Wetter than the Lake (fiction based on first date)

Everything about this first date up to and including the kiss is real. The rest is fiction.

I recently gave K a typed copy of this story in a sealed envelope. I wrote: “open at bedtime…in bed.”

Wetter than the Lake

K felt the spark the second she walked in the bar and saw him sitting in the corner, fur-trimmed jean jacket pulled up against his neck, long legs stretched out in front of the sofa, mischievous blue eyes glancing up and drinking her in in an instant. P felt it too. First when she smiled, her dimples and eyes sparkling as she sat her curves down beside him, and then when she laughed as they quickly fell into an easy banter.

As they got their second round of drinks and headed to a high-top table, they both knew the date was going well. But they had no idea what was in store.

A football game was playing on the TV above the bar – the Chiefs versus someone or other – but K and P were locked in conversation, sharing stories of dating, childhood, past relationships, takes on polyamory, meaningful looks.

As they got ready to leave the bar K announced that she needed a walk around the lake to sober up before driving home. P ventured that he could use one as well.

It was a crisp, cool November night, and as K and P traversed the path around the lake hand-in-hand, lights strung up between lampposts glowed in the water and lights in living rooms and bedrooms winked in the Oakland skyline. Other than a fast-moving couple walking their dog, they didn’t see a soul. Conversation flowed as easy as the breeze.

After a half an hour of walking, they curved around a bend and found themselves on a particularly splendid stretch of lake, the lights glistening in the water, a bench beckoning on a patch of grass, the silence and solitude of the night enveloping them. “This is ideal,” P said, pressing K’s hand to stop her in her tracks and leaning in to press his lips between hers. K kissed him back, gently, then insistently, and felt the pressure of his lips and the promise of his tongue.

It might have ended there. And on any other night it would have. But as they continued to kiss, P took K’s arm by the wrist and guided her hand down the front of his body, where her fingers brushed against the tightness of his jeans. P let out a soft moan and bent down ever so slightly to kiss the side of K’s neck; she could feel the heat and wetness building in her own pants. Still holding her hand against the front of his pants, and now kissing her full on the lips again, P walked slowly back toward the bench, his footsteps barely making a sound as they crossed first the firm gravel path and then the bare grass.

Without removing his hand from her wrist, P unbuttoned the three buttons at the top of his jeans and then guided K’s hand to the hardness pushing against his boxer briefs. A moment’s break from kissing. “Nobody’s watching” he whispered.

His free hand traveled up K’s thigh, hip, back, neck, then lightly tugged at her locks, pulling her lips away from his and gently guiding her gaze downwards as he released her wrist from his grip. K’s hands reached out and landed on his chest, then slowly sunk with her as she got down on her knees in the grass in front of him. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she thought as she looked around at the deserted lakeshore, then ran a single finger along the underside of the top of his underwear and pulled his jeans down to his knees. Coming back up, she let the palm of her hand rub against his hardness and looked up to meet his gaze. Without breaking eye contact, she pulled his underwear down to his knees, placed a hand gently around the base of his throbbing cock to keep it steady, and slid it slowly into the wetness of her mouth, twirling her tongue as she closed her lips around it.

“Fuck,” P intoned. “Give me a preview of that pussy.” And he continued to moan softly as K worked him over with her hand, tongue, and lips, soaking every inch of his cock in her mouth. When he couldn’t take another lick without cumming deep in her throat, P scratched the top of her head with his fingertips and said: “you prepare this cock too fucking good. Stand up.”

When K pulled her lips off his cock it made a wet, popping sound, and she gasped for breath as she pushed herself to her feet. Immediately, P spun her around, one hand across her stomach, the other caressing the seam in between her jeans. K’s ass pushed back against his bare cock and she moaned softly as he kissed her on the back of the neck and continued teasing. With both hands now, he undid the button and zipper of her jeans and pulled them to the tops of her booties, on the way back up lightly smacking her ass cheek before reaching around, inside her panties, and lightly rubbing the wetness below her clit with his middle finger.

“How’d we get this pussy so fucking wet?” he whispered before pulling her panties down to her ankles and slowly bending her body over the edge of the bench, looking to the right and left as he did so. No-one in sight. For only a moment, K felt the chill of the night air caress her soaking wet pussy; then she groaned in pleasure as he slid deep inside her and filled her up, pulling her hair back as he pushed against her soft ass. Rocking his hips back slowly, P worked up a slow and steady pressure as K bit her lip, trying not to make too much noise. As he built up speed, his free hand – the one not extended, taut, gripping K’s neck firmly – reached back and slapped her ass with a smack that echoed across the lake like a skipping stone. She could feel her pussy getting wetter with each stroke, dripping all over his hard cock and spilling out onto his thighs as he fucked her from behind.

“Sit that soaking wet pussy right there for me,” P commanded as he looked down at the ripples in K’s beautiful ass and listened to it clap in rhythm with his hips. “Fuck. You’re so fucking sexy. Make this cock come deep inside you.”

K could feel it getting harder as their bodies coiled and tensed; the pressure building as his breathing got deeper; the muscles in his thighs contracting in anticipation; and then the ecstatic release of tension as he exploded deep inside her.

P leaned over, laughing and gasping for air, pressed his hard stomach against K’s lower back, kissed her gently on the neck, and whispered in her ear:

“I think we’re sober now.”

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