We’d been out on the lake all day, skiing with friends. It had been subtle, but a constant volley of torturous teasing for five hours. It started as an innocent pass of his hand across my bare belly as we watched a friend wakeboard behind the boat. Then he painted his fingers along the top of my bikini. A single fingertip ran along the inside edge as the others feathered across my sun-kissed skin. A hot shiver ran down my spine, capturing my breath and holding it hostage. He deviously smirked as he drank in my lustful expression, and I knew the game had been scheduled without my permission.
I’m not one to be outdone, so he became my target also. I pressed my ass against him as I sat between his legs, grinding gently back and forth with the rock of the waves, enjoying his rapid hardening cock. I also needed more sunscreen applied, more often than usual. Even though his hands lathering my skin was a form of mutually assured destruction, I devilishly enjoyed that the flush of my skin was less noticeable than his desire on display. As soon as he’d get soft, I reached for a sip of his drink, dragging my wet top and hard nipples across his arm. There was no ebb and flow to our day, only escalation and acceleration.
When we got back to the dock, I shimmed into my blue jean shorts, the ones that barely cover my bikini. My suit bottoms were dripping and not just from the swimming we’d done. As we headed as a group to the busy marina parking lot, the animal he’d summoned in me was ready to straddle him and ride him on the payment in front of all of the people. The rational part of my brain took over, and I grabbed him by the hand and dragged him away. He barked out a single laugh as he waved bye to our friends.
As we got close, he dangled the car keys in front of me. He watched my face light up as he announced, “You drive tonight.”
His classic muscle car is sex carved from steel. As I cranked her up, she growled into the twilight. Then her humming rattled my core. She’s like sitting on a vibrator, only I felt it through my entire body. “Oh God,” I whispered as a chuckle rumbled from his chest. My nipples softly shuddered against my wet bikini top. My long, damp hair caught the breeze, and I quivered from the sensory overload.
He bit back a smile and gave a knowing nod, but it was time to level him up too. I domed my fingertips over the ball of the stick shift and let him watch me slowly drip my fingers down over the rounded head. I swiped my thumb gently across the glossy surface, capturing his focus completely. A twist of my wrist and my fingers rubbed under the head and along the top of the shaft. “That’s just the way you like it. Right, baby?” I thought before I dropped it into reverse and put us on course.
My heart was thudding in my chest, and I watched him shift in his seat. He felt the pulse too. I was racing home, so we take care of that together. I powered along the back roads, playing with his mind with every motion. I’d target the apex and gun it, gliding us over the hot pavement. I used the beast’s power to shift him in his seat, timing the downshifts carefully to float his head back. Every motion was a metaphor that he was feeling deeply. It was a promise and a warning, especially the flood of gas into the backside of the curve as my fingers caressed the lovely stick—up and down.
As we came up over the winding road and to the highway, I register the traffic, full stop, four-lanes deep. The car was gasoline and he and I were incendiary. We needed an out before we caused an explosion. I pulled a u-turn and plotted a path. A dodge and a weave across back roads delivered us to a secluded location, a gravel road that winds to the end of the runway of the small local airport. I parked directly in front of the fence, the one that feels like planes will knock it down as they try to land. The sun that kissed my skin all day had dropped below the horizon. The twilight sky looked like a beautiful cocktail. Dark indigo at the bottom, fading up to a lighter shade of purple. Sherbet colored cloud floated in the ethereal creamy top, along with the twinkle of lights from the planes that pepper the skyline, waiting to land.
When I turned off the car, I started to open my door when he asked with a grin, “You want to sit under the stars tonight and watch the planes come in?”
My head jerked to him as I shoke my head.
“Tell me,” he coaxed. “I’ll do whatever you ask, but I want to hear you say it.”
I bit my lip. He knew what I wanted. Desire overcoming nerves, the words pushed out of my mouth, “I want you to eat me out on the hood of this car as the planes land over us.”
A solid nod from him, and I bounded out of the car, around the front to collide with him. It was an assault of his flesh with mine. My hands roamed up his shoulders and clutched into his hair. My mouth tasted all of him: the warmth of his lips, the salt of his skin, and the slow drag of his breath. I kissed him hungrily, driven almost woozy with need. My soft moans echoed in the sundown air. He responded eagerly.I felt the searing of his eyes on me as he mentally undressed me.
I pulled my long, wet hair to the side as I reached to rip off the loose tank top that covered my bikini top. A tug from his two fingers intercepted my frenzied motion. My frustration was assuaged as he leaned in to kiss my neck, and then my ear. The weight of his hands smoothed up under the light, cotton barrier. He dipped his head and planted kisses along my side, following his painfully slow hands up my ribs. His thumbs skated over my nipples. “Uugghhh, You’ve been teasing me all day. I’m going to ignite and destroy a five-mile radius,” I grumbled a complaint, my chest heaving.
