Be My Valentine

by Jenny Swift

Copyright ©2026

During a lazy afternoon at home, I suddenly decided to dive into a dating app. It wasn't something I planned, it was just something that happened out of boredom. However, I never regretted it, because I met a wonderful man. Chris had a personality that I had seen in a few men, if any. Our mutual interests did not go unnoticed. At first, it was only his appearance that caught my attention, but soon everything changed for the better. 

We had been talking for several months without meeting, and one night, he asked me out on a date. However, the date he suggested wasn't good for me, so I suggested we meet on Valentine's Day. He immediately agreed.

“Actually, I didn't suggest it in the first place because there's still a month to go... I want to see you sooner. You don't know how much...” he wrote, and for some reason, there was a lot of activity between my legs.

“Don't think I feel any differently, but I'll be busy on the date you suggested. Valentine's Day is perfect!” I replied, but I didn't mention anything about my crotch.

It was exactly one month away when we set the date, but that month flew by without me even noticing. I was nervous, of course. I still wrote to Chris every day, and we were both excited. I decided to be prepared, so I bought several items that I would bring out if the moment was right. I smiled when I saw my haul, and I got ready for the meeting. 

Chris picked me up an hour later. When we saw each other, we smiled, both nervous, and then we hugged.

“You're even more beautiful in person,” he whispered in my ear as we hugged. 

I just smiled before telling him that he wasn't too bad himself... we both laughed. We had a two-hour drive ahead of us, as that was the plan: to spend an unforgettable day outside the city. On the way, we talked about a little bit of everything, which was better than chatting online, which was a relief. Overall, for me, it had already been worth it. Both Chris and I liked camping, but that wasn't the plan for that day, so we never imagined we'd be forced to do it... an hour later, we were caught in a snowstorm. The weather had changed without warning, or we were so entertained with each other that we didn't see it coming. Either way, we had no choice but to take refuge in the first inn we saw. At first, we couldn't get out of the car, so we parked and hugged each other to try to fight off the cold. Our belongings were in the back of Chris's truck. Yes, we were going on an adventure, but not one like this...

Chris hugged me tighter, and I could feel his breath on my neck, which made every hair on my body stand on end. I lifted my head to look into his eyes, and we couldn't wait another second. We kissed, pressing ourselves together, our mouths joining passionately, our tongues dancing erotically. Chris settled himself more comfortably and touched my breasts, then gently kneaded them, without haste, but with a desire that grew with each passing second. We didn't have much space there, so we moved to the back. As we kissed, I glanced for a second at my suitcase: there was what I had bought. It wasn't supposed to be like this, but this adventure was hot... 

He undressed me as the storm raged. The car was a little warm, and it was because of our bodies on fire. Chris sucked my nipples, and he placed a finger on my clitoris. It grew at his touch, and I moaned, throwing my head back. I squirmed when he moved his finger, without stopping, paying attention to my nipples. He sped up the movements of his finger, and then went lower, where he could insert it, between my increasingly loud moans. I opened my legs, placing them on either side, and he submerged his face to devour my hungry pussy. I screamed, and had the idea to stretch out my hands to grab my belongings. I took out whipped cream. He hadn't noticed, but when he did, he smiled and said, 

“I brought some things too.” And to my great surprise, he took out a vibrator, the kind that is placed on the clitoris.

He turned it on, and as he inserted two fingers into my center, he placed the vibrator on my clitoris. I closed my eyes tightly and opened my mouth, but held my breath. The scream came seconds later. I moaned with all my strength, tensed my legs, and moved my hips, asking for more of those wonderful sensations. I didn't know if I would be able to hold back my orgasm any longer, and indeed I couldn't. I came intensely, while he continued to move his fingers inside me.

“Oh, my God,” I whispered, and let myself fall onto the floor of his truck. We had laid out comforters, but not in an orderly fashion.

He sat up to take off his clothes, and I had the idea of putting whipped cream on his member. He had an erection that looked painful. I put the cream on and ran my tongue over it, then looked him in the eyes. He looked at me hungrily, and I decided to suck him until he grabbed my hair to help me keep up the dizzying pace. I had also brought Valentine's Day chocolates to share with him, but I didn't imagine it would be like that, because he smeared them on my breasts. I took his cock deeper than my throat, and when I lay back down on the floor of the truck, he sucked my chocolate-covered nipples... my libido grew so much that I thought I would faint with desire. He positioned himself on top of me and penetrated me in the missionary position. There wasn't much room in that truck. He pumped hard, and feeling all his power inside me, I screamed as the storm outside reached its peak. 

I no longer felt cold; Chris had taken care of that. He moved faster, and I accidentally scratched his back and bit his shoulder. I was moving beneath him, too. Chris was hitting my clitoris with his pelvis, driving me completely crazy. He sucked my nipples and devoured the chocolate. In an instant, we were covered in whipped cream and Valentine's Day chocolates. Suddenly, he put me on all fours and penetrated me doggy style. I took the vibrator, and while he gave it his all, I stimulated myself even more with the toy. 

I rolled my eyes, and the pleasure carried me beyond all limits. The vibrator was perfect, my swollen clitoris was grateful, and Chris's thrusts were formidable. The combination made me come again and again. My hair fell over my face, Chris pushed it aside to see me moaning and begging for more of that pleasure... he moaned, accompanying me, and without further ado, he withdrew his cock and came on my big buttocks. I came with him and fell forward, satisfied and panting from all the pleasure I had received. 

There was no time to rest, as the storm subsided, and we were able to go to the temporary inn. In bed, and now more comfortable, we ate strawberries and cream in a moment that was both romantic and erotic, which led us to be caught once again in the web of pleasure. 

It was a Valentine's Day I never thought I would have. Chris was unique and a prodigious lover. We fell asleep, covered in everything we had smeared on ourselves. There was no time for cleaning up. No, there wasn't...