Alone with my blind date on a moon-flooded hillside.
Based on the works of evans lily, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.
"It's still not quite dark," I said, looking up at the ink-washed sky and noticing that only the brightest stars were visible.
"It's the longest day of the year tomorrow."
Of course. The summer solstice. "Does that mean that tonight is the shortest night then?"
Adam sent me a sideways glance. "It certainly feels like it."
I
knew what he meant. The last two hours had flown by. "Well, it must be
tonight or tomorrow night, I s'pose," I murmured, experiencing another
inward glow of pleasure.
"The
nights are all short at the moment. The bedroom in my new flat faces
due east, which means the sun wakes me up pretty much every morning.
Right now that's around quarter to five." There was a pause. "I really
must buy some curtains."
I
laughed softly. "Well, the sun never shines into my room. All I've got
is a wonderful view of my neighbor’s potting shed." I smiled as he
tutted in sympathy. "If I wanted to watch the sunrise I'd have to set my
alarm and go outside."
"Or stay up all night."
"Hmm. One of these days I'll have to try that."
"You've never done it?" Adam seemed shocked. "Seriously?"
I
shook my head. "It's on my list of things to do before I die." The
moment I said it I wanted to bite off my tongue and throw it to the
ducks. What the hell was I thinking? Now I really was being insensitive;
He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "What else is on that list?"
"Oh, lots of things. The usual sort of stuff."
"Like?"
Cornered, I searched my brain for possibilities. "Travel the world. Learn a foreign language."
"Do a bungee jump?"
I laughed. "No, I don't think so. And I wouldn't like to jump out of a plane with a parachute either."
"Oh, you should. I have."
"Really?" I glanced up at him with renewed respect. "What was that like?"
"The
worst bit was jumping out of the plane. God, I was so scared. But after
that, well; amazing. You don't even feel like you're falling; you don't
get that stomach-dropping, going-down-a-rollercoaster feeling. It's
more like floating on a bubble of air. Fabulous experience. And once it
was over I just wanted to go back up and do it all again."
"Wow."
I shook my head. "Still don't think I could do it though. I hate
heights; God, I can't even do rollercoasters. So to jump out of a plane;
"
He chuckled softly. "Too far out of your comfort zone, huh?"
"What made you do it? Was it something you'd always wanted to do?"
"It
was on my list of things to do before I die. And when Claire died;
well, it made me realize that you just don't know how long you've got.
So when a group of guys I was working with said they were jumping for
charity, I volunteered to have a go. Raised more than a thousand pounds
for the air ambulance."
"Fantastic."
I swallowed hard, humbled. I'd never done anything particularly
altruistic. In fact, come to think of it, it didn't feel as though I'd
done anything worthwhile with my life. "I s'pose you've done everything
on your list then?"
"Not at all. You see, new things keep getting added all the time."
"Like?"
"Well; "
We'd
slowed to a halt, having reached the second bridge already. Crossing it
would mean going back along the other side of the river towards the
bright lights of the city. Alternatively, we could carry on, pass
through the sturdy wooden gate and take the path across the water
meadows towards St Catherine's Hill. During the day, this was a popular
route for walkers, locals and tourists alike, but now it was deserted,
the pathway disappearing into darkness.
"I've never had a one night stand. Shall we?"
I let out a gasp. "What?"
He solemnly indicated the gate. "Walk a bit further?"
"Oh." My voice was small. "Yes."
Laughing;
I had a feeling he'd chosen his words deliberately; he let go of my
hand and ushered me forward into the gateway. It was one of those V
shape constructions originally designed to give easy passage to people
but not animals. The gate itself was attached to a fence post opposite
the center of the V, hinged like a tongue so that it could flap against
the two sides and only allow one person to pass through at a time. But
instead of following me, the moment I'd passed through Adam grabbed the
top rail of the gate and pushed it flush against the fence on my side.
"Hey!"
Trapped, I took a swift glance at the darkened path ahead of me before
turning back to peer at him over the barrier. "Aren't; aren't you coming
with me?"
"Well that rather depends." He leaned on the rail and regarded me quizzically. "You see, this is a kissing gate."
