Megan
John smiles gently and tucks my hair behind my ear.
“Thank you for trusting me enough to come for a walk in the park with me tonight,” comes his low voice.
Before I can respond, he leans in and passionately kisses me again. Every stroke of his tongue against the roof of my mouth births another butterfly in my stomach. I feel his huge body climbing on top of me, pressing down on me. I think to myself that I should do something sexy, grab the back of his neck, or arch my back to push my breasts up into his chest.
But I am so entranced by his touch that I can’t move. I’m literally melting at his touch, feeling pure ecstasy from the taste he leaves behind on my lips. It’s cinnamon, clover, and something all male, mixed with the headiness of our wine.
I feel him tracing my jaw line with the tip of his tongue, slowly but surely making his way to my neck. A few long kisses here and then his breath is hot on my ear. He nibbles softly at my ear lobe while firmly gripping my hip with his opposite hand.
I feel him begin to hike my skirt up, exposing my legs to the cool night air. He slowly runs one finger between my inner thigh and the edge of my white lace panties. A chill runs up my spine as I think about the fact that it’s only a matter of time until he’s going to dive underneath the lace and realize just how wet I have become, and how turned on I am by his simple touch.
John’s hand remains over my panties as he begins to slowly rub my clit. While working with his hand, he makes his way down to my stomach with his lips, kissing where the band of my dress once sat. He removes his hand and replaces it with his tongue, licking through the lace. I moan deliciously, arching my back.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growls with a smile.
I can’t answer, but a small keening cry comes from my lips. He grins, and then I feel his teeth grab the fabric gently, stripping it from my most sensitive place.
Oh my god. I have a moment of hesitation; an inkling of panic grows inside me telling me that I should stop him because we’re in public! We’re in Central Park, lying on the grass during a moonlit night, and anyone could come by. But I don’t have the will because when will I ever get this chance again? I’m here with a handsome older man who’s made me swoon with nothing more than a few butterfly kisses. It feels too good, and I want him, public or not.
He takes hold of my ankles to manipulate my legs, first bending them up close to my bare behind and then spreading them wide enough for him to fit comfortably between. I feel his soft warm tongue make its way up and over my clit and then back down again, stopping momentarily in each direction to lay a passionate kiss on my most sensitive area, adding a gentle nibble on the way back up.
He wraps his arms around the crease where my thighs meet my hips and pulls me in tight as his tongue dives deep inside of me. I grab a clump of dew-laden grass and let out a passionate moan.
“Ohhhh,” is my delicious sigh as I twist beneath him. “YES.”
John smiles again into my wetness, and fastens his mouth on my clit for a devastating suckle. I feel my legs growing weak, my inner thighs starting to tremble with pleasure. It seems as if I can feel each and every cell in my body, each tiny dot inside of me spontaneously burning up with ecstasy. On an X-ray, I’m sure my body would look like a field of fireflies, their tiny bulbs illuminating the dark with explosions of light and joy.
But before I can come to my senses, John pulls away and the brisk air of the night blows between my legs once again. He begins to slowly climb back up to meet me face to face, but I can’t wait. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him up before we begin to passionately kiss once again.
I use my leg to push his waist up and off of me, allowing enough space for my hand to slide between our bodies. I undo his belt and with a low growl, he turns over on to his back in anticipation. It’s my turn to return the favor, and I can’t wait. I help him undress and then take a moment to take him all in, kneeling next to him on the grass. This man is a god. The moonlight runs over his heavily muscled frame, illuminating six pack abs, a wide chest, and thick, powerful legs.
But it’s not just that. I can’t help but notice that he is tremendously turned on as well, his cock rock hard and erect, waiting for my touch.
“Put it in your mouth, baby,” he rasps, those blue eyes almost glowing. “Taste me, sweetheart.”
I let out a mewl, and using my hand, I guide him into my mouth. For a moment, I wonder if I will be able to take him in fully, but after a few deep indrawn breaths through my nostrils, I manage. It’s the perfect fit. The sweet and salty mix of John’s skin and his pre-come consumes me and turns me on until I’m vibrating with desire. I need to feel him inside of me now.
Backing off, his huge member glistens as it exits my mouth. I cough a few times, and John looks at me with amused eyes.
“You’ll get used to it with practice, baby girl. But you did great this first time.”
With practice? Does that mean I’ll see him again? Regardless, I take his shaft into my hand once again, this time moving on top to straddle him as I do. He looks stunned and deeply satisfied at once, loving my confidence. I smile at him in return, and he folds his hands behind his head, his blue eyes glowing as he takes in the sight of my curvy female form poised above him. My own chin tilts up, and we both let out moans of pleasure as I slip him inside of me, lowering my hips down to meet his.
“Fuck honey, you feel amazing.”
I know exactly what he means because it feels like we were made to be like this. I’ve hooked up with my fair share of guys in NYC, but none have felt so good before. He’s huge, stretching me almost uncomfortably and yet I welcome the momentary discomfort. We’re still for a moment, savoring one another, but then I raise myself again, before descending once more onto his huge shaft.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he moans, his hands coming up to curve around my breasts. “You’re gorgeous.”
I can’t answer because he feels too good inside. I tilt my head back and moan again, moving myself up and down his body. My breasts tremble and shake, my movements becoming more frenetic.
“Yes,” he rasps. “Find your pleasure, sweetheart. Use my body to make yourself feel good.”
I plant myself on him one more time, and then let out a high, keening wail as my pussy explodes. Powerful contractions grip his cock inside me, and he too lets out a roar. His dick twitches and then explodes, hot reams of semen spurting into my womanhood as I pulse frantically, loving the connection.
Finally, I collapse onto his chest, breathless and sweaty. He wraps his arms around me tightly and holds me steady. I feel so at peace here in his arms. John gently kisses the top of my head and whispers.
“Sweetheart, that was amazing, but I should get you home.”
I giggle lightly, trailing a finger up and down his broad, bronzed chest.
“That was fun,” is my coy reply. He merely kisses my head again.
“I know, baby, but it’s time for big girls to get their beauty sleep. You did a lot of work today, and I want these curves well-rested for the next time we’re together.”
The next time? Will there be one? Giggling again, I start pulling on my panties, and John helps me. His big hands are gentle, zipping up my dress and even kneeling before me to help me get into my high heels. Then, he calls a black car, and before I know, I’m being whisked home.
I step back into my apartment and fall backwards against the door, daydreaming about what just happened. I just had a hot encounter with a handsome stranger, and my flushed cheeks and vibrating curves are testament to that. But then, it dawns on me: we didn’t exchange contact information! All I have is his name: John Miller, and that’s a very common moniker.
Will this just be a perfect, spontaneous memory? Were we only meant to meet for one night and then part ways?
I climb into bed, dizzy and sated, yet wondering what the universe will bring next.