One advantage of growing up in a town is getting to know all the good hiding spots. When your friend swipes a few of his uncle’s cigarettes, where do you go to try them? If Jenny says you can touch hers if she can touch yours you need a private place and when you need to dodge Mike the cop you need a safe place.
The town clock tower was very private and very safe, and pretty cool, too, at least to my friends and I. An iron gate served as a door and the sign attached to it said *Danger* in big red letters and *Keep Out* in smaller black ones. My friends and I had ignored the sign for years and, boys being boys, had actually spent hours searching for the danger. We concluded the signs were just there to frighten kids like us away. We weren’t kids anymore, but we remembered our hideout and the good times we had there.
I chuckled as I passed the clock tower on my way to meet Chloe at the Founder’s Day Festival on a warm summer morning. I had a few weeks before my summer class at the U and decided to visit my parents. She was home from college for the summer. We were strolling around looking at the displays and exhibits, browsing crafts and art booths. A morning of casual touches and brushes started to escalate and a hunger started to build in each of us. We decided to have a late lunch and headed to the clock tower.
After a quick stop at the bandstand to take a look around, I slipped an arm around her and led her off in the general direction of the tower. We made two stops to make sure we weren’t seen. In just a few minutes I had Chloe bent over a chair and was pounding my cock into her very wet pussy.
“Daddy’s got another present for you, Baby! Do you want it harder, Baby?” I pulled out of Chloe and stood her upright. “If you want Daddy to fuck you harder you have to come upstairs with me. I have something special planned for you, but it has to be upstairs.”
Chloe groaned but extended her hand to me. “Oh, yes, Daddy! Whatever you say. I want it as hard as you can give me Daddy. Take me upstairs and fuck me silly. Please, Daddy! Please fuck me silly.”
As I took Chloe’s hand and led her up the narrow staircase that ran along the curve of the wall I thanked myself for all the groundwork I did that morning. The first tentative brush of my fingers on her arm and the gentle pressure of my hand on her waist as I guided her through the exhibits laid the foundation for my thighs brushing her ass and my hands caressing her breasts under cover of the hanging artwork. The girl was ready. Fuck, the girl was more than ready, she was needy.
When we reached the top floor we could see the clock mechanism. Gears and levers and all kinds of mechanical things twisted and turned and swung. The ticking of the clock was very noticeable! The room was full of exotic sounds. Clicks and squeals and groans provided a melody for the high pitched whines of stretched cables and the percussive *Tick, Tock* of the escapement.
I pulled her clothes off and bent her over a metal table hung off the clock’s framework. Time was running short. I started rubbing my dick on her pussy and luckily she was very wet so I slid into her easily. Of course luck had nothing to do with it. The meticulous preparation was paying off. I started pounding her pussy in time to the ticking of the clock. I was really banging her and giving her hard slaps on the ass mixed in with hard squeezes of her tits. I kept time with the monotonous *tick*, push in, *tock*, pull out, of the clock, waiting for the right moment. I could see the minute hand creep along and knew the time was near. *Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock*. In, out. In, out. Then the levers creaked and the small hammers pulled back and began to land on the chimes. The rods reverberated and a melody filled the air. I stopped stroking and pushed hard into Chloe as all eight notes sounded to announce the hour. I reached under her arms and my forearms touched her shoulders as I brought my hands up to interlock my fingers behind her neck just in time for the final *TICK* before the last *TOCK* of the hour urged the clock to strike twelve.
I pulled back to time my strike with that of the hammer. My grip held Chloe firmly in place as I lifted her until her nipples lay lightly on the table. The bell hammer crashed down. The loud *BONG* was near ear shattering but I could hear Chloe scream over it as my hammer pounded her pussy, pressing her hips hard against the table. The vibrations were transmitted through the clock works and up through the table legs and right along to the table top which was pressed hard against her very swollen clit. Her nipples danced on the table’s surface.”
Everything went exactly as I had planned. I had her positioned so we were part of the clock’s mechanism and I timed my stokes so we were part of the clock’s operation. I wanted the explosive noises, the coarse vibrations, all the percussive booms and high pitched squeaks and scraping rattles to combine with our orgasms. We would be part of the orchestration, our screams and moans and groans would add to the timbre of the bell.
I could feel Chloe’s pussy start to convulse on the second strike. She moaned as her tension was relieved, but then just shook and quivered as the clock continued to strike and I continued to pound. Her orgasm began on two and extended through three to four and her convulsing pussy sucked my balls dry as I delivered a hot stream into her cunt on each of the subsequent eight strikes. Chloe’s orgasm just built as my hammer fell until she was reduced to a quivering mass, a heap of exhausted flesh.
Suddenly all was silent except for the low and steady *tick, tock* of the clock. I pulled Chloe up and wrapped my arms around her. I wasn’t sure she was totally conscious but I whispered in her ear anyway. “Now that, my dear, is what I call a good, solid fucking!” I chuckled and asked “Are you well fucked Baby? Did Daddy give you a good time?”
Chloe answered in a low, dreamy voice. “Oh yes Daddy!” she replied and then giggled. “You fucked me silly!”
I picked her up and sat her in a chair near the wall. I knelt in front of her so I could keep my arms around her. She rested her head on my shoulder and sighed.
“I know, Baby. I bet you never felt anything like that. Now that the memory has been made we don’t even need to do it again. Every time you hear a clock strike you will relive the memory!”
Chloe sighed and purred. I don’t think she heard me. She giggled and said “Yes, Daddy! You fucked me silly.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b30ut1/the_perfect_time_to_make_love_mf