I checked myself in the rear view mirror while working up the courage to knock on her door. With a deep breath, I got out of the car and walked to the door. It seemed a much longer distance than it actually was. My mind was swimming with all of the emotions I had experienced during the sleepless night before. The closer I got to the porch the more I slowed my pace. I was getting nervous and starting to sweat. I opened my jacket to let some cooling air movement around my torso. I composed myself, preparing to knock, when the door swung open and Riley jumped into my arms. She kissed me hard and pressed her body against me. Her firm breasts crushed against my chest and her tongue slipped into my mouth.
“Hi Willy,” she grinned, stepping back to look me over, “What, no tie?” she giggled.
I produced the discarded tie from my pocket with a sheepish smile.
She laughed and took my hand, “You’re early, come in while I finish getting ready.”
Once inside, she looked me over again.
“Where we going, church?” she joked.
My face grew warm and I looked down at my feet attempting to hide my embarrassment.
Riley squeezed my shoulder, “I’m just teasing. You look really nice.”
I lifted my eyes to meet hers, every time I looked into those sparkling green pools an electrical charge ran down my spine straight to my groin.
“I thought we’d go to The Overlook,” I announced with an air of confidence.
Riley’s eyes widened.
“The Overlook, I’ve heard of that place. It’s supposed to be real nice. Have seat while I get changed,” she said, and disappeared down the hall.
I watched her walk away, wondering why she needed to change, I thought she looked great. While I waited, I glanced around the room, there were posters of old bands on the walls. A large leather sofa near the front window, a recliner to one side and a wood rocking chair on the other. Several gargoyle statues were scattered around the room, including a very large one with smoke drifting out it’s nose, on the floor in the corner.
The smell of incense was strong. There were candles all around the room, on the side tables and coffee table, a few in small holders on the wall, a few held by gargoyles, they were everywhere! A large plant hung in one corner of the room with long green tendrils hanging down to the floor.
The sofa looked comfortable so I took a seat. The cushions were large and soft and seemed to wrap around me as I sunk into them. It was strange, I had only been in the house a few minutes, yet felt completely at home. I had never been heavy into music, especially such old bands, and I can’t say I’d ever even thought much about gargoyles, but as I looked at the angry face of the big one with the smoke slowly drifting from its nostrils, something about it appealed to me. I decided I would call him Fred.
“Nice place you got here Fred,” I said quietly to my new stone friend.
He didn’t answer.
I inhaled the exotic aroma of the incense, it was like Riley, spicy, feminine, and energizing. I liked it too.
The sound of high heels clicking on the hardwood floor announced Riley’s return. She had traded her jeans and blouse for a brilliant red sleeveless dress.
“How do I look?” she twirled.
The dress was backless and the front was just two strips of red barely wide enough to cover her firm breasts. The straps joined in a V of at the center of her flat stomach. The dress clung to her narrow hips and the firm round orbs of her ass and left her shapely legs exposed from the middle of her thigh on the right and just below her knee on the left. Red and white stiletto heels completed her look.
I stared in awe. “Wow!” was all I could say.
Riley smiled. “Such a smooth talker.”
“You’re so beautiful. I don’t know what else to say,” I replied, looking her up and down unable to believe she was going out with me.
“That’s enough,” she smiled cupping my cheek lightly with her hand, “shall we go?”
Her touch sent warm shivers through me.
“Oh yeah, we should probably get going,” I said opening the door for her.
During the thirty minute drive, through mostly wooded scenery, up to the restaurant we made the usual first date small talk, getting to know each other a little.
Riley was four years older than me and had grown up in Oregon. She had two younger sisters and an older brother. She left Oregon with her best friend when she was eighteen and had been back to visit family only once since then. She had traveled around the country with her friend, not staying anywhere for very long, and working whatever jobs they could find, until her friend fell in love and got married while they were in California. So Riley continued traveling on her own until she landed here in our little town a few months ago. I listened intently as Riley told her story, I was fascinated by the thought of living a life so free and full of adventure.
“So how about you Willy? What’s your story?” she asked when she had finished.
I considered where to start and suddenly felt quite embarrassed, I hadn’t done anything, to that point in my life, to compare.
“Well, I don’t really have one I guess.” I answered.
Riley smiled. “Everybody has a story,” she insisted.
I shook my head. “Not like yours.”
