She started it innocently, a young woman waving at me with a smile as I drove by. I returned a courteous wave but I did not miss her kick-ass body. Firm round buns perfectly shaped in sheer spandex pants. Fully mature tits with a lot of cleavage showing in the sports bra over the low collar of a sleeveless tankini. I hadn’t known she existed before that first wave, although I had seen the mom, a mousy little woman who kept herself thin and well-toned for an older lady.
One night that week I was working out in my sunroom. Took a water break and gazed down the hill, directly at the corner of their house through the line of trees. The two story frame and stucco homes at the base of the hill pre-dated these larger houses developed on the peak with our awesome view of the city. Their backyard was maxed out by a volleyball net, a soccer goal and a large net to catch golf balls.
In a second story window, a woman was leaning on the jamb, looking up in my direction. I couldn’t tell if it was the girl or her mom. Her figure was silhouetted by deep pink light indirectly shining from a bedroom down the hallway behind her and I could only see the top half of her body. Maybe the woman in the window was looking up and dreaming of my view over the city. You can’t underestimate the power of school girl fantasies for an older man who holds a little power and wealth.
Over the next few days I provoked the dreams of my mystery voyeur down the hill. I went shirtless for the next work-outs and after pumping up my chest and biceps through lots of push-ups and lat pulls then I’d take an extended water break by the window overlooking their house. The parade of standing by the window and striking a bodybuilder’s pose to raise my water bottle for a swig was an odd pantomime but I was learning quickly.
I was parking my Maserati in the driveway a few days later and the girl came running by in light gym shorts. She stopped and did a funny stretch facing front with her legs spread wide and bending one knee to the side. This completely opened her crotch and flaunted the strong muscles underneath her thighs. Strong, fertile legs but thin enough she’d be easy to wrap up like a pretzel. A body begging to be fucked.
As I got out of my car, I guess she didn’t see me because she turned her back to me, spread her feet and stretched down to touch her toes. Her hips flexed out as will occur for a grown woman, lifting that perfect ass and flashing me her pussy outlined in the taut lycra.
Then she ran two steps and instantly turned 180 facing me but repeated the stretch to the front, pushing her chest between her arms as if I couldn’t already see down the deep split between her tits. Nature fills out a girl’s body fully mature before her mind knows how to control it. As she came up for air I took the bold step to come over for a little howdee-do, although very restrained because I wanted to make sure she was legal.
“Hi, are you the soccer player and the golfer?” I asked.
“Yeah, I play a lot of sports,” she said with a little jump to a standing position. Her elastic Covid mask was looped under her chin and she made no effort to raise it. She pulled the collar of her shirt up to teethe on it while draping her other arm across the front of her body, as if that was going to hide something. It was a nervous mannerism she fell into, like she hadn’t imagined what to do if her flirtation would be successful.
“And which is your best?” I asked.
“That’s hard to say. I’ve played a lot of soccer but it’s very competitive and I’ve just taken up golf.”
“That’s too bad. It would be good to teach you some golf technique. I played on the college team. Do you ever play at the Rolling Barrens Club?”
“We can’t afford the fees but they let our club team play one match. The course was kind of hard.”
“If you play the course a couple of times then you learn the best lines for each hole. I could arrange for you to join one of my foursomes.”
She didn’t know what to say and danced nervously side to side.
“Hey, do you want a Gatorade or a water?”
“Sure, either one is great.”
I went inside and fetched a couple of Gatorades for her and me. OK, I threw out a couple of feelers and she bought the bullshit so far. I never played on a golf team and I’m not a member of Rolling Barrens although I know a guy my age who is.
I came down the steps to hand her the Gatorade. As she stepped up to take the Gatorade, she stretched her foot from the rear up to the top step and bent that knee to lengthen the tendon of her leg planted closest to me. She opened her crotch before me and pushed her hips forward in the stretch. There was nothing innocent about it.
Her teeth were perfectly white and all neatly aligned. Piercing blue eyes like ice crystals reflecting a twilight sky. Even with her blonde hair pulled up in an elastic tie behind her head I could tell her hair was vibrant and would look full on her shoulders if she let it down. The next generation behind us has attained a purity in their features without scars or blemishes and their bodies and legs delicately shaped and toned. I celebrate her sexy curves, nurtured from great genetics on a robust diet and comprehensive healthcare, and guided by a modicum of discipline to deliver the sublime culmination of ten thousand years of evolution.
She turned her head toward the house to swig her Gatorade and let me see her face in profile. Another couple of hip pulses to stretch her leg at the same time. Then she gave me a big smile and curled her hair in one finger. I’m sure it’s worked for her among the college boys, and they must buy her lunch or do her homework or fawn at her feet to give her the afternoon’s amusement.
I asked, “How far do you run?”
“Today’s route is seven miles.”
“That’s a good run. No wonder you’re so fit. Did you think some more about that golf match?”
“Yeah, how would that work?”
“It might be easier if you bring one of your girlfriends and then I’ll invite a guy so we have a foursome. They have certain days when they like the mixed groups to play. Are you eighteen?”
“Yes, I just turned eighteen in February.”
“That was a big milestone. We could have played on your birthday and celebrated afterward. What’s your name?”
“Julie.”
“Julie is a nice name. I’m Dan. Why don’t you find one of your classmates on the golf team, if she’s over 18 like you, and I’ll find out a few times along with my pal to see what we can arrange?”
She bit her lip like she was going to say no from force of habit but then she said, “OK.”
“I’ll have to come watch one of your soccer games, too. Is your team good this year?”
“I think we’re pretty good. We reached the semi-finals last year and we’re sure to at least reach the states and maybe finals this year.”
“I like the confidence,” I told her, stepping closer until we were almost dancing. “You exude a positive spirit and energy that is captivating. I hope you never lose that.”
“Thanks, Dan,” she said enthusiastically and a short giggle.
