WRITER’S NOTE: I know! It’s been a long time since I last published on here. Life did a very good job of getting in the way, but I’ve made an conscious effort to focus more on my creative endeavors, so I plan on posting more on here.
ANOTHER WRITER’S NOTE: The character of Anna is based on a woman I met for a date a years ago. Unfortunately, a very poorly-worded instant message conversation led to a misunderstanding that pretty much put the kibosh on anything beyond the one date. I was genuinely disappointed about the way things went since I liked her. She struck me as a bit of a kindred spirit and I felt there was potential for more and I wanted to explore the possibilities with her. I know it’s stretch, but my hope is she somehow comes across this story, it resonates with her, and she reaches out to me. Well, we’ll see…

“You sure you don’t want a coat?”
“I’m…okay.” She replied.
For me, the weather was perfect for late October – warm in the sun with just the touch of a chill in the shade. I was comfortable enough, but she was practically shivering.
“Here, take this.” I handed her my jacket.
She protested a little, but put it on anyway.
Truth be told, I was almost shocked Anna said yes to a second date. Our first one was a few weeks ago and it wasn’t one of my better get-to-know-you meetings. It was hot as Hell that night thanks to a late heat wave that made me a sweaty mess at the outdoor restaurant. Plus, I arrived late which never makes for a good first impression. But we drank, we talked and laughed, hung out until way too late on a “school night.” I figured I was a good distraction for a night out. The customary end of the date hug and peck on the cheek felt just like that, so I went home content that I’d probably never see her again.
A day later, she texted me.
Anna said she enjoyed our date, and although she couldn’t say what it was, there was something about me that she liked. She felt a need to get to know me a little more and see where the feeling led her. In the meantime, we picked up a flirty and fun text conversation, and even a phone call or two. Like her, I felt there was something with the chemistry, but couldn’t put my finger on what exactly. Hell, I hadn’t even looked at the dating app we met through, and I’m not a big believer in fate or destiny, but sometimes you know when the universe is trying to tell you something.
Our schedules were a little all over the place, so it took a week or so to coordinate a good time for a second date. Fortunately, Autumn weather arrived a little earlier than usual, making for a beautiful day. Going to a winery was my idea – it offered a good venue for conversation and focus on us, a little time outdoors, and alcohol if we needed some liquid courage or inspiration.
For the DC area, an Autumn Saturday afternoon means two things for the singles crowd – watching college football or winery hopping. The winery was a little busier than I wanted, so I pulled out all the stops to keep a charming disposition as we waited for an opening in the tasting room. We arrived just after a tour bus, so the room was full of twenty- and thirty-somethings, most dressed up and pretending they knew anything about wine. It was clear from their laughing and spilt wine that this wasn’t the first winery stop on their tour, but they offered Anna and I some entertainment.
Anna was a nice change from the past few women I met. Lately, I was having a run of attracting younger women, which some might enjoy, but I found them either hard to relate to or were on the prowl for a “sponsor” or sugardaddy. Since I wanted someone to share experiences with and didn’t make nearly enough to afford another’s life (let alone mine), I was finding dating a little…unfulfilling. Anna popped up because she checked out my dating profile. Her profile was light on details, so I was about to blow off her online, but something about her struck me. Though there wasn’t much there, her description had an almost lyrical quality, and her interests in art, music, and antiques were a plus. Her pictures gave off a bit of a bohemian vibe, a far cry from the designer clothes, yoga pants, or business casual standards of the DC area. So, I sent her a DM and before long, we were scheduling a date.
True to form, Anna struck me as a bit of a free spirit. Like me, while she wanted something meaningful, she wasn’t in a hurry to settle down with just anyone, and her adventuristic streak was strong but a little hard to define. She made half-references to places she’s lived or traveled to, people she knew, things she had tried…and in an implied manner that left more questions than answers (a good thing).
