Sexier Things: A Jopper One Shot Compilation

Chapter 2: Midnight Picnic

Chapter 2: Midnight Picnic

       “Are we there yet?” Joyce asked. “Can I take this blindfold off?”
       “Almost,” Hopper answered. “And not yet.”
       “Can you at least tell me where we’re going?” Joyce asked, anxiously.
       Things were getting restless at the cabin with the kids home for spring break. Joyce and Hopper barely had time for themselves anymore. So Hopper decided to whisk Joyce away to have some alone time together. They started off the evening with dinner at Enzo’s. Afterwards, Hopper blindfolded Joyce and took her for a surprise ride. It wasn’t a far drive at all. However, for Joyce, it felt like an eternity. The truck finally turned onto a gravel road for what seemed like several minute before Hopper stopped the car and turned off the engine.
       “We’re here,” Hopper announced. “You can take off the blindfold now.”
       Joyce removed the blindfold and looked around as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. In front of them was a path that led down to a lake. It was a warm spring evening. A cool, spring breeze floated through the trees surrounding the water. The full moon shone brightly over the water, reflecting upon the surface in ripples waves. Even through it was dark, the moonlight gave off just enough light to see the houses surrounding the far side of the lake. Some of which had docks with boats anchored nearby. Joyce could also make out the unmistakable heart shaped outline of the lake.
       “Lover’s Lake,” she looked up at Hopper. “What if someone sees us? There’s a town curfew in effect. We not supposed to be here. We could get in trouble.”
       “We’ll be fine,” Hopper assured her, pointing out over the lake. “See? The lights are off in all the houses. Everyone’s in bed. The truck is parked back here where no one can see it in the dark. And besides, I’m chief of police. I can do whatever I want.”
       “Okay, chief,” Joyce teased him. “What have you got planned for us?”
       Hopper smirked at her. “Follow me and you’ll find out.”
       He reached behind his seat and pulled out a red and white checkered blanket and a small cooler before exiting the truck. Joyce followed him, reaching for his hand as Hopper led her down to the lake shore. They found a perfect spot on the shore's edge half hidden by a giant weeping willow tree and spread out the blanket. Hopper put the cooler on one edge of the blanket and sat down on the blanket next to it. Joyce sat down next to him. Hopper opened the lid of the cooler and pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses.
       “Some Chee-an-ti for the lady?” Hopper asked, pouring her a glass.
       “Chianti,” Joyce corrected him, laughing as she took the glass from him. “I’m starting to think you pronounce it wrong on purpose.”
       “Well, it does makes you laugh every time,” Hopper grinned, raising his glass. “How about a toast? To us, on this lovely evening under the moon and stars.”
       “To us,” Joyce said as their glasses clinked against each other.
       Hopper put his free arm around Joyce, who leaned into his embrace and rested her head on his shoulder. She gazed up at the glittering sky while sipping from her glass. The twinkling stars around the full moon danced across the sky.
       “Oh, wow!” Joyce sighed as she finished her wine and set the glass aside. “This view is incredible!”
       “Yeah, it is,” Hopper stared at Joyce wrapped up in his arms.
       He couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked in her sleeveless black metallic dress. Her black stiletto sandals lay on the shore next to the blanket while her bare feet rested against his leg. A soft, gentle breeze pushed a strand of hair over her face. With one hand, Hopper gently brushed the strand aside, stroking her face with his strong fingers. Joyce leaned her cheek into his electrifying touch, breathing slowly and deeply. She tilted her neck and chin upward slightly, beckoning Hopper for more. Cupping her face in his hands, he leaned forward and kissed her soft, supple lips. Joyce wrapped her arms around his neck and passionately kissed him back, massaging his tongue with hers.
       Joyce leaned back on the blanket pulling Hopper on top of her. She pulled off his beige blazer revealing a light blue button down shirt that really brought out the blue in Hopper’s sapphire eyes. She continued undressing him, first unbuttoning his shirt, then unbuckling his belt. Meanwhile, Hopper unzipped Joyce’s dress and pulled it off over her head. He then undid her bra and slid off her underwear. He stared at her bare naked flesh in the moonlight while he quickly removed the rest of his clothes. He hovered over her body and leaned in close. His engorged cock nudged her legs apart and brushed against her wet opening, sending shivers of pleasure up and down her spine.
