Summer in the City

The sweet scent of grass-cuttings is all around us, permeating the air with an intoxicating thickness in the hot sun. Small pink drifts of blossom gather in the lazy breeze, petals gathering in little eddies and decorating the kerbside. You are stretched out in front of me, eyes closed, soaking up the sunshine and snoozing lightly. I lean on my side, head resting on my hand, propped by my elbow which is pressed into the soft earth, the grass leaving what I know will be a lattice of impressions in my skin. Above us, the yellowy-green fronds of the willow sway, casting a dappled shade across us, but letting the sun seep through.

My fingers trail from your bare shoulder, following the line of your halter-neck top, brushing your chest and roaming down towards your navel. You wriggle slightly, arching your back towards my touch and breathing out a long sigh. I can see the raised bumps of your nipples pushing against the cream cotton; you chose to wear no bra, knowing our intentions before we met on the bench just a few yards away.

As my hand slides over your stomach, you raise your arms above your head and offer yourself to me, the hem of your top riding up and revealing your soft smooth belly. My hand continues its journey, snaking down to the elastic of your skirt, and I lean forward, nuzzling your exposed skin, making you giggle as I kiss and lick your button.

I slip my hand inside your waistband, just far enough for my wrist to disappear, and the tips of my fingers to brush the tip of your soft hair. You twist on your back, trying to urge my fingers further down, enticing me in. Your hand reaches out and grasps at the protusion in my trousers, fingers wrapping around my hardness and pulling me towards you. I lean forwards and kiss you, pressing down on you and thrusting my hips, forcing myself harder into your grip.

I extract my hand and slide it down across your skirt, feeling the ruffled pattern and embroidery, following your curves and contours through the primrose fabric. At the hem, my hand delves between your knees, pushing them apart and then retracing its path back up your thigh, fingertips savouring the smooth pale skin. As I draw my hand back towards me, you lift your knees and then drop them apart, your loose skirt falling back gathered and crumpled around your waist.

In the background, from across the park, the wooden clattering of skateboards mingles with the kids laughing, the sound drifting across to us faint and jumbled. My fingers brush your cunt, feeling the wetness with my tips and then cupping your sex, your fuzzy mound under my palm as I slip first one, then two and three digits between your pink soft lips. As I push into your depths, your back arches again and I move my lips from your mouth to your chest, kissing and sucking your erect nipples through the material, leaving a translucent patch with my tongue, through which the sun reveals the dark hard circle of your areola.

Your fingers are pushing down inside my trousers now, as you begin to breath faster and close your thighs around my hand, forcing me deeper into you. Your cool fingers encircle my cock, gripping it firmly and beginning to stroke up and down its length. As you draw back my foreskin, a small dark circle appears on my trousers, pre-come seeping through. You move your hand back and forth, savouring each stroke, pausing briefly to cup and fondle my balls and then moving your grip back around my shaft.

I’m fucking you vigorously with my fingers now, your widely-spread legs open and inviting as I thrust my hand in and out, rubbing your clitoris with my thumb and massaging your mons with my palm. Your hips are rolling and swaying, and your grip tightens on my erection, as I push my tongue into your mouth and kiss you again. I’m squeezing and caressing your breast with my other hand, but it’s awkward where I’m leaning on it, and so you roll onto your side and push me over onto my back.

We’re in clear view of the park, privacy only provided by some unmown grass which isn’t particularly dense above knee-height. Oblivious to any onlookers, you sit up and flick your head back and let your hair fall over your shoulders, as you grasp the belt-hoops of my trousers and pull them down over my hips. My boxers are dragged with them, and as my rigid cock springs free I can feel the cool air drift over it and the warmth of the sun on the underside of my shaft. You sit for a second, looking down at my manhood, smiling and pleased with your work, before playfully running a finger up my thigh and then taking me in your hand. Pulling my foreskin back again, you smear the bead of creamy cum onto my shining head, and then dip down, taking me in your mouth.

At first you just hold still, lips forming a perfect circle around my girth, the breath from your nose ticking the dark hair around its base. And then your tongue goes to work, licking and flicking, exploring the surface of my shaft, and all the intricate bumps, folds and hollows. Slowly, while your tongue races over me, you begin to move your head up and down, your hair tumbling back off your shoulder and tickling my balls as you fuck me with your mouth. You close your jaw, and press your tongue flat against my length, so I can feel you from base to tip as you gently slide my thick cock in and out between your lips.

I’m powerless, head spinning, wanting to touch you but unable to move, until eventually you moan gently and withdraw me from your lips. You sit up again and then, after looking around to see if anyone is approaching, you straddle me. At first you stay raised on your knees, and spread your skirt out around behind you, covering my legs and stomach like a bedspread. I wait with anticipation, sensing the soft wet heat of your pussy just inches above my desperate cock. And then, looking straight into my eyes, you lower yourself down onto my shaft, still on your knees, lowering your whole weight onto my hips. I lift them to meet you, driving myself deep into you, half-closing my eyes as your velvet cunt engulfs my cock, feeling the fuzz of your hair pushing against my pelvis.

Slowly your start to roll and swing your hips, sliding me in and out of you, fucking me slowly and gently. You lean forward, your hands either side of my head, chest inches from my face. My hands slip up inside your gaping top, and as you move back and forth faster and faster, I cup your breasts in my hand, squeezing them and rolling your bullet-hard nipples between my thumb and fore-finger.

