River Walk: Ten Kinky Collaborations (39 page)

Pushing me back, as if he wanted me to forget all that for now, his mouth left a lazy hot trail over my entire body. That magical spot on my neck would never be the same, scorched with his tongue and nipped with his teeth. I was marked for life in more ways than one. His hands raked over me exploring every unknown inch as if he was cataloguing each curve. He moved over the tender skin along the side of my breast, the cleft between them, the ticklish spot above my hipbone and the curve of my ass as I squirmed to both escape his heat and dive into it all at the same time. He touched parts of me that had never been explored by another, and I feared would never be the same after.

Propped up on his elbow, his right hand moved slowly from shoulder to toes and back up again stopping at the curve of my back, while his eyes made the same journey. Reaching around between my body and the bed he ran his hand along the top curve of my ass finding that sensual spot where the two globes meet and a slight dimple formed. A groan escaped his mouth, the first sound aside from heavy breathing since we had come to the bedroom, “Fuck Amelia, what are you doing to me?”

I had no answer to that. Surely a simple girl like me could not cast a spell on a man like him. He groaned again as if he knew what I was thinking and was annoyed, his eyes gained what I could only guess was determination to prove otherwise to me. Quickly and with more pressure than he had used before, his hand snaked around and before I knew it, his long fingers were diving into my core. I was soaked and needy and ready for him to take me
there
.

He took me over that edge into oblivion more times than any of the few before him that night. It was nothing short of magical and marked the beginning of something neither of us had the power to stop.

Music blaring, wind blowing in my hair, Johnnie broke my trance. “Are you ready Amelia?”

Oh how I will never tire of the way my name rolls seductively off his tongue.
Truth is I was nervous but more than ready. He hadn’t asked any questions regarding my first wish and I didn’t offer. “Put your right foot on the dash,” he said sternly. I had chosen a long dress with strappy sandals and little did he know his shy girl hadn’t bothered wearing panties. I smiled at the thought. Shifting into gear on a long straightaway his right hand moved over and quickly pulled my dress up, his large palm covering my pussy before I knew what hit me. A moan escaped his mouth at the bare discovery. “Mmmmmm, good girl!”

Two fingers slipped effortlessly inside my core, all the while never taking his eyes off the road. “Fuck baby…you are so hot and wet.” And I was. Admittedly. How could I not be with
that
sitting next to me! I had no words to refute his statement. I was soaked just thinking about him fucking me outside my old high school. His fingers began to pump in and out painfully slow curving upward and touching that sweet spot down deep while his thumb traced lazy circles over my clit. My back arched of its own accord lifting my ass off the seat in a silent plea for him to go deeper. He was coaxing my body. Playing the instrument he knew best. All I wanted was to soothe that aching need for him that I felt so desperately. I begged him silently
please, please take me over the edge
.

“Johnnie!” I gasped.

His fingers disappeared abruptly and I was left feeling empty and achy. I couldn’t stop the look of disdain I sent his way as he returned a mischievous smile and looked back to the road. He slowly proceeded to lick each finger, one by one, spending extra time circling his tongue around each digit provocatively knowing I wasn’t missing a second of his show.

“This is it right?” he chuckled as he pulled in to the parking lot of the main building. It wasn’t a very large school, but I knew exactly where I wanted to go. He parked the car and I hopped out as fast as I could. My body was racing with feelings of anticipation as my mind replayed memories from long ago creating a mixture of sweet and sour. Some of those memories I just wanted to erase and forget. Replace them with newer, better ones. Today would be a good step in that direction.

Shaking off those thoughts, I met Johnnie at the front of the car as he reached out for my hand. Pulling me close he kissed me deeply, wrapping his hands around my body and cupping my ass. He ground his erection against me as his tongue traced my lips and explored the deep recesses of my mouth. Somehow he always knows when I need to be rescued from my inner dialogue.
That inner voice of mine is a real bitch.
I relaxed into him craving his approval through body language hoping that this was a wish he didn’t mind granting.

“I can’t wait to be buried inside you, out here. Lead the way.” And there was my answer.

