The broken moon light filtered through the leaves as we strolled along the path. Our laughs and chatter the only sounds.
There was a small lull in the conversation as we looked around us and just took in the smell and calm of the evening.
I looked over at you, and you at me. Our eyes locked and a
Read more…spark flew between us. I couldn't resist any longer. I grabbed your hand and pulled you into me. My lips pressing to yours.
My tongue explores your lips and you part them slightly, let me explore the taste of your mouth. Your tongue dances with mine as we kiss deeply.
Your body melts into mine. Breathlessly, you whisper, "I wish there was someplace we could sit."
I look into your eyes and recognize the same desire that I feel for you. Holding your hand, I pull you off the path and behind a thick tree.
"Why here," you start to ask, but I press my lips to yours once more, and pin you back against the tree.
My lips press to yours, one arm wrapped around you, protecting your back from the rough bark of the tree. Our tongues dance once more.
You squeeze my hand that is still in yours, and let go. I bring my hand up to your cheek, caressing your face softly. Holding your face to mine.
I slowly let my hand drop, caressing your neck and shoulder. The hand that was in mine wraps around my back, sliding up my shirt, pulling me tighter to you.
I have one hand pinned between you and the tree, you have one hand wrapped around my back. My free hand pulls your mouth tighter mine, from behind your head. Your free hand runs along my side.
"Touch me" comes your breathless whisper, as you grab my hand from your face and run it down your chest, along your stomach and down to the warmth between your legs.
I press my hand between your thighs, feeling the excitement through your pants. A moan escapes your lips. My lips caress your neck, nibling your ear. I shift slightly, sliding my hand back up. I slide my hand up under your shirt, feeling the soft skin of your stomach. My hand comes up to your bra. The weight of your breast felt nice in my hand. The texture of your bra a small distraction, but not a bad one.
Your lips latch onto my ear, nibbling it gently. You reach down and rub my hardening cock through my pants. I moan into your neck. "You like that?" you ask me.
"Yes," I say, moving my hand back down your body. As I get to the waistband of your jeans, I slip my hand into your pants. There is a quick inhale as my fingers first caress you.
You adjust a little and then undo your jeans. This gives me more access, allowing my hand a little more flexibility. I am just caressing you, when your hand comes back to me. You reach into my jeans, grabbing my swelling cock.
You are already wet as I slide a finger between your labia. Parting your lips, I gather a little moisture on my fingers and then slide my way back to the top of your folds. Finding the cluster of nerves at the top of your pussy, I start to rub you.
Your hand on my cock strokes me up and down slowly, you can barely move inside my pants. You squeeze me rhythmically. My hand on your clit your hand on my dick, our lips locked, our breaths come in gasps.
You remove your hand, and throw your arms around me, your knees seem unable to hold you up. You are moan loudly in my ear and I feel a bit of a convulsion, as your juices flow over my fingers. You collapse into me, as your orgasm starts to subsides.
"Your turn," you breath into my ear. You lower yourself to your knees, taking my pants down as you go. You take my cock into your mouth and start to suck it. You take me full into your mouth and then slide out to the tip. Again and again, you work my head and shaft. One hand stroking me as your mouth keeps me wet.
It doesn't take long before I feel that familiar buildup of energy. But then you stop. I let out a small moan of disappointment. "My knees are sore," you say. "I'm sorry."
"Shhh... It's ok, my turn." I say as I lower myself to the ground. I find a soft spot in the mulch for my knees and begin to slowly pull your pants down. You lean back against the tree again, and your intoxicating scent fills my nose. I try to relax, I don't want to rush this, but I long for even a small taste of you.
I run a hand up the back of your legs, cupping your ass. squeezing your cheeks. I slide my tongue between your legs, using your ass to pull you to me. My tongue slides the length of your pussy, drinking in your juices. I find your clit where the folds meet, and use my tongue to caress it. I apply pressure to the nerves, wrapping my lips around your clit and sucking and flicking my tongue over you.
Your hands come to the back of my head with a slap. your nails dig into my head. Your breathing is horse, rapid, and loud. Again, you knees start to buckle, and you are basically sitting in my hands. You flood my mouth with your orgasm. I am in heaven as I keep you coming, licking and sucking on you.
"No... No more... Please... No... Don't stop..." I keep going. Your hands on the back of my headed holding me tight to you. You let out one final long moan, almost a howl.
Your fingers relax on the back of my head. "Ok, please..." You tap the back of my head and I take that as a clue to stop. I release your pussy from my mouth. My beard drips with your juices. Neither of us can stand. We both kneel in the mulch. You move your face to mine, kissing me deeply.