His lips betrayed his laugh as my skin vibrated. At my words, he freed me from the evil tank. His hands dipped down my ass as he drove his hips into mine, backing me and pinning me firmly against the hood. An expert hand unbuttoned my blue jean shorts as his mouth enveloped mine. The damp fabric slid down my thighs and dropped to the ground before he lifted me and set my ass on the car—the hot metal bit my butt cheeks, like the slap I wanted. The vehicle was collusive, a co-conspirator with him. His fingertips also pierced, pinched my skin, and pulled me forward as he shoved his head to my chest. Not soft and slowly, enrapture embodied, as he freed my tits from the triangled fabric. With a groan, his mouth devoured my flesh. Teeth scraped lightly, followed by a consuming suck and pop of my nipple. The singularity of my thoughts overwhelmed me; my breathing became heavy.
My head tipped back as I push my wet hair out of my face just in time to watch the first plane land. A whining engine that likely held one or two people careened toward us, bouncing and wobbling as it swooped down. It was not twenty feet above us. “Can they see us?” I thought. “Never mind, I don’t care.”
He quickly jerked my hips forward, and my back kissed the warm metal too. He slowly dropped his mouth, never breaking eye contact. Hovering over my clit, he placed a deep kiss over the fabric, letting me feel his warm breath invade the cold, wet cloth covering me. I moaned; my appreciation apparent. He stroked my ankles and made his way up my legs, kissing as he climbed, excruciatingly slow. He kneaded, licked, kissed, and bit, applying the most delectable amount of pressure. Then more kisses, treacherously slow across my belly. His hand roamed up and down my legs, griping and clutching my skin into a frenzy.
A single finger ran gently against my pussy, pulling back the bikini bottom to the side to trace the outside of my lips. Close, but not where I needed it. “Please,” I heard myself beg. This torment needed to be quenched. A lick and a bite on the inside of my thigh was the last I straw. I grabbed his head and shoved his face into my pussy. “Now, DAMMIT!” I yell. The quick flick of his wrists untied both strings at my hips. The suit dropped around my hips.
A long drag of his tongue up my center closed my eyes and opened my mouth. I needed to gasp for oxygen. His name erupted from my lips, throaty and low. My hands locked him in place; hair clutched between my fingers as he began to work me. The night is not quiet, the cicadas hummed a bass rhythm, and the planes sang off-pitch above us. My sighs and moans were the melodies he extracted. His lips lapped and sucked swirling around my clit. My leg on his shoulder raised my ass off the metal as I rocked into his motions. His fingers pulsed inside, building me to altitude. As I got close, he backed off slightly.
“More…harder…faster…” I begged. I was afraid I’d never chase down that elusive orgasm. He didn’t respond immediately. It wasn’t until I heard the plane in the distance that his movement accelerated. That’s when I knew; he’d timed my transcendence with their descent. It was exquisite, particularly knowing that the pilot might have seen me.
“They can’t hear you,” he said, muffled because it was mostly into my skin.
My hips rocked into him as his finger drove expertly into my body. His tongue swirled ancient secrets, sucked from my core. I chanted his name; my voice called out as I competed with the plane engine. Then it passed over us and blasted the moisture he planted on my body with a turbulent wind. I clenched against his fingers as I cried out, trembling and quivering on top of the car. My fingertips suctioned to the metal to anchor me as my body shook and kept shuddering until I was a pile of jello, laid waste for all to see.
I laughed out, “Baby, you are amazing. That was otherworldly.” Then I grabbed him by the face and pulled him to me. I kissed his lips. They smelled of me. “You are my fantasy,” I whisper to him. “But to complete it, I need you inside of me.” My words were coated in unadulterated need, a pure desire for him, but the look in his eyes told me I was not the only desperate one.
I clambered at his waist, clawed at his boxers until my hand gripped his warm, hard cock. My thumb circled the head, distributing the slick pre-cum before rubbing the tip and shaft along my folds. Our eyes were fixated on one another as his mushroom head stretch me open, then the length of him slid inch by torturous inch to fill me. The sensation overwhelmed as his throbbing cock pressed me against the metal, deep until his balls smashed against me. My body tightened and relaxed at the same time, gripping, holding him, expelling him too. I gripped his ass with my heels and drove him into me. Frantically we moved together. There are times for sweet, but this was animalistic. More. Deeper. Harder. My hips swiveled and circled him as his breathing changed too, moving him around inside of me, pulling him deeper. My fingernails clawed at his hips as we claimed one another.
He felt dangerously delicious in this open air. “Fuuucckk,” he growled as my back arched for him, and my body began to tighten and flex on his cock. I heard the plane in the distance and surrendered my body to the next orgasm. “I’m coming again. Come with me?” I pleaded.
Once again, a spark flashed deep inside of me, traveling from my core to my extremities, rattling us together in our friction. I felt his hips stutter and then rock hard forward. His chin pointed up to the plane descending over his head. The perspective makes him look superhuman, a giant among men…or maybe that was me seeing the real man?
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