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Good Day, Better Night
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Good Day, Better Night Some days are just better than others, and this is one of the good ones, mostly because you know what’s coming tonight. Following your usual routine of breakfast, walk the dog, and a shower, you’re ready to hit the ground running, feeling renewed by the warm spring morning. It’s going to be a “me” day. It’s not often that you let yourself enjoy a relaxing day alone, and you’re up for anything. As you jump in the car and put the top down to enjoy the gentle breeze, your mind speeds forward to the evening’s plans. This night will be the icing on the cake, the end to a perfect day. You’ll be driving down the coastline, heading out with me to the café on the bay. We’ll have a slow and easy supper, taking time to enjoy the wine, the air, and the twilight. Afterward we’ll take a walk on the beach, maybe do some stargazing, and then–yes, the perfect end to a wonderful day. Anticipation begins to build somewhere deep inside, tickling some secret part of you, making you wish that even this beautiful day will go faster. You go window shopping downtown, searching for the perfect dress for dinner tonight. It has to be just the right one, and after trying on several, you finally find it: a short, strapless sundress with a pattern that looks kind of like blue willow china, with pale blue swirls and abstract flowers mingling on a background of white. Not too low-cut, not too tight, its lines showcase your lean figure perfectly, exposing just a hint of your considerable cleavage while covering up most of the details. You love it, and you know that I will, too. That chore done, you head out to finish your preparations at your favorite salon. Hair, manicure, pedicure, waxing–they do it all. You already made appointments with several of their stylists. Arriving just in time, you get ready for the pampering you so desperately need. It takes a while to do, but you know it’ll be worth it in the end. As you go through your paces, you let your mind wander to me. Tall, broad shoulders, sun-kissed cheeks, and that gentle way I have of listening–all those things and more, rolled into one package. Having lingered and indulged yourself at the salon, you barely make it home in time to change and put on the finishing touches before I’m scheduled to arrive. As you fasten the last earring, there I am, pressed to perfection in khakis and crisp white shirt. My cologne reminds you of a hot day on a sun-baked Mediterranean beach–masculine and earthy. As we kiss hello, you feel my hands on your lower back and electricity surges through you. You can tell I like your choice of<b> dresses </font></b>as I eye you, smiling. Always smiling. Your heart melts as you notice me watching you gather up your things. As we drive to the restaurant you notice that I’m watching your legs, so you turn slightly to uncross them. As you do your dress pulls up just a little higher on your thigh, and you leave it that way. As we drive on, chatting away, my hand finds your thigh, caressing the smooth, recently waxed skin. Ripples of electricity fly up your leg, straight to your crotch. You can feel the beginning of wetness there, deep inside. Soon it will be on the outside. You turn to me and smile, acting as though nothing is happening–but oh, it is! My hand inches farther upward, until it reaches the hem of your dress. I pause, then brush it aside, intent on going farther. Darkness is falling, but cars are all around us on the busy street. You try not to notice them, gasping as my fingers find the edge of your thong. Soon I find out that your legs aren’t the only part of you to get the royal treatment today; your pussy is gloriously smooth as well. I smile broadly as I make that discovery, and you know there’s no turning back now. You open your legs slightly to accommodate my fingers as I push your thong to the side. Your pussy is so hot and wet, and you want me to touch you, to put my fingers inside you. I brush your clit, and your nipples harden. You want me to finger-fuck you so badly, but I hesitate, my fingers teasing your clit, your wet lips, your secret spot. Your eyes beg me not to stop, but you actually do want me to stop; you want me to stop the car and park it somewhere away from the traffic so we can further explore the moment. Almost without thought your hand finds the bulge of my hard cock and squeezes it through my pants. Harder, softer, harder, softer, squeezing and massaging me with your hand. My hips rise to push myself against your hand, and a minute later I pull over, parking the car in an inconspicuous spot. As I turn off the engine, my fingers find your wetness and enter you, pushing steadily deeper, fucking you slowly. You’re so hot that your nipples feel ready to burst through your dress. You pull my zipper down and my cock springs out, hard and ready for your hot mouth to taste it. You lean over me and slowly take the tip of my cock in your mouth. You capture the head of it with your warm, soft lips, flicking your tongue over it, getting it nice and wet. I twitch with every lick, aching to be fully inside your mouth. You linger there, tasting my precome, wanting more. My fingers are really working now, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. It’s so hot you can barely concentrate on what you’re doing. Your hips move to meet my thrusts, wetness everywhere, your pussy so slick and hot. With one move you engulf me fully, sliding your mouth to the base of my cock, taking my hard meat deep into your throat. I moan and thrust my hips upward, and you push even farther, taking me as deep as you can. Slowly you pull back again, flicking your tongue over the sensitive ridge, then back down. Up and down again, in and out. Your mouth is hot and wet, and you know it won’t be much longer before I explode. Your hips are moving faster now, in time with your blowjob so that you’re thrusting and sucking, giving me as much pleasure as you’re receiving. You feel your pussy tighten, ready to squeeze my fingers. You know that cars and people are passing by in the darkness, but you can’t stop yourself. Suddenly you feel my cock twitch and my balls get tight, and you’re ready for the blast. Your hips rock one last time and you soak my fingers with your come just as I let go and you take my load, swallowing everything you can. The air in the car is hot and sweet, the smell of our passion heavy in the closed vehicle. We sit up after an eternity and look at each other, smiling happily. We then decide to skip the café, grab a couple bottles of wine, and head down to the beach. After all, the stars are out, the breeze is warm, and we have lots of territory to explore yet. The night is young.  ~ Patience, Passion, and Pleasure ~  "The older the buck, the stiffer the horn." One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young. |
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6/6/2008 7:19 am |
mmmmmmm so sexy hot and wet.
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6/6/2008 7:11 pm |
You asked if I could guess who your muse is...I think I know her very well. Not so shy or quiet  
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6/8/2008 2:04 pm |
S~oh yes she would agree she is one lucky muse!~A Not so shy or quiet
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Love this story. Hell I love all your stories. 
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