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He lowers my head to the ground and puts his free arm across my belly, his hand on my waist . Running his thumb in little circles on the sensitive skin just above my hip he kisses his way down my throat, his stubble grazing my skin just as I had imagined.
I sigh and moan again, arching my back to push my breasts towards him as I put my hand on his head and pull him to me. I can smell the slightly citrus smell of the shampoo he’s used all mixed up with some delicious cologne and that incredibly sexy, musky smell men get when they’re hot.
I try to push him onto my breasts, but he won’t let me and pulls himself up onto his elbows. Slowly he leans across me till his weight is on my chest, then lowers his face to mine. We both have our eyes wide open as our lips get closer, our breath mingling, then his mouth touches mine . His lips are hot and dry against mine, which are still cool and moist from the cool drink I had just had.
We kiss with closed mouths for the longest time, getting a sense of each other, carefully shifting until his entire body is laid alongside mine, one of his thighs thrust between my legs. I can feel his cock hardening so I roll my hips to rub against him, feeling his thigh rub my pussy at the same time. Slowly he slides his tongue between my lips, then we’re kissing hard and passionately, his lips firm and dry against mine as his tongue weaves around my mouth, penetrating me as thoroughly as his cock could.
We writhe against each other on the ground, dry humping like randy teenagers, enjoying the bizarre sensuality of being this intimate with a complete stranger who I had just met on a dating site, in a public place in the middle of the day. The risk and the newness heighten the experience until we are both pinching and squeezing and scratching at each other’s bodies, desperately trying to get our fill of the other.
Roughly he pulls my top up so he can see my breasts, the black lace curving sexily around the full, pale flesh, the pinkness of the aureole visible, nipples straining through the fabric. He exclaims when he sees them, then takes a handful of flesh and kneads it as he presses his mouth against mine again.
I half sit up and struggle to remove my top, I’m so aroused I don’t care about the setting, I just want to be naked for him, so he can touch me wherever he wants. He reaches round and tugs my bra undone, my breasts lying plumply against my chest .
I watch as he removes his polo shirt in one motion, his stomach muscles tense as he holds himself reared up. When he lies back on top of me I almost cry out, the feeling of his skin and the wiry hairs on his chest rubbing against my bare and sensitive breasts is so extreme.
We lie still for a moment, savouring that first sensation of naked skin on naked skin, before resuming our caresses with even greater fervour than before. He’s rough and hasty with me now, but I’m so deeply aroused that it causes only pleasure when he pinches, then sucks and bites my nipples, or crushes my entire breast in his strong hand. His other hand is creeping up my leg as we kiss and I’m only partly aware of it until he gets to my underwear and starts sliding his finger under the elastic round my hip.
“Not yet, You can’t fuck me” I order him in a whisper, pushing upwards so he rolls onto his back and I can lean over on top of him.
I hold him there for a minute, my hands pressed on his chest, his mouth half open, lips red and swollen from our frantic kissing. His chest rises and falls fast with his panting, his stomach hollowing out under his ribcage, his hips holding his trousers away from his stomach, concave as he lies on his back, the trail of dark hair from his belly button leading the eye down towards his crotch and the enticing gap between flesh and fabric.
I run my hand softly down over his stomach, a brief caress over his hip, then back to the centre, where I dip my hand slowly, teasingly into the top of his trousers, inside the broad elastic of his boxers- taught across his lower belly, then I can feel the course, springy hair under my fingers, the heat of his groin, the groan he utters which starts in his belly.
He catches my wrist in his hand and pulls it roughly away, holding it gripped as he forces me onto my back again. I sigh with pleasure, I have always enjoyed being slightly submissive. In all my fantasies I am controlled, coerced, forced into pleasure, but I have never experienced it in real life. All the boys I’d bedded have been pleasurable, but none of them had the confidence to hold me down like this; to push me about a little, dominate me and now it’s happening I find it as exciting and enjoyable as I always thought I would.
I give all control up to him now, no longer trying to explore his body or to stop him when he pushes my skirt up to my waist and pulls my legs apart so he can run his fingers lightly up and down my inner thighs, slowly moving closer and closer to that hot, throbbing point I’m longing for him to touch. He carefully slides one finger inside the elastic and starts stroking the outer lip of my pussy, this is too much! I wriggle and squirm like a fish on a line trying to move his finger closer to where I want it, but he won’t let me.
