Blue Moon
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By Reader Submitted
Published on August 17, 2010
It was one of those nights that just begged for something wild to jump off.... The weather was hot and sultry, and there was a blue moon. Contrary to popular belief, a blue moon isn’t the second full moon of the month. Rather it is the third full moon of a season (or quarter), which is expected to have four. The norm is three per season, and tonight fell way outside of the norm.
Johanna was at her favorite restaurant for dining alone. She was dressed in a brief yellow sun dress and her favorite red mules, for good measure. It was a balmy night, so when the host asked where she wanted to sit, she chose the patio. As she made her way to her table, she noticed the sole occupant of the intimate little space—a lone patron sitting in a dark corner lit by a small candle. In that light, his chiseled profile made a striking impression. They exchanged the briefest of smiles in acknowledgement as she passed.
Once Johanna was settled in, a cute young waiter with dark blond hair and the most gorgeous eyes approached her table. “Good evening, ma’am. A beautiful woman such as yourself is all alone tonight? I certainly don’t understand why that is..... My name is
Andrew, and I am here to take very good care of you. Can I get you a drink to get you started?”
Looking into his sable brown eyes Johanna replied with her sexiest smile, “ Well hello, Andrew. You certainly may. What do you suggest?” Andrew flashed a sexy grin and asked, “Do you like alcohol, ma’am?” Johanna rolled her eyes,laughed softly, and replied “Yes, Andrew, I do.”
“Excellent! If you are you a Martini Girl ma’am, then I really recommend the Tiramisu. It’s a frothy concoction with whipped cream, but it’s not too sweet. Like you, it’s just the perfect thing for this hot evening,” said Andrew as he finished up with Johanna’s dinner order and rushed off for her drink.
Upon returning with the Tiramisu, Andrew hung back for a few minutes to chat. “I bet a beer would go really well with that burger you just ordered. What do you like? Something light, or would you prefer to go a little bolder?” His eyes twinkled as he waited for the order.
Slowly licking her lips, Johanna replied, “Hmm.... A beer sounds really good. I think it would go perfectly with my meal, Andrew. Do you have a suggestion for it as well? Keep in mind that my beer should be like me - full bodied and bold, leaving just a subtle hint of taste on the tongue.”
Upon clearing his throat, Andrew said, “ Let me bring you a Smitehson’s Ale then. A good Irish that knows how to treat a beautiful lady quite well. What size would you like?” Without missing a beat Johanna replied, “Make it a pint, Andrew. That should be big enough to fill me. Anything less will just make me mad.” “Um hmm.... Yes, ma’am,” Andrew replied. “I sure appreciate a woman who knows what she wants and asks for it.”
Johanna tucked into the crisp side salad, and had just polished off half of the burger when Andrew returned. “How is everything? Did you like your drinks?” he asked looking expectantly at her. Johanna laughed at his enthusiasm and replied, “They were perfect, Andrew.”
“Excellent! Shall I bring you a box for that, Beautiful? Can I get anything else for you?” he asked? Johanna smiled as she said, “No, Andrew, I’m going to eat all of that, and I can think of quite a few things I bet you could bring me, but can you get me a glass of ice?” Returning her smile Andrew replied, “Umm, yes. Need to cool down your beer?” With a look that could not be mistaken, Johanna answered, “Hmm.... No, that isn’t quite what I need to cool off right now”
Andrew quickly returned with the requested item, and seemingly on fire himself, he stopped, dropped and rolled off without engaging Johanna in the banter she had come to expect with his visits to her table. Focused on the frosty glass, and oblivious to the two pairs of eyes trained on her every move, Johanna used her tongue to remove a chunk of ice and transferred it to her hand. She lifted the errant locs that had escaped her upswept do and rubbed the cube on the smooth brown skin at the back of her neck.
She moaned at the relief the ice provided from the heat. She continued slowly rubbing the cube across her shoulders and around and into the deep vee at the front of her dress. As her tongue lapped at the water left in the wake of the rapidly melting cube, the sharp intake of breath and the softly whispered “Mercy” brought her patio companions back into her awareness. Johanna seemed to not care that she had an audience, or maybe it was their presence which caused her to raise the hem of her already short dress and rub the next two chunks along her inner thighs.
