From a Casual Greeting to Intense Car Action

Meeting Vanessa (Part 2)

“What’s your name?” Vanessa asked me this as if we hadn’t just exchanged saliva, and she didn’t have the prints of my teeth on her neck. She asked like our hair weren’t tangled and her nipples weren’t hard on my chest, like she hadn’t just stained the crotch of my shorts with her juices, like my fingers were sleek and smelling sweetly of her insides.

“My name’s Alfred; you can call me Alfy.”

“Alfy,” she said, “put those fingers back inside me…please.” As I crooked my fingers back and forth inside her, her lips roamed all over me. She kissed my hair, my ears, the tip of my nose, my cheeks, and my eyes; she moaned into them, into my mouth. Finally, with a deep breath and a sigh, she let off. Her left boob was still in my mouth, and she still had her hand deep in my hair, messing it all up pleasurably, but it all wound down later.

She pulled her scarf from her bag and fixed me up to hide where her juices stained me, then we finally closed the roof and got out of the car. I locked up, and she led me inside. She had taken control of my night when she found out I was just out for a drive. She didn’t lead me through the regular entrances; we walked a bit more than I was used to, and then we turned in through a break in a fence, and I was introduced to a new world.

On the other side of the fence were drinking, dancing, and vibes I had hardly seen much of all in one place like this before. On the dance floor were sexy ladies in all shapes and forms, moving in ways and rhythms that just blew my mind.

“I like what I see too,” Nessa said as her eyes trailed and led me to a woman who—if my eyes weren’t deceiving me—wasn’t wearing any top at all, just her long flowing skirt with a slit and her hair covering her boobs. She caught my staring and winked at me, then waved at Nessa, who called her Yazzy, I think, and waved back.

Come on, Nessa said, as she led me through all the tables and farther through the sand, till the tables were far from us and the shore wasn’t. “Join me,” she said. I was lost and about to ask her what she meant when she started pulling strings and clips from her body and hair, then it dawned on me. I was hesitant at first, but when I saw those nipples I had kissed and sucked into the water, I lost my timidity, and my shorts came right off.

It wasn’t long before I was right behind her in the water. “The lights are dim from here, I said aloud. “Yes indeed,” she said as she closed the distance between us. “Dim enough to not see us do a couple of things.” “We’re naked in the water; what else could we get up to?” She proceeded then to kiss me, and that kiss went on to something that immediately became my greatest sexual experience.

As the kiss deepened, she slowly stopped paddling and simply clung unto me; that was when her tongue got involved and left mine no choice. As we kissed and struggled to stay upright in the water, her hard nipples grazed me, and she soon wrapped her legs around me. There was the obstruction that was my dick, but I found this wet, warm, and slippery space to put it, and it brought pleasure to us both.

Carrying the weight of us, I shuffled in the water and sand till we were behind a rock and more away from the public eye. It was dark enough, but I wasn’t taking chances. Soon as I got her to lean on the rock and I had a bit of room, I took those hard nipples in my mouth one after the other, mimicking the motions of my dick with the suction of my mouth.

As I fucked her, I flicked her nipples with my tongue and the other with my finger. I grabbed her ass with my other hand and elevated her just enough. Her moans drowned by the smashing ocean waves. 

Part One: Meeting Vanessa