I’ve known Lindsey for many years. She use to be married to a buddy of mine. My ex-wife and I hung out with them quite a bit back in the day. We both divorced in the same year. Once single, we flirted a bunch, but coming off of a long marriage she started dedicated most of her time to her career and our relationship turned into “catching up” phone calls.

I received a call from Lindsey one afternoon. She had been invited to a black tie ball and wondered if I’d like to be her date. I was a bit surprised by the invite. Seems the guy she’s been hanging out with has been bumming her out lately and she longed for my laid back, playful atmosphere of a personality.

I think I actually surprised her by happily accepting on the spot. Two weeks later I stepped out of the front door in my 20 year old tux and drove over to her place in my new Mercedes convertible. Yes, a mid-life crisis purchase. When I pulled up to her home, I was a bit nervous. She had told me that her current boyfriend was a large and loud man who had a reputation for whipping ass in his younger days. I couldn’t believe it, he met me at the door. Very awkward situation for me.

“C’mon down girl”, he shouted, “This boy here looks mighty nice!” His tone was annoyed and sarcastic. I think this night and probably their relationship was a sore spot of conversations. When she descended the stairs I was taken aback. I had never seen her this dressed up before, and the dress fit her contours, showing that she was indeed well built. She smiled demurely as I gave her a rose. Without provocation her boyfriend blurted out, “I bet this old man can’t make you forget about my prowess.” He looked at me and said, “get her nice and drunk, because I’m betting she comes home and pleases me into the early moments of the morning.” Wanting nothing further of this conversation I rushed her out the door.

After the initial formalities of picture taking and smiling for the events photographer, we took our place at a table. Soon the DJ spun a slow song, and we walked out onto the floor for a dance. As soon as we started to dance, I held her close, Damn, she smelled nice. She laid her head on my shoulder and rocked gently to and fro. The song was very romantic, and I was caught up in the mood, so I turned my head in to see if I could warrant a kiss. She immediately returned the kiss with more passion than I had ever known. She probed my mouth with her tongue and began undulating her hips against my leg. I was sure we were garnering attention from others, but I didn’t care. I could feel my cock welling up.

Through two more slow songs, the intense petting kept up, and I could tell she was getting hot as well. Without delay I spoke up, “Do you want to get out of here and take a ride?”

Her eyes glistened as she said, “Let’s go!”

No one could have missed the fact that we were leaving at only 8:30 pm. Living in a mountain area, I lost no time in finding an abandoned dirt road that was secluded enough to hide us well. With the radio murmuring sweet, country, love songs, I began kissing and caressing her. I took her nimble little fingers and pulled them into my mouth one by one, and tongued her neck and shoulders lightly. She was wound up and moaning softly as I slowly ran my hand down her back, easing the zipper on her dress. I went back to kissing her deeply, and I felt her hands begin popping the stud buttons on my tuxedo shirt. As deftly as possible, I eased her seat back and pulled the dress down with her bra so that her breasts popped free from the top. She had gorgeous tits, more than a handful in size and perfectly formed. Each was topped with a soft brown peak that hardened as my willing tongue caressed it. They were very sensitive, as she began to coo with each circular motion of my tongue.

I paused a second and told her it’s been a long time since I’ve done this in a car. Lindsey smiled and pushed me back on the seat and tore my shirt away from my chest, tonguing my chest and nipples as she descended, then she crawled over the console and into my lap. I reached down between her legs and rubbed my hand against her panties, stroking her vulva as she arched her back. I slowly pulled her panties down and placed my right hand firmly against her slit. She was super wet. My fingers roamed around her clitoris, and she shuddered and collapsed on my chest. As I inserted my middle finger into her slippery hole, she bucked against my hand, fucking herself with my finger. I extended my finger up until I could feel her G-spot, and pulled my thumb back so her clit would ride against it. It only took about 20 seconds before she gasped and came. Her orgasm was pretty intense for a simple finger fucking, so I anticipated quite a ride. My cock was swollen and pulsing in my pants. I thought it would burst.

She fell back onto my chest and then started sobbing. “Miguel. I’m so unhappy. Jeff is such an ass. He treats me like crap and I’m sick of it.”

I was listening filled with both frustration and pity. Why do all the great ones always flock to assholes. I began stroking her hair and calming her, she hugged me tighter and cried again.

“Please don’t be mad,” she murmured. “One day I’m going to show up at your door begging for you to take me in.

I took her home by 11:00 pm, and she kissed me long and hard in the driveway. Even with the sad ending, the earlier activity was causing me to ache from head to toe, my balls were pulsing with pain. I drove home and beat off, but the pain was still there. Sitting there with my I made a plan. I was going to get her out of that relationship and make her mine. Wow, a thought I haven’t had towards a woman since my ex-wife and I split up.