Tugging at his hand, I found the spot behind the school next to the juniper bushes. It still looked the same, only the plants were more established. As soon as I stopped he was all over me, hands everywhere. His soft lips made their way to my neck tracing the most delicate of trails along my clavicle. I was buzzing with electricity along every surface of my skin and utterly lost in this moment. Him. Here. With me. It was everything I could have wished for. His hands reached up under my long skirt, squeezing the globes of my ass, they found their way to my drenched crevice and skimmed the surface.

“Don’t stop, please.” I wasn’t above begging. It wouldn’t be the first time, and it certainly won’t be the last. My desperate plea to him was received with a simple chuckle. He loved to tease me.

It wasn’t lost on me that we could be caught at any moment, regardless of it being Sunday. There were very likely grounds keepers or custodians milling about. Sure we had fucked in the great outdoors plenty of times but people around here knew me. In a small town like this, if we got caught, it would be town news within the hour. That was part of the fun, I guess.

“Turn around, I want to fuck you from behind like the dirty slut you are,” he commanded knowing how much I loved it when he talked to me that way. My mind reeled and my body ran with it, abiding by his command before he’d even finished saying it. “Show me how bad you want me Amelia. Put your hands on the wall just like that baby girl, and show me your beautiful ass.” Oh yes, that’s the Johnnie I know and love. This is definitely a new and improved experience. Exactly what I wished for.

I quickly moved into position as his hands grabbed my hips and stilled me. Two fingers dipped in slowly. I couldn’t help but rock on my feet hoping for more friction. His hand dug into my hip in a silent gesture, reminding me he was the one in control and to take what he gave. Nothing more. I was rewarded with a curve of the fingers as he pumped them in and out building that wave I knew would take over only too soon. He steered my body towards release. His thumb circled my clit every so often as his fingers pulled me further and further, “Give it to me Amelia, you know what I want.” Closing my eyes, I surrendered to that sweet heavenly wave as it glided over my entire body taking my mind with it. As I came back to him, he was leaning over my back, his breath heavy in my ear and on my neck.

“I will never get tired of seeing you come undone for me.”

I couldn’t even respond. There was nothing that needed to be said anyway. His hands left me and all I could do was try to hold myself up leaning, face first, into that warm brick wall. My legs shaky, I heard the clang of the metal on his belt and the beautiful sound of his zipper being lowered. God I loved that sound. I bet so many people ignored those little things, the little treasures that fill the air before, during and after lovemaking. I didn’t. I held onto them like a soft blanket and replayed them every chance I got. Moans, zippers, snaps, breathing, the faint ticking of a wristwatch, music from a car as it drove by in the distance. I would no doubt replay it all as I replaced the old memories with the new.

“What do you want baby? Tell me.”

Oh my!
He knew how shy I got when he wanted me to ask for it directly. I blushed but secretly I completely loved it. Steeling my resolve, I vowed to tell him exactly what I wanted. “I want you to put your big cock in my wet pussy and fuck me hard. I want to be consumed by you.”

A smile filled my features as I talked, suddenly feeling like a silly school girl trying to talk dirty. I arched my back hoping he would put me out of my misery sooner rather than later.
Damn I am a greedy slut.
He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my slit getting it all wet passing my greedy hole several time
s, finally pushing in when I had all but given up hope. One swift push of his hips, and I was filled so deeply I couldn’t help but gasp and try to lock my elbows, keeping my face from planting into the wall. Slowly he pumped in and out of me luring me into his lair. With increasing speed he pressed forward filling my pussy with his thick shaft. Over and over he pounded into me as I pushed back to meet his thrusts. We were both lost in each other, bound in the moment until we both reached our peak one right after the other.

Quickly tucking his still semi-hard cock away, he grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned me up. Looking at me with a grin he dropped the small cloth on the ground and all I could do was giggle at the thought of the groundskeeper finding it. He took my hand and in a warm embrace asked me if my first wish was everything I had hoped for. I nodded and simply said “more.”

As we walked away I took one look back to that spot, now even more magical than before and tucked that memory away for safe keeping.

