Let’s just establish some fake names right now because I’ll forget if I don’t. (I’m using a fake city name, too, just for the sake of my storytelling)
Let’s call me Clark. I’m 6’2″, about 180lbs, and I’m quite good shape thanks to my gym membership. I have short brown hair, a beard that I am quite proud of, and glasses to aid my horribly blind eyes. I’m not the best looking guy in the world but my smile seems to captivate some women…
…Woman like Lisa. Lisa is really pretty, standing around 5’3″, weighing around 100lbs. She has long black hair, dark brown eyes, and a fantastic round ass. She tells me that she spends a lot of time doing squats in the gym, and I’m going to assume she’s telling the truth.
I knew Lisa when I was young and living in a city called Yorkton in Canada. When I say I was young I’m talking 8 years old, being best friends with her until I was 12, but due to the fact that I am in a military family I moved away and lost contact with her. It was sad but at the time but it didn’t really have a tough emotional impact on me.
Somehow I found myself moving once again at the age of 20, and I just so happened to be moving back to Yorkton. I had grown up considerably, obviously, and I was interested to see how I viewed my childhood home as an adult.
Yorkton was just as beautiful as I remembered it, and I settled in very quickly. Once I moved into my new apartment I decided to download Tinder, because who better to explore a beautiful city at night with than a beautiful date?
To make a long story about swiping left and right short, I soon encountered a familiar face. It was Lisa. She had grown into a beautiful woman, better than I could have ever imagined. After spending a moment checking out her photos and bio, I gave her a like and kept moving.
Several minutes later, however, I had received a message.
Lisa appeared to be excited to see my name, as she sent her initial message entirely in caps. We pushed through a few small talk scripts and I pushed the conversation towards evening plans. As luck would have it, she wasn’t doing anything, so I asked if she would like to get a coffee with me and help reintroduce me to Yorkton.
We met downtown by the waterfront. It was summer so she wore a pair of tight fitting shorts and a tank top. A cardigan was draped over her arms.
It was at this point that everything went in a direction that I had not imagined it going in.
Lisa told me how handsome she thought I was and how much she liked my beard. She said she liked men with beards.
My heart-rate quickened. Of course Tinder was known for hookups, but I didn’t think one was going to happen, especially not with a girl I was friends with as a child. I kept my cool and returned the sentiment, joking with her that I definitely picked the right woman to have my very first crush on.
Without wasting any time she grabbed my hand and began to pull, leading me towards an unknown destination.
She brought me to a bench that overlooked the dimly lit water. The ferry that brought passengers back and forth between Yorkton and a nearby island was loading up just in our line of sight.
That was the important detail, by the way. This bench was on the waterfront path, but it was situated away from literally everything else. It was completely secluded from Yorkton’s eyes, save for the loading ferry.
We sat on the bench and immediately she kissed me. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, not like ones I had shared with girlfriends in the past, but rather an excuse to unload all of her pent up desires. I kissed her back, bit her lip, grasped at her thigh with one free hand. It was all moving so fast, faster than I had ever moved before, but of course I didn’t want to stop.
“Clark,” She whispered, “Do you think they can see us?”
She was referring to the ferry passengers.
“Probably not,” I whispered back, “But if they depart they’ll definitely come close to us.”
“Wouldn’t that be a thrill?”
And then her hand was on my cock. I shook from excitement and did not resist as she unbuckled my belt and pulled me from my boxers.
Lisa smiled and took me into her mouth. I gasped as her tongue moved around my head and her fingertips tickled my balls. She slowly moved deeper, sucked harder, until she reached the base and I could hold it no longer. With a moan I came into her throat, and she swallowed every drop.
Rising up she chuckled, “I was hoping we’d get a fuck out of this, but this is okay, too.”
Without uttering a word I pulled her back towards me, kissing her once again. If she wanted a fuck then I was definitely going to make it happen, I just needed to stall long enough to get hard once again.
I slowly ran my fingers up the length of her thigh and brushed them against her mound at the end.
She shuddered, told me I could keep going. Now it was my turn to undo her belt. I pulled her shorts down, though only to her knees, and made her hold her legs in the air. There before me, hairy yet trimmed, was her beautiful damp pussy. Wasting no time I lowered my head and began to do my work.
I started with a few short licks, as if I were eating an ice cream cone, but soon began to run my tongue along every inch of her pussy. She gasped and got even wetter, so I pushed my pinky finger inside in response.
I licked and kissed and fingered and let five more minutes pass. I figured at that time it was time to put it my middle and ring fingers instead. After a total of twenty-five minutes I rose from below her, my beard damp with her juices, my cock erect.
“Well? I’m waiting.” She kept her legs in the air and beckoned me inside.
I started slowly at first, pushing barely half my length inside. My goal was to tease her a little, make her beg for it, but then I took a look at her. Lisa’s breathing was heavy, her skin wet with sweat, her lips quivered.
How could I possibly tease that?
Within seconds I began to pound, pulling almost my entire length to her entrance and then dropping it back in to the base. She giggled as I did this and urged me to continue.
As I rocked my hips back and forth I ran my hands up her torso to grab at her small breasts. I massaged her full nipples with my thumbs and even gave them a squeeze, an action that made her squeak in response.
Soon I had enough. I may have already came once that evening but her incredible body and soaking wet pussy was enough to destroy me. With a gasp I pulled myself from her and came a surprisingly large amount on her belly. She smiled at me all the while.
Just as I was about to pull up my pants I turned my head to the dimly lit waterfront and watched as the ferry floated past us. I made eye contact with a scowling man, which made me lose any of the hardness I had left in record time.
Lisa laughed, “Isn’t it nice to be back in Yorkton?”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5koipb/sex_on_the_waterfront_mf_somewhat_long