The End of Summer (5 page)

“How did you learn to drive like that?” I asked Becca as we
came close to our destination.

“Did I scare you?”  She laughed.

“No, I loved it. I’m just asking,” I said defensively.

“My dad was a diplomat, and for a year we lived in Lebanon,
on the eastern Mediterranean.  The country’s first lady used to invite me and my
brother to their country home.  I was thirteen, and my brother was nine, their
grandson was my age, and his security guards used to teach him how to drive
inside the compound, so they taught me too.”  She ended the story as soon as we
pulled in next to my home. “Is here ok?”  She asked me.

I was still taken by the story, so I didn’t know what she
was talking about. “What here?” I asked.

“The Aston. I’m sure you don’t park it on the street,” she
explained.

“Here is fine. I’ll put it in the garage after I drop you
off later,” I said, and then I added wickedly, “Unless you plan on staying for
the night.”

Becca laughed, put her feet on my lap, and said, “Cinderella
wants her slippers back.”

I helped her with her sandals and out of the car and into
the house.  She excused herself and went to freshen up.  In the meantime, I
took out the chilled bottle of Dom Perignon and placed it in an ice bucket.  I
also took out the chocolate strawberries and put both in the living room.

            I was about to take off
my jacket when Becca came out of the bathroom and saw me.  “Allow me,” she said
and helped me out of my jacket and placed it on the couch.  Then she stood in
front of me and untied my bowtie slowly, her fingers brushing softly against my
skin, coming closer, almost close enough for our lips to meet. Her scented breasts
pushed up towards me, inviting me to unravel the mystery of her hidden desires. 
She pulled the tie with one hand and moved away leaving a trail of absolute
lust behind her.  She sat on the couch, and my eyes followed her elegance as
she held an empty champagne glass and tilted it towards me.

I uncorked the champagne bottle and filled her glass. I
spilled some on my fingers, and she held my hand and licked the cold drops of champagne
off, her warm tongue sending shivers to all my limbs while her lusty blue eyes
were piercing mine.  I filled my glass, and with the two glasses mating
together with a clink, I said, “To us,” and drank it all in one swig.

Becca sat crossing her sexy legs. One was bare and exposed
up to her hip.  I stood right in front of her, my growing desire and hardness
right within her line of sight.  Her eyes traveled between my eyes and my
crotch. She motioned for me to sit.  As I complied, she took a chocolate-covered
strawberry and put its tip between her lips. She sucked on it lustfully, took a
bite, and while leaning towards me, she brought the half-eaten fruit up to my
lips and soaked them with the mixed strawberry nectar and her own.  My heart
almost stopped, my breath became shallow, and my lips burned with desire. She put
the strawberry in her mouth and took another bite while closing her eyes and
releasing an “mmmm” sound.  She was savoring my lips and inhaling my breath. 
She took another sip of champagne, placed the glass on the table, and put her
hand on my thigh.

Her hand was close to my crotch, close to my full-grown hardness
trapped in my pants.  An electric shock traveled all over my skin.  Her lips a
few inches away from mine, I claimed the distance between us, and our lips
interlocked with the hunger of a long-anticipated dessert.  Our tongues danced
around each other in a mating dance of lust.  Chocolate, champagne, and
strawberry mixed together with my desire.  My hands were all over her bare
back, in her hair, and her evocative neck.  My mouth left hers and moved down
to her neck.  Her soft moans grew louder, enticing me to keep going.  She
uncrossed her legs, and her hands traced lines on my back.  My hand migrated
towards her exposed leg, caressing her thighs. She spread her legs apart, allowing
my hand to slip between them.

A deep moan escaped her as my hand reached the moist lips of
her wet pussy, and her fingernails dug through my shirt into my skin.  To my
surprise and delight, there was nothing standing between me and her hot pussy. 
Her legs opened further, accommodating my finger that was running between her
smoothly waxed lips.  She threw her head back as soon as my finger found her
throbbing clit, tracing circles around it with my thumb.  Two of my fingers
slipped into her well lubricated vagina.  She moaned loudly and found my lower
lip, biting it and breathing hard.  I continued my moves between her legs as my
other hand unzipped her dress, loosening her bodice that fell down revealing
her delicious, round breasts adorned with two hard nipples.

