If I stumble on my words or how I go about explaining what all happened, I’m sorry, as I said it was a strange night. I’m still having problems straightening out in my head everything that happened, which is one reason I’m writing about it, maybe if I can get it down on paper I can make more sense of it all. So if you’re reading this and it doesn’t completely make sense, I’m sorry, I’m just going to lay it out from the start and go from there.
My housemates April and Jake left around noon to take their kids around to friend and family for trick-or-treating. So I pretty much had the house to myself for about half the day.
The plan was that when they were done trick-or-treating that they would drop off their kids with Jakes parents to spend the night and then come home to change into costumes and to pick me up to go out with them. First we were going to go to a farm that’s a little bit out of town and was all set up for Halloween with a haunted house, corn maze, and scary hay ride. Then after that we planned on going to party that some church friends of April and Jakes were having, but we didn’t plan on staying that long. What Jake really wanted to do was go bar hopping with some of his old friends, and that’s the part I was really looking forward to.
After April and Jake left with the kids, I spent the rest of the day sort of being lazy and sort of getting myself and my costume ready. I lit some candles turned off some lights and took a very long hot bath. After washing up and taking my time shaving my legs and meticulously shaving between my legs until I was completely smooth, I just laid there and soaked. After the bath and drying off, I knew I still had the house to myself so I didn’t even bother to wrap a towel around me; I stepped out of the bathroom completely naked, walked all the way through the house and went back down stairs to my room. I don’t know why, but it’s always felt good to me to be naked, and even though I knew the curtains on the windows were wide open and anyone walking by outside could have seen me, I didn’t care, I just felt so free. Once I got to my room I spent some time massaging my entire body with some Vanilla scented moisturizing lotion I had gotten from Victoria Secrets and yes I probably spent more time rubbing the lotion in between my legs then I should have, but hey, it really felt good. After that I think I just passed out for a while, that is until the door bell rang. Still in a sleepy daze I hurried to put on a bathrobe and go to the door. When I got to the door it turned out to be some younger teenagers that were trick or treating, I was at a loss, I know April had bought some candy for Halloween, but I forgot to get it out and ready for the trick-or-treaters. I apologized and told them if they could wait a minute I would go get some candy, but as soon as I started to turn around one of the boys yelled out trick as he reached for my robe and pulled the sash open halfway exposing my naked body to all of them that were in the doorway. Before I could do anything they were all running away laughing and yelling. What was funny is I didn’t get mad; I just grabbed my robe, holding it closed, and stepped out of the doorway and watched the kids as they ran away down the street. I actually sort of found it funny, I probably should have been mad, but it was more amusing then anything else, they were just kids right? After that I made sure I had the candy ready for next time the doorbell rang. After finding the candy I decided I didn’t want to be getting ready and having to answer the door over and over again so I just put all the candy into a big bowl and put it outside our door and then went back downstairs to my room.
I spent the rest of my time getting ready, I laid my robe out on the floor so I had something soft to sit on while I painted my finger and toe nails bright red. I knew my toes wouldn’t show in either pair of shoes I had picked out to go with my outfit (Shiny black ankle boots for while I was at the farm, and some bright red heals for the party and bars), but I didn’t care, the costume I had put together was of a sexy devil and I was going to go all the way with it, even if it meant painting my toe nails that no one would see.
After my nails dried I worked on my hair and makeup, heavy with the eye liner, mascara, and pale colored blush that I had to put all the way down over my chest to blend into my face just right. My costume was a little low cut and well, I wanted it to look perfect. I also went heavy with a blood red eye shadow, and blending it darker at the outside to make my eyes look real sultry.
I was proud of my costume, I made the skirt myself, the outside of the skirt was long, almost touching the ground, but I used a real thin see through red fabric for it, then I found some real shiny red nylon fabric that I used for the inside skirt, and I cut it so it was sort in-front and then angled back to just above my knees in back. Under that I had some thigh high red stocking that attached to the garter straps of my corset. The corset was also red; I had gotten it as part of a lingerie set from fantasy gifts (adult store). It didn’t cover my breast so I had to make a top that would fit under the corset; I used the same shiny red nylon fabric that I used for my inner skirt. I tried to make it look like one of those mid-evil outfits you see at renaissance festivals, you know the kind that have a corset that goes up under your boobs and then has a softer material above it that holds them. I’m not the best seamstress, so the top part turned out a little tight, but I had another button down red satin blouse that I was going to wear over it anyway. Then I had bought a belt at a costume store that had a long red devils tail attached to it in the back, I had also picked up one of those cheap plastic pitchforks and head band with little red horns on it that I could put in my hair to almost complete the outfit. Not that I thought anyone would see it (much like my toenails) but I had also picked out a real sexy g-string, it was bright red, mostly satin, but also had a little v of lace going down the middle of the front.
I knew it wasn’t the most appropriate costume for the church group party, but April and Jake were just going there to make an appearance, they didn’t plan on spending much time there at all so I didn’t really care that much about my costume being appropriate or not for it. I made the costume to get some attention while we were bar hopping.
