One Fine Day _(1)
The day was quite warm, the bright sunshine beating down as the red convertible zipped along the country road. Steve watched her out of the corner of his eye, appreciating the short skirt Dawn was wearing. He always got a twinge in the pit of his stomach when he thought of her; the way her legs wrapped around him when they made love, the feel of her skin, the smell of her.
Steve felt himself growing just a bit from thinking about her. Dawn was daydreaming about the night they had just shared. She closed her eyes for a moment and smiled; Steve was a very imaginative lover. She turned to look at him, and he at her. They smiled at each other, knowing instinctively what the other was thinking.
Dawn glanced down and noticed the bulge in his pants. A big grin spread across her face as she thought about him. She turned and slid across the seat towards Steve. Placing her lips close to his ear, she whispered how much she liked the things they had done together the night before.
Dawn reached down to rub him with her palm. Through his jeans, she felt him push up to her hand slightly. She touched his ear with the tip of her tongue, tracing the edge all the way from the bottom of the lobe to the top, then dipping slightly to the inside.
Steve shivered, a growl escaped his lips, and he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. She unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. She was toying with his ear, teasing with her tongue, nipping lightly with her teeth. Her breath in his ear was wonderful, as was the pressure of her hand on his swelling member. "Raise your hips, lover," Dawn whispered.
Steve gladly obliged and she slid his jeans down over his hips to give her access to him. She began to caress him with her hand, as she kissed downward, on the side of his neck, in the hollow where his shoulder began, and still downward.
She unbuttoned his shirt, kissing the skin as it was exposed. Dawn took his nipple lightly between her teeth, running the tip of her tongue over it as he took in a sharp breath. Steve slowed a bit, unable to concentrate on his driving and what her hands and mouth were doing to him at the same time. He placed his right hand on her hair, caressing her lovingly. She continued to kiss his warm skin, slowly working her way downward, toward his straining erection. Dawn took him in her hand again and held him while she lowered her head and flicked her tongue against the tip. Soft, feathery, teasing, little licks caused him to shudder.
His hand still in her hair, Steve pushed her head down. He pushed himself into her hot mouth. Dawn eagerly took him in. She swirled her tongue around him, licking and sucking. His fingers tightening in her hair, he pushed her down even farther until his entire erection disappeared in her mouth.
Steve groaned loudly, gripping the wheel and her hair tighter. She began to pull back, all the way to the tip, only to slide her lips down again. Finding it harder to drive, he slowed even more. As Dawn pumped up and down, she massaged his balls, rubbing and squeezing lightly. Steve took his foot off the gas all together, looking for a place to stop.
He found what he was looking for: a dirt drive, almost hidden amongst the trees. He followed it a ways, back into the woods, until he came to a small clearing. He stopped the car, turned off the engine and leaned back in his seat, enjoying the feel of her lips and mouth on his manhood.
Dawn started moving faster, taking all of him. He watched himself slide in and out of her mouth, such a beautiful sight. He felt the stirring of release building within him. He was squirming in the seat, holding her head in his hands, her hair tangled in his fingers. Steve watched as he disappeared in her mouth, again and again, his erection glistening with her saliva. God, her mouth felt wonderful on him. Unable to contain himself any longer, Steve pushed into her as hard as he could, letting out a growl, filling her mouth with his essence.
Dawn took all he had to give, not spilling a single drop, and licked him clean. She held him in her mouth for a time, feeling him beginning to grow soft, but knowing she had the power to make him hard again and again. When his breathing returned to normal, she started to caress him with her lips once again. Almost instantly, he began to swell.
His hands wandered from her hair down to her back, around her side, over her hip and back up again. Steve wanted badly to see her naked body in the sunlight, to feel her with his hands and taste her again.
He pulled her up off of him and, looking into her eyes, kissed her passionately, tasting himself on her lips, feeling the softness of her mouth with his. His tongue parted her lips, insisting on exploring her inner warmth. He thought first of her mouth and later, of other, more intimate regions. Dawn moaned softly, pulling him tightly into her embrace. He wanted badly to lay her on the seat and make love to her, but knew that there was not enough room to move around like he wanted. "Get out of the car," he told her.
Steve reached into the back seat, retrieved a blanket, walked to the front of the car and spread it on the hood. He reached out for her and Dawn stepped into his embrace, loving the feel of his body as he pulled her close. He kissed her again, taking his time to taste every inch of her mouth before pulling back slightly to kiss her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids. He traced his tongue along the line of her jaw, kissing and caressing her face with his mouth. His hands played across her back, massaging, lightly squeezing her, his hands drifting down to cup both her cheeks, pulling her even closer.