Maintaining my rhythm between her legs, I kissed my way down
to her breasts, kissing them as her moans grew fiercer.  Her ass rocked, matching
my fingers, thrusting them into her burning pussy.  As soon as I took her
nipple between my lips, Becca’s moans grew louder, her pussy tightened against
my fingers and she was totally engulfed by an earth-shattering orgasm.  My lips
released her nipple, and I moved up, my eyes watching her wrapped with
pleasure, her legs closing and locking my fingers inside her as her juices
gushed out and drenched them.  She held me firmly, her breasts crushing in my
chest and her arms wrapped around me.

A few moments passed before her breathing normalized and her
grip eased.  I released my hand from between her legs, looking into her eyes I
stood up and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom.  She felt so light and
exhausted, with a sweet smile on her face.  As soon as her heels touched the
floor, her dress fell down.  I stood there watching her stepping out of it, all
naked except for her silver sandals and diamond earrings.

She took a couple of steps back and sat on the edge of the
bed leaning back on her hands.  After giving me sultry looks, lingering on the
now full-grown bulge in my pants, she ordered me to strip. I complied starting
with my shoes.  My shirt was next, as I unbuttoned it slowly as she ordered. 
She moistened her lips as I removed my shirt completely.  I slowly lowered my
trousers and let them fall to the floor.  Becca’s eyes were burning through the
fabric, as she was eager to know what was waiting for her underneath them.

I stood there with my shorts as the final frontier, my hardness
perfectly outlined beneath them.  She seductively motioned for me to come
closer. I took a few steps forward, and she sat up straight on the bed.  Her
face was a few inches from my crotch.  She looked into my eyes as she put one hand
on my side and the index finger of the other hand over my shaft.  I was looking
down on her beautifully shaped, pink tipped, naked breasts.  Her eyes still
fixed on mine; she started moving her finger up and down my shaft, scorching my
throbbing cock through the fabric.

She moved her finger and placed it between the elastic on my
shorts and my skin.  She moved it to the side and mirrored that motion with her
other hand.  The anticipation build up caused some drops of pre-cum to spill,
lubricating the tip of my cock.  While still looking into my eyes, she slid my
shorts down to my knees with one fast move.  My hard cock sprung out, liberated
at last.  She let out a sigh as she looked at my desire for her face to face.

She lied back on her elbows and uncrossed her legs.  She placed
her heels on the edge of the bed and started opening and closing her legs
slowly.  Her seduction was killing me.  Her perfectly shaped pussy was
glistening with desire, ready for my hardness to fill it.  I went closer and
leaned forward over her, my lips touching her belly.  She shuddered and opened
her mouth a little.  My lips kissed their way up towards her breasts, finding
one hard nipple, and I licked its tip.  She moaned and lifted her ass a few
inches off the bed.  My hard cock brushed against the wet lips of her pussy. 
She moaned more as I started moving between her legs, rubbing the shaft of my
hard cock between them, her throbbing clit sending signals to all her limbs.

I shifted my body and placed my hungry cock at the center of
her sweet opening.  With our eyes meeting, I pushed my cock completely inside
her.  She moaned and her head fell back.  I kept it inside her for a moment,
retreated completely, and again pushed inside her, with more force this time. 
She pushed up to meet me, and my cock reached deeper inside her.  I started
moving in and out with a steady increase of speed and she moved her hips in
circles.  Her fingernails dug into my back as her moans grew louder and her
breathing shallower.

I held her tightly in my arms as I penetrated her deeply and
with increased speed.  My lips found hers and devoured them as my climax
approached.  Our bodies were drenched in hot sweat as she climaxed and bucked,
wrapping her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my butt cheeks.  Her
massive, rolling orgasm kept going on and on until I surrender with a thundering
moan to my own orgasm.  She arched her back, and her fingernails dug deep into
my back causing a delicious pain, screaming out my name many times over.  My body
was shaking as my cock experienced multiple contractions from her pussy, echoed
by its own contractions and spasms as I released my seed into her.

