In my eminent mercy toward Gwendolyn, I opted not to challenge her to a third game of bowling, having already demonstrated my superiority in the previous two. Instead, I let her walk me out of the bowling alley, my panties in her purse and a trail of grool running down my inner thigh after a joint trip to the bathroom resulted in a little bit too much fun. Oh, also, I apparently now was wearing her fishnets as a collar. Don't ask me how it worked, one minute I was panting in the bathroom stall with her fingers inside of me, the next thing I know she was looping the fishnets around my neck and tying it in a bow. Long story short, don't challenge a redhead to bowling unless you're willing to walk out there on a leash.
Not, uh, that I was opposed to that, you see. And the fact that I got even wetter every time she put a hand on my back and tugged the fishnets, making it harder to breathe? Total coincidence. The cool night air kisses my bare pussy beneath the green dress and I swear I hear a sizzle from the sudden temperature difference. Somewhere behind us, a family of four is getting a sex education class they hadn't planned on, and we stumble across the lot toward my van.
I manage to unlock the vehicle and we climb inside, Gwendolyn taking a moment to glance around in awe. I realize this is the first time she'd been in my "home" and it probably looked weird, but honestly, fuck that - who cares about first impressions when I'm begging to get fucked? Priorities, Gwendolyn. That that priority needs to be me.
Once inside, I killed all but a small LED strip that ran around my bed, giving instant mood lighting and then I flipped on the overhead exhaust fans, cracking the roof vents wide open and giving us fresh air. The evening air instantly chilled my hot skin and I shivered uncontrollably, Gwendolyn's smile growing even wider as she sat in my desk chair, swiveling it back and forth.
"Perfect," she said as she glanced up at the vents. "Now everyone can hear, but nobody needs to see. Now get on your knees and earn your orgasm." She placed one sneaker clad foot on my desk, the other braced against the door, and I suddenly realized she had no panties on under that plaid miniskirt. I swear she'd had them on earlier when she teased me bending over seductively to pick up a bowling ball, but maybe they got lost on the way to the van?
I dropped to my knees in front of her and she reached out, grabbing a handful of the fishnet stocking tied around my neck and I paused, suddenly unsure. Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth, as Mike Tyson once said. Or, in my case, everyone has a plan until they end up nose-first in a dripping wet pussy and realize they don't know what to do next. Same same, you know?
Inching forward, I tentatively stuck my tongue out, running it along her dripping wet thigh, planting a kiss on her pubic bone. Gwendolyn let out a hiss of pleasure, letting me know I was on the right track, and I continued kissing my way up the inner thigh and toward her waiting pussy. Having just started to learn what I liked, I picked one hand up off the floor and inserted a finger into her, curling it upward and starting to pulse back and forth.
She almost came off the seat as her moan echoed off the walls, so I think she approved. I leaned in, running my tongue on her clit and was rewarded by having my nose almost broken with how hard she shoved my face into her crotch. I think she liked it. I redoubled my efforts, slipping a second finger into her wet slit as I pumped it in and out, building speed as I went, while did my best to spell the alphabet on her clit. What? I read about it once online. Never thought I'd have the chance to actually do it.
"Oh my god your tongue is incredible," Gwendolyn moaned, one hand still clutching the fishnet leash, the other now a death grip on the handle of the sliding door, her body shaking in the chair with each thrust of my fingers and dip of the tongue. She tasted amazing, I couldn't get enough of the musky-sweet flavor, lapping at her passage as her moans increased in pitch and intensity until she was nearly howling.
With a final gasp, she came, a stream of liquid squirting on my face as she did, and collapsed, her weight clutching the van's handle and accidentally triggering the automatic open feature. As I knelt there between her legs, face covered in her juices, headlights swept across my figure and I glanced to the side, a stunned couple standing next to their car three parking spaces away, the boyfriend's keys dropping limply from his hand. Gwendolyn's head lolled to the side, glancing out the open door of the van, and giggled. "Whoops." I picked my head up from her crotch, waving weakly, and pressed the button to close the door again, the couple staring dumbfounded at us until it slid shut, blocking them from our view.
"I can't believe you just did that," I whined, feeling mortified at the public exhibition. Gwendolyn leaned down, grabbing me and pulling me up, licking her own juices off my face and then kissing me, her taste still strong on my tongue.
She smirked at me, breaking the kiss, and I gulped. "Does this thing have a bed? Because I think you've earned your reward." Mutely, I nodded my head toward the back of the van and she stood, pulling her skirt and mockneck off, dropping them on the floor of my van. She then picked up the "leash" she'd fashioned out of the fishnet and nodded at me. I crawled to the bed, leading her behind me, as she cackled with glee. Look, I'm maybe not the most proud of that, but it was in service to a good cause. Orgasms. That's a good cause, right? I did it all for the nookie.
