Kiss and Tell

[positivetension]

For months I've written up my lays on 'did you get laid today' in darkroom lounge. Including last night's. But I like this thread! You may yet win me over here!

This thread does demand elaboration in its basic premise. Juicy details are much more fun than the short status updates being posted in the other one. I think your talents are being wasted over there

 

[sexywriterfla]

About a week ago I was getting together with a friend (let's call him J for simplicity's sake). We were in his bed, half undressed and committed to the deed, when his roommate's shouting ruined the mood beyond hope. Frustrating doesn't begin to cover it. We finally got to make up for it yesterday, though.

We had a bit of a big weekend with a lot of friends, many finally back in town for the summer. We spent most of it at someone's house, with barbeque and movies and a lot of great catching-up. At some point it was mentioned that J and his roommate had decent collection of good booze at their apartment. I immediately volunteered to help him bring some back to the house (sort of volunteering him to go pick it up in the first place).

He gave me the briefest questioning look, very aware of the implication. I gave him my biggest and friendliest smile. The sweet boy actually blushed. I really rather like getting him flustered. We headed straight to his car as nonchalantly as we could manage.

I took his free hand as soon as the house was out of view, kissing and sucking on his fingertips the whole way to his place. He did really well driving with the distraction. When we got inside his apartment, I jumped up into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me back to his room, squeezing my ass while I licked and nibbled at his neck. He dropped me on the bed and we were out of our clothes in record time.

He climbed into the bed with me, his hard cock looking insistent and hungry as they do. I rolled him onto his back and straddled him. I was dripping, burning hot and a little trembly. My heart was pounding with impatience and week-long frustration. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and worked myself down onto him, taking him gradually inside me.

I rode his cock, first slowly as I became accustomed, but then with a desperation. I took his hands and kept them on my tits, working my hips against him, pushing down to feel him so hard and deep. His roommate was gone and I was loud, very happy not to hold it in. He reached the point where he wanted to finish, that lovely moment where hunger wins, and rolled me onto my back. He pinned my hands over my head and drove right into me hard. I raised up my hips and took every thrust eagerly, with gratitude.

I came really hard, wrapping my legs tight around his waist and crying out against his neck. It crashed through me in waves and I clung to him, savoring his weight and the taste of his sweat. I get so tight when I cum, and it set him off. I felt his orgasm as mine was subsiding. I felt him tense and spasm, felt him pressing his hips hard against me, felt his cock pulse as he pumped his cum deep into me. It was perfect.

We took as long as we dared to catch our breath, sweaty and spent on his bed. People were waiting, though, and we had already been gone a suspiciously long time. We washed up and dressed. He found a box and collected the bottles we came for. I grabbed things out of the freezer to cool my cheeks and forehead. I'm very pale and it's very, very obvious when I'm flushed. When I get fucked, it's written all over my face.

We got back to the house and made up a story about arguing with his roommate over what bottles we could take, then also stopping to get gas. We were both spent, wonderfully relaxed, and just lounged lazily the rest of the night. My thighs ached from riding him. My cunt was warm, nicely tingly, and just a bit tender (in the best way). As the night wound down, I fell asleep against him on the couch. Eventually it was time to say goodbyes (or at least kick at the people who had passed out until they made a noise). J gave me a ride home and dropped me off with a kiss, finishing what we had started a week earlier.

Very very nice! You write, even first person, extremely well.

 

[Kveldulf]

I am not sure reminiscing is the point of this thread, but I did indicate I would relate a story in which sex at an unexpected moment came after some time of frustration. Does anyone know of a thread for recollecting on past experiences?

Be warned: the below recounting is not short.

Preface:

I was nineteen when this happened. The woman involved, we will call her E, was eighteen. Prior to college, E and I had dated in high school, and for each of us the other was the second person with whom we had “gone all the way.” However, for many other activities, we were each other’s “first” – we were sexually compatible on a level I have only experience with two other women in my life. The problem was that we were not at all compatible on nearly any other level. Our relationship in high school was rife with misunderstanding and hurt feelings. Despite our other incompatibilities, because we were so sexually compatible, and because E was gorgeous, from the time we were first together until I was in my mid-20s, E was the measure I used for all other women, at least in terms of physical attractiveness and sexual proclivity.

E and I did not remain in touch after I graduated high school, so I was surprised when she showed up at my dorm room door the second week of my sophomore year at college and informed me she was not only at the same college, but that her dorm room was in the same building (it was a coed dorm with alternating floors, which was not nearly as effective at keeping the sexes segregated as it was probably intended to be). I was overjoyed – if anything, E was more beautiful than she had been when I had last seen her, and every bit as sexually attractive as I remembered. To help those of you who like visuals, E was a 5’ 5” brunette (wavy hair that fell below her shoulders) with hazel eyes, and she had a fit but curvy body with very shapely everything. But what made E stand out above others was not her shape – although to me, and many others I knew, her body was perfect – it was her smile and her eyes. She was hot when she didn’t smile. She was a goddess when she did.

