Friendship and infidelity, Part 2 - Sex Stories

Friendship and infidelity, Part 2

... small parking lot deep in the forest and empty except for our car, and with an hour before sunset I led her along a path that wound through thick trees not too far from the car. We walked quickly and arrived at a little stone shelter. We sat and looked at each other, and she finally asked, “So you know 100% you want to be with me then?” “Yes.” “And break up with Phyllis.” “Of course.” She nodded. “When?” “Soon.” “Tonight.” “No, let’s wait a few days.” She grinned and said, “You just get off on sneaking around, don’t you?” I laughed, “No, but it doesn’t feel right. They have that conference soon. Let’s not spoil it for them.” “I guess you’re right. —So when did you decide?” “I was finally completely sure Wednesday night. There’s really nothing much between Phyllis and me now; we’re just friends with benefits who live together.” “You know, even though it makes me so happy, that’s still sad to hear.” “How do you think Dave will react?” She frowned. “Lord, I’m not sure. He’ll probably take it well, but I doubt he’ll be friends afterwards with either of us.” I took her in my arms and kissed her, and after a few minutes I said, “Sun’s going down. Come along.” I led her down a small path behind the shelter for about thirty yards to a small clearing with a barbecue grill and a picnic table. The sky was turning purple in the east and stars were starting to show themselves; the trees crowded around the edges of the clearing except for a small gap that opened over a forested valley. ...

... “You chose a wonderful site for us.” She leaned on the table and smiled over her shoulder at me; I came up behind her and let my pants drop to my ankles as she lifted the hem of her dress. I positioned myself and slowly pushed inside her as she sighed, “What a beautiful view.” “Mine’s pretty good too.” Sandra was drenched and burning, and she pushed back vigorously as I thrust up into her. The pulpy back of her vagina wrapped snugly around my shaft while the rough front teased the sensitive underside to tempt me into climaxing immediately, but I bit my lower lip and maintained control. “How is it, love?” She answered, “Yes, like that.” I ran my hands along her sides and over her back, up to her neck and down to her breasts, marveling at the feel of her body as I slid the fabric of her dress over her skin. I reached up to run my fingertips along her neck and chin, delighting in the goose bumps I aroused on every inch of exposed skin I touched. I made to reach under her clothes to cradle her breasts, but she pushed my hands away and said, “Next time. This way really turns me on.” I continued caressing her body and felt her excitement build as I pumped regularly back and forth into her. Her tunnel tightened around me and she squealed quietly as a small orgasm swept over her. I controlled myself with great effort and continued plowing her furrow. Now she pushed back against me in a faster rhythm and soon came more deeply. I leaned a little to the left to look down at her, and she ...