She was also a true sight to behold. Roughly my height with a build that suggested she kept active, but didn’t hit the gym every day. A figure of generous hips and full chest, a mane of blonde hair that was doing its own thing today as opposed to the heavily styled do she had on our first date. A single shamrock tattoo on her left forearm just below the elbow, and she was on the perfect side of forty. When she did touch me, it was light – just enough to get my attention or tease me, but not enough to say anything definitive about her intentions or interest.
And then, there was her dress.
Unlike the little black dress that struck me as safe and a tad conservative for her personality, today she wore a vintage red dress and matching hat. While her previous attire only clued me in so much about her, this dress fit her like a glove, with a low enough neckline to offer a tease of cleavage, hips that made it difficult to tell if she had anything on underneath, and a slit that stopped just above midthigh that got everyone’s attention where ever we were.
And she had my full attention.
We tried out the different wines and settled on a white blend to take with us outside. Our timing was perfect as a picnic table with the right mix of shade and light opened up and we sat down. An afternoon swept by talking about ourselves. Like me, she grew up in a military family – though her childhood took her overseas a few times while I remained in the U.S. She “tried” college, but didn’t feel it was for her, and led a little bit of a haphazard career path – Working in several museums and art galleries, EVEN opening her own antiques shop at one point. Her eyes were bright – a indescribable mix of blue, green, and grey that seemed to change color from one moment to the next. Her voice never rose above a quiet conversation level, and even her laugh had a strangely airy quality to it.
As we reached a pause in the conversation, I regarded our bottle and surroundings.
“I think we’ve about killed off this bottle.”
Anna nodded, “A little wine on a nice day can be a dangerous thing.”
“Feeling the need for a nap?”
“Oh no, drinking wine does…other things.”
I let that hang without comment since I still wasn’t sure which way it’d go with her.
“Well,” I said looking at the field of vines, “Maybe we should get up and move around a little – plenty of sun left to bask in.”
Disposing of the wine bottle and glasses, we began walking up and down the vine rows, still covered in leaves, but light since the fruit was already harvested. Anna drifted more than walked, her light footsteps falling one in front of the other in near perfect uniform fashion, her hands gently passing by and touching the leaves. We compared notes about our combined yet limited knowledge of viticulture as we passed up and down each row. Soon enough, all we could see were vines and leaves around us.
Anna stopped, looked up at the sky, almost as if she were absorbing the sun into her.
“This feels good,” she said. “I love this – just the plants around us, the sun still high enough to enjoy, and no one else around.” She looked over my shoulder, “What do you think of that?”
I turned to look at whatever she spotted, but saw nothing but the two long rows of vines. “I’m not seeing anything, what – ”
Not sure if it was something out of the corner of my eye, a sixth sense of movement near me, or the light sound of her footstep in the grass, but instinct suddenly told me that something had changed. I felt Anna’s figure brush against me as I turned back to her. She stood toe-to-toe with me, her hat in one hand, the other reaching to grab my arm. It was the most graceful move I had ever seen as she leaned her head to the side and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. It was the strangest feeling for a kiss – light with a touch of hunger, giving while asking for return. Her lips were plump and pressed against mine, I could smell and taste the lipstick that perfectly matched her dress. The slight wind made her hair wisp loosely around us. I could just feel the touch of her body against mine, and despite my want to grab and draw her in, instincts said not to. I used my free hand to touch the back of her waist, but no more.
She pulled away – first her shoulders, then her hips, as if she wasn’t ready to end it. Her smile said so many things at once.
“I…I’ve been wanting to do that all afternoon,” she said.
I smiled.
Anna giggled a little. She took my hand and we walked another row or two more. By this time, the sun was low enough to pass through the leaves, washing over us with a mix of spotty sunlight and shade. Anna was a few steps ahead of me, and the light and shade was hitting her perfectly as she reached up to adjust her hat with both hands.
“Don’t move!” I said, and she froze without missing a beat. I pulled out my phone, framed the camera view as best I could, and took a picture, showing it to her.
“That’s a lovely one! I see why you had me stop.”