       “Are you ready for dessert?” Hopper whispered, his forehead pressed against hers.
       “Oh, yes,” a soft, shaky moan escaped Joyce’s mouth. “Give it to me. Please.”
       With that, Hopper showered her with kisses, starting with her lips then worked his way down her neck and paused at her succulent breasts. Beneath him, Joyce whimpered in pleasure. He reached for the cooler and pulled out a bag of cherries and a small jar of chocolate sauce. He opened the jar and drizzled chocolate sauce over each breast, then topped each breast with a cherry. Finally, he made a trail a chocolate sauce and cherries leading from her breasts to her vagina. Starting with her right breast, he wrapped his mouth around her breast and sucked on her nipple in long, deep strokes, taking his sweet time eating up the cherry and licking off the chocolate sauce before moving on to the left.
       “Oh, Jim!” Joyce moaned, raking her hands through his hair. Her breathing became quick and shallow. “Jim!”
Hopper smiled, pleased, as he moved lower to her navel following the trail to the treasure between her legs. He took a cherry and dipped in her chocolate covered slit, bringing it up and down the length of her opening and circling her clit a several times before eating it. He continued this with each cherry until he had eaten the last one out of her vagina. Beneath him, Joyce grasped the blanket with both hands as pleasure swelled deep within her, slowly building. With nothing but chocolate sauce left, Hopper licked the length of Joyce’s slit with his long tongue and began sucking and biting her clit. She arched her back and bucked her hips urging him on, quivering and moaning louder.
       “Yes!” Joyce cried out, tossing her head back. “Yes…yes…yes!”
       “Shhh!” Hopper looked up. “Not so loud. Someone will hear us.”
       He turned his attention back to her vagina and devoured her, sliding his tongue deep inside her soaking wet entrance. He licked and curled his tongue inside her, filling her with ecstasy. He pulled his tongue out and replaced it with two fingers, pushing them inside her in deep strides while he sucked and nibbled on her clit. Hopper slid his fingers back and forth curling them and hitting her sweet spot over and over again. Jolts of pleasure surged within Joyce, rising beneath her surface. She bit her lower lip to stifle her moans, but she feared it wouldn’t be enough. The ecstasy was beginning to consume her.
       “I can’t…I can’t…” Joyce’s voice trailed off.
       She lost the ability to form sentences. Her breath became deeper and quicker. Hopper’s fingers moved faster inside her. Joyce reached out with one hand and grabbed the closest thing she could find, which was her rumpled dress, and held it against her mouth to stifle her screams. Her other held a tight grip on Hopper’s hair as he continued fingering her hard and fast, bringing her closer to the edge like a volcano about to erupt. Her body suddenly went rigid for a moment, then began convulsing as an orgasm exploded within her body.
       “Mmmm!” Joyce’s muffled scream echoed across the lake.
       Her  body writhed beyond her control as waves of pleasure crashed over her body. Just as her orgasm was ending, another one began, followed by another one. Again and again orgasms surged through her while Hopper held her trembling body. It seemed to last several minutes until, finally, the last orgasm faded away. Hopper wrapped her dress around Joyce and cradled her body as they lay together on the blanket.
       “I love you, Joyce,” Hopper brought his face to hers and kissed her forehead, which sent tingles through her body making her shiver.
       “I love you too,” Joyce smiled at him, feeling a sense of urgency returning to her body, needing Hopper’s touch more than anything.
       She looked up at the Lover’s Lake looking so serene in the moonlight. She looked back at Hopper as she stood up and tugged on his arm.
       “Come on,” Joyce flirted with him. “Let’s go for a swim.”
       Hopper realized where she was going with this and immediately followed her into the water for a late night skinny dip. Together, they swam out to where the water was deep enough to conceal most of their bodies. Joyce swam a few feet ahead, but Hopper quickly caught up to her and scooped her up in his arms.
       “Got you,” he chuckled.
       “Hey,” Joyce giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. “You better not drop me.”
       “Don’t worry, baby,” Hopper teased. “I’ll save you if you drown.”
       “You better save me,” she flirted, pressing her forehead to his. “Because I think I need you to give me mouth to mouth.”
