Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Garage

Guest writer K offers this:

Again. Not again. It was always at the worst times….

The entire neighborhood, children and dogs included, were in her yard. And here she was…with her son’s soccer coach, in the garage closet.
When he showed up at this party in the usual athletic shorts, she instantly noticed the outline of his manhood under the thin layers of polyester mesh. How his fiancĂ© allowed him to wear those so casually, was beyond her. As soon as each family dispersed into the crowd, they made their respective exits…

His lean body perfectly curved against her as she arched back to kiss him. He wrapped a muscular arm around her torso and cupped her breast, pulling her into him more vehemently.
She braced herself against old mementos and hardware as he pounded into her from behind. They didn’t even want to look into each other’s’ eyes. The shame was almost too much, at least this time, because of the presence of their loved one’s mere yards away. But they couldn’t resist each other; it was inexplicable. The electricity was obvious at the first athletic camp practice this summer when they met. It was palpable, uncontrollable, just like their lovemaking.

The summer heat was nothing compared to the fire that they created when their skin met.
Sweat beaded on her chest as he circled her clit with confident fingers. Behind her, he gently bit her neck and stroked into her until her stomach clenched, on the verge of ecstasy.

Outside they heard excited tones from the party, a reminder that they couldn’t prolong their climax any longer. She put her hand on his, and circled her wetness more furiously. Her legs trembled as he increased his pace, slamming into her firm ass in steady, constant rhythm with their ragged breaths. As her body convulsed into his hard pelvis, her muscles tightened around him. She felt him in her core. They came together, in a rush of sweat and adrenaline. This was the catharsis they both needed after keeping face for so long. Eventually they would have to find a better solution, but now, these rendezvous would have to suffice. 

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