A Walk On The Wild Side - Sex Stories

A Walk On The Wild Side

... place that we'd had sex in only an hour or so earlier and her being fixated by my bra, both of our juices were up to the mark very quickly. Oh, and her lying naked on top of me with her luscious ladies pressing down on my chest. Boobs on boobs, you might say. And her pussy nestling down on my ever-growing penis.

This time, we took more time and went a bit deeper, so to speak. I slid straight into her, using the still-present moisture from last time mingled with sweat from our walking. I knew she had felt me go in with no preamble, stretching her, opening her up and sending a wave of sensations to her brain. I felt her tighten around me, trying to control it in some way - to expel it completely or to pull it in further, making it seem bigger than it was. Blood rushed all over our bodies, and we lost control of ourselves in only a few seconds. She had obviously been cooking it up since our first time. Her thighs squeezed me, her pelvis ground into me, her leg muscles twitching and vibrating. I exploded inside her again, and she rocked back and forward on top of me. I had plenty left and I kept coming, spurting my stuff in her vagina and all over her thighs, and myself as well. It dribbled out of her and out of me all over our midriffs and the grass underneath us. Panting both, we lay there in a starburst of feelings until the heavy breathing settled back to normal and the grass began to feel distinctly cool to my back and legs.

She rolled off me and we both reached again ...

... for our backpacks and the tissues we knew were in there somewhere. We cleaned ourselves up and got dressed, walked out of the secluded area and back to our cars in the car park, talking about our sensations and my surprise that she had wanted to have an old fool like me.

“You're no fool, Adam.”

“So, just old, then.”

“...”

We unlocked our cars which were parked next to each other and slid our backpacks into each boot. Rachel put her feet up onto the back bumper one at a time, undid her bootlaces and slipped into some driving shoes. I watched her bottom wiggling around as she did these tasks, and couldn't restrain myself any longer. I stood behind her and slid my hands around her sides and found her breasts sitting quietly under her anorak, tee-shirt and bra. She held herself still while I played with her. She slipped her leggings and knickers down in one movement and pushed her bottom back towards me. I pulled my skirt up and my knickers to one side and plunged myself into her again from behind, although the angle was a little awkward and it felt tighter than I expected.

“Mmmm, go on, go on!” she whispered.

I did, and ejaculated again into her. I wasn't actually sure which hole I was in - her wet and sticky pussy, or the other one.

“Am I in the right place?” I whispered, urgently, thrusting against her push-backs.

“Yes, no doubt about that!”

Some of my cum went in, some of it went all over her knickers and leggings and the rest went all over me and ...