The Rendezvous

He could hear crickets chirping and the air was cool with only a slight breeze. He asked her to meet him after midnight on the lanai, away from the prying eyes and inquisitive glances of the other band members. They had all gone home now anyway, but he didn’t want to chance it. He didn’t want another man getting to her before he had told her all.

He first saw her taking a seat at a center table with her girlfriends. She sat down and looked up into his face. She broke a small smile and he smiled back. Quickly, he turned back to his keyboard for a moment so that she would not see or comprehend the total surrender on his face.  They shared stolen looks with each other the entire evening, their obvious desire never wavering. And with each look he grew bolder until it became simple to mouth “I want you.”  She smiled as she replied, “I want you, too,” and she touched her upper lip with a moist tongue – a sample of what was to come . . .

He heard her walking through the house. Heard the door sliding open, and watched her step outside. It was hard to believe this woman was here now, in the flesh, wanting to make love to him. She was wearing only what nature had clothed her in at birth – that and a gleaming gold chain about her neck. It was all that was needed to make a bead of sweat break upon his brow and trickle down the side of his face.

Oh, baby, was all she said as he put his arms around her and drew her close. Her breasts touched him, squeezed against his chest, adding even more hunger to his desire. Soft pillows, fragrant and yielding, waiting for his mouth to sample their sweetness. His lips touched her lips and a million sparklers shot throughout the sky. Her tongue, wet and insistent, met his with pure lust, taking all that his mouth could offer. His hands slid down to her waist and he looked her in the eye as he knelt down and thrust his face into her pussy. Soon his arms were around her and he moved his hands over her round buttocks slowly, massaging her ass as he began putting his tongue to her clit. He held her forcefully against his face, moaning as he licked, murmuring as he sucked and nibbled and swirled his tongue over everything lovely she had to offer.

But soon she pulled him up and turning around, walked to a lounge and reclined. He stood at her feet and followed her legs as she raised them slightly, offering her delicious toes to his stiff and throbbing cock.

Fuck my sweet toes! she whispered to him with a slight smile that said she had waited long enough. With both hands, he took her supple toes and pressed his member against them. A flood of electricity surged through his loins and he quickly wrapped his swollen penis with her feet and thrust hard as he had never done before. God, he was fucking her feet! He was grinding his pelvis against her instep and feeling each wave of pleasure gripping his erection. He saw her pretty toes, painted an alluring deep red, each calling to him to thrust harder, to assail her feet with his member and turn them into lustful participants of his ecstasy. He couldn’t believe how smooth they were, how much passion they evoked in him as he watched his swollen cock fucking them, over and over until he felt the rise and he had to let go! Over her toes, his cum covered everything. He pumped again and again until white jism was dripping down her feet and onto his own legs.

She reached to her left foot and wiped up a wad of sticky cum with two fingers and licked them clean. Mmmmm! She was scooping it all up – cleaning off every ounce of him and smiling as he watched her incredulously. She had eaten it all – not just took it in her mouth and swallowed without tasting – she had actually licked it off her fingers like she was dipping into hot fudge.

As spent as he was, he spread her thighs and touched her with his tongue. He wanted to make her come, wanted to see her arch her back and scream over and over again. He sucked her clit, hard and knobby and tongued the side of it, where most of her nerve endings were. Keep it up! Right there! She held his head against her mound, savoring the warm lips and tongue that was eating all.

He was growing hard again and he thrust two fingers, now three, up her cunt and opened it with his long tongue that had become his cock for the time being. Inside of her was incredible. Soft and moist, with that wonderful odor of pure sex that turned him on so very much.

He was sure . . . yes, he had grown as hard as the first time and he climbed up the lounge and guided his erection into her wetness and began to thrust. One! Higher now! Two! He was up to the hilt and she let loose with a sharp intake when he rammed the third time. Oh, God it was so good! She was tight and hot and juicy and he kept thrusting and ramming and stroking, never wanting to stop but just feeling the rising tide that was taking him out to sea.

He fucked her, mastered her, made her his own. He was the only man now that would cleave that luscious expanse between her thighs. What was she whispering? You’re hurting me! Too big! Don’t stop! Fuck me! Hurt me! Rip me apart!

That made him thrust harder. Deep assaults into her pussy, ramming over and over until she began riding the long crest to her orgasm. He could tell she was about to explode – she took shallower, sharper breaths. Then she stiffened and clenched his rod with her cunt, holding it while waves of pleasure poured over her pussy and she cried out his name and how she loved him and how he made her come all over his cock. His huge, red throbbing cock.

When it was over and she no longer spasmed but only floated on that soft, soft cloud, she opened her eyes and looked at his face.
“I love you, honey. So much. I love you so much my beautiful man.”
“I love you too, babe. Always and forever. Happy Anniversary.”
She stroked his face and kissed his neck. “I can’t believe it’s been this many years.”
“It’s just like we met for the first time, isn’t it?” he said.