I run off up the stairs with you chasing close behind. You catch my foot about halfway up. Giving me a little yank, I fall back a step and you land on top of me. Turning over underneath you, I wrap my arms around your neck and my legs around your hips. I pull myself up to you as you move forward, up the stairs. Your cock slides right into my wet and waiting pussy. I hold on tight, riding you from underneath, my pussy squeezing your cock, pulsing in rhythm, as you make your way up the stairs... carrying me the rest of the way.
We've been messing around for a few months, having a blast exploring each other and falling madly deeply irrevocably in love with lusting each other. Not a space or body part has been left unkissed or licked or sucked in some way, not a hair left unturned, not a position left untried... at this point it's just perfecting the dance and enjoying the pleasure we bring each other... or so I thought.
“Meet me at the hotel at 5:00 sharp, dress nice... hot but nice. You will be escorting me to dinner. Polly... I expect you to listen and behave tonight.”
When I sent the text I was really just playing with you... expecting to turn you on for later. All the text said was, “Come fuck me for lunch.” I was just kidding but after sending it, the idea of you coming home for lunch just to fuck me, really started turning me on. I know you won’t be able to come home, you’re stuck in meetings all day. So now I have a problem... now I’m throbbing, horny and on my own until late tonight. Wait... I’m on my own until tonight, oh yeah... it’s time to break out the toys.
I'm a huge fan of public and outdoor sex, let me just start off by saying that... so you're kind of in for a treat. I'm going to attempt to put them into story form, I'll put you in as my beau. So let's take a trip, you and I, down our own little sexual escapade lane... shall we?
The first time we met was at the beach. I was wearing that cute little white string bikini top that tied on the top and in the back and a matching little see through swim skirt without the panties. I didn't think anyone noticed that I'd forgotten my bikini bottoms until you pulled me around the rocks. You grabbed my arm and yanked me just out of view of everyone else. I admit I was surprised, and a little scared... but you’re so good-looking, dripping wet, just out of the surf. You pulling me out of view excited me and I was a little wet.