Loading...It was early spring in DC. While my love life was hardly what I would call “on the skids”, it had been lackluster as of late. One would naturally assume that the night club scene would be a meat market. To a great extent, it is. Night after night I went to various spots. My friends had gotten into the habit of telling me during this period that I was too picky or that I just needed a good romp to get out of my funk. I would laugh it off.
True, I could have probably gotten laid whenever I wanted. The truth is that I wanted something fantastic, something that filled my needs spiritually as well as physically. It doesn’t have to be great sex in order to have that type of connection either. For about two weeks, I became a hermit. I had plenty of toys to keep myself entertained but let’s be honest, there is no substitute for a warm-blooded human being grasping for you as you grind against one another into ecstatic bliss.
I admit it wasn’t bad at first, but at the end of two weeks I had full blown cabin fever. I itched for sex. Needed to have that contact.
One Saturday morning, I decided enough was enough. I just had to get out and go somewhere. I figured a short road trip would do me some good. I was driving along the interstate when I saw the signs for a nature preserve. It might be nice to get outdoors and enjoy some fresh air, I thought. The place had several trails open, but I decided on the one that wrapped around the lake. The park ranger told me to be careful of snakes and to watch for the big spider webs that were along the paths. I was suddenly very glad that I had dressed in jeans and hiking boots before leaving the house.
The park was beautiful with the canopy of deep green leaves covering the walkway. There is nothing quite like spring to get spirits and libidos racing. Still, I found it quite peaceful. The breezy air was quite refreshing, a far cry from the nearby stale and polluted version of it within the Capital. The only sounds I heard were from the birds and squirrels. It was such a change from the loud bustle of the city streets at home. I made my way down to the lake and found myself a nice shady spot to sit back, relax, and watch the wildlife. The sounds of nature had nearly lulled me to sleep when I heard the sound of footsteps.
My eyes opened to see the figure of a stunning woman coming towards me. My heart skipped the proverbial beat as I took in her beauty. She was taller than me and lean, very athletic. Her long blond hair hung in a loose braid, swaying from side to side as she walked. Her hiking boots and outdoor attire, complete with khaki shorts and white cotton button up shirt, hinted that she was probably a regular on these types of outings. She looked as if she were heading out on an expedition to some exotic location.
“Oh, hi. I didn’t mean to disturb you,” she said.
“No, you didn’t. My name is Angelica.” I waved casually.
And just like that, I was hooked. I just couldn’t let her getaway. “You can join me if you like.”
“Sure. I’m Kara.”
She plopped her backpack on the ground beside me and the two of us fell into easy conversation. I had just met this woman and we were talking like we’d known each other for years. It turned out she was in a similar if not the same boat as me, tired of the dating scene. She, too, was a recent convert to the hermit lifestyle. I had asked what bars she had hung out at and I recognized the names as some of the same lesbian clubs I had frequented. How could I have missed this stunning woman as many times as I had been in those places?
We shared a few laughs about those clubs and the other regulars, pointing out their various quirks. We even tried our hand at mimicking some of the patrons and the bartenders. As she tilted her back to laugh, I was drawn to the way her neck arched. Sensuous in every conceivable way, my mind began to drift to other paths.
I couldn’t help but fantasize about the hot sex we could have had if we had hooked up at one of those bars. I could almost taste her lush lips and feel her breasts in my hands. My pussy dampened at the thought and I was overcome with a need to take her in my arms and make my daydreams a reality, but I managed to restrain myself. I wasn’t certain, but from the look on her face it seemed Kara might be having the same deliciously naughty thoughts. Suddenly, she turned away as if afraid she might have been too forward in some way.
For the first time, there was an awkward silence between us. My heart was pounding within my chest at this point and I desperately wanted to make a move. I should have. For the life of me, I did not know why I hadn’t yet. I mean, wasn’t open boldness a trait I possessed an abundance of? She broke the seconds of silence with a smile and I began to long for those lips as they parted and formed words.
