Fucking in the backstreet
Written on November 29, 2007
There was no way I could keep from coming - a million “old tricks”
flashed through my mind, but I was so caught up in the moment, the touch
of her hands moving up and down my back and sides, her warm eager mouth
exploring mine, and oh god, the feeling of her muscles contracting
around me, that I couldn’t have used any of those tricks to save my life.
And then..
Voices! People were walking this way! Sharon and I both heard them
at the same time, and we froze, not even daring to breath. If I hadn’t
been so scared of being discovered, it would have been funny. A guy and
his girlfriend were walking, hand in hand, right towards us! I just knew
they were going to come in and see us. They came within a few yards of
the trees, and then I heard the girl say “that area looks better” - and
they turned and headed off to the left.
Sharon and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. I laughed
until I cried, and then I stopped as Sharon began kissing and licking
the tears away. I was still quite hard inside her, and I started
responding to her kisses by gently moving and rotating my hips. She
gasped and smiled at me, and then kissed me harder. She tried to bring
her knees up along side of me, but her stockings weren’t all the way off
and she couldn’t - in fact, the top of the stockings seemed to
be caught on something. Or rather, *two* somethings…! Now, every time
I started to slide back out, her stockings caught me right up underneath
and kept me from pulling out too far! God, that felt good! We both
realized what was happening, and with a slight sensually nasty smile,
she raised her knees even farther until I could barely move. The
feeling was indescribable. I went crazy on her. No longer supporting
myself, I reached around her with my arms and held her tight. She
dug her fingers into my back and pushed herself up, pressing against
me. That was all I could take, and I exploded inside her for what
seemed life forever.