Jacqui and I had lived together for a year before she moved to Sydney for work but we kept in touch. A few years later Jacqui had a work commitment in Brisbane for a week so I offered her the spare room in the share house for the week. We hung out a little during the week but on Friday night we has some plans to dance a bit and hang out. We arranged to meet at the Rumpus room in West End. (This was before the Friday night markets existed.) Jacqui had an ankle length colourful hippy skirt on. It was so colourful it was hard not to notice her.
I wont bore you with the minutiae. We drank some beer, danced a little, and caught up with some mutual friends. There was a little light flirting going on between us. Eventually it was time to head home. But we went home via a house party on the river in West End.
The house was close to the road but you had to walk 20 meters down the hill to get to the river where the party was happening. Surprisingly it was good, it was winter so there was a fire and some guitar happening. Everyone was sitting on rugs around the fire. At the fire we were sitting next to each other with our legs touching. Every time one of us moved it would always be to increase the contact area or the intensity of the touch. It’s a little bit childish but we were in public with friends. Slowly people started to go to bed.
Eventually Jacqui and I were the only people left. The fire was still going and no one was around. Jacqui rolled onto her side facing the fire. I lay behind her and snuggled close to her to stay warm. We were talking softly and I one arm around her waist. Jac pushed her butt against my groin. I took this as a sign, my hand navigated her layers of clothes and found the skin near her stomach. I was slowly dragging my hand over her skin in a sensual way. From her ragged breath I could tell she was enjoying this. Slowly my hand made its way north and eventually teasing her nipples through her bra. It turns out that this was a tipping point.
Jac pulled my hand out of her shirt. I was thinking ‘oh well that was fun’. But she rolled me on my back and lay on top of me. No one was around but we both guiltily looked around. We made out like crazy! Jacqui was grinding hard while straddling me and I had my hands all over her.
I can exactly remember how it happened but Jacqui undid my pants and slipped me inside her. Her skirt obscured any nudity from casual on lookers… the rhythmic movement would have been unmistakable. Because of the fire mood lighting it felt very primal.
While it was fun fucking in front of a fire we decided that it would be best to continue the romp at my place. So we put out the fire and walked back to my place. Jac was around till Sunday and we did a lot of cardio exercise for the remainder of the weekend.
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