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By *hadesofm OP Woman
over a year ago
canterbury |
I pull into the gravel car park and park at the bottom corner by the edge of the path so it’s partly shaded by a tree. I wonder what I’m even doing here. This is insane. The car park is empty and I have no idea if you will show.
This is a weird location where although it’s light you kind of still need car lights on due to the remoteness of the area. Not much around here, some trees, woodland, a dog walking path, the beach, a few cliff walks. The kind of place that people have to deliberately go.
It’s a warm Summer evening and the sun is going down but it won’t set for probably another hour or more. The air is still and warm. I don’t know if you are going to arrive and I’m considering how awkward this situation could be.
I’m considering driving out of the car park when I see some headlights coming towards me and I know I have to see it through.
The silver car pulls up beside mine and I think “hmm sleek… could be”
The windows are tinted so I can’t see who is inside. I look at my phone, no message, I look at the time, 2 minutes left, I look back at the silver car. No movement.
Another car can be heard nearby and i listen intently to see if i can work out its location but I can hear that it starts to fade into the distance, clearly taking the long winding road away from here.
Bang on time the car door to the silver car opens and it startles me. I hold my breath for afew seconds, then I see you. I watch as you climb confidently and smoothly out of the drivers seat and close and lock the door with the flick of a button in your hand. Precision. I would expect nothing less. This is insanity. Reminder to myself, don’t leave an anonymous note for your boss with a phone number and a hint at being a mystery admirer.
I never actually expected you to contact the number, so I panicked when you did and wanted more information. You were curious and wanted to know who I was. So I asked you to meet me, here. Away from work. Away from the complications. Of course you asked my name on the message but I wouldn’t tell you. Told him to call me “Shades”, I was after all acting shady.
Yet here we are, you are wearing dark jeans slung low on your hips, and a white shirt which fits your frame as if it was made for you. You look good enough to eat.You stand away from your car just at the edge of the path about 12 feet away from the car.
Show time M, get out of the car. I’m actually shaking but I know I have to get out. I open the door and place one foot out of the door before stepping out myself. I turn to face the direction your in and your casually looking around as if this is the most natural thing in the world.
As I close the door to my car you turn to look at me. I can feel your eyes burning into me but I need a moment to compose myself. I lock the door slowly and then move the hair back from my face and turn to face you.
“Hi” I smile but inside I’m terrified
“Hi, you ok?”
“I … didn’t think you would come”
“I was curious.”
I eye you suspiciously, “and now?” Still curious?”
You laugh “very curious”
I laugh too but it’s mainly just to hide my nerves.
“I’m an open book” I add hopefully
“Hardly!” I can’t tell if your tone is amusement or frustration.
“Let’s walk” I wave towards a path and we walk along for a while. There’s no one else around. Our bodies close but not touching. Your body language difficult to read.
We make small talk mainly, which is kind of awkward. I don’t know if you know that I’m married. I don’t know if you are. I don’t want to talk about work. Lots of topics to avoid as a result.
I have to break the ice but I’m not very good at these things.
“Quick fire questions … for fun… I say sounding like an excited child… favourite colour…”
“Grey”
“That’s a shade not a colour… cat or dog”
“Dog”
“Rather be eaten by a shark or drown at sea?”
“Neither!”
“Tea or coffee”
“Tea”
“Wife’s name”
“Not …married” you pause and eye me suspiciously
“Interesting…”
There’s an awkward silence for a while, and then you break it.
“Ok, same questions back… favorite colour …”
“Don’t have one”
“Who doesn’t have a favourite colour! Cat or dog?”
“Dog”
“Eaten by shark or drown at sea?”
“Eaten by a shark because it ll be quicker”
“Tea or coffee”
“Neither”
“Husbands name…”
“Not… telling”
You stop and turn to look at me. Raising one eye in a questioning manner.
“Look I didn’t say I wanted anything from you. I just wanted you to know that I’m weird for a reason. Weird because …”
You stare at me for just a little bit too long and I lose my nerve.
I just stare at you, and I’m beginning to think this was a terrible idea. I look around at where we are walking and we are not really heading anywhere, so I just pick a direction and branch off, the path turns to mud here, it’s well warn but not a designated foot path. It looks like It’s leading to the top of the cliff. At least there will be a good view even if this goes horribly, I think to myself. There are bushes and long grass on either side of us and one section we have to walk single file and I’m just hoping I won’t fall off the edge of the earth in my knee high boots. That would be a tragic end for the boots.
