Peach Cobbler

Another great dinner.

And with the same great guy!

But never the same conversation...

Somehow, there’s always something new to say… even after 6 months of dating.

No mono-syllabication ever steamrolls their conversations.

He may look annoyed with her endless speech propensity, but secretly he hopes she never changes.

Laughter is always had, never is it in short supply. She still finds herself chuckling occasionally at his goofy giggle...

His eyes also never leave her. Even when a hot blonde with an ass that won’t quit passes them by- his eyes never leave her. Nor will they ever...

I guess you could say it’s first-date-feels each time they go out.

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Like tonight.

There’s nothing particularly special or out of the ordinary about tonight… but while taking a walk in the crisp evening air along the glistening riverfront, holding her tight against his side in a not-so-safe part of town- her delicate hip hitting him in all the right grooves with every step- well he simply can’t help himself.

But she could feel it coming. She knew what was in his mind because she was feeling it, too. It was rising up- all of it; the history, the passion, the sexual tension… it was so intensifying that she could wait for him no longer.

She lunges at him. And because he was seconds away from executing the first move, he caught her with no effort. As her lips engulf his, he searches for a sturdy surface in which he can execute step two of his mission. Acting on pure adrenaline now, he locates the perfect place.

With her fully in his arms, he throws her up against the metal siding of a construction project that's long from being completed. She lets out an aggressive moan as her legs remain tight around his waist. Already, she’s loving this foreplay…

The cold metal against her bare skin sends shivers up her spine. She’s then met with the sultry sensation of his lips on the nape of her neck. She moans softly at the drastic increase of her homeostasis. Boy is he working all her right spots…

Her hips gyrate against his groin as she continues to erupt in tickling pleasure from the work being done on her most sensitive body part.

They both suddenly freeze as voices in the distance remind them that they’re not in a bedroom.

Neither of them care, however. They look at one another and laugh as they resume their pleasure-evoking escapade that some might consider “law breaking.”

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Now on to step two. But not his step two…

He never asks for what comes next, but she loves doing it and who is he to deny her the pleasure? He derives much pleasure from it as well, he just never wants her to feel pressured.

She’s down at his navel now, simultaneously unbuckling and unzipping because she desperately wants what lies beneath all that denim.

Finally, after much effort, she frees his fully engorged member.

Before going any further, you’d think she’d survey the area for fear of ending up on Youtube or worse- in handcuffs- but that’s not at all what she does.

Throwing caution to the wind, she passionately goes for it.

Gripping his hips, she is able to anchor her position. Normally, she’s not one for deep throating, but certain situations demand it. She gags as his member repeatedly clogs her esophagus. Enjoying every minute of it, she continues the action as the nails on her other hand stroke one of his upper thighs.

She is more or less hidden by her partner as his body is slanted against the metal siding. With one hand on the wall holding up his weight, his other hand rests on her head. It’s not long, however, before he’s pressing down with his hand, directing her head to the rhythm in which his body wants her to go. She doesn’t mind the help in the least.

Soon, he brings her head level with his. He looks her in the eye and through labored gasps, utters the words, “I love you.”

Her eyes reciprocate the sentiment.

They continue their loving gaze as his lips softly touch hers and his hands gently make their way from her upper thigh to her exposed bosom.

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Now on to his step two.

No warning, he thrusts himself inside her. God, does he love it when she goes commando…

As her back is against the wall, the rest of her is straggling him. Her legs hang loosely around his toned waist as he’s repeatedly moving in and out, holding her up almost effortlessly.

He watches as her loving gaze is transformed into pure pleasure and ecstasy.

Her eyebrows contort with each and every thrust and her burgundy matted mouth is opened slightly so as to let out every satisfying groan.

His eyes never leave her expression as watching her facial fluctuations are equally as satisfying as the endorphins that are released from his rhythmic jabs.

While she’s been enjoying every tantalizing tidbit, she’s far from finishing. Or allowing him to finish for that matter.

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She’s moving on to her step three.

