It Was a Long, Hot Weekend

You were one of the “Hot Girls” in that Catholic School. I was the new awkward kid in class. The established click you were a part of was not very welcoming. I was in that “new kid” situation. I had to hang back and observe the dynamics. The Teachers, Nuns, the Priests, the other staff, and of course the other students. From that first day, you always had my attention. Even at the young age we first met I knew you were going to be a man-eater. You had all the attention of all the dumb boys through Jr and High school. You grew more beautiful by the day. You knew it, too. Dark-skinned from your days at the Florida beaches in the tiniest bikinis. Dark wavy black hair with sun-bleached highlights. I got to know your body so well but only from a distance. From seeing you pass me at the beach I knew where all your tan lines were under your uniform. I know about most of your moles. I know you saw that I was looking over the years. I caught you looking my way a lot too. I would be sitting in the sand on my surfboard resting between sessions out in the water. I know I was pretty ripped and tanned. Definitely poorer, definitely blue-collar, definitely different than most of the preppy rich boys you hung out with. Maybe a bit too different to even let you come over and chat instead of the short “hi”s and waves in passing.

I feel it has been ages since I last saw you, hell, even thought about you. You are more beautiful than I ever could have imagined back then. You must have gone off to college because you look to be doing well. Maybe you have kids and a go get ‘em type of man. Maybe that is why you have the confidence of a woman now. I did my stint in the military and now am staying back at my parent’s home until I figure out my next chapter. I don’t even know if you knew that.

I noticed you in church that first Sunday. I was never interested in church but went with my parents so my mind wondered. I kept coming back to you. We were never really friends, just classmates for so long and when our eyes met you acknowledged me and with a comfortable smile and wave you made my heart race. Maybe you could read my pulse plain as day on my face but you never gave me a hint.
The pre-mass announcements mentioned the Fall bazaar needing volunteers and after mass there is a sign-up sheet in the Hall. After, as the crowd gathered in the big cafeteria for doughnuts and coffee I figured I might sign up for something fun since I got time. I saw they needed help for the haunted house. I have construction experience and know these old folks were going to need a strong back. I see your name for the haunted house there too. I smirk and think that will make having to work with all these old folks much more bearable.

The weekend to build the simple structure finally arrives. I bring my tools and am just here to work and steal a glance at you here and there. To my delight, we are the only younger folks here and we end up working more together than I expected. We chat but about nothing really. You don’t ask much about me and I really don’t ask many personal things of you either. It was hot humid Florida in September and I only wore my surf shorts as I built the simple 2×4 walls and sheathed them in plywood. You would hand me tools, hold this, grab that. You are definitely not shy of hard work. I am impressed by your physical strength, grit, and mental resolve to really work with me in the sticky heat. I kept looking at your toned ass in those short, tight, button fly shorts when you turned away from me. As you walked toward me I shifted my gaze to your thin light top as it was gradually soaking with sweat. I saw so much of your lace bra that day and your cleavage behind it. Damn it, how do you look even more gorgeous all disheveled! What are you doing to me!

Despite my aching, longing, and slight chubs growing periodically, I must have hidden my lust well enough and we got along as adults should in the group setting with all the old church crowd around us.

The next weekend was the opening of the bizarre. Our haunted house group met an hour before. The assignments of locations people had to be stationed inside the house were announced and you and I were told to be in the Dark Room. Serendipity.

With a dim bulb to light the inside, we saw the decoration team had painted the walls, ceiling, and floor flat black. Between the sections, before and after the Dark Room they had hung layers of thick black curtains the adventurers in the house had to weave through. That meant no light at all would come in. All you and I had to do was stand in a small nook along the hallway in that pitch black and reach out and touch the people coming by. In the light, it was no big deal. We both fit but it was only shoulder width. Only one of us could really be actively alarming the passersby.

Ok, Places everyone.

We get ready by cramming in our little nook. Being polite, I make sure I don’t touch you so I press against the back wall in the light of day. I would not want you to think I am a perve or something even though I am already intoxicated by your scent now only two inches from you. You and I are the closest we have ever been and now we are stuck here for hours in our little nook to just scare some people. Damn! What Luck! My mouth is about even with the top of your head. I think about how many times I have jerked off to you over the years and now I am inches from you. All I want to do is kiss that beautiful head. I don’t know what you are thinking but you give no indication that this is awkward for you.