As she perused her bill, Johanna munched on the remaining ice and wondered what had become of Andrew since she was settling it up with a different wait person. When she walked back through the restaurant on her way to the car, she heard Andrew call out to her, “I hope to see you again real soon ma’am! Please, enjoy your evening.” Johanna smiled thinking of his hastily scribbled note on the back of the bill in her purse....
Johanna had just chirped the alarm on the BMW and opened the rear door to toss her purse in when she felt arms about her waist and soft, moist lips nuzzling her ear.
“Do you know how fucking hot it is to see you get your flirt on?” The question, asked in the brownest of baritones with a hint of the brogue, came as Blake spun Johanna quickly around and claimed her lips in what became a mind-altering kiss of pure possession. They were both winded and gasping when he broke it off just long enough for her to get a brief glimpse of his longish, coal black hair and cobalt blue eyes. His amazing features were hidden in shadow when she passed him on the patio, but the thought of him watching her had been enough to make her moist. The strange gleam in them now caused a thin, wet trail to run down her thigh. His penetrating eyes seemed to gaze into her very soul and sent a tingling awareness through her body. She felt chill bumps curl around her spine as is look seemed to capture her every thought and emotion.
“I can’t wait Baby,” Blake whispered hotly against her lips, and any words Johanna might have uttered were cut short. He lifted her easily, and balanced her against the car as he hiked the short dress up, and brought her legs up to wrap around his. The rasp of his zipper sounded loudly in her ears as his other hand ripped the panties from her body. Scant wisps of lace floated to the ground.
He nuzzled her, sending jolts of electricity racing over her skin. He grabbed the lobe of her ear with his lips, pulled it into his mouth and bit. Johanna shuddered as one hand found and caressed her swollen clit before he slid his finger into her now-dripping folds to withdraw the sweet nectar he found there to lubricate her.
Johanna arched sharply, her back pressed against the car frame as Blake’s fingers pushed deeper. They both moaned at the feeling, and he asked “Do you want it Johanna? Do you want me?” Noting the hot look burning in his passion darkened eyes, Johanna had barely nodded her assent when she felt his long shaft glide home, pushing past her swollen lips to press deep inside her core. His long cock felt like it’s tip was resting somewhere between her womb and the back of her throat as her cum-slickened pussy walls molded themselves to accommodate him.
Johanna’s breath came in gasps as Blake held onto her hips and began to thrust into her with shallow strokes. She tightenedaround his shaft, clenching it, trying to milk it as he plunged deeper into her. “Damn, Joh. You are so fucking tight and wet,” gasped Blake. He swore that he felt electricity shoot directly to his stomach from his balls and cock when he felt her pussy grab him in the grip that made his eyes roll back in his head.
Blake marveled at how good Johanna felt wrapped around him. He hadn’t meant to fuck her in the darkened parking lot like a lust-filled adolescent. But, damn! When he saw the waiter’s reaction to her show with the ice cubes he all but lost his mind! He was
reduced to tunnel vision and had to get at Johanna. Blake, had to claim her and nothing else had mattered as he had waited for her to leave the restaurant.
Blake groaned again and clenched his teeth as he felt Joh grind against him to the sensual beat that was only playing in her head. His strokes became stronger, his cock pistoned in and out, and pressed deeply into her body. With precision, he pulled out slowly until only the knob of his shaft sat within her cum-slick entrance, only to plunge quickly back in. “Umm....” Johanna’s groan of pleasure made his already impressive cock grown harder inside her, and caused him to release a shuddering moan of his own as
her hips matched each of his strokes.
Johanna saw spontaneous combustion in her immediate future as Blake angled his hips so that he hit the spots guaranteed to make her scream. She almost lost it as he bit one engorged nipple through the gauzy dress, and tweaked the other sharply with his thumb and forefinger. “Fuck! What are you doing to me?” she cried out as he grabbed her hands and forced them high above her head.
Blake smiled darkly as he took in the blush of her skin and observed that her eyes were like slits, nearly closed. Her pleasure was close, and the thought made his cock throb painfully in anticipation. His heart hammered in his chest, his balls tightened and he
slammed his mouth onto hers to capture her panting breaths and mounting screams.