So, when I first saw her standing at my dorm room door my sophomore year, smiling that smile, I forgot all about our past incompatibilities and we embarked on a year of explosive sex and explosive breakups. On average, we probably broke up every three weeks. However, after a few days to a week apart, one of us would show up at the other’s door and lust would take over again. Had we been as enlightened as modern college-aged folks, we would have just accepted we were friends with benefits (more benefit driven than friendship driven) and had a great time fucking each other’s brains out instead of trying to make a relationship work, but we had neither the terminology nor the concept to guide us. So, we muddled along as best we could, craving each other physically but barely able to stand the company of the other in any other setting.




E and I were at a high-point of our college relationship. We had managed our spring semester schedule so that we were both free when our respective roommates had classes. This allowed us a great deal of time to be alone together, and we fucked like bunnies at every opportunity, which in turn allowed us to get along better at other times. So, when Spring Break came around, we decided to both stay so we could have unlimited time for sex, as almost the entire dorm building would be empty. The weeks leading up to Spring Break were happy for us – we made plans to have sex wherever possible in the dorm (common areas, showers, other dorm rooms, etc.).

The week before Spring Break was also E’s time of the month, so we had not had actual sex for most of that week – she did give me a few blowjobs, but she refused to have sex during her period, and I did not know enough to tell her it did not bother me. So, she was already hornier than usual by the initial weekend of Spring Break, and I was always horny when I was around her, so we were both eagerly awaiting her roommate leaving on Friday afternoon.

After her roommate had left, I ran down to E’s room, and we started pulling each other’s clothes off the moment I entered her room. When the phone rang, we were both naked. The call was from her family. Because she told them she would be spending Spring Break alone, they had decided to drive 500 miles and surprise her with a visit. They had stopped at gas station down the street to use a payphone (I know, how quaint) to call her so she would know to watch out for them and be able to let them in to the dorm. E ushered me out the door of her room, my clothes in my hands, with a promise that we would have time that night.

Her parents, however, were full of surprises. They thought it would be fun for E’s sixteen-year-old sister to stay with her in her dorm room so she could have a “college experience.” When they found out I was also staying at school for Spring Break, they suggested her fifteen-year-old brother could stay with me in my room. What ensued was the most frustrating week I had up to that point experienced.

E and I tried a variety of strategies for finding time to be alone, such meeting up in a bathroom, but something always interrupted us, and that something was usually her siblings. By Thursday of Spring Break, we had given up. Her parents intended to leave Sunday – the same day both of our roommates returned, and we saw no opportunity to sneak off before that.

On Saturday morning, I begged off going anywhere with her family, telling them I really had some work to do. I went back to my room alone, took out some of my favorite porn magazines (no free internet porn in those days) and was sitting on my bed stroking myself when E burst through the door, which I had not bothered to lock since I thought I was pretty much the only person in the building. She did not say a word about the magazines, which was unusual as her normal stance was that she should have been enough for me; instead, she pulled them out of my hands and tossed them to the floor, dropped to her knees in front of me, and without saying a single word (not even in response to my feeble attempts to ask how she got away from her family), sucked my hard cock deep into her mouth.

I sat there shocked – I had not been expecting her at all, and I certainly had not expected her to be on her knees giving me head. I reached up and stroked her hair before placing my hand on her head. E, who had other ideas, shoved it off and pulled back off my cock to say the first words she had said since entering my room.

“I will suck you off later, but right now I need you in my cunt,” she told me, her eyes radiating lust.

I was surprised by her language – dirty talk was not unusual for us, but I think that was the first time I had heard her use ‘cunt’ for anything other than referring to another woman she particularly did not like. However, her surprising language did not put me off – it heightened my own arousal. I tried to pull her up on to the bed with me, but again she had other ideas. She went to all fours, turned around, and begged me to fuck her from behind.

In no time, I was up off the bed and positioning my cock to push inside of her. When I did so, she gasped and I moaned.

“God,” she grunted, “that is what I needed. Fuck me Kveldulf! Fuck me hard!” (Of course, she used my real name, not Kveldulf, but discretion and all…)

Of course I obliged, but given I had already been fairly far along myself, and given that she had pushed that along by sucking it a bit, and given that I was very turned on by the whole situation, I reached climax very quickly. Luckily, at the point in my life, I almost always stayed hard after the first climax (and sometimes after a second), so I was able, after a brief moment, to continue (those days are long gone, alas; on the other hand, I am much better able to control and pace myself, so in the end I think it is a net gain, but I digress).

As I continued to drive in and out of her, I reached one hand around to massage her breasts and play with her nipples. With the other hand, I grabbed her hair and pulled, which was something we had just started incorporating based on some experiences one of her friends had related to her. Because of the exuberance of our coupling, I pulled her hair harder than I intended. E Whimpered, then started to push back against me with even greater urgency, meeting each of my thrusts as forcefully as they entered her.

“Pull harder!” she grunted, and when I did so, she yelped and then screamed, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!”

She thrust back against again and I let go of her tits and hair and grabbed her hips, keeping her in place as she shivered and moaned her way through an orgasm. When she relaxed and her breathing became more regular again, I started to slowly thrust in and out of her again – I was not even close to finishing again at that point.

As this has run long, I will summarize the rest – she came twice more before I did. Afterwards, I was spent, but she only needed a brief rest before she was ready for more. She explained that she had finally convinced her parents that she had some work to do, and that her family was off doing other things until a little later, emphasizing that we had limited time. At that point, I admitted that I had been jerking off every night that week, as well as in the mornings the last couple of days, and that I did not think I could perform again right then.

