We sat on my balcony, high above the ground, enjoying an after dinner drink. As an homage to the date, we are drinking Blue Moon beers. Blue Moons have always been a favorite of mine. Most of the time, two drinks will go to my head. But somehow, two Blue Moons always go to my pussy. We discovered this by accident, after imbibing in two while waiting for a pizza to bring back to work. The rest of the shift was the ultimate torture, as I walked around in a lust-filled haze, thinking of potential locations for a quickie.
The setting sun filled the sky with flames, and the moon began to glow, as the sky grew darker and darker. My bare feet slipped across the table and slid into his lap. I gently rubbed his cock with my brightly painted toes as he pretended not to notice. Soon the sound of crickets filled the air. I slid out of my seat, walked over to his side of the table and wrapped my arms around his neck. We kissed gently and I pressed myself between his legs. Our kisses grew more passionate and his hands grabbed my round ass and pulled me closer.
Abruptly, he spun me around and pinned me to the railing so we could both look out at the sky. He kissed down my neck in little nibbles and reached up my skirt and into my panties. My already dripping pussy enjoyed the feeling of his fingers rubbing against me. He returned to kissing my neck and I feel the hardness of his cock pressing against me through his basketball shorts.
Filled with need, and pulled my panties down and my skirt up. He slid his cock out of his shorts and immediately slammed it into me. I always savor the feeling of being so full and surrounded, and this is no exception. I held onto the balcony railing for traction as he pushed in and out of me. My orgasm started to build and my knees began to buck. Not caring who heard, I moaned my pleasure out into the wind for the full moon to see.
Switching positions, I climbed into the captain's chair, making my pussy completely level with his cock. He pushed into me again, this time with him holding the arms of the chair for leverage. My feet bobbed with each thrust and the chair began to rock. I wrapped my legs around his back and we moved together as one. Another orgasm built inside me, and scratched my nails down his back as I cum.
The cramped position in the chair wouldn't work for much longer, and I still hadn't had a taste of cock. I hopped up from the chair and got down on my knees in front of him. He leaned back onto the railing as I swallowed his cock. One of my hand slid up and down to meet my mouth as I sucked, and the other reached between his legs to play with his balls. I could tell how good the stimulation felt as his balls got tighter. I kept sucking, keeping up the rhythm that I know he likes the most. Soon his hand reached down and held my head in place as he began to fuck my mouth. With a shout, I go a stream of hot, sticky cum down my throat.
He helped me up off my knees, and we turned around to notice a small crowd watching us from a window across the way- the bright moonlight illuminating us more than we realized. With a wave, we quickly cleaned up and headed inside to giggle about the naughtiness of our behavior.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
On the Road
Every rental car has pros and cons. The first thing I think about when checking out a new rental is the size of the console. An oversized console or bucket seats seem like they are purposely designed to get in the way of road head. And the bigger the car, the higher the chance that the delicious cock you want to grab is way out of reach. Muscle cars are also a surprise. You'd think they'd be laid out for easy action, but instead everything is crammed together with no space to stretch out.
In the ideal car, I grab his cock and start playing with it through his pants before our starting point is even out of sight. We have 15 minutes until we reach our destination, and I want to make the most of every second. I lean over like I'm adjusting the radio, but really I'm starting to adjust his cock. Once the coast is clear, I reach over to undo his fly and give a few more rubs through his boxers. Getting a cock out from inside pants that are also trapped by a seatbelt is never easy, and by that point I'm doing my best to straddle the console and reach my goal. Without warning, I swallow down as much of his cock as I can, desperate to have my mouth full and his hands in my hair. I bob up and down, covering his cock with saliva. If I can, I reach a hand around to play with the base of his cock which I can't always get down my throat. The crunched position usually gets uncomfortable after a few minutes, and I sit up and start stroking his cock, using my own spit as a lubricant. He always says that hand jobs are underrated, and I know he loves the feel of my hand stroking his wet cock.
An immense part of the thrill is the possibility of getting caught. What if you get caught in traffic? What if your partner is driving slowly down the highway and comes eye-to-eye with a horny truck driver? What if a religious cop be hiding behind an overpass and come out to bust you for not wearing a seatbelt? What if you happen to drive by an acquaintance?
All of those "what ifs" turn me on so much that it is long before I have my feet up on the dashboard with my knees spread as far apart as they can possibly go. Without any foreplay at all, he tugs aside my panties and plays with my clit with one finger, while sliding a second inside my pussy. At first I close my eyes and savor the feeling, but soon I remember where I am and open my eyes to take in my surroundings. I see him peeking glances at me as he continues to drive down the road. My first orgasm never takes long, and the situation only makes me more excited. I buck my hips to take more of his fingers in me and am quickly cumming down his hand.
Sated, I quickly return to his cock, which has only gotten harder during the few minutes it has been out in the open air. This time I go a little slower, sucking in the head and running my tongue up and down the sides. Now that I've had my orgasm, I want to suck forever. He always has other plans. Taking a handful of my hair, he pushes my face down on his cock, and I relax the back of my throat to take him all in. He begins to buck against the seat and fuck my face. I can feel his orgasm building, and a stream of cum shoots down the back of my mouth. I struggle to breath as he finishes his orgasm and I slowly sit up, swallow the cum in my mouth and lick up any that may have escaped.
We both straighten our wrinkled clothes, and I do my best to fix my disheveled hair. If we have an extra minute, I'll reach over the console again for a kiss, and mix together the taste of our cum. Once out of the car, the adrenaline starts to fade and I hope that the flushed look on our faces isn't too obvious. Every time he catches my eye for the rest of the night, I can't help but duck my head and blush, knowing where his hands and my mouth were just a little while earlier.