“Are you hungry? I have some snacks if you are,” she asked, taking her eyes off of me while reaching for her satchel.
Her words shook me from my erotic reverie. I was hungry, but not for food. I wanted Kara.
We made small talk again as she opened the satchel. Kara had begun to rummage through the contents of her bag when her hand brushed against mine. The sexual energy between us had been growing since she sat down, and now it was undeniable. Without realizing it, we had stopped talking and were gazing into each other’s eyes. It was that moment before a first embrace with a new lover. Our lips brushed in a soft kiss before my tongue slipped between her lips. She greeted it frantically with her own as her hand ran the length of my leg. I felt her fingers tug at my zipper while her other hand moved up my shirt. The sudden pain as she pinched my nipple sent a chill through my body and I wrapped my legs around hers, pulling her close. Her blouse unbuttoned easily, allowing me to reveal her breasts. The nipple tasted sweet as I took it into my mouth and sucked. She moaned, pressing my head into her chest as her hand slid into my unzipped pants. Her fingers rubbed my clit to an erectness that was very familiar to me and I knew that I had found a good lover. Mt clit felt hard and engorged as a phallus in need of release as Kara played with it as easily as Jimmy Hendrix could make magic on the guitar.
We laid back on the ground, the leaves crunching behind my head as she relaxed on top of me. Her hand found its way into my panties and her fingers darted inside of me without hesitation. They moved slowly at first, but they increased in speed and urgency with each thrust. I lifted my shirt giving her access to my breasts. She hungrily sucked the nipple through the soft cotton. Her tongue flicked the tip and with each movement my insides grew moister. My hips arched forcing her to penetrate me deeper with every move. She began to plunge more frantically inside me, her fingers teasing all of my secret places. I grabbed her wrist and pressed it onto my swollen clit, sending waves of euphoric warmth throughout me. She sucked my nipple harder, biting it with the tips of her teeth. It was the perfect balance between pleasure and pain as her hand continued to work inside of me. Suddenly, she lunged it deeper inside forcing the firmness of her palm onto my clit. I felt every muscle in me tense and relax over and over again as the orgasm shook my body; sheets of my nectar enveloped her hand and dampened my panties. I was left spent and shaking from the release.
Kara smiled down at me before planting a long kiss on my still quivering lips. It calmed my body and rekindled my desire. I reached behind her, cupping her buttocks in my hands. They were firm and plump under the stiff fabric of her hiking shorts. I ran my fingers across them before settling on the taut muscles of her thighs. I grabbed a leg in each hand, spreading them wide over my waist. I ran my fingers up her shorts, pulling her panties away from her moist pussy as she straddled me. I slid one hand inside while the other worked her clit. Her muffled moan of desire escaped through our kiss as the tip of her blond braid tickled my still exposed breast. Her juices moistened my hand as I worked her into a heated frenzy. She moved her hips in an urgent rhythm on my hands and I responded by plunging my fingers further into her. Her body writhed as it moved in circular motions, grinding her clit against my thumb.
Kara was so caught up in the moment that even the slightest touch was euphoric for her. I licked my lips before wrapping their moistness around the tips of her breast. Her sighs of pleasure encouraged me as I began sucking, harder and harder until it seemed I would take all of it into my mouth, devouring the soft creamy flesh. Kara was unable to suppress the orgasm sweeping across her, forcing her body to convulse as her sweet juices covered my hands and coated my crotch.
She collapsed on the ground beside me. We looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, sharing a deep kiss before composing ourselves. When we were sure we would be presentable to any passerby, Kara rested her head on my shoulder and we lay there for hours talking and cuddling before we decided to grab a bite to eat. As we made our way back to our cars, the discussion turned towards continuing our lovemaking somewhere more private. The question now was her place or mine?
As luck would have it, she lived closer. A good five minute drive, in fact. Those minutes driving to her apartment were quite possibly the most agonizing of my life. My pussy throbbed with want and the very center of me was red hot to the touch. My breasts ached to be touched and kissed by Kara. I could still taste her on my lips.
