It’s a special day – your birthday perhaps, I tell you a few days before that we’ll be going out…..”Somewhere nice, so wear something you feel really good in – something sexy might be good.” I suggest with a smile.
To your surprise, for our ‘special evening’, I drive away from the city. You’d been sure we would be spending the evening in a hotel and started to wonder what the night held in store. For the past two days I’d been dropping hints about wanting this to be a memorable night, something “exciting” and “out of the ordinary”.
Your curiosity had been aroused even more when you’d seen me place a small, velvet bag in the overnight bag I’d packed before we set off. You hadn’t asked but you were fairly sure there was something of a sexual nature attached to that bag. You’d decided not to ask me anything but let the tension build, flirting with me as we started out.

But now where were we going?
You become amused and intrigued as we drive for about ninety minutes out of town, for the latter part along the rough tracks of a State forest, the moon full and creamy in the summer sky.
I turn off onto a narrow track, which doesn’t seem to lead anywhere until I pull the car up outside the dark shape of a low building. Finding our way by the moonlight, I lead you the short distance to the door of what seems to be a holiday cabin. Near the coast you realize, as you can hear waves breaking on rocks a short distance away.
Holding your hand, I lead you through the door into what appears to be quite a well-furnished room. I point out a comfortable sofa, where you sit and watch with increasing amazement as I move around the room lighting candle after candle – dozens of them, to slowly reveal a large, tasteful room whose centerpiece is a rustic table filled with delicacies; cheeses, canapés, fruit, bottles of wine and a large bucket of ice crammed with champagne bottles.
You start to wonder how I could have organized all this but your thoughts are interrupted by an offer of champagne from me, the dancing flames of countless candles reflected off the frosted glass.

You have only just tasted your first chocolate-dipped strawberry when you feel my hands on your shoulders. You are sitting down and I’m standing behind you, my body close against your back. You continue eating the fruit, appearing to be oblivious, as my hands move gradually downwards, relishing the satin smoothness of the material of your dress and the warmth of your body underneath. You lean your head back and tantalizingly drop the last bite of strawberry into your open mouth at the same time as my palms cup your breasts. My hands curve around their shape and feel the weight of them as my thumbs slide across the quickly hardening nipples.

I hold your hand and stand you up, turning you round to face me. I smile as I stand back to admire you in your sexy, short, black dress. I gaze at your lovely face, that amazing cleavage, the wonderful curve of your waist and hips. I feel a strange mix of spiritual connection and primeval lust. I tell you to take your dress off. You reach behind and unzip it, shrugging your shoulders to let it fall at your feet. You hear me sigh, almost groan when I see that you have worn your slinkiest, black teddy underneath.
I reach out, you think to caress your body at first but then I take you by the arm and lead you up a couple of steps to a raised part of the room. This portion of the cabin is divided into two sections by a kind of elaborate lattice (an exotic Arabian Nights flavour to it, you think). Each of these “rooms” contains a soft queen-size bed covered in cushions and surrounded by a sheer, white muslin drape. I move towards the furthest bed, slide the curtain to one side and ask you to lie down on your back.

You relax and watch as I undress down to my briefs, you can see that I’m aroused and as I move closer and stand beside the bed, you reach out and lightly trace the outline of the bulge in my underwear with your fingertips. I start to stroke inside the thigh of your slightly raised leg as you now cup your hand around my bulge. You can feel my crotch moving and growing as you start to move your other hand over your own body.
You writhe your body languorously as your left hand moves over your breast, squeezes a nipple for a while, then snakes lower. You notice my eyes widen slightly as you move your hand between your legs, pressing and massaging your crotch. Slow moans escape your lips as you rub yourself through the flimsy material of your teddy and you feel the first touches of wetness on your fingers.