You are clearly feeling a bit awkward too but You ask me about work as a default.
I explain that I haven’t been there that long and don’t intend to stay.
“Something wrong with us?”
“Oh there is nothing wrong with you” I reply coyly
We reach an opening and we are Infact at the top of a cliff. The view is pretty spectacular, and I just stare at the colours of the now setting sun.
“What a view…”
You agree and then I smirk and say “I meant you”
You laugh, and just reach out to gently nudge my arm “charmer!”
This time we both laugh, our eyes locked and my heart racing. I tear my eyes away only long enough to look at your mouth and as I do it’s as if the permission code has been detonated. In one movement we are suddenly kissing and touching each other. I don’t know who really initiated it nor do I care. We both lean into each other, Our mouths hungry for each other, our tongues entwined, inside me a fire burns and it spreads from my head to my groin. It’s as if every nerve in my body is being ignited by a series of pinballs bouncing around inside me. My body on sensory overload as I can feel you, and smell your aftershave and taste you at once. My hands grip your waist and pull you into me as I press myself against you. Everything about you feels firm, your torso, your manhood, your hand that grips my waist. I press my hand against your torso, running my hands over your chest, then your stomach, feeling your firm muscles beneath my fingers. The times I have thought about this. Your kissing my neck as if our bodies are communicating without the need for words. I am wild with desire at finally being able to get my hands on you and I can’t contain myself. I rest my hands on the waist band of your jeans and I can feel the the band of your Calvin Klein boxers just peeking out of the top and it serves as a guide for my direction. I undo the top button of your jeans and your zip. You break away from kissing me and eye me suspiciously as I edge down, first your jeans and secondly your boxers. Freeing your erect penis for my access, it bobs in front of me. I’ve thought about your body so many times since I first met you 4 months ago I am not letting this opportunity go.
I drop to my knees and explore your erect penis with my mouth, it glistens with moisture and turns my heat into a ragging furnace inside. I hold your cock in my hand and glide it into my mouth as far as I can, testing to see how much of you I can take. A gasp escapes you, and I take that as a good sign. My movements deliberate as I switch between flicking my tongue over your helmet which causes a twitch from your member, and taking you in my mouth, this time I tease you taking just an inch or two at a time, working back and forth with a gentle motion, I look up at you to see your expression and realise your watching me.
I glide you further into my mouth and maintain eye contact as I build momentum. Taking more and more of you each time. My speed increases and I position one hand on your thigh to steady myself, as I take you faster and deeper. Finally I take all of you and I gag as you hit the back of my throat, I don’t care, I hold you there wanting to devour you, wanting to hold this image.
The sun is setting to my right and I can see a splatting of colour painted across the sky as I focus all of my efforts on sucking your cock. It’s fast and messy and delicious. Saliva is dribbling down my chin and I periodically go back to licking your helmet, sliding my tongue down the base of your shaft to your balls. I tease your balls with my tongue and take one in my mouth and carefully suck it, before swapping for the other. Your body is flexing and there is a tension in your bum and thighs, your trying to remain still but I can feel you suppressing your urges. Finally your hand fists in my long dark hair, at the base of my head, again your watching me as I slide my lips around you and down your shaft this time you guide my head, slow and precise, a groan escapes you, low and guttural, it ignites a moan of appreciation that is muffled by the mouthful of cock, but you continue to build momentum gliding me firmly. I lay my tongue flat along the underside of your shaft and focus on sucking as much of you as I can. I glide on and suck hard on the retreat, your hand tightens around my hair and I decide you must like that, so I look up at you as I repeat, sliding on, sucking hard as I retreat, your lips are apart your breathing heavy. Your eyes stare at me, but they are shining now, it’s as if your not really here anymore. I slide my hand from your thigh round to your balls and massage them gently, another sound escapes you, my left hand to your bum and pull you into my mouth, your cheeks clenched and firm. You are intoxicating. I continue massaging your balls and suck slow, hard and deep, on the length of your shaft. And then I feel it, it explodes through your body like a firework, the tension released through your thighs, your core, your balls.
“Fuck!”
And you shoot your hot cum into my mouth, it spurts in short blasts initially to the back of my throat and then on my tongue. I remain still, wanting to milk it all from you, sucking you, less harshly now, drinking in your cum, swallowing and licking your shaft clean.
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