E was pissed and still horny, so she pushed me down on the bed, used her mouth until I was hard, and then climbed on top to ride me to two more orgasms. By the time she had climaxed the second time, I felt raw. There was no way I was going to able to cum again that night. E, since she was no longer angry after her two additional orgasms, tried to suck me off, but even her soft lips were enough to cause me quite a bit discomfort. So, we lay side by side for a bit before she had to leave.

The next afternoon, we ended up with a free couple hours after her parents left and her roommate returned, but I found I was still too sensitive for sex. It was not until Tuesday afternoon, when both of our roommates were at class, that I was able to stand anything other than my shorts touching me. Even then, I was too sensitive for her pussy, so she gave very slow and very wet blowjob.

A few weeks later, we had a huge fight that proved to be the end of us. But despite how everything ended, I have always remembered that Saturday afternoon during Spring Break. When we finally got together, the sex was incredible. Furthermore, with the perspective of age, I have come to understand how much more intense it had to be for her than it was for me. She had been completely frustrated for almost two weeks. I, on the other hand, had received several blowjobs the week before and had masturbated throughout the week of Spring Break.

 

[suckonsimon]

Day off for us both, warm, sunny. Whole day in our allotment with the birds and the bees and the vigour of growing and ripening things. That prompts all sorts of innuendos!

So what to do with the build of desire and energy? Go in for a siesta but first get yourselves totally shattered with romping all over the bedroom in the streaming sunshine, of course!

Some foreplay had her totally wet to take one of those drive-in-all-the-way-in-one beginnings for the shagging. This was stand-up doggy, her bent over the bed. The gasp that causes! Delish! With a pause for recovery, she was fired up to pound back onto me while I just stood there and enjoyed.

Then on the bed I lay with my feet up on the headboard, for her to ride me while I alternately sucked on and caressed her breasts-in-motion, every now and then her coming down to my face to suck my tongue off its roots; she was wild! I wanted her to go the distance like that but she begged for another change so I would be standing so as to really bash her into orgasmic bliss. The beauty of that was two-fold: It was one of those long drawn-out overwhelming ones for her, while I was still no-where near cumming [because of all the action yesterday]. So I could bring her back down to land really lovingly, still massive in her puss while we caressed and kissed and sweated on each other.

I guess later she'll get my man-milk from me.

 

[positivetension]

a story in which sex at an unexpected moment came after some time of frustration

It sounds like the build-up was worth it! I'm surprised either of you could walk at all the next day. Thanks for the detailed telling

 

[Kveldulf]

It sounds like the build-up was worth it! I'm surprised either of you could walk at all the next day. Thanks for the detailed telling

No problem. It was fun thinking through the whole thing again. As to walking the next day, I was more physically impacted by it than she was. She was sore but ready the next day, but that is how she always was.

 

[positivetension]

I guess later she'll get my man-milk from me.

I look forward to hearing about that part as well. It's always lovely how hungrily you devour her, but it sounds like you are frequently deprived the denouement with your selflessness.

 

[suckonsimon]

I look forward to hearing about that part as well. It's always lovely how hungrily you devour her, but it sounds like you are frequently deprived the denouement with your selflessness.

Hey, pt, that's so beautifully put! Thank you! For me these days it doesn't the least feel like deprivation. Rather, extension of the possibilities. Frankly, at my age the 'refraction period' [is that the term?] can be so flipping long, I kind of prefer not to cum every time, as I so enjoy the 'I'm ready for you any time' kind of feeling. And, when it's my girl, her pleasure is my pleasure too; total, full-on.

 

[Kveldulf]

Simon,

Like PositiveTension, I appreciate your willingness to share details about your
relationship with your good woman. It is great to hear how you and your
wife have hit such a fantastic balance between the loving and carnal
aspects of physical intimacy.

 

[suckonsimon]

Simon,

Like PositiveTension, I appreciate your willingness to share details about your
relationship with your good woman. It is great to hear how you and your
wife have hit such a fantastic balance between the loving and carnal
aspects of physical intimacy.

Thanks Kveldulf. And I like how you put that!

We did indeed complete the day.

 

[Kveldulf]

As I mentioned in the “Did you get laid today” thread yesterday, my wife has been experiencing some stress issues from a family situation. Monday, she did not feel well, so I spent the evening trying to make her comfortable. Last night, she was still experiencing stress from the same source, but she was feeling better. Given that I know sex relieves stress for her, I decided to see if I could help her find that relief.

After dinner, she asked if I would lie down with her in our bed to watch TV and rub her back. Normally, that time would be my reading/writing time, but I agreed readily to go with her. We closed and locked our door to avoid any disruption to my wife’s attempt at relaxing, but because we both knew we might have to get up at any moment to attend to something, we remained clothed (although we did change to more comfortable attire – a tank-top and shorts for my wife, and t-shirt and shorts for me).

My wife lay down on her side with her back facing me, and I began to rub her back, first over her tank top and then under it. After a while, I also began playing with her hair, which almost never fails to help her relax. After doing this for a couple of minutes, I brushed it to the side and began kissing the nape of her neck and her shoulders as I slid my left hand down her side so I could rub her thigh.

