The tension had been building for days. There had been filthy, dirty messages; sexting; images from all angles. It had been off, but now, it was definitely on.
The timing was perfect. You pulled in from the beach as I arrived on foot. I wore a skirt, tiny knickers and a shirt for easy access. You were just in a towel. I hadn’t see you for a while, but as soon as I saw you I was reminded how attractive I found you. You had a new beard, you looked different but also familiar. We smiled, big beaming smiles, both knowing what was to come.
The previous times, I’d been self-conscious, very aware of my body, your new eyes on me, how much you were in to looking, aesthetics, visuals. I wanted to be perfect for you. The garage was great, there was no time for that crap. I’d grown in confidence. I was more aware of my body. How sexual I was. I knew what I wanted. It was you.
We started kissing. Hungry. Hands everywhere. You grabbed my hair and pushed your tongue in, wanting me as much as I wanted you.
You pulled out a mat and rolled it on to the floor. We’d talked enough about how much you liked me on my knees in front of you. Being your cum slut. Worshipping your beautiful cock.
I willingly got down, happy to oblige. Your clothes disappeared, as always. You were always so excited, like a kid at Christmas, you’d get your kit off as the first opportunity. I preferred to unwrap my presents slowly, but in this case it didn’t matter. Time was of the essence.
Your arousal was clear. Rock hard and moaning. I looked up and smiled, loving the effect I have on you. You love the eye contact.
You grab my hair and control how you like it. I feel your excitement building in my mouth and love it. I lick and suck and stroke all over. Your precum tastes amazing.
I say, “don’t you dare cum in my mouth”. I think, my pussy wants your cock so badly.
You pull me up and roughly carry me up to a dresser at the side – you’ve clearly thought this out. The whole house is empty but this feels right. Our dirty little secret, hiding in the garage. Our games are not suitable for the family home.
I’m perched on the edge of a chest of drawers, the perfect height. You’re rock hard and close to the edge. I need mine before you get yours. You tell me you’re close.
I pant “play with me” between this kisses and you oblige. You push my knickers aside and your tongue meets my clit. It’s electric. I’m so wet already, heavy breathing, my heart is racing. I play with your hair as you eat my pussy, wanting to kiss you but not wanting you to stop. You come back up and taste of me. I love it.
We’re both in ecstasy and don’t care about the noise we’re making like we should. These secret encounters are always dangerous, but that’s part of the appeal.
I beg for your cock in me and you can’t wait any longer. We thrust and grab and fuck like animals.
We don’t last long. My orgasm rips through me as you moan and cum hard. My whole body is pulsing.
I hold you there, savouring the delicious feeling of your cock still inside, the wetness, the aftershocks rippling through me.
You pull away and I’m still limp and shaky. I watch you tidy away the evidence, grab your towel, cleaning up… always so fastidious.
“That was exactly what I needed”.
“Me too… ”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9hngsb/mf_a_little_domsub_secret_quickie_in_the_garage