ready to book a flight to Las Vegas instead of booking it to my car to cry.
Oh, and my tits were out.
After gazing at me for a moment, his eyes soft and loving, his mouth failing to hide a mischievous grin, Hans bent down and captured my left nipple ring between his lips. He swirled his tongue around and around the sensitive pink flesh until I could feel my panties dampen and my knuckles turn white as they tightened around the black frame of the chaise.
Reading my body language, Hans grabbed the hem of my dress with both hands and slipped it off over my head.
Oh my God.
I was naked, except for a red cotton thong and some combat boots, on a stranger’s patio.
And I fucking loved it.
Hans then turned his attention to my other breast, fondling and sucking, while I desperately tore at his wifebeater. Ignoring me, he made his way down my torso, planting torturously unhurried kisses in a trail that could only be leading to one place. Meanwhile, he used his hands to simultaneously pluck at the silver hoops in my nipples and guide me down onto my back in the lounge chair. Just as my head hit the cushion, his mouth hit the apex of my already drenched panties. The feel of his tongue and nose and lips probing me through that thin piece of fabric was a glorious electric agony. I wanted it to never end yet somehow culminate into a screaming days-long orgasm all at the same time.
No! I can’t come like this. Not in my fucking underwear! Hans, please!
My hips began to thrust involuntarily, begging him to dive into me, to end the torture.
Please!
And that’s when I felt a thick finger hook the sopping wet fabric between my legs and slowly drag it to the side.
No sooner had that finger slid aside the barrier between us than it was sliding inside my slippery folds, thrusting in and out at an excruciatingly unhurried pace. My womb felt like it had been pumped full of boiling hot napalm. I was going to die. It was too much. I was spread-eagled, practically naked on a stranger’s chaise lounge, with my breasts exposed to the steamy night air, my wet pierced nipples cooling into sharp points by the humming ceiling fans. Fingers that had just skillfully shredded a bass guitar in front of thousands of people were stroking my G-spot, and the playfully wicked black-rimmed eyes of a rock star were gazing up at me from between my thighs where his expert tongue was flicking and teasing the barbell piercing my clit.
Just as I felt my sweet release beginning to build, I could hear the sound of Hans undoing his belt and fly.
Oh, thank God! Fuck me, Hansel! Please! Fuck me hard!
His tongue and magical fingers never left my pussy while he easily shimmied out of his skater shoes and baggy pants. The instant his mouth left my flesh, Hans peeled off his tank top and scooped me up into his arms in one fluid motion. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, hoping he would lay me down on the chaise lounge and plunge into me—or better yet, plaster my sweat-soaked body against the wall of the house so that we wouldn’t have to worry about any unexpected squeaks from the patio furniture.
Hans began walking. The feel of his calloused hands gripping my ass cheeks and his thick, firm cock grazing the inside of my thigh had me writhing with need. I thrust my hands into his sweaty hair and sucked at his swollen lips, which were slick and tangy from my own juices. My senses were so overwhelmed with desire that I didn’t even notice that Hans was carrying me away from the safety of the covered patio…until I felt lukewarm water slosh into my boots. My eyes shot open immediately to the realization that Hans was carrying me
into
the motherfucking
pool!
Before I could yelp or thrash in protest, he thrust his tongue into my mouth and the head of his massive diamond-hard cock into my pussy.
My awareness dived below the surface of the water to where our bodies were now joined. Hans was all I could feel. There was simply no room in my consciousness to process anxiety, fear, wet, dry, hot, cold, past, future. Every sensation was flooded with Hans, and I wanted him even deeper—in every sense of the word.
Once we were completely submerged, Hans pressed my back