by Lucy Tucker
“Glad you think it’s funny,” he growled, in a mock temper.
Drrrrrr!
Chance saw the joke, and they were still laughing as they walked out of the restaurant.
“Ow, my sides hurt,” said Alice, as they strolled away from the racket. “So, do you know any other peaceful spots?”
“Sure, let’s get hot dogs at the firing range. No, wait, I have a better idea. There’s bound to be a loudspeaker factory around here, or a siren testing facility, or —”
“Or an earplug shop, perhaps?”
“Lateral thinking. I like it.”
Alice slipped her hand in his, and they walked in silence. They came to a park, with gravel paths and neat flowerbeds, and Chance began to relax as they strolled in the sunshine. Then he saw a stall selling sandwiches, and he laughed out loud.
They ate a picnic lunch on a bench near the lake, and when they were finished Alice leant against him, putting her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her, resting his hand on her hip, and she sighed contentedly. “I could sit here all day.”
Chance remembered the airport. His flight, for one, and more importantly, her job. They really ought to be getting back, but he was happy to sit there all day too. It couldn’t last though, and they both knew it. A few minutes from now they’d have to find a cab and rush back to the airport.
Alice looked up at him, studying his face as though committing it to memory, and Chance kissed her gently on the lips. The kiss lingered, and Alice sighed as they finally broke free. “Have you ever had one of those special days where you get up in the morning and do whatever you want?”
“Now and then,” admitted Chance.
Alice sighed again. “I haven’t. Not since I was little.”
“Then today is your special day.” Chance smiled at her. “Is there anything in particular you want to do?”
“There is one thing I really want to do,” she said, her hand seeking his. “Do you think you’re up for it?”
Chance felt his throat go dry. “Try me.”
Chance clung to Alice with all his strength, his muscles burning as he held her taut body to his. Her backside was snug against his thighs, transferring a delicious warmth, and his arms were wrapped tightly around her chest.
“Woo-hoo!” screamed Alice, as they bounced together in the saddle. “Oh, yes!”
They were racing along a forest trail on a noisy quad bike, riding pillion with the wind tearing at their clothes. Chance ducked as a branch whipped overhead, almost parting his hair, then felt the saddle falling away beneath him as the bike charged down the side of a hill. They landed with a crash from the suspension, and the rear wheels churned dirt as they struggled for grip.
Chance grinned to himself. When Alice suggested biking through the forest, this wasn’t exactly what he had in mind. From the moment she’d thrown her leg over the saddle, Alice had gone completely wild … and he had to admit, the rush was incredible. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, and he held her even tighter, enjoying the feel of her in his arms.
“I can’t breathe!” Alice shouted over her shoulder. “Let go!”
Chance realised he was squeezing the life out of her, and he relaxed his grip a fraction. As for letting go - hah!
The bike roared up a steep hill, and Chance looked back through the trees, spying the the city laid out beneath them. He was just seeking out the airport when Alice shouted something.
“What?”
“Jump!”
Before Chance could react they were sailing through the air, the ground falling further and further beneath them, until he felt like a passenger in a jet.
They screamed in unison, yelling with sheer excitement, revelling in the total rush. Then their stomachs flipped and they dropped back to earth.
Crash!
The bike landed again, wheels squirming in the dirt, and Alice fought the handlebars as she struggled for control. Once they straightened up, she twisted the accelerator, leaning forwards and rising in the saddle as she urged the bike on. Her dress flapped wildly, revealing her shapely thighs, and Chance felt a delicious tingle at the sight. He had no idea where they were going, but the heady mix of adrenaline and anticipation was building to fever pitch.
The trail narrowed to a faint line between the trees, and the wheels spun in the dirt, the engine grumbling as the quad bike negotiated the steepest hill yet. Chance wondered whether the other side was even steeper, whether they’d fly through the air, take a huge tumble in the bushes … and whether he’d end the day in traction.
