It was a great time, getting reacquainted. We spent every spare moment together, but with family around all the time we had no privacy at all. I could tell that Dean longed to get his hands on me, and at the level of my feelings, I was kind of glad that we were somewhat restricted in our time alone.
We didn’t see each other again for nearly six weeks. One evening I got a call from Dean. His roommate from college was being married in northern Kansas. It was about half way between where we were living. He was planning to drive down if I could catch a ride up with some of the other kids from school. I took Friday night off from work, and caught a ride with friends. We arrived late Friday evening. Dean was already at the home of mutual friends who lived close to the church. Our friends made room for me on their couch, and Dean was to be put up at another friend’s home. They assumed we would probably come in late, so made arrangements for us to get in without them having to come to the door. We drove to a country road, and started necking. Our passion was at a fever pitch, and little time was wasted getting into a serious clinch. We cuddled for a couple of hours, but didn’t do much but kiss and cuddle. We were both tired from the trip, and didn’t want to come in too late.
The wedding was early the next evening, and was all over by half past eight. Dean & I left as soon as it was politely possible. We quickly drove to a deserted stretch of road. It was obvious that it was used only by farmers during the day, and rarely if ever saw traffic at night. Dean stopped the car and took me in his arms. The side of the road had been mowed just a week or so before, and appeared to be fairly smooth. Dean got a blanket out of the trunk and spread it on the ground. We sat down and instantly fell into a passionate clinch. I had on a nice dress, and was worried about getting it wrinkled. Dean was wearing a suit and tie, and when I expressed my concern about getting our clothes wrinkled, he said the easiest way to keep that from happening was to take them off!
I was stunned, but a second later he had removed his tie, and in another instant his suit pants were laying on the front seat of the car. I was wearing a nice skirt and blouse with a full slip, so decided that taking my blouse and skirt off while leaving my slip on wasn’t too risky. In a few moments they were laying on his slacks. At first we cuddled and kissed, but our level of passion combined with the forced separation seemed to move us along.
We were laying side by side in a tight clinch when Dean rolled on top of me and got between my legs. By now my slip was up around my waist, but I still had my support girdle on so felt fairly well protected. He settled down on me and began rubbing his penis against my pubic bone. The feeling was fantastic, and apparently he felt the same. After a while he pulled back a bit and I could feel him positioning the tip against my bottom. I was amused because he kept putting it at the top of my opening, and every time I moved it down to the proper location he moved it back up.
“Why do you keep moving it up there?” I asked.
“I just wanted to practice where it should go,” he responded breathlessly.
“Well, that’s where I’ve been putting it,” I whispered.
“Way down there?” he asked incredulously.
“Why do you think it goes up here?” I responded.
“Well, I’ve seen my nieces running around without their clothes on, and that’s where it looks like your thing is,” he commented lamely.
“Well, where I am putting it is exactly where it should go,” I replied as I laughed silently.
After convincing him that it was where it belonged, he positioned himself against me and began thrusting against me. The tight girdle prevented much sensation, but feeling his weight on me and the thrusting over me was quite pleasant. We played around for a couple of hours before deciding that we better get back before we caused too much speculation as to where we were.
The next day was Sunday, and we were somewhat obligated to go to church with our hosts. We joined our friends at church then had lunch with them. I longed to be alone with Dean for a while again, but circumstance prevented that opportunity. We were able to have about five minutes of privacy out of sight of our friends to say goodbye, then again were faced with separation.
About three weeks before school started in the fall, Dean had finished his work at the farm supply store and called a local company where he had worked the prior year. They were glad to have him, and offered him a second shift job which fit right in with my second shift job. He got off work about an hour before I did which made it possible for us to meet before I went home. I was still living with my parents about twenty miles from where Dean was staying at the school dorm and car-pooled with a friend of the family. Dean would meet me at the car pool and take me home. We usually stopped on a country road to neck and talk in the early morning hours.
