I’d been seeing Marcus for a few months, and we were taking our first weekend trip together to the Texas Hill Country. We’d rented a multi-level cabin with a few friends built into a hill right on the bank of the Frio river. When we walked in a couple of our friends had already arrived and were choosing their room and unpacking. Marcus took my hand and led me to the kitchen at the back of the house, which had panoramic views of the river. I thought we’d start with a few drinks, but he turned to me, pinning me against the kitchen counter with his hips. “I can’t wait, I need to fuck you right now”, he said as he picked me up, sitting me on the counter.
I’d never seen him like this before. He grabbed me by my waist, put me up on the counter, and flipped my denim skirt up, revealing the cute magenta lacy thong I’d intentionally worn. I looked at him as he was looking down between my thighs and pulling my panties to the side. I was already wet and felt my clit throbbing with eagerness for his touch. A smile crossed his face as he ran his thumb across my clit.
Another couple of friends arrived. I don’t think he noticed, because he was so fuckused on what was going on between my thighs, but I made eye contact enough to see them quickly look away and head toward the bedrooms to drop off their luggage. “Honey, our friends are all here” I brought him back from his trance. “I don’t care, I’m fucking you right here, right now” he responded.
I could already see how hard he was before he opened his zipper, but when he pulled it out it literally pointed straight for my pussy. He teased me for a bit, running the tip just along the folds. He knows what I like at this point and used the underside of his head to rub my clit. I slid slightly forward off the counter, eagerly anticipating his penetration. He kept his focus on my pussy as he teased me more with the head of his cock, sliding up and down, just peeking within, but not putting more than just the tip in.
I knew we only had so long before our friends would be done unloading their luggage and come to the kitchen, actually looking for a drink, “Fuck me” I whispered in his ear. He finally looked me in the eye, simultaneously kissing me as he slid his cock inside. He must have also sensed the urgency as well, because he went from teasing to full on pounding instantly.
I knew that our friends must have heard the slapping of our bodies and his grunting, but I didn’t care. I was finally getting the animalistic fucking that I knew he had in him. It was even hotter with the risk of being caught. I’ve always secretly wanted to be watched, whether in the act in public or just by my lover in the bedroom.
His whole body started to tighten up, so I could tell he was close. “Fuck me”, I repeated. He grabbed the back of my thighs to get leverage to fuck me harder. I sunk my face into his neck to muffle my own vocalizations of pleasure. He pushed himself all the way into me with a long grunting exhale and I could feel his cumming cock throb deep in me. He grabbed my tits and bit one of my nipples as he slammed back into me again with the same grunting exhale. The pressure of his teeth coupled with his hot breath on my chest and his cock deep in me sent me over the edge. I finished just after him, and we clung to each other for a moment, enjoying the afterglow.
Needless to say there were a few bashful looks during dinner and mention of the cabin being “haunted” because everyone heard “strange moaning noises” when they were unpacking, LOL.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6umzvp/starting_hill_country_vaca_wa_bang_mf