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Playful Evening

He was punctual, she loved that about him. Never kept her waiting. In fact, of late, he would say “Will pick you up at 7:00 p.m.” only to text message at 6:00 p.m. and ask if it’s alright to pick her up at 6:30 p.m. It made her rush a little but it was thrilling to know that he just simply could not wait to see her… and the way he asked if it was alright just made her heart sing.

Enjoying a cool summer evening, she stood on the bottom step of her front porch; saw his car coming at exactly 6:30 p.m. on the dot. He pulled over, and she walked the few feet to the vehicle. She saw him looking at her in the rearview mirror. She felt sensuous wearing a sexy emerald green dress that hugged her form. It had an “Ancient Rome” feel to it with one strap twisted on her right shoulder and the waist synched around her hips and not her mid drift, making her sway as she moved. She seemed to glide rather than walk on her high wedged sandals with just a sliver of silver leather between her French pedicured toes holding her delicate feet. The height of the barely there shoes giving her ass a delicious lift and her legs an extra long appearance.

He leaned over to open the door from within and she sat down taking a good look at him. He took her breath away with his dark shirt, crisp and perfectly ironed, deep blue black jeans and well made Italian shoes. He wore no socks. In the back seat a cream jacket lay there. His eyes sparkled in greeting and he leaned over. Oh he smelled good! His lips, parted and took hers in, she drowned for a moment in the luxurious feel of his tongue giving a quick come hither flick of satin moist pressure. Her hand stroked his cheek and face, enjoying the freshly shaved smoothness.

They drove off in happy cheery chit chat until they parked the car in the spaces allocated to the restaurant and wine bar. They were early. The engine’s hum died, the jingle of the keys stopped. It was quiet. She turned to him, grinned and caught his attention as she pulled the hem of her dress up from her knees. He watched, use to her playful nature, his hand twitching with the desire to caress the suddenly exposed expanse of thigh.

The dress kept going up …up…up… and finally what she wanted to show him was revealed. Her bare crotch lay exposed. The lack of panties made his smile widen in utter surprised. She had always said it was un-lady like to do such a thing. She was forever elegant and tonight was particularly dressed up. The lack of under things was a total contrast. His hand reached out, but the fabric came down with a swish before he had a chance to touch.

“Oh don’t spoil the fun!“ She laughed as she leaned in and kissed him. At that moment her dress gave way revealing a substantial amount of cleavage. His hand reached for her breasts and, as he cupped one then the other she closed her eyes, enjoyed the sensation of his strong and demanding fingers. As he pried the right breast free he found the perky nub and sucked, nipped and cajoled it. He pulled away aware that time had passed and she slapped him playfully on the back of the head … “don’t make the other one jealous!” … with a grin … he obliged. A moment later she sighed and reluctantly let him disengage.

They went in for dinner.

Instead of sitting face to face as is customary, they chose to sit side by side, thus occupying a table for four. It wasn’t too busy this early in the evening so the staff didn’t mind.

They took their time choosing the meal, selecting a wine and placing the order. The personnel was much amused at the touchy feely love fest between the two and as a result doted on them. Waiters shared grins as the couple exchanged kisses and traded morsels of delectable food fed to each other. Wine was drunk, and the lovers gazed with envy at the glass touching lips and liquid, like golden sunshine, was ushered down their throats. Oh to be that nectar!

During the evening, his hand would reach under the skirt, as she sat more casually in the corner of the banquet. His fingers would find the soft, warm nucleus and rub it. She’d close her eyes; take a sip or a bite to cover the slick sound of the click click click of moist flesh being plied under his fingers. He’d remove them swiftly only wanting to tease. He’d suck his finger, smell her scent and take a sip of wine, making some comment on the perfect match of flavors that would set her off in giggles.

And so the evening progressed. The meal playful, sensual and every sense engaged. Conversation was flirty and loaded with innuendo. Glimpses of thigh, cleavage and more would titillate. The bulge in his pants a match to the slickness between her thighs – but neither willing to rush the experience relishing every moment. Savoring every instant.

Back towards the car, he grabbed her in the parking lot; she carefully and discreetly lifted the front of her dress up. Hidden by his body his hand slid and hungrily applied exquisite pressure to her clit. His mouth on hers muffled the moan let loose from deep in her throat and a tiny orgasm, like an amuse bouche, shivered and cascaded through her body. She dashed off then towards the car, with a wanton smile, and extra naughty sway in her hips.

They drove back towards her house but unexpectedly he took a “wrong turn”. She asked but he remained silent with a grin she recognized well. The anticipation was now killing her. Her panty-less tease was about to pay off. A park ahead showed a lovely scene. The moon hovering like a bright disk in the indigo sky. Two adolescent lovers on swings and the sound of crickets the only others present.

