The Butterfly Garden (Part 2: Across from the Lake) - Sex Stories

The Butterfly Garden (Part 2: Across from the Lake)

We made the trek back to his cherry red sports car, which radiated with heat waves in the summer sun. If I had stuck to the leather seats on the way to the garden, that was nothing compared to the sensation now. We exchanged glances and petted each other through our clothes, which were effectively drenched by now in sweat, while they drove out of the garden parking lot and through the winding roads of the rest of the park. Only a few minutes of searching yielded an ideal spot, an empty parking lot with only one entrance and exit that sat nestled between a thick patch of woods and a sizeable lake.

He backed the car into a spot at about three-quarters of the length of the lot, facing the lake. The windows were cracked slightly and the sunroof was open allowing a bit of fresh air to fill the car. We sat and looked at the lake for a bit, his hand lazily running trails along my back and shoulders and mine rubbing the inside of his thigh. Two men were fishing on the very far end of the lake, and though visible they were the only other visitors to the lake, none of the other docks occupied.

We enjoyed our moment, but I had only been thinking about the throbbing between my legs the whole time. I wondered if he could tell by the way my hand drifted further and further up his leg, devilishly slow but never touching anything but his leg. He kept his hand on my back for longer than I’d liked, that is until he must have read my mind and eased his hand up my neck and laced his ...

... fingers through my hair. He turned my hand to face him, then pulled me in.

What I thought to be a kiss, went right past my mouth and he grazed my jaw with his nose, bringing it up to my earlobe. It rested there a second as I felt his hot breath on my already burning skin before he began to lick the perspiration from my jaw, teasingly slow. It made me shudder then I turned and smashed my lips against his hungrily.

It didn’t take long before I wound up straddling him in the driver’s seat, causing me to bump my back into the steering wheel. We kiss each other furiously, tasting the mixture of our spit and sweat and moaning quietly. We both strained against our respective bottoms, grinding against each other harshly at first. But eventually, we found a rhythm that worked especially well for me. At last, my clit rubbed against the seam of my shorts perfectly, with each sway back and forth I felt my orgasm build. His hands had slid up my shorts and grasped at my buttcheeks, digging his fingers in and helping me move back and forth over his swelling bulge. It hadn’t taken him long to recover from our action in the butterfly garden.

He broke our lips apart to yank my tank top down and reveal my breasts to him again. I loved the way his hot mouth felt against my skin, and I moaned while I continued to ride him. I had been stealing glances around the parking lot before, looking for any potential interruptions, but now I was completely lost in the feeling. I moaned, too loud probably ...