Anna took a few steps forward, posed with leg bent out of the dress’ slit, and smiled again. I took a few more pictures. She stepped backward into the vines, arms spread and eyes closed. Another picture. She stepped back into the middle of the row and turned her back to me.
“Try and take this one,” she said as she flipped up the back of her dress, barely revealing a matching red thong.
Her fingertips touched the top of my phone, almost a silently request for me to put it away. She leaned into me again, still graceful and light, but with the deliberate feel of her body against mine as we kissed again. Light touches of her lips pressing on mine followed by the ever so graceful slide of her tongue against mine. An embrace of both arms around each other and her hips pressing into mine, even as my apparent engorged cock made its presence known to her.

The thoughts that went through my mind – somehow getting that dress off of her, feeling the fresh air on our bare skin as we risked being caught among the vines, letting nature take its course. I imagined what her pale, nearly flawless skin would look like against the colors of the ground, the plants. I thought about her blonde hair flowing in the wind or draping over me. I wanted to know right then and there if she was as wet as I was hard and ready for her. I’d been skinny dipping a few times, but never had sex outdoors in a more-or-less public place. Between that dress and her kiss, I was more than ready to get as deep inside her as I could, and although I was pretty sure she felt the same, but now wasn’t the time or place.

We kissed until a light breeze passed, giving us both a chill. The cooler air convinced us that the afternoon was coming to a close. We wound our way back to the estate house, and down to the parking lot. I drove so I opened the door, watched her slip into the seat and got in on my side. As I turned over the engine and got the car into gear, she rested her hand on mine. A gentle touch with enough weight to not want it to leave. I picked up Anna at a more convenient shopping mall where a friend had dropped her off, so I was her ride home.
I wove through the wooded roads that led to her little house on the outskirts of Manassas, the sun just the trace of an orange warm glow on the horizon, but turning the underside of the clouds fiery red from the angle hitting them. Starkly contrasting with the grey tones above. The cloud colors seem too perfect a match to Anna’s dress. She was giving the directions, and after a few turns I was definitely going to need my phone’s GPS to get home. Finally, we arrived at the turnoff to her house.
I almost missed the turn onto her gravel driveway with it nearly blending into the woods around it. You couldn’t even see the house from the road, but had to travel along its bumpy way for a minute or two. I began thinking about every “cabin in the woods” cheap, late-night cable horror movie I ever saw as we bounced along. We turned one more curve and there her house was. Surprisingly, it wasn’t some grey and deteriorating shack, but a well-kept cabin with manicured flowerbeds, a covered porch that ran the length of the front face, and her classically old BMW sitting in a carport off to the side. It was more charming than I was expecting, and seemed to be a small island of civility in the wilds of the woods.
“Are…you ok?” She asked.
I caught myself gaping and staring at her place. “I’m fine, really. I wasn’t sure what to expect being in the boonies. Cute place.”
“Thanks, it took me a while to get it into shape. When I first bought it, the place was practically falling apart, but I have friends who are contractors and helped make it pretty livable.”
“I can imagine.” I said.
We sat there in awkward silence. Her hand still gently rested on mine, and as I looked into her big eyes, I found myself completely clueless about her intentions. I wasn’t sure, but I felt like I was a mirror to her, as well.
I killed the engine and slowly began to get out of the car, her hand coming off of mine like a reflex. I went around and opened the door for her, and she seemed almost reluctant to step out. I knew I was missing something, some sign or hint about what she wanted, but I was clueless to guess what it was. Holding hands, I walked her up the steps and to her front door. We hugged, a long and warm hug that felt genuine to me. She had a little signature move of rubbing my upper back with one of her hands that felt affectionate and welcoming. I pulled my head back and out of her mane of blonde hair, looking her eye to eye.
