and down, gliding a fingernail down the shaft and stroking the head of him. I felt him jerk fully into life, and he abandoned my breasts in a frantic attempt to free his member from its confines of tight materiel. I gazed in wonder, pleased he had yet to wait to see me, glad that that pleasure was yet to come.
"Will you let me fuck you?"he asked me, as I stroked him. I rubbed harder in response, moving the ball of my hand over the head of his penis, feeling moisture, gathering some on my fingertips. I wanted to taste him there, and I moved down into the well of the car between his thighs. I moved my hands between them and he opened them further for me, which pleased me greatly. I loved that this beautiful person would be so turned on by me alone that they would open for me.Gently, I licked the head of him and took some of the shaft into my mouth. Henry groaned, and I felt a shudder between my own thighs. Really, all I wanted was my own selfish pleasure, but I knew to please him would work in my favour later on. I sucked harder, and up and down, feeling the end of his penis encounter the back of my throat and squeezing my lips around his length as I fucked him in and out of my mouth. He was running his hands down my neck, and into my hair and the pleasure spot on my collar bone, stroking my arms and my naked, exposed breasts, murmuring into the still air in the car. Everything I felt was in that moment, I could focus on nothing except the singular presence of his hot, smooth body. Reluctantly, I brought my head back up, and looked into his eyes. His head was back and his jaw was clenched tight, the veins on his beautiful arms stood out, enticing me to kiss them and run my tongue hard over them where they stood out through the skin.
Slowly, he reached down and pulled me up from the base of the car onto his lap, where I straddled him as he kissed me deeply, running his tongue hard over mine. I stroked his face, and he turned me suideways so my head was pressed against the passenger door and my crotch nested on his lap. He opened his door so my legs hung out and I had room to relax, and when he took my knickers off from under my skirt I felt the cool night air glide over my pussy. Gently, he opened my legs for him and moved his hand up between my lips, smiling and placing a kiss on my belly when he felt how wet I was. He opened my inner lips with his first and third fingers and ran his index finger up and down between them, moving the wetness over my insides, stopping just short of my clitoris, teasing me into submission. He held my hips with his other hand to prevent me bucking and rubbing my sensitive clit on his fingers, which is what I was wanting to do. Then, slowly, tantalisingly, he slid fingers deep into my pussy and moved in and out, round and round, allowing me to relish his penetration of my privacy while he peeled back my clitoral hood and prepared my clit.
He removed his free hand from my hips so I could move my body down to cause his poised fingers to fall straight onto my magic place, and in that moment my entire world came to a standstill. All I could think about was letting this amazing person make me come, and I ground my hips up and down over his hands. With his free hand he played with my whole body, touching my breasts, between my buttocks, running over my open vagina. I was gasping and moaning, begging him to fuck me, imploring him never to stop. I felt my orgasm building beneath his incessantly probing fingers and cried out several times, before riding the feeling of release and crashing my head back down on the door handle to rest.
Henry was a true gentleman-he gave me a good 30 seconds to get my breath back while he stroked my burning flesh back into life and I let my hand wander over his penis.
"Oh my God!"I realised he hadn't even come yet, and here I was with my swollen pussy still tingling from my insane come.
Sitting up and climbing back onto him, I kissed him long and deep on the mouth and pulled his head back by his hair to whisper into his mouth"I want you to fuck me harder than you ever fucked anyone before." He smiled and raised me up from underneath my ass, using the skirt rucked around my waist as leverage, and brought me back down hard, impaling me on his stiff penis. The feeling was like nothing else, the shape of him and how he moved inside me brought tears to my eyes. I bucked up and down, holding hard onto his head as he thrust into me. I saw his face begin to change as he fucked me again and again, he called out to me from far away and I begged him to fuck my tight little pussy for ever.
He played with the places between my thighs and buttocks while we moved together, squeezing the membrane of skin separating anus and vagina from both sides, making me scream with pleasure. I was on the brink and there was no turning back, I felt like this was the most personal orgasm anyone had ever given me because we were so close when I came that hard, and he was whispering in my ear and playing with my butt and I was thrashing around on top of him, kissing his face and his neck and the pretty, small bones at his throat. When he came he arched up into me, squeezing my ass down into him so he was as deep as was humanly possible inside me, and when he shot his load of come into me he called out my name, over and over, making me feel like it was me and him and nothing else mattered, out there in the dark.
When we were done I pulled the open door closed and we stayed in our position for what felt like the most blissful few hours of my life but what was probably only minutes, with him shrinking inside me and our arms wrapped tight around each other, my skirt still bunched around my waist like a little schoolgirl whore. He stroked my skin and pulled out, and we kissed and dressed as slowly as possible.
Henry dropped me home early the next morning, and I gave him a final kiss, hanging out of the car window like a lovestruck teenager, knowing with a bolt of sad regret that I'd never see him again.
I left my job soon after, and eventually married my boyfriend and moved out of town. I never told anyone what happened that night, but I know I'll always remember it, tucked away as it is in my mind, nothing more now that a sad, beautiful memory.
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