Last Night

Last night, while driving to a party, I couldn’t help but notice the leaves fading from vibrant green into a pale yellow or the slight, foreshadowing chill in the air. Fall is coming; the long, slow swan song of another year fading into the pure white death of winter. However, I was filled with electricity of anticipation. I was spending the night at the house I was headed to and so was a girl I’ve been lusting after. Her name is Jamie and she’s a tall, rail-thin 22-year old with long, curly, brown hair. Her words are all tinged with the accent of her home in Minnesota, but she’s starting to feel comfortable here, partly because of my companionship. She’s a bit naive, but most 22-year olds are, and I love to make her laugh. She’s a stunningly beautiful creativity and very intelligent, but when you really make her laugh at something, she snorts. I take this as a compliment every time.

Last night, as I entered the house, I spotted herStanding against the kitchen counter. She wore sandals, dark jeans that highlighted her long, luscious legs, a big, gold belt, and multi-colored tank top. Her hair hung free, and the curls cascaded down onto her shoulders. We began talking and drinking. I noticed her enlarged pupils and the way she began to mimic my movements. When she placed her soft palm on my forearm, I know where this was headed. We stepped out onto the porch to have a smoke and began talking about work. The porch light lit up her eyes like beacons that called out to me. We stood there, staring into each other eyes for seconds that seemed like hours before I leaned in and kissed her. Her mouth immediately opened, and as out cigarettes dangled from our hands, our tongues began to play, rolling over each other inside our mouths. We each dropped our cigarettes and my hand slide onto her back. My fingers traced the length of her spine as her hand slide into the pockets on the back of my jeans. I feel her nails digging into my butt.

We played it cool the rest of the night and waited for the party to end. When it finally thinned out, we slipped down to the bedroom in the basement. From there, it was pure animal lust. We hardly spoke a word, unless grunts, groans, and moans count. I began to tongue her neck as her hand slipped down to my erection pushing against my jeans. I felt her hand squeeze my cock while I stripped her tank top off. In the pale light gleaming through the window, I could make out a lacy white bra which I promptly removed. Her breasts were perfect, little b-cups that sat on her chest like halved apples and hardly moved as her bra hit the floor. Her nipples were like pink gumdrops that I couldn’t help sucking on. As my shirt hit the floor, we both stripped off our own pants and fell back onto bed. I knew what I wanted more than anything: I wanted to know what she tasted like. I quickly made my way between her legs to a pubic bush that was barely there at all, and felt a slit that was leaking pussy juice all over the sheets below. I slide my finger between her lips and gently rubbed her clip in a circular motion before sliding my middle finger into her wet pussy. As she squeezed my digit with her pussy muscles, I leaned down, parted her lips and began to lap at her juices. Her taste was a bit sweeter than most I’ve sampled, and I loved every bit of it. I spread my tongue out as broadly as I could and began bobbing my head up and down covering the whole area of ​​her clip and labia before going back to the circular motion with my tongue, which she loved. I sucked on her clip briefly before making her orgasm with tongue flicks.

I lay down next to her as she recovered. Her hand slide down to my cock and began stroking as I pressed nose-to-nose with her. I listened to her panting and moaned as her stroking intensified before she kissed me and tasted her own juices smelled all over my lips and face. From this kiss, she moved down my body until my cock slide into her mouth. After a couple of strokes on her tongue, she looked up and smiled. I motioned for her to mount me. I nearly came as my cock head slid into her body. I wanted to put on a condom, but couldn’t vocalize this as my entire shake slide in and invaded her pussy. The feeling of her pussy flesh on my cock was pure ecstasy. I began to buck my hips and could feel her clip bouncing off my pelvis and my balls slapping against her asshole. The sound was amazing. Her pussy was absolutely drenched and each slap of her body against mine was a testament to how turned on each of us. As she fucked me, I slapped her on the ass and when she started to orgasm, I grabbed hold of her hips and pressed the full length of my cock into her, which made her cum harder. She collapsed on top of me and panted in my ear as I stroked inside of that tight, wet pussy and neared my own orgasm. When I hit my point of no return, I pulled out of her and came on her ass. I watched the streaks of my cum roll down her cheeks onto her pumpered asshole and wet pussy.

We fell asleep together and woke up naked this morning. It was the best morning I can remember in a long time.