It Was a Long, Hot Weekend [M/F]

Chapter II

As I got ready the following morning, the anticipation of another hot day with you was causing butterflies, excitement, and sexual fantasies. My overactive brain was spinning up questions for you. Did you get home to whoever may be there? Did you feel guilty and come clean? Would you even be there today? What in the hell happened yesterday? Fantasies and questions swirl in my head over my bowl of cereal. I threw on a different pair of board shorts. I did choose a looser pair because, eh, you never know. I grabbed an old t-shirt, flip-flops, and my keys and headed out.

Pulling into the parking area, I convinced myself there was no way you would show. Why would you not even look at me in the light of day? You must be embarrassed by your behavior. Are you thinking of your current man if you have one, or are you humiliated at having allowed yourself to fuck a guy your friends would turn their nose up at? Keep up those appearances, rich girl. I get pretty annoyed with you because of my fake conversations and hope you don’t show.

I fight to keep you out of my thoughts as I join our group of volunteers. I set to work cleaning up the decorations that got abused by the guests yesterday. I rehang this, screw in that, and do whatever needs to be done while totally looking for you. I notice some scraps of wood I left and get the bright idea to nail a 2×6 to the back of the nook to give me a place to sit during the lulls. I am going to fuck you on that if you show.

It’s just a few moments to opening time, and you are still not here. Oh well, I will live forever remembering yesterday. I get ready in the nook and resign myself to being alone. Then you rush through the curtain in a fluster. I see you, and my heart jumps, my dick jumps, my lungs stop working, and my mouth drops to the floor. Just staring, I can’t say a word. All you say is “Move.”

Dumbstruck, I move further back into our nook. My ragged breath stops me from speaking. What would I say anyway? “Hi,” “How was your night?” “Were you still thinking of me when you got home?” It is all a blur in my head. Blah, blah, blah, none of it matters anyway.

I know none of what I want to say matters because you showed up. You not only showed up, but you looked spectacular. I don’t know what you have planned for the day, but you are dressed for a long hot day. Your hair is tied up in a ponytail with no makeup showing your natural beauty. You thought to wear a thin tee-shirt over a bikini and a matching little skirt-thing to hide the bottoms. I’ll bet you have a ton of costly beachwear like this. In one quick motion, you pull off your tee-shirt. I think you picked your skimpiest bikini. The tie strings of your top are pulled tight, holding up your flawless tanned breasts behind barely enough triangles of fabric. The sarong is canted just right to allow the hip strings of your bottoms to show, exposing the naked right hip behind it. Did you just throw this together and rush out? Were you late because you were dropping kids off somewhere? Did you have to wait until a man left so you could try on a dozen outfits to find the one to please me? My mind is racing! The butterflies return in swarms.

I am trying to take it all in. Then, you are gone to the disorienting blackness and blaring soundtrack within seconds. Like yesterday, I keep my hands off you. It has to be your decision to continue. I am absolutely sure you saw my surprise that you even showed up, that the outfit you wore left me wide-eyed, slack-jawed, and dazed. How the fuck am I not going to take you right here, right now. I replay your arrival again and again and think I saw the same surprise. Maybe you had the same thoughts about me not showing. Perhaps the look was more of the same excitement that I had. Whatever I think I saw will forever be lost to the blackness.

No thrill-seekers are winding through the haunted maze yet. Five, maybe ten minutes, have passed, and I am just sitting on the short seat dreaming of touching you. Sitting stupid, like a deer in the hunter’s scope, and just as scared.
What are you thinking?

You never struck me as shy. All those years of attention-seeking wearing those revealing skirts, I know you were relishing in the gawking of boys and putting yourself in the center of attention. On the other hand, I was the kid in the room hanging back. I observed everything and everyone. I was raised to be respectful and couldn’t bring myself to just pounce on any girl that caught my eye. I was the youngest of a house full of sisters, and with no father around, I heard all the stories of the stupid boys trying to get in their pants. I knew some guys would say anything to just fuck a girl once. Lie, lie, and lie some more. I saw the pain they caused my sisters. That was never cool to me.

