It was an average evening, and I was finally done with college for the day, settling into my room. This was about twenty years ago, and I was online, killing time. Then, a notification—an MSN message from someone I didn't know. She'd been looking for someone else, but my profile popped up, and a mistake quickly became destiny.
We started chatting. She introduced herself as Ash. Within minutes, we realized we lived just a few miles apart. The small talk was just a prelude; the real connection was instantaneous.
When we swapped pictures, my breath hitched. Green, almond-shaped eyes, sleek dark brown hair, and a smile with dimples that looked like they were placed there just to charm. I told her she was stunning.

The flirting escalated. She revealed she was heading out that night with her friend and her friend's boyfriend and brazenly asked if I would come along. I was shy, but the adrenaline rush was overwhelming. I agreed instantly.
I showered, shaved, and gave my hair the messy, "just got out of bed" look. I layered a black sweater over a crisp white French cuff shirt—cuffs pushed out dramatically—paired with dark jeans and boots. Despite the cold, stinging air, I walked, driven by anticipation.


I got to the pub around 7:20. As I waited for a drink at the bar, she appeared, her smile radiant and full of heat. She pointed me toward their table. I asked if she wanted a drink, and as she turned to walk away, I openly admired the curve of her tight ass in the deep blue denim.

I joined them—her friends were forgettable—but Ash was everything. She was slim, about 5'7", wearing those tight jeans, a vibrant red t-shirt, and leather boots. My eyes were immediately drawn to the subtle cleavage visible above the small pendant on her chain, a promise of the firm, perky flesh beneath.

We drank and talked, the chemistry tightening between us. She'd occasionally brush her fingers against my forearm or the back of my hand, each spark a silent command.

When her friends finally decided to leave, we followed them out, our hands instantly linking. I looked at her—those spectacular eyes, her whole face ablaze when she smiled.

We paused, suddenly alone. "Fancy getting another drink, Ash?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Yeah, sure." Her friends vanished for a taxi, and Ash and I, fingers laced tightly, walked off in search of a new spot.

We found a smaller, darker pub on a quiet corner. As I grabbed the drinks, she found a secluded table toward the back. I sat down next to her, and the words stopped.

We were kissing almost immediately, her left hand, still cool from the night air, pressing my cheek as her mouth devoured mine. She bit my bottom lip—a breathtaking kiss, raw with passion and unbridled lust. I slid my hand up her outer thigh, pulling her hip tightly into mine. Her own hand dropped, exploring the denim over my thigh until she found the heat of my rapidly swelling cock. Her fingernails gently traced the outline of my hard length through the fabric. I let out a soft, guttural moan as she squeezed me, her grasp a hot brand under the table.

Our lips finally separated, and Ash's voice was a low, urgent murmur in my ear: "I'll do it, but don't think I'm easy."

We finished our drinks and stepped back out, our breaths steaming in the crisp night air. We kissed again, deeper this time, our tongues exploring, our hands growing bolder. I was fully erect, my engorged cock feeling like it would strain and burn through my trousers. She pressed her hips against me, definitely feeling the solid heat against her own clothes. My right hand cupped her firm ass, kneading the tight curve of her jeans, while my left slipped under her top, finding the silk of her bra, the firm swell of her breast, and the sharp bead of her erect nipple.
We were breathing hard, desperately discussing where to go—her parents, my caravan—neither was an option. "Fuck it," she whispered, her eyes dark and decisive. "I've got an idea." She took my hand, and we started walking toward the deserted marina park.

As we reached a small, dark clearing by some bushes, she stopped. The park was still and empty. She turned, a wild smile on her face. "This will do." She kissed me hard, her arms locked around my neck as my hands pulled her waist into the full pressure of my aching erection.

She broke the kiss, sinking to her knees in the frost. Her hands were frantic, undoing my belt and popping the buttons of my fly. She pulled the waistband of my boxers down, and my twitching manhood sprang free—proud, throbbing, and rock hard. Ash smoothed my foreskin back, exposing the moist helmet that gave off faint trails of steam into the icy night. She licked the bead of pre-cum from the tip before taking me fully into her hot, welcoming mouth.

She wrapped a warm hand around my shaft as she started to bob her head, running her tongue around my engorged head and stroking my smooth length. I tangled my fingers in her hair and guided her, letting my cock plunge deeper. As the warm saliva mingled with the cold air, she pulled her lips back, running her tongue down my length to lick my heavy, smooth balls. She took them into her mouth one at a time, sucking gently, her hand sliding up the length of my still-steaming cock.

I groaned, unable to take any more. "I have to fuck you right now," I choked out.

She smiled up at me and stood, unbuttoning her trousers and kicking off one boot. She pushed me down onto the crunchy, frosty grass as she slid the other leg out of her jeans, leaving her in just her t-shirt, sweater, and knickers. She lay over me, her core warmth rubbing against mine. Leaning down for a searing kiss, she grated her hips, rubbing her pussy fiercely against my turgid cock.

I placed my hands, palms up, beneath her knees, the cold grass stinging my skin. She reached down, yanked her knickers to the side, and wrapped her other hand around my hard manhood. Then she guided my long member into the warm, slick cradle of her wet pussy.
She started to rock, rising and sinking. The contrast of the frigid air on my exposed skin and the scorching warmth of her body and her moans as she lowered herself was electrifying. I moved my right hand to her pussy, quickly finding her hard clitoris and starting to rub my thumb in small, firm circles.

I felt the pressure gathering rapidly in my groin. "I'm going to finish," I gasped. She began grinding herself furiously onto my hard, long cock and hand, her inner muscles squeezing around me. After a couple more pulses, my balls tightened, and I felt myself explode deep inside her.

She never missed a beat, intensifying her movement, her breathing turning to frantic pants. Her moans became louder and quicker; she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled hard. I felt her thighs and her groin tighten violently as she finished, collapsing onto me.
She stayed slumped on top of me for a long time as we kissed. I could feel the cold night chill returning to my skin, countered only by the residual heat of her body, until she finally slid off and pulled her clothes back on.

We walked back to the main road, where I hailed a taxi to drop her off. We shared one last desperate kiss before she stepped out, walking toward her door. I watched until she turned, waved, and disappeared over the threshold.

"Good night?" asked the taxi driver.
"One of the best," I replied, the sensation of her climax still echoing in my body.
Ash and I had a six-month fling after that, a whirlwind of wild sex, but that first, freezing, unforgettable night remains the hottest.