With just the tiniest tilt of her head, I slowly drew toward her, pressing my lips against hers, those lovely, perfectly shaped lips. Not missing a beat, her lips parted and her tongue gently and deftly slid around mine. She had a light touch even with her kissing, making want to hold her tighter and kiss deeper, but I resisted the urge trying to live in the moment without ruining it. I felt her tongue curling about, leaving so much to my imagination, and her body pressed against mine felt too perfect. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, her hips sliding back and forth against mine (and not helping the growing erection that was now an iron rod in my jeans. We stood there, kissing and holding each other for who knows how long. When we finally pulled away and opened our eyes, the sun was gone and twilight hung over us.
I wanted her. God, I wanted her. I was pretty sure she felt the same, but now the signals weren’t clear.
“This was a good afternoon.” I said, trying to say something – anything to ease the tension.
Anna nodded her head with a small smile. “I had fun.” She gently bit her lower lip, then slightly opened her mouth as if to say something, but didn’t.
I began to take a step back, but her arms didn’t move from my back.
She found her voice. “I – I’m not really ready to call it…you’re here and…would you like to see my house?”
“Sure.”
I wasn’t expecting that, but went with it.
Anna unlocked and opened the front door and led me in by the hand. I immediately smelled the remains of sweet and exotic incense, baked bread, and a trace of her perfume. The living room was a strangely eclectic mix of older styles of furniture, not one single piece matching the others. A basket of handmade quilts sat in one corner, with one strewn across the couch. Anna flipped a switch – a string a Christmas lights lined along the wall by the ceiling gave a warm, sensual glow with the dim lamp sitting on the end table. She had a small TV on an old chest, a vintage hifi stereo in its cabinet, and an Ikea bookshelf haphazardly filled with a curious mix of CDs, DVDs, VHS and cassette tapes. Despite the age of the house, the living room was open to the dining area and kitchen toward the back, and the back porch just barely visible through the kitchen windows and sliding door.
I think she noticed me staring at the bookshelf.
“You can take a closer look.”
The bookshelf’s contents were as myriad as her furniture – music covered decades of bands and every genre, and the movies weren’t just sappy dramas or silly romcoms. War movies, comedies, sci fi and fantasy (some classically so-bad-they’re-good types, too). The bottom shelf caught my eye. I thought I was seeing things, but the naked woman on the DVD case wasn’t tasteful art, but definitely a porn actress touching herself. The shelf was just as much a mix as everything else – traditional male/female porn, lesbian, threesomes, bisexual and gay men, interracial, trans – every fetish under the sun. I pulled out one that had a definite and serious BDSM thing going on.
I felt Anna’s hand on my shoulder as she knelt down next to me.
“That,” she said, “Is one I’ve never watched.”
“It…doesn’t seem like you.”
She shook her head. “It isn’t. A friend of mine knew I collect these and gave me a box of his old porn. A lot of that stuff is his.”
I smiled. “But how many have you watched?”
Anna blushed – her pale skin turned bright red.
With that, she stood up and tapped her hand on my shoulder. Taking her cue, I got up. We toured around the dining area and kitchen. She had all kinds of utensils and gadgets, and a string of dried flowers and herbs along the top of one cabinet. Several loaves of baked bread sat in ziplock bags, and I peeked in her fridge – lots of raw food, ready to be cooked.
We wandered down the hall, passing a clean and well-stocked bathroom, and then the first bedroom decked out as an office. An antique executive desk with a Mac on top, a side table with her scanner/printer and wifi modem, and a modern office chair. In one corner was another Ikea bookshelf full of graphic design books and boxes for graphic design software. In another corner was a drawing desk and smaller set of shelves with all kinds of art supplies and tools. Behind it sat several full portfolios. One was partially open, a few pages slipping out with one looking like a sketch of her without much on.
Anna stood next to me, arm wrapped around my waist.
“You mentioned you’re a graphic artist,” I said. “I take it you work mostly from home?”
“I’m a freelancer, so yes.”
I pointed at the easel and portfolios. “What about your artwork?”
“I…only show my work to certain people.”
