It was Friday afternoon and I was sitting outside a coffee shop enjoying the warm summer sun. Stacy and I had been flirting on and off all week since the last time we’d met up, spending all afternoon and all night naked at my house.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Stacy.
Stacy: I’m horny!!
Me: Really?
Stacy: Yes!!
Me: I may be able to help you with that. Are you around?
Stacy: No. Brendan will be home in about half an hour and then we’re going to see his parents.
Me: Pity, you could have come to my place and we could have gotten naked and sticky again…
Stacy: Don’t! If I could get away I would. I really want to see you.
Me: Can I call?
Stacy: Yes.
I hit the call button on my phone. Stacy answered after one ring.
“Hey,” she said, sounding a little nervous. “Where are you?”
“I’m sitting outside Starbucks. You remember Starbucks, right? I think the last time you were here I had your underwear in my pocket and I got to see your tits and stroke your pussy” I said, referring to the last time I was there with her when I’d convinced her to take off her underwear and give it to me. Not that she took too much convincing.
“Yes, I remember,” she sighed.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“At home on my couch,” Stacy replied.
“And Brendan won’t be home for half an hour?”
“No.”
“Get undressed,” I told her.
A quiet sigh which could have been a moan escaped down the phone.
“It’ll have to be quick. It’ll look weird if I’m naked on the couch when he gets home,” she said.
“Fuck, I’d love to find you naked on my couch,” I said with a smile. Luckily the outside seating area was almost deserted.
“Let me just put my phone down for a second,” she said.
I heard the phone being put down and the sound of Stacy quickly taking her clothes off before the phone was picked up again.
“Okay,” she said, “I’m naked.”
“Are you sitting on the couch?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Send me a photo ,” I said, hoping she was horny enough to do what I asked her.
“Rich, what if someone sees it?” She asked sounding nervous again.
“I’m not going to show anyone and you can delete it off my phone when you come to see me again.”
She sighed when I mentioned coming to see me.
“What do you want a picture of?” She asked quietly.
“Your tits,” I said. “But I want to see your pretty lips in the pic as well.”
“Hold on,” she said and the phone when quiet.
After a few seconds she spoke again. “Okay, I sent it.”
My phone vibrated against my cheek as the message came through. I opened it and was greeted with a photograph of Stacy’s perfect, pert breasts. Her left hand gently cupped her left breast and at the top of the picture I could see her full lips. They were slightly parted and reminded me of how they looked while I had been undressing her the previous weekend.
“That is an awesome picture,” I sighed down the phone.
“Now what?” She asked, sounding as if the tension was getting to her.
“Now I want you to touch yourself. Imagine my mouth is between your legs, my lips kissing your pussy, my tongue teasing your clit.”
Stacy moaned quietly.
“Fuck,” she sighed.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” I told her.
“I’m stroking my pussy. I’m doing it how you did it to me, I’m dipping my fingers inside, getting them wet then drawing them out and over my clit.”
“Are you wet?” I asked.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Let me hear,” I said. “Put the phone down between your legs and let me hear how wet you are.”
Stacy didn’t protest, I just heard the phone move down. I listened and could hear the faint sound of her fingers slipping in and out of her wet pussy. Suddenly she was talking again.
“Talk to me, Rich. Tell me what you want to do to me. I want to cum. Make me cum,” she groaned.
I began to tell her how I wanted her. How I wanted to lick and suck her clit before sliding my cock in to her inch by inch until I filled her. I told her how I wanted to suck her tits and grip her ass as our bodies ground against each other. I told her I wanted to feel her cum, that I wanted to hear her moan and say my name as she came and how I wanted to cum inside her.
At the start Stacy had been whispering back to me, telling me how much she wanted me, that her nipples were hard. But now she was quiet except for labored breathing and soft moans which were becoming louder. I kept talking, only stopping to tell her I wanted to know when she was going to cum. I told her how I wanted to take her body and turn her over, pressing her down into my bed as I fucked her from behind. Her breathing was loud now and the moans seemed to be coming from further back in her throat. Suddenly my description was interrupted as I heard her, louder now.
“Oh, fuck. Rich, I’m going to cum! Rich, I’m cumming!” She called down the phone, her breathing filling my ear.
Stacy’s breathing began to subside but I could hear that her mouth was still open.
“Rich, that was great. But I just wish you’d been here,” she sighed.
“Me too,” I replied. And I did.
“I’m going to have to go,” she sighed,” but when can we meet up again?” She asked. “I need to see you.”
“I can be around whenever you can get away,” I replied. “Are you sure you can’t get away tonight?”
“I don’t know, maybe. I want to. Can I call you later?”
“Of course,” I told her. “You don’t have to ask.”
“Okay. I’d better pull myself together before Brendan gets home,” she said, sounding a little sad. “Oh, crap.” She suddenly exclaimed.
“What is it?” I asked, a little worried.
“I just looked down and there’s a wet patch on the couch between my legs. I’m going to have to try to clean that up, it looks so obvious.” She giggled. “I’ll try to call you later,” she said.
We ended our call but I was pretty sure I wouldn’t hear from her for the rest of the day.
