"That's it my good girl," he growled, "Cum. Now."
"Yessssssss!" I hissed as my orgasm washed over me putting me in a daze of pleasure as I lay on the bed.
Derek knew just how to please me since the moment we met last summer. I still chuckled about how one moment could completely change the trajectory of your life. I fell asleep remembering that day...
"What the fuck!?!?" I yelled as sand sprayed all over me and my drink. I was mostly concerned about my drink because I hated sand in my mouth. Well, I hated sand on other sensitive parts of me too, but there had been none of that kind of fun lately, which I am sure contributed to my foul mood.
"Where's the asshat that belongs to this?" I accused, grabbing the frisbee and standing up. I turned around sensing someone behind me. My eyes trailed up from the large feet to muscular tanned legs, to an impressive package in snug-fitting board shorts bathing suit. I gulped. Oh shit! I was cursing like a sailor in front of the first good looking man to be this close to me in a long time.
"Here," I grumbled, stretching my arm out to hand him the frisbee, turning away before even continuing to look at him. Best I save myself the embarrassment.
"Wait up there," his warm voice requested, "Don't I even get to apologize for being an asshat? That is what you called me right?" I swear I could hear the smirk in his voice, and I hadn't even seen his face yet, but I could just tell.
"Sorry," I muttered, as my eyes finally met his, "I am not a fan of sand..." I started trying to explain, but got lost drinking in the rest of him. Dark wavy hair and chiseled chest, pretty much perfection.
"Funny running into you on a beach then," he chuckled. I was correct, he had an adorable smirk and a devilish twinkle in his eyes as well. For some reason he was still standing here talking to me instead of running back to his friends to continue playing frisbee.
"That's where the fun is in the summer!" I said lightheartedly, attempting to soften my earlier harshness so I wouldn't be featured in his jokes later. I hated being the butt of a joke; I knew it all too well.
"Well I was having fun until I ruined your peaceful fun. Let me buy you a new drink to make up for it," he offered with an outstretched hand, "I'm Derek."
One drink turned into a weekend of fun, and eventually steady dating. I kept wondering what a handsome guy like him wanted with me, but we had such easy going fun together, I told myself to just enjoy. I knew the other shoe would drop eventually; it always did. But for now I was just going to enjoy, especially the amazing sex I had only read about before meeting him.
Then things got real. One night as Derek was walking me back to my apartment after dinner, we turned a corner into a dark alleyway and he pressed me up against the brick building.
"Here," he growled and I knew he meant sex.
"No," I giggled, patting his chest to push him back, "Don't be silly, people might see."
"Do you think I care?" he said mischievously.
"Oh I am sure you don't," I agreed, still smiling, "But I..."
"Well someone has been teasing me all night with that short skirt and no panties underneath," Derek explained, sliding his hand under my skirt and putting one finger inside my wet folds. He had done a very good job teasing me, so I was more than ready to have sex, but I was still nervous being so close to the street. It was a warm fall night and I was sure there would be a lot of people out enjoying it. I looked around but didn't see anyone, so I figured what the hell.
"That's because someone told me not to wear panties," I purred.
"My good girl listened nicely," he praised and I knew it was game on. Throwing caution to the wind, I unzipped his pants and pulled out his beautiful cock. It's not surprising that he had a perfect cock, considering his body was the epitome of perfection in every other way. I was still in awe of how he fit me so well. Like we were meant to be together. Sometimes I had to stop myself from getting too lost in the what ifs and remind myself we were just having fun. So tonight, I was definitely going to enjoy this little risque exhibitionism.
"Sir, I think you need a little lubrication," I suggested, sinking down to squat in front of him so my mouth could envelop his manhood. My lips passed over his mushroom head, as my hand held the base firmly. I tasted his precum and used it, along with my saliva, to fully lubricate his shaft.
"Oh yes my good girl. Enough," he groaned in a strained voice, which I had come to know meant he was struggling to hold back, "Up," he growled and I obeyed standing up. He lifted my skirt to allow his cock to gain entrance to my eagerly awaiting pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh YES!" I moaned loudly.
"Shhhhhh," he chuckled, as his mouth covered mine. His tongue reminded me to be quiet, while his hands wandered all over my breasts.
"You like this don't you?" he beamed, continuing to fuck me ever so slowly.
"It feels amazing," I admitted, "but shouldn't you hurry?" I nervously looked around, but still didn't see anyone passing by.
"Oh not a chance," he said devilishly, "You are going to cum too." He had discovered I could orgasm when he would enter me all the way and then slide out almost all the way; stimulating my outer lips and taking me to a place I had never known before.
"Ok," I relented.
"Excuse me?" he reprimanded and I immediately knew what he wanted to hear.
"Yes Sir," I correctly responded. I enjoyed this power play during sex. I held on tighter to his shoulders, as he lifted my one leg to wrap around him.
"I love you," he said, staring in my eyes. That did it and my pussy contracted while I felt him burst, releasing inside of me. My body was tingling all over as we rode out our simultaneous orgasm.
Still connected, I kissed him and said, "I love you Derek. You are the most amazing person I have ever met." The look on his face was pure joy.
Once he pulled back from me, I realized without any panties I would now be a dripping mess. Normally I kinda liked the dirty messy part, but I still had to walk all the way home! As I watched his cum drip out of me onto the ground, he handed me a few napkins from his pocket.
"Heyyyyy mister," I accused grabbing the napkins and cleaning myself up a bit, "Did you plan this?"
"Well, maybe, a little, possibly," he admitted, feigning an innocent look, "I wasn't sure if we'd find a good spot. But I did plan this....."