Taking the hint, I moved out into the hallway and toward her bedroom. It was similar to the living room – a mix of furniture where nothing matched, but somehow worked together. The four-poster bed dominated the room with bedspread of warm reds, oranges, and gold. A cozy reclining chair in one corner, an antique dresser and mirror, and two bookshelves in the other corner full of books and magazines. The closet door was ajar, and I could just make a few dresses. A nightstand drawer was slightly open, and I could see what looked like the cover of a romance novel and…something else that I could only wonder about, but wasn’t sure.
Anna stood behind me. “What do you think?”
“I like your place. It feels right for an artist.”
I peeked into the small master bathroom – a fairly substantial collection of lotions, make up, soaps…and an obvious well-used vibrator on the shelf over the toilet. Anna was still standing behind me.
With a quick clearing of my throat, I ventured over to her book shelves. Like her movies, it was a mix – classical literature, but definitely an emphasis on the original horror stories – Dracula, Frankenstein, etc. And again, on the lower shelves – texts on the Kama Sutra, Tantra, and other books on sexuality. The other bookshelf had several stacks of Penthouse Forum editions.
I could feel Anna’s smile without looking at her.
“So, I’m seeing a trend here.”
“And that is?”
“A wide range of interests, but a serious focus on one of them.” I added.
Anna giggled a little, “Be nice, you’re looking a little too closely at those Penthouse collections.”
I stood up and turned around. “I always thought those Forum letters were fake.”
Anna tilted her head like a confused puppy. “Fake?”
“Yeah. I thought the magazine had a bunch of writers who wrote those up.”
“I always thought they were real,” Anna replied. “Now I kind of wonder – I’ve read those enough times.”
Since we were by the closet, I peeked inside. Something told me Anna wouldn’t mind, and she didn’t say a word. There were vintage dresses, everyday clothes, a clear plastic set of drawers with all kinds of lingerie, and a vinyl dominatrix outfit in the back.
Ever so slightly, I sensed Anna closer to me. I could feel her gentle breath on my neck, and the curve of her breasts just barely touching by my back. Her hands slid around my waist and clasped in front of me, just barely above my jeans’ zipper.
“What is it?” she whispered in my ear.
In a quieter voice I said, “Quite the wardrobe. I guess not everyone sees that?”
“Not many,” she replied in my ear. Her lips just grazing my ear lobe.
Her hands slid up and down slightly. I’m sure she must’ve felt how hard I was.
I turned around to face her, her arms still at my waist. Her gave me a gentle nudge at my back and I stepped toward the bed, her footsteps in perfect timing with mine. She made small, flirty kisses, her perfume filled my nose. As she bumped into the bed, she drew hands away from me. It was then I noticed that I was seeing a lot more of her cleavage, and as she tugged on her dress by her thighs, I realized that she had already unzipped it. How did she do that without me noticing? Her dress would’ve fell to the floor, but she meticulously held onto it with one hand as it dropped, carefully stepping out of it and laying it at the foot of the bed.
She stood there, magnificent. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts were the perfect blend of size and curve, with the pinkest nipples that were fully erect. Her thong betrayed a stomach with the most attractive bump just above the beginnings of the neatest landing strip I’ve ever seen. A single, dark brown birthmark on her waist was the only mark on her otherwise porcelain skin.
As I gazed at her, she undid my belt and zipper, and gently pulled open my jeans. The bulge in my briefs and the small spot of wetness from my pre-cum were unmistakable. One hand lowered my pants as the other gently slid over my hard-as-it-can-get cock. I pulled off my sweater and t-shirt as she slipped my pants over and off my feet. Kneeling before me, she planted a kiss on my briefs, leaving a lipstick mark on top of my cock, then stood up.
We stood in front of each other, arms and hands gently touching. Her breasts grazing my chest, my hard cock brushing against her lower stomach. I could feel the small swatch of her landing strip brush against my briefs.