I couldn’t get there soon enough. I parked the car and went over to where she stood. I threw myself on her, our lips playing a frantic game of possession as we explored each other anew. Kara had the resolve to pull herself away from me. I was quite disappointed at first, but when she grabbed my hand and led me to her door, my mood changed considerably. It was a short walk and a first floor apartment.
We were able to reach the door without further incident, but Kara was as anxious as I was. Fumbling with her keys, she threw the door open, waited long enough for me to come in, and slammed it shut. Forcing me up against the wall, she bit down my neck and somehow unbuttoned my pants. The next thing I knew Kara had put her hand between my legs. I moaned in delight as my juices flowed onto her hand. But I wasn’t going to let her have all of the fun. I walked her over to the couch and she lay down as I ran my hands over the body that I had fantasized touching in the car. Kara turned her dark green eyes, stormy with passion towards mine.
“Angelica, I want to make love to you so bad!”
I managed a hoarse, “Do it.”
Kara smiled, reaching up and pulling me down to her lips and kissed me gently, then fiercely. “Touch me,” she moaned, placing my hand on her breast. Eagerly, I unbuttoned the blouse, revealing her naked chest to me once more. Her nipples stood erect as I ran my tongue slowly around them while squeezing her firm breasts. She tilted her head back and moaned, grabbing my hand and placing it between her legs. Her juices were flowing, streaming down her thigh. I scooped some up with two fingers and licked it off, enjoying Kara’s expression of agony as she watched me circle my fingers with my tongue with gentle strokes while I tugged at her nipples, keeping them hard.
“Fuck me Angelica,” she pleaded, “Please. I’m so horny for you.” She sat up slightly so that her hips were spread over mine. She brought my hand down to her pussy and moaned as I slipped two fingers in her snatch, probing for her g-spot. I pushed her back onto the pillows and began to lick her pussy with long, nimble strokes, teasing her clit, and then pulling away. I shoved two more fingers in her snatch and moved them faster as she bucked her hips to match my rhythm. She grasped the edge of the couch and moaned. I could tell she was close, so I clamped my mouth around her clit. Unable to hold it back and longer, she came in spurts, coating my mouth and chin. I eagerly sucked it off and buried my lips into hers again as she rode the wave to another climax, and then another. Shuddering, she lay back on the pillows and moaned loudly.
Then, she sat up and kissed me deeply, inserting four fingers into my dripping snatch. She pushed down my pants and tore off my panties, admiring my mound. Gently, she circled my clit with her tongue, squeezing my nipples roughly. I tilted back my head in ecstasy, close already. She pumped her fingers faster. I tried to resist the climax, wanting it to last forever. I couldn’t hold it in for long. I came quickly, moaning her name as she sucked my juices off of my thighs and buried her tongue into my clit again. The pleasure was too much. I screamed, grasping her hair and pressing her face to my pussy as I came again, sobbing her name.
She pulled me into her arms and kissed me softly on the forehead. “You are sinfully perfect,” she said, “I can’t help but want more.”
“Take it,” I murmured, reaching up to pull her down to me, gently kissing her lips, which were swollen with our fierce lovemaking.
My head was still spinning from the pure euphoria of it all. My breasts hung low and brushed up against her soft curvy back. I wanted more of her. I wanted to relive all of the passion and the intensity of the last hour, but didn’t dare touch her too much for fear it was all a fantasy, a dream.
As I pressed into her she stirred slightly. She was very real and just looked so beautiful, bathed in the setting sun. I lightly stroked a strand of hair away from her face, her beautiful face. Had this really happened? I moved off of her just enough to reveal the rest of her perfectly shaped body in the emerging shadows . Her skin was pearly white and smooth as silk. Her ass was round and firm to a fault. I could feel myself getting wet just from looking at her.
I leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck. Gently I started to rub her feet as she laid back and relaxed. Her feet were so small and pretty; everything about her was so perfect. I couldn’t help but get aroused as I rubbed from her toes all the way up her calves.
