The Lay Bye
They usually went straight home from the club but the clear
August night tempted them to find a quiet lay by in a little
used shortcut. After dimming the lights the dark winter
moorland closed in and only seemed to emphasise the two
warm figures in the car. She was a little scared by the public
exposure but the feeling of warm moistness aching in her
private flesh was enough to make her wriggle adeptly out
of her pink trousers. She wanted him to take her right then,
but that would end this delight far too soon.
He was a big man, his head nearly grazing the roof of the car.
The warm mass of a man is inspiring to a woman, but the life
filled burgeoning cock that forced itself against his
trousers was yet another source of joy.
She was feeling selfish. Usually she would tease that ripe
cock with her soft pink lips, wrapping the cupid bow around
the swelling head and lazily, wetly bringing it into a trembling
heaven, gently touching the soft flesh with wet eager fingers
and exploring every sensitive inch of his thighs, and especially
that special soft and undiscovered area of bliss between
his titian balls and his oh so sensitive arse.
But instead she dropped her seat into a reclining position
and greedily spread her full thighs apart as far as she could.
In the dull light within the car they looked milky white
against the black interior, like lilies with a beautiful
pink centre.
Her pussy was the hot centre of her being and
all she wanted was for her man to plunge his face into it.
He filled the car as he stretched his broad shoulders across
the seats and cradling her warm arse in his hands he began
to tease and coax her pink nubbin out from its smooth home.
She had recently removed all the hair from the lower part
of her pussy but left just a smooth blonde glow of hair on
her mons. It made the swollen lips puff into a perfect smoothness
that he adored, he enjoyed the soft pussy fruit against
the roughness of his cheek and licked away the leaking juices
before spreading apart the lips, so better to feast.
He could hardly believe that the same girl had once felt
so shy about him kissing her pussy, as amazingly, no-one
else had ever suggested it. Not so shy now she wallowed in
the feeling of her man expertly using the different surfaces
of his tongue, all around her swollen clit, but not on it
yet, just teasingly so it grew and peeped from behind its
protective hood. Asking for his touch. Then he devoured
the bold nubbin with gentle kisses til she trembled.
When he had aroused her to a dripping peak he lifted his head
and said, I want to take you on the bonnet. He was much less
worried about being spotted than she was but she was feeling
up for anything tonight. They both emerged from the car
half naked and giggling like children.
It was noisily windy
which somehow made her feel safer, and although it was August
the wind was not as uncomfortably cold as she had expected.
It whipped around her exposed sex, arousing her in an instinctual
way. She lay on the bonnet and was taken by surprise by the
vast curtain of stars that she was looking up at. The frame
of her gorgeous man appeared above her, surrounded by the
night sky. He could feel his cock growing with pleasure
as he stroked it up and down the tight channel of bliss.
The sight of lights coming down the road didnt put him off
at all. In fact he just thought Take them. He pulled her
forward a little with one arm and eased his manhood into
her welcoming wet slit. Now he was pushing harder but he
wanted to make this last until he was ready. The lights were
now close enough to light up the near horizon but he wasnt
stopping. He pulled out swiftly and rolled his lady onto
her front, still over the bonnet.
Her flesh was full and shapely without being heavy and her
skin was softer than chamois, the softest smoothest, palest
flesh against his hardness. She rested her head on her hands
to save her face from the metal and spread her long smooth
legs for him. He put his hand between her thighs and pushed
into the curving softness, easing her buttocks apart to
make more room for himself. He jiggled the purple head into
the pink warmth of her and she made just a small moan.
At that
very moment the lights were upon them as the car passed.
He lay his broad chest over her fragile spine and presented
his moonlit arse to the startled passengers of the passing
car. Theyd just be jealous he said, but he wind was getting
a bit much, so they undocked and slipped back into the car.
The warmth enveloped them both and she immediately straddled
him in the front seat. He dropped his seat back so she could
lift herself up and down her soft ripe tits just brushing
his face. He licked his finger and rolled one of the cherry
nipples between them. Just hard enough to make her moan
with pleasurable pain. She was now ready to come and again
she fell into the drivers seat spreading open her womanly
thighs for him to rest his head on like a pillow.
He pushed his fingers into her pulsing opening and marveled
at the familiar tightness and warmth. His little finger
was brushing her little pink ass and his hot tongue gently
rhythmically worked on her raging clit until she was plunged
into a familiar but distant state of bliss. She knew she
was going to come right now, no matter what. At that moment
he simply rested his hot broad tongue flat onto the protruding
nubbin and it responded by pushing up against his flesh.
She was gone, her mind seemed to be washed by waves that rushed
and pounded in her ears and pulled her farther and farther
from the world with rush after rush of muscle tremors which
he felt through her clit, in the ripples of power in the channel
of her pussy and with his little finger as her butt muscles
clenched and held onto him like a baby.
The noise she made
outstripped the engine.
As she came round from her orgasm she opened her eyes a little,
enough to show their colour against her pale face. She fell
on him like a hungry animal, but he knew he could relax. He
lay back and could see her blonde hair just falling over
her face but not enough to obscure the fantastic view he
had of her small perfect pink lips struggling to take in
as much of his cock as it could. The juices from their lovemaking
mingled with her spit and ran in streams down his shaft and
flowed over his balls like hot lava. She rolled her lips
into a soft purse and almost smiling with pleasure herself,
she took him in and felt the hot tip push against the roof
of her mouth. She slid him in and let him out with a gentle
soft persistence that he knew would continue as long as
he wished. She eased herself into a position allowing her
to hover her tinkling fingers over his tenderest flesh.
She then dropped her head down to caress and coax his trembling
balls, then as his legs parted, down to the crack of flesh
that was so delightfully private and so perfectly masculine,
running her tongue down and around his ring of pleasure.
At the same time her gentle fingers were arced around his
swollen helmet, in no hurry, in no rush at all.
The moments joined and ran into a dreamlike journey to some
quiet perfect place that lies within us all.
He felt the
orgasm pushing into his dream like peace, announcing itself
with a rush in his ears and a feeling that his whole body was
poised and clenched in anticipation. As the orgasm became
inevitable he saw her sweet pale face for a moment and as
the green light of her eyes disappeared beneath her closed
eyelids she embraced his rising cock containing the bursting
flow within her cherubic mouth. He felt her warm fingers
resting between his legs as the avalanche of feelings subsided.
She dreamily lifted her head and making those contented
noises he loved, she rested her mop of blonde hair on his
chest and sighed, he brought his arms around her and they
lay enveloped in each other as if they were one body.