The funny part is I never made it to the party and only made it to one bar. I did say Halloweens for me are usually always strange right? Anyway I spent the rest of my time fine tuning my makeup and costume, the doorbell did ring a couple more times but I just ignored it for the most part.
When April and Jake finely got home I was still naked but I had my costume all laid out and ready. I had a small tube of red body sparkles which I used generously from head to toe making my skin sparkle everywhere.
I had told April I needed help getting into my costume so when she had gotten dressed up in her costume she came downstairs to help me. When she got to my room I was dressed as far as I could be with out her help, I was just sitting there on the side of my bed waiting for her wearing only the thigh high socks, g-string, and the red top I had made to cover my breast. The only comment she made was that my devil costume fit me in more then one way. I needed her help to get the corset on and tied, it was tight to begin with, but when she got done synching up all the laces and getting everything tied, my waist looked two sizes smaller and my breast looked two sizes larger. Yea it was a little bit hard to breath, but after a bit it either loosened up some or I got used to it. After that April went back up stairs after making sure I didn’t need anymore help. I finished getting dressed, attaching the garter straps to the socks, putting on the red satin blouse but leaving it unbuttoned almost all the way down, tucking the bottom of the blouse into my skirt, and trying on the devil tail belt.
I’m usually down on myself for how I look, being a bigger girl and all, but when I looked at myself in the mirror, all made up with my costume on, I could barely believe it was me looking back, I looked hot.
When I went upstairs April and Jake where already and waiting for me, they were dressed up like Bonnie and Clyde with matching Tommy guns. They looked so good together. When Jake saw me his eyes popped open and it looked like he was about to say something, but then just went quiet with a big smile on his face.
It was sort of cold out so I had to put on a coat that pretty much covered my costume, I wasn’t to happy about it, but when Jake mentioned that some of the church people might be out at the haunted farm I decided that having the coat was probably a good thing, at least until we got to the bars and I could loose it and not worry about being to sexy.
When we finely got to the farm and paid our way to get in we did meet up with some people April and Jake knew. One of them was a guy named Marty. He was a little different from the other church people, he was in his fifties with longer wavy graying hair, a big bushy mustache, and was sort of dressed up like a biker, but it wasn’t over the top so I figured out it wasn’t a costume. Just a pair of beat up old tennis shoes, black jeans, a biker style leather jacket with a green hooded sweat shirt under it, an old baseball hat, and glasses.
This is where things start to get strange. He wasn’t as old as my dad, but he was old enough he could have been my dad (in-fact I found out later he has a daughter that is my age). I don’t know why, (it’s hard to explain) but almost immediately I felt a connection with him, not the father daughter connection, but something different, something deeper. I don’t really know if he felt it to, but I’m pretty sure he picked up on something because out of every one there, including the church people he already knew he seemed to want to pair up with me, even when we where away from April and Jake. At first I thought maybe it was because he was trying to be nice to me, due to me being sort of a shy person, but after a bit it just seemed like he wanted to be with me instead of the other people there. We went through the haunted house and he caught me a few times when I jumped from being scared, then we went on a hay ride separate from April and Jake due to the first one being to full. On the hay ride Marty and I sat right next to each other sharing one of the blankets. We didn’t really talk because it was suppose to be a scary hay ride and we were watching out for the things that were suppose to jump out at us, but that didn’t stop him from being comfortable enough to put his hand on my leg under the blanket and then when I didn’t do anything he sort of started to massage my leg, pushing his hand down between my thighs. It was a little weird because I barely knew him, but at the same time it felt good and well I was enjoying his attention. His hand was course feeling and strong, and I’m sure if my inner skirt hadn’t been it the way he would have pushed his hand farther up between my legs.
By the time our hay ride had finished (it was longer then any of us thought it would be) April and Jake were wanting to leave so they could make their appearance at the party and then get out to the bars with his other friends. Marty made the point we hadn’t tried any of the corn mazes they had here and then he offered to give me a ride to the party if I wanted to go with him through one of the mazes. I told him I would like to try a maze, but Jake sort of argued saying that they didn’t plan on staying at the party all that long and didn’t want to wait for us to show up. Marty made it easy, he just told us that if I really wanted to stay, that he would give me a ride anywhere I needed or wanted to go and that Jake didn’t have to wait for me. I was a little curious about the corn maze, but in truth I sort of just wanted some more time with Marty, and I figured if April, Jake and the other church people left I would have him all to myself. So I wound up staying at the farm with Marty while April and Jake headed to the party.