I could tell by my wife’s body position and her sighs that she was relaxing, and I could tell by the goose bumps on her thigh that the kisses on her neck were arousing her as well. I moved my left hand from her thigh to her ass, rubbing as I went. Soon, my wife was pushing her butt back against my hand as I rubbed her, and a few moans were mixed in with her sighs.

As I rubbed her, I also started delivering some playful smacks to her bottom. After a few of those, she asked me to pull her hair. While doing so (lightly), I slid my hand up her side (under her top) until I was able to reach her breasts. I was delighted, but not surprised, to find her nipples already erect. As I played with her boobs, my cock responded quickly.

At this point, my wife began pushing her ass back against my hardening cock, so I ran my left hand back down her stomach until I reached the elastic of her shorts. Slipping my finger under her shorts, and the panties beneath, I started teasing her labia and clitoris. As she began to moan in earnest, I moved my hand away from her pussy, pulling down her shorts and her panties to expose her bare butt. I gave her a few harder, yet still playful, smacks on her ass while tightening my hold on her hair.

Looking over her shoulder at me, my wife begged, “Harder.”

“Spanking or pulling your hair?” I asked, even as I gave her bottom another smack.

“Both,” she moaned, “but spanking more. It is making my pussy vibrate.”

After she said that, I gave her six relatively hard smacks while I pulled her hair taut. After the sixth swat, she pulled my fingers from her hair, rolled over until she was nearly on top of me, and kissed me deeply while rubbing my hard cock through my shorts.

After a few seconds of this, my wife rolled off me and onto her back before pulling up her tank top and exposing her lovely breasts and hard nipples. She then reached up and directed my head toward her tits. In a heartbeat, I was licking and sucking on her wonderful nipples while squeezing and ever-so slightly twisting her breasts. Using her leg, my wife then pulled me on top of her. It is a bit unusual for her to take charge in this way, but I was more than willing for her to do so – as much as I wanted her, my primary goal was to help her relax and feel better.

Like horny teenagers, we kissed and dry humped. And like when I was a teenager, doing so was getting me a bit further along than I wanted. So, I slid down her body, kissing her tummy along the way, until my mouth was over her still clothed pussy. I kissed her several times through the material of her shorts and panties.

Unfortunately, my wife pulled me back up and told me I could not do that because she had not showered. I told her I did not care, but that did not sway her. She gave me a quick kiss and then pushed me back so that I was sitting upright. She sat up too before pulling my erection from my shorts, bending forward, and sucking the head of it into her warm, wet mouth. She then began to alternate licking all around the head and sucking on the first couple inches.

Before long at all, I warned her I would not be able to hold back if she did not stop, which she knows is my way of telling her she needs to stop if she wants to fuck. At first, I thought she was going to keep going with the blowjob, which I did not want her to do. As much as I love my wife’s cocksucking talents, I wanted to make her feel good, so I gently pulled her head up with her hair until she let me slip out of her mouth.

With a smile, she lay back, spread her legs, and pulled her shorts and panties aside to give me access to her wet pussy. Since my cock was already out, I did not bother to take off my shorts – I just pushed inside of her and began to slowly thrust in and out of her as I played with her breasts. However, the dry humping and the blowjob had worked so well I was in danger of climaxing almost from the moment I entered her.

I did everything I could to delay my orgasm, but it soon became clear she was not getting enough stimulation. While her eyes and her moans told me she was enjoying what we were doing, I know her body well, and I knew she was not close. So, I began to rub her clit with my fingers while picking up the tempo of my thrusts. Begging me not to stop, she pulled my head to her chest and pushed one nipple into my mouth while at the same time pulling her other breast up and licking her own nipple.

As she grew closer to her climax, she pushed me upright. Her hands were squeezing her own tits while I fucked her ever harder, my fingers still on her clit. Then right when I was unsure if I could hold back any longer, I saw her face flush and felt her body shudder – sure indicators of an impending climax.

Right before her orgasm hit her, she clamped her hand over her mouth and moaned through it. Then her body went rigid and her eyes fluttered. Normally, I would have slowed my thrusting or stopped completely for her, but I was so close to my won climax that I thrust twice more before erupting inside of her.

As we relaxed after our respective releases, I remained on top of and inside of her. We stayed that way until a commotion outside our door brought some reality back to us. Too soon, we were up and doing the things that always need to be done, but we both did so smiling, and I knew that she felt much better than she had when we first lay down.

 

[suckonsimon]

^^^
Good work, Kveldulf! The subtleties of stress and sex - a real challenge to get it right!

 

[positivetension]

I decided to see if I could help her find that relief.

It's incredibly sexy that you know what she needs and what she responds to. That's the kind of closeness we all wish we could find, I think.

 

[Kveldulf]

^^^
Good work, Kveldulf! The subtleties of stress and sex - a real challenge to get it right!

It's incredibly sexy that you know what she needs and what she responds to. That's the kind of closeness we all wish we could find, I think.

I want to thank both of you for your nice comments. My wife is both my best friend and the most compatible lover I have ever had, which makes me a lucky man. However, it also requires balancing sexual with non-sexual physical intimacy, and knowing when one is desired/needed over the other, as well as balancing the kinkier activities we both crave with the more tender situations we also both need. I am happy to say that we achieve the balance we need much more often than not, which is wonderfully rewarding.