Uh
oh. I could see where this was going. "So if I want you to come with
me; ?" As he inclined his head, my mouth went dry and my heart began to
your choice. And if you'd rather not, that's fine. We'll just head back
to the high street and get you a taxi home; I promise to be the perfect
gentleman. But I think you should know; ” He smiled, suddenly appearing
rather nervous. "The idea of kissing you seems to have shot to number
one on my latest list of things to do before I die."
Right
now, the idea of kissing him seemed to be at the top of my own list;
"I see," I said again, rather helplessly. "Well. Okay."
His eyes widened. "Okay?"
I
watched his smile broaden to a relieved grin as he reached for me,
grasping my hands. Then everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
Putting
my arms around his neck, his own arms swept around my back, tugging me
as close as the gate would permit. And when his warm, soft lips finally
landed on mine, I wanted to cry out with the wonder of it. I clung to
him, dizzy with desire, allowing the pressure of his tongue to open my
mouth, my eyes crashing closed as I willingly yielded to his possession.
It had been a long time since I'd been kissed; and no one had ever
kissed me like this;
"Wow,"
he murmured, raising his head at last. Though he was smiling, he looked
somewhat shaken. "I guess I'll have to come with you then."
I giggled, rather shaken myself. "I guess you will."
Releasing
me, Adam opened the gate and came through, his hand once again finding
mine as we started along the track. "You sure about this?"
My
eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the darkness so I couldn't see his
expression but the concern in his voice was obvious. "About going for a
walk? Sure." I kept my own tone light, but the butterflies in my stomach
flapped in anticipation.
What else had I consented to with that kiss?
A moon-flooded hillside.
If someone had asked me, just a few hours ago, whether I'd agree to take a late-night walk with a man I'd only just met;
Stranger
danger. At the nursery school where I worked we were always telling the
children about that. Never go off with a stranger, never take things
from a stranger;
"Not past your bedtime yet then?" Adam teased, his hand warm in mine as we strolled along the path towards St Catherine's Hill.
I smiled. "Well, it is, actually. But I'm only working until lunchtime tomorrow, so I'll risk it."
"Got any plans for the weekend?"
"Nope.
Just the usual. I'm meeting my friend Lisa for lunch tomorrow; ” oh,
and wasn't she going to enjoy hearing about this? "; but then it'll just
be cleaning, washing and shopping. I s'pose I might go to the pub with
Lisa and her boyfriend on Sunday evening, but that's about it."
"No hot dates?"
"God,
no." I looked up at him even though I still couldn't quite see his
face, and realized with a jolt that I hadn't actually told him that much
about myself after all. "No." I gave a short laugh. "I think it's time I
got a cat."
"What?"
"You know. Single women of a certain age, living on their own; have cats."
"Oh, I see." He sounded rather puzzled. "Why in the world would someone like you need to get a cat?"
"Well,
I quite like cats," I said, trying to ignore the prickle of awareness
zinging down my spine. "They're soft and warm and cuddly; ”
"That's not what I meant."
I
knew it wasn't. "I don't know," I admitted at last. "Like you, I was in
a relationship for a long time. It's hard to start again."
He nodded. "Divorced?"
"No."
I smiled, remembering how impressed he'd been that I hadn't immediately
asked him that question. "Didn't make it as far as the altar, though
everyone thought that's where we were headed."
"How long were you together?"
"Too
long." I sighed heavily. "Started dating him when I was still at
school, did the whole rebel thing. You know. Stayed out late and pissed
off our parents, got drunk, drove too fast in his Dad's car; lost our
virginity to each other in the back of that car; ”
"Romantic," Adam interjected.
"Nope,
bloody painful, actually. There's not as much room as you might think
on the back seat of a Ford Mondeo," I rolled my eyes when he smirked,
unable to believe what I'd just told him. "Anyway, James got a job
making wardrobes, we started renting a flat together and settled down
into cozy coupledom."
"Until?"
