One Magical Night

I lean down and lick you thru the fabric and you shudder. Then pulling it to one side I slip my tongue into your succulent pussy. 

“Ohhhhhhhh!” you moan loudly, as I continue stroking your clit with the tip of my tongue.

Then I rip the thong from your body in one movement. You jump, a bit startled, but then relax as I press a finger into your love canal. 

“Angel, I want this Valentine’s Day to be one you will always remember.”

You start humping my finger as if it was a cock in your cunt, moaning, “More, baby, I need more!”

I let a second finger join the first and piston them in and out of you. “No, baby, moreeeeeeeee!” you almost shout, so I add a third finger to your sopping cunt.

“Ohhhhhhh yesssss, that’s it lover, fuck my cunt!!” you now shout.

Then you hear IT, the low humming, the familiar sound. I slide my fingers from your hungry pussy and replace them with IT. You start to thrust your hips up frantically now, meeting my every move with one of your own. I thrust IT in and out, in and out, as your breathing becomes more labored. 

“Wow, wow, wowwwwww!!” you exclaim, as you gush for the first time ever.

I’m shocked, but elated to see that you have finally reached that point in orgasm which you have always wanted. You gush all over my hand and the sheets beneath you. It puddles before sinking into the fabric. 

You wiggle and squirm against IT wanting more. I pump again and again inside of you with IT. You hump IT like IT was the biggest, fattest cock you had ever had. Then you gush all over me and IT again. I laugh with excitement, while you moan with lust and joy.

Sensing your exhaustion I stop and withdraw IT. I pull back and look into your eyes smiling, knowing that this will truly be one Valentine’s Day to remember; for both of us.

You pull me down and wrap your arms around me, whispering into my ear, “Baby you did it, you did it. You made me gush baby. Oh thank you darling, thank you for that. I didn’t think it was possible, never possible for me. Wow that was so awesome!!”

We nestle together and fall asleep in each other’s arms. We wake two hours later adjusting our eyes to the darkness that has fallen around us. Looking at the clock we see that it is now dinner time.

“I have another surprise for you my angel,” I muse.

“What? What? What have you gone and done now?” you giggle.

“We need to get up and shower and dress my love. There is a box sitting in the shower stall for you. Please do as instructed on the note in the box. I will be back in a little bit. There is something I need to take care of.” 

With that I get up and dress and leave the camper. As I close the door behind me I see you sitting up on the bed with a confused look on your face. This pleases me.

You get up now and look out the window, hoping to see where I have gone, but I turn the corner of another bigger truck and disappear from your view. You turn and look toward the bathroom, shrugging your shoulders and moving to do as I have instructed of you.

You reach into the shower and lift out the shiny red box with the big fancy red bow on it. Removing the bow and then lifting the lid off your eyes light up. A smile spreads across your face as you gently ease out the contents one at a time. 

First there is a pair of sheer black, silk stockings and a black lacy garter belt with one tiny red bow on the front. Then you find a matching demi bra. Under these articles is the prettiest black, silk cocktail dress you ever laid eyes on. You pull it up out of the box and standing in front of the mirror hold it up to you. It is nothing in comparison to your beauty but you are amazed that I have such excellent taste in clothing. 

The last thing in the bottom of the box is a little envelope. You bring it up and take the note out. Here is what it says: 

“My dearest angel, we have been together now one year exactly. Do you remember our first Valentine’s Day my love? We were both so nervous and excited about meeting. I remember how your eyes lit up when you first saw me and I remember also how my heart missed a beat when I saw you. 

You stood there so lovely in your little blue jeans and sweater. We had decided to make it informal, remember darling? Well this year is different. We are no longer strangers, we are now lovers. I want this to be the most special Valentine’s Day. One you will remember for the rest of our lives. I have one final surprise for you, but it will have to wait till later. Now get ready my sweet. Put on these things I have chosen for you and make yourself beautiful like you always do. I will be back in an hour.”

You hurriedly get yourself ready, primping and fussing over every detail, from shaving your luscious legs to putting the finishing touches to your makeup. When I return an hour later you are a site to behold. My eyes light up when I enter the camper and see you standing there.

“Oh angel my love, you are a vision of beauty,” I marvel.

“Thank you darling, but I think you are a bit biased,” you quip.

“Well be that as it may, you are the most beautiful woman I know,” I reply as I pull you into my arms and kiss you tenderly.

“Now I must shower and shave. Give me twenty minutes sweetie and then we will go out.”

I kiss you one final time and then dart for the bathroom, grabbing the garment bag from the closet. Looking back over my shoulder as I close the door I blow you a kiss and you return one to me smiling brightly.

Twenty minutes later I step out of the bathroom and your eyes light up. “Oh baby, you look so handsome,” you coo at me.

“Yeah, yeah, you say that to all the men,” I chuckle.

“Well yes I do. So what is your point?” you laughingly query.

I look out the window and tell you it’s time to leave. You slip your heels on and grab your purse on the way out the door. Then you see it. It is the biggest white limo you have ever seen! 

You turn to me with tears in your eyes and whimper, “Oh sweetheart this is too much.”

“No my darling angel, nothing is too much for you.”

You hug me close and we turn and walk to the limo. The driver is waiting there with the door open and you slip inside first with me following. We settle into the luxurious seats and get comfy. I pull you into my arms and you lay your head against my shoulder, sighing softly.

“Why the sighs love?”

You look up at me smiling, “It is a sigh of joy sweetheart.”

I snuggle you a bit closer and you purr into my chest. The limo pulls away and we start our trek toward our destination. You ask me where we are going but I won’t divulge that to you yet. 

Reaching over I pull the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and pop the cork. You take the two crystal glasses and hold them while I pour the bubbly into them. We clink our glasses together and toast each other. 

You giggle as you sip yours, the bubbles tickling your nose and I chuckle heartily, “Angel, you are so cute.”

The limo stops and the driver steps out, coming around to let us out. Your eyes light up when you see where we are. We have just pulled up to the Historic Inn at Little Washington, one of the most elegant Hotels in all of Virginia and boasting one of the top ten restaurants in the world. Reviewers have dubbed it the Promised Land and the patrons as “pilgrims”. Throwing your arms around my neck you burst with joy. 

“Oh darling, I have always wanted to come here. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you gush, as you kiss me between each thank you.

Gently easing you back I wrap my arm around your waist and guide you into the restaurant. The maitre d approaches us and requests our name. 

“Peters,” I say, smiling. 

“This way Mr. and Mrs. Peters,” he cordially says.

You giggle at the Mrs. Peters and I smile at you. He leads us into the grandeur dining room. The theme is most romantic. There is soft lighting from the lampshades that float above each of the 30 tables and roses everywhere. A four piece strings ensemble is playing soothing music in one corner of the room. Most of the tables are already filled with couples whose eyes reflect the magic of the night. I love the elated look on your face and in your eyes.