It didn’t take us long to get totally lost inside the maze and after a while we just got frustrated with it and made our way through the corn to get out. My feet were hurting a little bit after that, because the boots I had one weren’t exactly meant for walking through a corn field, so Marty suggested we find someplace to sit down for a while. The only place we found that wasn’t totally crowded with people was one of the hay ride wagons that weren’t being used. I told him that this was all very cool because I didn’t really want to go to that church party anyway, especially with the costume I had on. Marty asked me to take my coat off so he could see my costume, which I was more then proud of it enough to do, and even though I knew he was one of the church people, I didn’t think he would take offense to it. I removed my coat and sort of posed for him, and then I told him about the parts I made myself. He seemed to like it and well after that I didn’t want to put my coat back on even though it was sort of cold outside. I wound up sitting on my coat while Marty cuddled up to me and covered us with one of the blankets. He made the comment that he didn’t really want to go to that church party either, and stated that church people can get sort of stuffy some times. I think he told me that to make me feel comfortable, but it wasn’t necessary, I can’t explain it, I’m usually very shy around people but with him I did feel comfortable. We wound up sitting there for a long time just talking, mostly it was just him talking but I was enjoying every minute of it. He told me all about himself that he lived out in the sticks on a small farm, his ex-wife had left him a little over a year ago, and that he had two kids that were already grown, one married and the other almost done with school. He told me that he wasn’t really the church going sort of guy, but because his house always felt so empty now that he was divorced and his kids had moved away, he figured it was a good place to make friends and to get out and do something every once and a while with other people. I wound up opening up to him also, telling him a little about myself, and getting much more personal then I ever had before with someone I just met. We must have talked for a good couple of hours, but after a while we were just sort of laying there looking up at the sky watching stars peak though the clouds as they rolled by. Then a while after that I sort of startled myself when I realized I was staring at him, he didn’t look at me but he knew I was staring because he smiled and asked me what I was thinking about. I sort of panicked a little inside, because what I was thinking about at the time is what it would be like to kiss him. I mean this guy was old enough to be my dad, but there I was wondering and wanting to know how magic it would be to kiss him. Even now I don’t know how I managed the courage tell him what I was thinking (maybe it was because it was Halloween, maybe it was the costume I was wearing, or maybe it was because of the connection of was feeling for him, I’m not sure), I know I paused a little bit trying to figure out in my head what words to use, but then I just asked him if I could kiss him. I guess I was half way expecting him to tell me no because I was young enough to be his daughter (I had forgot about the hayride earlier and how he had his hand between my thighs), but he just smiled bigger and said “sure”. I honestly felt so stupid and I swear I was feeling light headed, but I rolled onto my side draping my arm over his chest and pressing my body to his side as he wrapped his arm around my back placing his hand on my lower back. I pulled myself up then so I was sort of looking down at him, looking him in the eye as he looked back at me. I was so nervous, my heart was beating hard, and I was feeling so light headed I thought I might pass out. Finely I just closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his and began kissing him. And yes it was very magical, I swear I barely even noticed his bushy mustache, I was completely lost in the heat and passion I was feeling at that moment as he returned my kiss with just as much heat. I felt him hug me tighter as we continued to kiss, it was so hot and I can’t explain it but it just felt so right. I didn’t last though, just as I was feeling his other arm start to wrap around me some kids came screaming by chasing each other with flashlights and shining them right at us and then acting like they were trying to scare us and then ran off again. But it was enough to break the mood and well it was a little funny so we wound up sort of sitting up a little and laughing about the whole thing. Yes it was disappointing, but at the same time listening to him laugh made my heart flutter and lifted my spirit.
He suggested that we should probably get going and meet up with April and Jake so they didn’t start to worry about me. So we made our way to the parking lot and then to his truck, he let me get in on his side (which felt sort of romantic to me) and then because it was a bench seat I scooted up next to him as he got in. He buckled up both in then after he started driving down the road away from the farm his hand found my thigh again as I wrapped my arms around his and rested my head of his shoulder (which he didn’t seem to mind at all).
I felt his hand slip down between my thighs and then squeeze as he asked me where we were going. In my head I was thinking I wanted him to find a place to park that was private and dark so we could have some more time alone, but I didn’t have the nerve to suggest it, that and I knew April and Jake were probably already wondering where I was so I just told him how to get to the first bar that they were suppose to meet up with Jakes friends.
When we got to the bar it was really crowded and it took me a little bit to find April and Jake, I wasn’t expecting it to be so crowded and I felt sort of out of place. I let April know I was there then Marty and I found a table off to the side of the dance floor to sit at, we had to share it with some other people that were back and forth from the dance floor, but it was the only seats that were really available. Marty and I tried talking, but it was so loud in the place it was sort of difficult, then some guy came up to me and asked me if I would dance with him. I wasn’t going to, but Marty sort of pushed me into going out with this other guy to dance. As I was getting up Marty told me he would order me a drink for when I got back and asked me what I wanted. In the rush of trying to hear him and going with the other guy I couldn’t think of any other drink except for a long island ice tea, so I said that. I wound up dancing for a couple of songs with that guy, but it seemed like all he wanted to do was grind his crotch into me (dirty dancing) and well, the whole thing felt awkward to me. When I finely got away from him and stepped off the dance floor, Marty was still there waiting for me, a little bit later a woman came with our drinks and Marty paid her. It had been a long time since I had anything more than a glass of wine or a wine cooler, and I guess I had forgotten how much alcohol was in a long island ice tea. All Marty had was a beer, and I sort of felt stupid for ordering the drink I had, but I wasn’t about to ask him to order me a different drink, and I wasn’t just going to let the drink just sit there since he paid for it. Again we tried talking, but we could barely hear each other so we sort of wound up just sitting there watching everyone around us as we finished out drinks.
