Chapter 11
“Do you want a bottle of water for the road? I’m grabbing one.”, you ask me as you reach into the refrigerator. I walk passed you bending over to get the water and I lay down a firm flirty smack, right on your butt. “Mmm. That ass! I’ll take a water and a piece of this!”, I say and grab your hips from behind, nearly knocking you into the fridge as I playfully thrust myself onto your butt. “Haven’t you had enough today? Jeez!”, you laugh me off and stand up, closing the refrigerator door. You turn to face me and I push myself against you, pinning you against the fridge. I lean in close and run my lips across your cheek, to your ear. “I will NEVER have enough of your sweet ass.”, I say through a light nibble on your ear. I move to kiss your neck and you pull me tight, then slip one of the cold water bottles you’re holding up my shirt and onto my back. “Babe!”, I exclaim, “Fine, we’ll just hit the road then!”, and I wiggle away from the cold wet bottle.
With the sunroof open and the windows down, the car ride flies by and we’re at lunch before we know it. You sit to my left, with my mom and her boyfriend across from us. The conversation is typical and light. Somehow, we always end up talking shop for a bit, before we move away from it. It’s always a good time. We enjoy meeting up with my mom and always leave saying we should do it more often. This visit was particularly enjoyable though. Your eyes sparkle and your smile captivates me as we converse. You’re simply amazing and when I look into your eyes, you still leave me speechless. It takes everything I can do to look away, but only because I don’t want to make it weird for my mom to see me staring at you so awestruck! This morning’s events are still replaying through my mind. They must have been running through your head too, because as we wait for our food, you let go of holding my hand and nonchalantly push your hand across my pocket and around my leg, to on top of my zipper, making sure nobody can see. I glance up and catch your eyes again, just breif enough to acknowledge you. You give a half smile and reach for your drink with your free hand. I think to myself, “And she asked ME if I had enough? I don’t think SHE has!”. Nervous that someone may see, I reach down to again hold your hand. You allow me to hold your hand, but that doesn’t stop you from exploring with your finger. My blood starts to flow as my pulse speeds up. I’m so anxious and afraid someone will see! You feel around the bulge in my pants, but retreat once you accomplish your goal of feeling me start to get excited. That’s when our food arrives and luckily, I’m distracted by it enough that my heart rate slows to normal.
Nearing the end of our meal, you announce to the table that you need to run to the restroom. As you start to stand up, I see you slip your phone off the table and into your pocket. “That’s weird.”, I think in my head, “She never takes her phone to the barhroom.”. Not long after you disappear toward the restroom, I feel a vibration in my pocket. It’s distinctively longer than normal, so I know its a text from you. Keeping my phone below the table so nobody could see, I open the message. “Can’t stop thinking about your penis inside me. Too bad you can’t cum fuck me again RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!”, I read. “Whoa!!! I love how she purposely typed CUM instead of COME!”, I think as I smile at my phone. While deciding what my reply should be, another message comes in. It’s a picture message. I open it up, without delay and my eyes nearly jump out of my head. You’ve sent me a selfie of you in the stall, standing there with your pants still up, but your shirt and bra pulled up to your neck, exposing your perfect, beautiful breasts. With your phone in one hand, you position your other arm across your breasts pushing them up toward your face. Your expression shows your lips pursed in the “kiss” position with your eyes staring straight into the camera of your phone. It feels like you are staring straight into my eyes. My eyes must have given me away, because that’s when my mom asks, “Is everything okay with the kids?”. “Uhhhh, yeah.”, I say back letting her believe that it was one of the kids texting me, “That’s just my baby girl being silly! She’s the absolute best!”. I smile and quickly write a text back, “Get those boobies back out here! I already miss them! Oh, and grab some paper towels from in there. You’re going to need them for the drive home! Xoxo”.
Soon, you appear making your way back to our table, holding a thick stack of paper towels. “How is she going to justify taking all those?”, I ask myself. As you sit down, you feel everyone’s eyes on you, wondering what the deal with the stack of paper towels was. “You never know when you’ll need these. Johnny keeps his car clean and we wanna keep it that way!”. I’m onto you, but play along. “Of course, I do!”, I add, “Paper towels are always handy!”. Neither Mom nor her boyfriend had any argument with that and we begin getting around to leave. Holding hands, we lead the way out of the restaurant and Mom and her man follow behind, smiling with approval. They can tell that we’re both head over heels in love with each other and they couldn’t be happier seeing us so happy. Neither could I.