I
looked up at him and grinned. "Nah, sorry. I shouldn't be telling you
any of this. Not on a first date, anyway." When he groaned, I bumped the
side of my head into his shoulder, laughing. "Well! You wouldn't tell
know, I know." He spun me around and pulled me in front of him, peering
intently into my upturned face. "But this doesn't feel like a first
date, does it?"
I gazed at him for a moment, longing to be able to read his thoughts. "No, it doesn't," I agreed softly.
"Good." To my astonishment, he seized my hand again and marched on again, pulling me along with him.
"Hey!" I'd been so sure he was about to kiss me again I felt absurdly disappointed. "Does that mean you'll tell me about her?"
"When you've told me about James. What happened?"
As
we emerged from the cover of some trees I became aware that our
surroundings were no longer quite so dim, the grassy hillside before us
clearly visible, picked out in numerous shades of monochrome. Turning my
head, I found the light source; the moon, a huge, near-perfect orb,
grew out of each other, I suppose," I said eventually, my lips twisting
slightly as I remembered how it ended. "Well, to be honest, I grew out
of him. I think James would've been happy to have trundled on as we were
until it was time to stick him in a coffin. He wasn't really interested
in getting married, didn't seem bothered about having kids. Just wanted
to go out every weekend, spend all our money in pubs and clubs and have
a good time."
"You dumped him."
I
wasn't surprised to hear the note of disbelief in Adam's voice. I still
found it hard to believe I'd done it myself. "Yes. But he didn't take
it too well."
That was the understatement of the decade;
Having
decided it would be easier for me to leave, rather than attempt to
persuade him to move out of our flat, I'd stayed with Lisa for a while.
To start with there'd been countless phone calls, where he'd begged me,
in various stages of drunkenness, to come back. Then there'd been the
flowers. Enormous bouquets of roses, lilies and carnations. Next came
letters and then poems; which always rhymed, usually in a facile 'Roses
are red, violets are blue' kind of way.
"And
then he started stalking me," I said, my attempt to sound matter of
fact rather spoiled by being out of breath. We'd been climbing the hill
for a while now and it was becoming apparent how unfit I was. "Waiting
for me outside the nursery school, outside Lisa's house; everywhere he
knew I'd be. Even Lisa couldn't make him stop; and believe me, she's
usually good at stuff like that; so in the end I had to take out a Court
injunction."
"Well, you broke his heart."
"Right." I gave a snort of derision. I hadn't expected Adam to take James' side. "Okay, thanks for that."
"He didn't stay in the flat, did he? He moved back home."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "How did you know that?"
"It's
obvious. He was never going to wash his own underwear." He shook his
head gravely. "You weren't his girlfriend, you were his Mum."
"What?
No!" I punched his arm, appalled that he'd said it and even more
appalled by the thought he might be right. "It wasn't like that."
"Really?" He grinned. "Okay. Who cooked all the meals?"
"He
burnt everything; ” I hesitated in surprise as we strayed from the
path, Adam tugging me on to the grass. "Short cut," he said simply,
glancing down at me as he led the way across the moonlit meadow, now
taking a brisk diagonal route towards the summit. "There's a much better
view if you go this way. So who cleaned the flat?"
"Well;
” I stopped to slip off my sandals then ran to catch up with him, the
cool grass feeling wonderful beneath my hot, aching feet. "I did. But
only because he got eczema on his hands sometimes. And he hated wearing
rubber gloves. He said they made him; ”
"Who did all the shopping?"
"Look,
if I sent him, he'd pack the trolley with chocolate biscuits and family
packs of crisps and forget to buy milk. It was easier just; ”
"To
do it yourself," Adam finished. He flashed me another smile. "Hmm. I
think, as Claire used to say, the case for the prosecution rests."
I had no defense.
"Oh no," I muttered, shocked to the core. "I really was his mother."
"No, he was just a lousy boyfriend." His tone softened abruptly. "Sweetheart, you deserved so much better."
The
endearment caught me by surprise. Unsure how to react, I stopped and
turned around, only for my breath to catch in my throat.
The
city was a distant sprawl below us, the straight, crisscrossing roads
of the old Roman settlement defined by lines of streetlamps, the orange
glare they cast across the city making it easy to pick out landmarks.
