More sunshine

At least a mile down what is barely a track is the beach. Small and pebbled but with beautiful views. There is no one around so I strip off and swim in just my pants. CG watches from the shore. Later we lie on the beach and soak up the sun. I am reading my book when he takes my hand and places it on his shorts so I can feel his erection. As I laugh, he asks if I will give him a blow job. Despite the risk of being caught I don’t hesitate. I lean across and free his cock from his shorts. He is so hard and so warm as I take him in my mouth. I feel a slight breeze cooling my lips as I greedily lick and suck his cock. I am turned on even more by knowing that he is enjoying the chance that anyone could come down the track at any time and catch us.

Soon he stops me and say he needs to be inside me; that he needs to fuck me. I catch my breath as he says the words. There are boats passing all the time and we are on a very exposed beach but I so badly want him. I lead him up to our hire car, remove my shorts and climb into the back. He slides down his shorts again and leans into the car - one hand on the parcel shelf one on the seat in front - and thrusts his hard cock into my wet cunt. I involuntarily squeal with pleasure. The car is very small and I am pressed up against the far door with my left foot up on the driver’s headrest. He absolutely pounds the fuck out of me, only stopping to laugh as he removes my glasses from where they have become wedged under my head. I lift my arse to allow him to enter me more deeply and for me to grind against his pelvis as he thrusts into me. It is probably the quickest sex we have had, very probably the roughest. Definitely the most exciting and sexiest; and as he comes I come.

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Saturday Night

Making Love

My feet ache and I’m exhausted so I go lie on the bed. I lie on my front with my head on my arms. I think about lifting my lower legs and crossing them at the ankle but decide that’s too staged. But, and even at the time this makes me smile, it’s not too staged that at some point between returning from the party and heading to bed I added stockings to my outfit! I listen to you in the kitchen and wonder how long before you get the message, pleased to hear you start to switch everything off.

You walk over to the bed and I wonder if you are playing the game too; if you will just lie next to me and pretend to sleep, if you will get undressed and slip into bed completely ignoring me. But you don’t. You lie fully across my back and kiss my neck. You get me. You always get me.

You move off me slightly, still touching so much of me with your body, and run your hand up my inner thigh. I know you will now tease me and you do. Slowly sweeping your hand up my thigh and across to the other whilst studiously avoiding touching me where I need you. Eventually you move closer and run the back of your hand up, fully, between my legs. I expect to hear your surprise when you find I am wearing no underwear but you make no reaction; am I so obvious? I want to lift my self to you but resist the urge. I need to moan but hold myself back. Worried that at too much reaction you will pull away. You lift my dress further and I quietly ask you to remove it. You help me out of it whilst I still lie on my front on the bed in basque and stockings. Somehow you have become naked and you move on top of me and push my legs apart with your knees and slightly lift my arse to you. But there is no urgency, you move around on top of me touching me with your hands, occasionally pushing your hard cock against my wetness. Teasing but not frustratingly so. Your pace is just right.

Eventually you lift me higher and position yourself against me, slowly, beautifully, entering me. This time I moan. God, you feel amazing inside me. Everything is perfect, your entire body against me, the candles, the music (which I’d not noticed until now). Time has stopped.

Getting Fucked

You rise onto your knees and I move with you and you fuck me from behind. Still gently at first and then with more force, with more passion. At some point we move and you are above me with our legs entwined. I watch your cock as it slides into me and comes out glistening in the candlelight. It is hugely erotic. You untangle me and my legs are on your shoulders as you plough into me. Pinning one of my arms above my head, never taking your eyes off me.

And then you tuck your legs under yourself and in one swift movement we are down the other end of the bed and I am sitting astride you with your cock buried deep inside me. Now I hold your arms above your head and start to fuck you. I place one foot on the floor for leverage and grind myself against you. I need to push myself fully onto you, to arch my back and grind down filling myself with your hard cock. I need to come and know I am about to come. I pull myself upright and push my hands down onto your chest, as I always do when I come. You groan and I feel the start of your orgasm too. I need to stay still as I come and you need to move. It makes it a battle, but one I relish. I love the way you come, how it’s not over in a second, how your body curls inwards and towards the end of your orgasm how you your raise your knees. How you look at me as you are coming. I know there is nothing more connecting than this moment. Pure passion, pure heat, total lust, honesty and absolute love. I laugh. You are one amazing shag.

Painful reminiscing

The following day, starting an hour commute, I consider that I will spend more time travelling to and from my meetings than we spent having sex the previous evening. I have had years of sex that you could (and I did) fit into television advert breaks.

I ache everywhere. My back is tense. Initially from throwing my head and shoulders back with my arms clasped round your inner thighs as I sat astride you and then later from lying on my front and arching my arse up towards you so you could enter me more deeply. My hips feel pulled apart from you holding the top of my thighs and ramming yourself into me from above, forcing my legs over your shoulders as you leant down to kiss me. My calves, which will receive further battering from walking around all day in heals, are throbbing from where later still I sat astride you supporting my weight so you could lift your head and watch your cock slide in and out of me. Whilst I watched your expression of pleasure. I am covered in scratches all up my body from where I curled my nails into myself, in pleasure, so as to avoid scaring you.

Later, sitting on the hard seat in my afternoon meeting, the discomfort I feel reminds me how you alternated between gently making love to me and fucking me hard. How after two hours you took me, animalistically, from behind with one hand pulling me into you and the other gaining leverage against the headboard. I smile, inappropriately, as I think how in that time I came four times and you only the once.

As I start my journey back to you and another, more gentle night of passion, I stand on the underground train. I hold the filthy metal pole and consider how much I’d like to handcuff you to the metal posts of the spare bed and fuck for hours.

Photo credit: Fabian de Kloe