We could barely keep our hands off of each other long enough to allow some distance between us and Mom as we left the restaurant parking lot. You stole kisses from me at every stop sign and I stole them right back at the traffic lights. We had played like this for almost a half hour, until we’re nearly halfway home. That’s when you decide to get a little more frisky. You unbuckle your seat belt and then mine, and lean to my side. “Can you move your seat back any and still reach the pedals?”, you ask me as you place your hand on the outline of my already hard penis pressing through my pants. I reach down with my left hand and move my seat back as far as I could, without moving too far from the pedals. “This is the best I can do. What’s going on in that head of yours?”, I ask, even though I already know. “What’s going on? You mean, what’s going IN? I think we both know the answer to that!”, you say before quickly giving me a peck on the lips and nearly ripping my belt open. You unbutton my jeans and pull the zipper down. “Arch your butt up so I can get to you, Babe.”, you demand. I eagerly lift my butt up off the seat and you use both hands to pull my jeans and boxer briefs down past my balls to let my anxious penis spring free. You glance out of the window for traffic and then bury me into your mouth. You feel so amazing. You know just how to please me with the perfect amount of pressure and saliva as you move your mouth up and down my shaft. Occasionally, you here the engine of a passing vehicle, but it doesn’t seem to bother you at all. You would work on my penis until you could tell I was getting close to cumming from the slow groans I was beginning to make. Once you sensed I was close, you would slow down and caress my nipples or simply run your hand up and down my leg, letting me calm down. Finally, you hear the car turn signal begin to click, and you look around to see where we are headed. It was a scenic pull off with a beautiful lake view and many outdoor picnic tables and benches. When we pull into the parking lot, there is only one other vehicle parked nearby. This particular scenic view is different than most in that there is a short drive from the highway through dense trees into the wider clearing where the amazing view is.
I pull into a parking spot at the other end of the lot from the sole car that was there and stopped by several picnic tables. We quickly rearranged our clothes and got out of the car as to enjoy the view, grabbing a blanket out of the trunk. We sat at one of the picnic tables and stared off for what seemed like miles across the blue water. We spot a pontoon boat and talk about how great it would be to have one and live on water someday. At a table near the other end of the pull off, the occupants of the other car sat. They were a young couple who were also enjoying the view. “Maybe we interrupted their daytime play?”, you say as you lean your head onto my shoulder. “Why don’t we go ask them?”, I sarcastically say and pretend to get up before ultimately remaining seated. You slightly laugh and say, “No! I’m not asking that!”
While enjoying the sights, I began slowly caressing your back, and you knew I wanted to play more. I then move my hands to your shoulders and turn you slightly toward me, giving you a long, sensuous kiss, enjoying your sweet lips. We were both beginning to melt into the moment. As we kissed, our hands began to roam and mine quickly found their way to your lovely breasts and began stroking them through your shirt. Somewhat disappointingly, after about ten minutes of our enjoying “the scenery”, the other couple got up from their table and made their way to their car. A short time later, they pulled out of the lot. We were now alone in the small discreet lot with the sound of sporadic cars going by on the road several yards from where we were sitting.
“Come here.”, I say and pull you up from the bench to sit between my legs. You lean back into my body where you feel my semi-hard penis pressing up against your back. You feel me continuing to get harder by the second. I had my arms around you with my hands up underneath your shirt working both nipples from underneath your bra. I lean my head forward, kissing your neck, sending a stimulating chill throughout your immaculate body. Quoting your text from earlier, I whisper in your ear, “I want to fuck you RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW.”.
I decided to up the ante. I have you stand up while I spread the blanket across the table, and then tell you to lay back on the table. As you did, I pull your legs apart and begin stroking between your thighs, feeling your warmth heat up through your jeans and panties. I then slowly begin to pull up your shirt, stopping after exposing your chest to massage your breasts a little through your lace bra before continuing to rub your increasingly wet vagina slowly and sensually.
After about three rounds of going from your chest to your vagina, I have your shirt practically off and you squirming to my touch as you lay back, spread eagle, on the picnic table. I say, “Relax and just let go. If anyone comes, lucky them!”. There was comfort in my voice and you knew I wanted this to happen. With a slight nod, you nervously agreed and close your eyes. I unfasten your jeans and pull them down as quickly as possible. Kneeling in front of you, I pull your panties to the side and bury my face into your vagina. You’re so ready for me. Your juices have an indescribable taste the I can’t seem to get enough of. As my tongue goes in and out and up and down your opening and around clit, my hands begin exploring your breasts more until I ultimately pull them out into the open over the cups of your bra. Feeling braver in the excitement and incredibly turned on, you no longer care where we are or who may see. In what was only a few short moments, though seeming like an eternity, you feel the familiar roar of the quickly approaching orgasm. “Oh, Baby! You are so good at that!”, you mutter. You close your eyes and feel enormous relief as your thighs clench tightly around my head, soaking me and the end of the blanket. It was amazingly gratifying and beyond sexy!