I collapsed into her.  I stayed inside her, dazed and short
of breath.  For five minutes, neither of us spoke.  I turned over and rested on
my back beside her, and then at the same time, both of us started laughing as
if we just heard a funny joke.  What was between us was more than lust and
desire.  It was more than two bodies hot for each other.  It was like when you
mate the perfect words with the perfect music.  It sounded cheesy in my head
when I thought of it, but it was so true.

I turned on my side and looked upon the naked body next to
mine.  Could she be more perfect?  She settled on her stomach and turned her
head towards me, looking into my eye, and smiling a magical smile.  She rose up
and left the room.  After a couple of minutes, she came back with the bottle of
champagne and the two glasses. She filled them, gave me one, and sat next to
me.  I kissed her side, and she giggled and shrugged. I then kissed her butt
cheek, and she giggled again and shifted a little and leaned back.

“So how do you know Edith?”  I asked.

She threw her head back, laughed, and looked at me.  Then I
asked again, “Seriously, you seemed very well acquainted.”

“You introduced us,” she said.

“No I didn’t. You knew each other from before,” I retorted.

“I’m not talking about tonight. You introduced us almost
twenty years ago.”  She said.

Surprised, I asked her, “Where? How?”

“Twenty years ago, I was a student at NYU.  I was at the
beginning of my junior year,” she said. “I was in a restaurant, and beside me
was a little baby in a highchair.”

I raised my eyebrow, and she continued. “The baby’s mom must
have gone to the ladies room, and the baby started crying, so I carried him and
held him close to me, and he stopped crying. Then a lady came towards me,
smiled, and thanked me and told me that it seems that her son has got himself a
date.”

I laughed and waited to hear the rest of the story, “Then
she introduced herself and she told me that she had an idea for a picture. I
listened, liked the idea, and after a couple of days, went to a studio and had
the picture taken.  Two months after that, she called me and told me that the
picture won an award.”

“Wait wait wait,” I said, stopping her.  I sat up in bed and
asked her, “Was it that picture of a little baby held close to a naked woman’s
chest?”

“That’s the one,” she replied proudly.

“Oh my God… that was you… holding me?”  I covered my face
with both my hands as I was becoming red with embarrassment.

Becca laughed and giggled as she watched me shake my head
with disbelief. “I was your first date,” she then said.

I removed my hands, looked into her eyes.  I gave her a deep
kiss and said, “I love you.”

She kissed me back and said, “We have to get going.”

“No, stay,” I begged.

“Lyn will be back home soon. Come, put your clothes on,” she
said with a couple of taps on my thighs and stood up.

“You have an advantage over me. You already have your shoes
on,” I said, while still sitting on the bed completely naked.

“Fine, you can stay. I will take the Aston and return it
tomorrow,” she threatened me as she was stepping into her dress. “Zip me up.”

We parked in front of her house a few minutes after one.  I
opened her door, and we walked towards the main door.  I kissed her lips one
more time.  I watched her climb the steps, and as soon as she opened the main
door and before she got in, I ran up the stairs, held her in my arms and kissed
her again.  A car turned from around the curve, so we both went in.  It stopped
in front of my car, and Lyn came out of it.  I hid under the stairs, and Becca went
up.  Lyn had come up the steps quickly, and as she opened the door, she saw
Becca on the first flight.

“Mom! You just came in?”  She asked with a surprise.

“No, I came an hour ago but was checking the fuse box,” she
convincingly answered.

“I have a fuse box?”  Lyn asked.

“Of course you do,” Becca answered, as Lyn approached, “How
was your night?”

“It was fun,” Lyn replied as they continued climbing up the
stairs together. “But the stripper had a small penis,” she said jokingly and
laughed.

“Marilyn, you naughty girl,” Becca snapped.

“How was your night? Will I find a hickey in the morning?”  Lyn
joked, laughing and running up the stairs.

“Noooooooo!” Becca objected and followed Lyn up the stairs. “Yes,
run away! I’m gonna kill you when I catch you!” she called playfully.

A half hour later as I was finishing up the champagne and
the strawberries and thinking about what just happened between me and Becca, I
received a message on my phone,
I love you too.