The Next Year - Chapter 5 - Fucked with an Audience - Sex Stories

The Next Year - Chapter 5 - Fucked with an Audience

The rest of the weekend flew by, however the next three days of school seemed to drag on forever. Vincent had been busy working on a project for school, so we hadn’t had our usual opportunity to sneak away to the construction site for quick toke and stroke. Finally, Thursday rolled around and Vincent was free to whisk me away. We headed out the period before lunch, knowing that we would have the munchies when we were done. We made our way to the abandoned neighborhood, and backed in to our usual garage. The neighborhood’s construction seemed to be taking forever, much to our delight. I reached into Vincent’s glove box and pulled a joint from his stash and lit it up. We sat there slumped back in our seats as if we had been melted into them. Completely relaxed passing the joint back and forth, filling the cars cabin with thick smelly pot smoke. The outside was barely visible by the time we had smoked our share. I felt heavy and relaxed, I could feel the smoke permeate my hair and skin. My mouth felt dry, but my pussy felt wet. I leaned down and reached up under my blue flower print skirt and pulled my blue thong down to my ankles, yanked them off, and tossed them on Vincent’s lap with a smile. “What’cha doin over there?” he asked, his eyes glazed and red. “Nun’ya,” I replied back as spread my thighs apart and flipped up my skirt to reveal my wet shaved pussy. “That certainly looks like my business,” he said with a grin. I licked the tip my index finger before I slid it into my ...

... mouth, wetting it with what little saliva I could muster. I then placed it on my clit. I slowly moved my finger up and down to tease my clit. I watched him lick his lips as he stared at my pussy. His hand rubbed the crotch of his jeans as the bulge in them became more defined. As the sensitivity of my clit grew I began to slide my finger in tiny circles to massage my clit. Vincent unzipped his fly, pulled out his hard cock, and began to stroke it, his gaze never leaving my pussy. I could feel my pussy lips moisten at the sight of him stroking his cock. I reach down with my other hand and slid my middle finger into my wet hole. As I penetrated myself I could feel my juices lubricate my finger, it entered further as each knuckle cleared my opening I felt a small tingle. My fingers worked in sequence one hand rubbing my clit and the other finger fucking my wet pussy. “Fuck baby, that is hot,” Vincent said, his hand firmly gripping his cock as he stroked it slowly. “You like watching me play with my pussy?” I asked in low slutty tone. “You know I love watching you being a dirty little slut,” he said, with a smirk. My eyes rolled back into my head as the pleasure over took my senses. I began to moan in long drawn out breaths. The heat in the car causing my skin to prickle as sweat pushed its way to the surface. The pot smoke causing the air to be thick and stale. I started to get light headed. “Open the roof baby, it’s getting too hot in here,” I instructed. “Damn straight it is,” ...