       “I can help with that,” he flirted back.
       He kissed her tenderly as he carried her over to a nearby diving platform. Her lips tasted so sweet. She could feel his hard, thick penis against her body. She was glad the cool water hadn’t softened his erection. Still holding her body, he gently pushed her up against a pillar of the diving platform for added support. Joyce loosened her grip around his waist so he could slide his engorged cock into her vagina. Her insides stretched to accommodate his huge girth. She felt a slight sting of pressure, but mostly that familiar tingle of pleasure.
       “Ready?” Hopper asked, keeping one hand underneath her and one hand on the pillar.
       “Yea,” Joyce nodded. “Give it to me, baby.”
       Hopper moved inside her slowly, thrusting deep. Joyce inhaled deeply as the pressure began to fade away and the only thing she felt was the pleasure growing inside her. Together, they moved as one, up and down against the pillar. Joyce wrapped legs tighter around Hopper’s waist, urging him deeper inside her.
       “Ohhh….Joyce!” Hopper moaned, thrusting fast and hard. “Oh fuck… oh, fuck!”
       Water splashed on and around them and on the pillar as they moved faster and harder. Joyce dug her nails into Hopper's back and shoulders, burying her face in his neck to stifle her moans. The pleasure swelled inside her, electrifying every inch of her. Hopper was railing her hard, grunting and panting, strengthening his grip on the pillar, causing the entire platform to shake. They were both getting close. He could feel her insides tightening around his dick. Joyce began tremble, her eyes rolled back, and her toes curled.
       “Oh, Oh, Ohhhhhh!” Joyce screamed, as her orgasm took over her body and mind.
        Just then Hopper felt his own sweet release explode like a cannon inside him.
       “Aaaaahh!” Hopper groaned, jerking forward inside of Joyce a few final times before slumping forward.
       Together, they rested against the pillar letting the cool water rush over them. The breeze over the lake rustled through their wet hair as they continued kissing and cuddling. They were suddenly interrupted by a noise coming from the far side of the lake. They looked up to see red and blue flashing lights near the Lipton house.
       “Cop car,” Hopper whispered, moving himself and Joyce underneath the diving platform. “Reefer Rick must be dealing again. Let’s just stay quiet until they leave. Then we can sneak back to shore, get our clothes and go home.”
       “The noise came from that side of the lake!” a man’s voice called out. “Sounded like someone screaming for help! I also heard splashing!”
       “Thank you, Earl,” replied another voice, which Hopper recognized as Officer Powell. “Officer Callahan and I will take it from here. Please return to your home.”
       “I’m sure it’s nothing,” Callahan assured the man. “Probably just some kids fooling around in the lake.”
       Just then another cop car pulled up and two more officer stepped out. Hopper listened as Powell instructed the two officers to take Earl’s statement. The two officers then followed Earl into his home next to the Lipton house. Meanwhile, Powell and Callahan took out the flashlights and began searching the lake. Hopper and Joyce watched in silence as one of flashlight beam moved in the direction of the willow tree where their blanket and clothes were hidden behind its tendrils. Hopper prayed it would be enough that Powell and Callahan wouldn’t spot it. Just then, a gust of wind blew across the lake, causing the cooler to tip over and wine bottle to roll out. The sound echoed across the lake catching Callahan and Powell's attention.
       “I think I see something!” Powell called out. Let’s fan out and circle the lake. You go that way and I’ll go this way.”
       As the two officers fanned out, Hopper turned to Joyce.
       “Oh, shit!” he whispered. “One of them is heading towards our stuff.”
       “I have an idea,” Joyce whispered. “If we move quietly, we can make it back to shore. We’re not that far away. That path over there will lead us back to the truck. We can come back for our stuff later as long as you don’t mind driving home naked.”
       “Yea, that won’t work,” Hopper said, digging in the dirt with his feet.
       “Why not?” she asked.
       “My keys are in my blazer pocket,” Hopper answered.
       “Oh, fuck!” Joyce whispered. “That means we have to make it back to our stuff before they do.”
       “I know,” Hopper whispered, as his feet dug out a rock from the lake bed beneath him. He reached a hand under the water to pick it up. “We need to distract them.”
       “How?” she asked.
       “Like this,” he replied.