“That’s the best part. Everybody’s story is different. How boring would the world be if everybody’s story was the same?” she reached over to squeeze my hand, “so, let’s hear it.”
“Well, I was born here, grew up here, went to school here, and got a job working construction here. That’s pretty much it. Except I went to California once with my parents. And I met you, that’s the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me,” I said squeezing her hand.
Riley smiled. “Well, then I guess we’ll just have to spice things up a little for ya” she said sounding mischievous.
I stopped the truck beneath the portico of the restaurant and the valet opened Riley’s door.
“Welcome to The Overlook ma’am.” he said, taking her hand as she stepped out of the truck. With Riley safely on the walk, he came around to welcome me and take the truck.
Large stone pillars supported the timber frame roof above the portico that sheltered the guests during inclement weather. A huge wrought iron chandelier hung overhead giving off a warm glow. Three granite steps led up from the driveway to the entrance where two huge wood doors were framed by stone walls.
As we approached, a doorman swung the huge doors open and welcomed us. We entered the restaurant and the Maitre’d stepped out from behind his desk.
“Mr. Charles, welcome to The Overlook,” he bowed slightly, “the balcony is open for al fresco dining if you wish.”
I was stuck trying to figure out how he knew who I was and I had no idea what al fresco meant, but not wanting to look stupid in front of Riley, I nodded.
“Yes, that sounds good,” I replied, hoping I hadn’t just made a huge mistake.
“Very good sir, Ma’am. Right this way,” he turned and led us through the dimly lit restaurant and out onto a large balcony with an amazing view of the lake below.
We followed him to a secluded table near the railing. He pulled Riley’s chair out and slid it under her as she sat. Every movement he made seemed to have a little extra flourish to it. He opened the menus and handed one to each of us. Leaning down, he used the menu to shield his face, he whispered in my ear.
“First date?”
I nodded, he nodded back and stood up straight.
“Klaus will be right with you. Enjoy your meal and if there is anything you require, don’t hesitate to ask,” he said, bowing slightly before turning to walk away.
“Look at that view! It’s gorgeous,” Riley said, staring out at the moon reflecting off the surface of the lake.
“Yes, it is,” I agreed, “Almost as beautiful as you,” I added.
Riley looked back at me. “Willy, you say the sweetest things to me. You make me feel so good about myself,” she said, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. “And, you look really good in your church clothes,” she teased.
“Welcome to The Overlook, my name is Klaus, I will be your waiter tonight,” Klaus appeared beside the table. He spoke with a vaguely eastern European accent that I couldn’t quite identify. “Would you like to begin with a cocktail or perhaps a bottle of wine?” he asked.
“Ah yeah, a bottle of wine, that sounds good,” I answered.
I’d never drank wine before, but it seemed the proper thing to do when dining with a beautiful lady at a fine restaurant.
“Very good sir. Did you have a selection in mind?” Klaus asked holding the wine list out for me to choose.
I stared blankly at the foreign words presented to me I had absolutely no idea what I was looking at. Panic began to rise in my stomach, that’s what you get for trying to act like a big shot, now you’re going to look like a fool in front of her, I thought. I glanced nervously, up and down the list.
Seeing my distress, Klaus inconspicuously tapped his finger on a wine towards the bottom of the list and nodded slightly when I looked up at him.
“This one, I think,” I said. pointing at the wine he had chosen. Because I knew there was no chance of me pronouncing it correctly.
“Excellent choice sir. That would have been my recommendation,” Klaus said with a conspiratorial smile, “I’ll be right back with that.”
Riley sat quietly while Klaus was at the table. I looked at her now, there was no indication that she had noticed my blunder with the wine list and she smiled.
“Hope you like wine,” I said, realizing that I hadn’t consulted her before ordering.
“Oh yes, I love good wine, I just don’t get to have it very often,” her face lit up when she smiled, “Do you drink wine often?” she asked.
“Ah, no not a lot. My mom used to let us have a little on special occasions, but that’s about it. But I liked it,” I answered truthfully.
“I drank a lot of wine when I was in Italy, it was so good, I loved it. I haven’t really had much since I came back.” she said.
“You were in Italy?” I asked intrigued.
Traveling that far to visit a foreign country seemed so exotic to me then. I thought of it as something only celebrities and the very rich did. My world was so small back then.