“My pleasure,” I told her. “If you check back with me in a couple of days I may have some dates for our golf match.”
“OK, great. Can I leave this with you?” She held up the nearly empty bottle of Gatorade with about one gulp of swill in the bottom. She held it by the cap between two fingertips, as if it were refuse now and she didn’t want to dirty herself.
“Sure,” I said, taking it. If she thought I was going to obsess on her swill she was very mistaken, but I grabbed the bottle and smiled without any acknowledgement for her jest.
Julie did a pirouette by swinging her leg off my stoop behind, turning her back to me and stretching her arms in the air. She locked her fingers and arched her back, which pushed her butt slightly toward my pelvis without touching. Then she continued the pivot to turn facing me but two steps away and let her hands drop to the sides.
“OK, see you soon, Dan,” she announced, and resumed her run up the hill.
I watched for half a minute to admire that beautiful butt and slender legs and her frail arms pumping hard to propel herself.
Now the whole situation required a lot of contemplation on my part. Then next time I saw her running, we started to discuss some days and her progress in finding a friend to join. I asked her to bring her driver’s license and a copy of her friend’s, to prove they were over 18, blaming the club for its rules. She was able to prove that the next time I saw her.
Since she proved her age with a driver’s license then it was all legal. Any adult would criticize me regardless but where do you draw the line? Are you supposed to wait until they’re 21 or 25?”
It took considerable work to get my friend, Buddy, to arrange our foursome at the club. He thought the young women would only lead us to disaster. I mean, first of all it I didn’t set a blind date and I never told him to make sexual advances. Also, his girl was over 18 and it was all legal. He had asked me exactly how long did I think he was going to invest his effort to wait for a child? I told him, yes, pretty accurate, but humor me and try this one outing and maybe it will pay off for you in three or four months.
The other piece that took forever to get straight with Buddy was how to keep his mouth shut about the membership. I told him I lied to the girl, a little white lie, that we were both members, so I could exaggerate a bit about how I was a big shot like him. Eventually the flattery won him over even though he knew I was shoveling shit his way. He liked it anyway.
When we finally arranged this and the big day came, the two girls met us over in the club parking lot. I was unloading my golf bag out of my Maserati and Buddy was locking up his Mercedes when the two girls pull up in their beat Mazda missing one hubcap. They made me laugh but it was kind of sexy to chase after the po’ folk.
Julie wore short shorts, sparkling white and tight on her firm ass. At first I thought her friend had matching white shorts but when she turned I saw the front part was a skirt, so it was one of those complicated combinations. Both of them had light pastel shirts and short socks with the balls on back to keep them up. It all made them look like sisters or cheerleaders.
I suggested to Buddy that maybe we make our quick introductions and then he could settle at the starter’s table while I help them with their bags and that way we could usher them right onto the course without a lot of interaction or exhibition around the club house, since he was worried about his image. Suddenly he was not so concerned about people’s opinions, probably because Julie’s friend was an absolute knock-out. Slightly taller than Julie, a big head of brunette hair and full, fertile curves.
“Hello, hello,” I called to them as I walked over. “I’m Dan and this is Buddy.”
“Hi Buddy, I’m Julie and this is my friend, Nancy.”
Buddy gave Julie a little wave but extended a handshake to Nancy. That prompted me to take Julie’s hand in mine and encourage them both good luck in our match.
“Are we supposed to wear masks on the course?” Nancy asked.
I told her, “Do whatever makes you comfortable. Since we all pass as friends, we’re not required to wear masks amongst ourselves.”
“And you didn’t get your vaccine?” Julie chattered.
“No, we don’t qualify yet,” I laughed to her.
“Well aren’t you the risk taker!”
“It’s worth the risk, you’re right, to see your smiling face all afternoon. Buddy’s going to check us in at the starter’s desk and I can help you with your bags if you need.”
“We’re strong enough to carry our own,” Julie insisted, “but if you want to carry my books to school, for the fun of it, then I’ll save all of my might for the match and I won’t have any excuses.”
Buddy went ahead of us and I played the pack horse carrying Julie’s bag, Julie walking beside me and Nancy with her bag one step behind. As we passed the clubhouse I spied an older woman up on the concourse leaning against the railing, her subtle scowl falling the fifty yards down to us. It’s always the older women who drive society’s censure against young women. Don’t listen to their fake exhortations of morality and protection and reparations. It’s the jealousy eating away at their insides.
On the first tee Julie was practicing her swing without a ball by the men’s marker, and over-doing the hips to flaunt her ass and she suddenly stops and says to Buddy, “Do we get a lot of Mulligans, so we can do it over and over until we get it right? We played before but you can treat us like it’s the first time. Maybe you go and show us how to do it?”
Buddy stood there dumb-founded and I pushed up to break the silence. “If we let Buddy hit first he knows the best approach for each hole. Aim for his ball and you can’t go wrong.”
Julie laughed as if that was close to an innuendo. When Buddy stayed straight-faced then Nancy gave a faint smile. Nancy was kind of reacting to Buddy, who was much more quiet than usual. Nancy basically impressed me that she was already practicing the obedient wife in training.
Buddy asked if they had handicaps but we finally settled on giving them one stroke per hole, not as a bet, but as a kind of challenge to win a bonus. I suggested if they won we’d set up a special dinner and show as a late celebration of their 18th birthdays.
The first couple of holes had gone predictably enough. Buddy was playing on par, since he was the only real golfer among us, and myself three strokes back and one ahead of Nancy. I was talking to Buddy as he drove our cart behind theirs to the third tee and he says out of the blue, “You know they really are stupid. Brains like mush. I don’t know why you’re wasting your time hanging with children.”
“Dude, you need to chill,” I told him. “Granted, these 18 year old girls don’t have self-control. Nature does it to them and then they procreate and after a thousand years their genes take over the population. Listen to their cues and revel with their inspiration. A beautiful woman rules the world.”
