Last summer’s seasonal job led her from the Midwest to New York. The summer fling got a little too serious. This summer, the best seasonal offering was a job in a small National Monument park in a very remote part of Utah. Definitely one way to test the old long-distance love affair boundaries.
Having lived through multiple fun relationships that got pretty serious, this one felt different. He was pushing thirty and making good money in a Wall Street job. She was five years younger and felt more like the proverbial soulmate than anyone he had ever met.
The previous summer, they had progressed quickly, resulting in him taking her cherry, something she practically forced on him. But the allure of a no-strings-attached summer fling was way too much fun and, even when she moved away, left him wanting more. He visited her a few times in the Midwest over the winter, but then she got her new job in Utah. Not exactly making it easier.
Once she got settled in, he made it clear he wanted a visit. The tiny town offered no hotels, so it was going to be necessary for him to stay with her in the park housing. She made accommodations, and her boss approved the visit. The tickets were purchased, and the weeks dragged on like molasses in winter until the day finally arrived.
Six hours in flights and a three-hour car drive at ninety miles an hour, and he pulled into the parking area outside her apartment at 1:00 am. It was two hours later than planned, so she had already gone to bed. Fortunately, in this park, there were ten employees, which meant there were more people working in the park than lived in the closest town. There was no need to lock the doors.
He rolled in the door quietly. There was just enough ambient light from outside that he didn’t need to turn anything on. He put his bag down and looked around. It was a small studio efficiency, and the double-size bed sat just inside the door behind a partition. She had been asleep, but stirred when he came in.
In the dim lighting, she looked like an angel. Her pearly white skin was slightly aglow from the outside reflections. She lay on her left side, her arm tucked under her head, her face angled slightly toward the entrance as if she had dozed off while eagerly awaiting her visitor. A gentle smile formed on her face, and her breathing was quiet and relaxed.
He squeezed himself onto the bed behind her, his sweatpants still in place. She scooched over, the tiny bed limiting the room available. He slowly lifted the blanket she curled with and slid behind her. They loved to cuddle and spoon, so that was what he went for.
His left hand pushed under her pillow, his right, slid slowly under the blanket onto her hip. Noting he only felt a shirt, he slid his hand further, to her belly, then upward, cupping one of her breasts gently. He loved the feel of her fibrous breasts, firm yet soft. He reveled in the warmth, greeted with a soft moan of approval.
He nuzzled up to her neck, breathing in her soft scent he remembered so acutely. Intoxicated with the feel of his love, his penis began to grow. Though entrapped within the confines of his pants, it pushed forward, finding the gap which defined her ass. His body mechanically began to rock gently, sliding up and down, pressing against her crack.
His lips couldn’t hold back, and he kissed gently on her neck, his nose slightly tickled by her hairline. His hand massaged the perfect 34C breast, pausing to gently roll the nipple between his fingers. Months of waiting began to push him. His right hand retracted, grabbing the waistband of his sweats and sliding them below the bulge. His cock, now free, slid into place, lightly pressing between the outer lips and her thighs.
He moved his fingers to his mouth, wet them as best he could, transporting saliva to the tip of his impatient member. He pushed gently at the door. Nothing. His hand repeated the action, bringing more this time. He pressed his hips harder. It gave in. He was in. Her eyes remained closed, but her smile grew wide.
The ecstasy of being inside took his breath, and he began to pant. He pushed further, and the head was fully inside. A little more, and his balls reached her thighs, fully engaged. He felt movement. His penis was maxed out and harder than it had ever felt.
Her breathing changed. A deep sigh led to a flex inside her pussy. It squeezed his cock, and she slid forward an inch, then back again. His hand had returned to her breast, but he felt her hand take his to her mouth. She kissed his finger lightly. Then pushed into him with her ass. She never opened her eyes, but her ass began its rhythm. He lay still, pushing firmly, as she drove the pace. It was slow and steady. She sucked his finger, the action causing her pussy to flex again. His penis throbbed. She flexed again, then pushed hard against him, driving him as deep as possible.
The wait had been too long. He wasn’t going to last. She began flexing and relaxing the muscles of her pussy stronger and harder. This was something she had never done before. His cock pulsed harder, then, without warning, he lost it. With one hard push, he emptied his creamy load into her. Her pussy pulsed, squeezing the last drop, then relaxed.
Throughout the greeting, she never opened her eyes. They drifted off to sleep, his sticky, gooey cock still half erect and holding onto the sensation of being inside his love. The morning sun would bring a more “proper” greeting, but the delicate dance in the dark would stand the test of time.