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Senior year had ended and I was realizing that I had no future in
organized sports other than the local beer league softball team, but I was
still staying on the weights to keep fit. After working out one
night, I stopped in at the pizza joint down the block from my house with
my lifting partner. A girl that we both knew waited on us, and we
joked with her about the typical stuff. In conversation, she
mentioned that another girl I knew, Monica, was working at the
pizza place as well. She said that she would send her out to say hi
when she went in back with our order.
Monica and I had a class together, and she was really cute. At about
5'7", she had a trim frame, but never really showed it off. I
remembered noticing her firm ass in class when we had to work on an
assignment together, but never developed any interest in her because
she seemed driven to always one-up me. I figured that I was in for
another conversation centered on where we would be going off to college,
and set myself to be on the receiving end of a few snide comments.
Dan spotted a guy that we had bought weed off of and went over to check
into a bag, and Monica popped over to the table. When I turned to
her to talk, she hurriedly scrawled her phone number on an order ticket
and darted away without a word! I quickly glanced around to see if
Dan caught the pass, but he must have been in the bathroom. I
pressed the number into my pocket and noticed Monica heading out the door,
her shift over for the night.
When I made it home, I grabbed the phone and rang her up, not really
having any idea what to say. I figured that I should let her
do the talking, since she had delivered the blatant come-on. Monica
answered, and we quickly moved from small talk to making some hurried
plans for the evening. I let her know that I would be over to
pick her up in half an hour, and informed her to wear shorts and not waste
any time on her hair. She seemed a bit puzzled, but laughed and
agreed.
We had planned to run to a late movie, but when I showed up at her door on
my motorcycle, she decided that we needed to change the plans. When
I held my spare helmet out to her, she smiled, saying, "Now I understand
why I had to leave my hair alone!"
"That's it." I replied. "And a skirt wouldn't be very ladylike on
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"I'm glad you are thinking like a gentleman. Now, are you going to
get us killed on this thing?"
Not likely, as I had been riding for as long as I could remember.
But my new bike was my first race bike, and I really hadn't seen what it
could do yet. We agreed to pass on the movie, on the condition that
I take her through some of my favorite rides. Figuring that I should
take it easy with my passenger, I headed out through some easy curves by
the airport. I felt her pull herself close towards me, her hands
snaking around my waist and legs tensing against mine.
"Afraid?" I yelled back over my shoulder. "Do you always ride like a
wuss?" was her response.
My ego bruised, I swung down the frontage road that led to my summer job.
Seeing that it was deserted, I kicked the gearbox and really opened up the
throttle. Soon we were flying along at close to 120, and I started
to lean into the curves that I traveled every day. Coming out of the
final curve, I cranked the throttle one last time, bringing the front
wheel up off the ground for a
good 100 yards. Following this foolish display, I turned into the
parking lot of the golf course that I worked at and brought the cycle to a
quick stop.
Expecting Monica to be furious, I pulled off my helmet and turned to offer
an apology for my recklessness. Instead, I saw Monica, her face
flushed, her lips parted, her shoulders rising and falling as she drew
short, excited breaths. She pulled her helmet off and placed a hand
behind my head, drawing me into a deep, crushing kiss. Her tongue
jumped into my mouth and pressed against mine, and she moaned in time with
her deep breaths.
Finally pulling up for air, she grinned at me and said, "That is an even
bigger turn-on than I could have imagined. You really know how to
get a girl worked up."
Feigning innocence and trying to conceal my surprise, I joked, "Worked up?
What could you be talking about?"
She placed her hand inside my thigh, the grin turned to devilish mischief,
and she growled, "I was hot for you the whole time we had classes, but you
wouldn't give me the time of day! I couldn't do anything about it.
When I saw you at my job, I figured that I could finally get some
satisfaction. But this ride was more than I hoped for!"
Confronted with this overheated girl, I gambled and asked, "You don't
think that is the only ride that you're taking this evening, do you?"
Before her face could register shock at my bold-faced challenge, I snaked
my hand into her hair and pulled her in for another round of serious
kisses. As I moved my empty hand up to her smooth exposed knee, the
hand she was resting on my thigh moved to my crotch and gave a promising
squeeze. Encouraged, I slid my hand off her knee and up her back,
allowing my thumb to trail along the side of her left breast.
Another good sign, I thought, as my hand failed to bump over any bra.