He stepped up the tempo of his thrusts, driving her relentlessly and unrepentantly into the richly upholstered leather seat. He was on fire, sweat dripped from him onto her as his hips whipped them both to a fevered pitch. Each powerful thrust inside her hot pussy caused her head to bounce on the door behind her. He knew that anyone who stumbled upon them in the dark parking lot would get an eyeful, but he couldn’t-no he wouldn’tstop the hard pounding now. He did ease Johanna down and away from the door so that the force of his syncopated thrusts, jamming into her and rocking them both, didn’t leave her addled.
His nostrils flared as he caught her scent and the smell of sex in the small space. His breathing came in small groans as she arched her back, pressing her breasts into his palms, opening herself to him, granting him deeper access. He was amazed at the picture she presented as she gave herself over to him. How could anyone be so wild, so exotic, so fucking beautiful when they were panting and covered in sweat?
Blake buried his nose in the space between her ear and shoulder, and Inhaled sharply as her pussy grasped at him once again. “Blake...” Johanna cried as his tongue snaked down the side of her neck. They both felt the urgency as her body surged up to meet him thrust-for-thrust. “Oh God! Yes.” she hissed, as his hard strokes rocked into her, and each jab moved them closer to release.
Johanna pulled Blake’s mouth down and latched on to give him her cries to swallow as his magical member screwed into her with precisely controlled, circular motions. She felt her pussy clamping down on his dick as pleasure enveloped her in waves. Her body covered him with cream as he moved savagely in and out.
Blake knew he wouldn’t last much longer as he felt her hips roll and twist beneath him. She widened her legs as much as she could in their impromptu space, allowing him to go just a bit deeper. He tore his lips from hers, gripped her hips and threw his head back. “I need to cum now,” he thundered as he felt the telltale grip on his cock. “Are you ready?”
Blake pistoned furiously into Johanna as his fingers dug into her overheated flesh. His balls ached as the blood rushed from his head to his orgasm. He came in painful spurts, cum blasting from his cock. He took note of the look of ecstasy stamped upon her beautiful face as he felt Johanna shudder beneath him.
After taking a moment to get his breath back, Blake raised the weight of his spent body from Johanna’s damp torso, and looked into her eyes. “We should eat out more often”
Written By: The Twisted Purl
Contest Entry
It was one of those nights that just begged for something wild to jump off.... The weather was hot and sultry, and there was a blue moon.
It was one of those nights that just begged for something wild to jump off.... The weather was hot and sultry, and there was a blue moon.
Blue Moon
It was one of those nights that just begged for something wild to jump off.... The weather was hot and sultry, and there was a blue moon. Contrary to popular belief, a blue moon isn’t the second full moon of the month. Rather it is the third full moon of a season (or quarter), which is expected to have four. The norm is three per season, and tonight fell way outside of the norm.
Johanna was at her favorite restaurant for dining alone. She was dressed in a brief yellow sun dress and her favorite red mules, for good measure. It was a balmy night, so when the host asked where she wanted to sit, she chose the patio. As she made her way to her table, she noticed the sole occupant of the intimate little space—a lone patron sitting in a dark corner lit by a small candle. In that light, his chiseled profile made a striking impression. They exchanged the briefest of smiles in acknowledgement as she passed.
Once Johanna was settled in, a cute young waiter with dark blond hair and the most gorgeous eyes approached her table. “Good evening, ma’am. A beautiful woman such as yourself is all alone tonight? I certainly don’t understand why that is..... My name is
Andrew, and I am here to take very good care of you. Can I get you a drink to get you started?”
Looking into his sable brown eyes Johanna replied with her sexiest smile, “ Well hello, Andrew. You certainly may. What do you suggest?” Andrew flashed a sexy grin and asked, “Do you like alcohol, ma’am?” Johanna rolled her eyes,laughed softly, and replied “Yes, Andrew, I do.”
“Excellent! If you are you a Martini Girl ma’am, then I really recommend the Tiramisu. It’s a frothy concoction with whipped cream, but it’s not too sweet. Like you, it’s just the perfect thing for this hot evening,” said Andrew as he finished up with Johanna’s dinner order and rushed off for her drink.
Upon returning with the Tiramisu, Andrew hung back for a few minutes to chat. “I bet a beer would go really well with that burger you just ordered. What do you like? Something light, or would you prefer to go a little bolder?” His eyes twinkled as he waited for the order.
