Chapter 53 Vignette 50b
The air clung damp and heavy around them as they finally waded back to shore, clothes gathered in quiet, hurried hands. Neither spoke, but the silence between them was loud and thick with what had just happened, and everything that hadn’t yet.
His gaze flickered to her with quiet urgency. Her eyes occasionally dropped to his chest but he didn’t seem to notice. He was watching her like he couldn’t stop.
Their eyes met again as they reached the car parked near the treeline—dusty, inconspicuous, and too far from the lake to have heard anything. He opened the door for her without a word, and she slid into the back seat, heart still pounding from more than just the run back.
He climbed in next and shut the doors with a soft click, and the outside world fell away. Inside, it was all breath and heat, the windshield fogged slightly.
She turned toward him, her bare legs still damp against the seat. He looked over, flexing his hands on his thigh as though he could still feel the imprint of her body.
She barely leaned into him, her eyes soft and dull, her skin still damp, her breath uneven. He quietly brought his head forward and their nose touched, lips barely inches apart.
She put a hand on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Her breath hitched.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his breath pricking her skin.
Her gaze dropped to his lips, feeling dizzy by how near he was. She didn't respond to his question, her kisses did. The way she instinctively pouted her lips and it went between his own. He couldn't resist anymore, he took it in his mouth and savored it slowly.
She let him continue the pace—slow, steady, sensational. Her hands rubbed on his bare chest as the kiss deepened—tongues entwined in each other's mouth, hearts rising faster than normal. She didn't even realize she lifted a leg and crossed it over him.
His hands trailed her thighs up to between her legs. Her panties were still damp as he pressed his finger on her clt, throbbing it fast. She moaned and he swallowed every breath that came from her mouth.
She was now twirling her hips on his lap, one of his hands was treating her clt and the other was behind her, caressing her as and giving occasional gentle squeezes. The kiss—fast and steady, her body on him, moving her hips right on his dk made it go hard. It became erect and pressed against her psy and she noticed it.
She withdrew her lips from his mouth and pressed her mouth to just beside his lips, then his cheek, her eyes half closed. He didn't hesitate to reach for her neck. His lips parted and he took a pinch of skin in his mouth, kissing and sucking on it.
She threw her head backward, moaning as he sniffed her in, his breath hitting her throat sent thrills down her spine. His hands remained steady behind her, grabbing the soft flesh of her buttocks.
Then he took out his dk and looked at her with a smile. Her expression was one of astonishment—the thickness, length, erection, attractive tanned complexion, veiny appearance—made her smile. She didn't even think, she quickly circled her fingers on it as she went on her knees, giggling.
She pulled her wet hair to the back and immediately took his dk in her mouth, sucking from the tip and slowly going lower. The hard ck glistened when she took it out of her mouth. But she put it back again and continued sucking it. He held her head and pushed it down to go deep throat, for a more pleasurable blow job.
But then she gagged and focused on only the tip, stroking the lower part and playing with his balls. He moaned and threw his head back on the car’s headrest, instinctively pushing his hips upward to go deep in her throat like he was fking a psy.
Then he felt himself about to cm and quickly pulled her up.
“I don't want to cm to your mouth. I need your psy to do the job,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
She let a smile play on her lips and shifted her panties to the side. She came on top him again, the erect dk pointing directly at the horny psy. He put his hands on her waist for support as she sat lower on his dk, slow and steady. The slurpy sound it made as it deepened to her base made her scream.
She started riding him, going up and down, moaning loudly. His dk filled her psy, stretching her with every ride she gave, her brsts jingled in his face. He pulled the bbs out of her silk bra and took them in his mouth while she rode him. His tongue probed on her nples, his hands squeezing life out of them.
She put her hands on either side of his head, gripped the headrest and slightly pulled herself upward, away from his laps.
He held under her thighs and began pushing his hips upward to reach his dk inside her psy. She moaned in pleasure while he groaned, spanking her as.
The car became hot despite the cold atmosphere outside. Sweat dripped off their faces but they were extremely oblivious to their surroundings, including their own feelings that didn't include the extreme sexual pleasure they were both experiencing at that moment.
Then he went slow.
“Ahhh, yeah, yes, yessss, fck me! Mhmmmm, mhmmm. Your dick is so fking sweet!!!!!”
He held her as cheek apart to get the most out of her psy as he felt orgasm near. His balls slapped against her as as he gave it final thrusts and pulled out to release his cm. She fell on the chair, panting and rubbing her hands on her clt, while he stroked his dk, his seeds spilling out.
They laid on the seat, breathless for minutes.
Finally, they got hold of themselves and started dressing up. But suddenly, there was a sharp knock that rattled the driver’s side window.
They froze.
Outside, a shadow moved past the fogged glass; it was unmistakably human. Who could they have been?