He has his free hand flat on my belly, holding my hips to the ground and I have to stay still and let him caress me as he will. As my moans and whispers become more and more frustrated, he moves his finger away and pulls my underwear right down, pushing them off my legs till they hang loosely on one ankle.
I am now naked from the waist down and the waist up, my skirt pushed up over my hips and my legs pulled apart leaving me exposed to his voracious gaze like an erotic exhibit. I find this almost unbearably arousing, being looked at, observed, desired. I desperately want him to touch me, to fill up the aching, empty feeling in my belly, to mould my body against his, but at the same time I want to be watched like this, till my whole being becomes sexual and sensualised.
I am so glad when he starts pulling at my skirt. I want to be naked now, to feel the sun and air on my skin as he begins caressing me again. I watch as he unbuttons his jeans, his thick, hard cock straining against the tight cotton of his pants, then he pulls those off as well and it slips free to hang, suspended in the dark thatch of curls between his legs, pale and swollen with a darker tip, skin stretched absolutely taught across it, veins swelling through to the surface, the tip glistening. I stare at it as, a moment ago, he was staring at my pussy, pink and wet, open to him like some exotic flower, moisture trickling down from my cunt and over my thighs.
I lick my lips nervously, his cock is so magnificent it is almost threatening. He sees this and a thought seems to occur to him, I watch as his pupils dilate with excitement and he smiles. He’s leaning over me now, kissing me roughly on the lips, his cock bobbing against my belly, leaving a smear of moisture there.
Swiftly, I pulled his head down and kissed him, uncaring of anyone watching. I plunged my tongue into his mouth, exploring and sucking on his lips as hard as I could. I pressed and rubbed my breasts against him, shuddering at the friction on my sensitive nipples. I kissed him until I heard him growl, his dick a mass of turgid flesh against my belly. My pussy seemed to contract.
Suddenly he reached down and began to finger fuck me, my face became slightly flushed as my breathing became more rugged. I became louder and more energetic and he became bolder. As he inserted a second finger my moaning became almost continuous and I began to gently thrust up into his wrist which was resting on my clitoral hood. Using the tip of his tongue he stroked over my labia – savouring the taste of every last drop of my sex. As he increased the pressure on my G-spot my steaming hot pussy began to close in on his fingers. Circling his tongue around my swelling clit – my hips flexed powerfully. As he began to spiral in towards her epicentre I gripped his arm tightly as I screamed in ecstasy. As his tongue pressed against my clit my entire body shook uncontrollably with orgasm. As he held the pressure on my G-spot my entire body continued to tremble with wave upon wave of pleasure. His relentless fingers driving me higher and higher. As I threw her head back against the grass my breasts jiggled and a beautiful orgasm ravaged through my body.
He straddled me and gently rubbed his member over my tingling pussy. Determined to frustrate me every bit as much as he could he teasingly pushed the very head of his pulsing cock in and out of my quivering opening. Catching him off guard I pressed her pussy upon his cock. As my pussy engulfed his cock inch by tantalising inch his eyes never left mine. Whilst he loves the feeling of his bare dick against her wet pussy nothing compares to the satisfaction of looking deep into my eyes as it slides in inch by inch. My pussy is still tingling from my previous climax . I wrapped my legs around his hips as he thrusted with deeply into me.
He reached around beneath my legs and gently stroked my slippery pussy . I began to squirm with pleasure as I dug my nails deep into his back. At that moment it was as if the solar system was orbiting around us and nothing else in the world was more important. Angling his dick up toward my G-spot he fucked me with all of the energy he had. “Come on my cock,” he whispered softly. The intensity of the thrusting caused my tits to bounce against his chest. “Fuck yes!” I cried, “Oh my god, oh my god, YES!” Totally lost in one another’s bodies he began to fuck me harder still as he held my naked body tight against his. “Come on me baby,” he whispered as he clenched my bum cheeks hard, digging in his nails. I screamed with ecstasy as waves of orgasm pulsed through my body. My pussy closed hard on his thrusting cock milking it dry as we shared an indescribably intense orgasm. Holding each other closely we plummeted into orgasmic oblivion. The warmth of his cum filled my pussy as I trembled with ecstasy.
