by Daphne Dawn
I feel Scott’s strong grip pull me onto my feet.
As soon as I put weight on my right foot, pain shoots through it.
“Ouch,” I wince and shift awkwardly onto my other foot.
“What’s the matter?” Scott peers at me.
“Ankle,” I say and point to my right foot. Ouch. My right ankle’s throbbing. The grazes hurt, and my pride, well it had been trampled on by a heard of elephants.
“Here,” Scott put his left arm around me to support my weight. “Let’s get you over onto that log so we can take a look at your ankle.”
The minute my body touches his, all my pain evaporates and is replaced with desire. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his muscles.
With incredible tenderness, he lowers me onto a fallen tree. Then he gently undoes the laces of my shoe.
“Is this ok?”
I nod. His touch is pushing all my sex buttons. If we weren’t out in the open I don’t know what I would do. Maybe rip the little clothing he was wearing off his body and explore it with mouth and hands.
Once my shoe is removed, Scott works on my sock. Instead of ripping it off, or rolling it down, he takes his time gently pushing it downward inch by inch. Every few seconds he looks at me for any sign of discomfort.
My insides are turning into jelly and my brain is threatening to go on strike. Touch me, I want to whisper but I don’t. Please, please, pretty please touch me. But I stay strong.
Once my foot is bare, Scott holds it in his hands. His fingers press gently on different parts, asking if it hurts.
Each time I shake my head. Agony, this is sheer agony, with my body screaming for more. My pussy is so wet I could just take him here and now.
Suddenly, Scott’s thumb finds the injured spot. I flinch as his fingers gently prod the area.
“I think it’s a sprain.” Scott keeps holding my foot.
I nod. My mouth is parched and I’m afraid my voice will betray me.
I feel Scott’s eyes look right into my soul.
I myself am looking inward. How can this be happening to me? A few days ago I was bewitched by Brad and had the best sex of my life, and here I am practically begging another man to take me and fuck me.
“I’ll help you back to the car.” Scott’s voice penetrates my foggy brain.
If I could I would put some distance between us so I can think better. His presence is unnerving and I cannot think clearly.
As slowly as the shoe and sock came off, Scott puts them back on.
I try and stand but I’m a little unsteady on my feet. I waver and Scott holds onto me.
Please don’t let me go, I whimper silently. Scott, who seems to have turned into a mind reader, keeps his arms around my waist.
“I think I better carry you,” he says and before I can protest I’m in his arms.
Fire rips through me. I feel the hardness of his muscles. He really is the proverbial muscle pack. There are muscles I didn’t even know men had.
“You work out then?” I say and look at his profile.
No effort seems to be expended in him carrying me. It is as if I’m light as a feather. I wish I were. I know I’m slim, but like every other woman in LA I wish I could lose a few of those pesky pounds on my thighs and hips. And if anyone ever talks about childbearing hips again I swear I’ll scream.
Scott glances at me.
“Not as much as I’d like to.” Lust flares up in his eyes.
Butterflies caress my skin. I put my arms around his neck.
“Comfortable?” A pause. “There are different positions we could try, you know?”
I raise my eyebrow in mock surprise.
“I hadn’t thought of different positions.” I smile innocently at him. “What do you suggest?”
Vivid pictures flash through my mind.
Scott fixes me with his intense eyes.
“Well lets see,” there’s a little furrow in his brow and a sparkle in his eyes I have not noticed before. “You could start traditional and move onto the more unusual.”
As he speaks his fingers are caressing my back, drawing little circles on it.
“Tell me more,” I whisper and feel a tingling between my legs.
“I’ve heard of the Tominagi.”
I chuckle. “Is it painful?”
Scott shrugs. “We’d have to give it a go.”
My desire intensifies.
“And?”
My eyes hang on each and every one of his words.
“Doggy lift, fireman pole and one of my favorite, Swiss ball blitz.”
I take my gaze off his face and look around. Unfortunately I realize we are at the most exposed part of the Canyon trail. There’s not even a tree or high grass in sight.
“And you are experienced in all of those?” I continue our banter.
“Well, in some I’m experienced, in others I would I like to get more…” he pauses, “experience. You know with this sort of stuff you can never have too much experience.”
I feel one of his hands move toward my backside. He’s managing to hold me in such a way tha his hand is now on my bare skin.
My grip around his neck tightens. I want to take some of my weight off his arms so he can continue his search for more personal parts of my body.
“And during all this getting experience,” I continue, “have you worked out which is your favorite or are you still working on it?”
He throws his head back and laughs.
“I might need to go over some of them again to make sure which one I would rank as number one. I just need a willing subject.”
By now his fingers are sliding along my ass. If only he could get to my pussy from there. I shift in his arms.
“Painful?”
I shake my head.
“We could try a different position?”
Our eyes meet and our gazes lock. Slowly he lowers me to the ground before picking me up again. This time I wrap both my legs around his waist. My arms go back around his neck.
“Better?” he murmurs into my ear.
Action is still rather limited this way, but my pussy now feels his erect dick. I know he’s as turned on and ready for action as I am.
