On the last Friday before Xmas, yet another fateful Friday, Rich suggested we go to Wemmerpan. This time, we started making out in his car upon arrival. "I want to make love to you now, my love," he whispered. "It's our last opportunity before you go on leave. Are you okay with us going to the other side where it is more secluded?"
Without hesitation, I agreed. With his hand shamelessly deep between my thighs he drove to the opposite side and seemed to know exactly where to park. With a spectacular view of the lake, it was a secluded spot between a dense cluster of trees in the silent shadow of an ever-present dormant mining dump. Knowing the risk, he nowadays no longer sucked on my neck; instead, he flicked his tongue softly, which he full well knew drove me insane. Slowly, he unbuttoned my blouse and shifted my bra up and over my tits. With his lips sensually tugging on a nipple, his hand slid down my tummy, cupping my mound. He soon tugged my skirt up to my waist, spreading my thighs for easier access, and lost no time running his fingers under the elastic.
Soon he tried to remove my panties, aiding with one hand, I raised my bum. Even with this only our second intimate encounter, I was no longer shy. I was the proverbial wanton woman. He took the cue and placed my hand on his crotch. As before, he unbuckled his belt and I unzipped his fly. No further encouragement was needed. Soon I exposed that glorious dick with its pith-helmet shaped head.
His foreskin still intrigued me. The ability it had to poke its head out from under its protective cover when erect was still novel to me. Softly, yet deliberately, he pulled my head down towards his manhood. Intensely he instructed… "Take me into your mouth," and I willingly obliged. Having another man's penis in my mouth was simultaneously exciting and intimidating. I revelled in it, yet the sensation of his foreskin felt unfamiliar, but I instinctively knew in time I would get accustomed to it.
At some point, his pants still unbuttoned, penis slightly protruding, he opened the door and walked around the car. Sensing he wanted more of the same, I turned sideways. Knees apart, feet on the ground, he leaned against the door and offered me his penis again. Though exciting, even with my husband, fellatio had never come naturally to me. After some minutes of him grunting and sighing, he stooped down, reclined my seat’s backrest and mounted me. Space was cramped and penetration awkward. Instead, he pulled me out of the car and onto my feet suggesting we make love next to the car.
With my shoulders resting against the roof rail, he raised the front of my skirt and pulled my ass into his groin. Knees cracked open and outwards, my feet somewhat apart, with upturned hand I slowly guided him into my pussy. Standing face to face, my arms locked around his neck, his one hand on my ass, the other in the crook of my back, we fucked gloriously. I have always loved it this way, as it allowed my clit to grind against his pelvic bone.
With ramming strokes, after what felt like an eternity, he erupted with the same "Oh my God! Oh my God, oh my God" grunts I had heard previously. With short bursts and shudders he eventually softened and began sliding out of me. Quickly he forked out his handkerchief, opened it, and held it below my crotch as he pulled out. Knees apart, I noticed some of his semen had already run down my thighs and dripped onto the earth between my feet. Taking the handkerchief from him, I cleaned myself and passed it back to him. Quietly we made ourselves respectable.
On the way back, we chatted intimately. The entire afternoon I felt the slippery wetness of him inside of me and imagined others could smell his semen too. At day's end, with heavy hearts, we said goodbye. The two and a half weeks ahead of me felt like a death sentence. Just like that, my dreaded Christmas break had officially started. I was most certainly not looking forward to it; I knew it was going to be agonisingly long.