On Monday, I called Lindsey and told her I was taking her to lunch. When she arrived at the café Lindsey was a bit shy. We ate and enjoyed our time. I walked to her car and said, “Look, I know your dating now, but after Saturday night I’ve been thinking about you a lot. How about we go to a movie this Friday?”

“I don’t know. I feel so bad about this weekend. As she started getting in her car, she turned back and said, “Yes, I’ll go. Pick me up at 6:00 at Jeff’s restaurant.”

That Friday I pulled up to the restaurant her boyfriend ran and walked up to the counter. He greeted me with a smile. After he filled an order, he asked me to come around to the back door.

“Now I want to tell you something,” He said, “I don’t like what’s going on between Lindsey and I one little bit. I sure don’t like the idea that she keeps seeing you. This may surprise you, but I want you to show her a good time, and maybe she’ll get to realizing that I’m the best for her.”

I agreed to show her a good time, even though my idea of a good time probably wasn’t what he had in mind. What a prick. Lindsey showed up in a few minutes and we left for the movies. It was a good 30-minute ride from our little town to the nearest theater, so we had plenty of time to talk on the way. I listened intently to her, held her hand, and bantered lightly.

“Can we just skip the movie and talk?” she asked.

I agreed to forgo the movie and found a quiet spot by the river. We were in my truck rather than my car, so I was able to go down an old abandoned road where we wouldn’t be disturbed. Lindsey started crying.

“What’s the matter,” I asked?

“I don’t think I really love Jeff. The other night after we made out, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. He never makes me feel like that.

“I’ll tell you what then,” I said, “We’ll ride around and I’ll take you home. Whenever you feel like breaking up with him, give me a call.”

I drove her home that night, and she gave me a long kiss before she went inside. I drove home still thinking about those beautiful breasts and that tight body.

The call arrived the following Wednesday. We talked for more than an hour. We decided on an official date for Saturday. When we left her house Saturday afternoon, she climbed into the truck and snuggled right up beside me. I put my arm around her and decided to drive some back roads to get to town. My blood began to boil when she grabbed my hand and kissed the palm then ran her tongue upwards, sucking on my pinky when she reached it. She sucked on all my fingertips as I began searching for another road I knew.
While we were jostling down the road, I was playing with her nipples with me free hand. They became rock hard, and she leaned closer into me rubbing her hair against my face. This girl was getting hotter by the minute, and my scrotum was already in pain with anticipation.
I knew a perfect spot down by the river, very isolated with a fire pit. I pulled in and immediately after I turned the truck off, she began kissing me deeply and powerfully. I returned those hard kisses, pressing even closer and stroking her face with my fingertips. I had never been kissed as passionately. Our tongues mingled together, probing each other, and I gently nipped on her bottom lip with my teeth as I started kissing down her neck.
My tongue and lips darted across her upper body as she reached back to unclasp her bra. With a steady upward motion, I pulled her shirt and bra off together, and gazed for the first time on her completely bare torso. The sun was still setting, and the last rays of orange light showed me those amazing breasts, unfettered, and completely taut. Each nipple was completely erect and protruding out by two inches or more. As I moved in to feast on them, I cupped each tit with my hands, rubbing the nipples with my thumbs. They were so firm and full. I sucked and played with them, running my tongue over the nipples, then circling the whole breast, gently nipping them with my teeth.

Lindsey was clearly in ecstasy, pulling my head closer, moaning in a low growl, and kissing my forehead. I took this as a green light and began kissing down her soft little abdomen. She lay further back on the bench seat and pushed as far back as the passenger side door. I slowly began unbuttoning her jeans as I kissed further down. After the last button popped, she instinctively raised her hips so I could remove them. I started to pull her panties off simultaneously, but I decided to take it slower. I wanted her to be as anxious as I was. When I looked down at her panties I couldn’t help but grin. She knew what she was planning on doing tonight. These were not typical panties, but sexy black silk numbers with red lace fringes. The crotch was already visibly damp, and she was already spreading her legs wider as I eased down between her legs.

I kissed the inside of her left thigh, then slowly made it across to her right one. Right in the middle, I gave her sopping little pussy a deep kiss through her panties. Her pubic hair was a soft mousy brown, well trimmed and glowing with juices. I could smell the glorious scent of her, and it made me even hungrier. After another round of teasing, I began kissing her cunt in earnest, gently probing my tongue around her labia while holding the panties to the side. She moaned louder and pulled my head closer. She was enraptured, and her cries of pleasure were making me even hotter. I licked, probed, kissed and pleasured her while time seemed to stand still. Her thick juices covered my face, and I lapped them hungrily, trying to taste every ounce of her. As I licked and nibbled on her clit, she convulsed and shook, cumming right there and pulling me in so tight that I felt I would suffocate.