Buddy didn’t see it my way. Maybe it was his brain that was mush.
I ran up and joined Julie on the tee where she was practicing her swing again. I called up to her, “Julie, you’re going to wear yourself out.”
“Don’t be silly. I’m trying to fix my swing.”
I came up behind as she contorted her arms and torso without swinging as a misguided attempt to find the ideal position. Her arms were rigid and she had her shoulders pushed high trying to extend the club. I touched her forearm to encourage her to relax, and I said, “Don’t over-think it. If you try to force it then you’ll prevent your body from giving the natural swing of momentum.”
Julie said, “I always do that. I forget to sit down where I can swing my hips to rotate my body.” Then she dropped into a half-sitting position and pushed back right into my crotch. She wagged her butt back and forth across the top of my thighs, due to her height, but close enough to give me an instant hard-on.
Julie kept going, “Am I doing it right? What do you think?”
“You’re a natural,” I agreed. Although I didn’t add any movement, I relished her body heat. “All you need is more practice, and not more advice. In a few years you are going to own the field.”
Nancy stood nearby watching us with a slight grin and taking it all in.
That was probably the most flirtatious incident of the match although several times Julie ran up as I sat in the cart and put her hand on my shoulder, or she grabbed my elbow and pulled herself up an incline. She was a natural extrovert who liked to touch and interact with people and enjoyed learning about behavior and people’s reactions.
By the end of the match, I had kept my score close enough to Julie’s by over-shooting the chip shots and missing short putts. It wasn’t easy, believe me, especially after she put a drive into the stream three times in a row instead of dropping. We only counted one extra stroke for her on that one. Because I kept it close to Julie, then her friend, Nancy, was actually beating me. Buddy just went his own way, well under us, although our bad play irritated him and he did not play his best game.
On the 18th I had to three-putt to let Julie beat me, a bit too obvious, and she finally said, “Really, Dan? You don’t have to deliberately miss.”
“Oh, I thought it was you who was missing on purpose, because you felt like a woman is supposed to let the man win. We live in a new age of equality and you’re allowed to win now.”
“That’s still to be determined,” Julie retorted.
“Any way, I think my stroke was straight enough but then as it approached the hole the ball veered over at you standing on the side. You’re just a natural attractor, what can I say?”
“Ha ha.”
“Hey Buddy, should we all grab a sandwich over at the Panera? That may be easier than navigating the whole club house routine.”
“Actually, I have to meet some mates from my softball team, so I’m going to skedaddle. But I’ll be sure to follow up and make it up to you, Nancy. It was a pleasure to meet both of you, Julie and Nancy.”
OK, I thought that was the dumbest thing of the day from Buddy. If he actually scheduled time with his beer buds right after our match, then he’s an idiot. Unable to steer through the social interactions. Well, who knows what minor religious conviction or childhood training or untold bias he suffers. It’s little wonder some people stay single.
The ladies agreed to follow me over to a local sandwich spot, not a Panera but a mom and pop shop very popular in the neighborhood. It wasn’t too crowded while it was still sunny, and we grabbed a table outside along the edge bordering the sidewalk.
We had ordered our sandwiches and just chatting away, watching the sun start to set, and Julie said, “Now, Dan, do you owe us both a dinner date since you lost?”
“That was ambiguous, wasn’t it, whether our competition was by pairs or in toto. Buddy’s such a good golfer, like a race horse that you can’t hold back from running the fastest. He couldn’t help himself.”
The ladies were trying to decipher what I said and Julie reverted, “And then, you’re going to make it up when you buy us both a dinner date?”
“I want the two of you to be happy. I think Buddy was intimidated because you’re the most gorgeous woman he ever saw on a blind date. You’ll appreciate what I’m telling you a few years from now. How about this? If Buddy doesn’t reconnect with you, then we’ll figure out how to create a special night for you, too?”
Julie smiled with her little pursed lips and she was clearly studying my face. She did not appreciate how her games present danger to a man. Nor to appreciate that at this stage I would not risk destroying our growing relationship to chase her friend.
But Julie said, “I’m glad you flattered her. After you and I dragged her into this, I want to make sure she’s satisfied, too.”
We all set to eating our sandwiches. After a few bites, Julie continued her line.
“How do you imagine my special day will go? Will you entice me with your fascinating descriptions of where you’ll take me?”
She made me laugh. I held myself back. I told her, “Let’s plan it out a bit. Should we choose a Friday? Do you have to tell your parents that you are sleeping over your friend’s house?”
“I’m not obligated but yes, easy enough to say I’m heading into the city with friends for shopping, dinner and a show, and then a sleep-over, and then I won’t be tied down eating macaroni and cheese with the p & m.”
“That’s good. If we meet up in the late afternoon, we’ll hit the boutiques down on the Drive with their Italian designer clothing, where you can pick out a new skirt or dress or whatever suits your fancy. And new shoes or bling to accessorize. You don’t need to overdo it. Something elegant yet casual, to fit in for this open air restaurant by the coast. It will have a much nicer sunset over the water than what we see here. I mean, the sky is turning some nice colors but just a slice that teases us to find another spot where we could really enjoy it.”
“I agree,” Julie lamented. “It’s not right to tease unless you consummate it.”
Wow, she was sending me all the signals. Or she’s the biggest tease in the world. I couldn’t even say that she deliberately arched her back to push her tits out, her movement was that subtle, but her body was front and center when she said it.
“You’ll enjoy the sensory delights, I have no doubt,” I told them. “They have a full menu of European dishes along with the high end American fare. And on a Friday night there is a duet or a girl on a guitar or some local entertainment. I’ll search that date to see if there are any shows in the area that permit a small crowd, but it is perfectly acceptable to enjoy a long dessert or hang at the bar and listen to the live music.”