And just like yesterday, we can hear the jumps, screams, and feel vibrations in the floor of a crowd start to jostle through the house. You shift around to get ready. We sense they are coming through the curtains, and I stand and reach out to touch you automatically. Finally touching your hot, nude back to let you know I am still here, I feel you reach into the black. I can feel you scaring the oncoming crowd to hoots, hollers, and screams. After, you turn and finally grasp for me too. I am electrified. Your simple touch sent waves of heat through me. Just as quick, you release and turn from me. I drop my hand too. I think to myself, “If you don’t want to touch me, I won’t bother you either.”

Stuffed into the back of the nook, I am berating myself for not seizing you, sweeping you up into my arms, and exposing my full passion to you. The pit in my gut is telling me I am a fool for showing up today. My logical head tells me you would not have turned up if you didn’t want more. My passion is screaming to just take you, here and now.

Passion wins. I move to you, pulled in by lust. Drawn to you by your beauty. Pulled to you, in this expansive and oppressive black hole, by an invisible force like gravity. I am free-falling toward you. I couldn’t stop if I tried. My hot hands grab your waist. I push into you with my chest and lean down to your ear, not knowing what I will say. Only one phrase comes to my fuzzy brain. I strain it out low but loud enough for you to know exactly what I say. “I need you.”

I feel you tense, exhale sharply, melt, and your body blaze all at once. You turn your head to meet my lips with yours. I’m glad I left you time to think about it. That waiting built our passions to burst. We fall to the back wall as you turn into my arms, and we kiss for our third time. I am lost in it all. Your scent, your heat, your tongue in my mouth, mine in yours, your hot naked back in my calloused hands, your barely covered breasts pressing into my body are all swirling and blurring my mind. I am not even thinking. I am worshiping you. If I stay here forever, it would be my heaven.

We stay locked here in our own eternal black mist. Our hands are in a frenzy, and we try to touch everywhere at once. You pull my shirt off so you can feel your skin on mine. You grind my twitching cock between us. We sink in deeper. I plunk down to sit on the shelf of lumber. You straddle my legs, and I feel your heat on my skin like a flame as you grate and grind.

And just like that, you stand. I try to get up, but you push to keep me down. You let me know to cool it. I felt you want to give in, let go and attack. The blood now leaving my eager dick starts clearing my head, and I believe I understand. Annoying as you are, it is early in the day, and we have a real job to do. We can’t fuck all day. “Wanna bet?” I think. “I can, sure as fuck, try!”

Somewhat let down, I realize you were just as eager for me, which is consolation. I just can’t be in that nook with you without craving you like a drug, attacking you like a beast, and devouring you like as wholly as the blackness we are in. I move around you and feel my way to the exit. I need air and water. I hope you wonder if I am coming back. I hope you yearn for me as much as I have wanted every bit of you for years.

Making my way out of the haunted house, I head to a vendor that has water and snacks. I make a plan to hang out for twenty minutes to let you stew. I can’t think with you in my head. I talk to the vendor but have no idea what I am saying.

I decide to head back after your fake punishment time is over. I grope my way through the curtains and feel along the wall to our nook. I reach out my hands softly, and I connect with something. You jump a bit, not expecting a person, and I find your hand and let you know it is me by leading your hand to my other arm cradling the water bottles and bag of Kettle Corn. I lean in to yell, “Waters!” but I think you thought I was coming in to kiss you, but I pulled away. I let you linger with that thought. Once you realize what I am making you grab, I release your arm, and you take two waters, and I push past you to drop mine into the corner.

I feel you reach for me, pull me to your head so you can scream in my ear a “thank you.” With a peck on the cheek and a lingering hand on my neck, you let it fall across my shoulder, down my chest, and dragging your fingers nails down my abs, making me shudder. I can almost feel your apology for stopping our first greeting. I hoped you would miss me, and with that last touch, I know you did.

