I constantly had to worry about my excitable cock betraying me when we interacted. Since it was a family business, we ate lunch together, and I often found myself sitting next to Rita at the crowded table, our hips or shoulders touching. Being a healthy young stud, I often had to wait for everyone to leave before I dared get up from the table, trying to coax my erection to subside.
One day after lunch, Rita and I and a couple of other (nonfamily) employees were sitting outside in the sun in folding chairs talking about this and that, and somehow the conversation got around to dating likes and dislikes. It proceeded to get a bit racy, and I mentioned that after I’ve spent the night making love with someone, I love to make out in bed for a long time in the morning.
As I said this, I noticed Rita shiver, even though it was quite warm, and my mind wandered to images of us doing just that. But I knew that she had a longtime steady boyfriend and was known to be unavailable. So I put it out of my mind and, while continuing to lust after her, didn’t think much more about it.
That all changed when I heard the rumor that for some reason Rita and the boyfriend had broken up, and I noticed that she was flirting with me more openly. Our normal teasing banter was now accompanied by lingering eye contact and subtle “accidental” touches.
One fateful Friday I was teasing Rita about having to spend the weekend hanging around her apartment “like an old lady.” For a while she didn’t say anything. Then she stepped closer to me and said, “Well, then, why don’t you ask me out?”
She had me there, so I did. We made a date to go to dinner Saturday night. We had dinner at a nice Italian place (naturally!) and had a great time. It wasn’t like it was really a date. I had no intention of doing anything other than having dinner and a few drinks. I fully expected her to hop in her VW Bug and scurry home when we were done.
She was wearing a thin scoop-neck top, and I could clearly see the lace of her bra as it strained to hold her big tits. She was also wearing her trademark short shorts and short heels. During our dinner conversation, after a couple of glasses of wine we both became more open. I told her of my love of getting naked outdoors and how I spent lots of time at the many nude beaches up and down the coast.
She blushed and looked away. When I asked what was wrong, she just shook her head and said that she could never do that. It was great fun, I assured her. I said everyone should do it at least once. She repeated that there was no way she possibly could.
I persisted, and said that she would look awesome. At this she looked up and straight into my eyes, holding my gaze there for a long time before whispering, “Do you really think so?”
I reached for her hand, gave it a squeeze, and said, “Absolutely. Promise me you’ll consider it. We could go someplace very private and secluded if that would make it easier.” She said she’d think about it.
After we finished eating, and lingering over a couple more glasses of wine, I said it was getting late and we should call it a night. Rita pouted a little but got up and followed me to my car. We drove back to my house and went in for a nightcap. We sat beside each other on the couch listening to music. I had roommates, but they were out. (It was still relatively early on a Saturday night.)
We talked and laughed until Rita said she guessed she’d better get going. I didn’t object, again thinking that this was a platonic date that had run its course. But I did walk her to her car, and am eternally grateful that I did. At her car, she seemed kind of nervous, so I moved closer to her and gave her a quick, chaste kiss on the lips.
Her reaction stunned me. She threw her arms around my neck and jammed her tongue deep in my mouth. We spent several minutes tongue-kissing frantically. She ground her whole body urgently against mine and moaned while we continued kissing, until she finally broke the kiss and murmured, “I don’t think I’m ready to go home yet.”
I said I didn’t think she should go yet either, and took her hand and led her back into the house. Once inside, we kissed again, and she shoved her big tits in my chest, moaning again while groping me. When her hand gripped my hard cock through my jeans, I hurried her down the hall to my bedroom. As soon as the door was closed, she was on me again, pulling at my button fly and pushing my jeans to the floor. Back in those days I went commando most of the time, so as soon as my jeans cleared my hips, my hard-on jumped out.
Rita grabbed hold of it and groaned, “Mmm, I want you in my mouth.” Dropping to her knees, she immediately took the wet head in her hot mouth and began the most amazing blowjob I’ve ever received. Still fully clothed, she sucked me voraciously, grunting and drooling, giving every ounce of her attention to what she was doing.
In minutes my balls were churning, and I knew it was just a matter of time before I came. I reached to touch her shoulder to let her know. She turned her big brown eyes up to me and said softly, “Come in my mouth.”
I groaned, and she resumed sucking me. Just a few more long, sloppy strokes, and I blasted her throat with a load that felt like it was coming out of my toes. She kept swallowing as I refilled her luscious mouth, ejaculating more than I could ever remember.
When I finally stopped, she looked up at me with lust in her eyes. She stood up, and I eased her shorts down over her full hips, leaving her tiny black lace panties in place. She pulled her top over her head, revealing her mammoth mammaries encased in a heavy-duty black lace bra.
As I moved to unhook it, she gave me a strange look of apprehension and said in a wavering voice, “Now you’ll see why I don’t go to nude beaches.”
I kissed her as I slid the heavy bra off. Her tits fell into my hands, and I was astounded at their size. Each was as big as a cantaloupe, hanging heavily on her chest. Knowing she was self-conscious about them, I lifted each to my mouth and gently sucked and kissed them all over. Her red nipples were as big as my fingertip and incredibly stiff.