“That sounds great,” Julie continued. “They’ve figured out the seating then, to handle the Covid? I so hope we’ll get vaccinated before we go to college. Nancy and I both would like to punch our V cards before then.”
She stunned me and I gave a small smile to hide my astonishment. Nancy started playing footsies and rubbed her stocking foot up the inside of my calf. She kept a straight face and said, “We could tell you’d take care of us.”
“I’ll make it special for you. A year from now when you’re hanging with your sorority sisters in college, you can brag about the memory, and not some seven minutes of confusion with a ham handed juvenile out on the playground. There’s a quaint little inn down there, but no breakfast and no nosy matron either. You can sleep in and have brunch elsewhere before we return.”
“You’re super polite,” Nancy said charmingly, and continuing to rub on my leg. “I see that I’ll have to press on Julie afterward to get any details.”
Julie laughed at that. They opened up a world of possibilities.
For the next few weeks, Julie’s presence ate away at my mind and her beautiful shape popped into my thoughts a couple times a day. I bumped into her once a week during her run up the hill and we were able to finalize our details. It was never enough to satisfy my desire to get closer. Her small provocations convinced me that she really was a virgin. I never fucked a virgin before. But there’s a first time for everything.
When the big day arrived, I met her over by a strip of shops near her friend, Nancy. The hour was comfortably after high school let out and before the end of the work day. Plenty of time to shop before dinner. I threw her little blue suitcase in the trunk and we sped away.
Julie immediately set to playing with all the buttons, first to move her seat up and back and then to recline, and then to test the seat warmer. “Oooh, that really warms your butt!’
I reached over to caress her bare knee exposed from her mid-length skirt and that she pushed over toward me. Her skin was deliciously smooth and soft. “I think it’s that beautiful little body of yours that’s cooking the leather.”
“I never knew how much fun it could be to tool around in a sports car.”
“You belong in a car like this. Perhaps we’ll have a reprise where we take a quiet picnic in the countryside. If you’re going to fool around in the backseat, you might as well do it in style. Or I could rent a limo with chauffeur and then we’d have more room and could enjoy ourselves on the ride to and fro.”
“Ooouu,” she sighed and spread her legs further while edging her hips forward on the seat. I let my fingers trace up the inside of her thigh and luxuriated in the firm yet supple flesh of her leg.
She said, “I’m going to enjoy spending time with you tonight.”
I continued to tease her lightly but I did not touch her too aggressively. I think she wanted me to. She wanted to play right away but I did not want to press an awkward hand position and it worked to start building her excitement.
I said, “If you play your cards right, I’ll let you borrow this car to drive your friends to the prom or graduation. That would impress them, don’t you think?”
“I do,” she agreed.
When we arrived on the Drive then I found a parking lot that put us closest to the shops. I didn’t waste time searching for a street spot. Julie saw a neat black dress in a window and we dodged in to browse their lines. After perusing the showcases in back and a brief interchange with the clerk, Julie asked to try a yellow sundress in her size.
She stepped out of the changing room to show me this smart dress with a twirl on her toes. The dress was her. It tied up behind her neck with a plunging split down her chest, and Julie had taken off her bra to let her tits move freely. I saw her nips poke through the front.
I stepped up to feel the fabric around the back of her waist. I whispered in her ear, “I see you let yourself free. Did you do that for me?” Then I reached up and tweaked her nipple through the fabric. Kept going over to the left, inside the dress, and pinched her naked teat, plump and palatable.
I told her, “They probably have video cameras, but I couldn’t resist a quick touch of your beautiful flesh. If you like that dress, let’s buy it and you can wear it out of here.”
She wore the dress as is. Her shoes didn’t match well but we found some choices a few doors down. Julie picked out three options and had the college boy fetch the right sizes from the back. As she sat on the chair and let him buckle the different options on her left and right feet, for comparison, I saw how he looked up at her face but had to look down to her feet in embarrassment. Maybe it was those hard pointers or maybe he even got a peek of her panties.
Nothing further came of that interlude and Julie chose a pair of short heels, halfway to flat sandals, and a warm tan color that went with her sundress and skin tone. She found a thin gold necklace that laid on her bare skin and completed the look. Julie was delighted and looped her arm in mine as we walked back to the car.
On our drive to the coast the opportunity arose for me to resume my caress of her thigh. It was even easier as the hem of the sundress rose up her legs. I let my fingers roam to the frill of her panties. Honestly I was relieved she still had them on. Somehow I wanted to believe that Julie was innocent. It was my own perverted mind that wondered if she had taken off her panties to tease that young man. There will probably come a time later in life when she plays men by flashing her pussy. For this point in her life, she was a natural spirit that expressed the joy of her body without artifice.
Although I teased her again, I tried to resist fingering her. I felt the moist panties and how excited she was in the moment, with the new clothes and the plush bucket seat and the slow advance of our intimacy. I had to let my fingers probe under the elastic strap of her panties and brush through her pubic hair. Her lips were engorged and wet. Rubbing along the outside of her lips, I flattened my fingers over her mound and stimulated generally over her clit.
We arrived at the Inn quickly and I checked us in at the desk. We dropped our bags and refreshed in the room. I took her in my arms and gave her a deep kiss, stroked her back and caressed the crease of her ass as I tongued her in a French kiss. I told her, “Really, I’d like to make love to you right now but I want to make the first time special. Let’s have some dinner and then we’ll have hours.”
“OK,” she agreed and gave me a peck on the lips to show she looked forward to it.
The restaurant was a couple of miles down the coast and no wait. They ushered us to a table that would fit four at the corner of the veranda with some privacy and where we could sit next to each other to both enjoy a clear view of the burgeoning sunset over the water.
As we waited for our appetizers to arrive, Julie dropped a hand to my thigh and leaned in to kiss my cheek. She said, “Dan, you know all the best places. What a fabulous spot for a bite.” Then she traced the fingers of her other hand down her nicely tanned flesh showing in the split of her dress. Her movements seemed natural but I was sure she consciously performed each subtle gesture and flirtation to attract me.
