Chatting to someone new online, where the banter turns sexy, is rather delicious and momentarily addictive. As each message arrives, the level of excitement builds and before you know it your fingers are travelling to that place of pleasure, to be met with slick wetness and a heightened response.

As my fingers start stroking with expert precision, and a gasp involuntarily escapes, the mind wonders to the expectation of meeting.

We’ve agreed to meet at a local café on the main road, and based on the messages, there’s no way either of us will cancel. As my fingers bring me closer and closer to that desired release, I fantasise about how far, is too far to go on the first coffee. Is it just coffee. Should we meet, somewhere more private... Hmmm. The possibilities. And I’m feeling devilish with this one.

ME: “Hey there – are you still good to meet on Friday?”

HIM: “Heck yes. I can’t wait.”

ME: “How about we meet a park instead? I’ll bring some cold drinks. Do you know Saints Park in Churchville? Near the large oak tree on the left, there’s a picnic bench. Will that work?”

HIM: “Hey that’s cool. See you at 2.30pm.”


Friday morning and I’m a bundle of excited nerves. Images and messaging are one thing. Meeting in person is taking the gamble we’re still attracted to the prospect of playing. Guess we must wait and see.

As I’m driving to the picnic table, I’m totally overthinking it, so I take a deep breath to calm the nerves. I’ve deliberately arrived early. Mainly to secure this particular picnic table. It’s well placed behind some low plantings, providing excellent privacy from the road when seated.

Right on time, he turns up. I watch as he parks and strides over to where I’m sitting. He’s grinning. That must be a good start and instantly I start to relax. Standing, I give him a quick hug in greeting, and we take a seat opposite each other on the picnic table. I know I’ve got a cheeky grin on my face. I can’t help it. He’s every bit as handsome as his images.

HIM: “So what’s a naughty girl like you doing in a place like this?” He jokes.

ME: “Waiting for a naughty boy to have some fun with.” I’ll respond.

The banter and conversation continue as we learn more about each other. Feeling rather devilish, I discretely slip my foot out of my shoe, and quietly leaning back I’m able to start sliding my foot up his jeans. He tilts his head, and the conversation pauses. I bite my lower lip. Too much? Too soon?

HIM: “What are you doing Miss Naughty?”

ME: “Hmmmm. Nothing.” I say with a cheeky grin, without removing my foot.

Without showing a response he reaches under the table and grabs my foot, making me squeal in surprise. “I know exactly what you’re looking for” he exclaims calmly. And with that he lifts my foot up and places it firmly over his erect cock.

Him: “Is that what you’re looking for? You wanted to see if you turn me on, didn’t you?”

Me: “Yeah. I kinda did. And I don’t regret it now.” I say starting to move my foot up and down his cock, all the while thinking, fark that feels like it’ll deliver pleasure.

Him: “Oh, you’re going to be trouble.”

Me: “Well, you can’t blame me with all that teasing you’ve been doing! Only question is – what do we do with it now?”

Him: “Do you have something in mind?”

Me: “I was thinking, I need to taste you. Today.”

Him: “What here!” He exclaims in surprise looking around to see if anyone is watching. Then he looks back at me, and seeing the smirk on my face, continues “oh, you’ve planned this, haven’t you?”

Me: “What can I say. I always get what I want. Follow me if you’re feeling naughty.”

And with that, I lower my foot down off his hard cock and back into my shoe. Getting up off the picnic table, I walk toward my car. Opening the back door, I climb in and move to the far side. Then looking over at his stunned expression, I slowly lift my dress and watch his face as I slide a hand down into my panties and gasp out in pleasure. Without losing eye contact, I then call out: “If you really want some excitement in your life, be brave and come join me”.

In that one moment, I can see hesitation and desire cross his face. But I smile as desire takes over and he stands up, striding purposefully over to the car, before getting in beside me and closing the door behind him.

Him: “Do you need a hand there” he questions about to move closer.