We both finished our drinks and I think the feeling was mutual, but he could tell I wasn’t really having that much fun so he asked me if I wanted to go home. I didn’t want to go home, it was Halloween night and I had gotten all dressed up, but at the same time I didn’t want to stay there at the bar either. I told him I didn’t want to go home, but that I didn’t want to stay there either. He asked me where I wanted to go, and I couldn’t think of anyplace so I just sort of shrugged my shoulders. He sort of looked around for a minute then told me he would be right back. I figured he was going to the bathroom or something, but when he came back he told me that he talked to April and Jake and told them that we were going to go out for a drive and that he would make sure I got home ok. I looked up to where April and Jake were sitting and April waved back at me with a wink and Jake gave me the thumbs up, which made me wonder exactly what Marty told them, but just sort of blew it off knowing that they were in party mode and just took it as them saying it was ok.
When I stood up to leave, I didn’t realize just how much my drink had affected me, when I stepped off the stool and put my feet on the floor, I was so dizzy that I nearly fell over into some people standing next to us. But Marty reached out, grabbed me before I fell completely and saved me from total embarrassment. He asked me if I was alright, I just nodded and held onto his arm real tight as he found us a way through the crowd to get out of there. When we got back to his truck he helped me in again from his side (I needed help), I tried to explain that I hadn’t expected the drink to affect me so bad, but it was probably because I hadn’t had anything to eat most of the day. I didn’t want him to think I would get that tipsy after just one drink, but he seemed totally cool with it and blew it off like it was nothing. Again I sat right next to him as he got in the truck and started to drive, I didn’t know where we were going but I was out of that bar away from the crowd and felt so much better that I didn’t care where we went. I didn’t like the dizzy feeling so I just closed my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder as he drove to try and make it go away. I guess I was so comfortable or maybe it had to do with the alcohol, but I actually fell asleep on his shoulder. I didn’t wake up until I heard him talking to the intercom at McDonalds (the only place open at that time of night) and ordering us some food.
He never asked me what I wanted, but the funny thing is I thought it was cool that he would order for me, all I did was hug his arm after the person on the intercom read back the order and he asked me if it was alright. I must have been hungry because those French fries were the best, and I’m not usually a big fan of their burgers, but I did eat most of one before I offered the rest to him, (which he finished for me happily). When we finished eating he asked me if I was feeling better. I think the greasy food was sort of messing up my stomach a little bit but it wasn’t bad enough to complain about. As far as the feeling dizzy part I was feeling much better, I mean I was still feeling it, but at least now it wasn’t bad (in fact it was now sort of feeling like the good kind of dizzy, the kind that sort of makes you happy). I told him I was feeling great and asked him where he was going to take me (again I was hoping for a nice quiet place that we could spend some time kissing again). He then asked me if I wanted to see his farm and maybe go for a walk in the woods behind his place. It had gotten cold out and I wasn’t really dressed to be outside all that long, but I did want to spend more time with him so I said it sounded fun.
When we got to his place he said there wasn’t really much to the farm, he pointed out a few things and explained what they were as we past them on our way to the back of his property where the woods were. When we got back to the path that led into the woods it had gotten colder then I think either one of us thought it would be and the trail into the woods was real dark on top of that. To my relief he suggested that maybe we should go for a walk another time, a time it was a little lighter out and I wasn’t wearing high heeled boots. I guess I had my arms wrapped around me holding my coat tight to stay warm. Because he offered for us to go inside and that he would fire up the wood burning stove and we could sit next to it and see what was on TV. And in truth I was cold and my feet were hurting a little (my boots were more for show then comfort), so I was more than happy to head inside. I was curious what his house was like inside, that and in the back of my head I figured it might give us another change to get more comfortable (comfortable as in kissing and making out). When we got into his house I was greeted by his dog, a big friendly black lab named Max. Max damn near knocked me to the ground, Marty had to pull him off of me and push him outside in order to get him to leave me alone. I liked Max and thought Max was cool, but at the same time I was glad Marty put him outside. I didn’t want to have to compete for attention, that and the dog ripped the bottom edge of my skirt a little bit when he was trying to jump up on me.
As Marty got the fire going I asked him if it was ok if I took my boots off, and he replied in a halfway joking manner saying that I could take off anything I wanted(for a brief moment I did think about what would happen if I striped completely). I finely took off my coat and sat on the sofa and before I had my first boot off he had the fire lit and was helping me with my other boot.
Ok I’m going to jump ahead here, because not really anything much happened other than him also taking off his shoes and jacket and flipping through some TV channels until we found a station that had a Halloween theme and was playing a bunch of scary movies.