Over an hour into our shift, I had only kissed you once, and even though I did not plan anything specific, all I want is everything. We continue to play and tease the explorers that trundle through this blackness, taking our turns. We are still touching to stay in contact but not groping, pawing, clawing, fucking, licking, sucking like I know we both want. You are the only thing keeping my head in the job. Kind of. You are back at teasing me with a bump here and a graze there.

That’s fine; I can play at not attacking you fiercely like I want to, for now. I love this act we play. I can grab you anywhere and feel you respond. I feel it when running my hand along your back or pressing into you as we swap places. Skimming my constantly swollen hot cock against your almost bare ass as we switch places makes you slow down and push back to me.

The morning crowd died down, and we were left to our thoughts in this hotbox. It was getting hotter as the sun rose to noon. You are all that fills my useable senses. I know your scent now. That is your perfumed neck, your armpits, your sweat dripping down your back, your wet pussy. I feel your warm skin only inches from me. All this is filling my head, keeping me on edge.

You yelled you need a break and left me in the dark. Alone in this black is a different experience, and my eyes are playing tricks on me. I literally see you as clear as day naked in front of me. Sauntering up to me. Dropping to our knees. I know it is just a trick of my mind but I feel your presence.

You returned after a while with more cold water and a snack for us.
I let you take the bench and enjoy the water and popcorn as I lean in the opening facing away from you. I feel movement behind me. A hot hand touches my sweating back, traces around my sides to my abs, making you press closer behind me. With your other hand, you bring a water bottle up to my neck and pour a cold stream down the back of my neck. The water is icy and relieves the heat building between us.

The chilling sensation is shocking but welcome. Your touch is more desired. As your hand slides around my torso, I feel you tracing the shape of my abs, moving from bump to bump. Your hand explores the muscle line under the pec, up over to the sternum, and over to hold the whole muscle mass in your hand. I feel you pinch my nipple between your fingers as you slowly let the water pour down over my shoulder and down my chest. You massage the cooling water down my stomach in circles getting lower and lower. You are below my navel, and your hand is tracing that line of hair that dips into the top of my shorts. Slipping your fingers under the waistband and into my curly rough pubes. Reaching further, you rub the clean, cool water over the top of the shaft and slide up and down like stroking your favorite pet.

It is my turn to relax into you. You loosen the tie string on my shorts to give you more access. With more freedom for you, your fingers curl around and give him your full attention. He is responding to your slow stroking. Your caressing, gliding, and squeezing feel more like exploring the shape and feel of my cock in your hand. Resting your head on my back, you are in your own world. Maybe you have never had the opportunity to just explore a dick. Time is stretched and compressed in this blackness, so I don’t know how long I allow you to play. This exploration is calm and slow. You are entranced and spend time feeling how your fingers cause the head of my dick to expand as you stroke up and over it. You give leisurely, tight squeezes that cause him to pulse and jump and fill with more blood when you relax your grip.
I need more of you and turn to face you. I pull you to me. I bring my hands to your neck, wrap my fingers around your head, and pull your lips to mine. We kiss nice and slow. We linger to explore the flavors, the wetness inside, the slight roughness of tounges, and the heat of our mingling breath. We are lost again to the black, our other senses on high alert, enhancing the moments instead of limiting them.
I break the union of our lips and trace my lips to your nape. The pheromones radiating from your hot neck pull me deeper into my reverie. I open my lips to suck and taste the wetness on your skin. Needing more, I move my lips down your bare chest. My massaging hands slip and slide up and down your back.

Finally, my mouth is on the soft mounds of your breasts. You lean back and lift your head to give me access to explore on my own. Languidly, I take my time getting to know every bump, every tantalizing smooth curve, every rise and fall of your breathing. Your sweet saltiness in my mouth and the heat radiating off your skin uplift me to drive me further into my paradise. I push aside the tiny triangle of fabric to reach my goal. My lips finally take your nipple into my mouth. I feel your breath sharpen. Swirling, licking, nibbling, and biting softly on your right nipple, I uncover the other and massage, pinch, and rub my finger across the left one.