However, when they reached the top Alice steered the bike between a couple of trees, before killing the engine. They were stopped on the very edge of a lookout, and Chance gasped at the vista laid out below. The city was a patchwork of grey and brown, the harsh geometric shapes of the buildings softened by the blurred green of numerous trees. Further out, he could see the coast, with the ocean stretching to the horizon. In the distance, coming towards them, were the twinkling landing lights of a commercial jet - probably his flight.
Alice leaned back in the saddle, seeking his hands and splicing her fingers in his. She tilted her head back, parting her lips, and Chance leaned forward to kiss her. They sat in the saddle, fingers entwined, bodies pressed hard against each other, their hearts pounding, and the passionate, intense kiss seemed to last forever. Gentle heat radiating from the bike’s engine warmed Chance’s legs, while a more intense heat rose inside him.
Alice’s lips moved against his, her mouth hot and moist, and she pressed her buttocks against him, moving them gently. Chance felt the unbearable fire spreading to his loins, and he pulled away quickly.
Alice rested her head against his chest, looking up at him coyly. “What’s the matter? Can’t take the heat?”
“You’re driving me crazy,” breathed Chance.
The warm breeze made streamers with Alice’s hair, the dappled sunlight playing gently on her skin. Unable to help himself, Chance gathered her to him, her back hard against his chest, her chin tilting up towards him as he sought her lips. They kissed passionately, their tongues touching, withdrawing, touching once more. His hands moved over her chest, encompassing her breasts, feeling the softness of her through the thin dress. He ran both hands lower, over her flat stomach and out to her thighs. Her legs were parted, her knees still gripping the sides of the broad saddle, and when he found the hem of her dress he curled his fingers, bringing his hands back towards her and sliding the soft fabric across her even softer skin. Slowly, inch by inch, he exposed her, feeling her excitement rising as her dress slid higher and higher. He drank in the sight of her firm thighs, the wonderfully smooth skin, and finally, her tiny black panties. He released the skirt and ran his hands over her inner thighs, working in circles, moving a little higher each time. Her body felt like warm butter in his arms, melting against him, fitting his every curve, and their lingering kiss sent a stream of delicious energy to the deepest fibers of his being.
His fingers encountered the fabric of her panties, and he ran the tips over the surface, very lightly. He could feel the hollows, the valleys, the ridges of her, and he took two fingers and pressed gently inwards, right in middle of the largest hollow, moving them up and down, side to side. The fabric grew wet, slick to his touch, and he widened his fingers a little more, applying pressure to the ridges at either side. Then he moved his fingers upwards, until he feel the soft curls of skin narrowing to a full stop. He pressed in, very gently, circling his fingertip, and Alice froze against him, her lips suddenly still, her breath coming in tiny gasps.
Chance moved his hand down again, spreading his forefinger and thumb, encompassing the narrowest part of her panties before gently sliding his fingers under the elastic. She was wet, hot as the midday sun, and when he brought his thumb and finger together to form a blunt point they slid into her with no resistance.
Alice moaned softly, moving her hips and arching her back, and Chance pressed a little harder. His fingers moved into her, spreadin
g her gently with the arrowhead formed by his forefinger and thumb, gradually stretching her wider and wider. Her panties were still bunched in his grip, the tight elastic pulling him into her, guiding him inside. Then he withdrew his thumb, and slid two fingers inside her.
Alice gasped, jolting in his arms. She pointed her toes on the footrests, her calves straining as she raised her knees. He felt her pelvis tilting, her buttocks moving against him, and he slid his fingers deep inside her until they stopped.
“Ah, that’s good … that’s so … aah!”
Excited by her hoarse cries, Chance undid the buttons up the front of her dress, revealing a black bra. Her breasts were milky white against the fabric, and he could see just the tiniest hint of her dark nipples. As he slipped his fingers under the fabric, Alice drew her knees back, placing her feet on the handlebars, her legs wide apart. Chance smiled at this, and he leant closer to whisper in her ear. “Don’t start the engine with your toes,” he said. “It’s a hell of a drop.”