 

[Kveldulf]

Yesterday while we were both at work, my wife texted me that she was still feeling the effects from the night before, including a sensitivity that was causing even the pressure of her clothes on her to make her aroused. She told me she wanted me to do what she had not let me do the night before - lick her pussy. We texted back and forth a bit, so we were both very much anticipating some fun that night.

As the evening unfolded at home, we were not sure we would have the opportunity. However, at nearly 11:00pm my wife was able to take a shower, and after that we finally were able to have the privacy we needed. I started by kissing her lips then working down to her neck and then to her breasts. As I enjoyed licking and sucking on her nipples, I started to alternate rubbing her clit and sliding a couple of fingers inside of her. It did not take much of that for her to beg me to lick her.

Her first orgasm came while I was licking her clit and squeezing her breasts. After she climaxed, I licked and kissed around her pussy, carefully avoiding the sensitive bits until she recovered. When I thought she was ready, I started licking her again, this time rubbing her thighs as I did so. When she climaxed this time, I kept teasing her clitoris with my tongue. While I know that any stimulation after the first orgasm is too intense for her, after a second she can often handle continued stimulation, which almost always leads to at a third (the only times I have licked her to more than three in a row have involved her being restrained).

When she was able to catch her breath after her third orgasm, she had me lie flat on my back. She then positioned herself so she was beside me but able to bend over and suck me. At that point, my cock was only partially erect – while I licked her, it had cycled between hard and semi-hard – but it went quite rigid mere seconds after she started licking and sucking on it.

As she gave me a fantastic blowjob, I rubbed her back and stroked her hair. I also fought the urge to grab her hair and take control – we both enjoy this, and at some point while she is going down on me, I often take over, either by moving her head up and down or by thrusting into her mouth, if not both. My wife is so adept at continuing to lick and suck even when we get a little rough that it is hard for me to resist taking advantage of that skill. However, I was able to resist that urge and only took charge at the very end when I held her head still as I came in her mouth. After she swallowed it all, we kissed and then she snuggled up against me.

After a bit of snuggling, she insisting we both brush our teeth again – a relatively new requirement she had imposed after oral sex. I don’t think it is necessary, but she worries otherwise, and it certainly does not hurt either of us. When we finished brushing, we both got back in bed and I wrapped my arms around her, kissed her again, and held her tight as she drifted off to sleep. It was almost 12:30am at that point, and I knew we would both be very tired today since we get up at 5:00am, but it was well worth it.

 

[positivetension]

Sweet summer frustration

I met M for a date late yesterday afternoon. We've seen each other a few times and it was a nice opportunity to get out. We caught some of the Pride celebration, had a quick bite, and headed off to a park in another part of town. We just wanted to enjoy the sun a little further away from the noisier festivities. While it was less crowded, there was a still a joy and giddiness written all over everyone we saw.

We walked along the waterfront and eventually found a nice secluded bench for ourselves. It was set in an alcove in a concrete wall, just a few feet from the water's edge with the skyline visible on the far shore. The view and the feeling of privacy had us enthusiastically making out in short order. People occasionally strolled by, but it seemed the day for public affection and we weren't deterred a bit...until his hand found its way up my dress.

There was no one nearby, I was more than a little turned on, and I welcomed him. He slipped under the waistband of my panties as we kissed, working his way down to touch me. His fingertips were a bit rough on my clit, so I guided his hand lower and pressed it firmly against me. I kept my tongue in his mouth as he explored my wetness, sitting in the sun in our nook and feeling the waterfront breeze. He pushed inside, probing with one thick finger, and I clenched down on it. He moaned into my mouth as I gripped him.

We heard someone coming and he pulled back, slipping out and disentangling his hand from my undies. A couple walked by, saw is very obviously in the middle of a make-out session, and smiled. As soon as they passed, M held up his hand to show me his finger, glistening wet. He made a little act of sucking it clean and I immediately kissed him, tasting myself ever so faintly in his mouth.

His hand went back under my dress and I adjusted my hips to welcome him. We locked eyes as he entered me again, leaning in very close but not letting lips touch. I watched his face intently, feeling his breath on mine. I was hot and achy and happy to feel him inside me. He pushed his finger in and out, tormentingly slow, and I squeezed down tightly against it. We stayed like that for a long while, him slowly finger-fucking me on our secluded bench, until the next interruption.

He pulled away, we again pretended to be (slightly) more innocent than we were actually being, and we waited for the strangers to stroll by. But when they were gone, I took his hand for myself and wrapped my lips around his finger to suck. I looked him in the eyes as sweetly as I could manage, teasing his fingertip with my tongue and savoring the taste of my pussy on his skin. He pulled me to him, my back to his chest, and wrapped his arms around me. I nestled back against him and tilted my head up for a few more kisses.

He reached for the hem of my dress again but I stopped him. I peeked out of our alcove, made sure the coast was clear, and wriggled my wet panties down and off. I handed them to him over my shoulder for safe keeping and they vanished. His hand went right back down to me and I snuck one of my own behind my back to feel him. He was hard in his jeans, and I massaged his thickness through them. My legs drifted apart and he plunged his finger between my lips to explore further. I was sopping wet and just melting in his arms.

