Saturday. - Sex Stories

Saturday.

... live a little." He is challenging me now. We spend one hot day together and he thinks he knows me. I hold out my hand for the helmet. He smiles at me and hands it over. Throwing his leg over the bike he holds out his hand for me, I let him help me on the back and put my arms round his waist. This close contact isn't good for me. I try to think of something else as he starts the bike and we pull away. We ride for about twenty minutes along country lanes and towards the coast. I can smell the salt air as we get closer. He turns the bike into a secluded track and follows it till it ends. It's a beautiful spot, a cliff top covered in trees with a great view of the sea. I get off the bike and walk to the wooden fence at the edge of the cliff. The sun is glinting off the water and the leaves are rustling in the trees making it so peaceful here. I inhale deeply. I'm glad to have the space between us. I turn around and ask, "Drinks? I don't see a bar." "We could go get drinks if you like, or we could stay here a while." I think about it for a second or two, getting back on the bike isn't an option right now. "Here is fine... It's a great view." "Yeah it really is," he says looking at me. He smiles and gets off the bike. As he starts to walk towards me I raise my hand signalling for him to stop. The bike ride was enough for me. The vibrations, holding him -- it's enough to make my head swim. He doesn't stop and in a few strides is right in front of me. I take a step to the side. He ...

... mirrors it. He takes a step closer and I raise my hand to his chest to stop him. He takes my hand and bends it behind my back. Taking the other hand, he does the same. Holding them there with one hand. "Now what will you do?" He raises an eyebrow. With the way I'm starting to feel, jumping off the cliff seems the best option. I don't say this I just stare at him defiantly. "Well? A control freak like you must hate being held down," he is saying it so softly I hardly hear him over the breeze. "I'm not a control freak." As I'm saying this, he starts moving his other hand up and under my t-shirt. "Yes you are! Every time we have been together I may have started it, but you controlled it." His hand is causing goosebumps to prickle on my skin. My legs start shaking and my breathing picks up. I'm lost for words trying to fight the feelings that are exploding all over my body. "I like it though, but this time I think we could do it differently, don't you agree?" "I.... I...." God, I can't concentrate as his hand finds my breast. His hand begins to knead as he leans down and kisses my neck. I start to tingle. I'm already wet and if he wasn't holding me back I'd already have shoved him to the ground and fucked him stupid. His hand moves round my side and up my back. He draws his nails down it and I struggle to be set free. My whole body is shaking now and I know he's enjoying this because I can feel him smiling against my neck. "Dean, please.... " I beg. He smothers my pleas with a deep ...