Me: “No I’m good” I respond by removing my hand out from my panties and sucking my fingers clean. “But I want you to pull your jeans down and show me what you’re offering” I say and look down toward his crotch.

By now he’s fully on board with the mood of the afternoon and removes his shoes, jeans and underwear. He firmly cups his hand around his balls, pulling his thick hard cock out from under his t-shirt. “Guess this is what you’re wanting then” he exclaims, clearly still not sure how he ended up here, but prepared to go with the flow.

ME: “Oh you know that’s what I want.” I respond before turning my body around to face him.

Maintaining eye contact I reach over and wrap my hand around the top of his shaft and slowly lower it. He instinctively removes his hand so mine can reach the base of his erection. As I gently rise and lower my hand, he’s looking back at me, shaking his head gently.

Bending down, I let my tongue lick gently across the tip of his sensitive cock. He lets out an involuntary gasp, followed by a shallow groan. That instantly sends a shudder through my core and my pussy spasms in response. 

Firming the touch of my tongue, I proceed to wrap my lips around the top of his shaft, gradually taking more of him into my mouth with each movement up and down. I can taste his saltiness forming on my tongue, and he’s delicious. With every upward movement, I’m tracing a firm tongue along his cock, and softening on the downward movement until his cock reaches more into my throat.

By now my fingers are wrapped around his balls, blending between gently squeezing and massaging them between by fingers. He’s groaning as I switch from sucking his cock; to licking the top of his penis head; to licking the top of his balls and along his shaft; to using his cock to fuck my mouth and gagging with each downward stroke like they do on porn sites.

One of his hands comes down onto the back of my head, and he entwines his fingers through my hair. He’s starting to push my head further down onto his cock and making me take him faster and faster. His hips are lifting toward my mouth, and I lose count of the number of times he exclaims “fuck that’s good” or “don’t stop”.

So I don’t stop. We’re both enjoying this moment. I’m so turned on by having this cock in my mouth, that I’m almost cuming without touching myself. Listening to him groan, and feeling him writhe under my touch, while his hand is guiding me into what he wants, is so fucking hot.  

It isn’t until he calls out, “if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum” that I stop and sit up, looking at his bewildered face.

ME: “I just have one question. Do you want to cum in my mouth; or do you want to feel the tightness of my wet pussy wrap around your cock until you cum?”

HIM: “Oh, fuck you’re trouble!” He growls.

And in one short movement he’s pulling me over, so I’m straddled across him. His large strong hands are pushing my dress up to expose my obviously wet panties. Moving the gusset aside, he uses his thumb to roll over my clit and I’m gasping in pleasure. That one touch and I’ve almost cum. I start to shudder, and he looks at me with a laugh “who’s going to cum first then”.

Without waiting for an answer his thumb moves magically against my clit, so slick with anticipation that I can’t take it anymore and within minutes my body starts to spasm in a climax that reaches from the depths and has me crying out in absolute ecstasy as each wave of my organism passes. “Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck” I finally express when words can form again. “That was intense!”

He reaches up to place a hand around the back of my neck and pulls me into our first embrace. So tender at first, becoming firmer and more desperate. Oh, gawd. The guy can kiss and make me cum easily. Damn.

Pulling away, he looks up at me and simply says “now it’s my turn”. With that he lifts my hips up and with my panties pulled to the side, he teases me with his solid hard cock by sliding the head of his cock over my now highly sensitive clit. “Is this what you want” he teases and continues to press against me.

ME: “Oh yes please! Please fuck me! Please.” I’m almost embarrassed to beg so early, but damn he excites.

HIM: “Maybe naughty girls need to wait.”

ME: “Noooo. Please. Please. Please.” I pathetically whimper.

Shifting himself ever so slightly, his cock is now firmly resting between my lips. I try to lower myself down, but he’s holding me up so I can’t. It’s like a form of torture of the most delicious nature. All I can do is whimper in expectation.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he starts to lift his hips up and his cock slowly finds its way inside me. He’s perfected the art of teasing and takes his time. A small insertion, followed by retraction. Repeating. Each time moving deeper and deeper inside me. Oh, it fells so delicious, and I just want more and more.