Alice laughed aloud at the unexpected image, and seconds later she was shaking uncontrollably, as though gripped in the throes of passion. Soon they were both at it, tears streaming down their faces as they imagined the quad bike sailing off the cliff with a pair of half-naked lovers on board, locked together in passion, and oblivious to the danger.
“Silly boy,” said Alice at last, kissing him on the end of the nose. “You’re distracting me.”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” Chance put a finger to his lips. “Now, where was I?” He reached down and spread her wide with his fingers. “Was it here?”
Alice moaned. “Oh, right there, yes. Right there is … good.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
Chance dipped two fingers inside her, giving a little twirl with the tips. “But I thought I was busy somewhere else?”
“I don’t care. I don’t remember. Just … keep doing that.”
Chance obeyed, and her hot breath warmed his cheek. He found the catch on her bra, letting it fall open, and his hand explored her breasts, lifting them gently, sliding under and around and over them. Then he took her nipple between his fingers, applying the lightest of touches before releasing it once more. He did it again, and each time he increased the pressure a little more, until he was pinching them firmly. At the same time he bunched his middle three fingers, pressing them into the moist hollow between her legs, entering her slowly. As they went deeper he felt her skin tightening around him. She gasped in his ear, her head back and her eyes firmly closed as conflicting pleasure and pain spread through her body. Then she pushed against his hand, trying to drive him deeper.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.
In reply, she kissed him with passion, her lips pressing against his as though her life depended on it. He felt his fingers moving into her, his knuckles squeezed together by the taut flesh, and just when he thought it would be physically impossible to go any deeper, she forced her hips into the air with a violent, upward thrust. He felt his fingers go home, deep inside, and she screamed out loud, long and hard.
Then she came.
Her climax was so violent Chance thought they’d both end up on the ground. Her head came back, her fingers gripped his forearms, her legs thrashed, and she cried out in passion again, and again, and again. She was just slowing down when Chance moved his finger to her bud, applying pressure, then releasing, then applying more pressure, and she came again, even more strongly.
Alice slumped in his arms, blowing the hair from her face with a long sigh. “Bet that … scared the birds … from the trees,” she said, in between deep breaths.
“Never mind the birds,” said Chance. “I reckon you took ten years off my life.”
She waved her hand dismissively, still breathing hard. “Who wants to … live forever?”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Alice grinned. “Trust me, pain is the last thing I’m feeling right now.” She took a deep breath and kissed him, arching her back and pressing her buttocks between his thighs. “Speaking of pleasure … isn’t it time you got a little?”
“I’ve enjoyed every second so far.” Chance ran his hands over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden.
“I think we can do better than ‘enjoy’.” Alice raised herself in the saddle, lifting her dress and sliding her knickers off in one quick move. Chance got a quick glimpse of her rounded buttocks before she sat down again, the skirt falling back into place. He moved his hands to her hips, traced the outline of her buttocks with his palms, and felt her shiver in anticipation as he slipped his hands underneath her dress. Her buttocks were smooth and deliciously warm, and she raised herself slightly off the seat, allowing him to slip his hands under her. She sat down gently, trapping his hands, and he cupped her cheeks, squeezing gently, massaging deeply. His little fingers were side by side, and as he squeezed her buttocks his fingers slipped into her, lost in the folds of hot skin. He added two more fingers, moving them slowly back and forth, and she moaned with pleasure.
“No, it’s supposed to be your turn,” she whispered. She reached behind, putting a firm hand on his wrist, and then she raised herself, sliding herself off his fingers. She raised her dress above her hips, giving him a good look at her delectable buttocks, and then she leaned forwards, exposing herself to him.
Chance stood up on the bike to remove his trousers, blood pounding in his ears. His member protruded from his jocks by a good two inches, straining for freedom, and Alice looked back at him with a smile of anticipation on her face. “Oh, yes. I like.”
