He kissed the sole of my foot, in the arch. “You have lovely feet.” He raised his dark eyelashes and gazed at me, his green eyes devilish. “You have lovely everything. Move your hands and show me the peaches.”
I pulled my hands away. “They’re not the biggest fruits in the orchard.”
“Yum yum.” He pulled away, moving his butt off the seat and kneeling next to me. My leg went over his shoulder, and he brought his face down between my legs.
Oh!
First a tentative lick, splitting the swollen flesh into two sides. Then deeper, harder. Hot and wet. Tongue on pu**y.
I arched my back, my breathing coming in ragged gasps.
His beautiful head was between my legs, and it felt so good.
This man had clearly been to Pussy School. He licked, sucked, and swirled his tongue in a way I’d never imagined possible. I mean, I’d heard about such things, but never experienced them. I couldn’t even tell anymore what exactly was happening. Fingers and tongue were inside me, all over me, stroking the pink satin lining and teasing my nub.
My cl*t took a nibble, inflating with desire. It felt like a little fist down there, expanding and tingling with every coaxing stroke.
“Uh-oh,” I said between gasps.
He murmured between my legs, his breath hot on my skin, “Uh-oh?”
“Oh! Yes?”
He growled into me, a wordless vibration that made me lose my mind. One hand kept busy betwixt my legs, and the other reached up to stroke my breast, gently pinching my nipple.
My muscles under his tongue pulsed, and a blast of goodness tore up my middle, puddling in my belly and turning my brain to soft, gooey caramel.
“Uh-oh,” I said, coming.
My muscles pulsed, and I peaked quickly, coming down to earth after a few ragged breaths.
He eased back and kissed my leg, his chin moist. “You came already?”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“Why apologize?”
I held my hand over my face, unable to meet his gaze. “I don’t know. I guess it just seems rude of me to go first like that, before I did anything for you.”
He took a mouthful of my thigh and gave me a gentle bite. “I enjoyed feeling you blossom like a flower. It was beautiful. Plus I am a patient boy.”
“Boy?” I removed my hand from my face and propped myself up on my elbows to look Dalton in the eyes. “You’re all man.”
He gave me an innocent look. “When I’m with a captivating woman, I’m just a boy again.”
As we stared at each other, he moved his hand back between my legs and clutched at my pu**y. I shivered, feeling sensitive. He swept his thumb over my clit, and a strange sensation flooded me. My eyes hurt, like I might start to cry at any second.
I pushed his hand away and sat up. “Take off your pants,” I said.
“Sure, but let’s make a voyage together. About twenty-eight feet.”
“To the bedroom?”
“Unless you want to try the stand-up shower?”
“Bedroom it is. You first.” I waved him ahead of me.
He walked, stripped off his jeans and boxer shorts, then climbed up onto the bed platform, showing off his cute bare butt.
Seeing his rear view was a nice bonus, but the main reason I’d sent him ahead was so he didn’t see my tush jiggling in front of him and then blocking the narrow doorway as I climbed onto the bed.
My body confidence is decent, but there are limits. I guarded the back-side view, so I could stay confident.
“Hurry up,” he urged, patting the red sheets next to him.
“I feel like I’m getting into a big animal’s mouth,” I said as I climbed onto the bed. “With the red sheets, this bed is like the tongue.”
Dalton laughed. “You’re right.” He took a long, appreciative look at me directly, and then again, using the mirror on the ceiling. “That mirror’s okay after all,” he said.
“Can the lights be dimmer?”
He reached for a switch and lowered the brightness of the sconces, then turned them completely off. The cave-like bedroom was still glowing with the golden rays of the sun setting over the lake, the light coming in through a sliver of a window.
When he saw me staring, he said, “Quite the view, isn’t it?”
At that moment, a flock of ducks landed on the lake, next to some cattails.
I turned back and looked at the hot man waiting for my full attention. Now he seemed so relaxed, but my lust had been partially quenched, and so I was feeling nervous again. The tiny bedroom at the back of the Airstream might be described by some as cozy, but it was also freaking small.
I decided to focus on the task at hand, so I got to work on that fine-looking beast I had roused from its trouser slumber. I hardly even looked at the cyclopean creature before I popped it into my mouth.
Dalton moaned in appreciation and closed his eyes, his body both rigid and relaxed at the same time, all his fine bumps glistening with sex-sweat.
As I bobbed my head up and down, barely able to enjoy the salty taste of him, I started to freak out a little.
My brain yelled orders: Petra, slow down and be sexier! It’s not a blowjob contest between you and every other girl he’s been with, and even if it were, speed isn’t everything! Slow down, girl, it’s not a pepperoni stick!
Dalton twitched, his mouth opening a few times and some sound coming out, like he was going to say something but got distracted. Distracted by what, I wondered. Maybe by the lips and tongue going a hundred miles per hour up and down on his salami.
He gasped, clutching at the red blankets with both hands. Sexy, I thought, and he groaned and splashed in my mouth.
Mission accomplished!
Now I could go looking for my clothes, looking for my escape route. I could climb out of the mouth of this silver beast of a trailer and catch my breath.
I swallowed and treated him to one slow, languid lick as I released his meat flute, melody played.
He rolled onto his side, catching me with one arm and pulling me in to cuddle him, spoon style.
Nuzzling my hair, he said, “I had big plans, but I blew them all rather quickly.”
“It was me. I blew your big plans. And also your big salami.”
He chuckled and squeezed me tighter.
Now the bedroom was actually getting dark. The sun had finally set, and either the frogs around the lake got louder or my hearing got more sensitive.
Dalton’s arm grew heavier, and a moment later, his breathing changed.
I gently lifted his arm off me and rolled over to face him.
“Dalton?” I whispered.