It was a lot to process

The only reason I came to the lake that day was because you invited me. The thought of seeing you in a two piece outweighed knowing your stuck up rich friends would be there. I don’t even know whose idea it was to make a beer run, but it wasn’t mine, I couldn’t afford to buy cheap beer for all of us, and I didn’t even want to think about what the bougie shit they drink would have cost. That’s why I didn’t want to go, and there were already too many people in the car. But you asked, and lured me into the backseat with your mischievous smile. You stood up, but bent over at the waist, halfway into the front seat, so there would be just enough room for me to cram in next to two other people in the backseat. I was trying to figure out where you were going to sit, but the car started moving, and you flopped down right on my lap. I hadn’t put on my shirt, and you were just in your two piece. It was impossible for me not to touch your ebony skin. Everywhere I tried to set my hand there was some naked bit of midnight, smooth and silky from all the lotion you had on. Obsidian come to life. I finally settled them on your thighs, but they kept falling in between your legs every time you moved. There were half a dozen times I almost brushed that narrow strip of nylon that was keeping your pussy from touching my leg. And when I lifted my hands up, to keep myself from stealing third, you would lean forward, and cause me to brush the underside of your bouncing boobs. Why was that road so damn bumpy? You leaned against me, your back resting on my chest, you sort of arched your back in a way that caused your breast stand up, and simultaneously tilted your pelvis so that your full weight was sitting on my thigh, forcing my dick in between your butt cheeks. There was absolutely no way this erection was going unnoticed. I looked down, over your shoulder, and saw the darkest nipple I have ever seen in my life. I knew they were going to be dark, but I was still surprised. That bullshit mesh lining that they put in men’s swim shorts had already given up trying to hold back the swell. I kept trying to shift your weight, so that you wouldn’t be nearly literally riding my dick. But every time I moved you, you moved right back, slowly, it almost seemed deliberate.

It honestly took me that long to figure out you were doing this on purpose. You knew you were making me hard, and you were doing intentionally.

Now, to make sure we were on the same page, I let my hand brush long slow across your breast, I looked down your top again and watch your nipple get hard. You started gently, almost indiscernibly rocking back and forth on me. Then you added a circular motion with your hips, and I began to move with you. I pinched your nipple through your top.

You were getting wet. I could feel it soaking through your bottoms, through my shorts, I felt a little pool start to gather under the head of dick. We both looked down at the same time to see that my shorts had crept up enough reveal my shiny helmet. You nonchalantly placed your hand on top of it, hiding it from view. You were tracing the line that runs down the back of it with your finger, swirling precum all around.

That was the first moment anyone ever touched me in a sexual way. I don’t know if I ever told you that, but I always felt like you knew. That LFO song, Summer Girls, was playing on the radio, your friends were talking about how you all used to put Jolly Ranchers in your Zima’s, you followed along with conversation, talking at the appropriate times, laughing, all the while giving me my first my time.

Then you started using all five finger tips, surrounding the head of my penis, and stroking just the flange. Gliding your fingers up the to the tip, then sliding them back down to the rim, never going any lower than the head. I wanted to pull your bottoms to the side, I wanted your wet pussy to slide back and forth across my cock. But there were so many people in that car. I suddenly became aware of how tight we were crammed in the back. My entire right side was in contact with Leah’s entire left side. We were actually stuck together from sweat. No one was wearing more than a swimsuit, everywhere I looked there was skin, and eye contact, and you were rubbing my dick, it was a lot to process. That’s why I’m not surprised I came.

When I ejaculated, I pinched down on your nipple hard, my dick twitched and jerked, and kept pulsating for a few seconds after. You were startled, but you didn’t have a big reaction. You did, however, have a handful of cum. More than a handful actually, because it started to run over your cupped palm, it was oozing out between your fingers. You lifted your hand up and it dripped across your belly and chest. You brought your hand up to your mouth, and with a long, slightly loud, and very confident slurp, you swallowed a handful of my jizz, it reminded me of how you take a Jell-O shot. Some of it was still stuck to your hand as you pulled it away, and you had to bring it back for another suck and lick.

You don’t slurp down a handful of jizz in a car with five other girls and none of them notice. That’s why I’ve always wondered if this was planned. If they were in on it. No one said word.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ws8koi/it_was_a_lot_to_process