I didn’t have nobody or nothin’ to compare him to, but the way he touched my breasts was somethin’ amazin’. His hands were smooth but his grip was hard, his finger and thumb playing with my nipple, squeezing it and teasin’ it until it was rock hard before he lowered his face to me and kissed me, right there on my sensitive skin.
The Spring sun was shinin’ down upon my bare skin as that man hungrily devoured my flesh. His mouth workin’ at my teat, tastin’ me like nobody ever had before. He was ravenous, and he worked his hand down to the front of my daisy duke shorts, unbuttonin’ ‘em, tuggin’ ‘em open as he suckled at my stiff nipple, givin’ a final flick of his tongue over its surface.
I had to admit... he was good. I mean, I’d never been so foolish, so blindly in lust, not ever. Not even close. But all I wanted was to go all the way with him, to feel somethin’ real, that I’d never felt before. And with his calmness over top of a broilin’ desire, the way he was touchin’ me, I knew he had to be a pro.
And then he touched my wetness through my white, cotton panties, and it was like my world just went black but for the pleasure.
All that I could feel was the touch of his hand to my lady parts, the gentle rub of my most private of privates… it was intense. I couldn’t hardly contain myself! I moaned into the warm midday air, and he nipped at my breasts with his mouth.
And then he did somethin’ more daring still, he slipped his fingers in beneath the pale cotton and touched his hand to my slick folds, bare and uncovered. He circled his fingertips around and teased a part of me I never fully explored myself even.
“Oh, oh!” I cried to the wind, my back arching, my body crying out for release as I ground into that touch and then tried to shy away as it became too much. He wouldn’t let me, though, and I started to quiver and quake, my nerves on fire, my tummy flutterin’ like moths were let loose in it.
He did things to my body I never could’ve imagined before then, and he just never let up. He kept me pinned to his fancy car, kissin’ from my breasts up my neck, nibblin’ at my tender skin as he continued to work his fingers inside my panties. The lil’ swirls of his long fingers stokin’ my fires so hot I swear I could hear the crackle of the flames.
I screamed out, and I knew no one was around to hear but I still felt self-conscious and bit down on my lip real hard, tryin’ to calm myself down, but that was useless. I just couldn’t stop wrigglin’ like a worm, letting out these little gasps that sounded like I was in pain but I wasn’t feelin’ no pain, not a lick.
He bit my neck and oh... I never thought much ‘bout the term love bite, but I knew what it was then because it felt so good I could barely believe it.
My panties were soaked, and there he kept goin’, touchin’ at my most private of privates, makin’ me wriggle and squirm and moan all out of control like. He kept me pressed between his rock hard body and that warm metal of his car, nippin’ at my skin, and slidin’ his free hand up along my figure.
He took his time, like he was appreciatin’ my flesh for all it was worth. He let his hand glide on up to my breast, his fingers sinkin’ into its flesh, squeezin’ and kneadin’ at it as he continued to tease and provoke my lil’ clit.
There came a point, though I don’t know exactly when, that I just completely lost it. Was like my mind went blank, and all there was was this... tension. A tightness just beggin’ to be released, and when his tongue flicked over my throat once more, and his finger swirled just so, I came undone.
I would’ve lost my footing if not for him pinnin’ me up, my knees were shakin’ just that bad, and I was screaming so loud my throat hurt, but it all felt so good, it was unreal.
It was like the fourth of July, everythin’ went suddenly dark and then lights went off. My body felt like it was bein’ torn apart by pleasure from the inside out, but the truth of the matter was he was just bringin’ me to the most pleasant point of my life to that point.
He didn’t let me down easy neither, he slowly eased off, makin’ me squirm and buck in his grasp as he teased my naughty bits on down from their high. He licked his way to my ear, nibbled and tugged at it with his teeth, then pulled back enough to meet my eyes.
And even then, as I was only slowly comin’ off of my explosive high, he slid his fingers from my quiverin’ mound, trailed a lil’ glossy wetness over my belly, then licked at his fingers. Right there in front of my eyes! I watched as he tasted my own girlish honey on his digits, lickin’ and sucklin’ ‘em clean of my flavour and soundin’ like it was a delicious Christmas treat.
I stared at him through my heavy eyelids and could barely believe what I was seeing, but I was too exhausted and still tremblin’ with excitement that it didn’t feel so wrong. I mean, I felt like I sh
ould think it was wrong, but I didn’t. Instead I found it... enticin’.
There I was, top undone, tits out in the sun, my panties soaked, watchin’ a man lick his fingers clean of my juices. And it just felt so damn right! I can’t help it! It did!
“You’ve got the tastiest cunt,” he growled his words at me like an animal. He squeezed at my breast once more, then leaned in, kissin’ me right on the lips! With my own flavour still lingerin’ on his tongue!
Though it didn’t last so long that time before he was lowerin’ me down back to my shaky feet. He set me there, restin’ my back to the car as he began to strip off his shirt completely, showin’ off his broad shoulders, his sculpted pecs and abs. Oh lordy… what a sight he was!
I admit, I greedily looked him over, and then my hands joined in like I was nothin’ more than a wanton slut. I touched his muscles, feelin’ him over, and the hairs along his chest teased my palms. He was strong, so much stronger than I imagined some rich jerk from the city bein’.
And then, before I knew it, he was unbucklin’ his pants, and down they came. Tugged away from his hips, I got to see the outline of a truly tremendous manhood silhouetted in black cotton. His boxer-briefs tightly wrapped around his junk, such a thick long shaft, with a big bulge of his balls beneath.
Though before I could finish appreciatin’ the sight of it, he yanked down my own shorts and panties, leavin’ me exposed with him.
“I need to fuck your pretty little pink pussy now, Annie,” he said to me so crassly.
He was so commanding, and I wanted nothin’ more than to obey. To follow through, and so I bobbed my head, even though my eyes were still glued to his package. I stepped out of my shorts, and it was brazen how little I cared that I was naked in the noonday sun.
My smooth, pale skin that was always hidden, that tan-line never quite touchin’ far enough to be scandalous. Never had anyone seen me like it before, but his hands went to my rounded ass and squeezed my bare flesh.
He bent his head down and kissed me on the lips again as his two powerful hands worked at my body. We made out like that for ages, my fingers tracin’ along the lines of his strong muscles, feelin’ the indents and grooves between the hard bulges, until finally they found themselves down to the cotton of his drawers. It was there I found myself stroking along the shape of his tool, feelin’ how big it was, the curious veins that bulged along its girth.
A low, husky groan rumbled out of his throat and then he pushed us apart, his dark eyes staring into mine from above.