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Raising my eyebrows, I scan the area for other people. No other cars in the parking lot. No one on the trail.
“Don’t worry about it. I picked a secluded place on purpose.” Waving a hand towards my lap, she says, “You’ve got to be burning up. Takes yours off, too, and we can talk about the building.”
“You want me to take my pants off so we cantalk?”
“I want you to take your pants off, so you don’t overheat,” she laughs.
But I’m not thinking about taking off my own clothes. My eyes are locked on her, leaning back on the blanket, unbuttoning her jeans, working them off her hips and shimmying them down her legs, revealing smooth thighs and curved calves.
“Ahh,” Allie sighs, “that is so much better.” She sets the jeans aside, leaving herself sitting on the blanket, wearing pink and orange striped panties that probably have a matching bra under her pink cropped t-shirt. She pulls her hair back into a messy bun, pats around it with her hands, decides she doesn’t like it, takes it down and ties it up again.
She goes about unpacking her backpack, like this is a normal occurrence. This fiery woman—who can’t be bothered to wear pants—has me mesmerized with every swivel of her hips and shake of her hands.
“Lucas,” she waves her hand in front of my eyes, “did you hear me?”
“You look like that, and you expect me to hear you?”
“Yes, I do. Get it together,” she waves her hand towards my lap again, “and take off your pants.”
“So we can talk. Right. Got it.” Removing my pants reveals the evidence of her effect on me, hard and trying to escape my boxers. I’m pleased to see her staring, too.
“We’re never going to have this conversation, are we?” she asks, inching closer to me on the blanket.
“It’ll go better if we’re not distracted. Maybe you’ll be able to focus after an orgasm or two,” I say, pulling her close to me and slotting my lips against hers.
She straddles me, swinging her legs around my hips and setting her striped panty clad ass in my lap, without breaking our kiss. She’s warm, soft skin and tempting curves in my arms thatI still can’t believe are familiar to me.
“I’ve been aching to feel you all day,” she says, breaking the kiss only long enough to speak. She tugs at my boxers, releasing my cock then moves her hips, sliding her hot sex against my hard length repeatedly.Fuck, she’s magnificent.
Pulling her panties to the side, my fingers find her soaked. Lubricated with her arousal, I move my thumb over her clit as she continues rocking against me. “You’re so wet for me already, sweetheart,” I say against her ear, biting the lobe, and showering kisses down her neck, kneading one of her perfect breasts through the fabric of her shirt while I keep up my movements against her clit with my other hand.
“Faster,” she whimpers.
“You sound so pretty, telling me what you need.” I increase the speed against her sensitive bud, watching her face, feeling her legs tighten around my hips, focusing on the rocking of hers that slicks her lower lips against my cock.
When I increase the pressure with my thumb, her entire body twitches, and she moans, gasping, “Yes, please,” and writhing on my cock.
“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”
“I want to come around your cock,” she practically screams, and it echoes in the surrounding valley.
“You can have whatever you want.”
“Lay back and watch,” she says, pushing on my chest.
Leaning back, I slide the fingers soaked with her delicious arousal into my mouth and watch as she lines herself up to take me in. The wetness of her entrance welcomes me as she lowers herself down. Her perfect, tight cunt squeezes around my cock, and I watch her lift herself up and lower back down again, riding along my length, using me for her pleasure.
Once she finds her rhythm, my thumb returns to her clit, andshe shudders around me, stuttering in her pace for a moment before moving again.
“Show me your nipples, gorgeous?”
Hands flying to her shirt, she throws it down to the blanket, revealing a pink and orange bra that matches the panties she’s pulled to the side, half framing the view of my cock sliding in and out of her. She pushes the cups of the bra low, showing me her hard rose-colored nipples.
Bracing herself on my chest with one hand, she uses the other to play with her nipples as her rounded breasts bounce in time with her movements.
She’s a vision. Stray strands of hair escape her messy bun every time she brings herself down on me. Her cheeks flush with a mix of heat and arousal, freckles standing out against the pink of her cheeks. Teal-green doe eyes focus as she watches me watching her.
“You love being watched as much as I love watching you.” It’s a statement as much as a question. I want to hear her say it.