My constant pressure on you drives you against the back wall, and you slink down on the small bench. I have to lean too far to stay where I want, so I drop to my knees as you spread your legs to allow me between them. I am now at your belly and enjoy all that it offers. Tracing my mouth over your slim body, I can feel the strength of your abdomen. I find each muscle of your torso and on down to your navel and play here for a minute. I can feel your heat, smell your musk, and almost taste where I am ultimately aiming my desire. You let me know where I am heading is wanted by spreading your legs further.

I move down to the top of your tiny bikini and linger. I move my hands to your knees and press them to the sidewalls. I slide my hand up the inside of your thighs. I bring my lips to your clit over your wet bikini. My lips part, and I press my tongue flat into it. This brings a tightness to your body that ripples through you. You grab my head and pull me tighter. I suck, lick and press in hard with my tongue. My only goal is to drink as much of you into me. I need to feed on your sweet nectar, to eat you as if you are my last meal. I use my tongue to slide up the side of your bottoms and curl it under, finally tasting your raw juices. I pull the stretchy fabric aside and dive in. I want you to come in my mouth. I want to feel your pleasure. I want you to know I never want to leave this spot.

I am building my rhythm to the rise and fall of your passionate breaths. My mouth is enveloping your slit. I am sucking and pressing my tongue as deep as possible into your spreading hole. I trace circles around the tight muscles of your opening, swallowing as much of your nectar as you will give me. As I slither my tongue back to your clit, I raise two fingers to massage just the outside of your soaking, slick cunt. When I feel you are ready, I slide my fingers up and in with soft, curled fingers. I drag them out against your soft spongy g spot. I drive in with more pressure, and you push against my hand and mouth with more urgency. I tease you with my slow strokes in and out. I feel the tension building within. I feel you grinding harder, needing to increase the speed. I press my fingers up and in with more speed and pressure for your begging pussy. I move my tongue with more urgency to match my thrusting fingers. You are absolutely gushing. It finally happens. Your orgasm is mine. My hand is saturated, my mouth is drinking, and my fingers are squeezed by the crescendo of contractions erupting from you. I can hear you screaming and moaning over the din. Your body shakes and shudders.

I slow my strokes and lighten the pressure of my mouth on you as your body’s tensions ebb. I let you recover your breath. I stand and lean in to kiss you, my lips and face covered in your juices. You accept my mouth as eagerly as I just ate your pussy. You lick and suck my lips and tongue tasting yourself as we coat our faces with your sweet extracts. I stand, let my shorts fall and release my ready cock. I pull you up by your armpits, and with all my pent-up lust, I lift you off your feet. You wrap your legs around my waist, knowing I will be fucking the hell out of you.

We both work to get your bikini bottoms aside, me lined up, and I feel you want to drop down. I am holding on to your ass cheeks, so I control the motion. I press my head lightly against your opening and release the pressure. I keep teasing like this as I savor gradually pushing my head in and popping back out past the squeezing muscles of your hot slippery pussy. I can’t wait any longer. I drive in one last time and slide you down to the base. Thoroughly inside you, filling you deeply, I pick up the pace.

Your legs barely grip my sweat-slick waist, forcing you to be under my control. I am going to use you to my pleasure now. I have to make this last on my terms. I want to remember every stroke, every inch inside of your body. I feel your arms around my neck, squeezing and holding on, enjoying the sensations of me picking up my pace. I pick you up, totally pulling out but leaving my head pressing into your cunt and then sending you sliding back down.

You are grinding your hips against my pelvis with each trust in. I feel every ripple, every flex of your pussy, and every rock and roll of your hips. I feel the slickness of sweat and your pussy juices running down my balls. I want to cum in you like this, and then I realize I want to cum in you in every way possible. I want to cum in you in missionary. I want to cum in you Doggy, Prone, Spooning, and Cow Girl. I want to cum in your mouth, on your face, on your tits, on your ass, and deep within it. I want all of you all at once.