I sat and finished my coffee, enjoying the warm sun. I hadn’t decided what to do this evening but I could tell it was going to be a warm.
I left my seat and walked to a couple of stores before heading back to my car. I got in and started driving home. My phone rang, it was Stacy. I answered and her voice filled my car on the hands free kit. I always enjoyed getting calls from her but there was always a part of me that thought she might be calling to tell me that Brendan was becoming suspicious and she had to end it. I didn’t want that.
“Hey,” I said as I hit the talk button. I wanted to say something dirty but I never knew who might be within earshot on her end.
“Hey,” she said, sounding a little nervous. “Are you still around tonight?”
“Of course, but I thought you had to see the “in-laws” tonight,” I said.
“I’ve managed to get out of it. I told him my friend wanted to meet up because she’d split up with her boyfriend.”
I smiled to myself, kind of enjoying the fact that she was lying to get a few hours with me.
“That sounds great. Not for your friend though, I hope she’s okay.”
“You’re an ass,” she giggled. “Can you pick me up?” She asked.
“No problem,” I said.
“Wait! Don’t come to my house, though.” She sounded a little panicky.
“Duh, okay,” I said in mock sarcasm.
“I’m going to get him to drop me at that bar that’s around the corner from where we worked. Can you meet me there? I’ll call you when I’m outside on my own. It’ll be about 45 minutes.”
I agreed looking at my watch and ended the call, a smile forming at the sides of my mouth. I think we both felt bad about what we were doing but it was so hard to stop. We’d both tried on a couple of occasions when all we were doing was sexting but within a couple of days one of us would give in and text again.
I looked out the window of my car at the sun. It gave me an idea so I headed home.
I pulled into a side street just down from the bar. I would be able to see when Stacy got dropped off but I knew that her boyfriend wouldn’t have to drive past me arriving or leaving.
It was still warm outside but the AC kept the inside of my car cool. I listened to my iPod while I waited. Stacy and I didn’t really share musical tastes which was one of the reasons I didn’t think we’d actually work together as a couple. The good thing was I thought that she felt that way too. It was sex that was the bond between us but I also enjoyed holding her after, feeling her pressed against me when we were both spent.
I saw a car pull up outside the bar and after a few seconds Stacy got out. She was wearing a pair of faded jeans which hugged her tight little ass and the heels she’d worn the last time we’d been together. On top she wore a low cut V neck t-shirt which showed the slightest hint of her cleavage. She didn’t have large breasts, just a little too big to fit into one of my hands, but they were firm with small pink nipples which got hard when I stroked them. It looked as though she was wearing a push up bra. She stood there for a second, waiting for Brendan to leave but he was obviously waiting for her to go inside. I decided to mess with her a little. I went to the recent calls screen on my phone and hit her name. After a couple of seconds ringing came through the speakers in my car. I watched Stacy as she realized her phone was ringing in her purse. She pulled it out and looked a little flustered but recovered well. She must have told Brendan that it was her friend calling and she answered.
“Hey,” she said, trying to sound bright and chirpy.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I said slowly. “You look good enough to eat, especially that tight little ass you’ve poured into those jeans.”
“Okay,” she replied, trying to sound casual. “I’ll see you in a bit.” And she ended the call.
I smiled, feeling a little disappointed that she hadn’t let me play longer.
I watched as she said something to Brendan before he pulled the car away from the curb.
I waited about 30 seconds to make sure Brendan wasn’t going to spin the car around and come back. I was about to pull away when my phone rang. I answered.
“Where are you, you bastard?” She asked, trying to sound pissed but I could see the smile on her face.
“Across the street, in the side road,” I answered.
She looked over and started to walk towards me. I watched her.
She got in my car, leaned over and kissed me, biting my lip as she pulled away.
“Shit!” I exclaimed. “What was that for?”
“You know perfectly well what that was for, you bastard.”
I laughed.
“I was just playing,” I said, trying to look hurt.
“Yeah, well I nearly had a fit when I saw your number. I had to answer because he asked me if it was Jeanie calling me.”
She punched me in the arm, playfully.
“Wow, I thought we were going to have an evening of sex but it seems like you’re intent on damaging me.”
She stuck her tongue out at me and reached for her seatbelt. She buckled it up then leaned over and kissed my cheek.
We had been driving for a few minutes, talking about how she had gotten out of seeing Brendan’s parents to spend the evening with me. She suddenly looked a little coy.
“I told him I might be out late and not to wait up,” she said, looking at the floor.
“Great,” I said. “I had no intention of dropping you back too early anyway,” I told her, not taking my eyes off the road.
We continued talking when suddenly Stacy looked around.
“This isn’t the way to your house,” she said.
“We’re not going to my house,” I told her.
She smiled but didn’t ask where we were going.
I drove on, the roads leading out of town into the countryside. I turned left into a narrow lane which led up hill. After a couple of minutes the road opened out onto a wide open area. Low bushes were spread around, narrow grassy paths intersecting them.
Stacy looked at me with a half smile on her face.
“And what are we doing here?” She asked.
I smiled.
“Well, I figured that we had sex at my place twice now so I thought we would try somewhere different.”
Stacy looked a little shocked but the smile she was suppressing told me she was open to the idea.