I climbed onto the bed, Gwendolyn reaching out and snagging the zipper of my dress, gently pulling it down and exposing me as I shimmied around, helping take it off. I lay on my back, clad in my own stockings, bra, panties, and her stockings-as-a-choker. "You are wearing entirely too many clothes," she joked, and crawled forward on top of me, her flesh warm and slick against mine, sweat pouring from our bodies. She leaned in, kissing my way down my jawline toward my throat, and quicker than I could blink, my bra was gone, nipples crinkling in the van's cool air.
That was a neat trick, how the hell did she do that?
Gwendolyn's kisses trailed further south, praising each of my breasts in turn before trailing across my tummy, and I picked my hips up briefly and boom, no more panties. "I want those stockings on my ears," Gwendolyn growled at me, and I immediately obeyed, legs on her shoulders, ready for her attentions. "You've been such a needy girl this week, huh? Was I cruel to you?" Her fingers trailed across my slit and I shivered, a whine escaping from my throat, and I nodded.
She paused, one fingertip at the entrance, "I was mean to you?" She sounded shocked, almost offended, and I immediately shook my head in the negative. "I wasn't mean to you?" I nodded, agreeing she was definitely not mean to me. Whatever the right answer was, I'd pick that one. 2+2=5? If it gets me an orgasm, abso-fucking-lutely.
"Huh, if you don't think I was being mean to you, then I guess I didn't do my job right," she said, pouting. Wait, what? Her fingers pulled away from me and a look of absolute horror crossed my face. YOU ARE NOT STOPPING NOW! Right as I was about to open my mouth to yell at her, two fingers slammed home into my pussy and holy fuck here we go. I'm pretty sure they heard me in Portland on that one, and I collapsed backward into the bed, one hand grabbing my left tit, the other scrabbling aimlessly against the side of the van.
Gwendolyn leaned in, expertly running her tongue across my labia, then sucked my clit like she was trying to pull a golf ball through a water hose. All the while, her fingers kept hammering in and out of me, hooking inward and finding an absolutely magical spot, and I'm pretty sure that that young couple couldn't tell if I was being murdered or not, based on the variety of noises coming out of my mouth.
I will say that I'm pretty sure that the girlfriend has a new expectation of what her boyfriend should be capable of in the bedroom, though. And I'm proud to have been part of the team that set that standard. You're welcome, girlfriend. It was my absolute pleasure.
As I was in the middle of setting new standards for oral sex in relationships, Gwendolyn reached up and pinched my nipple - hard, and I came so hard my eyes rolled back in my head and I saw stars. I also might have caused her some hearing damage. Sorry, not sorry. I kept cumming as she kept finger-blasting me, a crazy orgasm that seemed to last close to a minute before finally I had had enough and tried to push her off me, whining and giggling as I became too sensitive for anything else.
I lay there in a puddle of my own sweat as Gwendolyn slithered up the bed and pulled me close. "Worth the wait?," she said with a smirk. I allowed myself to reward her with a kiss. She'd done a fairly good job, if I was being honest. Easily in the top three orgasms of my life. The fact that this was the third orgasm of my new life was irrelevant. I tasted great on her, by the way. 10/10, no notes, would absolutely kiss my girlfriend who just ate me out any time.
Girlfriend? I mean, I certainly hoped so. But I guess I should probably ask.
I nodded, snuggling into Gwendolyn's chest as she pulled me close and I grabbed a blanket, draping it over the two of us. "Three days without you was tough, but the payoff was worth it," I mumbled into her neck. She rewarded me by rubbing my back and I purred happily. I'm not a cat, it just felt good. Hush.
"So, uhm," I began confidently. "I, uh, don't want to presume. But, are we dating? If this was a one time thing, it was great, but maybe, if you're okay with it, I was hoping we -"
She cut me off with a kiss, giggling as she did so. "Will you be my girlfriend, Tiffany?" I nodded enthusiastically, kissing her back. I had a girlfriend! And I had sex with her! We made out for a bit longer, eventually coming up for air once more.
"I was thinking," I began slowly, unsure of exactly where the words were coming from. "Bend seems like a really great city and there's a ton of mountain bike trails in the area." Gwendolyn propped herself up on one elbow, watching me curiously as I continued babbling. "I was wondering if you knew of a good apartment complex that might have vacancies? Somewhere not too out of the way, maybe an easy commute from, oh I don't know, maybe near where you live, but also where I could bike to some trails?"
"Why, Tiffany, I thought you didn't like settling down? That you were all about the digital nomad van life?" I blushed furiously, confronted with my own words.
"I just thought it might be nice to have a place with some furniture. Maybe a real bed that fits the two of us, if that's not being presumptious." Gwendolyn cackled at me, a huge grin on her face.
"I'm sure I can send you some recommendations. Now let me reward you again. Here, turn over and slide down there, let's 69."
The screaming orgasms continued in our corner of the parking lot for several more hours. Somewhere, a car alarm went off, probably triggered by the bass of my persistent moaning. Gwendolyn laughed into my pussy, the vibrations sending me into orbit once more. Sorry, family. I guess you had to give the kids a sex ed talk at some point, just hadn't gambled on it being tonight.