The university college to the north. My old school. The glass tower of
the ASG building where Lisa worked. The roof of the nursery school where
I worked away to the left. And then, below all that, the spire of St
Michael's Church where I'd been christened as a baby and the ancient
cathedral, floodlights bathing both in gold.
"Why haven't I done this before?" I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. "Beautiful. So beautiful."
"I
couldn't agree more." Behind me, Adam's voice was unexpectedly near,
his breath warm on my ear. I let him prise the sandals from my fingers,
watching as he placed them with his jacket on the grass. When he
straightened up, one warm hand landed on my bare upper arm, the other
gently swept the hair away from the nape of my neck. The knowledge he
was about to kiss me there turned my knees to jelly and by the time his
lips actually made contact I was trembling violently, my heart racing so
fast I could barely breathe. "It's okay," he murmured, his steadying
hands dropping to my waist. "This is only going to go as far as you want
it to go. I know you aren't sure whether you can trust me, but I
promise you that you can. And, oh God; ” he gave a short, rather
uncertain laugh "; I can also promise you that I've never done anything
as impulsive as this in my life. It's completely freaking me out."
I'd
be lying if I said that I didn't hear Lisa's voice in my head imploring
me not to trust him. Oddly enough though, another version of Lisa's
voice was telling me that I should. Confusing;
"Why
are you doing it then?" It came out as a whisper. My own voice didn't
seem to be working properly at all. He laughed softly. "Good question.
There doesn't seem to be anything I can do about it. I have to kiss
I turned in his arms he did just that. His mouth was gentle at first,
his tongue tentatively seeking my own as he gathered me close, fitting
my softness into the hard planes of his body. And just as before, when
he deepened the kiss, I began to lose all sense of space and time, my
eyes closing as I surrendered to him, wholly and completely. I knew his
hands on my shoulders, sliding down the spaghetti straps, his fingers
teasing a path over the taut skin of my back, then travelling downwards,
finding the zip at the back of my dress. But when he lowered it I
whimpered into his mouth. "Hey," he murmured, sounding concerned.
shook my head, still dazed by the pleasure of his kiss. He smiled, but
made no attempt to recapture my lips. Slowly, his gaze holding mine the
whole time, he brought his fingers around to my chest, hooking his
thumbs into the front of my dress then easing the fabric forward and
down. I gasped, the shock of exposure turning my already-hardened
nipples into pebbles.
"No bra?" He seemed pleasantly surprised.
"No
point," I countered, casting a nervous glance at my breasts,
pearlescent in the moonlight. Mother Nature hadn't seen fit to give me
an hourglass figure to make the most of my curves. I was a classic pear,
don't know about that." Adam didn't appear at all disappointed, taking a
step back to look his fill, his hands holding the dress at my waist.
"They're beautiful." His eyes lifted, his expression softening when he
saw my disbelief. "You're beautiful."
It
occurred to me that I should be afraid but I wasn't. There was
something more than a little surreal; dreamlike even; about standing
there half-naked in front of him, alone on a hillside. I was center
stage in an empty theatre, the illuminated magnificence of the city
serving as backdrop, Adam the only person in the audience.
"Really?" My voice had deserted me again, the sound coming out as a rather hoarse croak. "They're; they're too small."
He
looked incredulous. "Who told you that?" Once again my expression
must've spoken volumes for in the next moment he gave a disgusted snort.
"Wanker," he said, shaking his head. "He really didn't deserve you."
I laughed weakly, heartened by the vehemence in his tone. "And you do?"
Whoa; Where had that come from? I hadn't intended to throw down the gauntlet.
He
smiled. "Well, I guess I'll have to let you decide." Closing the space
between us, he sought my lips and I was lost, drawn into a swirling
vortex of bliss, my body becoming boneless beneath his assault. I moaned
in protest when he paused, only to moan again as he turned his
attention to my jaw, trailing kisses along to my ear, across my neck, my
shoulder. He moved lower to the rise of my breasts then higher again,
teasing and tormenting me into such a state of need that by the time he
sank to his knees in front of me I was taut with anticipation. And when
he finally drew one painfully erect nipple deep into the moist heat of
his mouth, I cried out, powerless to stop the sound, a surge of pleasure
flooding my body. His hands tightened to support me, a delighted grin
lighting his face. "You nearly came."