Suddenly, shockingly, the lights go out and a soundtrack blares. The mix of haunted house music and screams fills our heads. The absolute darkness and the intensity of the soundtrack leave us awestruck. We attempt conversation but it is just screaming into each other’s ears. I have to lean in and press my chest against your back to get my mouth close to your ear. You turn and yell into mine. I can feel your hot breath on my neck. I am holding on to your shoulders to be gentlemanly and not press my body too tightly against yours. We make nervous remarks about being so close but that gets old quickly. We both accept we are going to have to touch each other after the first few customers bustle past. In the pitch-black, we laugh and agree this is going to be crazy. We can’t even see our hands in front of our faces even after twenty minutes.

In the pitch-black, your essence is making me dizzy with lust. I am getting buzzed taking in the scents of your perfume, your shampoo, your deodorant, and the pheromones in your sweat. I can smell the difference between your armpits, your head, your neck, and I am guessing, lower. I am literally vibrating. My dick does not cooperate with me to stay down. Precum is flowing now. This is going to be a long day.

It certainly is a riot being the ones to scare the crap out of these guys. We laugh and swap places in rotation so I can have some fun too. In this accidental sensory deprivation chamber, we learned real quick we had to keep a hand on one another. While one was in front the one in back needed to keep in contact just so we would not swing an errant elbow or smack heads.

With the heat of the day building in this rickety structure, it quickly makes us sweat. I smell more of you. I am drunk with you. I wonder if you can smell me. I am sweating so much and my dick is screaming hard, leaking into my shorts and I wonder if you can sense that. I am so hot and tired of yelling so I grab you firmly at the hips. I feel you tense at my sudden forceful grasp. I only move you out of the nook to let me take off my sopping wet shirt. I am just wearing my surf shorts, boxers, and flip-flops. Now, with all the innocent touching to know where we each are, you can feel my bare body. I don’t know what you are thinking because speaking is so much work so we communicate with our touch. I can feel you lingering, rubbing a bit more over my torso as you put out your other hand to scare the next crowd scurrying past.

In the lulls between guests, we choose to be in the nook, ready. I have been placing my hands on your body for what feels like an hour to keep our contact. So much so that we are both very comfortable with it. The air temperature has continued to climb to a brutal level and we are both feeling it. My hands feel like hot coals on your skin so I hold loosely and change positions often. I track them up your sides, to your shoulders, and back down to your hips. When we switch positions, you do the same. I take to blowing on your back and neck to help cool you. You lift your long hair up so I can cool you off. You turn to face me and I blow down the front of your neck and chest, my lips inches from your hot skin.

In all the activity in the dark, we have grazed hands over most of our bodies. Not being able to even sense where you are when we lose contact, I have grabbed a breast or your butt accidentally here and there to nothing but giggles from you. I am so glad you’re a good sport about it. I have had a hard-on for way too long now. I know you have backed into it more than a few times. Did you feel it? Did you graze your hand down there on purpose? I think you did.

During another slow time, we relax. You are tired of standing upright and lean back on me. I lean against the wall. You press your whole body against me now. I am emboldened and bring my hands to your belly holding you tighter. There is no doubt that you feel my cock. I feel you get more comfortable against me. I slide my hand under your shirt so I am touching your hot, slick skin. I run my hand just under your bra but not touching it yet. We can hear a crowd coming through the other parts of the house. The group is in our dark room now and you just let them pass.

I know that you are in this moment and I push my dick harder against your perfect ass. That Ass! I have wanted this for so long but I really never thought it could be a reality. I made another sweep up your shirt and now there is no mistaking my intention. I move up slowly to your bra. Now, over your bra and breaking that taboo. You grab my hand. I can feel your breathing quicken. I tense, thinking you are going to stop me. You don’t. You keep your hand on mine and squeeze. Laying your head back more I reach up with my other hand and feel both. I am massaging your perfect C cup breasts and relishing the moment. My now throbbing dick is standing straight up against my belly. Through our thin clothes, you press my solid rock of a cock harder into the crack of your ass as you timidly move your hips as if you are still not sure you should be doing this but are anyway. My dick just starts pumping. There was no stopping it. Rivers of pent-up lust shooting into my own pants. You had to be feeling that, too.