“My friend and I traveled around Europe for about six months. We were in Italy for a little over two months. Italy was my favorite. I loved everything about it, the food, the wine, the art. Oh the art, it is so beautiful I didn’t want to leave, but Natalie needed to get back to see her grandmother before she passed away. I’ll go back someday,” she sighed wistfully.
Klaus returned with the wine and two glasses. He held the bottle out for my approval before removing the cork and handing it to me.
“This is a wonderful vintage, I love the aroma,” he announced, hinting that I should smell the cork and nodding when I brought it up to my nose. “Shall I pour?” he asked.
I nodded and he poured a little in my glass. I waited, expecting him to fill it up then pour some for Riley, but he didn’t. Instead he gave me an expectant look that shifted between me and the glass. I knew he was trying to tell me to do something, I just didn’t know what. So taking a guess, I lifted the glass and drank the little bit he had poured.
Klaus nodded his approval as I did.
“Mmm that’s good,” I said, putting the glass down.
Klaus smiled and filled both glasses then placed the bottle on the table.
“Have you had a chance to look at the menu, or would you like a minute to decide?” he asked.
“Ah I think we need a minute,” I answered, realizing we hadn’t even looked at the menu yet.
“”Very good. If you’re feeling adventurous, I recommend The Chef’s Choice. I don’t know what it will be, but I can promise it will be the most amazing meal you have ever tasted. It includes hors d’oeuvres, a main course, and dessert,” he lowered his voice, “The chef loves when people trust him to choose their meal for them, and always creates something spectacular when they do,” he advised before walking away.
I looked across at Riley, I could tell by the look on her face she wanted to see what the chef would present to her.
“Sounds interesting, feel like an adventure for dinner?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah, I bet it will be wonderful,” she happily agreed and took a sip of her wine, “Mmm this is a great wine you picked, Will. It’s like you know just what I like,” she reached across to squeeze my hand.
I nearly jumped as her touch sent a tingling sensation through me every time we touched.
“Lucky guess, I’m glad you like it,” I shrugged, “Is it as good as you had in Italy?”
She took another sip and swirled it in her mouth.
“I don’t think you can compare wines like that. There is good wine and bad wine, but I don’t think you can say one good wine is better than another good wine. They’re both good, just different,” she explained after swallowing. “An expert would probably say I’m wrong, but that’s just what I think,” she added.
“Sounds like a very smart woman who knows more than she admits,” Klaus said returning, “I don’t think I’ve heard a more accurate, and simple, opinion on wine, and I’ve heard quite a few experts in my time here,” he smiled at Riley, “Have you decided?”
“We’ll have the Chef’s Choice,” I answered confidently.
“Wonderful. I guarantee you will love it,” Klaus replied.
“Will he pair the meal to the wine?” Riley inquired, before he could walk away.
“Oh absolutely madam. I assure it will be a perfect pairing,” Klaus answered, “I’ll be back shortly, with your hors d’oeuvres.”
Klaus did not mislead us, the food was truly amazing. Never before had I tasted anything so good. First he brought mushrooms stuffed with shrimp and I don’t know what else, but the flavors were unbelievable, I could have eaten a thousand of them. A melon and cucumber salad followed the mushrooms, and it too was spectacular. Before that night, I would never have believed it possible for food to have such flavor and I never would have thought of making a salad with cucumbers and melons. It was a whole new dining experience for me, and I liked it.
Between the salad and main course, Riley excused herself to go to the ladies room. As I watched her walk away, I noticed an older couple sitting a few tables away. I had been so focused on Riley, and the food, I hadn’t noticed them sitting there, but the man definitely noticed Riley as she passed their table. The couple looked to be in their sixties, or seventies maybe, I couldn’t believe a man that age was checking out a woman as young as Riley, and right in front of his wife too. When Riley was out of sight the man glanced over his shoulder at me. Then got up and came over to our table extending his hand as he approached.
I hesitantly reached out to shake his hand unsure what reason he could possibly have for coming over.
“I just wanted to shake your hand young man.
“Well thank you sir,” I answered, surprised by his sudden approach and praise.
“That’s a lovely young lady you’re with. First date?” he asked.
I hesitated to answer finding the whole encounter a bit strange. How did he know this was our first date? Was he trying to imply that it must be a first date because I could never get a second date with a woman like Riley?
“Umm… Yeah it’s our first date. How did you know?”
He smiled, “When you first walked in, you looked like a nervous young man on a first date with a beautiful woman who, had already stolen his heart. I recognized that look, I looked like that the first time I brought my wife here fifty-five years ago,” he said, glancing back at his wife.
