1. Hot Hippy Summer


    Date: 6/30/2024, Categories: Fetish, Author: byjaychell 

    ... lips on mine, her lithe tongue sliding into my mouth. We make out briefly, just long enough for it to be a slightly inappropriate PDA and I see a conservative looking middle-aged tourist giving us a dirty look as Meg dismounts from my 6'3" frame. I'm betting he was more jealous than anything else! "So, whaddaya wanna do first?"

"You, of course!" is my not very helpful reply. Now that Meg's closer and no longer a moving target I get a better look at her. A river of sweat seems to have formed to run between her small but perky tits and her dress seems to be clinging to her wherever it touches her body. Much like mine, her pits are clearly soaked and I can smell her body odor which legitimately does make me want to fuck her then and there; she's just able to unlock that primal attitude.

"Ok Mister, keep your pants on", she says, teasingly patting the mild bulge in my shorts. "I need some hydration and then I want to check out this farmers' market. Come on!"

She leads the way and we chat about what we've been up to. She's spent the last few days in the city with a friend she's mentioned before. She clearly approves of his extreme leftists political leanings as well as his cock and starts regaling me with some exploits from the past few days. My bulge becomes a little more noticeable but just as her story is getting good she trails off "....but he doesn't eat ass and he isn't into piss. Josh, why can't all guys be into filth like you?"

"Well we all have to have at ...
    ... least one special talent, right? And speaking of piss, there's a drink stand - what can I get?"

We both decide waters are the smart choice and the daiquiri slushies are the dumb but fun choice, so we get a water and a slushie each. We wander over to some shade where I waste no time in downing my water. Meg has a different approach to cooling down and instead puts her slushie between her legs, pushed right up against her crotch.

"Fuuuuuuuck that's cold!" It looks it too - it's over 90 degrees out, but she gives a shiver. "If feels good, you should try it!" she urges.

"Sure, that won't get me arrested or anything if I shove it against my genitals like you are! Clearly next time I should wear a kilt."

"Ha! No way you could keep your cock under wraps in a kilt. You'd be arrested for sure!" I suppose she's not wrong there. As it is I can tell I'm going to struggle to make my excitement at my friend's antics stay relatively discreet. While I'm glad I'm going without underwear for the heat, I'm wondering if I should have worn a jockstrap for decorum's sake.

We wander around the stalls a while longer and get lunch from a vendor, then go back for another round of waters and slushies. We have a good time catching up and at one point I manage to slide an ice cube down Meg's dress, instantly making her nipples show through the thing material. But truth be told it's a little too hot for comfort, despite the slushies and sweat. We get a little respite by ducking into a sculpture ...
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