It
was true. I could feel the moisture pooling between my thighs,
dampening my knickers. "Adam," I whispered helplessly, more aroused than
I'd ever been in my life but too scared to ask for more, a tiny
fragment of rational thought urging caution. "I've never done anything
know you haven't. I haven't either." Though the words were spoken
calmly enough, I heard a faint tremor to his tone. "But I want you."
I gazed down at him, weak with relief. "I; I want you too."
"Thank
God," he muttered, releasing my waist. There was a soft swishing sound,
a slight breeze and suddenly I was standing there in nothing but my
knickers, my dress in a crumpled heap around my ankles.
"Wow."
Standing up for a better look, Adam appeared gratifyingly stunned. "How
could you possibly believe you aren't beautiful?" Heart thudding
noisily in my ears, I took the hand he offered and stepped out of my
dress, not daring to look anywhere but at his face, in that moment
feeling more attractive, more desirable; hell, sexier; than I'd ever
felt in my life. A moment later it occurred to me that one of us was
still wearing altogether too many clothes. "It's your turn," I gulped,
my shaking fingers reaching for the front of his shirt. He chuckled
softly, watching as I struggled to undo the ridiculously tiny buttons,
his own fingers coming down to help. When the last had popped free, I
spread open his shirt to discover a broad chest and an abdomen rippling
with muscle. "Oh God," I groaned, awed; and frankly, a little afraid.
laughed again, stooping to kiss me. "And now I know why," he murmured
into my mouth, cupping my bottom and pulling me against him until I
could feel the hard bulge of his arousal.
I
nearly came again, the mere thought of his body driving into mine
sending my womb into spasm. Without further preamble, I grabbed his
hips, pushing him away so that I could get to the fastening of his
slacks.
"Wait." His voice hoarse, he stilled my hands with just one of his own, reaching into his pocket with the other.
"What? Oh; ” As he produced his wallet and flicked it open, I felt a stab of relief. Protection. I'd completely forgotten.
"Oh no; ”
"Adam?" But it wasn't difficult to guess what was wrong.
He gazed at me in dismay. "I'm so sorry. I was sure I still had one. Shit, I don't believe this."
I stared back, not quite able to believe it myself. "It's okay," I murmured automatically.
"No,
it's not bloody okay. God; ” He grasped my shoulders and drew me into
his arms, his erection between us a cruel reminder of our predicament.
"I don't suppose you've; ?"
"No,
but; ” I had no experience of condoms; James had refused to wear them,
insisting instead that I took birth control. Typical, I realized, with a
blinding flash of new self-awareness, that he'd make me assume
responsibility for that as well as everything else. And despite our
relationship being long over, I still took those tiny little tablets,
reluctant to lose the order I'd gained over my naturally irregular
cycle. "I'm on the pill," I said, blushing furiously. "I've been taking
it since I was eighteen. You wouldn't get me pregnant." At least, I was
fairly certain he wouldn't. Sometimes I missed a dose here and there,
but I was sure it hadn't happened lately.
As
he pulled back to look at me, I thought I saw a flicker of hope in his
eyes, so when he shook his head my heart sank. "It's not just about
that, though, is it?"
"But
I've never been with anyone but James; I told you; we were both
virgins. And I know he didn't sleep with anyone else while we were
together; still hasn't, if what people tell me is true." I hesitated,
growing increasingly desperate. "And you; you were with Claire; for
what, ten years? Was there; have you; ?" I couldn't bring myself to say
expression seemed to darken. "I never cheated on Claire, if that's what
you're asking, and no, there hasn't been anyone since. And for what
it's worth, I've never had sex without protection. Claire couldn't take
the pill, and before Claire; well, like I said; ” He held me at arms'
length and gazed at me for what felt like an eternity, his hungry eyes
devouring my near-naked body. "Sweetheart, it's a crazy idea."
