Brunch in Carmel

It's Sunday morning in our flat in San Francisco's Marina district. The sun shines through the large bedroom window, waking me gently. I pad out to make us coffee as Julie awakens slowly.

I return with two mugs and sit on the edge of the bed next to her. I know there's nothing on Julie's schedule for today, and I have deliberately kept my own agenda clear.

"Get up," I say as the aroma of fresh coffee gently awakens her. "Let's drive down to Carmel for brunch."

Carmel is a lovely city on the Pacific coast, about 100 miles south of San Francisco. It's full of rock formations and twisted cypress trees, lots of little shops full of homemade candles and crystals and tie-dye - and some of California's best restaurants. Our favorite is on a rocky bluff overlooking the ocean. The waves crash into the rocks below the outdoor deck where we have our brunch. It's a favorite destination.

Julie kisses me with enthusiasm for the idea. It's been too long since we've been there.

I hurry to shower as she dresses. I wear shorts and a loose T-shirt, while she pulls on a flowered sundress. It's a hot, sunny day.

We go downstairs and I back the MGB out of the garage. I've put the top down so we can enjoy the sun along the way.

I take the twisty coastal route instead of the highway. It takes a little longer, but the scenery makes the delay more than worthwhile. We pass through foggy valleys where artichokes are grown. Curve around rocky hills. Climb up and down along the rocky formations of the coast. We pass San Bruno, Half Moon Bay.

Julie fiddles with the radio to find some music, but the reception isn’t good on the coastal route. Besides, with the top down it's hard to hear the radio anyway. Or even to make conversation. So we ride along in companionable silence, taking in the views, the sun sparkling on the ocean, the redwoods standing like giants in their groves, acres of farmland with the occasional cow.

I reach over and place my hand on her thigh below the hem of the sundress. I feel her skin soft, warmed by the sun.

I remove my hand to downshift into a curve, then replace it. Julie leans back to let the sun and wind caress her body. God, it's a beautiful day.

I look at her. I see her shoulders covered only by the thin straps of the sundress, her legs stretched out as she leans back, her thighs lit by the sun. I feel her warm skin under my hand once more and my appetite for brunch begins to fade in favor of a more primal hunger.

I glance over at her again. Her head is tilted back, her eyes closed. She is reveling in the sensual experience of the day, the sun and the rushing wind as we speed down the coast road.

But I'm not thinking about brunch anymore. I feel a sudden wetness in my panties, an emptiness, a seed of desire. I grip her thigh a little harder and she makes a half-smile.

In an instant I am resolved. We approach Watsonville - farm country - and I turn off the coastal highway to head into the small town. I am looking for something...I'm not sure what...and then I see it: a dirt road leading into a vineyard.

I turn impulsively, and suddenly we are bumping along the dirt road. Julie raises her head and looks at me. I see her mouth a question, but I can't hear her above the roar of the engine. I just pat her thigh in reassurance: everything's all right.

There's a row of trees ahead of us along the dirt road. I don't know what kind of trees they are. It's shady beneath them as I pull to a stop.

I cut off the engine and suddenly it is quiet as we sit in the shade. Julie begins to ask what we are doing here but I cut her off with a kiss - not our normal kiss, the one that begins softly and slowly builds in intensity, but an urgent, hard, grinding kiss. All of a sudden. My arm is around her neck, pulling her to me so I can kiss her hard. My kiss tells her all she needs to know about the desire that has been building in me during our ride. About how the sight of her hair fluttering in the wind, the blissful expression on her face, her bare shoulders, and her sweet thighs have combined to make me need her.

I pull off my T-shirt and toss it into the back seat, then reach over and push down the straps of her dress, exposing her small, pale breasts to the fresh air and the sunlight. I kiss her again as I rise up to kneel on my seat so I can push my shorts and panties off. My need for her has been building and it is now beyond my power to resist.

"Brunch?" she asks.

"Later," I say, in a voice that surprises me. It sounds almost like a growl.

I reach up her thighs to grasp her panties in my hands and pull them down, roughly, all at once. I have to lift her legs one by one to work them off. I raise the sundress's hem to her waist.

Now Julie is reclined on the leather seats of the MGB, in the shade of the tree on someone's farm road, with me kneeling between her legs. I don't know where we are or if some farmer will come along any minute. But it doesn't matter. I need her now.

I raise a hand to her face and pull her to me. I kiss her again, urgently and thoroughly, as my hands roam over her body. She feels smooth and soft under my touch, her skin warmed by the sun during our drive. I gasp at the smooth roundness of her thighs, the firmness of her belly. Everywhere I touch I leave trails of goosebumps on her skin. My breath is labored, fast and shallow.

And then I let my hand stray lower, down her belly, lower, until I find her secret core hot. She parts her thighs and I touch her, and my fingers find her ready for my touch. She parts for me like the petals of a flower as I begin to caress and rub her sweet pussy.

She bends down to kiss my breasts – she knows how sensitive my dark nipples are – but I pull back. I drop my face to her breast and begin licking, sucking, flicking my tongue at her light pink nipple. I continue to rub my fingers against her wet pussy and her swollen clit. I hear a low moan that is the signal she is going to cum and I maintain the steady pace that will, I know, carry her to orgasm.

And I need that. I need to hear her moans catch in her throat, feel her body writhe and twist under my touch, feel her hands grip me hard as her body is shaken with tender bliss. I want to kiss her as her orgasm shakes her.

The drive and the sun and her bare thighs have driven me to this.

I am losing myself in Julie's sweet body. The sun beats down on our bodies as  I caress her. She raises one foot, opening herself wider to my touch as her delicate toes rest on the dashboard. I push a finger, then two, into her as my thumb continues to circle and twist and mash against her slippery clit.

And then her orgasm arrives. She gasps as she arches her back, her thighs clamping tight together to trap my hand. She cries out and I wonder once more if the farmer is nearby. Her upper body leans forward as if she is going to curl up into a ball, then rocks back against the seat, shaking it as she bangs herself against it again and again. The orgasm rolls through her.

She convulses and shakes and squirms and cums for what seems an endless time. And then I collapse onto her, folding my weight onto her half-naked body. She tangles her fingers in my hair against her breast as she struggles to regain her breath. I feel her heart pounding.

After a time, I sit up. I see Julie bare-breasted in the sunlight, her dress pulled down to expose her, her skirt pushed up to her waist, shoved aside so I can get at her. Her legs are spread wide for me and the freckled plain of her chest is colored with a rosy blush.

I look deeply into her eyes. “That,” I say, “was intense.”

I slowly return to something like the real world. My immediate lusty need is satiated, but I know I am not done with Julie today.

I kiss her thigh as I pull her foot down off the dashboard. I clamber up to a standing position on the floorboards between her thighs so I can pull on my clothes. I see a tractor working the fields in the distance, and now I hear the occasional car passing on the road behind us. The sun shines from a cloudless sky.

I work my way back into the driver's seat and start the car as Julie finds her panties and pulls them on. She works her hands into the lowered straps of her sundress and wriggles it back into place, raising her seat back to a sitting position.

I exhale with a deep sigh. "I needed that. You. All at once."

She hushes me with a smile, declining my apology. I'll love her more romantically next time.

I turn the car around and make my way back down the bumpy dirt road through the farmer's field, then back along the Watsonville road to the Coast Highway. If I drive fast we can still make Carmel in time for brunch.

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