After that first orgasm, she seemed possessed and hungry. She sat up and pushed me back down into the seat, ripping my jeans and underwear down to my knees. My cock was bulging and erect with precum covering the head. She grabbed it and began kneading it gently in her soft hands. “Now it’s my turn,” she cooed.

She raised her butt in the air and plunged her mouth down on my cock as far as she could go. She quivered with a small gag, but recovered quickly and started sucking my dick hard. Too hard. I winced and bucked with pain, and she adjusted her mouth and suction quickly. In just a few seconds, she was working my dick like an oilrig, bobbing her head up and down steadily. I could feel my cum welling up, and she felt my convulsions, she stopped sucking and started beating my meat, squeezing the tip when she reached the end of the shaft. It felt like gallons of jism were exiting the end, and I was cumming harder than I had ever experienced. She continued pumping and seemed completely oblivious to the jets of pearly liquid covering her gorgeous breasts and stomach. Her eyes were closed and she was muttering, “That’s it baby. You let all that stuff out.” When I finally finished climaxing, she knelt down and kissed the end of my cock, teasing it with her tongue, and licking the last drops of semen.

I reached behind the seat and brought out a t-shirt I kept as an extra. I wiped her down and started kissing her again. My cock never even subsided, and I was eager to get inside that delicious cunt. I laid her back on the seat and removed her sopping panties. She raised her legs in the air and wrapped them around me, pulling me closer, and I felt the entrance to her slit rub against the head of my dick. I resisted the urge to plunge right in, and rubbed it up and down her twat. She winced when it made contact with her clit, and tried to pull me in with her legs, but I resisted more. She pulled me down and kissed me deep again. The scent of her own juices that were still on my face aroused her even more, and she bucked against me. I held her down and inserted only the tip into her steaming hole. Moving it around in a slow circle, I would pull it out again and tap her clit. Each time she would quiver and whimper. I decided to see how long I could keep up the game.

For what seemed like a small eternity, I put only the head of my cock in her hole, rubbed it lightly around, then teased her clit. She got hotter each time and eventually she was rigid with excitement. She looked deep into my eyes and pleaded, “Please fuck me! Please don’t tease me anymore! I am on fire! Please fuck me!”

I couldn’t hold on any longer, and I plunged my cock into her tight, wet hole all the way to end. She screamed in pain and ecstasy and shook all over, clenching me tightly. As I slowly started moving inside her, I was overwhelmed at heat and smoothness and tightness. This was the most wonderful pussy I had ever experienced, and she was giving it to me wildly. With every stroke, she bucked hard against me, and let out a little whimper. She was enjoying this ride, and I was getting more excited by her sounds. As her first little climax hit her, she pounded up with her pelvis and dug her nails into my back. The pain of her nails mixed with the glorious feeling of her pussy moved me close to the edge, and I had to restrain my thought to keep from cumming.

“Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” she pleaded.

I began to slam into her; ramming my cock in as far as it would go. Her head bounced off the door of the truck and she continued to buck in wild abandon. She came hard, shaking all over and screaming. Tears streamed down her beautiful face as she climaxed wildly. I was so caught up in watching her, that my own climax waned, and I continued to pump her. I felt like a king, watching this beautiful woman writhing under me, squealing and moaning, completely caught up in her electric orgasms, and I continued to pump away. She came again, harder than the first time and it sparked my own orgasm. I rocked relentlessly at her pussy, driving as I felt the wave of cum getting ready to emerge from my cock. We had become crazed, and she squealed as I filled her twat with my semen, begging for more.
We both collapsed into a heap of shuddering flesh. My cock was still buried deep inside her, and I could feel her walls twitching around me. My dick was still pulsing and she was breathing rapidly in my ear. We were covered in sweat, and the salt was burning the deep scratches in my back. We lay there for several minutes gently kissing and recovering from our abandon.

I looked at her softly and muttered, “My God! You were magnificent.”

“I want to feel like that all the time,” she whispered, and kissed me again.

I stepped outside the truck and stretched, while she rearranged her clothes. Although June was nearing, there was a chill in the air, so I decided to make a fire. We sat together by the fire, wrapped up in a blanket and stroking each other softly. Before long we were making love softly beside the fire for a second time, this time slowly and deliberately. We continued enjoying our bodies for two or three more hours. Our lust provided pleasure over and over again. Finally, we both became so sore and raw, that we could no longer stand the penetration, and called it an evening.

As I drove her home, she lay against me, and for a while, I imagined that we could be in love. Her eyes looked deep into mine, and I think she felt the same thing. I kissed her for several minutes in her driveway, before dropping her off, and I decided to drive around and consider the possibilities.