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

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

... panting, begging for his mouth to reach my still-swollen clit.

But it never did, to my frustration. And we were pushing it as far as the amount of time we had before someone would join us in the parking lot. The thought of getting caught gave me a jolt and I wasn’t sure if it was excitement or anxiety.

I gasped when he pulled my legs, my bottom coming out from under me and then laid on my back. I hardly fit on the bench, my legs bending in funny ways against the car door but I didn’t much notice. I just wanted to get on with our fun. Climbing clumsily on top of me, he put his weight on one arm on the seat next to me. I felt the moist head of his cock rub against my slit, finally allowing my clit some more attention. I relished the feeling of him sliding against me, teasing me once more. My hands made their way to his buttocks, kneading at them before gripping his hips. I was done with his teasing today; I thought as I pulled him into me.

He resisted my force at first, chuckling as he looked down at our bodies, admiring how wet he was making me. But he wanted to be inside me just as badly as I wanted him, so with his free hand he gripped the shaft of his erection and guided it to my entrance. Sensing my frustration with his teasing, he gave one shallow thrust, pulled out completely, and then plunged his cock into my depths.

From his place hovering above me, he kept watch out the window while he began to slide in and out of me, building his pace. His quiet moans ...

... and grunts of passion were delightful and the sound of them melted away any worry I had before about being caught. I became fully absorbed in the feeling of him stuffing my needy hole and returned the sounds of my pleasure.

His pace steadily reached a climax until he was pounding into me with reckless abandon, the sounds of our moist bodies sticking and unsticking from each other reverberating through the car. We were definitely being stupid, but now both of us were entirely captivated by each other’s sensations.

That is until just as we both knew it would happen, he spotted a car pulling into the lot, circling for some reason instead of deciding on a spot. His mouth went over my mouth harshly and he lowered his weight onto my winded body. I could have guessed someone had shown up, but I wasn’t expecting to take the risk any further.

Holding my mouth shut, only allowing sound to come from my nose, he returned to fucking me at the pace we’d started, one eye still kept on our intruder. I whimpered against his sweaty hand, a combination of pleasure and worry releasing from me. The riskiness, or just pure satisfaction was starting to get to him, and he slowed himself gradually to a stop while peeking out of the window. I could tell he was close, but presumed he wasn’t ready to cum again quite yet.

When at last the other occupants of the parking lot made their way back to the exit, allowing us a reprieve, we sat up momentarily to collect ourselves from the uncomfortable ...