Lia Monde
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Unavoidable and hot
Sometimes sex while still clothed, or partially clothed, is necessary to match the spontaniety and passion of the moment.
At a summer party/cookout at a friend's farm, there were scores of people. Some I knew, many I didn't. There were many women in tight shorts, mini-skirts or even in bathing suits by the pool. But, my attention got focused on a girl in a long-sleeved white blouse and a thigh length, flowered peasant skirt.
We introduced ourselves and throughout the afternoon kept running into each other. Anne had a great smile and infectious laugh. Over drinks and hamburgers, we got to know each other and discussed interests and mutual friends at the party.
As the day turned to evening and the drinks created a buzz, she got flirtatious. I responded in kind. A quick peck on the cheek turned into a passionate kiss. She giggled, winked and took my hand to lead me away from the crowd. When we entered the barn, she turned and gave me another long kiss. We were soon, literally, rolling in some hay and groping each other while our lips were locked.
As our lust soared, our hands were rubbing our bodies through our clothes. I enjoyed the feel of her full buttocks thought the soft and thin cotton of her skirt. The warmth of her body emanated through her blouse. When she started kissing my T-shirt covered chest, I moved my hands to the front of her blouse and her breasts. It created a multi-layered sensation as the lacy material of her shirt, and the hint of her bra, complemented the sensation of the heft of her tits.
While we were momentarily out of sight of other party goers, we were in a public location. There was a tension between the desire to rip our clothes off and the moral imperative not to be caught fully exposed. Our desire-addled minds split the difference as we continued to pleasure each other but did not fully remove our clothes.
She unbuttoned her blouse but kept it on. Similarly, my shirt was pushed up and belt and jeans undone, but neither were removed. My tongue and hands explored her exposed bra. I also slipped a hand under her skirt and squeezed her fleshy thighs. Anne returned the favor by reaching inside my jeans and working my hard cock through my boxer shorts.
This unexpected romp with this exciting, fun and energetic woman was driving me to a quick climax. She was apparently in the same state as she rolled me unto my back and straddled me. Lifting her skirt, she placed her panty clad vagina against the engorged prick that was stretching my underwear. Anne told me to tweak her nipples and she started a rocking motion that ground her groin the length of my penis.
I massaged her bra-covered breasts while enjoying the pleasant pressure in my loins. The sight of her bouncing above me silhouetted against the blue sky through the barn door exceeded any of my fantasies. I could feel her panties getting damp with her arousal. As her breathing quickened and her pace increased, I slipped a hand under her skirt and felt the erotic touch of the smooth panties covering her behind. While her dress concealed her vagina, it added to the sensuous experience as it flounced with her movements and allowed me to imagine the sight of her flesh that was creating such heat in my sex.
We soon raced to a climax as her frenzied humping forced my ejaculation. That was followed shortly by her final hard thrusts and her own yip accompanied orgasm. Anne rolled forward as her hair covered my face and she breathed loudly into my ear. After a few minutes, we kissed again and agreed that it was the best sex we'd had with our clothes on.
We quickly re-assembled our clothes so as not to push our luck on not being discovered. We went back to the house to clean up. Ironically, given what had just transpired, we agreed the easiest course was to spend the rest of the party not wearing our soiled underwear. Fortuitously, that was helpful later when we left the party and went to her apartment.
Sometimes sex while still clothed, or partially clothed, is necessary to match the spontaniety and passion of the moment.
At a summer party/cookout at a friend's farm, there were scores of people. Some I knew, many I didn't. There were many women in tight shorts, mini-skirts or even in bathing suits by the pool. But, my attention got focused on a girl in a long-sleeved white blouse and a thigh length, flowered peasant skirt.
We introduced ourselves and throughout the afternoon kept running into each other. Anne had a great smile and infectious laugh. Over drinks and hamburgers, we got to know each other and discussed interests and mutual friends at the party.
As the day turned to evening and the drinks created a buzz, she got flirtatious. I responded in kind. A quick peck on the cheek turned into a passionate kiss. She giggled, winked and took my hand to lead me away from the crowd. When we entered the barn, she turned and gave me another long kiss. We were soon, literally, rolling in some hay and groping each other while our lips were locked.
As our lust soared, our hands were rubbing our bodies through our clothes. I enjoyed the feel of her full buttocks thought the soft and thin cotton of her skirt. The warmth of her body emanated through her blouse. When she started kissing my T-shirt covered chest, I moved my hands to the front of her blouse and her breasts. It created a multi-layered sensation as the lacy material of her shirt, and the hint of her bra, complemented the sensation of the heft of her tits.
While we were momentarily out of sight of other party goers, we were in a public location. There was a tension between the desire to rip our clothes off and the moral imperative not to be caught fully exposed. Our desire-addled minds split the difference as we continued to pleasure each other but did not fully remove our clothes.
She unbuttoned her blouse but kept it on. Similarly, my shirt was pushed up and belt and jeans undone, but neither were removed. My tongue and hands explored her exposed bra. I also slipped a hand under her skirt and squeezed her fleshy thighs. Anne returned the favor by reaching inside my jeans and working my hard cock through my boxer shorts.
This unexpected romp with this exciting, fun and energetic woman was driving me to a quick climax. She was apparently in the same state as she rolled me unto my back and straddled me. Lifting her skirt, she placed her panty clad vagina against the engorged prick that was stretching my underwear. Anne told me to tweak her nipples and she started a rocking motion that ground her groin the length of my penis.
I massaged her bra-covered breasts while enjoying the pleasant pressure in my loins. The sight of her bouncing above me silhouetted against the blue sky through the barn door exceeded any of my fantasies. I could feel her panties getting damp with her arousal. As her breathing quickened and her pace increased, I slipped a hand under her skirt and felt the erotic touch of the smooth panties covering her behind. While her dress concealed her vagina, it added to the sensuous experience as it flounced with her movements and allowed me to imagine the sight of her flesh that was creating such heat in my sex.
We soon raced to a climax as her frenzied humping forced my ejaculation. That was followed shortly by her final hard thrusts and her own yip accompanied orgasm. Anne rolled forward as her hair covered my face and she breathed loudly into my ear. After a few minutes, we kissed again and agreed that it was the best sex we'd had with our clothes on.
We quickly re-assembled our clothes so as not to push our luck on not being discovered. We went back to the house to clean up. Ironically, given what had just transpired, we agreed the easiest course was to spend the rest of the party not wearing our soiled underwear. Fortuitously, that was helpful later when we left the party and went to her apartment.
