Moisture - Sex Stories

Moisture

... they're already gone. Then there's that sexy chuckle again. Then I dip my face between her thighs and she gasps as my tongue starts to trace her lips. I tease her like that for a while, my tongue gliding up and down, then flickering. Her knees wobble, and my hands grasp her buttocks to hold her at my mouth. "Ahhh... haha". I can hear the smile on her face even though her head is back, her face up, into the rain, which is coming down heavier now. We're both soaked, with several different kinds of moisture. She tries in vain to find some of my short hair to grab and ends up lightly pressing my mouth against her with her fingertips on the back of my head. I think to myself that we really aren't going for equity here in terms of time spent on oral sex. I'm enjoying myself thoroughly though and don't care. She tastes good to me, a certain lemon-like sweet saltiness. I wrap my lips briefly around her clit and just hint at touching it with my tongue, then quickly nip at the tendon which tops the inside of her thigh. My cock is still comically dangling out of my pants as I kneel, continuing to lick at her. I laugh to myself, I can't see it, but I picture my cock steaming. Then I push my tongue all the way up inside her, as far as I can get it, and she can't decide whether to push me away, pull my face closer or try to stand on her tiptoes. So she does all three and has an orgasm for good measure, a huge, feminine, roaring exhalation of some forgotten, eternal word. Then she pushes ...

... my face to one side and then holds it to the front of her left thigh, and just sobs happily for a minute. "Thank you." "Your welcome." I grin. "Sorry, but I need you inside me. Get up here." She pulls me to my feet and it seems like my cock is inside her in the same motion. She sighs, paradoxically, like "what a shame". The sigh turns into a groan as that same left leg lifts up and hooks itself around my ass. At this point we're rutting like a****ls, just fucking away with me clutching at her and pressing the small of her back up against that railing, and even though it can't be comfortable for her she doesn't seem to care. The slight height difference between us soon starts to take its toll on my lower back as well. She's thrusting her hips at me, aggressively. I want to touch her skin and I slide my hands up onto her hips, but underneath her dress, she's very smooth. I stroke her there. Her thrusts slow as I kiss her again on the mouth, she's sighing into me. I press on her right hip and pull slightly on her left and she makes a quizzical noise as she drags her mouth away from mine. "My back hurts." "Oh." She leans against the rail and grips it. She has a cute little butt, pale, very round and muscled. Her voice is a rushed, eager murmur. "Oh, yeah... do me like this, I love it like this." I want to savor this a little more. My hands slide over her belly, around, caress the round buns. Then up over her ribs to her breasts and their erect nipples underneath the black dress. ...