When our appetizers arrived, an antipasto plate and a dozen littleneck clams, then Julie picked an olive to feed my lips. She sent me to a magical dream, sitting in the countryside, my nymph feeding me grapes in between sips of wine. I returned the favor by extending my fork with a steamed clam, which she mouthed between her teeth and lips before sucking it in with her tongue. She had to dab her lips with the napkin then and she giggled.
Music started shortly after, a man playing a portable electric piano and a female vocalist. They set up inside the doorway to the veranda, resonating inside and out. The woman was dressed in a long evening gown split up the leg and she had all the moves for each song, small steps to evoke dancing on a fast party beat, or leaning on the side of the man’s table with dreamy eyes for the romantic slow melody.
I asked Julie, “What do you imagine you will do in life? Do you know what you’ll study in college?”
“I was thinking I’d go pre-med.”
“That’s heavy stuff. A lot of work. Will that leave you time to play?”
“I’ll do fine,” she said. “Work hard, play hard.”
“I’m afraid if you become a doctor, none of your patients will get better. They’ll be back in your waiting room every day with a new symptom or needing a refill.”
“Ha ha,” she laughed. “So what sort of play do you imagine I’ll find in college?”
“It will find you, I’m sure. But if you get bored, then you can escape for a weekend with me. We can go down to Cabo or hop over to Europe. I could see you shopping in Paris and lying naked in the sand in Greece.”
“Mmmmm, I’d like to do that with you.”
Julie’s petite filet arrived and I set to assembling my roasted Muscovy duck with its curly zucchini and grass shoots and tortilla wraps as a variant to the classic Peking style. We enjoyed our dishes for a few bites before sharing portions. I learned that she wasn’t kidding when she told the waiter she liked the steak truly rare.
As the sun disappeared into a swath of oranges and reds, they lit candles along the railing that emitted a soft glow, complementing the sky with its amber hue and diffusing a gentle smoke that kept the bugs away. We finished our meals and Julie moved over to rest her head on my shoulder and one hand on my chest. The woman was singing cover to You Make Loving Fun and Julie swayed her head slowly to the beat.
The song finished and I said, “That show starts in about an hour, but we don’t have to go. We can enjoy dessert here and listen to the music or whatever you’d like.”
“I’ve had enough to eat,” she confessed. “Honestly, I think you can take me back to the Inn.” Her smile was priceless for all the dimensions of peace and gratitude and lust she conveyed.
I didn’t need to ask twice. I settled the bill with cash to avoid waiting any longer.
When we arrived back to the Inn, Julie pranced into the room and kicked her shoes off. As she drew one curtain to view the twilight, I peeled back the blankets and sheets and left my shoes under the chair.
She said, “The moon is rising and it’s still twilight.”
I turned off the lamp and let Julie enjoy the emerging stars. As I came up behind her, she was holding onto the drape with both hands up by her face, mesmerized by the moon. I slid my hands around the front of her stomach and lowered my chin to her shoulder to gaze along with her. She tilted her face against mine.
I turned my head to kiss her neck. Mouthed the firm muscle up to her ear, teethed her ear lobe and rubbed my cheek against hers. My fingers drew over the top of her thighs and out to cradle her hips. Raising my hands up her torso, I cupped her breasts and teased her nipples through the fabric.
Julie gave a soft moan and reached up behind her neck to untie the top of her dress. The front of her dress fell to her waist and allowed me to cup her naked tits. Her little sighs encouraged me as I tweaked her nipples and kissed her neck.
I reached down to scoop her legs and butt and carry her over to the bed. I lowered her enough to drop her on the mattress without any great shock. The moonlight lit her face as she beamed with expectancy after being thrown open on the bed. She lifted her hips to help me pull her dress off completely. Julie lay back on the bed, naked except for the necklace and her skimpy panties, one knee bent to expose herself to me. Her body faded toward gray tones in the moonlight but the slender shapes of her limbs and the curves of her torso looked supremely ready to be fucked.
After shedding my shirt and pants, I climbed up on top of her and took her head in my hands to start a long, deep kiss. We took our time on the different ways to mash our lips and play with our tongues and I let her suck on my tongue for a bit. I used my hips and legs to continue brushing between her thighs and on top of her mound. My fingers tickled her ears before I lowered one hand to resume tweaking her nipples.
Her nipples were fabulously firm and supple, already primed to nurse a newborn. Her tits so smooth and fresh, would easily swell to give all the comforts of motherhood when her time came and the hormones kicked in. I moved down to teethe her nipples. Julie caught her breath and then moaned, and it seemed to be a new sensation for her as I moved back and forth tugging on her nubs with my teeth and tickling with my tongue. Surely she had let some boy suck her tits before but it may have been rushed and awkward in a car seat or on a park bench.
I came back up to kiss her as I dropped one hand down between our hips and rubbed her mound. I let my fat finger push the fabric between the lips of her pussy and move all of her flesh around. My fingers reached down inside her panties and rubbed directly on her pussy. As I pushed one finger into her vagina, I shoved my tongue in her mouth. Her body convulsed and she clenched on my finger, eager to be fucked like that.
The finger fucking went well for a long time and Julie humped against my hand as her excitement was building. I leaned back and lifted the waistband of her underwear up away off her hips. Julie spied me with adoring eyes but curious to watch what I would do, as if she was only a witness to her own submission.
After I peeled her undies off, I parted her knees. The bend of her legs and curve of her butt all led me to the center of attention, her sweet pussy. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed without being shaved bare or making any funny shapes. The lips were well defined and gently open to invite me.
I lifted her foot and kissed her calf, let her smooth skin draw the inside of my lip open across her knee and tickled her briefly with a glance of my teeth. I continued to kiss down the inside of her thigh and then I bounced over to her other thigh, which helped spread her legs and pin them down.