I looked too, she smiled and waved.
“Anyway, I saw you walk in with the lady and was glad to see a well dressed young man taking a lovely young woman on a proper date and I wanted to shake your hand and let you know.”
He started to turn and walk back to their table, but stopped.
“Oh, I almost forgot, tell the waiter you’d like to have dessert by the lake. Then, after dinner, take her for a walk down by the lake. Where the trail comes out on the beach there are two big rocks. There is a narrow gap between the rocks, squeeze through there and follow the path,” he said turning to return to his wife.
“Wait! Where does the path go?”
He half turned, “You’ll see. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed,” he grinned and shuffled back to his wife.
The old man stopped Riley as she passed their table. She nodded a few times as he talked then turned and chatted briefly with his wife. He took her hand and kissed it as she turned to walk away. Riley curtsied as he released her hand and returned to the table.
“What was that all about?” I asked when she returned.
“He just wanted to tell me how beautiful I was and, how lucky I was to have found such a wonderful young gentleman who, treated me like a lady,” she answered, “He’s a very smart man I’d say,” she winked and lifted her glass.
I blushed a little at the compliment and wondered what the old man was up to. Just then Klaus arrived with our entrées, Lobster and scallops with pasta and grilled asparagus. Klaus had a long French name for it all, but I could never remember it. Regardless, it was the most delicious thing I had ever had in my mouth.
“Klaus, the man at the other table over there,” I began, pointing in the old man’s direction, “he said to tell you we would like to have dessert by the lake,” I said questioningly.
I hoped the old man wasn’t playing some kind of trick on me.
“Certainly sir, I’ll inform the chef,” Klaus bowed.
Riley gave me a quizzical look. “What was that about?” she asked.
“I’m not sure. He just told me to tell the waiter, then take a walk down by the lake after dinner. He seemed pretty sure we’d enjoy it,” I shrugged.
Riley glanced over her shoulder at the older couple.
“I’m sure we will,” she smiled, and returned her attention to her food.
As the old couple passed our table on their way out, he gave me a sly thumbs up and winked. The wife stopped putting her hand on Riley’s shoulder.
“It was nice to meet you dear. Hope you have a wonderful evening,” she said, then turned to me, “Trust him. He knows what he’s talking about. At least in this instance he does,” she laughed and followed her husband.
“What a nice couple,” Riley said, watching them go.
“Yeah,” I nodded, finding the whole situation strange.
After clearing our dishes, Klaus set the bill on the table.
“Your dessert will waiting up front when you are ready sir,” he explained.
I was a little shocked when I saw the bill. It was quite a bit less than I expected. Just below the total, Klaus had written “First Date Discount” and subtracted thirty percent from the total. I stuffed some bills in the leather book making sure to leave Klaus a generous tip for all of his help.
As we approached the front desk, the Maitre’d retrieved a basket from the cabinet behind him and walked out to hand it to me.
“Mr. Charles, how was everything?” he asked.
“Amazing. I’ve never had food that good,” I answered, taking the rather large basket.
“Ah wonderful, I’ll be sure to let the chef know,” he smiled, “I hope we’ll be seeing you again soon. Enjoy your dessert, you may leave the basket with the valet when you’re done.”
The doorman held the door open and bowed as we exited. Just as I began to wonder how we were going to find “the path” there was a small sign with an arrow that read “Lakeside Path”. We followed the arrow and started down a path, it was just wide enough for two people to walk side by side and descended down through the trees and brush. It was a fairly gentle slope and wound around down the hillside finally breaking out of the trees onto the sandy beach.
I slipped my free arm around Riley’s waist as we walked and she leaned into me. She looked so beautiful in the filtered moonlight beneath the trees. She put her arm around me.
“Thanks Will, that was the best meal I’ve ever had, and it’s so beautiful up here. You’re very romantic,” she said.
Nearing the bottom of the path, we heard giggling ahead of us. We rounded a corner and came face to face with the source. It was the old man and his wife, walking arm in arm carrying a basket identical to the one I carried. The wife blushed and giggled when she saw us, and the man smiled broadly.
“You kids have fun. Remember what I said,” he chuckled as we passed.
“Hopefully as much as you,” Riley giggled, “That’s cute. I hope I’m that frisky when I’m their age.”
