Can’t take you anywhere [MF] [public]

As always, all people in this story are over 18 years of age, and consenting. This particular work is a good memory from many years ago.

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The best thing about summer is the options we have to have fun outside. With about a dozen springs within driving distance from home, we chose a familiar one. No sense in gambling on the days enjoyment. It’s not even crowded this time of year, as all the locals who live there are beach bound. Like us they are looking for something different than what they have all year. So you and I get our sunscreen, strip down to our bathing suits, and wade into the cold water.

We had been friends for years, one of those kinds of friendships where we didn’t even know how it started, just that it happened sometime in high school. A few years out of that and we capitalized on being mutually single to start fooling around, becoming friends with benefits shortly after. Today was about the friends part, and we just tooled about in the water, warming up to it and chatting back and forth as we played near the head of the spring. Aside from a few minutes spent huddled up in the shade of the canopy overhead while we rested, we tried to stay moving to keep warm. Soon we were worn out and swam back to the river, following the current all the way back to the dock, climbing out into the sun and taking to the deck.

A distraction from the day. [MF]

I’m thinking about you laying you on your belly, trying to relax in this unseasonable heat. I’d come into the room to find you on the bed, topless and in a pair of jeans with you mumbling something at the sound of my footsteps as I sit beside you on the bed, a single cube of ice on my hand. I’d start at the small of your back, the cold bringing out a trail of goosebumps as I trace a path across your skin, in circles first before moving lower, to the hem of your pants and across the waistline. Down to your side and up towards your ribs, then back down, across, and up the other. Back to your spine and up to the shoulders, bringing the shiver up to your head bit by bit. The ice melting against your hot skin as I reach your neck, moving to the outside, behind the ear, before curving all the way back down and under your shoulder, almost along the side to your breast, then back up, to the other ear and back down, under the other shoulder before discarding the cube and watching your body shudder with the sensation.

A long night with my lover. [MF]

I will be jumping more or less right into it. Everyone involved is well over 18.

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I had seen a few exciting things while fooling around online, nothing overt or graphic, but the way my mind is wired I was left turning them over and over all day. The day ahead suddenly seemed to be very long and all I wanted to do was skip right to the bedroom and end the night early. But I had to wait, had to be good for a while, and had to wait out the clock. So when it finally came time to come to bed, I wasn’t exactly tired. I waited until she finished making the bed for us to sleep in and I threw myself down, pulling her on top of me. I reached up and grabbed her hair to pull her lips to mine.

With my free hand I took advantage of the sudden position to explore her body, enjoying her stunned reaction at the turn of the night’s events. I thought of when we started dating, when I wasn’t allowed to grab her butt or breasts, for modesty’ sake, and thought about how electric that made the night to never quite get what you want, and I wanted to pretend I was under the same restrictions to draw the evening out. I wanted to make her need me like I needed her at that moment.

Out of the club, in to the car. [MF MF Public group]

As always: Everybody is over 18, all parties are consenting, and this particular work is fiction. Comments are welcome. Enjoy.

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We decided when we started our tour across country that we were off limits to each other. To that end, we had been good. But after spending so much time in a car together, we had devolved into open and honest conversation, spent a lot of time talking about what we liked and didn’t like, and what worked and didn’t work. We hadn’t touched each other, but we were intimate. Several stops across the country had even resulted in one of us having a late night tryst in the car while the other stood watch. We were past the point of awkward, and past the point of shy. Several hotel stops had seen us both naked around the room, carrying on as if nothing was amiss.