Slowly licking her lips, Johanna replied, “Hmm.... A beer sounds really good. I think it would go perfectly with my meal, Andrew. Do you have a suggestion for it as well? Keep in mind that my beer should be like me - full bodied and bold, leaving just a subtle hint of taste on the tongue.”
Upon clearing his throat, Andrew said, “ Let me bring you a Smitehson’s Ale then. A good Irish that knows how to treat a beautiful lady quite well. What size would you like?” Without missing a beat Johanna replied, “Make it a pint, Andrew. That should be big enough to fill me. Anything less will just make me mad.” “Um hmm.... Yes, ma’am,” Andrew replied. “I sure appreciate a woman who knows what she wants and asks for it.”
Johanna tucked into the crisp side salad, and had just polished off half of the burger when Andrew returned. “How is everything? Did you like your drinks?” he asked looking expectantly at her. Johanna laughed at his enthusiasm and replied, “They were perfect, Andrew.”
“Excellent! Shall I bring you a box for that, Beautiful? Can I get anything else for you?” he asked? Johanna smiled as she said, “No, Andrew, I’m going to eat all of that, and I can think of quite a few things I bet you could bring me, but can you get me a glass of ice?” Returning her smile Andrew replied, “Umm, yes. Need to cool down your beer?” With a look that could not be mistaken, Johanna answered, “Hmm.... No, that isn’t quite what I need to cool off right now”
Andrew quickly returned with the requested item, and seemingly on fire himself, he stopped, dropped and rolled off without engaging Johanna in the banter she had come to expect with his visits to her table. Focused on the frosty glass, and oblivious to the two pairs of eyes trained on her every move, Johanna used her tongue to remove a chunk of ice and transferred it to her hand. She lifted the errant locs that had escaped her upswept do and rubbed the cube on the smooth brown skin at the back of her neck.
She moaned at the relief the ice provided from the heat. She continued slowly rubbing the cube across her shoulders and around and into the deep vee at the front of her dress. As her tongue lapped at the water left in the wake of the rapidly melting cube, the sharp intake of breath and the softly whispered “Mercy” brought her patio companions back into her awareness. Johanna seemed to not care that she had an audience, or maybe it was their presence which caused her to raise the hem of her already short dress and rub the next two chunks along her inner thighs.
As she perused her bill, Johanna munched on the remaining ice and wondered what had become of Andrew since she was settling it up with a different wait person. When she walked back through the restaurant on her way to the car, she heard Andrew call out to her, “I hope to see you again real soon ma’am! Please, enjoy your evening.” Johanna smiled thinking of his hastily scribbled note on the back of the bill in her purse....
Johanna had just chirped the alarm on the BMW and opened the rear door to toss her purse in when she felt arms about her waist and soft, moist lips nuzzling her ear.
“Do you know how fucking hot it is to see you get your flirt on?” The question, asked in the brownest of baritones with a hint of the brogue, came as Blake spun Johanna quickly around and claimed her lips in what became a mind-altering kiss of pure possession. They were both winded and gasping when he broke it off just long enough for her to get a brief glimpse of his longish, coal black hair and cobalt blue eyes. His amazing features were hidden in shadow when she passed him on the patio, but the thought of him watching her had been enough to make her moist. The strange gleam in them now caused a thin, wet trail to run down her thigh. His penetrating eyes seemed to gaze into her very soul and sent a tingling awareness through her body. She felt chill bumps curl around her spine as is look seemed to capture her every thought and emotion.
“I can’t wait Baby,” Blake whispered hotly against her lips, and any words Johanna might have uttered were cut short. He lifted her easily, and balanced her against the car as he hiked the short dress up, and brought her legs up to wrap around his. The rasp of his zipper sounded loudly in her ears as his other hand ripped the panties from her body. Scant wisps of lace floated to the ground.
He nuzzled her, sending jolts of electricity racing over her skin. He grabbed the lobe of her ear with his lips, pulled it into his mouth and bit. Johanna shuddered as one hand found and caressed her swollen clit before he slid his finger into her now-dripping folds to withdraw the sweet nectar he found there to lubricate her.
Johanna arched sharply, her back pressed against the car frame as Blake’s fingers pushed deeper. They both moaned at the feeling, and he asked “Do you want it Johanna? Do you want me?” Noting the hot look burning in his passion darkened eyes, Johanna had barely nodded her assent when she felt his long shaft glide home, pushing past her swollen lips to press deep inside her core. His long cock felt like it’s tip was resting somewhere between her womb and the back of her throat as her cum-slickened pussy walls molded themselves to accommodate him.