I looked back at the couple and over at one of the large trees alongside the path. The tree had probably just been a sapling when they took their first stroll down this path. Fifty-five years, that was more than double the number of years I had been alive.
Reaching the end of the path, I began looking around and found the rocks easily enough. They were kind of hard to miss, being the size of houses. I walked toward them searching carefully with my eyes for a gap, but could see none.
“What are you looking for?” Riley asked,walking along beside me.
“There’s supposed to be another trail, somewhere that goes around behind these rocks,” I answered continuing to search.
I was about to give up, when I finally spotted it. There was a narrow gap between the two rocks, hidden from view by trees until you were standing right in front of it.
“I found it. Come on,” I said, taking Riley’s hand and leading her between the rocks.
We squeezed through the gap between the rocks, and emerged at the start of a narrow dirt path. The path led back up the hill then turned toward the lake. The brush and trees were thick here making it hard to see the path, let alone anything else. Suddenly, we stepped out of the brush onto a small secluded beach. The small patch of sand was surrounded by the thick trees and brush on two sides and steep rock cliffs on the other. The water lapped quietly on the shore and the only light here was that of the moon.
“Oh it’s beautiful,” Riley said, slipping off her heels and twirling across the sand.
I set the basket down on a log as I watched Riley tip toe through the water. She was amazing. She thoroughly enjoyed herself, everywhere she went. I could only stand and watch, wishing I was more like her.
I opened the basket, eager to see what kind of dessert required such a large carrier. Inside I found, a blanket, a small bottle of champagne, two glasses, a container of large fresh strawberries, and two pieces of cheesecake.
Riley ran up beside me and peered into the basket. Oooo they thought of everything,” she exclaimed.
I removed the blanket and spread it on the sand while Riley opened the champagne and poured two glasses. I set out the strawberries and cheesecake and we settled down on the blanket. I raised my glass to taste the champagne.
“Wait!” Riley exclaimed, “Try this,” she said picking up a strawberry.
She held the ripe berry to my lips. Juice squirted out and dribbled over her fingers and my chin.
“Now, taste the champagne,” Riley instructed.
She popped the remainder of the berry in her mouth and took a sip from her glass. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as she savored the taste.
“Mmm that’s so good, I love it,” she said.
She picked up another large berry and scooted closer.
“Now let’s try it like this,” she said, taking the berry in her teeth.
She lifted her glass to my lips and poured a little champagne in my mouth. She set the glass down and leaned in. I opened my mouth to receive the fruit trying not to dribble champagne all over both of us.
Our lips met around the berry and we bit simultaneously into it. We chewed and swallowed carefully trying not to bite each others tongues as we shared the fruit. We continued to kiss long after the berry was gone with our tongues twisting and caressing within the heated union of our lips. Riley put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down flat on the blanket. She laid down with me, slipping her leg over my hips to straddle me.
I could feel the heat of her sex as it touched my abdomen. I caressed her firm round buttocks through the thin material of her dress. My dick swelled and pulsed in my slacks and my mind began to spin. I slipped my hand up along her side and under the wide strap of her dress to squeeze bare breast. I found the hard nipple and rolled it under my thumb.
Riley moaned into my mouth and pushed her hips back so her hot mound pressed on the bulge in my pants. She began grinding her hips causing me to groan.
“Hmm what have we here?” she said, with a mischievous grin.
She lifted her hips and reached down to grip my hard dick through my pants. Her emerald eyes locked with mine as she slowly stroked me, bringing another moan from my lips. She slithered down my overheated body, never losing eye contact and popped the button on my pants.
Oh god it’s happening, I’m about to lose my virginity, I thought as my pants and shorts were pulled out from under my ass.
My hard dick sprang to attention glistening with pre cum in the moonlight. The sudden rush of cool night air over my sensitive cock and balls caused my hips to jerk and I nearly came. Riley quickly grabbed my dick, wrapping her fingers around the base and squeezing hard.
“Easy cowboy, relax, deep breaths, deep breaths,” she repeated.
My lungs filled with fresh cool air and the pressure in my balls slowly receded. Still squeezing my shaft, Riley stared thoughtfully into my eyes.
“Are you a virgin, Will?” she finally asked, “Tell me the truth,” she raised her brows and tilted her head.
I started to panic thinking I had blown my chance with her. My face colored and my mouth went dry.
“Y…yes,” I croaked.
“Oh my God. I get to pick your cherry?” she grinned. “Oh I’m so bad. This is gonna be so fun!”
