In the Park - Sex Stories

In the Park

... amazing.

It wasn't like I was completely inexperienced. I had made out with girls before. And of course I had jerked off countless times. But this was my first time with a girl on top of me grinding like that. It caught me off guard how much better it felt. Something about the pressure between those parts of our bodies, even through our clothes, felt exponentially better than my hand or any pillow ever had.

I knew I had to look down at myself to assess the damage. The cat was out of the bag anyway, so I just went for it. Luckily I found I was still completely contained within my shorts. My waistband had settled behind the head of my dick, which was causing me to strain hard against the fabric on the front of my shorts.

Kaylee slowly sat up. Neither of us said one word about truces or bothered to acknowledge what was happening between our legs but the entire energy of the moment had changed. I released her wrists and her hands went to her knees.

She sat there still for a moment perched on her knees straddling my lap. Her back was arched more than could have possibly been comfortable, but it served its purpose in increasing the pressure between her mound and me. The outline of my hard shaft was unmistakable through my tan shorts. I was hot-dogged perfectly in the crease that the seam of her too-tight jeans shorts made.

It all just felt so unreal. I had a hard time believing it was happening. It felt like she just happened to be sitting there coincidentally, and ...

... that I was somehow to blame for being inappropriate by being so turned on by it. Meanwhile my instincts were yelling at me to thrust forward and up. They were yelling at me to drive my dick into her. A narrow two-inch patch of frayed denim was all that was standing between us. Her shorts were so short I could see where her bare inner thighs turned concave as they approached her sex. I could just loop a finger in there, pull everything aside and take a peek...

That wouldn't be right though. It would definitely cross the line into cheating on Mandy. Besides - it wouldn't work. Her shorts were so tight they looked like they were painted on. It also just felt wrong - naughty or something. I would love to say it was because I was thinking about Mandy, but it was more because it was Kaylee. We didn't have that kind of relationship. We were just two friends wrestling in the park.

Despite the strictly platonic nature of my predicament when I thought about how close I was to seeing everything, about how tight her shorts were and about the remote possibility that she might be getting some pleasure by rubbing up against me it started to become too much to handle. It took a while for that last thought to fully form but once it did, an all too familiar warmth beginning to radiate at the tip of my cock.

While it felt amazing it was a wholly unwelcome feeling. I knew I couldn't give in to that here. Not only would I would die of embarrassment, I knew that something about the act of ...