After a bit, he asked me if I wanted anything, he didn’t really have much to offer but he had some cold beer in the fridge. I don’t really like beer, that and I didn’t want to feel like I had earlier, but I didn’t want to be a prude either and refuse his offer so I told him I didn’t think I could drink a whole beer and asked if it was ok if I shared one with him. He didn’t seem to mind that at all. The house had been a little warm before he started the fire, but after a bit it was really getting warm, it was cool being able to watch the fire and all but the heat was starting to get to me. When he went and got the beer I took off the blouse I had (still had the corset and halter top I had made on so it wasn’t like I was showing anything). When he came back he turned off some of the lights, so the only light in the room came from a light down the hallway, the TV, and the dim glow from the fire, and then when he sat down next to me and right before he handed me the bottle he said he really did like my costume. He sort of sat sideways on the sofa and I snuggled up to him, kind of lying with my head on his chest while we watched more TV. After a bit he was sort of squirming a bit and I asked him if I was making him uncomfortable, he said that he liked cuddling with me, but the hard parts (it’s called boning) of my corset were sort of digging into his chest. I had to admit also that it really wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to be wearing while just lounging around, like my boots it wasn’t really designed for comfort, that and as I said it had gotten sort of warm in his house. So remembering what he said earlier about how I could take anything off that I wanted to I sort of got bold, I sat up in front of him, told him that it wasn’t all that comfortable for me either and asked him to undo the ties in back so I could take it off. It took him a little bit to undo the knots, but he managed and while he did I pulled up my skirt so I could undo the garter straps that were connected to my stocking. Once I got it off he told me I had red marks going up and down my back and criss-crossing from where it had sort of dug into my skin.
That’s when things started to get real nice, he started to rub my back and even though his hands were hard and sort of scratchy feeling, he had strong fingers and I did enjoy his touching me, especially after a bit when he got daring enough to slip his hands under the elastic of my home made halter top. It was so nice and so relaxing, even when I laid back down on his chest he kept softy rubbing my side. I think I had gotten so comfortable that I halfway fell asleep while we were watching TV. It was strange, being there with him felt so good and so right. I know I had just met him and that he was so much older them me, but while rubbing my side and when his hand came up under my top to my breast, I was happy. He went slow and took his time, moving his hand up and down my side from the hem of my skirt to letting his fingers slide under the elastic to my top and massaged the side of my breast. It all felt so good and just laid there enjoying it. A little while later he sort of stopped rubbing my side and just kept his hand under my top, massaging my breast and working his fingers to my nipple. Again I just sat there enjoying his touch for a while and just let him play. It didn’t take much longer though for me to get turned on to the point I started to wonder if he would like to have sex with me. I didn’t bother asking him that though, what I did do it move up enough so that I could start kissing him, which he seemed more then happy to return. While kissing he wrapped his arms around me and we sort of moved down on the sofa to where we were both laying next to each other. I could feel the heat from the fire against my back, but it didn’t compare to the heat I was feeling inside. His hands moved up and down my back and then his hands moved down over my butt, pushing my skirt down as they went. It was then that I stopped kissing him and while looking into his eyes I sort of whispered to him, and asked him when was the last time he had sex. I don’t know why, but he paused (his hands even stopped moving) and it was like he didn’t really want to answer the question. At first I though I might have asked something that was to personal, but when his hands started to move again farther down and then grip my butt, he answered me, and told me not since before his wife left him. After he answered I just snuggled up closer to him, nuzzling my head into his shoulder and let his hands roam where they wanted. I didn’t waste too much time after that before I slipped my hands down between us, undid his belt, zipper, and opened up the front of his pant so I was able to slip a hand his underwear and softly massage his penis. I was a little surprised that when I first reached in and touched it he was still soft (I didn’t say anything), but it didn’t take long for him to start getting hard as I played with it. He told me that what I was doing felt real good, and I told him that I liked what he was doing to. I honestly think he would have been content if that all we did the whole rest of the night, but I had gotten so turned on that I was way past that point and wanted more. I didn’t look up at him, but while I still had my hand wrapped around his penis, and my head nuzzled into his shoulder I asked him if he would like to have sex with me. Again he took a moment to answer me, and then didn’t really answer me, when he finely said something he asked me if I wanted to have sex with him. I did want to, but I was actually sort of scared to tell him that I wanted to (yes I feel stupid now for thinking that way, but that’s what I was thinking at the time). I sort of stumbled on my words after that when I tried to explain that yes I would like to have sex with him, but that I would understand if he didn’t want to, just incase he thought I was to young or if he might not want to because of mixed emotions about me not being his wife or what ever. After I was done trying to explain I sort of thought I might have ruined the mood, or just that he would break out laughing at me. But he didn’t, he just hugged me closer and started kissing me. We kissed for a while and he maneuvered around to that I was laying under him as we kissed. After a little more of that I pushed up on him and got him to sit up with me so I could get his shirt off, which he was more then happy to let me do. We helped each other to get out of the rest of our cloths (not that I was wearing all that much) and it really felt romantic to me. After he pulled my g-string off I sort of expected him to jump on top of me and to start going at it (like most guys I had been with did), but he didn’t, he took the time to carefully remove my stocking, and then he pulled the blanket off the back of the sofa and laid it out of the floor in front of the fire. He turned off the TV then and I watched him put a couple more logs into the stove, then he knelt down on the blanket and reached a hand out to me inviting me to join him on the blanket. I reached out and took his hand and he pulled gently helping me move from the sofa, then he sort of guided me down onto the blanket so that I was lying on my back as he moved on top of me again and started to kiss me. I felt his hand move up my side to my breast and gently squeeze. Then he sort of pushed my legs out to the side with his legs as he slowly moved down kissing all the way to my breast until he was able to suck a nipple into his mouth.
