Fireworks fun [MF] [public]

Like millions of others, last night me and my girlfriend Kate headed out to see the fireworks.

For any non-British readers, yesterday was Guy Fawkes night, when fireworks and bonfires go off all around the country to celebrate a failed attempt to blow up parliament hundreds of years ago.

People flock to local parks and open spaces to enjoy the festivities, and me and Kate were no different.

We attended a (pretty large) event in West London, and spent a good hour or so before the fireworks drinking mulled wine, eating burgers and playing unwinnable fairground games.

As we settled in for the fireworks our hearts were light and our wallets even lighter.

We settled on the grass and unpacked a large blanket we’d brought as our shield against the cruel November weather.

As we were waiting for the display to begin, Kate started to rub my thigh under the blanket. Kate and I have recently got a bit more open minded, which all started with a risky swimming pool encounter on holiday in Italy (you can read about it in my post history!).

With peoples eyes fixed firmly to the skies, Kate took the opportunity to make this family-friendly event entirely inappropriate.

Her rubbing my thigh soon turned into rubbing my crotch through my jeans. Never one to shirk a challenge, I returned the favour. We gazed at each other in a giddy stupor. We’d be making some of our own fireworks it seemed. Kate is deliciously attractive, with thick dark hair down to her lower back, heavy breasts and eyes a mix of blue and green, like tiny worlds floating in her head.

Before the fireworks could start, we were all asked to practice our ‘oohs’ and ‘aaaahs’. We used the opportunity to vocalise how we were making each other feel. One of my ‘aaahs’ went on just a little too long and Kate glared at me in embarrassment.

Finally, it was time for the fireworks to begin. Just as the music started and the first rocket snaked into the night sky, Kate kissed me warmly. She tasted of mulled wine and young passion.

We broke our kiss and watched the first few rounds, touching each other still under the blanket. I got a little braver and pushed my hand down into her jogging bottoms, brushing and circling her little neat patch of pubic hair with my fingers. I moved down to her clit, which was coated in her warm wetness by this point.

I began to work my magic slowly, and she shuddered ever so slightly in pleasure.

I was teasing her slowly. For all her qualities, Kate is impatient as anything. I think she gets it from her Mediterranean mother’s side of the family.

As the music switched to another tune, a real crowd pleaser, the whole place erupted in song as we saw the fire swirl and bang and fall in glorious harmony. It was a magical moment, made even more incredible by Kate unclamping my belt and jeans. She waited for a loud bang before pulling down my zip.

Still shrouded in the blanket, she fished my cock from my underwear. The blanket was the only thing between my throbbing dong and the gaze of about 2,000 people.

She giggled in my ear and kissed my earlobe just for a second. As usual, this got me leaking and she rubbed my drop of precum over my swollen head. Fuck me it felt good.

I increased my pace a little as I circled her clit and her legs began tightening and closing together a little.

She then began to stroke my shaft from its base up to the head, swirling her thumb across the tip as she went. She jerked me slyly, slowly, but firmly and passionately.

Her clit was very happy with the attention, swollen into a hard nub of flesh that danced to the touch.

The next song came on, and the fireworks crashed into a massive symphony of colour as Kate’s muscles tensed. She stopped jerking and grabbed my cock a bit too hard as she struggled to contain her orgasm. To anyone watching it might have just seemed a particularly violent shiver. I love making this girl cum so much. It makes me feel 10 feet tall and 10 inches long, if you know what I mean.

When the throes of her climax subsided, she resumed her jerking with more intent. The fireworks had been going for 10 minutes or so, so they were close to their end. She knows me well enough that she could feel the change in my breathing as I approached my own big ending.

She suddenly seemed worried. She leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“Don’t cum on the blanket.”

It was quite expensive and a gift from a family friend, so I saw the merit in not giving it an unseemly protein coating.

“What am I supposed to do?” I implored. No way I was heading home with blue balls.

She looked puzzled, and slowed her stroking a little. But I was still on the very edge. She gave me a wicked grin as the firework finale gathered pace.

To my shock, she ducked under the blanket and quickly engulfed me in her mouth. For a moment I worried about others figuring out what we were doing, but all eyes were fixed firmly on the sky.

With a couple of carefully placed tongue swirls, I was there. I grasped her shoulder and she got my meaning, clamping her lips hard around my dick. I looked up, and saw a huge golden shimmer of firework explode just as I unloaded shot after shot into Kate’s hungry mouth.

She sucked and swallowed, and even licked me clean before re-emerging from under the blanket with a naughty look in her eyes.

She zipped me back up as applause rang around the park, and wiped her mouth on my jacket sleeve.

“I might need another cup of wine before we go.”

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