Carol - Part Ten - Sex Stories

Carol - Part Ten

Carol wanted to have sex outdoors. It wasn’t just that having sex outdoors was risky or different. It was the exhibition or being seen aspect that excited her. One early summer evening she asked me to drive a few miles outside the center of town, and up a long, tree lined dirt road to a hidden pond favored by undergraduate students for swimming and other adventures. I thought we were going to have sex in the car. I was wrong. We parked in a small grassy area, not far from the pond. We spent the next twenty minutes tickling each other’s throats with our tongues. Carol wore no bra. That was evident when I picked her up for our dinner date. Not only did her tits freely sway side to side and up and down as she walked, but her hard nipples easily pushed out against the fabric of her blouse, allowing her areola to be seen through the material. What I did not know until we had parked and I had begun to explore her sex with my fingers was that she was also not wearing panties. After some fondling, groping, playing, fingering, nipple pinching and tongue battling, Carol opened the passenger side door and exited the car. Not knowing what she was up to, and concerned that she was upset with me, or possibly feeling sick, I followed. Standing at the passenger side of the car, Carol calmly proceeded to undress, urging me to do the same. I was hesitant, even as I watched her unbutton her blouse and allow her tits to be exposed to the cool summer evening air. “Please?” she purred, as she ...

... removed her shorts. “Undress for me?” Once out of her blouse and short skirt, Carol squatted in front of me, undid the belt buckle and button on my pants, lowered the zipper, and pulled my pants down to my ankles. She reached into my boxer shorts with her hand, grasped my manhood and removed my very hard cock from its confinement. With the aid of a slow hand job, a sultry, pleading look, and the whispered promise of at least two orgasms to be administered by her for my pleasure, she coaxed me into removing my clothing. Once we were both naked, Carol took me by the hand and led me to the back of the car, where she gave me one of those deep, wet, passionate kisses, while she held my stiff dick in her hand. As she slid her tongue out of my mouth, she turned and leaned over the trunk, pressing her tits and stiff nipples against the car’s cool metal. She stretched her arms out, spread her legs, and stuck her ass out in an obvious invitation to take her from behind. I didn’t need to be told what to do. It was quiet out. No people appeared to be in the area. The air was still. The only light came from an almost full moon. I settled myself down, somewhat assured that we were alone, stepped up behind Carol, wet the end of my cock with some of her juices, and slowly eased my rock solid shaft into her wet slit. If anything, this new experience, the excitement of doing something risky, and the possibility of being discovered, had my shaft engorged with blood, making me harder, thicker, and ...