“That feels good.” she cooed as I continued to massage her. She sat up and crawled over to where I sat. Kara leaned in close to me. Her kiss was heavenly; her lips were so soft. She had not quite taken me by surprise, but I kissed her back with equal passion. The longer we kissed the more she got into it. She straddled me on the couch and started grinding her hips into me. The waves of my lust took control of me again and I responded eagerly to her attentions.
Something came over me at that moment, a strength from within. I picked her up like she was a rag doll, her legs wrapped around my waist. She held on tightly to me as I carried her to the bedroom. I laid her down at the foot of the bed. She pulled her lips away from mine but wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down with her.
I brought my lips down to her neck. She moaned as I nuzzled her. My hands brushed her back, my lips possessing her shoulder bone. I wanted to ravish her, to taste every inch of her body. When my hands got to her hips they wasted no time in sliding them past them and rubbing the insides of her thighs. I pulled back and admired the vision before me. I could feel myself dripping with desire and I knew that I was lust’s slave again.
I sucked on her nipples, and they hardened against my lips. Her nipples called to me, begged for my lips to take them. I let my tongue circle her proud erect tits, gently sucking and nipping at them with my lips. I blew on them, letting the cool air hit her stiff nipples. She moaned loudly the more I blew on them. She wriggled on the bed; I let go of her breasts and licked down to her stomach. I couldn’t get enough of how her body tasted. My tongue traced a wet path down to her pussy.
It was a doorway to heaven, I thought as I lightly stroked it with my tongue. Her back arched as I teased her with long deep caresses. She buried her hands in my hair and pushed me down, forced me to bury my tongue deeper inside her pussy. I sucked on her clit and let my finger slide inside of her. Faster and faster I worked her, enjoying the way I was making her moan uncontrollably. Her hands let go of my hair and grasped the white linen sheets. I looked up at her and watched her as her body tightened right before releasing an orgasm that shook her body and created a rush of goose flesh which enveloped her body in a singular wave.
An endless stream of pussy juice filled my lips. Eagerly I drank every last drop of it. When her stream slowed to a stop, I worked her for more, making her cum several times in a row. I pulled myself up to her. She placed her hand on my cheek and with her finger traced my lips. I took her finger in my mouth and sucked on it. I looked into her bright green eyes.
Kara was nearing exhaustion as we climbed the ladder of orgasm again. When we collapsed into one another, she closed her eyes and gave herself to sleep.
I got off the bed and I looked in the dresser mirror and admired my body. My breasts were perky and round; my skin glowed in spite of the darkness. With my fingers I traced from my breasts down to the center of my being. I wanted to cum so badly, but I would wait. I barely made a sound as I slipped in next to her and cradled her body. She leaned into me and with her safely tucked in the crook of my arm I let myself drift off to sleep.
I stirred myself awake with dreams of powerful orgasms by her talented tongue. I couldn’t resist any longer and kissed her lightly on the arm. She stirred and I wrapped my leg around her. She moaned and pressed back against me. Slowly she opened her eyes. She looked around disoriented.
“Mmmm,” she said as she stretched, her body was warm and flushed.
She turned her body to face me. Her lips were so close I couldn’t help but take them in mine. She kissed me gently but firmly. It was a very intimate kiss. “It has been a long time since I have been this satisfied with sex.” she said once our lips parted.
“I was thinking the same thing.” I giggled against her neck.
We snuggled into one another and took another brief nap, disturbed by the longing in our bodies again. When the sun rose Sunday morning, we continued our sexcapades in the shower and while we had breakfast. There were certain events which occurred that allowed the omelettes I cooked for us to burn. It was worth it.
Speaking of worth it, sex with Kara was definitely worth it. She gave as well as she received and that combination is hard to find. We are very compatible, sexually, and we have continued our “no-frills”, “no-commitment” sessions of sex. I have thought to introduce her to Heather and see how a threesome between us would go.