Our game continued like that as the late afternoon turned to evening. We listened to the lapping waves and felt the breeze as it cooled. I squeezed and teased his cock through his pants where no one could see. He fingered me for as long as he could, now collecting up my wetness, until we heard someone else close by. After each interruption he held up his slick finger for me to suck clean. Sometimes he denied me and made a show of savoring it himself. He started to tease, wiping it across my lips or making me strain to reach it until I whimpered. He gave a little contended sigh each time I sucked at his finger or squeezed him inside me.

It was a side of M I hadn't seen at all, on our previous dates (but honestly, we had never gone that far). I was as thrilled to see it emerge as I was to be held and touched. I'm excited that he's got that kind of a streak in him and it makes me rather eager to do much, much more. Being fingered that way, always on the verge of getting caught, was as much of a turn on as finding out he would do that.

I'm sad to say there's no thrilling conclusion to this. We kept up our little indiscretion for as long as we could, but it didn't go further. It naturally trailed off as more people left the Pride event downtown and came to our not-so-secret park. They walked by more and more often, and the sound of playing children made trying feel inappropriate. We just stayed snuggled up on our bench, watching the water and trading occasional kisses. The sun went down. It got late and started to get chilly. We got up and stretched, straightened our clothes, and walked along the water one last time before leaving.

I didn't get the panties back. I didn't plan on asking for them, but I have a feeling he would have said no. It's a very fun thought and I'm happy to hold on to it.

The next time we get together should be very interesting.

 

[CyberRain]

I met M for a date late yesterday afternoon. We've seen each other a few times and it was a nice opportunity to get out. We caught some of the Pride celebration, had a quick bite, and headed off to a park in another part of town. We just wanted to enjoy the sun a little further away from the noisier festivities. While it was less crowded, there was a still a joy and giddiness written all over everyone we saw.

We walked along the waterfront and eventually found a nice secluded bench for ourselves. It was set in an alcove in a concrete wall, just a few feet from the water's edge with the skyline visible on the far shore. The view and the feeling of privacy had us enthusiastically making out in short order. People occasionally strolled by, but it seemed the day for public affection and we weren't deterred a bit...until his hand found its way up my dress.

There was no one nearby, I was more than a little turned on, and I welcomed him. He slipped under the waistband of my panties as we kissed, working his way down to touch me. His fingertips were a bit rough on my clit, so I guided his hand lower and pressed it firmly against me. I kept my tongue in his mouth as he explored my wetness, sitting in the sun in our nook and feeling the waterfront breeze. He pushed inside, probing with one thick finger, and I clenched down on it. He moaned into my mouth as I gripped him.

We heard someone coming and he pulled back, slipping out and disentangling his hand from my undies. A couple walked by, saw is very obviously in the middle of a make-out session, and smiled. As soon as they passed, M held up his hand to show me his finger, glistening wet. He made a little act of sucking it clean and I immediately kissed him, tasting myself ever so faintly in his mouth.

His hand went back under my dress and I adjusted my hips to welcome him. We locked eyes as he entered me again, leaning in very close but not letting lips touch. I watched his face intently, feeling his breath on mine. I was hot and achy and happy to feel him inside me. He pushed his finger in and out, tormentingly slow, and I squeezed down tightly against it. We stayed like that for a long while, him slowly finger-fucking me on our secluded bench, until the next interruption.

He pulled away, we again pretended to be (slightly) more innocent than we were actually being, and we waited for the strangers to stroll by. But when they were gone, I took his hand for myself and wrapped my lips around his finger to suck. I looked him in the eyes as sweetly as I could manage, teasing his fingertip with my tongue and savoring the taste of my pussy on his skin. He pulled me to him, my back to his chest, and wrapped his arms around me. I nestled back against him and tilted my head up for a few more kisses.

He reached for the hem of my dress again but I stopped him. I peeked out of our alcove, made sure the coast was clear, and wriggled my wet panties down and off. I handed them to him over my shoulder for safe keeping and they vanished. His hand went right back down to me and I snuck one of my own behind my back to feel him. He was hard in his jeans, and I massaged his thickness through them. My legs drifted apart and he plunged his finger between my lips to explore further. I was sopping wet and just melting in his arms.

Our game continued like that as the late afternoon turned to evening. We listened to the lapping waves and felt the breeze as it cooled. I squeezed and teased his cock through his pants where no one could see. He fingered me for as long as he could, now collecting up my wetness, until we heard someone else close by. After each interruption he held up his slick finger for me to suck clean. Sometimes he denied me and made a show of savoring it himself. He started to tease, wiping it across my lips or making me strain to reach it until I whimpered. He gave a little contended sigh each time I sucked at his finger or squeezed him inside me.

It was a side of M I hadn't seen at all, on our previous dates (but honestly, we had never gone that far). I was as thrilled to see it emerge as I was to be held and touched. I'm excited that he's got that kind of a streak in him and it makes me rather eager to do much, much more. Being fingered that way, always on the verge of getting caught, was as much of a turn on as finding out he would do that.

I'm sad to say there's no thrilling conclusion to this. We kept up our little indiscretion for as long as we could, but it didn't go further. It naturally trailed off as more people left the Pride event downtown and came to our not-so-secret park. They walked by more and more often, and the sound of playing children made trying feel inappropriate. We just stayed snuggled up on our bench, watching the water and trading occasional kisses. The sun went down. It got late and started to get chilly. We got up and stretched, straightened our clothes, and walked along the water one last time before leaving.