Oh my god, it is so hot in here. I think my head is going to burst. We know this is going pretty far and you come to some conclusion that we need to stop. What! Why? I can’t ask questions at the moment because of the deafening soundtrack but we catch our breaths. Will that be the end? You didn’t leave the nook, you just created a bit of space between us and didn’t run off screaming. I think that’s a good sign. More groups slide past and you do your best to entertain them. You are back to having fun as you keep your hand in contact with me. You are still allowing me to place my hands about anywhere I want. I just keep pressing my luck with you. Gliding my hands all over you, massaging your breasts, lovingly squeezing your ass, and getting in as close to your asshole as I can and you allow most of it. For some reason, you keep my hand away from your pussy. I also continue to blow cool air softly on your neck and down your back. We have not said a word to each other about what just happened maybe because of the stifling heat, maybe the din of the screaming soundtrack, or maybe because if we do it would break a spell.

You indicate that we are switching. You maneuver behind me and squat down to catch your breath. The heat is making your head swim too. I give you space but stay holding hands to stay in contact. A new group is coming so I release your hand and turn to pester them. You find my thighs to touch from the back. As I turn back around after growling at the passing group, your hands let me rotate to face you. As I turn, your hand feels my cock through my shorts. I feel the surprise in your hand as you momentarily think to pull away but then, feeling bolder, you just grab on. With this new touch, I am growing hard again. It is hanging down the pant leg of the surf shorts and you are pressing him into my leg as the thin fabric allows an almost full grip in your hand. Second by second my dick is hardening and growing as you stroke. Fully raging now, my cock is lifting the leg of the shorts so that you can reach up the leg and take him fully in your hand. Your hands are so hot and there is so much sweat that your stroking is well lubricated. I lift the pant leg higher off of him. He is fully hard and inches from your mouth. Another few strokes from you and I am getting into your stroking rhythm. Moving my hips to the speed of your hand. Oh, what is this new sensation, your mouth? Oh, it is. You are going to make me come again. I hear a new group coming into the Dark Room. I assume you must, but you don’t stop. I scream and groan at the folks passing but it was mostly to release my own bottled-up excitement. It is so electrifying to know I am getting my dick sucked within inches of people passing by. After they pass, I give my attention back to you and your mouth. I reach down and feel your head moving up and down my cock. You are moving your tongue in ways I can’t even tell, I just know it’s feeling so good. You are stroking my shaft as you suck him to the base and use your hand to follow your lips all the way back to the tip. You slide your lips down one side of my shaft and back up the other to the tip. You energetically suck my swollen head back into your mouth and dive down to the base, taking my cock deep into your throat. I can’t take it anymore and I lightly tap your head to let you know I am close. This does nothing to slow your rhythm. I explode another knee-weakening load deep into your throat. You are moving your tongue with each pulsation of my spasming hard cock to milk every last drop out of my balls. With my dick still in your mouth, you caress my balls as we feel him get softer in the soft warmth.

Suddenly the music stops and the dim bulb in the room turns on. This is just as shocking as when it started. I quickly pull away and shove my pant leg down. We can barely see in the new brightness but you stand in front of me and give me a kiss. You roll your tongue around in my mouth as if to prove there was not a drop of my cum wasted to the floor. I was still wondering why the world came crashing back when the director of our group did a walk through our area. He said he was looking for a lost kid. I have no idea what he thought of us but I know we looked a mess. Me standing shirtless, a dumb afterglow grin on my face, cum in my shorts from the first time but not noticeable as soaked in sweat as I was. Your hair was matted and hanging long but you still looked amazing. You even have a glow in your eyes that I know is because now you are chatting with this old man, when not 1 minute before you were swallowing ropes of my cum down your throat.

With this well-timed break, we head out into the world. You go one way without even a look back and I go find the Dunk Tank. I offer myself up in the seat for someone to hit a bullseye and dunk me. After the first failed try from a little guy I reach over and spring the release and down I go. The water is invigorating, cooling me back into the real world. I flail around to make a show for the little guy but really I am just trying to get the hours of precum and cum out of my shorts. Rising up out of the water seeing families and people that have known me since I was in diapers just waving and saying “Hi” while I am trying to make sense of the morning is surreal. I get out of the tank and Sister Margaret is getting up there next to raise money in her full habit. Hope she swallows some of that water. I laugh to myself.

After a snack and much-needed water, we are summoned back to the House. You barely look in my direction out here in the real world. I wonder why but I don’t do anything either that would give away our secret. We don’t talk while we are getting into positions. Just like the first time the lights go out and the soundtrack blares. It takes us a bit to reacquaint ourselves to the dark, the mind-numbing loudness, the heat, and our touch.