I lift you off of me and turn you around. You present your ass up to me. I unceremoniously yank your bikini down to your knees, and it falls to the ground. No playing this time, we line up just right, and I push in. I grind and will as much of me inside you. Nothing is stopping me now, and I just fuck you hard. You match my rhythm as we are thoroughly in the grips of the moment. I can feel your urgency building. Slamming into me, your hand is rubbing your pussy, separating your fingers and feeling me between them, sliding in and out, and playing with your clit. I feel my balls tighten, and the sensations build, so I hold back that first wave of orgasm as it makes my dick swell even more. This extra pressure brings you to your release. You push hard against my pubic bone, and with my grip on your hips, I’m not letting you back off even a little. The head of my cock feels like a balloon about to pop and is pressing against your cervix. I let it go.

My cum shoots into you with such force that I know it would blow past your head to the wall if I were to pull out. Then a second explosion fills you, and a third pulse pumps another thick hot load deep within. Pump after pump, thrust after thrust, I keep filling your spasming pussy. My body is flexing every muscle causing me to quiver. I feel your pussy and body continuously bending, shuddering, quaking, and pulsating.

Fuck! The thought occurs that this will be the best fuck I will never talk about. What the fuck just happened? What time is it? I undeniably lost my mind with that.

I keep my grip on you. If I had my way, I would never let go. We allow this afterglow to settle down as we enjoy the sensations we may not usually have given the focus they deserve. Here in our black abyss, it is all we can focus on. The heat, the scents, and the sticky wetness leaking between us down our legs. I feel your pussy still buzzing, and deep inside my cock, there is also a vibrant tingle. The muscles in my lower abs feel like a million situps were forced upon them.

The way our bodies are relaxing into each other, we are no longer familiar strangers. I now know you the way I have only ever wanted to know you, from deep inside you. I know every inch of your body, but I never saw it. I know every soft fold of your pussy but never set eyes on the glory of your hole. I know the feel of your nipples on my lips, the taste of your skin. I know your body’s sweaty, slippery feeling after being thoroughly fucked.

I can’t let this end. On impulse, I drop to my knees. I have never had the urge before, but I want to show you my dirtiest side. I dive back into that fucked pussy and take what is offered to me. I lick, suck and fill my mouth with our cum. If my cum was good enough for you to swallow yesterday, I clean you up to reciprocate, enjoying every drop. I lick all over from the top of your ass crack to your clit. I swallow everything. I drag across, around, and stick my tongue into your asshole. I love feeling you react to my, umm, polishing up!

Once I am sated, and your pussy is as clean as possible, I grab the water to rinse you off. I poured the water down the crack of your ass. I traced my thumb around your sphincter with pressure, just to tease, as I rubbed my hands between your legs and down them. I find your bikini on the floor, rinse it with the water and let you step into them. I kiss and suck up your thighs to your pussy again. I taste and feel the new slickness within. I linger and take it slow. I raise your bottoms to cover you back up as much as I hate to.

Maybe you have the same thoughts. You raise up to kiss me and taste all I had in my mouth. We smash together in the ecstasy of our flavors. God Damn! That turns me on. I can’t believe I just swallowed my cum, but I would do that every time with you.
You separate from my lips and slowly lick and kiss down my torso. On your knees now, you take my flaccid, dripping cock into your mouth to return the favor. Oh shit, that feels so good. You clean me up from my balls to my belly. You pour the water down and rub it around. Massaging and caressing my shaft, balls, and down my legs, you pull my shorts up and let me tie them back up.

We kiss to enjoy each other’s flavors again as we return to the reality of the Haunted House. The cacophony of noise and the realization that we were still in pitch black returned to me like a switch had been thrown.

Today I know your pattern and say my goodbye to leave first.

I head to my car, still dazed and drunk on you. I can still taste you in my mouth. I still have your scents filling my nose. I realize I am shirtless again on the way home, and I still have tomorrow with you. It’s shaping up to be a long hot weekend.

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