Chapter Five - The Walk Under The Moonless Sky
Harrod
I won’t bore you with the dinner details, and it wasn’t a dinner anyway. That’s just what I had to tell Siobhan so I could get a date with her. She wouldn’t have agreed if I had asked her outright. She was a beautiful girl, but I knew her beauty wasn’t limited to her looks. During the dinner, I found out more about the person she was, and it was every bit as lovely as her face.
There was modesty in everything she did, from the way she dressed to the way she talked. She had great self-control and discipline, qualities that are rare in my circle. She was exactly the woman that my dad would approve of. Her big brown eyes were surrounded by long lashes, which drooped halfway after two glasses of wine and reflected the candlelight. She had a small mouth, her lips were pink and her nose was like that of a baby. She carried herself with simplicity. What attracted me to her, even more, was how she thought of herself as an ordinary girl, in spite of having a congresswoman as her mother. Usually, these things go to people’s heads, but she wanted to do something on her own.
After dinner, we went for a walk out in the gardens, under the cloudy sky. I discreetly guided her towards the back gardens, somewhere that held the hope of privacy and where we would not be illuminated by lighting infrastructure that belonged on the set of star wars. She had relaxed by then. I grabbed her hand and intertwined my fingers with hers. She was laughing now, giggling, a semi-smile fixed on her face. She had left her sweater in the dining room – exposing her curves from the front and back – and was shivering a bit. I pulled her close, putting an arm around her.
“You are warm,” she said after a while, nuzzling against me, wrapping her arm around my back. Her skin smelled of strawberries and was soft to the touch. She kicked her heels off and left them behind. “Dang, I can’t walk in these.”
“Why do you wear them then?” I asked.
“I’d be a midget next to you without them,” she said. “Besides, they make my hips look smaller,” she added, a little self-consciously.
“It wouldn’t make me like you any less if they looked bigger.” I kissed her head, rubbing my nose in her hair, taking in her feminine scent, reaching for her plump ass. Her ass did look bigger, almost swollen, now that her heels were off.
“Jesus, the grass feels so good under my feet. The earth is so soft. I can’t remember the last time I did this.”
“You should come here more often, then.”
“I just might,” she said, skipping three steps ahead of me. I caught her from behind and pulled her close, my hands under her heavy bosom. “This seems like a great place to unwind.”
“You bet.”
We were quite a distance from my home when it started drizzling silently. We ran and found refuge under a tree. I sat with my back against it and she sat next to me, shivering violently now.
“You’re barely wet,” I said.
She got up and walked under the large bough, then turned toward me.
“I am totally dry,” she said sarcastically, with mocking laughter.
Her bare arms glistened in the faint light. The rainwater sprayed sparsely through the leaves. Her blouse was totally wet from the front, pressed tightly against her big boobs. I could see her nipples, her tits perked up, peeking out from her now see-through top. She rubbed her hand on her arm as a shiver ran through her.
“Come here,” I said, taking her hand and pulling her close.
She hugged me tightly. “God, I’m freezing,” she whispered through chattering teeth, her eyes closed. In the serenity of the moment, I closed my eyes and found her lips with mine. I kissed her lightly, a mere peck on the lips. Then I kissed her more romantically, my tongue pushing into her mouth slowly. She didn’t resist. I pushed my hand up her shirt, traced her spine with my finger, pushed into her skirt and grabbed her plump, soft ass. She didn’t stop me.
“Siobhan,” I whispered into her ear, knowing it would turn her on. “If you don’t want to—”
She pushed me back and raised her arms. “Help me get out of this, I’m cold.” Now she was playing the game. I pulled her shirt off and she took off everything else. She turned around for me to unbuckle her brassiere, and doffed it off as soon as I did. Then she turned to me with the smarmy smile of a seductress. I tossed my shirt off and shucked my jeans. I hadn’t had time to put on boxers. I pulled her close, her large breasts pressing into me.
“My body is taking heat from yours—” she began, but I interrupted the science lecture.
“Your body is about to take a lot from me.”
“Is that so, big boy,” she said, daring me.
But she was cold and I wanted her to get comfortable first. I sat again, my back against the tree, and pulled her between my thighs. Her cold back pushed against my chest and my cock was pointing straight up, sandwiched between my stomach and the cheeks of her large ass. I wrapped my arms around her, cradling her pair of Double Ds; I cupped each in my hands, my fingers massaging her softness, my thumbs toying with her horny tits.
It’s partially true when they say men think with their dicks, because right now all my blood was rushing down to my lovestick. I pulled her closer, sandwiching my sausage tighter.
She turned back her head and whispered, “I can feel it, you know.” She didn’t meet my gaze.
“What can you feel, Siobhan?”
“I can feel your…” she trailed off. Her pale cheeks turned pink as she blushed, shy. I knew she was talking about my cock, but I wanted her to say it. That would turn me on even more. But I knew she wouldn’t. She was too modest and prudish for that.
“You know what I can feel,” I whispered, pushing my hand down to her glans.
“Mm-hmm.”
“I can feel your pussy, Siobhan. I can feel your flesh, tight and ready to be fucked.”
“You wanna do it now?” she asked, her voice slightly unsure.
“Do what, Siobhan? I love foreplay and talking dirty.”
“Mmhmm.”
I turned her around to face me, sat her on my thighs and pulled her close, my rod between our stomachs now. I sucked on the soft skin of her neck, ran my tongue along her collar bone.
“Tell me,” I said, biting her ear, flicking my tongue into its creases. “When was the last time you got fucked? When did you last take it up your curvaceous ass?”
“I…” she hesitated. “I’m a virgin, Harrod.”