I didn't get the panties back. I didn't plan on asking for them, but I have a feeling he would have said no. It's a very fun thought and I'm happy to hold on to it.

The next time we get together should be very interesting.

Not sure what turned me on more, the content of your incredibly sexy story or the superrior, beautiful writing!

Thank you...

 

[Kveldulf]

I met M for a date late yesterday afternoon. We've seen each other a few times and it was a nice opportunity to get out.

Another sensuous tale nicely told.

 

[bookworm69]

@pt ... thank you for sharing such a sensual, expressive account, which brings back so many memories of covert public licks and tastes that occur while dating. love the thoughts of teasing and self-denial, which are some of the common themes in the posts in this thread. all of which make for highly-charged emotional, as well as sexual, provocative feelings.

thanks to all.

I met M for a date late yesterday afternoon. We've seen each other a few times and it was a nice opportunity to get out. We caught some of the Pride celebration, had a quick bite, and headed off to a park in another part of town. We just wanted to enjoy the sun a little further away from the noisier festivities. While it was less crowded, there was a still a joy and giddiness written all over everyone we saw.

We walked along the waterfront and eventually found a nice secluded bench for ourselves. It was set in an alcove in a concrete wall, just a few feet from the water's edge with the skyline visible on the far shore. The view and the feeling of privacy had us enthusiastically making out in short order. People occasionally strolled by, but it seemed the day for public affection and we weren't deterred a bit...until his hand found its way up my dress.

There was no one nearby, I was more than a little turned on, and I welcomed him. He slipped under the waistband of my panties as we kissed, working his way down to touch me. His fingertips were a bit rough on my clit, so I guided his hand lower and pressed it firmly against me. I kept my tongue in his mouth as he explored my wetness, sitting in the sun in our nook and feeling the waterfront breeze. He pushed inside, probing with one thick finger, and I clenched down on it. He moaned into my mouth as I gripped him.

We heard someone coming and he pulled back, slipping out and disentangling his hand from my undies. A couple walked by, saw is very obviously in the middle of a make-out session, and smiled. As soon as they passed, M held up his hand to show me his finger, glistening wet. He made a little act of sucking it clean and I immediately kissed him, tasting myself ever so faintly in his mouth.

His hand went back under my dress and I adjusted my hips to welcome him. We locked eyes as he entered me again, leaning in very close but not letting lips touch. I watched his face intently, feeling his breath on mine. I was hot and achy and happy to feel him inside me. He pushed his finger in and out, tormentingly slow, and I squeezed down tightly against it. We stayed like that for a long while, him slowly finger-fucking me on our secluded bench, until the next interruption.

He pulled away, we again pretended to be (slightly) more innocent than we were actually being, and we waited for the strangers to stroll by. But when they were gone, I took his hand for myself and wrapped my lips around his finger to suck. I looked him in the eyes as sweetly as I could manage, teasing his fingertip with my tongue and savoring the taste of my pussy on his skin. He pulled me to him, my back to his chest, and wrapped his arms around me. I nestled back against him and tilted my head up for a few more kisses.

He reached for the hem of my dress again but I stopped him. I peeked out of our alcove, made sure the coast was clear, and wriggled my wet panties down and off. I handed them to him over my shoulder for safe keeping and they vanished. His hand went right back down to me and I snuck one of my own behind my back to feel him. He was hard in his jeans, and I massaged his thickness through them. My legs drifted apart and he plunged his finger between my lips to explore further. I was sopping wet and just melting in his arms.

Our game continued like that as the late afternoon turned to evening. We listened to the lapping waves and felt the breeze as it cooled. I squeezed and teased his cock through his pants where no one could see. He fingered me for as long as he could, now collecting up my wetness, until we heard someone else close by. After each interruption he held up his slick finger for me to suck clean. Sometimes he denied me and made a show of savoring it himself. He started to tease, wiping it across my lips or making me strain to reach it until I whimpered. He gave a little contended sigh each time I sucked at his finger or squeezed him inside me.

It was a side of M I hadn't seen at all, on our previous dates (but honestly, we had never gone that far). I was as thrilled to see it emerge as I was to be held and touched. I'm excited that he's got that kind of a streak in him and it makes me rather eager to do much, much more. Being fingered that way, always on the verge of getting caught, was as much of a turn on as finding out he would do that.

I'm sad to say there's no thrilling conclusion to this. We kept up our little indiscretion for as long as we could, but it didn't go further. It naturally trailed off as more people left the Pride event downtown and came to our not-so-secret park. They walked by more and more often, and the sound of playing children made trying feel inappropriate. We just stayed snuggled up on our bench, watching the water and trading occasional kisses. The sun went down. It got late and started to get chilly. We got up and stretched, straightened our clothes, and walked along the water one last time before leaving.

I didn't get the panties back. I didn't plan on asking for them, but I have a feeling he would have said no. It's a very fun thought and I'm happy to hold on to it.

The next time we get together should be very interesting.

