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 fiancé 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. 

One Summer Day

Her pale skin glistened with the wet heat of a July day. 101 degrees.

The *click* of the door was all the permission I needed. My lips met hers for the first time.

Trapped in desire now... a heat that had been building for months over coffee and clandestine texts.

My cock was hard, harder, harder still in just an instant. I couldn't remember feeling this much lust. This much raw desire.

I led her to the couch so we were out of view of the front windows.

I kissed the back of her neck, nibbled at it... as hands unzipped her dark pants, noting the beads of sweat on her pale thighs

Two fingers entered her beneath black cotton panties...

Her moan was desperate

She felt the cool of my belt buckle, felt the zipper press into her ass...

I unzipped... and freed the aching cock from cotton boxer briefs

against her ass now, between her cheeks as she begged "fuck me"

I could wait no more

Inside

the sweet heat of her wet pussy searing my own hot flesh

her body arched back, she fucked me as I fucked her

hard, angry, bodies wondering why this hadn't already happened

I didn't want to cum, but i knew it would happen...and soon. This was the heaven I had wanted.

I thrust myself inside her, held myself there, relishing the feel of us finally together. Relishing her deep moan as I inched closer, closer

"I want to possess you" I said.

And she nearly screamed...

I thrust out and in... and in and came

nearly collapsing with her over the arm of the couch

I kissed her immediately... I wanted her even more

the first release was sweet...but we had an afternoon and an empty house