In the ideal car, I grab his cock and start playing with it through his pants before our starting point is even out of sight. We have 15 minutes until we reach our destination, and I want to make the most of every second. I lean over like I'm adjusting the radio, but really I'm starting to adjust his cock. Once the coast is clear, I reach over to undo his fly and give a few more rubs through his boxers. Getting a cock out from inside pants that are also trapped by a seatbelt is never easy, and by that point I'm doing my best to straddle the console and reach my goal. Without warning, I swallow down as much of his cock as I can, desperate to have my mouth full and his hands in my hair. I bob up and down, covering his cock with saliva. If I can, I reach a hand around to play with the base of his cock which I can't always get down my throat. The crunched position usually gets uncomfortable after a few minutes, and I sit up and start stroking his cock, using my own spit as a lubricant. He always says that hand jobs are underrated, and I know he loves the feel of my hand stroking his wet cock.
An immense part of the thrill is the possibility of getting caught. What if you get caught in traffic? What if your partner is driving slowly down the highway and comes eye-to-eye with a horny truck driver? What if a religious cop be hiding behind an overpass and come out to bust you for not wearing a seatbelt? What if you happen to drive by an acquaintance?
All of those "what ifs" turn me on so much that it is long before I have my feet up on the dashboard with my knees spread as far apart as they can possibly go. Without any foreplay at all, he tugs aside my panties and plays with my clit with one finger, while sliding a second inside my pussy. At first I close my eyes and savor the feeling, but soon I remember where I am and open my eyes to take in my surroundings. I see him peeking glances at me as he continues to drive down the road. My first orgasm never takes long, and the situation only makes me more excited. I buck my hips to take more of his fingers in me and am quickly cumming down his hand.
Sated, I quickly return to his cock, which has only gotten harder during the few minutes it has been out in the open air. This time I go a little slower, sucking in the head and running my tongue up and down the sides. Now that I've had my orgasm, I want to suck forever. He always has other plans. Taking a handful of my hair, he pushes my face down on his cock, and I relax the back of my throat to take him all in. He begins to buck against the seat and fuck my face. I can feel his orgasm building, and a stream of cum shoots down the back of my mouth. I struggle to breath as he finishes his orgasm and I slowly sit up, swallow the cum in my mouth and lick up any that may have escaped.
We both straighten our wrinkled clothes, and I do my best to fix my disheveled hair. If we have an extra minute, I'll reach over the console again for a kiss, and mix together the taste of our cum. Once out of the car, the adrenaline starts to fade and I hope that the flushed look on our faces isn't too obvious. Every time he catches my eye for the rest of the night, I can't help but duck my head and blush, knowing where his hands and my mouth were just a little while earlier.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Firsts
Sometimes I wish I remember all my firsts, but they all seem to blend together. I remember a first kiss as a sixth grade camper at a kissing booth at a carnival. I remember the first time I had sex, awkwardly, with a long time boyfriend. Afterwards, I called a friend, just because I was excited to have losing my virginity over with. What I don't remember is everything else: no first blow job or hand job, no first time someone played with my pussy, none of that.
Although now it seems ridiculous, I never had an orgasm with another person until I was 17, and it happened in the most unlikely way. We were sitting on the floor, my boyfriend's back against the couch, and me pretzeled around him and rubbing my pussy against his cock through layers of underwear.
Sex with him never got much better. Maybe it was the lack of understanding two virgins had with how to please each other. Maybe I wasn't very good at what I was trying to do. But after a few months of getting pushed away after trying to give head or fuck in something other than missionary, I gave up trying. And four years later we ended things for good when I decided to finally go explore life as a young single. Which led to several years of one night stands, or relationships that came out of attempted one night stands. But those are all stories on their own...
Although now it seems ridiculous, I never had an orgasm with another person until I was 17, and it happened in the most unlikely way. We were sitting on the floor, my boyfriend's back against the couch, and me pretzeled around him and rubbing my pussy against his cock through layers of underwear.
Sex with him never got much better. Maybe it was the lack of understanding two virgins had with how to please each other. Maybe I wasn't very good at what I was trying to do. But after a few months of getting pushed away after trying to give head or fuck in something other than missionary, I gave up trying. And four years later we ended things for good when I decided to finally go explore life as a young single. Which led to several years of one night stands, or relationships that came out of attempted one night stands. But those are all stories on their own...
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Morning
The morning is the best time of the day. I wake up slowly in his arms and and enjoy the feeling of having my back scratched. But I know the snuggles are just a tease, and my favorite activity is waiting for me. Starting at his chest, I reach my hand lower and lower, all the while pretending that I'm still half asleep. Soon I reach his cock and feel the smooth skin in my hand, enjoying those first caresses before we start to get wet and sticky. I wrap my hand around his hardness and stroke up and down a few times, but it isn't enough. First thing in the morning, I need a hard cock in my mouth. In one swift movement, I sit up and swallow down as much of your cock as I can. Night is the time for slow and luxurious cock sucking, morning is time for orgasms on the way out the door. I bob my head up and down, choking myself a little on his length to make his cock as wet and juicy as possible. His hips start to buck and his hand reaches into my hair and gently swirls a strand. Some mornings we roll over for a quick spoon fuck and an orgasm for me. But this morning I can feel the need. A few more sucks and his hand clamps down on my head and I'm gagging on a mouthful of cum. I feel every drop squirt into the back of my throat as I struggle to breathe through my nose. As his hand relaxes I lift up my head and return to snuggling, knowing that they day has gotten off to a perfect start.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)