You tell me to take my briefs off – you want to see what kind of an effect you’re having on me. As I remove the last of my clothes, my cock springs free and you see that the head is already quite wet but not yet as fully hard as you know it can be. You decide to give me a real show and, as I kneel on the bed next to your hips, you snap open the fasteners at the crotch of your teddy.
Now you can give full attention to your own body, knowing from past experience what a thrill I will get from watching you excite yourself.
You move your left hand down to your recently trimmed bush and use your fingers to separate your outer lips. You teasingly slide the fingers of your right hand around your vulva, smearing your now ample juices as you slide your fingers upwards along the length of your slit. You do this three or four times, relishing the little shudders of arousal each stroke induces, then, very deliberately, slide your middle finger into your cunt. You have closed your eyes now and are enjoying the warm, flowing sensation in your loins. You draw your finger slowly out and offer it to me to lick the juices off, which I do with excited enthusiasm; it tastes so rich and sultry. Then you return your hand between your legs, raise and widen your thighs even more as you insert first two and then three fingers inside yourself.
Moving, massaging, squirming your now soaking fingers around inside yourself, you rub and stroke the places that excite you most, sometimes with just the fingertips, then plunging all your fingers deep inside as far as the knuckles, the sound of wet, sticky flesh seeming loud in the silent room
You hear me gasp and you open your eyes to see me kneeling in front of you, watching intently every move you make. You look down my body and see that I’m gripping my cock tightly and moving my hand backwards then slowly forwards, the foreskin now sliding easily over the wet, bulbous head. You watch my cock for a while, admiring the size and thickness of it, seeing with pleasure how your teasing act has brought it quickly to full stiffness. You feel yourself being aroused by the slightly illicit act of watching me masturbate and are suddenly taken with an overwhelming desire to have my meat inside you, even three fingers aren’t enough, you need to be filled completely. You now grab my cock with impatience and pull it down between your legs. Growling “Fuck me.” in my ear, you open your legs wide and grip my ass with your hands as you lead me towards your hot, wet hole.

The sensation of being filled up is almost overwhelming as you pull my body down onto you, feeling my prick sliding deeper and deeper inside you – never seeming to stop until, just as you think you can take no more, I start to move back. You feel the fullness of my hard cock rub against your inner lips as I pull out, sending shivers through your groin. Before you lose me completely, you grab my hips and pull me towards you again, loving the thrill of my engorged member pushing its way steadily into you.
Once more I move out but you wrap your legs around my lower back, your knees raised, giving you a sense of complete openness. Then, with your heels against my ass, you push me down hard so that I drive suddenly into you, my laden balls slapping against your ass as my groin presses up against yours. My body is in the perfect position against yours now as I grind against your clitoris with each thrust. You feel my body slide across yours as we feed off the heat of each other’s passion. You’re not sure if it’s sweat or your juices you can feel trickling between your legs. Each time I raise my hips, you pull me back into you, to feel me filling you again and again. I’m thrusting faster now, ramming my hard cock deep into you in a wild, frenzied rhythm. You love the feel of me, filling your whole body, splitting you apart. You hear my breathing become shorter – low grunting breaths. You know I’m going to come soon. Then, without warning, you feel a warm shivering that starts at your clitoris and spreads from your groin, out to every part of your body.
You are still vaguely aware of me fucking you, of my body pounding wetly against yours but your mind and body seem overtaken with the electric tension of your impending orgasm.

You want me to be with you in your pleasure and you bring your hand around behind me. You run your fingernails lightly across my balls and up my perineum to my ass. Then, as you place the tip of your middle finger at the tight entry to my ass and start to push in, you feel my legs and back stiffen. I gasp and growl and my hips thrust forward in a series of jerking spasms, my cock seeming to swell with each tremor as it spurts its jets of creamy fluid into your hot, pulsating chasm.
Then your own orgasm takes you with full force and you cry out with a breathless yell as your whole body is suffused and shaken by a seemingly endless tide of shockwaves of pleasure. You cling to me to pull me closer, you want to feel me all over you, inside you, as the thrill of orgasm continues to sweep up and down your body in slowly diminishing ripples. You become dimly aware of me kissing your face and mouth, of me still trembling inside you as a rivulet of our combined juices eases its way down from your slit to between your ass cheeks. Now you too flow down into a darker place, warm and moist and flavoured with sated lust. But your passion, you feel, has been awakened so completely that it won’t be long before you will be wanting to immerse yourself once more……………

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