Meeting Memphis-pt 2 ~Confessions at the Waterhole - Sex Stories

Meeting Memphis-pt 2 ~Confessions at the Waterhole

We got to the truck and he opened the door for me and helped me in. He grabbed my legs to spin me around, so they were hanging off the side of the seat, and stepped between them. He put his hands on my thighs, opening my legs. Which naturally, (with a little help -wink) slid my dress all the way up to my waist. Exposing me to anybody that may walk by. For some reason, with him I was bolder and braver and I didn't mind. I was still on an adrenaline high and the thought of someone catching us was thrilling, and kind of a turn-on I had to admit. So I sat there, with my legs spread wide, the occasional breeze sensuously caressing my skin, as I exposed myself to my new lover.

He said he had a surprise for me and reached behind his back. I thought I felt something back there earlier, but I wasn't going to ask while we were playing Mission Impossible! Wrapped around his waist and tucked into his pants, he pulled out, not one, but two large hand towels. Purple and monogrammed with a large gold EP in the middle, and a smaller TCB with a lightning bolt in the corner. I squealed with delight and threw my legs and arms around him and pulled him in to kiss him and show my appreciation. I reached down past the waistband of his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his cock stroking it to life. His hands left the top of my thighs, went between my legs and started playing with my very wet pussy that was all too eager to open up and invite his fingers in. He had 2 fingers deep inside of ...

... me and his thumb was rubbing the length of my clit. I was trying to match him with my stroking, but I lost concentration and fell back on the seat. He said, "squeeze your beautiful tits for me, Memphis!". And I was all too eager to comply. I pulled the top of my dress down, I could feel the breeze rushing over them.

His fingers were going deeper inside of me, as his thumb put pressure on and stroked my clit. They started gliding in and out faster, alternating between going deep and rubbing the top just inside of me. He told me he was thirsty for me and wanted to make me squirt. I was laid out on his seat, spread open for his enjoyment. I was practically naked out in the open and I was completely turned on and ready to quench his thirst. Seeing the desire in his eyes, feeling his fingers thrusting in and out of me, made me want him bad. He looked so fucking hot massaging my G-spot, then using his wet fingers to caress my clit. Then back deep inside they'd go, all the way to my cervix. He'd push up and massage all around it. I didn't even know that was a thing. I'd certainly never heard the locker room sluts talk about THAT before. All I knew was, that it felt fucking amazing and that it caused a huge arch of my essence to shoot out of me and splash on his chest. He picked up the speed, putting pressure against the top before shooting his fingers deep into the back again. I can't believe how good that felt. It got me thinking, I'm gonna have to replace my little lipstick ...