       Hopper took a step out from underneath the platform, whistled loudly and threw the rock as far and as hard as he could towards the Lipton house. Just as the rock made a huge splash, he retreated back under the platform with Joyce.
       “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Callahan yelled, shining his flashlight across the lake. “Powell, they’re in the lake!”
       “Ask Earl to borrow his boat and check it out,” Powell instructed him. “I’ll keep circling the lake.”
       The flashlight beam closest to the willow tree started to move farther away, back towards the Lipton house, while the other slowly circled the lake in the other direction.
       “I think it’s safe to move now,” Hopper whispered, looking around. “We’ll stick with your plan, except we stop at the tree on our way up, grab our stuff, and get back to the truck.”
       Together, they took a deep breath and swam under water towards the shore. They swam several feet resurfaced as quietly as possible to get air and check their surroundings. The flashlight beam was slowly getting closer. Off in the distance, they heard the sound of a motor boat. Joyce and Hopper went back under and continued swimming, resurfacing a few more times for air, before finally making it back to shore.
       Once they were out of the water, they hid behind a mighty oak tree before making their next move. Hopper quietly peered around the tree and looked around. The boat was halfway across the lake and the flashlight beam was getting closer. He and Joyce ran quickly and silently up the path and managed to make it to the willow tree unseen. Hopper grabbed the blanket and cooler and its contents, while Joyce picked up their clothes and shoes. Through the tendrils Hopper could see Callahan in the boat still searching the lake and Powell’s flashlight beam. They were close.
       “I think I found something!” Powell yelled. “Footprints! I’m in pursuit!”
       Hopper motioned for Joyce to run. Together, they ran up the path to the truck. Joyce quickly searched the pile of clothes for Hopper’s blazer. She took the keys out of the pocket and tossed them to Hopper, who quickly unlocked the truck. Once they were inside, they quickly scrambled to get dressed.
       “I think we made it,” Hopper said, adjusting his blazer.
       He turned the key in the ignition.
       “Not quite,” Joyce pointed nervously ahead at the flashlight beam approaching. She looked back at Hopper and gasped. “Our hair is wet!”
       “Oh, shit!” Hopper rummaged around looking for a comb, but turned up empty handed. “Shit! Shit! Shit!”
       Hopper quickly ran his fingers through his hair in the rearview mirror. Joyce rummaged through her purse and found a mirror and a hair scrunchie. She quickly tied her hair up in a high bun. She had just finished when a beam of light in front of the truck blinded them.
       “Hop?” Powell called out, turning off his flashlight. “Is that you?”
       “Uh,…yea,” Hopper thought quickly. “Joyce and I were coming back from a date when…we saw your light show. Thought I’d check it out and see if you needed any backup. But I see you have it all under control, yes?”
       Joyce smiled nervously and waved at Powell, who waved back.
       Powell went on to explain what happened. “I think some kids were out here having fun, but we might have scared them off. I found a trail of footprints that led nowhere.”
       “Probably,” Hopper chuckled. “It’s getting late. Why don’t you and Callahan call it night and go home?”
       “Wait,” Powell looked confused. “How did you know Callahan was with me?”
       “I…uh...he’s your partner,” Hopper answered. “He’s always with you, isn’t he? That’s him behind you with the flashlight, no?”
       “Yea, that’s him,” Powell said, looking behind him. “Well, don’t let me keep you two. Good night!”
       “Good night!” Hopper called back. “ Good night, Callahan!”
       “Night, Jim!” said Callahan.
       With that, Hopper pulled away and drove off down the gravel road. Once they were out of view from Callahan and Powell, Joyce and Hopper broke out in laughter.
       “Holy shit!” Hopper chuckled. “That was close!”
       “I know right!” Joyce giggled. “For a second there, I thought we got caught!”
       “It was like high school all over again,” said Hopper.
       Joyce laughed even harder. “Except this time we were naked! Ouch!”
       “You okay?” he stopped laughing. “What happened?”
       “Something poked me,” she reached behind her and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
       “My cuffs,” Hopper grinned. “I forgot they were in here. We could have had fun with those tonight.”
       “I think we had enough excitement for one night,” Joyce teased him. “We can have fun with them another time. It’s not like they’re going anywhere.”