"Going
to dinner with you was a crazy idea," I whispered. "But I still did
it." And with that same feeling of recklessness that had started all
this, I leaned forward and kissed him.
For
a moment, I didn't think he was going to change his mind. He let me
take charge this time, let me seek entrance to his mouth, my tongue
mating shyly with his. But then, with a loud groan, he wrenched his
mouth from mine and swept me; quite literally; off my feet. "God help
me; I want you!" he growled, whirling me around before setting me down
again, planting kisses all over my face, neck and breasts, his hands
seeming everywhere at once, stroking and caressing me into a state of
reciprocated as best I could, kissing him wherever I could reach, my
own hands heading for just one destination; the front of his trousers.
Having managed to undo his belt, I battled in vain with the button,
growing increasingly frustrated. "Adam; please!"
"Here."
Relenting at last, his fingers replaced my own, unsnapping the button
easily and drawing down the fly. He kicked off his shoes then let me
help him shrug away his trousers and underwear.
It
was my turn to sink to my knees. "Oh God," I breathed, unable to close
my hand around him, my excitement rapidly turning to alarm. "You're
huge."
He made a sound that was half groan, half snort of laughter. "That's very flattering, but I'm not."
"What?"
His eyes widened. "You're serious?"
"You're
not going to fit." I ran my fingers over his cock, marveling at the
girth, his length. I still wanted him; needed him; so very badly, I
could cry with disappointment.
"Sweetheart."
Adam lifted my hand away, his voice gentle. "I promise you, I'm not
that big. Maybe a tiny bit bigger than average, but not much." He knelt
beside me, tilting up my chin with his finger. "So, either you've been
reading some cheesy magazine article on what you should always say to
your man, or, your ex-boyfriend was hung like a hamster."
I stared back at him, disbelieving. "A hamster?"
He nodded, biting his lip.
"This;
” I reached down again, weighing his heavy cock in my palm "; this is
normal?" I couldn't help but stroke it, the skin was so soft, a stark
contrast to the rock hard flesh beneath.
"So
I'm told. Whoa; I can't let you do that again." His voice was taut, his
breathing harsh as he caught my hand again, snatching it away. "Go easy
on me, gorgeous. It's been more than two years."
I
watched as he plucked up his jacket and spread it out on the grass
behind me, all the moisture deserting my mouth. "Two years, eh?" I
squeaked as he seized my shoulders, toppling me backwards and following
me down. He froze, his lips hovering millimeters above my own. "Why?" he
demanded. "How long has it been for you?"
I swallowed hard, reveling in the feel of his warm flesh against mine. "Four."
"Four
years?" He rolled his eyes. "Oh dear God," he muttered. "I'm not going
to last ten seconds. I'd better look after you first."
"Look
after; unh!" His talented mouth came down again, swallowing my words,
driving them straight out of my head. Before tonight, I'd never thought
much about kissing. I'd always enjoyed it; sort of. But with James
there'd always been a point where I'd stopped enjoying and began
enduring, half-suffocated by his lust. With Adam, my need for oxygen was
gone. I was breathing pure Adam. Nothing else mattered.
It
was only when his mouth left mine and began nuzzling lower that I began
to suspect what he had in mind; "Oh no," I groaned as he reached my
tummy, his tongue circling my belly button before moving steadily
downwards. "You can't!"
"Can't
what?" Grinning at me, he tucked his thumbs into the waistband of my
lacy knickers and started to tug. "Can't take these off? Can't kiss you
here?" He touched his lips to the tender strip of skin he'd exposed. "Or
here?" he murmured, sliding my underwear lower and kissing me again,
right on the line where my curls began. I squirmed, scared that I'd
misunderstood his intentions and that I'd make a fool of myself if I
answered. James had never gone down on me, giving me the impression he
found it unnatural, dirty, even; though he'd had no qualms about me
using my mouth on him. "It's; it's not that," I managed.
To be continued in part 3, Based on the works of evans lily, for Literotica. Episode: https://connected-podcast.blogspot.com/2024/11/solstice-changes-part-2_069850659.html
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