When I reached her sweet pussy, she suddenly asked, “What are you doing?”
“Relax and enjoy this,” I coached her. “Someday you’ll be wishing the man you’re with will be giving you more attention and you’ll think back to this fond memory.
I kissed her pussy and licked lightly up the outside of her lips. Circles around her vulva led to mouthing generally over her mound without hitting her clit directly. I tugged her lips between my teeth and poked my tongue in her slit. She was a little tangy but the smell of sex was strong. I started with quick little pokes that got her wet and loose, and let it progress to deep, thick plunge of my tongue. I like to eat a nice pussy but Julie was truly exquisite. Her gash was so fresh and wet, ripe for fucking. You never appreciate when you’re 18 how perfect the young pussy is.
Tongue fucking led to a lick up her gash and ending in a flick over her clit. Julie moaned and clenched her muscles. As she liked that, I fell into a rhythm of two seconds tongue fucking and a quick lick up to hit her clit. Julie had her eyes closed and her head held back, and her mouth forming a small O as she clutched the sheets.
If I had kept going she would have progressed to an orgasm. That time would come but I wanted her first orgasm to come from my dick swelling inside her pussy. I gave her clit one last kiss and sat up to a kneeling position. Stripping off my underwear, my boner stuck straight at her. Julie’s fascination with the dick about to impale her was admirable.
I pushed up to straddle her chest and present my penis to her face. “Get me wet,” I coaxed her.
She seemed a bit unsure. I leaned down over her face to bring my penis to her lips, and she opened to let it in. I was doing the work and pumping in and out with short strokes so she wouldn’t gag. Julie was very passive although her lips and tongue were deliciously wet and tender.
I asked her, “You’re not used to that, are you?”
She mumbled, “Uh-uhh.”
“You’ll learn to love it all in good time but I’m going to fuck you now.”
I lay back down on her body. Mashed my lips back to a passionate kiss and moved my penis up to her slit. As we kissed and twisted our faces to hit the different angles of how our mouths could interlock, I poked the tip of my dick repeatedly at her entrance. Julie tried to pinch my body between her knees to urge me inside.
I let her have the head. The crown bumped inside her taut muscle and I poked my tongue in her mouth. God her hole was tight. I could feel her bones and ligaments and yet she was gushing and made the friction exhilarating. Her body was loosening bit by bit to let me push deeper.
Her face was lost in oblivion. Gone were the little tricks and flirtations and giggles. Every thrust deeper brought a pant from her open mouth. When I finally hit home and bumped on her mound then her eyes winced and I thought she might cry. I ground on her clit before resuming my long, slow thrusts.
Her body was so fucking sweet I just wanted to have at her. I had to hold myself back to make it a touch more special for her. I sat back up and withdrew to put on a condom. It was a touch risky to start without the rubber but well worth that luxury of skin to skin contact. I spat on the rubber, but before I pushed back inside, I flipped her leg over to set Julie on her side.
She naturally bent her leg and stretched her knee up to a sprinter’s position. I eased in between her thighs and my dick found the slot right into her pussy. I clutched a handful of her head hair to help me push deep again. My balls and scrotum were rubbing up her groin as I pounded her. Julie had one hand up under her face and the other stretched out to the edge of the mattress.
We had a good groove going and I decided to let it run without changing a lot of positions. I grabbed her wrist with my free hand to press it to the mattress as I laid over top. She shaped her body to submit to my control where we touched. I kissed the side of her mouth and then her neck. She complied to open her neck for me as I kissed the tender flesh and played with her ear. All the while pumping hard and getting the full length of that slick glide.
Another ten minutes and I could sense how she was building to an orgasm. Her body was undulating though she tried to hold tight and her muscles clenched on my pokes. I let the tempo accelerate and she knew I was going to cum soon, my cock head swelling inside that hot little pussy as I expected. Then I let it flow. Long jets of spunk that made me dream of pumping right into her womb. And she moaned.
After the third pump I settled down on top of her and kissed her tenderly. “What a beautiful body you have,” I told her. “You have your whole life ahead and it would be wrong for me to constrain you, but I’ll cherish you for as long as you will have me.”
“That’s sweet of you to say.”
And we laid together cuddling for ten minutes before I rose first to wash off in the bathroom. When I returned she went in to the bathroom to clean up. I propped the pillows up by the headboard and lounged on the bed.
Julie did not come directly to the bed but walked over to the open curtain and gazed at the stars again. I wondered if she knew how beautiful and sexy her body was outlined in the moonlight. The full curve of her tit up to the protruding nipple before she turned. The pure sphere of her ass and then as she stood with her legs spread, the small gap between her thighs. The short peach fuzz of her pussy was showing in the moonlight.
I came up behind and kissed her cheek, wrapped my hands around her chest and abdomen, and pulled my body with hers. Her scent and heat and soft, smooth skin made me hard again. I pressed my dick on the crack of her ass.
“You’re like a nymph that appeared out of the moonlight. Absolutely idyllic. Do you think you’d like to take a walk out there by the water or even out to enjoy any of the night life?”
“I love the touch of your body,” she whispered. “I’d be happy to hang out here tonight.”
Music to my ears. I kissed her face and seduced her to turn and kiss my mouth. As we dallied with our tongues, I reached both hands to glance lightly over her nipples and tease her. Then I scraped my fingernails lightly down her ribcage to her hip bones and down the top of her thighs.
“Ooooh,” she cooed.
I kissed down to the small of her back and knelt behind. She let me guide her body to turn where I kissed and tongued her belly button. I lowered my mouth to her mound and ran my tongue through the lips of her pussy. As I coaxed her legs apart and resumed the loving circles of her vulva, Julie slipped her fingers through my hair and embraced my head to her crotch.
