As I opened my car door, I noted that she was, indeed, fixing her makeup. I retrieved my digital camera from the trunk before walking to the front of the car and sitting on the hood, facing away from her. I stuffed the camera into a cargo pocket and smiled to myself, contemplating her vanity. She had to know how good she looked; how could she not?
A short while later, I heard her car door open, I turned my head to her, watching her exit, purse in hand. When she pulled the hem of her dress back down from her waist, I remembered the mess she’d made on my seat. I stood up to face her, and reminded her of the mess, and suggested that it would only be fair for her to clean it up since she made it. I thought she would just use the t-shirt I’d returned to her to sop up the mess, so I was rather stunned when she smiled seductively at me, bent over at the waist, and began licking up the evidence of her surrender. Holy fuck, she was dirty, filthy, hot.
I kept my car immaculate, so without care I watched in amazement as she left a sheen of saliva anywhere a trace of her juices could’ve been detected. My sense of humor momentarily got the better of me as I commented, “Or, you could just lick it clean.”
She happened to be finishing her task at that very moment, so she flashed that bright smile at me again. “Happy to be of service!”
I laughed, still trying to figure her out. “Okay, Ashley, let’s go.
She joined me at the front of the car and I took her hand, leading her into the park. The moon was high and bright, so we had no difficulty navigating. In no time we reached our destination at the top of the small hill. It was obviously an artificial hill, as its shape was too perfect and its location too singular to be natural. Here, there was a clearing with a circular plateau covered in lush, manicured grass, and sparsely outlined with concrete backless benches mounted to concrete pads.
I had let go of Ashley’s hand. She instead hugged my arm as she’d done the night before, and I happily accepted her. After surveying our surroundings, we stared for several moments at the moon, and I was at peace. I then looked at her and she at me. I kissed her softly and slowly, and she accepted me.
What the fuck are you doing? Are you fucking crazy? I couldn’t help myself. She was just so fucking adorable on my arm and I got lost in the moment. I pulled from her slowly, and again she flashed her knowing smile at me.
As I turned back to the moon, the storms started churning in my head, and I knew I had to act quickly.
“Okay, Ashley,” I said, “Take off your dress and hand it to me.”
The mischievous smile again as she tossed her purse to the side, then she reached down and gathered the hem of her dress and slid it up over her athletic form, and I was again entranced. Once she was free of the garment, she offered it plainly to me and asked matter-of-factly, “Boots, too?”
“No, keep the boots.” Steady, boy.
She just smiled at me as she stood there in the moonlight, arms at her sides, legs slightly parted, watching me take her in. She didn’t fiddle, and her chin was high as she presented herself to me. She hadn’t been wearing a bra, tonight, so she was now a clean, unencumbered form, glorious in her perfection. My loins were already stirring again.
God, she was magnificent. The moonlight was bright enough to show off every line and curve of her body. She was curvy but firm, somewhat muscular, but still completely and utterly feminine. She was perfect. Her medium breasts held themselves in place, two perfectly proud mounds, perfectly fitted with perfectly hard nipples. Her hips were breathtaking, framing perfectly her impressively sculpted belly, and reaching down to her gorgeous, muscular legs seamlessly.
“Turn around,” I commanded. “Slowly.” She complied without hesitation.
As she turned, I was in awe of her fantastic beauty. She was a creature shaped by the hand of God, if there were such a thing. I was in the presence of greatness. When she had turned ninety degrees, I instructed her to stop, and I noticed that her back was arched ever so slightly, pushing her breasts and ass outward in her presentation. I began moving around her, admiring her in at my own pace. Her bottom was round and undimpled.
“Do you work out? You’re in excellent shape,” I complimented.
Her response came easily, without hesitation or pride or shame, and seemed almost calculated. “Thank you. I work out a little, but I play soccer and volleyball on my school teams. I used to be in gymnastics and had a couple of years of ballet when I was younger. Also, I like to swim a lot, but that’s just for fun. And I was a cheerleader last year, but I quit because of the drama.”
I chuckled quietly. Oh, is that all? How fucking perfect are you? For the first time ever, I wished I was a better man, just to not disappoint this one woman.
From behind her, I reached my hand between her legs, and gently stroked once across her labia, and she twitched. I smiled greatly at this as I pulled back a finger moistened with the juices apparently flowing from her. I came around to her front, presented the finger to her, and told her to carefully lick up the drops so as not the mess her lipstick. She did exactly that. I believed I could tell her to do anything, and It would be done. I wondered what lines she wouldn’t cross.
I ran my hand slowly, lightly down her exposed form, from her shoulder down the inside of her firm, shapely breast, down her firm, toned abdomen, and down the front of her inviting pelvis. When my fingertips glazed over her clitoris, she flinched again, and I finished my journey at her opening, running one finger purposefully between her still moistened labia. This elicited a gasp from her, and I smiled again as I withdrew my hand from her and brought it this time to my own mouth. I had to taste her.
She was sweet, and she intoxicated me with her flavor. I could hear my heartbeat in my head again, and feel the increasing dissatisfaction in my loins. I dropped her dress to the side, and swiftly wrapped my right arm around her waist, taking the small of her back in my hand. I laid her down upon the trimmed grass, positioning my still fully-clothed body between her legs.
I leaned over her, reaching my hand up to touch her face. When my finger passively touched her lips, she opened her mouth, taking it in and sucking gently. I withdrew my finger from between her lips, which she then left parted, and I began exploring her body more earnestly.
I reached first for her right breast. I drew my hand down her elegant neck, carefully down her chest and traced gentle circles carefully around her nipple several times before gently and firmly taking her breast in my hand. She was impossibly firm as I scoped the topography of her mound, coming to rest with her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I squeezed gently, eliciting a soft moan from her now heavily breathing mouth, and lightly rolled her nipple back and forth. When I released her nipple, she sighed.
I moved my hand to her left breast, cupping her straight away. As I did this, I lowered my mouth upon her right nipple, and gently took it in. Ashley gasped again as I rolled the nipple with my tongue while I tenderly massaged her other breast. I let the nipple fall from my mouth, but let my tongue explore its intricacies further, circling and gently flicking as I began work on the other nipple with my fingers.