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Excerpt from short story: Fine Dining by Justin Lewis
I’ve always said life is full of surprises—but so is my girlfriend, Sonia. A vivacious blonde with an upbeat personality and a hot body, she always finds little ways to thrill me, like getting us courtside seats for my favorite basketball team or leaving flirty notes in the last places I’d ever think to look. However, the thing that astonishes me most is her boundless creativity regarding oral sex.
One time, she called me at my office early in the day to invite me for a picnic. It was one of those unexpectedly warm fall days, and I liked the idea of getting out of the building for a while. However, I told her that I didn’t think I’d have enough time during my lunch break to get to the park, eat and return. “Tell your boss you’re sick,” she insisted. “You’re usually so responsible. I doubt he’ll question you.”
She was right, and what she had planned sounded better than going over spreadsheets like I’d been doing. From the huskiness of her voice, I had a feeling I’d be dealing with a different kind of spread, and I’m not talking about a blanket laid out with food. My cock grew hard at that thought, so I took a moment to calm myself before going to tell my supervisor I felt a migraine coming on.
I took the bus downtown and found Sonia waiting at the corner of the park where we’d planned to meet. She was checking her phone as I approached, but when she saw me, she ran over and threw her arms around my neck. Pressing my mouth to hers, I slid my tongue between her lips, and my dick stiffened again as we shared a long French kiss.
She broke away after a couple minutes of tongue sucking, grabbed my hand and led me down a path. The park was fairly empty because it was a weekday, and she brought me to a secluded spot surrounded by bushes and trees that was far from places where most people would congregate. In fact, the area was so perfect I got the sense she’d gone there earlier to scout out the location.
Sonia pulled a blanket out of her backpack, and we took off our shoes to weigh down the corners so they wouldn’t fly up in the breeze. As soon as I sat, she straddled my lap and ground against me as we kissed once more. Though I wouldn’t say the thought of food was more enticing than fucking my girlfriend, I wanted some answers, so I broke our kiss.
“What’s for lunch?” I asked, realizing there wasn’t much room in her small bag for the blanket and food.
She smiled mischievously and answered my question with one word: “Me.” Now I grinned, at least until she attached her mouth to mine again, and then I lowered her to the blanket.
Pushing her shirt up over her tits, I tongued her nipples through her bra, but then I pushed that up to suck the rosy flesh directly. While I did that, Sonia reached between us and massaged my cock through my pants. It was clearly time to start making my way southward, so I kissed my way down her stomach until I reached the waistband of her jeans. When I looked up, she nodded enthusiastically, so I popped the button, pulled down the zipper and, after she’d raised her ass, pulled the jeans off, along with her drenched-through panties.
The scent of her lust was potent, and I breathed in deeply as I lowered my head to her moist center. She spread her legs wider as I got closer to her crotch and the petals of her pussy peeled back, revealing the ripe berry in the center. I was tempted to zero in on it, but I knew that would instantly trigger her orgasm instead of letting her build up to a bigger, and more pleasurable, climax. Instead, I sucked gently at her labia and ran my tongue teasingly over her slippery folds. I put my hands on Sonia’s hips as she started writhing, and I lapped at her tender flesh, swallowing down my fill of her sweet-tasting juices.
Sonia threaded her fingers through my hair and grasped desperately at my scalp. She was trembling violently, and even though her thighs were clamped against my ears, I heard her gasps grow louder as I ate her cunt. She wasn’t far from climax, so I tightened my grasp on her hips and pressed my tongue to her clit. That was all it took to make her cry out, and she continued announcing her pleasure as I drew small circles on her pulsating button. Then I slipped a finger into her and fucked her rhythmically, adding to her ecstasy. She howled so loudly I was afraid she’d alert passersby to our illicit activities.
To help her stay quiet, I moved one of my hands to her mouth, and she sucked my finger so ravenously that my dick twitched. I hoped that my cock was about to receive the same sort of treatment, and the thought made me slurp at my girlfriend’s pussy even more passionately. She came again, and her body tensed as her pussy spasmed around my finger. We were both breathing heavily, and because my own need was so great, I raised my head from her still-quivering sex and moved up her body.
As soon as we were face-to-face, I kissed her. My lips were glossy with her juice, which she licked right off, obviously delighted by her own flavor. Her reaction to her taste on my lips turned me on even more, and I ground my cock against her to remind her that I was still eager for release.
“I haven’t forgotten about you,” she said as she reached down, undid my fly and pulled out my erection. Her hand was hot against my skin as she pumped my shaft a few times, as though to make sure I was good and ready—an act that was unnecessary. She quickly discovered the precome perched on the tip of my dick and massaged the fluid into my crown with her thumb until I was groaning with abandon.
I was going to come in her hand if she didn’t change course soon, so while she continued working her fist over my prick, I muttered, “Please suck it,” and kicked off my pants. She was immediately compliant, not even bothering to kiss or lick her way down my body as she pushed me back onto the blanket and headed straight for my manhood.
She started lower than I’d expected, laving my balls with long, slow swipes of her tongue before giving each a good, hard suck. My eyes were shut so tight I saw stars and my hands balled into fists, with a bit of the blanket trapped in each. My cock was impossibly hard and eager for her mouth’s attention.
When she finally released my balls, she grasped my cock by the root. Swooping down, she wrapped her lips around my crown, and the heat from her mouth was intense in relation to the cool breeze that had been blowing against my skin. That sensation intensified as she worked her way down my length, swallowing me inch by inch until my pubic curls tickled her nose.
Moving slowly, she dragged her lips back up, keeping them tightly pursed so I’d feel the pressure, and tracing the underside of my shaft with her tongue. She maintained the lip-lock as she commenced blowing me in earnest, her head bobbing as her mouth moved up and down my length. All I had to do was lie there, let her do her thing and receive an insane amount of pleasure.
Of course, it couldn’t last forever. My excitement kept skyrocketing, as she never wavered in her oral assault. My hips began pumping and my ass rose and fell on the blanket like I was trying to fuck her face, a motion I couldn’t have stopped even if I had wanted to.
Not missing a beat, she moved right with me. Soon, my load rushed through my shaft. A second later, hot cream spewed from my crown and spilled out over my girlfriend’s tongue. She gulped down each shot I fed her and kept sucking my prick until she’d drained me of every last drop.
When it was clear that my stores were empty, she released my cock and stretched out on top of me. We kissed, her mouth redolent of my semen, until I realized we were both still partially naked. Although no one had caught us in the act, I decided we shouldn’t press our luck. Besides, now I was actually hungry, so we got dressed and then went in search of lunch.
That day in the park was thrilling, but it was nothing compared to the first time she’d surprised me with her sexual creativity. About six months into our relationship, Sonia invited me to accompany her to a wedding that was being held out of town, suggesting we take some extra days to have a real vacation. She made all the plans, including sending a car to drive me to what I thought would be the airport. However, I realized the driver was heading in the wrong direction. When I mentioned this, he said he’d been told to deliver me to the train station, and I had no choice but to trust him and wonder what Sonia had planned for us.
I found her waiting in front of the station when I arrived, two tickets in her hand. “I got us a sleeper car!” she exclaimed, and I remembered back to our first date, when I’d mentioned my fascination with the Orient Express, a conversation all but forgotten until now. Excited and intrigued, I followed her onto the train where we took our seats, my cock already at half-mast at the thought of the nighttime fun to be had.
Edited by Barbara Pizio of Penthouse Variations
Published by Cleis Press