A Night of Firsts

Journal entry; 02/15/07, 3:30am:


Oh what an evening it has been! I was hesitant about the whole idea he had planned for tonight, but the eager anticipation I saw on his face when he picked me up abandoned any remaining reserve. As we drove away, he said he had the perfect place picked out for our night of firsts.  It turns out his perfect spot was a small clearing within the town's backwoods. No sooner had he parked the Jeep, he jumped into the back and gestured with a crook of his finger to join him. I moved to sit beside him, however before I could do so, he turned me to face the roll bar. He came to stand behind me and his arms reached around, hugging me tightly for a moment. He placed a kiss on the side of my neck as his hands undid the buttons of my dress, easily slipping it away.

The cool evening breeze blew over my nakedness and instinctively my hands rose to conceal myself. His hands covered mine, lowered them to the bar and gently patted them before letting them go. I glanced at him as he shed his clothes, my eyes taking in his uncovered flesh as he went. When his hands reached the last remaining button of his jeans, I raised my eyes to his face and he winked at me right before he dropped his jeans. I smiled then, knowing this will be the Valentine's gift I will always remember and I turned back to look out into the field surrounding us. He took hold of me again, relaxing me while his hands ran over my shoulders, down my spine and along my ribs. I felt the gentle twitching of his cock as it rested against a cheek of my ass.

One of his hands glided further over my skin, reaching under me to caress a breast. Long, narrow fingers teased lightly over the already-taut nipple, bringing forth a groan from my lips. My hand slipped from the bar and lowered to cover his, increasing the pressure. Seeming to know what I needed, he pinched the nipple, rolling it between his fingers. I moaned and arched my back as he began to rub his cock slowly along my slit, parting the moist folds.

I admit it, being outdoors for a sexual encounter was truly not as bad as I had imagined. I was so easily excited by the scenario and his slightest touch. I didn't want to take this slow and easy. I reached behind me to caress his sac, urging him on with a gentle tug. He took the bait and a hold of my hips and began to enter me. I let him go and braced myself against the bar, thinking this is it. Looking forward to the sudden state of fullness, I instead received a hard slap on my ass. I sucked in a deep breath and before I could respond to the stinging tingle on one cheek, he surged forward, filling me to the hilt.

I smiled to myself, feeling him deeply within me. He didn't start moving as I had hoped, rather he withdrew slightly as his hands moved up my back to grip my shoulders. I tried to push back against him, to fully reconnect our bodies but our position gave him the upper hand and all I could do was wait. He leaned over me, the heat from his body warmed my breeze-blown skin. He placed a kiss on my earlobe and whispered to hold on. I wrapped both my hands around the bar just as he slammed his hard length back into me.

The tantalizing rhythm began as he withdrew and re-entered, slowly at first, seeming to savor the journey of each push. As I began to move against him, his pace increased. Soon our movements were matched, thrust for thrust. I could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of my wet pussy. My breasts swayed; the nipples even harder from the friction of rubbing against the cloth seats. I groaned aloud as the pressure started to build. One of his hands left my shoulder, moving immediately to my clit. His fingers stroked over the sensitive bud, drawing out the waiting climax.

I screamed into the night as my pussy throbbed. Unintelligible words turned into deep, masculine groans as his arms came around me, holding me tightly to him. His frenzied pace turned into long, sure strokes as his own climax began to take hold. He placed a kiss upon my neck then lowered his mouth to my shoulder, biting down as I felt his body tense. He slammed into me once, twice more, his hot juices mingled with mine.

He held me for a tender moment, running his tongue over the raised flesh of my shoulder. He rose slowly away from me, pulling me with him as he sat on the bench seat. Sitting on his lap, I tucked my head into the crook of his arm as my fingers splayed over his chest. He kissed me then, deeply, his tongue probing and dueling with mine. When he finally pulled back all I saw was mischief in his eyes. I felt the small twitch of his semi-hard cock and knew then I was gonna eat the words of my motto; 'I'll try anything once, twice if I like it.'