Two new spots

by Dylan

On Saturday night, I took Ella out to dinner at a beautiful Italian place in Philadelphia. We’re going to have to remember the place, since we enjoyed the reasonably priced food and service (if you’d like to know where it was, hit us up.) Our conversation over dinner was intellectual as we discussed films based on literary works for a paper Ella is writing. We’re nerds, as you’ll come to discover over time.

But Ella’s apartment is some distance from this restaurant, and it was a nice night, so we decided to walk home rather than take the subway. We continued to talk about movies, but as is often the case, we had trouble keeping our hands off each other. It often begins with a casual touch – a light kiss on the neck, followed by nibbling an earlobe, a shameless grope – and grows rapidly, with one of us being the aggressor. Saturday was no different. I took the lead as I forcefully shoved Ella against multiple walls – not hard enough to hurt her, of course, but enough to clearly assert my dominance – and teased my baby by coming in close for a kiss and pulling away as she reached for one, holding her back with my body pressed firmly against hers. I kissed several times along her neck and collarbone to work her up before finally pressing my lips to hers and allowing her hands to wrap around my head as our tongues met.

It was in this spirit that I noticed, as we crossed a bridge, a stairwell leading to what seemed a relatively deserted area. No harm in checking it out, I figured, and I led my darling down the staircase to discover under the bridge just what I’d hoped – a wall, a fence, and a street leading to nowhere. Hardly a reason for anybody to come by.

Not wanting to waste time, I grabbed Ella by the hair – she does so enjoy when I use her hair as a tool of domination – and guided her to the wall, which I pushed her up against, and I began to kiss roughly as I grinded into her, my hardened cock pressing against her leg. I lifted her shirt to display her bra-covered breasts and lowered my mouth to taste the sweet skin of her chest and, with my fingers, reached under her bra to tease her nipples. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure as she stroked my hair and I licked more and more on her breasts. When I eventually came up for a kiss, she happily returned the favor, sliding her hands under my shirt and teasing my sensitive chest.

“How daring are we?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” my hot girl responded. “I might be daring enough to blow you here.”

As it turns out, reader, we’re not as daring as we’d like to be, not due so much to our own failing but to circumstance. It was a Saturday night, around the hour that most people go bar-hopping, and we were just blocks from a college campus. The timing and location could have been better, and Ella and I told each other as we left our newfound spot that we’d return at a more opportune time.

We did not return there before my brief visit ended. But there have been nights since then that I have fantasized about our return. In my fantasies, Ella puts me up against the wall and kisses me, as her hands reach down my chest and stomach and begin to undo my belt. She unzips my pants and frees my engorged dick, which feels the chill in the cold air, compounded with the wetness of her tongue, which, as she kneels, licks at the head and underside and tastes up all the precum. She counteracts the coldness of my surroundings by taking me deep into her hot, wet mouth, the feeling of it intensified by the hotness in contrast to the cool night air. I want to roll my eyes back in my head but I have to keep a lookout for the unlikely passerby, and Ella takes the opportunity to look up at me and watch me bite my knuckle to stifle the moans.

More than once since Saturday I’ve jerked off to this fantasy. Two great new spots found in one night. Next time, we might have to just skip dinner.

~ by Dylan on November 17, 2008.