For a second time that evening, the car was silent, the engine cooling. Eyes locked. Grins widened. The electricity between them a palpable thing. Cupping her face he pulled her in starving for her. They kissed. In fact they made out like the teenagers in the park. Long and full of desire they touched, caressed and the smell of sex started to fill the cramped space. Her hands found his shirt buttons; belt and zipper … all came tumbling open. His penis sprung free and she whimpered her desire to taste.

She leaned over the gear shift and arm rest. Maneuvered her weight so that she wasn’t to uncomfortable wedging herself in the only flat spot. One arm along her body to keep her shoulder as flat to the seat as possible, the other holding her prize. Her mouth opened, the scent of his manhood in her nostrils released a new flow between her own thighs. In the moonlight the precum in abundance on the tip was glistening. She licked it off, tasting the sweet show of desire so beautifully presented.

Her head moved up and down, the car was getting uncomfortably warm, almost sauna like. But the low grunts’ coming from him was all the fuel she needed to keep going. His hands had found their way over her ass and to the slit where her clit was bulging and demanding attention. He played there, caressed, pinched, stroked; a finger brought moisture up to her ass, and slipped in a moment then was gone. At this she couldn’t continue. She wanted and needed more.

He pulled his pants down off his hips, giving his cock more freedom, while she climbed awkwardly over the middle consol, where she found a spot for her knees on each side of him. Straddled this way, facing him so closely she could feel the beating of his heart, holding onto the head rest and smelling the wine on his breath, she lowered her hips to impale herself on him. It took a few moments to find the right position. A few frustrating minutes and at last he slid in, deep.

They both let out a satisfying groan. As she lifted up and down, his hands held her in place. The car windows were steaming up, her foot against some part of the console was creating a creaking sound that acted as a counter rhythm to the sloshing noise in the inferno that was their conjoined crotches. She kissed him, bit his lower lip and came gloriously flooding him with her pleasure and juices.

Her knees ached and she dismounted, but put both feet on the passenger seat squatting there. Her dress still wrapped around her waist and falling like a curtain behind her, his hand found her clit and he continued to play her like a well practiced musician. Her hand grabbed his moist cock and she gave it a squeeze, a lift and his head fell back. She continued and watched him. His breathing was fast, his body was tight, he was ready but she kept him there on the edge, the grip on his member just that little bit to light to give release.

He suddenly grabbed his own penis, brushing her aside. His gesture was rough and urgent. She leaned in waiting for it. She heard him say “Oh God I’m going to come” … and with an animal roar he did, just as she plunged down to take the release into her mouth. She swallowed, gently; feather-light she sucked the last drop out. Licking him clean of their mutual juices. Leaning back and smiling as she saw him panting eyes closed. The undershirt was plastered to his chest, her own dress wet from the sweat of their play.

He turned on the car enough to open the windows then turned it off again.

They let the seats fall all the way back. On their sides and holding hands they looked at each other. In silence they enjoyed the cool breeze coming in and they watched the fog dissipate from the windows as the after glow slowly faded from their bodies.

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August 11, 2009 - Posted by | Uncategorized

35 Comments »

  1. Ooh Fantasia, I love this, you have set the scene so well. Another amazing story.

    Pashun:)

    Comment by pashun | August 12, 2009 | Reply

    • You are looking like my Number 1 fan these days Pashun!! Bless. Thank you …. now THAT is a date … yes? I think as adults we forget sometimes that the bedroom isn’t the only place. Comfort isn’t the only consideration. Not letting the moment pass you by is often far more important.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | August 12, 2009 | Reply

  2. I normally wait for Silia to comment first but since I wake up much earlier than she does I thought there’s no point in waiting. We had such a playful afternoon in her car earlier last Spring.

    Ah btw, she was driving 😉

    To the mall?! wasn’t it Silia?

    Comment by Thorn | August 13, 2009 | Reply

    • Ahahaha *tears* …. Oh how absolutely wonderful that my story brought back some very pleasant memories Thorn!
      Was she actually driving the car?? Or did you park it?

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | August 13, 2009 | Reply

  3. We were stuck in the middle of traffic when it all started. The woman in the car to our left almost had a heart attack but then decided that an orgasm is more enjoyable.
    It didn’t end there ;-)but that’s another story.

    Comment by Thorn | August 13, 2009 | Reply

  4. Ah, yes, the trip to the mall!! Thorn got very naughty, a condition to which I am never immune! 🙂 What is it about cars and sex that is so much fun??? lol!! You’re in impossibly tight quarters, awkward climbing in around (unless you’re in a car from the 70’s with bench seats…vinyl…ha ha ha), its 300 degrees, and yet so ridiculously…fun. Great story Fantasia as always!!