Faster and faster we fuck, your juices dripping down off my balls, your slick lips sliding over my cock to the tip, and then just as I’m about to drop out of you, plunging me back into your slick cleft. I squeeze and knead your soft tits, and we kiss, tongues wrapped up with one and other. Your breath quickens, and your grip on my hips with your thighs tightens, and I begin to feel the warm, welcome twitching in the pit of my stomach.You feel me writhe, and lean right forward, and with your hot breath almost burning my skin, whisper into my ear.

“I love being fucked by your cock. Fill my cunt with your hot spunk right now”

Your words tip me over the edge, and immediately I burst, spasms convulsing through my hips and thighs, my stomach clenching into a ball and my cock pulsating as I drive stream after stream of hot thick seed deep into your cunt. I buck and twist under you, and your muscles clench and squeeze in waves around my shaft, your words having the same effect on you as it did on me. Your teeth clamp down on my lip and I can taste blood across my tongue, and I feel my fists squeezing and twisting your breasts in my hand. You writhe and twist, trying not to call out, moaning softly and desperately in my ear as your climax runs out of steam, muscles milking the last of my come from deep within me.

You slump forward, still gripping my cock, a thick sticky cocktail of our juices oozing out of you and running down across my balls. We lie like that for what seems like hours but in reality is just a few minutes, before you roll off me and straighten your skirt. With few more words we get up and say our goodbyes, heading back across to the busy street and our respective offices, until the next lunch hour we can find to meet up.

Slow motion

The sizzle of electricity is almost audible as your mouth moves down across my navel, and my cock bobs up and down of its own accord as the blood surges into it. Your thumb and forefinger encircles my beating shaft and the tip of your tongue circles your lips, pink, luscious, glistening as they part and form a perfect ‘O’. My stomach muscles ripple and twitch when you pull my erection upright.

Your eyes flick up to me, and there’s lust, hunger, mischieviousness and arousal in them before they fall back on their target. A lock of hair falls from your fringe and brushes my soft skin, but then I close my eyes, the world caves in and begins to spin, as the tip of your tongue brushes my oozing, red, hot gleaming glans for the first time.

I Want… #17

I want walk up to you and invade your personal space. I want to push myself against you, and feel you push back, not pulling away, not turning, not flinching. I want to reach around behind you, and twist apart the clasp of your bra, flicking the straps off your shoulders, and dropping it to the floor. I want to pull you to me, feeling your bare skin pressing against my chest, your hard nipples pushing into me. I want to slip my hands inside your panties and slip your knickers over your hips, down your thighs and onto the floor.

I want to hold your firm arse in my hands, squeezing it as I lift you off the floor. I want you to lift your feet, your legs wrapping around my waist, my hardening cock nudging at your backside as you cling onto me around my neck. I want to kiss you, my tongue slipping between your lips, exploring and tasting your mouth, noses rubbing as we twist our heads first one way, then the other.

I want to support you as you reach down, guiding my cockhead with your fingertips between your soft moist lips, your honeydew running down my shaft as I slip into you. I want to pull you tighter to me as you cast your arm back around my neck, fingers running through my hair, your hips crushing my pelvis into you, driving me deeper into your eager depths.

I want to stumble forward, knees weakening, crashing your bottom onto the chest of drawers, sending makeup and other detritus scattering onto the floor, and then driving, pounding my shaft into you as we regain our poise and find a less precarious position. I want to watch your breasts bouncing up and down as I push in and out of you, nipples riding the wave of the ripples rolling up our bodies. I want to look down between us, seeing the base of my shaft disappearing into the neatly tripped fuzz of hair, glistening and shining as it slips in and out of you with each thrust.

I want you to lean back, hands parted, steadying yourself, fingers white as your struggle to keep your grip, arse slipping slightly on the smooth wet wood as I push back and forth in and out from between your thighs. I want you to throw your head back and pant, moan, cry, scream as I pound your cunt harder and harder, building up speed, kissing your neck and shoulders. I want you to bite down on my shoulder, teethmarks glowing red as you try to control your writhing lust.

I want you to come with me, muscles spasming, pelvis rolling and shuddering, insides clenching around my length, squeezing and holding me as I pump thick hot spurts of come into you. I want you to yell out, my name or anything, squealing and crying as waves of our climax surges through us both.

I want to slump onto you, motionless, exhausted, softening and oozing, covering you with kisses, feeling your thighs around me loosen but not let go. I want to rest, recover, drink water and lie back and breathe.

And then I want to do it again.

HNT #6

I needed a little hand-holding this morning. 

Nothing at All

Yes, I know.

I’ve been pretty busy the last week or two, and haven’t had much inspiration to write. I’ve still been reading blogs, thinking bad thoughts and watching girls desirously while I’m out and about.

But I’ve been busy, at home and at work, and I’ll admit my libido has suffered. Maybe I’m getting old, maybe I’m tired, or maybe my general life-satisfaction is such that I’m less forthright about my desires.

However, I have also been dallying with a 21-year-old in my office, and considering whether to push my luck. True, I’m probably just flattered at the attentions of a girl 15 years my junior, but hey – when you’re in your mid-30s and a nubile young lady tells you about her pearl thong, you listen.

Being slightly more realistic, I’ve continued to dally with Criaigslist but to no avail. Responses have either been spam, or not forthcoming. Given the anecdotal evidence of the high nutter-factor on CL, that’s probably not a bad thing.

Anyway, I am searching for inspiration (as much as anything because I’ve barely wanked for over a fortnight and need something to get off on). If the worst comes to the worst, perhaps I’ll cheat and post an HNT. On the upside, summer is rapidly approaching (once we get through this daft El Nina blast of cold weather); if there’s one thing that makes me horny (apart from a perfectly-shaped strip of hair capping a pair of spread legs) it’s hot weather…