To my relief I can see the car park not too far into the distance. Mental calculations confirm we can be back at my apartment ready to rip each other’s clothes off in less than twenty minutes.
I’m breathing hard and this time not from physical exertion.
Scott’s chest rises and falls against my breasts. I can feel his muscles and heart beat through the flimsy material that separates our skin. He too is breathing a little faster.
Finally at the car he slowly lowers me to the ground. My back is against the driver’s door.
The instant my feet touch the ground, Scott’s mouth is on top of mine and his tongue is demanding access into my mouth.
I groan and dig my fingernails into his neck. His hands are pushing under my top and are squeezing my nipples.
Tempted as I am to rip his shorts off I am aware of other parked cars and the possibility of strangers coming upon us having sex.
Briefly I let my hands move down into his shorts, just to feel his cock. It’s hard, its long and it’s ready for me.
“Let’s go to my place.” I invite him, and he doesn’t need to be asked twice.
Scott
She’s about to get inside her car when I grab her by the wrist.
“What are you doing?”
“Going home,” she whispers, looking at me with wide eyes.
“No way,” I tell her, reaching for her car keys and taking them out from her hands. “You’re not driving like that. Your ankle’s all swollen. We’ll take my car.”
I don’t even let her argue the point. I just pick her up from the floor and carry her toward my Aston, parked just a few dozen meters away from her Prius. As gently as I can, I place her on the driver’s seat and then I take my place behind the wheel.
“I’ll need directions,” I say, looking a
t her with a grin. Fuck, I can barely control myself. If it weren’t for the fact we’re surrounded by all these fucking tourists, I’d just fuck her right here.
“It’s easy,” she replies, and a few minutes later we’re cruising down the highway, my cock still fighting back against the fabric of my shorts. I don’t even remember the last time I was this hard.
The moment I park the Aston outside her apartment building, I get out of the car and just pick her up. I carry her inside the building and straight toward the elevator, my lips aching for hers with each step I take.
“Fuck, I can’t wait,” I tell her as she fumbles with her keys. When the door to her apartment finally swings open, I almost tumble inside. Still, I regain my balance and softly place her down.
“I don’t want to wait,” she adds, throwing her arms over my shoulders and reeling me in. Our lips meet, and then I’m working on auto-pilot.
With one hand on her waist, I grab the hem of her crop top and then pull it over her head and throw it to the floor. After that, I just tug on her shorts, sending them down her legs. The fabric pools at her feet and she kicks it to a faraway corner. She might feel exposed right now in her bra and her tiny thong, but judging by the look on her face, she’s liking it. And so am I.
I take a step back and allow my eyes to roam over her half-naked body. She looks fucking hot in nothing but shorts and a tank top, but this…fuck, this is something else. Where has this woman been all my life?
“Now this is a pretty sight,” I tease her, my eyes wandering up and down her body. My gaze lingers on her thong, and then it does the same on her breasts.
Feeling my heart kick against my chest, I grab her by the arms and push her toward the couch in the middle of her living room. I lay her down on it and I lean into her.
My lips reach for her mouth while my hand anxiously slides down her body. My other hand slowly goes to her back, finds the clasp of her bra and frees it; instead of allowing the cups to droop over her breasts, though, she places her hands over them.
Allowing the tension to build, she pushes the straps of her bra down her shoulders, and only then she does allow the cups to start drooping. My eyes widen as her right nipple comes into sight, rosy and hard, and I just want to get a taste of it.
I reach for her breasts then. She trembles slightly as she feels the palm of my hands pressing down on her hard nipples, and then I turn my fingers into claws and squeeze her breasts eagerly. She gasps as I do it, her breasts burning with pleasure.
Then I run my lips from her mouth, to her neck, and finally then on her nipple. I wrap my lips around her hard tip and, taking it into my mouth, I start sucking on it. My tongue gently circles her right nipple while I suck on it and my other hand squeezes her left breast. She closes her eyes, a pleasant warmth under her skin.
“It´s so good,” she whispers, her mouth allowing a soft moan to escape.
I continue doing the same to the other nipple.
“It’ll get better soon enough”, I grin.
I pull my mouth out of her nipples and slide my hands down the side of her body, taking them to her waist.
With a growl, I take my fingers to her inner thighs and pull on her thong, sending it down her legs. She bites her lower lip as she feels it sliding down.
As I expose her wetness, she curls her fingers around my wrist and makes me press my hand against her pussy. My fingertips caress her inner lips with gentleness, tracing the contour of her pussy and carefully avoiding her clit. She starts swaying her hips back and forth, trying to make me press my fingers against her clit.
Then, before she can even moan, I open my hand and press it hard between her thighs. She snaps her legs shut by instinct, trapping my hand there as I flick one finger against her inner lips. She opens her mouth and sighs in frenzied delight as she feels my finger sliding inside of her.
I take it all the way, curling it upwards and pressing my fingertip against her G-spot. I rub her there, drowning her brain with pleasure. When I slide one more finger inside of her, she can’t stop herself from moaning – she opens her mouth and lets a high-pitched cry of pleasure fall from her lips.
Just like that, she arches her back and I feel her pussy tightening around my fingers as she comes.