I was on fire, totally enjoying what he was doing, (and thinking back on it now, I had totally stopped thinking that I might be to young for him and that we had just met) it just felt so good and so right, never in my life had I ever felt quite this way with someone. He gave my nipples a lot of attention which I didn’t mind one bit, then he picked himself up and looked at me, I watched his eyes move down my body and then back up into my eyes, and he asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. It was so hard not to blurt out that I think I might have fallen for him totally and actually be in love with him (I didn’t want to set him into a panic, or worse have him break out laughing at me). So instead I just bit my lip, reached down between us, guided his penis to my pussy, and nodded yes. I felt him sort of relax his body a little bit after that and when he did I held his penis against me and he slowly started to slip inside me. Once I was sure it was inside enough that he wouldn’t slip out I pulled my hand away letting him lay back down on top of me and slide even farther into me. I watched him close his eyes as his penis slipped into me even deeper, and reached up to run my fingers through the thick hair on his head, pulling him to me do I could kiss him again. He let himself completely relax as he laid down on me, pressing our bodies together and making me spread my legs even wider. His arms went around mine and his hands went into my hair as we kissed with even more passion. I remember thinking about how so good this all felt, it’s hard to describe, but we seemed to fit together so perfect, almost like that’s the way it was always suppose to be. It’s just weird,
I mean I know what it is to have sex, I know what fucking is, but I guess until that moment I really never knew what it was to make love, because that’s the only way I am able to describe just how wonderful it felt and made me feel inside(soul and body).
He was so gentle with me and for once I was really enjoying it, moving so slowly as he pushed all the way into me and then pulled himself almost all the way out to where he was just touching my inner lips with the tip of his penis. I would move and angle my hips up and down each time in rhythm with his movements, and not once did he pull to far out or push the wrong direction. It was almost like we had become one person the way we moved together. I don’t know how to explain it or put it to words, it was just so unreal, but the weird part is that it was real, very real.
I really don’t know how long we were going at it like that, but I loved every minute of it, and I could feel my orgasm building inside me. He quickened his pace a little bit and I kept up in perfect harmony. He finely told me that he was close to letting go, and then he actually asked me if I wanted him to pull out. That was the last thing I wanted him to do, so as I wrapped my legs around him to pull him deeper inside me, I assured him that I was on the pill, that it was ok, and that I wanted him to. I watched him close his eyes again as he started to pump into me a little harder, and then after a few more strokes he seemed to loose the rhythm, but again I didn’t mind because the way he was pushing so deep into me really did feel good and pushed my own orgasm to the breaking point. And then he just pushed in one last time holding himself deep inside me as his whole body went stiff and I felt him explode inside me.
I totally lost it then, my orgasm hit me so hard, and I swear I nearly passed out. When I came to my senses we had both collapsed and were doing our best to catch our breath. He was still laying on top of me, and I sort of felt a little sad when I felt his penis slip out of me, but at the same time, feeling his warm body on top of me, (even though it was a little hard to breath,) felt good.
When he caught his breath, he started to kiss me again, and then he hugged me tight, pulling me with him as he rolled both of us onto our sides. It was really romantic, the soft light coming from the fire, the heat coming from the stove and his body, his kisses so passionate and with so much feeling. I think we were both so spent by that time we just sort of passed out cuddling in each others arms.
I woke up a few hours later, and I was alone. The fire had died down and I could see the sun just coming up outside. I figured he might have gone to the bathroom or maybe was making us breakfast or something, so I laid there for a bit trying to listen for him. But the house was quiet so I got up wrapping the blanket that we had been laying on around me and went looking for him. I searched the whole house and didn’t find him so I went outside to see if he left, but his truck was still there. Then I saw Max run out of one other buildings that were on his property and went to look to see if he was in there. When I found him he was working, feeding some cows. He seemed a little surprised to see me out there, but he stopped what he was doing right away, pulled off his gloves, walked over to me pushing his hands under the blanket I was wearing, and gave me a big hug. Still holding onto the blanket, I wrapped my arms around him and just melted feeling his hands on my naked skin and his strong arms hugging me tightly. He told me he hadn’t expected me to wake up for a while; I told him that when I did wake up and he wasn’t there that I missed him. He then said that he still had a little bit more to do outside, but that when he was done he would take me out for breakfast and then bring me home. We kissed a little bit then he told me to get back in the house before I freeze my toes off, and that if I wanted to I could take a shower.
