In the Park - Sex Stories

In the Park

... actually cumming would push me from the realm of incidental contact among friends to straight out cheating. I knew I had to stop daydreaming or I was going to lose control. I looked at the tree next to us to try to think about something, anything else. Once I got control of my urges and the warmth started to recede I looked up at Kaylee.

My eyes followed from her hands on her thighs up her arms. Her shoulders were slightly shrugged from how she was bracing herself on her thighs, causing her small perky tits to press together under her thin rock band shirt. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, but I knew I couldn't let my eyes linger on her chest for too long or I would undo all of my hard tree-staring work.

It was like she was waiting for me to look up at her and meet her gaze. When our eyes finally met she was staring down at me with a look of surprise and amusement. Her lips were slightly parted with the faintest hint of a smile.

Her emerald eyes remained drilled into mine as she slowly reached out with her right hand and touched my stomach. She raised her eyebrows at me ever so slightly as if she were asking for permission. I didn't react. I probably should have. She made a tickling motion with her fingertips. It wasn't malicious and it certainly didn't tickle, but I acted as though it did.

I lifted my hips into her making a show like I was trying to get away from the "relentless onslaught." I twisted and writhed my hips back and forth to really drive ...

... the point home. Her mouth opened wider as she went along for the ride as if I was a bucking mechanical bull; she locked down onto me matching my movements. With each movement, each little wiggle rubbed our parts together giving me delightful pressure that I was reluctant to admit I was enjoying. My feigned escape attempt only lasted for thirty seconds or so when once again I felt the electric warm early warning signs of an impending orgasm building in the tip of my dick. My balls were screaming at me to let them empty. I knew I was getting frightfully close to the edge. I knew I had to stop. I often balled up a pillow or occasionally just humped my hand into my mattress to get myself off at home, but I was always careful to have some tissue nearby or strategically placed as a barrier for the impending explosion. This was happening so much faster than when I did it at home though. I knew if I kept it up any longer I was about to have a mess to deal with so I lowered my hips back to the grass. I only had about a second to recover before she followed me and crashed down on my lap once more. I tried to relax and control my breathing as best as I could as she made tiny thrusting movements with her pelvis. I got as still as I could. I relaxed every muscle in my loins. The visual of her grinding her denim cameltoe along the length of my shaft was too much to take so I shut my eyes and began silently begging orgasm to not come.

Her grinding only continued for another ten or fifteen ...