A Hand-fasting - Sex Stories

A Hand-fasting

... staring a little too long. “Yes, we know each other a bit. I’ll pop over and say hello when we’re done.” A simple smile and back to business. “Come on Andy,” he said to himself. “Keep it together, keep professional.” Scarlet was pleased with herself. She’d pulled her top down a little to be sure Andy would catch a glimpse of her tits. She loved his boyish attention to her body. She relished hearing him telling her how great her curves were, stroking them in the twilight of lust after frantic sex. She noticed her clit tingling as she thought of him getting distracted in his conversation. She’d set the tent up and decided she had one more job to do before she was ready to chat. Scarlet went inside her temporary home, zipped it up and lay down on her air bed. She took off her white panties, pulled her skirt off and lay back, playing gently with her clit. She felt inside the lips of her pussy for sweet lubrication. Briefly tasting it herself, she returned one hand to the job of wanking whilst another reached into a nearby hand bag. Andy had bought her some love eggs a few weeks earlier, part of the explorations they enjoyed with each other. She interrupted her self-pleasuring to remove them from their bag and then spread her legs wide. Scarlet loved that feeling, legs wide apart, her pussy with no barrier to whatever was to come. This time she pressed the love eggs against her pussy and slowly pushed them in. A gentle moan of pleasure rose from her throat which took her a ...

... little by surprise. There were clearly people milling around outside and she didn't want to draw any attention. But she couldn't really stop now. She gently pushed and pulled eggs in and out of herself, the sounds of her wet lips becoming rhythmic. Then with two fingers she pushed them right in, the other hand franticly working her clit. After a short while she could feel the orgasm rising, her breathing becoming rapid, losing a little control of her legs as they began to instinctively try to clamp whatever was giving this pleasure in place, lest it escape before it had finished the job. She imagined people watching her. She imagined men tossing themselves off as she performed this act in front of them. Another small groan. Another wave of pleasure. Her body beginning to writhe and twist. The noise of the air bed as she gyrated her hips, her fingers fucking her pussy, the eggs dancing inside her, riding against her sensitive spots, fingers wanking at her clit, the squelching of her juices. She longed for a cock to play with, to fill her. She longed to be fucked so hard that she could only yell out in pleasure. Another soft cry from her throat hid the sound of the zip opening. Her eyes shut tight and her head thrown back as her body felt the full wave of orgasm about to hit, she did not see Mel crawling into the tent entrance. But the blast of cool air from the outside wafting to her spread naked thighs and the sound of Mel’s gasp, something between surprise and awe, brought ...