She grabs the sides of his head, looks him dead in the eye and while motioning with her head, says, “I want you down there.”

She doesn’t have to tell him twice.

Eagerly, he's between her thighs. His fingers make entry before any other body part as that’s the way she likes it…

She’s already so wet it’s like a slip ‘n slide down there, but that only makes it more of a challenge. He likes that.

First one, then two. Because she’s so wet, he can actually make it three. This evokes a labored gasp and a very aggressive tug of his hair on her part. He accelerates the speed of his fingers and manages the depth sporadically which causes her to lose even more control, which he loves.

All she can do is scrape his upper back with the nails on her left hand and run the nails on her right hand through his luscious locks of brown hair as she lives in her erotica.

With her head back against the wall, she opens her eyes and tilts her head forward. She notices two things:

One: She is totally and utterly %100 exposed. She still doesn’t care, but it is just an observation.

Two: She’s almost blinded by the scarlet neon sign, rotating atop a thick black pole planted directly across the street: Anytime Diner.

She read the word, Anytime, and assumed it to be one of those typical 24/7 diners; you know, where you have the nicest person in the world as the patron behind the counter and the most scrumptious peach cobbler in a glass container on top of the counter. She wondered if her preconceptions were correct…

At least it looks like you would expect it to: Faded vermillion and white around a huge oblong shaped glass window coupled with fluorescent lighting inside- exposing every last decoration, person and their secrets.

“Oh, God!”

She throws her head back and closes her eyes once more as he is now fully eating her from the inside out. It feels so good that she begins scratching at the metal siding of which she is presently aligned because she just doesn’t know what else to do.

He grabs her hands and keeps them still for she is beginning to make a little too much noise…

He does this while still plunging his tongue in and out of her. She tastes just like candy and right now, he’s on a sugar high with no plans of coming down…

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Now that he’s indulged her step three, it’s time for him to indulge in his.

He gives her one last stab with his fingers before he stands up and swiftly flips her around to where her belly is against the cool wall. With her palms to the wall, he places his hands on hers and enters her from behind. Soon, their hands interlock as he gropes her with haste…

His breathing is staggered and heavy as his head is practically in her right ear. She loves being so close to him. She can practically taste his Polo for Men cologne…

His grooves become even more rapid as her gasps get shorter and shorter. It doesn’t take a mindreader to know that they’re on the same page…

As their journey to climax gets closer and closer, so does the distant laughter that can’t be anymore than a block and a half away...

This new development invites very possible risk into their already risque endeavor… and they love it. In fact, they crave it!

His moans get louder as his thrusting is accelerated even more than before. He’s almost there and so is she. This is obvious by the faint “yes” that can be heard with every jolt he gives her.

The laughter is closer, too- can’t be more than a block away now.

Her feet is slightly coming off the ground with every speedy thrust; her nails are beginning to scrape the side once more; she begins to scream as they are both now climaxing together; he quickly covers her mouth with his left hand so as to muffle her scream- they can’t make themselves too easy to find, now can they?

He finally comes inside her and lets out one last moan with a choice word attached…

He releases his hand from over her mouth. She turns to face him while attempting to catch her breath. He pulls up his jeans as she rearranges her dress to its former glory.

Seconds later, the distant laughter passes them by in the form of drunken executives with their loosened ties and shiny cufflinks.

Seeing this, they look at each other and chuckle in hopes that they’ve successfully wiped off any and all inconspicuousness that not seconds ago plagued their very existence.

As they get ready to resume their moonlit stroll, he leans into her and whispers in her ear, “same time tomorrow night?”

She laughs oh so innocently- one thing he shamelessly loves about her- and shoves him away as they hold hands and walk away.

‘Every day is an adventure with him,’ she says to herself- marveling at his chiseled jaw as they walk in the direction of the car. ‘I’m so thankful that he’s mine forever and no one else’s.’

She glances behind her to see the bright lights of that vacant diner once more. Maybe next time they’ll actually stop in for a piece of that peach cobbler...