A sluts late night meet up

Sitting in the park, watching the full moon rise, my pussy is absolutely soaked. A soft breeze whispers under my skirt and cools the juices along my lips.

Small towns are a great place to get fucked at random. This little park with its 2 picnic tables and a pavilion has no traffic this late. And the internet is a great place to make arrangements

Car pulls up and a bulky guy, about 5’8″ gets out. Car lingers a little, then leaves.

We confirm who we are. There are no introductions in this kind of play. He didn’t want his car seen here. I don’t ask why. He doesn’t have a ring so there’s that.

I can see the cock bulging in his pants. The pictures probably didn’t do it justice. I smile wide and step closer. He is best described as wide, shoulders, hands, hips. He looms over me and I wonder if his cock matches the rest of him

Solemn faced, he reaches under my skirt. As his fingers slide along my folds, my hips try to follow his finger tips. I need this so bad. A smirk and he’s pushing me backwards to lie across the picnic table. No words, just pushing my shirt up to expose my breasts, skirt up along my hips, feet up on the edge so I’m spread out, on display as the end of the table.

He tastes the juices on his finger, while he watches me watching him. He slides one thick finger into me, quickly adding a 2nd and 3rd. I’m wide eyed and struggling, forcing my body to stay for the sudden onslaught. Its an incredible amount of stretching going on between my legs. But the joy of being exposed to a stranger has me even wetter. He saws his fingers in and out, smirking at the cries dripping from my lips. Roughly he pushes a fourth finger alongside the others. This wasn’t part of what we discussed but I’ll loving it. He’s jamming his fingers into me, forcing my vagina walls to let him in. His knuckles get just inside me and the sensation of the bony knobs rolling in and out of me makes me orgasm. I’m crying out into the night, orgasming on a grinning strangers hand. He curls his fingers inside me, preventing my pulsing walls from pushing him out. The curling fingers hit my g-spot, his thumb pushed down into my clit and it all adds just enough pressure to make me feel he’s going to pick me up by my cunt. I’m almost flailing. As I move, his thumb rolls back and forth over my clit. The more I move, the more I orgasm. He’s just holding me as I torture myself with rolling orgasms.

Minutes or an eternity later, he loosens his grip and I slide into a boneless pile, draped on the table. He chuckles and wipes his hand clean on my torso. He gives one good squeeze to my breasts, cunt juices just smeared from between his fingers. The breeze across my wet tits just makes my nipples ache more. I really want him to play with them, but I’m supposed to just be a toy here. No requests, no demands.

I hear a zipper. Then a condom wrapper.

He lifts my legs and rests the head of his dick at the entrance to my pussy. Just a little pressure and I can already feel that his cock is as wide as the rest of him. Dimly, I realize that explains the amazing foreplay.

I get even more grateful for the foreplay as his cock stretches me wider than before. I’m just incoherently moaning. The endorphins haven’t worn off yet but I’ll be sore when they do. I want more before that happens.

He gradually picks up speed, until he reaches a steady pace. That steady pace drives me right to the edge and holds me there. I can’t tell if I ‘m begging but I’m thinking it. More, just a little more. He’s puffing, face full of determination, fighting to maintain that rhythm. He’s close to cumming as am I. Thudding deep into my body, his cock twitches in release. Another orgasm ripples through me as he hits my cervix , vainly trying to push his cum deep in me. I have barely caught my breath before the feel of his cock leaving its sheath makes me shudder, a mini orgasm at his exit.

Bleary eyed, I watch as he slides the condom off and drapes it across my belly. His footsteps fade away, and gravel crunches under wheels as the warmth of it quickly seeps into the night. All I am left with is that cool, wet sensation on my belly and the feel of a cunt gaping for the world to see, reminding me that I am still just a depraved slut.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tiqmi8/a_sluts_late_night_meet_up