While Dean was working out of town, he had purchased a couple of books about married love. He read one of them and gave me the other one to read. After a couple of weeks, we traded books. I was fascinated by the books, but not nearly as much as Dean. He really got into the books. I could see him experimenting with different techniques of foreplay as we kissed and cuddled
One hot sultry Sunday afternoon, we decided to take a blanket outside and work on wedding plans. We went into the apple orchard, which was thick with grass and trees. Dean found a clear grassy area and spread the blanket. For about an hour, we talked about the wedding making specific plans. After a while, we began kissing and cuddling. Before long, our passion was at a fever pitch. Dean was pressing his hips against me with an intense pressure. He said he wished the wedding were next week so we could love each other all the way. I kissed him and murmured my agreement.
We talked about the books and some of the things we had read. He asked if I had seen the pictures of an erect penis. I nodded, and asked him if he had looked at the pictures of the girls in the books. He too agreed, saying that he had read every page of both books. He was squirming around, and I could see that he was trying to adjust his penis. When I asked him what he was doing, he said that when it was hard for a long time he needed to move it around to keep it from hurting. I said that it looked awfully big. With that, he pulled his belt open just a little so I could see the tip of his thing. I was astounded! It reached almost up to his navel, and looked absolutely huge. The tip was purple with little bumps and I could see the little slit in the end. I couldn’t imagine how it could ever fit into me. I wasn’t able to use a tampon without pain, so how it could fit inside me was a mystery. I could see the hungry look in his eyes so asked the question he had been waiting to hear.
Would you like to see my breast?
Dean looked startled, but instantly agreed. I opened a couple of the top buttons of my blouse, and lifted my left breast over the top of my bra. He stared at it for a few seconds in silence.
It’s so pretty, he whispered almost reverently.
He touched and played with it for several seconds, then began sucking on my nipple. The feeling was heavenly. Moments later, he took my hand and tugged it to his penis. He had opened his belt and slid his shorts down a little way. He put my hand on him and asked me to rub him. I stroked him up and down, feeling him writhe in pleasure. Suddenly I felt him stiffen, and then his penis began to pulse and twitch. I felt hot liquid squirting on my hand as he held his breath and pressed his bottom into me. Seconds later, he fell back and struggled to get his handkerchief out. Quickly he cleaned up the sticky white stuff off my hand and the blanket.
That felt so good, he whispered, “Did you like doing it?”
I nodded, and asked if he liked sucking on my breast. He assured me that he thought it was great. I was a little surprised at how quickly his passion subsided once he came. It was almost as if he felt guilty about what we did. He asked if I was mad at him, and seemed greatly relieved when I assured him that it was OK.
A few days later, Dean met me when I got off work. I hopped into his car and we headed in the general direction of home. Predictably, he pulled over on a deserted stretch of road and parked. We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes then he sat back as if pondering some significant problem.
Let me show you what I got, he suggested.
He pulled a little foil package out of his pocket and handed it to me. I didn’t know what it was. I could feel a ring slipping around inside the package, but couldn’t read the writing in the darkness.
“What is it?” I asked in confusion.
“It’s a rubber,” he responded. “I had to stop for gas and when I went to the restroom they had a rubber machine, so I bought one for us to look at.” He tore the package open and handed the rubber to me. Its slick soft feeling fascinated me.
Would you like to see how it to put it on?
I didn’t respond immediately, not knowing what to say. I was curious, but was afraid that if he put the rubber on, he would want to do it, and I wasn’t ready for that. While I was trying to decide what to say, he unbuckled his belt, and slid the zipper down. I thought he would just pull his penis out and put the rubber on, but before I could protest, he raised his hips and slid his jeans and shorts down to his knees. There he sat in the moonlight with it sticking straight up in the air. I sat there with my mouth open, scared to death that he was going to try to do it right then and there. He took the rubber, rolled it on, then took my hand and put it on his penis.
I encircled him without the interference of clothes and close quarters. Again, I was amazed at how hard the main shaft was while the tip was so velvety soft. I ran my hand up and down, squeezing, stroking and exploring. Dean rocked his hips back totally exposing his gorgeous penis and fascinating bag holding his balls. I continued stroking and feeling his manhood while trying to decide how I would get out of doing it tonight. Suddenly it hit me. His passion had significantly declined after he came last Sunday, perhaps the best way was to make him come.
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