Anna slid onto the bed, tugging me along with her. We laid side by side, kissing, touching, feeling each other. Her hands didn’t wander over me until we began deep kissing, her tongue just as nimble and seductive as before. Her fingers followed the line of my spine down to the small of my back. I slid my hand along her side, brushing my thumb over her breast, then her hip. Our kissing moved on to necking and nuzzling. We explored each other’s necklines and nibbled on ears. As I moved down her neck to her collarbones, she arched her back, presenting the curves of her breasts – an invitation. I kissed down her chest, loving their shape and heft, her smell. As I kissed her nipples, I could feel a shiver go up and down her spine, and a gentle moan as I took them in my mouth.

Anna pressed her hips against me, and rubbed her leg against mine as I used my thumb to gently tug at her thong. She reclined back on the bed, exposing her stomach. As she did, I noticed my hand was now on top of her thong, the tickle of her pubic hair on my palm sent a jolt through me. I kissed down her stomach, still tugging on her thong until it loosened and slid more easily down her legs. I traced her landing strip with my fingers until I felt the top of her labia and unmistakable bump of her clit. She was beautifully wet and warm, her pussy felt as if it was trying to pull my fingers inside as I felt her. She let out a slow sigh as I kissed down between her legs, tiny and well-trimmed hair tickling my nose. I couldn’t help noticing that her hair there had a mix of red and light brown among the blonde.

I traced the outside of her pussy with my tongue, she tasted amazing. Even the mere tip of my tongue on her seemed to make her twist and turn on the bed. I took my time with long, slow licks around and across, exploring it. I looked up to see her cupping and rubbing her breasts with her hands. I made gentle laps then sucked on her clit, one hand on the inside of one thigh, the other cupping her ass. I could feel her wetness covering my lips and chin, it making her own public hair slick. Her legs moved up and down as I licked, kissed, and sucked on her between her legs. Her hips gyrated against me.
Still playing with her clit, I traced the lines of her pussy with two of my fingers. Anna spread her legs more, another half moan, half sigh emitting from her. I slowly drew in my fingers, feeling her warmth, wetness, and flexing muscles inside her. She gasped aloud, momentarily tense from the change, then relaxed as she seemed to enjoy herself. I lost track of how long I spent down there, exploring every bit of her, trying to figure out what made her smile, moan, or gasp. Inside her, I used my fingertip to gently feel around until I felt the tell-tale roughness that was her g-spot. Just touching it caused her to yelp in pleasure, and I felt her shake, her head lean back, and she tightened around my fingers – a sure sign that she just came.

Ever so slowly, I pulled my fingers out and eventually slowed my tongue on her. I started kissing the inside of her thigh, then along the bump and slope of her stomach, moving back to lay next to her. As I did, she eagerly rolled closer and locked her lips on mine, sometimes licking my lips with the tip of tongue, then licking her own, tasting herself on me. I was so fascinated with this that I didn’t even notice her fingers dancing along my cock, then deliberately and deftly pulling my briefs up and over the tip and off of me, not unlike how I pulled off her thong. We leaned into each other to kiss more, my cock throbbing against her skin, the feel of my pre-cum getting on her.
I leaned back onto the bed. Anna didn’t so much as kiss her way down me as more like did little hops from chest, to stomach, to my crotch. I looked down and watched. She stared at my cock with a smile, studying it. Her fingers traced every line and curve, I could feel her gentle breath on it. She gently kissed the shaft, little kisses of affection while her hand laid on my balls, palming and cradling them. Anna kissed down and then back up, even taking a moment to kiss the ridge of my head. She opened her mouth and let her tongue brush the tip, savoring a glistening drop of pre-cum. Anna looked back up at me smiling, then gently licked the entirety of my cock until it shined with her saliva. She changed her position, draping her arm over my waist, her armpit resting below my navel, her back to me.