I lifted one leg over my shoulder and tilted down to press my face directly upwards into her snatch. My tongue fucking was more gentle this time. Small, slow pokes in and out of the entrance and around her lips. One hand behind her butt and a finger up through the crack of her ass held her in place.
She would have let me go on forever. I pulled her by the hand over to the bed. I encouraged her to kneel in the middle with a pillow under her hips. I fished another condom out of my pants because eventually I would fuck her again. For now I settled in to lick her pussy from behind.
By repeating some of the same motions, from reverse, I could tongue her twat and then lick down around her vulva and smack over her clit now and then. I poked a finger inside and licked around the lips at the same time. The position was awkward, but I could intersperse this with the direct caress to her crotch.
As I tongue fucker her, I let my nose bump into her anus. If I was lucky, we’d continue to explore levels of intimacy and one day I’d take her anal cherry. For tonight my play was constrained to the tip of my nose running around the rim of her ass as my tongue probed deep in her vagina and my fingers rubbed generally over her clit. I’m confident all the sensation was general and she may not even have known how much I was playing with her ass.
Replacing my tongue with two fingers, I pushed deep in her vagina and pressed down, inside, to hit her G spot. My other hand continued the glances over her clit. And now I tongued lightly on the perineum. Got it all wet where I could bounce my nose, get it sloppy, and run the tip up around her ass. I continued to finger her pussy and clit as I alternated my tongue and nose.
She was building her excitement. The slowest rocking of her hips to meet the thrust of fingers. A little moan. I increased my pace and although it took another five minutes, she reached a strong orgasm. My fingers pushed hard inside on her G spot and I let her continue to ride it.
While she was still luxuriating in her afterglow, I rolled the condom onto my dick and sat forward to push it in. Julie had the slightest head turn to see what was happening, but I didn’t wait to explain. I slid my dick inside and it went so easily. She was wet and loose and she moaned as I sank all the way into her pussy.
I gave it to her doggy style for a few minutes, lightly running my fingers up her back, then under to cup her breasts and to tweak her nipples. How could I forget her nipples? One hand stayed there, supporting her chest and playing back and forth, as I reached the other down between her legs and seized her groin. This let me apply the maximum pressure to my thrusts while stimulating the outside of her pussy.
After we achieved a rhythm and she reset her excitement from the plateau of her previous orgasm, I rolled us over to the side. We were spooning, facing the moonlight. But I wrapped my leg over hers and held her captive, my hand tight over her clit as her thighs pressed together and forced everything to move together. My other hand let go of her tit and grasped her neck, barely touching, as an intimation of light bondage. I was thrusting deeply and felt the touch of her cervix inside. Julie clutched the pillow and held on for dear life.
No doubt we could have rolled straight to an orgasm. Her excitement was already that high and the pleasure of thrusting deep and hard from this position was excellent. But I cherished the moment and knew it would be a great memory. I changed my hand motions slightly and at times I rolled more on top to force her body into the mattress. Otherwise I let the rhythm build and build and build. She was well past the point of release and wanted me to cum. My pace built faster and faster to let her know the timing and when it came I clenched her legs tight and jabbed my penis right to her womb. My cum was flooding the tip of the rubber inside and her muscles convulsed simultaneously.
We held that way and even fell asleep for a time. When I awoke, I kissed her ear and released my hold on her. I cleaned up in the bathroom while Julie chose to sleep on. I came back to spoon with her and we slept that way. It was a little dream that she might wake up in the night and desire a repeat. In truth we slept rather soundly through the night.
In the morning I heard her taking a bath. The sun was shining through the open slit of the drapes. As I rose to the drapes and saw that the view was directly out to the water without any public space right below, I could pull the drapes halfway open to provide more light and the nice view while maintaining privacy for our room.
When she emerged, Julie wore a towel wrapped around her hair but nothing else. She pranced over to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a big kiss on my lips.
“Good morning, lover!” she exclaimed. “Look at the sunshine!”
She danced on her toe tips over to the window and spread her hands up on the drapes to take in the view. Her naked form cast a pleasant reprise of her silhouette in the moonlight. Now I could see the beautiful curves of her breasts and hips but also the three dimensional S of her spine down to her firm butt and the crease of her ass flowing to the subtle curves in the space between her thighs. The little tuft of pubic hair glowing in the sunlight etched an image I will always revere.
I relieved myself in the bathroom, washed up quickly and brushed my teeth for a minute. Julie was still by the window when I returned so I came directly to her. I resumed my position behind her with my chin on her shoulder looking at the water in parallel, my hands spanning her chest and her belly.
“Do you want a repeat performance?” I asked.
Julie spun and with a giggle she pushed me back to the bed. I was backing up and laughing with her and she pushed me again until my knees hit the edge of the mattress and I fell back on the bed. Julie threw the towel off her hair, jumped right up over my chest and pinned my shoulders down.
I laughed and rolled her over once until I was on top, and then again to let her be on top. Julie liked that and she laughed for the play. The rolls left me more squarely on the mattress. Julie sat up again spread eagle on my chest and pinned my shoulders down. She was a bit giddy for playing dominant over me as I probably had fifty pounds on her.
Then she adopted a more serious, mischievous grin. She rubbed her hot, dripping pussy up and down on my belly. Bit her lip as she watched the lust on my face. Then she lowered her chest to my face and brushed her tits across my chin. But when I tried to suck on her nipple she pulled back and giggled.
Julie repeated that a few times and then let me have it. As I teethed her nipple, she cooed and scooted her hips down my body. She found the tip of my boner with her pussy and tilted her pelvis to force the crown of my dick into her hole. It was her turn to tease me with the tightness of that first entry.
She scooped her hand under my head and forced my mouth to suck hard on her tit. As I sucked, Julie did the work of inching my dick thrust after thrust in her cunt. I reached up on her ribs to encourage her rocking. I let go of her nipple and pulled harder on her hips but she denied my urgency to bury the full length of my cock inside. She was enjoying the progression of the penetration up her vaginal wall and she controlled the pace.