With just an hour or so left in our shift, the mood from you is a bit cool. We have to touch but you stop my hands from roaming. I push a little but I understand. You must have had a moment of clarity to think about what all has happened. We continue to play with the guests and enjoy their screams and gasps as unexpected hands grab at them or slightly graze some part of their body.

It only takes about 15 minutes for you to start bumping your ass against me. A slight brush here, a bump there only serves to make my cock wake up. Emboldened by this I grab your hips tight and pull you into my thickening member. You wiggle just right to press him into the crack of your ass again. You’re stroking him again with your ass making me grow to full length. Then you reach around to get a more serious hold of it with your hand. I let you play for a while by just leaning back against the back wall of our nook and enjoying your erotic massage. As that position loses its charm I come back to you. Press my body against yours. I reach around the waistband of your shorts and make my way to the front. I slide down the outside of your shorts to slide my fingers deep down between your legs. I can feel the heat, the moisture, the release within you as you part your legs enough for my hand. You grind harder against my cock and I let you masturbate yourself on my hand. Stroking my cock again between your cheeks and my hand getting you off, you pull my free hand from your hip to your right breast. I push under your bra and stroke your hard nipples lightly. I finally feel your release. You weaken in my arms as you surrender to wave after wave of convulsive orgasm. I hold you upright until my arms shake.

Slowly, your awareness comes back to the room, still leaning on me. Feeling my hardon pressed against you I feel you continue to wiggle your ass slowly. That keeps me in the game and I reach back down to the front of your shorts and try to slide my fingers under the waistband. That does not work well, these shorts are so tight. I begin to unbutton the fly. One button pops, two buttons, three buttons open. Both of us breathing hard again, I am now pushing my hand down to your hottest core. I can feel even more heat radiating out. My fingers reach your mound of trimmed pubic hair. Pushing further, my fingers rub your clit through the silky material, and further still, down the middle of your juicy pussy. I press through your panties and I feel you weaken. You grab my hand as if to say no but you don’t stop me. I pull my hand up to the waist of your panties and under to slide down again to your mound, over your clit, down through your slick slit. With my left arm holding you upright by hugging you under your arm and holding tight to your right breast, my fingers slide so I stroke your lips apart. I slide my middle fingers in circles around your opening feeling you get wetter, hotter, weaker. I curl my fingers up and in your tight soaked pussy as deep as they can go. You reach out to brace your arm against the wall of the nook and weaken into me. Long lost to time and place you come in my hand again, again collapsing against me and pushing me to the back wall.

I keep my hand on your pussy and my fingers in you but wait for you to recover. I press against the back wall and squat down a bit more to let you almost sit in my lap. Pre cum soaking through my shorts and my dick raging for release I remove my hand and feel you relax more. I think groups have passed by during all this but really don’t know. I feel you stand. I think you may be getting up to dress and act composed but you sit back against me. I can feel that you have pulled your shorts down exposing your bare ass to me as you sit on my thighs. With a reach around you undo the tie strings of my shorts, rip the velcro and get my dick out as quickly as possible. I maneuver up enough to allow you to line up with my straining cock. I feel you find the right spot and you just collapse onto my full shaft. Enjoying that first thrust you stay there feeling the throbs of my heartbeat pulsing through my hard-on. You slowly rise and feel every inch, every pulsing vein moving in you. You slide down again and I feel the walls of your already tight little pussy tighten and quiver. You feel me shudder and tighten. Three slow strokes now and we are cumming. Being aroused for so long we cum quickly. Pushing as much shaft into your pussy as possible you’re convulsing and my dick explodes. We are cumming together in the dark, in virtual silence, not caring about the groups of people traipsing by.
We practically collapse to the floor but I let you sit on my upright knees after you have raised your shorts. I know my cum is soaking through them. I wonder who you’re going home to.

Our bodies are spent and the shift is over. Still in the noise and pitch dark you get composed and give me a tight embrace and we kiss the hottest kiss I have ever enjoyed. Damit, you are getting me hard again but you break away and head out the curtains. I have to wait a few minutes so I don’t go out there and scare the nuns. I head out into the real world, dick dripping and still aching for you, and you are gone. Disappointed, I shrug, head over to the only respite out here, the dunk tank. I take a turn and drop in again thinking about that cunt of a nun having a miracle baby from all my cum in that water. I laugh again.

Cool, refreshed, and spent I head home. I realize on the way I still have two more shifts with you. It’s going to be a long weekend.

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