(Re)Discovering Myself - Chapter IV - Sex Stories

(Re)Discovering Myself - Chapter IV

... pond with a few ducks residing on it, and enough cover from the surrounding trees that you couldn’t see in easily. Next thing I knew, her lips were against my neck, soft and warm, insistent and prepared. Her hands slid along my back as mine went to cup that beautiful ass, holding there and feeling the soft, warm skin that begged for my touch. I pulled back from her, “Won’t these people see us?” I asked her, needing to know if I was about to get arrested for indecent exposure or not. “Take a closer look darling,” she spoke, her voice filled with a lust that was new to me, making me turn and take a second glance at the people, seeing them properly. Every single set of people had something going on with them, a group of three, a group of two and a solo guy alone. They were all turned so that from the entrance to the grove, you couldn’t see the things they were doing. Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that there was some serious sexing going on. In the trio, one guy was giving a blow job to another, as he had his fingers deep inside the woman’s pussy. The duo fucking whilst lying on their sides, her skirt riding high up her thighs. “So, mystery woman,” if only she knew, “fancy getting down to it?” she grinned at me, her hands teasing at the edge of my zip-up jacket, before one slid up and pulled down the zip, revealing my skinny t-shirt underneath, and then moving that away so that she could feel my skin against hers. I could feel my sex starting to heat up in a nice ...

... way, completely the opposite way to how James had made me feel the previous night. I pulled her in close to me, and kissed her deeply, squeezing into that delectable ass “Yes,” I uttered, my voice low and a little growly, wondering what it would be like to have sex with this complete stranger and total goddess. My mouth explored hers, down her neck, behind her ear and over her collarbones. We were naked. Quite who removed what from whom, I cannot tell, but alas, naked we were. Her hands roamed over my body as we collapsed onto the luscious grass beneath us, being much more overtly active than the other groups around us were, flesh on flesh, wet patches crossing and bodies writhing. She had the best tits I had ever seen, they were the type you would see on some erotic site, not a deeply filthy one, just a nice one, more meant to tantalize than to drive a one off masturbation session. They weren’t tiny nipples, but they had a medium dark areola around them, and clearly this woman was used to being able to enjoy the sun in the most divine manner, entirely naked, which, judging by this appearance, may not be entirely unusual an encounter to her. Her skin was softer than I remember having experienced on anybody else, well, James or Aaron, and it was so delightfully nice to just look at. I found myself imagining her face pressed into my mound, tongue devouring my sweet cunt and taking me to a whole new pleasure level, and found myself being shaken into the realisation that it was ...