I did what he said; I went back into the house with Max leading the way. The house was still warmer then I was used to so I dropped the blanket back on the sofa, and started to pick up the various pieces to my costume to get dressed, but decided a shower would feel good, so I dropped my cloths and went looking for the bathroom. I spent a few minutes sneaking about naked, sort of exploring his house looking into the different rooms until I found the master bedroom upstairs. I spent a little time looking at some of the photos he had in there and even looked through a couple of dresser drawers, and night stand next to his bed. I didn’t find anything really worth noting, but I did notice that some of the drawers had some women’s clothing in them. I just assumed they had been left behind by his ex-wife and that he hadn’t taken the time to do anything with them yet. But then in the back of my head I guess I sort of got to wondering why her stuff might still be there, wondering if he still had feelings for her, and just couldn’t bring himself to go through the stuff yet. But then after a bit of snooping, I noticed Max just sort of staring at me and I guess I started to feel guilty. So I closed the drawer and went into the bathroom and started the shower.
I turned the water on real hot and I was going to close the door to keep the steam in, but Max was still there just sort of watching me and well I didn’t really want to lock him into the bathroom with me so I left the door open and got into the shower. The water felt oh so good as it washed over my body and I lost track of the time. Before I knew it I heard him come into the bathroom, and he told me that he brought a fresh towel for me to use. Before he could leave the room I asked him if he wanted to take a shower, and then offered to wash his back if he did. He didn’t really do anything or say anything for a moment, and then just walked away. For a minute I thought I might have done something wrong, like maybe I offered to do something that his ex-wife might have done for him, but a moment later he was stepping back into the bathroom and getting in the shower with me.
And a few moments later, after doing my best to massage and wash his whole body, I had gotten so turned on that (even knowing I was going to get my hair wet) I got onto my knees in front of him, softly started to kiss his penis and then just sucked it in. He closed his eyes as I began sucking, and then held himself steady with one hand as the other went to my head. When his hand went to my head I sort of expected him to push to make me take more of him in, but he didn’t, instead he just worked his fingers into my hair and let me do what I wanted. He let me know when I did something he liked by moaning, or just telling that it felt good. At first when I started, I was sort of hoping that I get him super hard and super turned on so he would want to have sex with me again. But as I kept licking and sucking, and feeling how he was responding to it I got to the point that I didn’t care about having sex again, I just wanted to make him feel good, and give him the best blow job I could. I was really enjoying every minute, then his legs sort of started to shack and it felt like his shaft got a little thicker while I was sucking it, which made me think he was close to cumming. I think he was about to say something, but I just kept up, I didn’t stop for one second; instead I started to softy massage his balls and did my best to suck him in even deeper (fighting the erg to gag). A moment later he let go, filling my mouth with cum, more cum then I had expected. I did my best to swallow it but he came so much that I felt like gagging, my eyes got watery, and when I finely gave up trying to hold him inside my mouth, some of it escaped my lips and dribbled down my chin.
As soon as he had recovered from his orgasmic state he was picking me up, asking me if I was ok, and apologizing. I sort of started laughing, telling him that I was ok, but that I hadn’t expected his orgasm to be as strong as it was, as I swallowed the last of what was in my mouth and wiping it off my chin.
After he made me say I was fine a second time he hugged me tight, pressing our wet bodies together, and even though the water from the shower had been hot, I could still feel heat between us and it felt good. I just hugged him back and let my head nuzzle against his shoulder. We stood like that for several minutes just letting the water wash over us, holding each other. One of his hands started to move down my back to my butt and then back up my side where he started to squeeze my breast, which when he did I just pressed myself harder to him letting him know I liked what he was doing. His hand started to slip back down my body between us and I was sure he was making his way to my pussy, but then Max (who had been sitting in the door way this whole time) erupted into a fit of barking and ran out and down stair. We both jumped from Max’s explosion, but then started to laugh, the moment was gone (it didn’t matter tough, I was happy). We both stepped out of the shower, Marty wrapped a fresh towel around me then as he said he should probably go check out what got Max all excited he wrapped one around his own waste and walked out of the room.
In the back of my head I was thinking sarcastically “Oh wouldn’t it be great if now was the time one of his kids or his ex-wife decided to show up”. I followed Marty into his room while he hurried to dry off and get dressed and then when he headed back down stairs I staid there and did my best to listen to see if someone else was there. When Marty got to the door and Max stopped barking, I heard another mans voice talking to Marty. It turns out it was just one of his neighbors returning some farm equipment that Marty called a spreader.
I don’t know why, but when Marty when down stairs and I heard the other voice I got scared. It’s hard to explain but I guess I was worried about being caught, or what who ever it was would think if they knew I spent the night with Marty. So I just sort of hid in his bedroom, doing my best to be as quiet as I could, not daring to step out into the hallway or go downstairs to where I had left my clothes.
Marty came back upstairs with a big smile and my clothes in his arms, I think he sensed that I had gotten nervous about the person at the door, but did his best to calm me and explain who he was.