I worked the first one over with my tongue, and when I switched my mouth to the other boob, I rolled the first between my fingers. She shuddered and moaned. “Oh, Peter,” she cooed, “that feels so good!”
I eased her down gently on my bed, sucking and licking her as she squirmed and wiggled beneath me. I stopped for a moment and worked my way down her body to her damp panties, which I peeled off slowly. Her cunt was beautiful—trimmed dark hair outlining a wet pink opening.
My cock was hard again, harder than I had ever felt it, and when she reached for it, I arranged myself over her in 69 position. Once again her hot mouth closed over me. I lowered my face to her beckoning pussy and pulled the lips apart. I held her wide open, just looking at her, remembering all the times I’d admired her bulging mound in tight shorts or jeans and thought about licking it. Now here it was in front of me! To make it even better, my cock was buried in her mouth.
I drove my tongue inside her and heard a guttural grunt that I felt around my cock buried in her throat. I flicked her stiff clit and licked and sucked her until her juices were flowing.
“Peter, please,” she gasped, “put it in me! Fuck me now! Please!”
I spun around quickly and climbed on top of her, lining myself up with her buttery opening. As I fell forward on her pillowy tits, she reached between her legs and guided me in. We easily fell into a rhythm and were soon fucking like we were longtime lovers. Her ample hips humped up at me with each thrust, and she clung to my neck, whimpering and squealing.
I caught her bouncing jugs and pushed them together, sucking and licking them as I rode her. As our coupling grew more urgent, her long legs went from being spread wide open to pointing straight in the air to being wrapped tightly about my waist.
I felt her starting to come. “My God, Peter,” she cried, “I’m coming! Ohmygod!”
She threw her body at me as she climaxed in a frenzy, her eyes blazing with lust and arousal. I looked down at her body, her wide hips and tiny waist, my wet cock sawing in and out of her clinging pussy, watching as she kept coming and coming, sweat flying off her and her hair tangled around her grimacing face.
As she struggled to catch her breath, I pulled out and rolled her over on her knees with her big, beautiful ass in the air. She swung it back and forth, seemingly unable to hold still. Her legs were trembling, and her inner thighs were drenched. Her big tits swung heavily underneath her as she looked back at me, her eyes still glittery and wild.
“I love it like this,” she whispered.
I looked down at her gorgeous ass spread out before me, her crinkled pucker winking at me, with her slick lips parted and gleaming below. I couldn’t resist kissing it. I planted wet kisses all over her soft cheeks.
Again I heard Rita’s soft voice: “Oh, Peter, put it in me! Put it in me!”
I pushed my rod up against her, slid it up and down her damp crack a few times, then placed the head at her gooey entrance and slid it in.
“Oh, yessss!” she cried out as I pumped her, holding her hips and jerking her body back and forth. Soon that wasn’t necessary, though. She took up the motion and fucked herself vigorously, slamming her big ass back at me over and over. She was the most vocal woman I’d ever had sex with, and built quickly to another orgasm.
I held her hips as she groaned and yelled and swung her ass in a circle, moving relentlessly. She trembled and shook again as it ripped through her, her juice dousing my balls and running down her thighs. She was really into it by this point. The blushing girl had turned into a cat in heat, and she barely stopped moving as she came.
I had an idea. “Rita, get on top of me,” I said. “I want to see you. I want to suck your beautiful big tits while you fuck me.”
She groaned her approval, and I fell back to lie on the bed beside her. She scrambled to straddle me. Her pussy seemed to just inhale my aching prick. She put her hands on my chest and sat up, wriggling her hips back and forth ceaselessly, unable to get enough. “God, it’s so deep in me!” she moaned.
Her movements widened, and soon the bed was banging on the wall while she clutched her bouncing breasts, squealing and shrieking and trembling on top of me. I took her tits in my hands, squeezing and pinching them. I had never been fucked like this, and was getting light-headed.
Finally I rolled her over again so I was on top. I wanted to be looking her in the eyes when I came. I was very close. As I pounded her writhing body, the room was filled with the sound of our wet flesh slapping together.
At last I groaned that I was going off. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and begged me to fill her up. “Do it, Peter! Shoot it in me! Shoot your hot come in me!” Holding her shoulders for leverage, I slammed into her a few more times, then shouted and stiffened as jism surged up my shaft and into her waiting pussy. I must have convulsed a half-dozen times as she yelped and gasped, clinging to my shoulders and thrusting her hips.
As far as I was concerned it was the fuck of the century. I knew I had never experienced anything like it—and even since then I’ve had few encounters that could compare. I pleaded with Rita to stay the night, but she wouldn’t, fearing that her family would find out somehow and it would create a problem at work.
In the weeks that followed we flirted constantly at work, and I spent half my time hiding in the back of some distant storeroom trying to deflate my erections. We dated a couple more times, and although it was never as volcanic as the first time, it was still some of the best sex I’ve ever had.
One night we were making out in my living room, and Rita wanted me to fuck her there on the couch. She was wearing a short skirt, and eventually I worked it up around her hips while we squirmed and groped each other. I wanted to fuck her with her panties on, so I pulled the black lace aside and just rammed my cock in her. She went ballistic.
