She pointed to the most obvious. "Polaris." She said.
I pointed to another. "Regula." I told her, pulling out my big guns.
"Amateur." She scoffed, pointing again. "Betelgeuse."
"Not bad." I allowed, pointing again at a fuzzy blur. "You see that one?"
"Which one?" She asked.
Gently I took her face in my hands and pointed it in the direction I was looking. "That red one over there about ten degrees west of Cassiopeia."
"I see it." She said, looking at me instead of the star.
"That's Mars." I said firmly.
"No it's not." She told me. "Mars is a planet and the planets are all in the ecliptic. Besides, Mars isn't visible right now."
"It's not Mars?" I asked innocently.
"No." She told me.
"Bummer." I said. "I guess I lose then."
We stared at each other in the moonlight. "I guess you do." She told me, angling her face towards mine.
There was no slow build up to our kisses, our tongues found each other in the first two seconds while our arms and hands pulled our bodies together. I felt the scratchy material of her dress beneath my hands, the outline of her bra straps bulging from beneath. Her hands yanked the back of my dress shirt out of my pants and then plunged beneath it, her manicured nails scratching at my back.
I rolled her onto her back, pressing my body to hers and began to kiss her neck, inhaling the perfume she'd applied, working my way down to the hollow of her throat. She arched her back as I kissed her there, licking lightly with my tongue, tasting her delicate skin.
"I've missed this so much." She told me breathlessly as my hand slid up her flank and across the bulge of her right breast.
"Have you?" I muttered, nipping at her skin lightly, my fingers coming to rest on the silver button at the front of her dress. It was cool to the touch, round, and I swirled around it, playing with it.
"Yes." She nodded, kissing the top of my head, her hands pulling free from my shirt.
Slowly I undid the button, leaving a gap in the front of her dress. She smiled, arching her back a little more. My fingers dropped to the second button. In the moonlight I could now make out the top of her bra and the upper swell of her breasts. I leaned my head down and kissed her chest, just above this, running my tongue down to the top of her bra. She shivered in delight, pulling me closer. I undid the remaining buttons, spreading the dress wide open, so her entire bra was visible to me.
I let my mouth travel between her breasts, feeling the cotton material pressing into my flesh and then I began to kiss her ribcage below the bra cups; teasing, soft kisses punctuated with licks. Nina moaned softly at the sensation, her fingers finding my hair. I worked my way back and forth beneath her breasts, my mouth kissing every inch of the exposed skin of her chest. Occasionally I would rub my cheek across her bra cup and feel the material and the protrusion of her nipples sliding across.
Finally my hands slid behind her back and found the clasp of her bra. With a quick flick it was undone. I slid my hands back around to the front and pushed upward, moving the now-loosened bra off of her breasts, baring them. I looked at them in the moonlight, seeing the rigid nipples, seeing how they heaved up and down with her excited respiration.
"They're beautiful." I told Nina softly. "I'd like to kiss them."
"Ohh." She groaned, pulling my head down.
I took the right nipple in my mouth, sucking on it gently, as I had in the car that night. I swirled my tongue around it, suckled it, kissed it, made it stand out proudly before I switched to the other one. Nina held me firmly to her as my hand dropped down and landed on her knee, where it began squeezing and caressing through the nylon. Slowly I began to slide my hand upward.
I was ready to halt the exploration of my hand at the slightest sign of protest but I received none. Her legs slowly parted, encouraging further travel. I shifted to the inside, my digits trailing over the smooth nylon and tight muscle of her thigh. I reached the hem of her dress and slowly continued onward. She opened her legs wider. I squeezed her inner thigh, marveling at the feel of her legs in pantyhose and then the back of my hand reached the junction of her legs; the panty portion of the hose. I felt dampness against my knuckles and Nina drew in a sharp breath, pushing her crotch into me.
Continuing to suck her breasts I let my hand turn over so my fingers were now touching her. I felt the wet material and the outline of her swollen lips. I pushed slightly, making circles around the area, memorizing the feel of this moment, making out the bulge of her clit through the thin layer of clothing.
"Oh God." Nina moaned, her hips bucking a little. "That feels so good."
I raised my head from her breasts and moved it back up, so I was staring in her eyes. They were shining and very excited.
"It's not supposed to feel bad." I whispered to her, bringing my lips to hers once more.
Her tongue plunged into my mouth, attacking mine viciously, her lips sucking it into her mouth. Her hand slid down to my crotch and began to squeeze my erection through my dress pants, making my own hips begin an involuntary rhythm.
My fingers left her junction and continued upward, across her lower stomach, seeking and finding the top of her pantyhose just under her belly button. I slid one finger beneath the elastic, touching her bare stomach, letting it slide back and forth along the edge.
"Yes." She whispered into my mouth, sucking my upper lip, running her tongue along my teeth.
I pushed downward once again, this time beneath the pantyhose, my fingers feeling the soft flesh of her lower stomach and finally encountering coarse, curly hair. I pushed onward and she spread her legs even more. I touched warm wetness and smooth lips, felt the erect clit and then my middle finger was resting against her lips. Her crotch began to push upward against my hand, demanding more, so I gave it to her. My middle finger slowly slid into her tight warmth, her membranes clutching at me greedily. It slid in easily, lubricated by her copious juices. She was tight, tighter than anything I'd ever felt before, tight enough that I worried if intercourse was even possible with her.
"Oh Bill." She moaned, squeezing me extra hard. Suddenly her fingers were fumbling with my belt. She pulled the end free of the loop and gave a sharp yank, freeing the buckle.
"Nina?" I asked, panting.
"I want to feel it." She told me, nipping at my neck.
I nodded and her fingers popped open the button on my pants. She yanked the zipper down and plunged her hand inside, diving beneath my underwear. Suddenly her cool, eager fingers were around my cock, feeling it, touching it, moving harshly over it while her hips continued to move up and down under my own fingers.
She was inexpert at the job but that didn't matter. The feel of her hand on my bare flesh was thrilling enough, the thought that she was touching me intimately driving me on. I let my finger slide out of her a little and I began pushing against her clit, rubbing my hand in circles.
"Ohhhh!" She moaned, her own hand becoming erratic and finally dropping away from me. "Yesss Bill!" She cried, grabbing my forearm and pulling it harder into her. Her hips were now blurring up and down, moving with instinctive force. Her juices were soaking me as I rubbed her clit and slid my digit in and out.
She lost the ability to speak coherently. She only moaned and said things like, "Ohhh yess, ohhh Bill, ooooh."
Finally she arched upward and all of her muscles tightened. Her fingernails bit into my forearm painfully and from her lips came: "Mmmmmmm!"
I continued to rub her until she relaxed once more, her butt dropping back down to the blanket. A relaxed sigh escaped from her lips and she looked up at me. Slowly I pulled my hand from her crotch. It was dripping wet and I resisted the urge to put it to my nose, to inhale her special scent for the first time.