"Not here," she panted, breaking away from our intensifying kiss.
"Do you have a place we can go?"
Moments later, we had stowed my bike behind some bushes at the edge of the
golf course parking lot and used my keys to enter the bag room. I
gathered up one of the blankets we kept on hand and lead Monica to the
edge of the 9th fairway. When she hesitated, I pulled her close to
me and reassured her by saying, "This place is deserted after 10 at night-
the grounds crew is gone, and there is no security guard on weeknights.
I know, I helped make the schedule."
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Feeling bolder, we headed directly back to the 4th hole, a short hole at
the far edge of the course, surrounded by dense trees and isolated from
any neighbors. Reaching the tee area, I set the blanket on a bench
provided for the members to rest. I sat on the bench, and Monica
moved slowly towards me.
In the faint light of the stars, Monica's skin tone gave off a cool glow.
My eyes were drawn to her trim hips, which had just the right amount of
sexy sway inside her tight tan shorts. The shorts ended on top of
taught thighs, whispering against her smooth skin. My breath caught
as her knees reached the edge of the bench, and my eyes traveled up her
flat, exposed stomach to her cropped sweater, pulled tight against her
firm breasts. The cool night air and the lingering excitement of the
bike ride had caused her nipples to stand out against the thin
top, and I raised my hands to surround her pert mounds. This caused
her to purr and roll her head toward her shoulder, opening her lips just
enough to let out a small hiss of air.
She arched her back slightly, bringing her wonderful breasts to eye level.
I was searching for the right complements when she pulled the sweater top
over her head and pressed her chest to my face. Buried in those
perky B+ breasts, I almost missed her hushed command to, "Suck my tits one
at a time." I complied quickly, whipping my tongue around her right
nipple, my hand sneaking back to her ass to pull her pelvis to my lower
chest. Her moans sped up as I switched nipples, and she growled
instructions from deep in her throat. Driven on by her
verbal encouragement, I used the hand that wasn't pulling a nipple to undo
the button on her khaki shorts.
Intending to reach inside and explore, I was surprised when her hand beat
me to it! Her free hand pulled my head deeper into her firm chest,
and I responded by eagerly sucking and biting her erect nipples with
passion. Her hand moved rhythmically in her sorts, and I heard her
moans change into choked growls of pleasure. Nervous that she would
draw attention to us (and finish without me) I reached to withdraw her arm
from her panties.
She reacted to this by saying, "Relax. You will get your turn."
After a short pause, she tipped her head towards her other shoulder and
smiled, saying, "In fact, it think your turn starts now." With that,
she kneeled in front of me, quickly opening the zipper on my jeans.
Her hand, moist from her actions and freed from her own shorts now reached
into mine, coming back out with my hardening big dick in tow. My
member flipped upright, glistening from her juice, and began to
swell in her grasp. Monica expertly squeezed the base in pulsing
circular motions, all the time looking up at me with a smile splashed
across her face.
Her empty hand rose to assist her in her efforts, pumping up and down the
length of my shaft in circular strokes that countered the ones she applied
to the base of my big dick. Seeing the effect this was having on my
manhood, her smile grew, and she leaned forward to take the head of my
penis in her mouth. Her full lips provided amazing suction, and she
rotated her moist mouth around on the skin just below my big dick head.
She allowed her mouth to part slightly, and the head slipped back out,
sliding deliciously along on a buffer of her spit. Having
proved that she had all the moves, she set to sucking my big dick with a
purpose,
pausing only to lick her lips, rub the swollen head against her face, and
ask me
if I was ready to cum in her teasing voice.
"Not just yet," I managed to groan, "but I think I need a break."
"Good." Monica taunted. "I was wondering what I had to do to get my
pussy eaten."
Switching places, we paused only to pull off my windbreaker and t-shirt.
Monica smiled and ran her hand over my shoulders, obviously enjoying the
results of my constant weightlifting and sports. As she turned to
take her place on the bench, I dropped to the ground before her. Her
hips twisted gently as she worked her shorts down over her thighs, pausing
as she brought her knees to her chest and slid the shorts the rest of the
way over her calves. I tossed the shorts into the growing pile of
discarded clothes and briefly enjoyed the view of her long, smooth legs
curled up before me. Gently pulling her knees apart, I slid my head and
shoulders between those perfect legs, encountering a moist set of white
panties.