We fucked like that for a few minutes, with most of our clothes on. Then she hissed at me, “Take my panties off, Peter! I want to feel you in my pussy.”
I pulled out, and she stroked my cock while she lifted her hips and I pulled the delicate panties off and let them dangle from one of her ankles. I slid my cock back into her, and soon we were fucking intensely.
A few minutes later, just as I was about to come, the front door opened—it was one of my roommates coming home with a date. Rita freaked and pushed me off, but it was too late. I came all over her as she scrambled to pull her skirt back down. My roommate stuck his head around the corner just as I tucked my still-spurting cock in my jeans.
After several awkward moments, the other couple retired to bed and Rita and I were able to finish a red-hot fuck. I whispered to her that I thought she wanted them to see us—to watch her fucking, to see her beautiful big tits, my cock deep inside her. She went nuts and came nonstop, denying it all the while, like the shy young Catholic girl she was.
I still have that pair of tiny black lace panties.
One day at work Rita told me that she and her boyfriend had decided to get back together and this night would be our last date. In her apartment that night she put on a sheer white baby-doll nightie, the kind of exotic lingerie I had never really seen at that point, and we spent at least an hour on foreplay before rutting like animals. The sheer top made her giant tits look like the white cliffs of Dover, and I was blown away, playing with them constantly through the material.
She screamed and yelled and fucked me, both our bodies racked with pleasure. Then she lifted herself off me, knelt between my legs, and looked up at me with those big brown bedroom eyes. “Now,” she whispered, “I want you to come in my mouth.”
I said I would do my best, and after ten minutes of another astonishing blowjob I did just that, filling her gulping mouth with so much come that it overflowed and splashed down onto her tits and ran in thick streams down her neck. It was quite a send-off.
We continued to flirt after Rita and her boyfriend got back together, and I almost got her in bed one more time, but she resisted and it didn’t happen. And I never got her to be naked on the beach with me either. But I’ll never forget those six weeks when I had the most amazing sex of my life. I fantasize about her to this day.
So Rita, if you happen to read this, I hope you remember that time as well as I do, and I hope you’re in a good place.
—Name and address withheld
Wilderness Is Great, but No Match for a Night of Wildness in Bed
I had been hiking the Appalachian Trail for several days, and as much as I enjoy camping out, I was looking forward to a night in a motel, enjoying a good night’s sleep on a real bed.
I had stayed in this same motel the year before and knew that there were various other lodging places in the area, including a fancy resort. I also knew of a café with good local food that attracted both tourists and local people. I was looking forward to eating there after a shower and shave.
I put on a Great Smokies souvenir T-shirt that was clean but looked wrinkled from the way it was packed in my backpack. As I was walking through the café parking lot, I noticed a woman getting out of a car. I guessed that she came from the resort. She had on a shirt that showed her body to perfection, tight jeans, and cowboy boots. Her long hair was in a ponytail.
I reached the café door just before she did and held it open, saying, “Ladies first.” Maybe it was my German accent that charmed her, for she smiled and said thank you. Inside, she wondered if I was alone and if I might like to join her. Of course I said yes, and she asked for a table for two.
At the table she asked if I would like to share a bottle of wine. I’m not much of a wine drinker, and especially with the good country cooking, I was looking forward to a nice cold beer. However, I agreed to a white wine that sounded interesting.
Looking at the menu, she confided that she was unfamiliar with the l
ocal specialties and didn’t know what to order. I told her I had spent time “in these parts” (it must have been the way that “in these parts” came out in my accent that made her smile; she had an incredibly sweet smile) and might be able to help her out with the menu.
After we had ordered, she asked about my Great Smokies T-shirt. I explained that I had grown up hiking all over Europe and now had become fond of hiking in the States, and had been working my way down the Appalachian Trail. She appeared interested. She said she had a few days to fill before picking up her husband at the airport in Nashville, where he would be arriving on business. She had decided to rent a car and drive from Raleigh (their last stop), to get a feel for the area. She had seen interesting sites and been fascinated by local history.
I enjoyed the meal and the conversation, and I have to say that the wine was not bad either. When she had poured the last of the bottle, she asked if I thought we could handle another, then ordered it. I was pleased that she seemed to really enjoy the food that she had ordered—with my help, of course!—and the conversation was flowing easily. She seemed to drink more than her share of the wine, which was fine with me.
She started explaining to me about her cowboy outfit. She said she had grown up on a small ranch out West, and when she was young she rode her own horse every day. Now she was used to living in Los Angeles—except that she had to go to a stable to ride and was lucky to manage it once or twice a week.
But more than anything she missed her childhood horse, Buttermilk. She was shocked when I said it had to be named for Dale Evans’s horse. How did I even know who Dale Evans was?
After we finished the second bottle of wine, I picked up the bill because I had enjoyed her conversation and company. When I got outside, I realized that the meal had taken longer than I planned and it had turned colder than I expected. As I held the door open, she noticed that I had goose bumps. “Oh, are you cold?” she said with a warm smile, offering me an arm.
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