Dawn could feel the contours of his body, every curve, every bulge, especially the one pressing into her most intimate place. Steve was so very hard again, and she was on fire for him. He tugged her short skirt down over her hips, then her top came off over her head and Dawn was left standing in nothing but her bra and panties. Steve loved the way the white lace looked against her smooth skin.
"Turn around," he said softly. Dawn turned to face the car.
Steve stepped directly behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and began a torturously slow exploration of her body with his hands and mouth. He kissed her shoulders, the back of her neck, then let his fingertips glide down her back to the top of her lacy panties. He massaged her cheeks through the cloth and moved his hands around to her front. He pulled the full length of her body against his, pressing his lips to her neck once again. His hands moved upward to cup both her breasts, bringing a moan from her.
Dawn pushed her lace-covered bottom tightly against his rock hard erection. Steve gently squeezed her breasts through the lace, feeling her nipples straining to be free of their confinement. He was glad to oblige, undoing the hook and letting the wisp of lace fall away. Dawn kept pushing herself against him, moaning softly, as he thoroughly massaged her breasts, finally taking the hard sensitive nipples in his fingers and squeezing. She groaned loudly, melting into him.
Trying to keep his control, Steve backed away from her a bit and told her to bend over and put her hands on the hood of the car. She quickly obliged. This was of no help to his composure, seeing Dawn bent over, nothing covering her cheeks but a thin strip of white lace. Kneeling behind her, Steve placed his hands on her hips and let them roam over her bottom, pausing at her thighs, and continuing down the entire length of her legs.
Dawn wiggled with anticipation as he reached for the top of her panties and began ever-so-slowly to pull them down over her hips, kissing and licking the exposed flesh. He moved his mouth slowly down her legs, licking his way down, kissing the sensitive places behind her knees. Lifting her feet, first one, then the other, he removed her panties.
Dawn felt as if she would faint when Steve spread her legs and placed his tongue on her inner thigh. He brushed his fingers over her, touching her with his tongue, causing her to shiver. Pushing her thighs further apart, he finally touched the tip of his tongue to her already swollen lips, tasting the wetness that was beginning to drip from her.
Her cries of pleasure mixed with the sounds of birds singing in the trees as he entered her with his tongue, licking up the moisture, inhaling her natural perfume. Her knees were getting weaker as he licked and sucked her lips, moving up the crease between her cheeks, lightly nipping with his teeth, causing her to quiver and beg him to take her.
Steve was determined to take his time, to bring her to the brink again and again, then give her the most intense release possible. He licked his way back to the entrance between her hot lips and slipped his tongue in once again as far as he could. Another loud cry escaped Dawn and she pushed back against him. He held her firm and moved his mouth further towards her love button, using the tip of his tongue to lick all around without actually touching it.
Panting, gasping for breath, Dawn begged him to give her the release she wanted so badly, but Steve continued his slow, methodical consumption of her, getting more aroused by the minute. He finally touched her delicate bud with his tongue and sucked it between his lips, tugging lightly on it. He could feel her orgasm rising to the surface, so he pulled away, stepping back from her.
Dawn stood and turned toward him, reaching to pull him to her. He backed her against the hood of the car, kissed her passionately and pushed her down onto the hood.
She lay back, feeling the warmth of the car on her back through the blanket, the warm sun beating down on her naked body. Steve quickly shed his clothes and leaned over her, again tasting her sweet mouth, caressing her breasts, feeding the smoldering fire that was inside her.
Dawn grasped his head in her hands and pulled his mouth to her breasts. He nibbled first one hard nipple, then the other. Finally, unable to contain his need of her any longer, Steve placed the tip of his straining member at the hot, wet entrance between her legs, rubbing it back and forth along her lips, covering himself with her juices. With a single, swift thrust, he was inside her. Dawn cried out, writhing beneath him, pushing her hips upward to meet his as he began moving within her, trying to go slowly, but finding it impossible to hold back.
The sun, the birds, the warm afternoon breezes; all of this went unnoticed as he slid himself in and out of her, both of them lost in each other, consumed by the passion.
Moving faster now, feeling her orgasm rising once again, as well as his own, Steve stood, pulling Dawn to the edge of the hood so that he was standing between her legs. He lifted her legs, placed her feet at his shoulders and slid even deeper inside her. Her whimpers turned into cries of intense, almost painful pleasure as an exquisite orgasm overtook Dawn. Her contracting feminine muscles gripped Steve tightly again and again, sending him over the edge with her. Steve filled her once again with his manly juices.
Clinging to each other, gasping for breath, savoring the feel of each other, they remained joined for some time. Slowly they became aware of their peaceful surroundings, of the warm sun, and the breezes lightly caressing, cooling their bodies. Steve released her legs, pulled Dawn to him and held her tenderly.