I finished drying off in his room, but since this was the only towel I had, I had to use it to dry my hair and well, when I started to dry my hair, I started to feel real naked (like in an uncomfortable way) with Marty now fully dressed and just watching me. I know it was stupid, I mean I had sex with him and had just taken a shower with him, and I usually liked being naked when ever I could get away with it, but for some reason I was really feeling exposed right then. I finished drying myself and my hair as best I could with out looking up at Marty. When I laid the towel down at the end of the bed and started to pick up my clothes, Marty came up behind me and pulled me into another hug. His arms wrapped around me, one going across my waist, and the other up across my chest to where his hand cupped one of my breasts, and he whispered into my ear telling me that I was beautiful, as he squeezed me tighter. What ever it was that I had been feeling just melted away, I responded with out saying anything, and just leaned back into him letting him hold me.
He held me like that for a few minutes which I totally enjoyed. When he finely let go of me I half way expected (wanted) him to bend me over the bed and take me from behind, but he didn’t. Instead he pulled my hair to the side and kissed my neck softly. As he pulled away from me, he made the observation that all I had to wear was the costume I had made, and stated that since we were going out for breakfast that if I wanted too, I could go into his daughters room and see if any of her old stuff would fit me. I was pretty sure I knew which room was his daughters, but I didn’t want to let on that I had been snooping, so I asked him which one was her room.
I slipped my g-string back on and thought about wrapping the towel around me again when I left his room, but he was still there and well, even though I was still feeling a little naked (not feeling nearly as bad I had before he hugged me), I made a conscious thought and decided I liked being naked for Marty to see.
When I went into his daughter’s room, Marty went back downstairs with Max following him, leaving me there alone to dig through her clothes. His daughter had some really nice things, but I picked out a pair of jeans that were a little old and beat up. They were a little tight on me, but other then that they fit ok. I didn’t take anything else of hers, figuring I could just wear the red satin blouse that I had from my costume. I didn’t have a bra with me, because the corset that I had used for my costume did a pretty good job at supporting me even though it was cup-less, but I had gone with out a bra before and I figured if I just kept my coat on no one would really notice.
When I finely finished getting dressed and went back downstairs, Marty was coming back in from outside, and asked me if I was ready to go. In my head I was thinking no, sort of wishing he would ask me to go back upstairs with him to make love again, or maybe out to the barn to do it in the hayloft. But even though that was what I was thinking, instead I asked if he had a bag that I could put the rest of my costume in, and that yea I was ready.
When we left, I was sitting next to him in his truck again, but this time after we started to get going he kept his hands on the wheel, not putting it on my thigh. I figured it was because I was wearing pants now instead of the skirt I had on yesterday, so I didn’t take it seriously, but that didn’t change the fact that I had wished he would have put his hand between my legs.
As we drove he asked me where I wanted to go, it had been such a long time since I had been out to eat at a real restaurant I really didn’t know where I wanted to go. He started to name off a few places, but instead of trying to decide or picking a place that might be to expensive, I told him to pick a place. We wound up going to Perkins, where he asked for a booth. I wanted to sit next to him, but I decided not to since there were other people around. He told me I could order anything I wanted, and in truth I was really hungry, but I didn’t want to look like a pig in front of him, so I just ordered a small breakfast platter, and even then I just sort of nibbled on it after it came.
I decided right then that it was a good time to start my diet. I know I’m a little overweight, but with that said, not once did Marty make me feel self-conscious about it. Instead I decided completely on my own that I wanted to be skinny for him (I don’t know if he would care either way, but it was something “I wanted to do”).
We had a nice breakfast and talked some more, not really about anything personal or serious, just the normal sort of stuff you might talk to with anyone.
After that he brought me home. We staid parked for a while in the driveway. Both of the cars April and Jake had were gone and I thought about inviting him in, but figured he might have some other things he needed to get done and I didn’t want to take up to much more of his time. Instead we wound up making out for a few minutes in his truck. After leaving his house, him not putting his hand on my leg, and our talking in the restaurant not being nearly as personal as it had been the day before, I was sort of starting to feel a disconnect which I didn’t like (worried that this might be all we ever did “one night stand”), but when he pushed his hand inside my coat and up under my blouse to play with my nipples, I was happy again.
I did start to ask him if he wanted to come in, but before I could finish, he started to tell me how good I felt to him, about how much he liked my company, and how he wanted to spend more time with me. I wrapped my arms around him, pressed my breast into his hand that he still had under my blouse, and told him that I would really like to spend some more time with him. I made sure he had my phone number, then he kissed me one more time, and then after I got out of his truck he made me show him that I could get into the house before he would leave.
I stood there with the front door open as I watched him drive away and staid there until I couldn’t see his truck anymore. When I couldn’t see his truck anymore I finely closed the door. I had just spent the whole night with him, and even though I didn’t even know he was alive before yesterday, I was really missing him.
After he was gone, the first thing I did was turn on the computer to write out what all happened and to try and figure out what it is I’m feeling. But even now after having writing it out, I’m still sitting here feeling so… So on fire.. so confused.. so wanting more.. so happy.. so missing him.. so.. so in love?
I just want to scream, I feel like exploding!