I nuzzled her sex through the fabric, and pressed my hand against the heat
beneath. He arched her back in response, set her heels on my back,
and thrust herself forward against my hand. I watched her efforts
pull the soaked panties in to the folds of her slit, and moved them away
with my thumb. Running my thumb up and down her silky wetness, she
issued a new set of moans, and resumed with her growled instructions.
"Get to work, baby. I need your mouth on me." She ordered, and
pulled my face down to her ready snatch. I obliged, sliding my hands
under her ass, hooking her panties to the side, and burying my face in her
steaming cunt. My tongue sought her clit furiously, pushing aside the
protective folds and springing her button free. Once opened, I
sucked the whole tight bud in between my lips, gently rolling it from side
to side to side as my tongue teased the top. Her
response was immediate, as her hands clawed through my hair and her legs
lifted her ass completely off of the bench, and I could tell she was
biting her lip to keep from crying out. I continued bathing her with
my tongue, working up and down he folds, and slid the middle finger of my
right hand in the ready opening. My finger quickly found the
raised bumps on the top wall of her inside, and I renewed my attention on
her swollen clit. My efforts were soon rewarded as her inner walls
tightened around my probing finger and she jammed her hand against her
mouth to muzzle her cries as she came, bucking her hips against my face
and
pulling my head against her flat stomach.
Not willing to pause, I stripped her of her useless underwear and slid her
ass off the edge of the bench. Her hands busied themselves on my big
dick as I positioned her, bringing my piece to full attention once again.
Placing my swollen head at the edge of her ready cunt, I slowly fed my
size into her soaking hole. Seizing her by her hips, I quickened my
pace, bringing her hips
down flush with mine on every deep stroke. Her hands alternately
clawed my back and ass and sought purchase on the bench, and she eagerly
returned my thrusts. Displaying more of the skill she had hinted at
while sucking my big dick, her hips swiveled and rotated her steaming
pussy around my pulsing shaft, and the girl that I had thought
mild-mannered kept a steady stream of filthy encouragement rolling from
her mouth.
 
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"Fuck my hot cunt, fuck it harder!" She gasped. I decided more
leverage was in order, and quickly spun her to face the bench.
Entering her from behind proved simple, as her soaking lips literally
sucked my engorged big dick back inside. "Yes!" Monica
exclaimed as I began long, powerful strokes from the back. "Drive it
all home! Fill me with your big dick!" I continued my
pounding, reaching up with one hand to twist a rigid nipple and drawing
another round of cries.
"Harder!" I complied, placing both hands on her hips and rocking her
back for a better angle. I pulled my turgid pole back almost to the
point of withdrawal, then slammed my hips forward with all my force.
Again and again I crashed into her from behind, and she buried her face in
the unused blanket to muffle her cries. The sight of her
mocha-colored ass absorbing the force of my stroke was driving me wild,
and her instructions ceased as cries of pleasure overtook her control.
Her legs and back muscles tensed in concert with her inner walls, and she
screamed her orgasm into the blanket. I pounded on, driving her wet
pussy into another round of convulsions, continuing even after her body
went slack below me.
I curled a hand through her tangled hair, twisting her face around to me.
Her eager hands flew to my ready pole, resuming the pace that I had been
drilling her with. "Give it to me!" she ordered, and my first jet of
sperm landed solidly across her left breast. She continued her
forcefully stroking of my big dick and her words of encouragement as shot
after shot of hot load landed on her taught stomach and breasts. My
shouts of release faded into soft groaning as
she finished me off, rubbing my sticky big dick against the mess on her
body. She hummed her approval as she cleaned my big dick with her
mouth, and I reached out with the blanket to soak the remaining splashes
of sperm from her form.
We dressed silently and headed back to where we had hidden the motorcycle,
abandoning the ruined blanket for the puzzlement of the ground crew the
next morning. Once we reached the bike, I mentioned that I
never would have suspected her interest in me, and that I actually had
thought she found me offensive. Imagine my surprise when she said
that she had wanted to work me over ever since we were paired in classes
during the school year! Knowing better than to ask how she had
become so experienced, I mentioned that I never would have pegged her for
the vocal type. She smirked, responded that what I had just heard
was nothing, and promised that if I ever got her someplace less public,
she would really cut loose...
More about Monica & I soon...
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