She was bouncing with excitement as she released her grip on my cock. She began caressing my testicles while she blew softly on the sensitive tip of my dick.
“You’re gonna remember this for a long time, so just lay back and enjoy,” she purred, “and let me know when you’re ready to come.”
I nodded and she pushed my shirt up planting soft kisses on my stomach. Even now I remember the warmth of each kiss as she worked across my stomach down to my hairy nest, down my thigh, all while her delicate fingers stroked my balls. I drew a sharp breath as her hot tongue made contact with my sack. I never imagined it could feel so good. She licked and sucked at my balls, then lifted them and licked at the sensitive flesh just behind. The sudden contact in that area surprised me and I jumped. Riley giggled and sucked one of my balls into her mouth.
“Ohhh God I’m going to…,” I moaned.
Riley’s hand was around my shaft squeezing before I could get the words out. When my body had relaxed, she lowered her head and trailed her tongue up my swollen prick from base to tip. I gasped when she reached the sensitive tip.
“Oh, that’s so…so good!”
Her tongue swirled around the purple head a few times sending shivers through me. She looked me in the eye as her mouth opened and descended, her warm lips closing around my sensitive head. She began to suck and swallowed my shaft clear to the root. The head lodged in her throat while her tongue stroked the underside. My head fell back it felt even better than I had imagined and I groaned deep in my chest.
“Ohhh God!’ I grunted.
My balls tightened and my cock twitched with the beginnings of orgasm. Riley’s lips slid back up my shaft as her fingers quickly encircled the base, staving off the impending explosion.
I lifted my head to look down at her and she smiled with the tip of my cock still in her mouth. It wasn’t easy to pull myself back from the edge with her hot breath on my sensitive purple head, but the urge to come finally waned and she resumed sucking. She began with just the tip in her mouth, her tongue swirling around and over it. Then slowly her soft pink lips slid down the hard shaft until I was once again in her throat. She breathed through her nose and milked my cock with her mouth and throat.
My entire body shook from the intense stimulation. I took another deep breath and concentrated on not coming. Her lips made three more long slow trips up my swollen cock from base to tip and back down. My breathing had become ragged and my mind was clouded with incoherent thoughts. She wrapped her hand around my cock and moved her lips faster not taking it as deep. My head lifted off the blanket.
“Oh oh oh I’m going to oh,” I blurted.
Instead of stopping, this time Riley sucked harder and picked up the pace of her strokes.
I flopped back on the blanket with my hips bucking and my back arching, driving my rod deeper into her hot mouth. My jaw muscles clenched and a growl emanated from deep within.
“Oh yesss! Oh God yes,” I said through clenched teeth.
My hips jerked and my hot load pumped into Riley’s suckling mouth. My eyes squeezed shut and I grunted with each blast from my stiff rod.
Riley’s lips remained clamped around my dick until the orgasm had subsided and my body collapsed totally spent. She licked the remnants of my load from my softening tool and crawled up to lay beside me.
“Mmm I love dessert,” she said snuggling against me.
She sat up to take a drink of champagne then leaned down to kiss me. The cool champagne trickled into my mouth and our tongues met. I rolled on top of her and slid my hand under her dress to feel the soft of her thigh. Our tongues danced and her legs spread, welcoming me. My hand slid up her thigh seeking her panties, but found only hot moist labia. Shocked, I stopped kissing her and looked down at my hand beneath her dress. I looked back at her as my fingers began to explore.
She smiled, “I only wear panties at work.”
I grinned and kissed her again. My fingers fumbled around and I finally poked one inside her. She kind of grunted and shifted her hips.
“Easy Will, you’re not punching an elevator button,” she instructed.
After a bit more kissing and fumbling, she broke the kiss and grabbed my hand.
“Let’s go back to my place and get comfortable,” she said.
I pulled my pants up and stuffed my, once again, hard cock back in. We packed everything up and walked slowly up the path arm in arm. When we reached the top, I handed the valet the basket. He took it and went to get the truck. Another valet grabbed a camera and asked if we’d like a picture to remember our night at The Overlook. We happily agreed and he snapped our picture next to the restaurant’s sign.
That’s how I ended up with this picture of a young man sporting a big dopey smile, with his arm around the most incredible woman he would ever know, just minutes after getting his first blow job and less than an hour before he would lose his virginity to that woman.