After moments of basking in the feeling, you sit up and pull me to you, opening my jeans again. You sit there with your shirt still up while your bra only serves as a shelf to hold up your completely exposed breasts. Once you have my jeans undone, you make certain they fall to the ground and you pull my boxer briefs down, exposing my penis to the world. You then stand up and motion for me to switch places with you. As I sat back on the blanket-covered picnic table, I smile at the wet spot, admiring my work. There’s no pleasure like knowing I pleasured you. You kneel down and take my hard, throbbing penis into your mouth. You were excited to be doing something that we knew was so dangerous and risky to do and you could feel my arousal building again. The rush continued to keep you more than moist as you keep working my penis in your mouth. “You sure nobody’s going to come?”, you ask. Slyly, I say back, “This blanket is telling me someone already did!”.
Nervously, you reach down and pull your underwear and jeans down to your ankles, then kick off your flip flops before removing your pants completely. Once ready and bare, you push me further back on the table and climb on top, straddling me, slowly lowering your dripping wet vagina down on my waiting, hard penis. “You feel so good up inside of me.”, you say as your grind yourself back and forth into my hips. We are completely lost in the moment. As we begin fucking harder and harder, I look up and realize we were facing the parking lot so if another car pulled in and stopped, there would be no doubt they would see us. In particular, they would see you riding me with your exposed breasts bouncing up and down.
This danger really pushes us both further towards the edge. I continue to thrust myself inside of you while running my hands all over your breasts and butt. Even though you were already greatly exposed in a very vulnerable position, I try to push my luck and see how far you will go. As we continue to claim the picnic table, I move my hands up and grab your shirt and bra so I can attempt to pull it completely off. As you’re nearly fully exposed, you are too turned on to stop me and straighten your arms enough to allow me to remove your remaining clothes completely. Surprisingly he then tossed it to the other end of the picnic table out of my reach. We could both feel your juices grow as we enjoy the ride. You are completely nude in a public scenic viewing area and neither of us could be more turned on by it.
We’re not done yet! Sensing what was about to happen, you sped up my hips and ground faster on my hard penis, feeling every inch of it buried inside of you. I tighten my grip around your waist, holding you firmly against me and you tighten your vagina’s grip around my penis. There you are, in broad daylight, completely naked, and riding your boyfriend’s hard penis, sitting on a picnic table at a scenic pull-off with your clothes barely out of reach should anyone pull into the parking lot! You’ve never looked better, as the sun’s rays make your hair shine and your eyes light up. We could hear cars whizzing by as we continued to fuck hard and fast, fearing that at any point someone could make the quick turn past the tree line in the parking lot and drive right up on us. It feels so dangerous and we are terrified, but it also sends our excitement level over the top.
Seeing you totally naked and vulnerable in such a public space was an unexpected turn on for me as well. Just as we heard a car slowing to turn into the parking lot, I thrust three more hard times before we blast into euphoria, cumming simultaneously as we often do. As the other car pulled closer to the empty spots in the front of the lot directly across from us, you quickly scampered off of me to the other side of the picnic table, grabbing your clothes. I sit up and hurriedly pull my jeans back up. After grabbing your clothes, you quickly sit back down on the picnic table bench using me to shield your nudity. As we sat there and acted as if we were doing nothing wrong, you slip your shirt on quickly and then pull your jeans up your still slippery thighs. After a few moments, we’re able to put ourselves together enough to look presentable, and we start toward my car. As we walk, you can feel some of my cum drip down your leg. In such a frenzy, you skipped your panties and slid up your jeans without them on. As we walk, we pass a slightly older couple headed to the scenic overlook we had just left. As we go by, we give them a quick smile and the husband gives me a knowing nod and a smirk back. “Hey guys, you forgot your blanket over here!”, he yells back to us. We turn back toward them and I lean into you to say under my breath, “I better get it, before one of them sits in the wet spot!”. “That’s what the paper towels are for!”, you say before swinging a playful fist at my shoulder. I jog back after the blanket, most pleased with our little pit stop.
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