Johanna’s breath came in gasps as Blake held onto her hips and began to thrust into her with shallow strokes. She tightenedaround his shaft, clenching it, trying to milk it as he plunged deeper into her. “Damn, Joh. You are so fucking tight and wet,” gasped Blake. He swore that he felt electricity shoot directly to his stomach from his balls and cock when he felt her pussy grab him in the grip that made his eyes roll back in his head.
Blake marveled at how good Johanna felt wrapped around him. He hadn’t meant to fuck her in the darkened parking lot like a lust-filled adolescent. But, damn! When he saw the waiter’s reaction to her show with the ice cubes he all but lost his mind! He was
reduced to tunnel vision and had to get at Johanna. Blake, had to claim her and nothing else had mattered as he had waited for her to leave the restaurant.
Blake groaned again and clenched his teeth as he felt Joh grind against him to the sensual beat that was only playing in her head. His strokes became stronger, his cock pistoned in and out, and pressed deeply into her body. With precision, he pulled out slowly until only the knob of his shaft sat within her cum-slick entrance, only to plunge quickly back in. “Umm....” Johanna’s groan of pleasure made his already impressive cock grown harder inside her, and caused him to release a shuddering moan of his own as
her hips matched each of his strokes.
Johanna saw spontaneous combustion in her immediate future as Blake angled his hips so that he hit the spots guaranteed to make her scream. She almost lost it as he bit one engorged nipple through the gauzy dress, and tweaked the other sharply with his thumb and forefinger. “Fuck! What are you doing to me?” she cried out as he grabbed her hands and forced them high above her head.
Blake smiled darkly as he took in the blush of her skin and observed that her eyes were like slits, nearly closed. Her pleasure was close, and the thought made his cock throb painfully in anticipation. His heart hammered in his chest, his balls tightened and he
slammed his mouth onto hers to capture her panting breaths and mounting screams.
He stepped up the tempo of his thrusts, driving her relentlessly and unrepentantly into the richly upholstered leather seat. He was on fire, sweat dripped from him onto her as his hips whipped them both to a fevered pitch. Each powerful thrust inside her hot pussy caused her head to bounce on the door behind her. He knew that anyone who stumbled upon them in the dark parking lot would get an eyeful, but he couldn’t-no he wouldn’tstop the hard pounding now. He did ease Johanna down and away from the door so that the force of his syncopated thrusts, jamming into her and rocking them both, didn’t leave her addled.
His nostrils flared as he caught her scent and the smell of sex in the small space. His breathing came in small groans as she arched her back, pressing her breasts into his palms, opening herself to him, granting him deeper access. He was amazed at the picture she presented as she gave herself over to him. How could anyone be so wild, so exotic, so fucking beautiful when they were panting and covered in sweat?
Blake buried his nose in the space between her ear and shoulder, and Inhaled sharply as her pussy grasped at him once again. “Blake...” Johanna cried as his tongue snaked down the side of her neck. They both felt the urgency as her body surged up to meet him thrust-for-thrust. “Oh God! Yes.” she hissed, as his hard strokes rocked into her, and each jab moved them closer to release.
Johanna pulled Blake’s mouth down and latched on to give him her cries to swallow as his magical member screwed into her with precisely controlled, circular motions. She felt her pussy clamping down on his dick as pleasure enveloped her in waves. Her body covered him with cream as he moved savagely in and out.
Blake knew he wouldn’t last much longer as he felt her hips roll and twist beneath him. She widened her legs as much as she could in their impromptu space, allowing him to go just a bit deeper. He tore his lips from hers, gripped her hips and threw his head back. “I need to cum now,” he thundered as he felt the telltale grip on his cock. “Are you ready?”
Blake pistoned furiously into Johanna as his fingers dug into her overheated flesh. His balls ached as the blood rushed from his head to his orgasm. He came in painful spurts, cum blasting from his cock. He took note of the look of ecstasy stamped upon her beautiful face as he felt Johanna shudder beneath him.
After taking a moment to get his breath back, Blake raised the weight of his spent body from Johanna’s damp torso, and looked into her eyes. “We should eat out more often”
Written By: The Twisted Purl