Chance freed himself, his member standing like a tall, thick flagpole in the sunlight. He held Alice tightly, hands on her hips, and backed her towards him. Chance felt a soft kiss on the tip of his shaft as he reached the hollow between her legs, and the kiss, the moist, glorious kiss from her tender lips, swallowed the crown in a drawn-out moment of sliding, slippery enjoyment. He almost burst then from the sheer pleasure, and it only intensified as he slid further inside her, his hands on her buttocks, her hands pressing down on his thighs. She was super-heated, slick and soft, and she felt so good he could cry from the sheer joy.
Slowly he entered her, deeper and deeper. The crown of his shaft pounded with desire, taking on a life of its own, and he felt every ridge, every fold of skin, every tightening of the warm, moist flesh inside her. Slowly she sat down on him, leaning away from him to help ease him inside. He took his hands from her buttocks as they came down on his firm thighs, and reached out to cup her breasts. She moved her hands to his knees, putting her weight on him, letting her head drop, her hair hang down as he thrust slowly into her. He could feel the hot palms of her hands, the moisture, her trembling fingers as her body reacted to the intense pleasure, and her obvious enjoyment only heightened his own pleasure to fever pitch.
Chance felt a glow inside himself, a growing tightness, a warmth spreading through the back of his legs. He groaned, trying to hold it back, but Alice sensed his approaching climax and began to move faster, drawing him deep inside before teasing the tip of his shaft with her soft pink lips, tickling him with the gentle curls of hair that surrounded them.
“I’m not going to last,” he warned her. “I’m —”
“Don’t wait for me,” she whispered. “I want to feel you enjoying me.”
Chance clenched his fists as he struggled to hold back, desperately trying not to surrender to the pleasure. He gasped again, knowing he was seconds away, and then he lowered his hands across her belly, seeking the triangle of hair and the soft folds of skin. He felt her bud with his fingertip, engorged and firm, and he circled it gently.
“It’s supposed to be … aah! … your turn,” breathed Alice.
“You want me to stop?” he whispered back.
“Don’t you … aahh! … dare. Oh, that’s so good.”
Sparks flashed in his vision as he approached his climax. Alice was crying out now, shouting out loud with every stroke, giving v
oice to the pleasure every time his finger slid around her bud. Then … he came. He gave one huge thrust, driving deep inside her, and held her tight as he spasmed. Despite the overwhelming sensations, his finger continued to work her bud, and her cries became more strident, more urgent, as the pleasure built within her.
She came before his climax was done, her arms giving way as she abandoned herself fully to the pleasure. Her buttocks jerked and trembled with every spasm, her hot breath on his knees and her cries of pleasure in his ears.
When she was finally still, he helped her up, putting his arms around her, drawing her towards him. His shaft remained firmly inside her, bathed in glorious warmth as they cuddled.
Chance was sitting behind Alice on the bike, her head resting against his chest, his arms holding her tight. The top of her head was warm against his cheek, and he could feel the rise and fall of her chest and the steady thumping of her heart. It was comfortable, and intimate, and he felt content. By now his flight was long gone, but he just didn’t care.
Alice moved her hands to his thighs, rubbing them gently. “Chance?”
“Mmm?”
“Are you feeling lazy?”
“Mmm.”
“That’s a pity.”
“Why?”
She moved her hips, teasing him with her buttocks. “Guess.”
“I thought you were worn out!”
“That was five minutes ago. Now …” she tilted her head back, lowering her voice to a throaty whisper. “Now, I want you inside me.”
Chance smiled, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “That would be my pleasure.”
“Hold my arms. I’ll turn round.”
Chance held her tightly as she swung her leg over the saddle, turning to face him. She leant back and slid her legs over his, straddling him before sliding closer. He slipped both hands under her buttocks, raising her up and sliding the tip of his shaft over her smooth, wet skin, down between her legs. Then he lowered her, gently, and felt himself sliding inside. Her arms went around him, her fingers clenched, digging into his back. He lowered her further, felt her buttocks touch his thighs, felt their soft pressure as her weight bore down on him. Still he slid deeper. She lowered her legs, tilting her pelvis forward, taking him in further and further until her mound was pressed against him, the triangle of soft hairs brushing his belly.
