Tennessee Nights' Secrets

My wife is Heather, twenty, and I am Steve, twenty-two. We’ve been married for six months. We grew up in church, our fathers being the lay pastor and assistant/youth pastor, and we were both virgins when we married. Our honeymoon was beautiful, but we were so sheltered. After all, we lived in rural Tennessee, and our families schooled us in a church homeschool co-op. We have both been enjoying our newfound sex life a lot, as well as life on our own. We still live in the same community and follow the same lifestyle as we had growing up—mostly. But we now venture down the mountain to the city on occasion; there, we don’t have to hide our outward displays of love and affection like we are expected to back home.

Yesterday, when I got home from work, Heather greeted me by jumping in my arms. She hugged and kissed me madly, which usually means she wants some quality, unrestrained sex. I scooped her into my arms and started upstairs, but Heather stopped me and told me to hurry up and shower because we were going on a date. Once I was clean and dressed, Heather handed me the keys to my old truck she hates.

“I want to go on a proper date where I can sit close to you,” she explained.

When we got to the truck, I opened the door for Heather. As she climbed up into the bench seat, I got a nice view of her toned legs and checked out her butt.

Heather looked at me and smiled. “I like when you check me out like that,” she said as she slid to the middle of the truck and fastened her seatbelt.

I climbed in and asked where we were headed.

“Take me to the movies,” she requested. “I wanna go to the drive-in. There’s a double-feature tonight.”

I looked at her, confused because she had never requested this before. But when she began rubbing my thigh, her hand inching closer to my penis, I started to get the picture.

Heather’s hand closed around my bulge, and she moaned. I don’t think she expected to find me already so hard. She kept up her teasing handiwork all the way down the holler and into town. By the time we pulled into the drive-in theater, my heart was pounding, and I felt like I was going to cum in my pants.

Once we found a spot to park, Heather asked me to get us some popcorn and drinks. When I returned from the concession stand, my penis still painfully hard, I noticed that she had put on makeup—something she almost never wears. I particularly noticed that her lips were a bright, shiny red. She had her dress unbuttoned at the top, showing off more cleavage than I could remember her ever displaying, and her hardened nipples poking through her dress made it obvious she’d removed her bra.

I stopped short, gawking at her.

“It takes a man to appreciate a woman who knows how to dress herself,” she purred, her eyes locked on mine.

“More than I ever imagined!” An uncontrollable grin broke out on my face as I handed her the popcorn and drinks and climbed in beside her.

Heather sat the drink carrier and box of popcorn on the passenger floorboard and slid close to me again. Our eyes locked, and she put her hand on the back of my head and drew me to her mouth.

My racing heart felt like it would jump out of my chest. Her mouth tasted so good—Heather-flavored with a hint of cherry. Then her tongue probed my mouth, seeking mine. They met, not gently but in a rush of passion, and when she started to suck on my tongue, I thought I would lose it.

Our mouths wrestled as we sucked the air out of each other, paused for breath, and then continued to devour one another again. Her hand pressed firmly against my hardness again, and I shuddered. It was all I could do not to explode.

I slid my hand inside her dress and cupped, squeezed, and pressed her breast against her chest. Then I pinched her nipple, making her moan loudly and beg me to squeeze harder. So I did, and she let out such a powerful and erotic moan that it nearly made me shoot my load then and there.

The movie started, and Heather jumped and pulled away from me when the soundtrack blasted through the radio. She giggled at herself, but I only had eyes for her stiff nipples poking through the fabric of her bodice. She turned the volume down, then grabbed my head and pulled it to her breasts.

I inhaled the scent of her floral perfume, licking my lips in anticipation as she lifted her nearest breast and pressed it to my willing mouth. I started with a soft suckle and progressed as we both got more excited.

“Bite it a little,” she whispered.

I took her nipple between my teeth and gently pulled it away from her, stretching it out until it slipped free. Her head dropped back, and as I dove back to fill my mouth again, I felt her hand searching in my lap until it found the head of my cock. Aaahh. My pants had a wet spot, and she found it with those fingers and moaned as she rubbed it. It felt so good! I fought the urge to cum as my penis pulsed and more liquid seeped out. Ooooh, it felt incredible.

Heather pulled me off and shoved her other nipple into my mouth, begging me to bite it, too. I bit down harder on this one, and she arched against my mouth, moaning and wriggling.

Eventually, Heather released me and lay back against the door with an expectant look. Her dress had ridden up, and as my eyes roamed her sexy form, I could see she hadn’t worn panties. She also appeared to be smooth down there! For the first time, I saw her pussy void of hair.

The sight pulled a hungry groan from my throat that made Heather giggle. She spread her legs wide, revealing a pussy shaved so smooth and inviting I couldn’t—would never want to—resist. Juices poured from it, and as I lightly pressed my finger to her clit, she moaned loudly and begged me to squeeze harder. So I did, and she let out such a powerful and erotic moan that it nearly made me shoot my load then and there.

I leaned in and took her down, pushing her hard against my hard cock as I kept my hand on her clit. She giggled and pulled me off, then pushed me back in as she began to grind against my hard shaft. The movement was intense, and I felt her pussy growing harder and harder. It wasn't long before we both let out a simultaneous moan, pushing each other further into the heat of passion.

We continued like that for what felt like an eternity, lost in the throes of our lustful desires. There wasn't anything we wouldn't do to please each other, and we enjoyed every minute of it. As our bodies intertwined, we began to feel an overwhelming sense of pleasure, both physical and emotional. The movie playing on the screen was forgotten, and all that mattered was the connection we shared with each other.

After what felt like an eternity, we finally pulled apart, gasping for breath. Heather leaned her head on my chest, and I held her close, savoring the lingering sensations of our encounter. We both knew that this was just the beginning of our passionate journey together. We'd be back again soon.

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