“Hey, I’m like three minutes away.”
“Oh, okay,” you mumble in a voice rougher than I’m accustomed to hearing. I know I woke you up, so I won’t take the lack of enthusiasm to heart. It just means I’ll have to put in a little more effort to get you going. I always love a challenge, especially one I’m sure I can surmount.
I pull into your drive and wait for the song on the radio to finish playing. I know you’re waiting, but I don’t really care. Once it’s done I grab my keys, leave my wallet, and trot to your front door. Having heard your doorbell from the inside, I opt for knocking instead.
It takes a minute and I can hear you coming towards the door. Slowly you open it, and I see you standing there shirtless. I’m amped up and ready to go. My panties are beginning to grow moist as I think of your dick and how great it feels deep inside me. For a second I let my mind wander.
I think of pulling you out onto the porch. With you already shirtless, I would run my hands through your chest hair as our lips meet. The feel of the cool air mixed with the warmth of you is a good one. Then as you’re enjoying just that in your dazed stupor, I would work my hand down to your cock. As I take hold it begins to grow and swell. Haha, I’m about to make sure you’re good and awake.
Slowly, I pull down your shorts. You’re now completely naked on your front porch and I’m loving the view. Your dick is absolutely stunning, standing perfectly erect in the glow of your porch light. Now I figure we have a handful of options given your current attire and our present location.
I could drop to my knees; run my tongue up your shaft. Repeat this until you’re begging me to suck you off. God how I’d love to do that.
Or, I could slowly slide out of my jeans while giving you a little show. Slip my now soaked panties off and let you catch a whiff while grinding on your hardened cock. Then I’d ask you to bend me over the rail and fuck me to your heart’s content. As you do so, I’d gasp and quiver around your dick, my legs growing weaker with each of your pumps.
All of this only imagined, I lean in and whisper, “Would you rather I suck your dick or let you fuck me until I cry your name out into the darkness of the night?” With that I pull you from the warmth of your house and out into the night’s air.
Let’s be real. It’s like midnight and who in your quiet little neighborhood would ever even know? I’m loud, but am I that loud?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cv9sjq/mf_fucking_on_the_porch
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