Still shaking, she gets up from the couch and presses her hand on my crotch, my cock pulsing furiously against her, and slides it upwards towards the hem of my shorts. Her eyes never leaving mine, she slowly starts pulling them down, my cock pressing out against her knuckles as she goes.
Wasting no time, she grabs my underwear, pushing it down in one swift movement. My cock jumps out at once – I can see on her face she’s surprised by my length, and I can’t help but grin.
“Not bad,” she smirks at me, curling her fingers around the root of my shaft.
She starts stroking me, taking one hand all the way up my length and then making the same climb with her other hand. She goes like that for a while, tugging on my member with both her hands in a flowing motion.
My hips rock slightly forwards, and I just want to put my whole hardness inside her mouth. She lets her hands go up to my stomach and she grabs at my t-shirt, tugging on it and undressing me.
I take it out as she hurries down to my shorts and boxer briefs and push them completely down my legs. Before I can take them off, she grabs me by the waist and pushes me down onto the couch, right next to her.
I grin at her as she positions herself on top of me, taking my sneakers off and throwing them away. I kick off my shorts then, taking a whole second to marvel at the perfect, naked girl standing on top of me.
She leans into me fast, parting her lips and taking my cock inside of her mouth. I exhale in pleasure as she flicks her tongue against my tip, circling it with soft and deliberate movements.
My hands go to her head and I push her down with an almost anxious eagerness. She doesn’t even bother resisting my pressure – she wants to feel that thickness inside her tight mouth, and I don’t want to wait for it either.
Going down my length, she pushes herself as hard as she can, straining to fit me all inside of her mouth. She pulls back slowly the moment she feels her lips touching the skin at the base of my cock.
Then, firmly grabbing my cock by the root, she starts bobbing her head, my length going in and out of her mouth at a steady pace. I guide her with my hands although she keeps her own rhythm – she needs no guidance, the rhythm of her mouth on my shaft growing into an unstoppable crescendo of lustful fury.
Pulling back out again, she lets my cock pop out of her mouth and starts stroking me again, her eyes never leaving mine.
Oh, Kayla’s good…very fucking good.
Kayla
His breathing is growing rougher with each bob of my head and I up the pace, stroking him while I suck.
Letting go of my head, his fingers slide down my neck and go around my waist, caressing my inner thighs. I push my knees slightly apart, allowing him to place his hand on top of my pussy, one finger of his immediately finding the way to my clitoris.
He doesn’t waste time – with his cock lodged deep inside my mouth, he slides one finger inside of me and starts to move it in and out in a furious pace. I sway my hips as he does it, my throat vibrating with a moan that can’t escape my lips because of his massive cock.
I like his fingers inside of me almost as much as I relish having him in my mouth. But there’s something else that we can do – something better.
I grab his hand and make him take his fingers out. Then, I pop his cock out of my mouth and jump on top of his body.
With my back turned to him, I slide back. Realizing what I’m about to do, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me into him, his mouth fitting right below my dripping pussy.
I only stop when his face is trapped between my thighs and then I start easing myself down softly, allowing his tongue to part my pussy lips and jab in and out of me quickly, while his other hand press down on my clitoris.
With my pussy on his face, I le
an forwards, grabbing his cock and pointing it straight at my mouth. I let it slide inside of me in a hurry, his burning flesh rolling over my tongue hastily. I suck on him as hard as I can, cupping and caressing his balls with one hand. God, his balls are huge – it seems like I’m playing with tennis balls.
I try to focus on what I’m doing, but it’s harder than it seems. He keeps flicking his tongue at me, thrusting with it and then sliding it along my slit, all while he rubs on my clit with the dexterity of a true master. We’re pleasing each other with our mouths – my pussy in his mouth, his cock in mine – and it’s absolutely amazing.
I feel my whole body burning with pleasure and all I want to do is scream. To do so, I take his cock out of my mouth and let a high-pitched scream tumble out of my mouth, filling the whole living room. I grab his knees hard, arching my back as a jolt of mind numbing electricity runs through my spine.
I’m coming hard and, fuck, he doesn’t ease up. He keeps licking me, his fingers hooked on my hips and keeping me in place. I tremble in ecstasy like a madwoman until I can’t take it anymore; I roll to the side, closing my eyes and breathing hard.
But I want more. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t help it. I’m drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
I lick my lips and he looks at me, his hands circling my waist, and I lean in to kiss him. My tongue slides along his as our bodies press together in frenzied lust. My pussy is calling for him and I become a ravenous, wild person I hardly recognize.
With Scott’s hands on my hips, he lifts me up so that the head of his cock is lined with my opening, before sliding me his hard shaft inside me. A slow moan escapes me, and my hips begin to move as Scott looks at me with a grin.
Our bodies move slowly together, he slides and sits up on the couch so that his hand is cradling my neck, guiding me on and off of his cock.
I’m screaming. Oh, I’m screaming really loud now.
It’s impossible not to – I have been with some men, sure, but Scott’s cock is on a completely different league. As he rams it inside me, I feel my inner walls straining to accommodate him, my whole body being torn apart by pleasure.