Johnny hit the button to trigger the top back up on the car and off we went, hitting the closest interstate.

“I’m curious Amelia,”
Oh gosh here it comes, I knew I would have to explain myself sooner or later.
“Why your old high school?” His tone was neither accusatory nor aggressive.
I can do this. I can tell him why.
After a long pause I went for it.

“That is the spot where I lost my virginity to my first real boyfriend. You are the love of my life Johnnie; I wanted you to make love to me there as well.” He didn’t say a word, but sat up a little taller in his seat. Noticeably more relaxed and definitely pleased with our afternoon escapade.

“Tell me about him,” he asked.

The drive back was filled with funny stories and memories of our first loves. I told him about Jeff and how we met when I helped him with chemistry homework. He was a star athlete but struggled in school. Things didn’t end well for us. He was the reason I switched from the small community college in a nearby town to the large University several hours away. I still had warm feelings about him and plenty of good memories to help cover the hurt, but it was definitely still there after all these years.
Hmm…Jeff…whatever happened to him?

CHAPTER THREE

“So, you want to have sex with another man?” he says to me with a wicked grin. I can tell he’s only repeating it in an effort to let my second wish sink in. A month had passed since that amazing day at my old high school. It was exhilarating to say the least, but I was eager to up the ante and push myself a bit further out of my comfort zone. We’ve talked about exploring with other partners so this is no huge surprise, but I’m sure it’s a thought that will take some time for him to absorb.
Three wishes. No restrictions.
I replay his words in my mind and smile back in his direction. He can’t refuse my smile. Ever. It’s my secret weapon.

“Hmmmm. Okay. Do you want it to be someone you know or someone random?”

I think about my response carefully not wanting to be anything less than truthful. “Maybe on our business trip to Texas next week, we will meet someone at the bar or something?” I suggest. “Could be fun,” I shrug trying not to act like I want it
that
bad.

I hope he takes the bait because my plan is already in motion. It’s just way too perfect that Thomas recently moved to San Antonio, and we are headed there. After Johnnie granted my first wish back at my old school, I couldn’t help but think back to my first love and wonder. I had followed him for years on Facebook, just out of curiosity, and recently I noticed he had moved. Late one night I pulled him up and got the nerve up to send him a message. To my surprise he answered back immediately and despite some past tension, the conversation seemed to flow quite easily. I was surprised by it all which got me thinking about what my second wish could be.

I could always count on us stopping in this one particular bar along the River Walk, whenever we had time on trips to The Alamo City. I sent him a private message letting him know the location and date and he confirmed that he would be there. I could feel the adrenaline pulse through me, knowing what I was doing was not quite right, but proceeding regardless. This was my free hall pass. A chance to go back in time. Who wouldn’t want to do that!
Johnnie said it himself. No restrictions. This is not cheating.

The trip was upon us before I knew it. Days filled with long meetings and nights. The River Walk has some of the best restaurants and we were determined to get our fill before it was time to leave. Friday afternoon rolled around and I was completely on edge.

Back at the hotel I opted to take another shower to freshen up while Johnnie straightened up the room. I took a little extra care fixing my long brown waves and sat down on the bed. I found myself staring out the window just letting the sun warm my bare flesh while Johnnie caught the news in the other room. As the water evaporated, goosebumps rode a wave up my body, thinking about all the possibilities tonight could hold. How would Johnnie deal with this? Would Thomas and I knowing each other be obvious? I had filled him in on my plan. He knew Johnnie would have no idea we were ex-lovers years ago. Thomas Jeffrey. Otherwise known as Jeff.
The star athlete. My first love.

I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard so I opted for a simple, pretty, white thong and bra combination. It was one of my favorite sets comfortable enough for daily wear and pretty enough at night when the clothes come off. I settled on a body hugging, low-rise pair of black skinny jeans and my favorite off the shoulder vintage Led Zeppelin t-shirt. If I was going to go back in time why not take it all the way. Keeping my makeup light, I simply applied some mascara and lip gloss and pinched my cheeks. Before long they would be flushed anyhow so no need for blush. We headed out hand in hand into the cool night air.