Each time he enters, I’m gasping. And as more of him enters he starts to growl “fuck that’s tight”. “You’re everyman’s wet dream”. Finally, he brings my hips down as he fully impales his gorgeous cock deep inside me. I can’t help but gasp out. It’s been months since my last encounter and my whole body is on fire.

HIM: “Now Miss Naughty, I want you to cum on my cock.”

ME: “Oh that won’t take long.”

His hands start to move my hips backwards and forwards and gawd damn it feels too good. “Go on, use by cock for your pleasure. Show me how you like to fuck yourself on my cock.” Oh how that comment sent a shock through my core. In chat, we’d spoken about dirty talk during sex, and there it was. Such a turn on. As he releases his grip around my hips, my body naturally takes over and all I’m thinking of, is the pleasure his cock is delivering.

Forwards, backwards and in light circular movements this man is getting me closer and closer to another orgasm. I no longer care about the expletives coming out of mouth; the fact my hands are clinging onto his upper arms for stability; or that I’m purely and selfishly just thinking of my own pleasure in this moment; simply using this mans cock for as long as I can.

Feeling my climax building, he starts to growl as I’m squeezing tighter and tighter around his cock buried so deep inside my burning, hungry, and demanding wet pussy. Before I know it, his hands have reached between behind me to hold onto my ass cheeks, when one hand slides further across and under my panties, seeking out my third offering. Delicately dancing his middle finger over that tightest of holes, he starts to push against that space and slowly his finger starts to disappear. It’s more than I can handle. Oh, those waves of climax that followed just kept coming, for what seemed like minutes. Shuddering and swearing. Tensing and relaxing. Again, and again as I cried out in the most absolute of divine pleasures.

Gaining control, and returning to the present moment again, he starts to gently encourage me to move my hips against his still hard cock.

HIM: “You asked me before if I wanted to cum in your pretty little mouth, or in your tight wet pussy.”

ME: “Hmmmm. I did. And I guess you’ve chosen pussy.”

HIM: “Wrong. I asked you to cum on my cock. But I’m going to cum inside that pretty little mouth of yours, and you’re not going to spill a drop over this car upholstery. Do you understand?”

Oh. There’s that dirty talk again. I freeze for a moment, processing. He laughs and smacks me lightly on the ass, encouraging me move to the side. And reluctantly I let his cock slide out.

Looking down, his cock is slick with my pleasure and his pre-cum. I’ve clearly cum hard on that cock, is the first thought that crosses my mind. Bending down I work quickly to lick his shaft and balls clean. Once pleased with the clean up, I return to worshiping his cock. Circling my tongue across the tip; to taking him into my mouth as far as I can; then drawing my tongue up his shaft on the return.

His hand once again, rests behind my head, guiding me on speed and depth. The saltiness increases, as does his groans of pleasure and I focus purely on satisfying him. Carefully keeping to the rhythm he’s indicating. He wants it faster, so I open my mouth up to him, and he’s pushing further and further down into my throat. He hears me gaging, holds himself there and retreats, before repeating. Saliva is drooling down my chin and his cock his slick with it. It’s messy and so fucking hot to be able to pleasure a man this way.

HIM: “Oh fuck you’re too good” he suddenly exclaims.

Suddenly his body stiffens for a moment, and I know to firmly wrap my lips around his cock as it starts to pulsate, delivering that creamy saltiness deep into my throat. Swallowing as fast as I can to keep up, he shudders and relaxes back into the seat. Swallowing one last time, I then proceed to lick his cock and balls clean, being careful not let a drop get onto the seat.

HIM: “That was more than I was expecting this afternoon.”

ME: “Hmmm. But that was fun, right.”

HIM: “With you, I think the fun is just getting started.”


…  wonder how Friday’s first meeting will really go!