I felt another lick around the tip of my cock, and then her mouth taking me inside. It felt like eons, her slowing taking my cock into her mouth. I could feel the twist of her tongue on it, then the back of her throat, without any hint of a gag reflex. For moments she held it in her mouth, lips closed around it. Then, Anna began slowly bobbing her head forwards and backwards. I closed my eyes, leaned back and moaned in satisfaction. Between the warmth of her mouth, the strength of her tongue, the wetness, and slight but steady sucking, she felt amazing. She continued massaging my balls with her hand, and I felt my body building up pressure inside. Ever so steadily, she increased her speed and mixed up where her tongue was. My cock felt as if it was getting even harder. I caressed her ass with one hand and laid the other on top of her head. She gently hummed, and that did it for me. I felt my cock stiffen and found myself cumming hard inside her mouth. Not once did Anna jump or make some exclamation, she slid off enough to allow me to continue cumming into her mouth, feeling her tongue catch and play with it. Anna didn’t release me until she was sure I was done, feeling her tongue swirl around with each last jolt from my cock.
Without missing a beat, she got up and glided into the bathroom where I heard the water running. I laid back and relaxed. A moment later Anna was back on the bed and gave me a quick kiss – not tasting even the slightest trace of me. We held and fondled each other in silence, using our hands to convey whatever we felt or wanted. Although I came, my cock hadn’t softened much, and every time Anna shifted her legs, I could hear the unmistakable sound of wetness.
We began kissing deeply again, leaning into one another. Anna didn’t hesitate to reach down and gently hold my cock, stroking it with her soft skin. I was fully erect in moments and gripped her a little more tightly as we kissed. She shifted herself back a little, and laid her far side leg down and away from me. I rolled over closer to her, eventually moving myself over the closer leg and laying on top, my cock warm and hard against both of us. Looking into my eyes, her breasts pushing against me, she spread her legs open more and up, and I slid myself down so I could place my cock’s shaft against her wet pussy. Gently moving back and forth, we both moaned and breathed harder as we got turned on. The only time Anna gasped or broke her serene look of pleasure was when the tip of my cock hit her clit and seemed to get caught by the lips of her very wet and warm pussy.

One more semi-purposeful tease with my cock, and I reached down and guided the tip into her, barely sliding any of it inside. Her gasp was even more profound than the others as she involuntarily held me tighter and widened her spread legs. I took my time, loving the tightness, the warm wetness, and the minute shifts inside of her. As my pelvis finally bumped against hers, we both hummed and moaned and breathed out loud. I couldn’t speak for her, but the fit felt perfect to me.
She clamped her legs against my hips, and I began going in and out rhythmically. At first, I tried withdrawing all the way until just the tip remained, but between my desire and her legs tightening on me, it was more of me staying inside her as I sped up. Soon enough I was thrusting into her, each time feeling as if I was somehow going deeper into her, each gasp or exclamation from her more intense. I felt her fingers curled on the back of my shoulders, but never felt her nails. The feel of her breasts moving back and forth against me was almost as arousing as my being in her. My mind wasn’t lost in thought – only focused on how she felt and what I could do to keep her feeling that way.

Instinctively, I raised up from her, still thrusting but now looking down on her. Her arms laid at her sides motionless. I knelt down and kissed and sucked on her nipples, then gently but firmly caressed her breasts. I supported myself with my arms on either side of her, thrusting as fast and as hard as I could, feeling my own orgasm growing. My cock felt like was racing inside her, and that tightness never letting up. Finally, I felt my cock stiffen up and lock inside her. I came hard, feeling every surge firing deep inside her as she moaned and gasped and even yelled through her own orgasm. I had never had such an intense and powerful orgasm with someone – I felt like I was sending my cum throughout her entire body. Her legs and body didn’t ease or loosen up until my cock finished inside her.
Still inside her, I relaxed, half laying on her, half on the bed. We didn’t talk or move, just laid there listening to our breathing slowing. I didn’t pull myself out of her until long after my cock had softened. We gently kissed one another – small, light kisses as small tokens of affection and thanks to one another for such a pleasant moment. As we cooled off, Anna got up to pull the covers over us to keep away the chilly night air. I don’t know who fell asleep first, but the last thing I remember was her head on my chest and shoulder, hearing her breathing.
It’s a moment I knew I wanted to have with her much more, and I was sure she felt the same way.