Shopping, and some.
With a long time occasional girlfriend I was shopping for an anniversary weekend of intimate pals of years going back to university. We were at the supermarket loading food into the car backed up to a grass strip on the side of the car park. Quite a heap of grub. ‘I need a piss’ I just assumed she would go back into the shop. But looked round to see her legs spread and a vertical stream jetting from her short summer wrap skirt which often revealed most of a thigh.
‘No Knickers?’
‘No, too hot, I like the breeze up my bum’. Which went well with the crop top outlining her minimal breasts with prominent pieced nipples. The studs tended to get noticed. ‘T’ is an athletic independent girl with varied sexual tastes, a judo trainer and rower. A lusty toughy but also a kind and lovely person. ‘Men have their uses as long as they are obedient’. Which tells us something !
Away out of town on the open road that thigh was tempting. I gave it a little stroke. ‘Randy dog!’ But she also spread her legs slightly. An invitation to her shaved mound which is so moist and tempting. My cock was already fighting the undies waistband. She gave a little sigh of contentment as I massaged her clit. On the back road there was zero traffic, but I needed both hands to navigate a junction. The wheel was wet, I sucked my fingers getting the aromatic musk of her cunt. She then took hold of Mr C, the flimsy running shorts fabric gave no resistance. It was getting urgent. We stopped beside the house. Mr C was marking time with my heartbeat.
‘Hell, I’m horny!’
‘Really?’
‘Yeah, on the grass’.
We skirted the house, flung off our few clothes to the shady spot on the lawn. She was on her back in a flash, knees up, thighs spread like only a woman can. Those long smooth legs ended with her pale bikini tan line, proud hairless pudenda sporting her rose tatt seeming to grow from her slit which she drew apart showing the moist pink pucker of her cunt and stiffening clit with its ringed piercing. I was on her in a flash. Her hand clutched Mr C to align him, I rammed right home in one hard thrust so our pubic bones ground together. I felt her claws tearing my bum cheeks. We lay there a moment, she bucked her hips. We went for it hard and fast. It didn’t last, a mutual ecstatic orgasm which left us gasping. We stayed coupled while the sensations drained away, content on the cool grass in the dappled shade.
‘I hope you’ve had your pill?’
I rolled off her feeling a touch dizzy, she up in a flash, her back covered in grass cuttings and her bum a deep shade of green. ‘There’s ants up my arse and grass in my cunt. Where’s the house key?’
‘In the car’.
She headed off starkers round the front, beeps on a horn said she’d been spotted despite it being very quiet there. She appeared from the back door.
‘Who got the view of you?’.
‘Just that dork from the farm, he tried it on once. I put him on his arse, he’s not bothered since’.
I could imagine, don’t tangle with a brown belt!
Shower?’
We hugged together and let go our piss, washed each other down, scrubbed away the green. I fired the jet from the handset to give her slit a soapy blast and fingery massage. She returned the favour, the hot jets drilling into my scrotum and anus. I felt the sting of the claw marks on my bum, she’d left her mark. I touched her pucker, she obligingly lent forward and pulled her cheeks apart as I tongued the delicate rosebud. Then called me something very rude for doing it! A mutual towelling down followed by a rub over our intimate parts with skin oil. My C noticed, but she flicked him with her finger so the nail stung his head. ‘Ouch!’
She pulled on the pair of lightweight shorts which I had given her, they complimented her camel’s toe and only just covered her bum. Mmmmm! I squeezed her arse.
‘Yes, later, there’s stuff to do’.
Like toast she needs to be done both sides. It turned out to be an epic weekend!
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