Finally she let go of my shoulders, grabbed the headboard, and dropped herself fully impaled on my dick. She cooed “Umm” and ground her clit around on my belly. Then she raised up not all the way off but thrust hard down on my pole. Julie repeated the motion over and over, building the tempo. She rolled her lip inside her teeth and her eyes winced each time she hit home.
I said, “You should use a condom before we cause regret.”
She went a few more strokes before she pulled off. She said, “Some time I’m going to get birth control and make you flood my pussy with your spunk. Where are the condoms?”
“You’ll find some in my bag there.”
Julie hopped off and found the condoms in my bag. I enjoyed the image of her wet twat between the cheeks of her ass while she bent over the bag. When Julie returned, she handed me the condom, and I showed her how I pinched it to prevent an air pocket and rolled it on. She seemed to appreciate that lesson and then climbed back up top to resume her routine of guiding my dick into her snatch and starting her ride.
I think she relished the demonstration of her athletic body, how she could use the power of her thighs to lift and thrust her hips. She didn’t know all the moves to tilt her hips with the strokes or to tighten her vaginal muscles in coordination with her motions. But she was a true cowgirl and rode me strong for at least twenty minutes. She was learning the signs and pattern of a male orgasm and she obliged me as my dick got rock hard and the head swelled inside to increase her tempo and force me to cum. She continued to ride my dick through my orgasm and scuffed her clit hard on my pelvis.
When she was satisfied, she dropped her tits on my face and cradled my head in both arms to her chest.
“Ummmm,” she said. “Thank you for that.”
“The pleasure was mine,” I assured her.
We indulged in a leisurely brunch before heading back home. The café had a smorgasbord bar that let you choose what you wanted. I was surprised by the appetite of this fit, athletic but light woman. Her metabolism must have been running triple time.
As Julie crunched on a piece of crispy bacon, I remembered the voyeur spying me from the window below my house. I said to Julie, “You know, Julie, the image of your gorgeous body silhouetted in the moonlight and then the sunlight will live in my memory for a long time. It made me remember that I saw a woman looking up from your house. Was that you?”
“Um, no,” she said with surprise. “Maybe it was my sister.”
“You have a sister?”
“Yes, Lisa.”
“Is that your little sister?”
“No, she’s in college but it’s mostly remote learning this year. She’s twenty-one.”
I gave her a smile but didn’t probe further. Such a sweet girl, I doubt Julie could appreciate the mind of a hunter, and how I could relish the potential while biding my time for the opportunity to fall my way.
I asked Julie, “And how about the hot pink light I saw? Is that your room or Lisa’s, or maybe a bathroom?”
“Oh,” Julie laughed. “That’s my mom. Funny, isn’t it?”
“What’s going on there? Is that some kind of 60’s psychedelic experience? Your mom doesn’t look old enough.”
“No, she’s not. My dad is older and sometimes my mom plays like she’s a hippie and puts on the pink light and spins his old albums. It’s a kind of an inside joke between them.”
“That is funny.” So many possibilities.
Later we were driving back on the highway with the windows down, enjoying the warm advent of spring, when Julie suddenly turns to me and says, “I want to thank you for a wonderful night. It was like a girl’s dream come true and you’re right, I’ll have a great story to share with my buds.”
“You’re no girl, Julie,” I assured her. “You’re a full woman in every way.”
Julie reached over and stroked my penis through my pants. She made me instantly hard. If she was wondering if I could get it up yet again, she got her answer.
She said, “If being a woman means I get to do this, then I’m all for it.” She undid my belt buckle and unzipped my fly. I checked the mirrors and adjusted my speed to create space in front and behind from other cars.
She had my dick out and was stroking it in her fingers. Julie scooted over and kissed me on the cheek and then the neck. She said, “Don’t think I wasn’t paying attention to all your wiles. I want to thank you properly.”
Julie dropped her head and guided my dick into her mouth. Her tender lips gave me the sweetest kiss a man could ever hope for. She surprised me but I had no complaints.
Julie slobbered and tried to take my entire shaft in her mouth. I admired her effort. I hit the seat button on the left to move the seat back and recline, to give her more space.
After relenting on the deep throat, Julie came up for air and then relaxed to suck on the top half. She looped her finger and thumb around my dick and jacked me hard into her mouth. I could have complained that it was more hand job than blow job, but I loved her enthusiasm and hoped we’d enjoy learning the things that would please each other.
Julie had at it and she was going to make me cum. No doubt about that. The truck thirty yards ahead was slowing and I think he spotted us in his side mirror. There was a beater pickup trying to outpace me from behind and somehow that seemed more problematic. So I accelerated well past the limit and decided to fly by the eighteen-wheeler.
I was holding Julie’s head down but it did nothing to hide her. The trucker flashed me a thumb’s up as I passed. And that wasn’t enough so he gave the top horn a burst. Julie jerked up like she was going to escape but I didn’t let it happen. I wished I had poked a finger in her ear.
Julie must have thought I was telling her how close I was by holding her down. She started stroking as fast as she could and her mouth worked the head, ready to receive. Not as sweet as her pussy but she had me ready to explode. I let it go and she clamped her mouth down to swallow. She was a champ and took it all. Sat up afterward and wiped her mouth dry. Then she kissed me again on the cheek.
I buckled myself up and reset the seat. I told her, “Wow, Julie, you’re great. I hope you don’t forget me.”
“I hope you won’t forget me. If I stop by your house on my run, can I just pop in for a while?”
“I’d like that. Do you run every day?”
“Almost. Sunday’s I sometimes run after lunch and then Monday’s early morning around 7.”
“OK, I’ll be there.”
“You know, we need to think of fun things for Nancy. We can’t forget Nancy.”
“I’m all ears.”
“No,” Julie laughed. “Thankfully not.”
Oh, the world was full of possibilities.