A Walk On The Wild Side - Sex Stories

A Walk On The Wild Side

... stood up just enough to pull my skirt right up to my waist, leaving my black knickers exposed. I settled back onto my bit of the rock again.

I was pleased with those knickers. I'd bought them a year or two back from a French company, La Redoute. They were midi-style ones with plenty of room for my junk with a gusset wide enough to stop things falling through, one side or the other. Rachel stared at them and slowly put her hand towards them, doubtless waiting for a shriek from me. No such shriek forthcame so she began to explore more firmly. Her fingertips explored my knickers, becoming more greedy as our combined reticence evaporated. She cupped her palm around the outside of my knickers, feeling the slightly distended fullness of all my stuff in a set of underwear not designed for male parts. I could feel her exploratory pushes and pulls. I closed my eyes briefly as I was suddenly beginning to enjoy myself.

The inevitable happened - my penis woke up and began to consider its future inside my knickers, deciding eventually (well, quite quickly, actually) that its future was outside not inside. I stood up and released it by pulling the top of my knickers down, exposing everything to the world and to Rachel in particular. She did an intake of breath, a broad smile and her hands went back to work, this time skin on skin. Hers on mine. I hitched the waistband underneath and behind my balls which had the effect of bringing everything forward and closer to Rachel's ...

... face.

“No hair! I like that.” Her words echoed from the surrounding rocks.

Her fingers gripped my rapidly expanding shaft and began fondling it. I was standing up so I turned to face her as she was still sitting on her bit of the rock. Her mouth was only a few inches from my penis and this distance decreased to zero as her lips slowly enveloped the end of my shaft. I felt her fingers stroking my balls and going behind them and touching me between my legs. And I felt her tongue slipping around the end of my penis. Her fingertip slowly skated around the base of my balls, slipping backwards sometimes towards my bum, then coming back to my balls again.

“You'll get a bit of a mouthful if you do that,” I managed to mumble, as all sorts of feelings zigzagged around my lower body.

“Mmmm,” I heard, and felt on my tip as her lips buzzed around my penis.

She reached under my skirt and pulled my black knickers down my thighs, over my knees where they got stuck around the tops of my socks. I held my skirt up away from her head as she leaned forward again and drew me further into her mouth, sucking and licking the end of my tip and teasing my balls. The whole thing had taken me a bit by surprise and I suddenly knew that Rachel would get a mouthful quicker than expected.

“Rachel, I'm ...”

She hummed again and flapped one arm as if to say 'it's OK'. Quicker even than I had feared, I spurted suddenly into her mouth, and kept spurting. My knees did that thing where I lost the ability ...