 

[positivetension]

Thank you, all three. I'm glad you enjoyed the telling as much as I enjoyed the kissing

 

[bookworm69]

Thank you, all three. I'm glad you enjoyed the telling as much as I enjoyed the kissing

pt, your account reminded me of something I hadn't thought about in ages, sitting next to a woman in a restaurant as she places my hand on the naked thigh under her dress and I discover that she is wearing no panties.

the feel of a woman's silky inner thigh and her hand that she offers which guides my own -- higher and higher, and higher, touching her soft pouty lips, feeling her dewy wetness. mmm... so magical. but the magic gets better as she further guides a finger or two inside her luxuriant softness. and, it is at this point she begins to finger fuck herself with my finger.

I'll never forget, I have my eyes closed and I am enjoying the sensual tactile feast ... and I open my eyes to look at her face and it is super, super-causal as we are in a crowded restaurant. I admire my gf's ability to be so causal, so blasé about our public intimacy, as she keeps on a façade of nonchalance as I explore her pussy.

The only thing that gives my gf away is her sexy husky tone when she talks, which only I could hear. I remember grabbing a breadstick with the hand that recently explored her, bringing my fingers to my nose and smelling her beckoning sex (and me moaning). She looked deeply into my eyes, so causally, but I knew she was turned on ... when I licked and sucked my fingers. She broke our eye connection and jumped a bit and squirmed in her seat ... knowing what I would do for her later that night. When the food arrived we kissed and she lingered smelling her own erotic scent from my lips.

 

[positivetension]

pt, your account reminded me of something I hadn't thought about in ages, sitting next to a woman in a restaurant as she places my hand on the naked thigh under her dress and I discover that she is wearing no panties.

Sounds like a very fun date. There's quite a thrill in getting away with it.

 

[positivetension]

Bumping for confessions!

 

[tasteyourthighs]

Looking up.

We had sat at the restaurant chatting away and she was rubbing her foot on my leg , footsy's I guess. She kept saying how horny she was and then placed her foot in between my legs , resting against my crotch , and rubbed my growing bulge with her foot. I asked whats up and she just said she was in the mood and wanted to have hot sex. She then said she had asked for some of our friends to pop over later but only a couple replied for a drink later. She kept rubbing my bulge and said she would suck me and kiss my hard cock on the way home. CHECK PLEASE! We got to the car and kissed hard and long as I started to slide my hand up her thigh under her skirt to find no thong but a wet pussy , I rubbed her clit and she moaned and came right away. I moved to her round soft breasts and squeezed and pinched her nipples and she said to leave because she wanted some cock.

When we got home , we ran by the children playing out front and up to our place , pulling off me shirt and shorts as we got near, she was toppless as we walked in. I ran to the bedroom and she went to the bathroom. I was laying there with my hard cock as she walked in looking so sexy and horny and she laid beside me. We kissed hard as I rubbed her thighs and then her pussy lips as she spread her warm legs for me and I could feel her warm wetness and moaned. She grunted and pulled on my hard cock and rubbed my wet tip and squeezed me hard for more precum.

We were kissing when she sat up and we started a 69 and her pussy tasted so good, I licked and tasted her juices. She pulled on my hard cock and sucked me down to my hilt and bobbed up and down and then she stopped. I kept going and then I noticed she was not doing anything so I thought she was enjoying the oral fun I was giving her clit and pussy lips when she said look.

I looked around her and our friend was standing there watching us with a noticeable erection. Don't stop for me you look good to the eyes and the cock he says. How did you get in I yelled?!!
Door was unlocked and the kids let me into the building when I arrived. He had watched us for about 3 minutes before we saw him there in the doorway.

What happened next was great for us 3.

 

[Eliphaz]

This is a really promising thread, I wish people were sharing more.
I've been playing sometimes with a couple of friends. The other night she called and while we were chatting she started giggling, "so, we were just talking about you." She sounded a little distracted so I asked what she was up to. More giggling. "well, he's going down on me right now. you should probably come over." Their place already smelled like sex when i got there and they were making out naked on the couch, her hand wrapped around his cock.

He kind of has a thing for watching me and her have sex, but this time they seemed pretty well along already so I suggested they not mind me, and proceed. They demanded I disrobe and after some friendly leering at my obvious state of arousal I joined them on the couch. She was already climbing onto his lap but I thought it would be fun to give them some direction. "I want to see it go in." Some mild porno-style acrobatics and I was treated to a beautiful close-up view of his extremely rigid shaft penetrating her and sliding in deep.

I took in the view and especially loved urging them on as they lost themselves in their fucking. We kissed as they rocked together. Her climax came first and seemed to push him over the edge, and as he groaned and released inside her, she and I locked eyes. Seeing her grin and look into my eyes as she milked the last shivers of his orgasm left me even more desparately turned on, which was again noted with some glee as they disentangled themselves.

I found myself pushed down on the couch and she climbed on top, straddling my hips while teasing me about how terrible it was that I'd been forced to watch and suffer without relief, and how it wouldn't be fair if he didn't get his chance to watch us fuck after all. I didn't disagree, and as she lowered her hips down a little further, he took my cock in his hand and guided it to her, sliding the head up and down her lips before aiming it home. She purred and sat down on me, filling herself with my shaft, and they urged me on just like I had done earlier. Between their filthy encouragements and her slick wetness enveloping and sliding over me, I didn't stand a chance. Even now writing about it it's making me squirm to think about and I have a feeling that bringing it up again with them will lead to further adventures.