The next time Paul and I saw each other again after our day to remember when we had our first sexual encounter, was not at Paul's house. The waterbed would have to wait.

We met at a Metro station downtown and decided to go stroll on the mountain. I had been there hundreds of times before and knew all the paths quite well. It was dusk as we got to Beaver Lake. Like two lovers we were walking slowly holding hands discussing some philosophical question. They we took another path and walked to the lookout. It was really neat to see the city a lit up. We discussed the buildings as we cuddled next to each other. It was getting cool outside so I snuggled up to him. We embraced each other for a while and then decided to find a secluded spot.

We walked into the woods and found a nice quiet out of the way spot. I opened my knapsack and took out my old Mexican pancho and put it on the ground, for it was a perfect blanket for such an occasion. It makes the ground much more comfortable. He sat down while I put my knapsack down next to the pancho. Since I was bending over within his reach, he put his hands under my skirt and started walking up my legs. I knelt down, put my forearms down and let myself enjoy the feeling. After circling around my undies for a while, he finally put his hand in and began to rub me. I moaned softly. While he was warming me up for what was to come, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock and holding my skirt up for an instant, he inserted his erection through the pant leg of my undies and put his cock right into me. His hands were searching under my blouse to undo my bra strap, and as he was going in and out he fondled my breasts. He rolled the nipples between his fingers and with the other hand massaged my clit. I would have screamed with ecstasy but didn't want the whole world to know how much I was enjoying the combination Paul was doing on me. So I bit my lip and whimpered softly as he brought intense pleasure to me for quite some time.

Then we peaked together. He moved out of me and sat back down on the pancho. I sat in front of him and straightened my clothes a little just as a dog came over to sniff us followed by his mistress, who told him to come along. We glanced at each other in relief. We picked-up our stuff and walked back towards down town in search of new adventures.

Jessica Lovecraft

Lovecraft Productions (c) 1991

Sequel to: A Day to Remember