    Comment by Silia | August 13, 2009 | Reply

    • Oh dear – you two are so “bad” (or good in my book) …. It’s nice to know some people live out their fantasies! Again I am glad the story has been an enjoyable reminder for you both! Perhaps a “re-do” is in your near future!??

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | August 13, 2009 | Reply

      • Well, Fantasia, I’m ready when he is…and he’s usually ready! *snicker* Hmmmm…maybe you two could collaborate on the rest of the story some time…that would be interesting!! 😀

        Comment by Silia | August 13, 2009

      • I’m “up” for it if he is!!

        Comment by Fantasia Lillith | August 13, 2009

  5. I’m always up 😀

    Comment by Thorn | August 13, 2009 | Reply

  6. On finishing reading this story the other day, my first thought was: “… and she never heard from him again. The end.”

    I must be in a bad mood.

    Comment by DOMINO | August 13, 2009 | Reply

    • DOMINO!! good heavens woman! what is with you?? hope you are in better spirits! That was not the vibe at all that I was going for ….

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | August 17, 2009 | Reply

  7. A wonderful read! I really enjoyed the teasing; sometimes we get in such a hurry to get to the action that we forget the exquisite, delectable agony of good slow teasing. . .well done, Fantasia, and my offer to assist you in editing still stands!

    SK

    Comment by stormkeeper | August 17, 2009 | Reply

    • SK – you saying I need a better editor?? LOL I am glad that you enjoyed this. That was the idea! Wanted to remind people of those days when all you really had was the teasing. We loose touch with that… those “teenage hot and heavy” years.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | August 17, 2009 | Reply

      • I remember one very hot moment with a lover long ago. . .I was teasing her relentlessly, mercilessly, and quite enjoyably, turning her on more and more and more until she finally demanded “stop teasing and fuck me, you bastard!” ah, good times, good times. . .and I will certainly remember in the future to devote more time to teasing! *s*

        And I offer editing help, if you want it. . .what should always matter most is whether or not you, as the creator, are happy with your work!

        Comment by stormkeeper | August 17, 2009

      • Oh … that is a wonderful thought! some lover is going to get the royal treatment because of my humbe story!
        AH success!

        Comment by Fantasia Lillith | August 17, 2009

  8. Oooh, this was nice and hot! Well-written as usual. Thank you!

    Comment by elsiewrites | August 21, 2009 | Reply

    • elsiewrites!! where have you been?!!! i am so happy to see you here. And thank you ….

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | August 21, 2009 | Reply

  9. Very Interseting….

    Raven
    http://cherokeebydesign.wordpress.com/

    Comment by cherokeebydesign | August 23, 2009 | Reply

  10. Yumm…

    I have more to say – just have to take care of something first *grin*

    M.L.

    Comment by wordsweneversaid | August 23, 2009 | Reply

  11. Ahhh… It is one that is in the head so vivid… just wish it would happen again! Thanks for the memory… LOVE IT!

    Comment by nicoletaffe | August 24, 2009 | Reply

    • Nicoletaffe … thank you … ummmm what’s stoping you?

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | August 24, 2009 | Reply

  12. i really appreciate how you have a build up that is so slow and languid – lovely! You inspire me to look for my ‘non violent’ words.. lol..

    Comment by angelstieup | August 24, 2009 | Reply

    • A time and place for everything … Some moments require more robust words. Depends on the person and on the pleasure wanted. Welcome angelstieup. Perhaps you will find some middle ground with “Playing with Fire”? … I must come accross more tame to you, so I am glad you did find pleasure in my words.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | August 24, 2009 | Reply

  13. As one of my literary characters might euphemistically say – “Very trouser-flapping”.

    Comment by Tooty Nolan | August 26, 2009 | Reply

  14. I read this, again and again and again… and yes, the itsy bitsy spider, it inspired my poem… Thank you Lilith

    Comment by Asian Butterfly | August 27, 2009 | Reply

    • I love how it all inspires … this community of blogs. Like the great Salons of days gone by where people, artists and thinkers, would gather, share and allow themselves to be inspired. That you Asian Butterfly for the compliment.

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | August 28, 2009 | Reply

  15. Emerald Green AND playfull nature? Hmmmmm

    Comment by siranneal | August 28, 2009 | Reply

    • you notice everything ….

      Comment by Fantasia Lillith | August 28, 2009 | Reply

    • Sometimes One must just open their eyes..sometimes they need another view…another perspective to consider.

      Comment by siranneal | August 28, 2009 | Reply

      • consider? to cut One or not to cut? and how to cut if so?

        Comment by Fantasia Lillith | August 28, 2009

      • Critical angles, clevage planes, refractive indexes, internal flaws can in themselves be a plus? Standard Brilliants, or fancies? OR..does the Master cutter leave it in it’s natural state?

        Appreciating a natural beauty within…why alter for the amusement of man? KCL says it all

        Comment by siranneal | August 28, 2009


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