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  • — Embarrassing Moments —
    Straight Female / 22

    If I play the little girl lost. Roll my eyes a little. Or even flash a stocking top, a possibility of things to come I can usually get my own way, every time. My boyfriend, Frank, is a big softie really. But, when it comes to sex, the roles are reversed. Frank is in the driving seat, he's the dominant partner and I must play the submissive role. There are rules that must be followed. Frank's rules.

    We love doing it outdoors. It's not just the sex itself that's the turn on but the whole thing. The anticipation, knowing what we our about to do. The drive out, usually to the country. The finding of a place to do it, not as easy as you might think. And, of course, there's always that added thrill that we just might get caught. We never have. Well! not until last summer, anyway.

    We thought we'd found the perfect spot. A hedged in, rutted track with barely enough room to get the car down. It led nowhere, a dead end.

    So, there I was, on that hot day in June, bent over the bonnet, little white dress around my waist and bare bum high in the air. One thing I've learned about Frank is that you have to be patient, very patient. So, I waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, I sneaked a peak backwards. Frank, shorts around his ankles, cock in hand was rolling the ball of his thumb across his foreskin. Our eyes never met, his head was down, taking in the view. Once, in work, I overheard a guy saying that I had legs up to my armpits. It made me smile. Well, there not quite that long, but the heels helped and I thought the little, white, ankle socks were cute and rather sexy. Frank loved them.

    The first touch was hardly a touch at all. I've felt more when a breeze has blown up my skirt when Frank has persuaded me to go out without knickers. It was all over in a second, but the head brushed the whole length of me. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop myself crying out. I expected another long wait. But, the second touch came immediately, as light as the first, but lingering, a circular motion around my bum hole. Frank knew exactly how to tease. Then, nothing for a long time. I played by the rules, not showing any enthusiasm, keeping my legs firmly together, how I don't know. Then the lightest of touches, outer lips, as light as a feather. God! how I wanted that cock, but I knew if I pushed backwards he would only tease me more. So I waited.

    The head entered me, just the head you understand. My hands had made fists, I bit down on the bone white knuckles, shut my eyes and waited. How long? I've no idea but it seemed like forever. Then, another inch, just a miserable, lousy inch. But, OMG! I wanted it. But, Frank could play this game forever. So, it went on inch by inch, slowly , very slowly, until, at last, he was fully inside me. God! enough I thought, please no more, just fuck me. But no, he slid out, almost to the end, and, fucking Jesus, he started all over again. Just an inch. Just a fucking inch. I wanted to scream out loud and call him all the bastards under the sun. But, somehow, I waited, every nerve in my body singing, but I waited. How? I'll never know. He withdrew again. Oh! God not again, I couldn't take a third time. One thing about sex with Frank is that it's never predictable. Just when I'd expected another stuttering entry he slid the whole length inside me. My eyes flew open and I threw my head back and moaned. Now, we were actually fucking. Again almost out to the tip, but the yes, thank God yes, right back inside, forcefully. I have never wanted anything so badly.

    When the little dog appeared in a gap in the hedge it made us both jump. When, a few seconds later, a woman appeared through the same gap we jumped even more. For a brief second or two she didn't realize what she had walked in on. She brushed leaves from her hair and clothes and, finally, looked around. Gradually she realized and her face began to redden from the neck up. It was as if someone had pressed the pause button on a DVD player. For a brief few seconds all three of us just stared, transfixed. Then, suddenly, I was terrified. What must this woman think. Was I some sort of tart. Doing it for money. For some reason I fixated on the heels and the socks. God! I even looked like a tart. I was horrified. I scrambled to get up. Then, a very weird thing happened. Frank, still fully inside me, held me down. I was mortified. This time I tried more forcibly to get up. But he pinned me down easily, palms pressing into my soldier blades. I looked around, frantically. What for fuck sake was he doing. But, Frank was in a world of his own. The weird thing was he was staring directly at the woman and, what's more, she was staring directly back at him. The bastard was actually enjoying himself.

    At that moment in time I hated him with all my being. Why was he humiliating me like this? Treating me like some sort of common whore. This was the man who told me that he loved me. I felt him pull out, as if taking a perverse delight in showing this woman what he had. All thoughts of sex had left me I just wanted the whole thing over so I could crawl away somewhere and die. I rested my head on my arms, closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands. Frank was loving it, easing out then sliding back in, slowly, purposely. I gritted my teeth and prayed that it would all be over quickly. But Frank was in no hurry, he was loving it, the bastard.

    Why, through my fingers, did I look at the woman I don't know, but I did. She was older than us, early thirties probably, pretty, white T shirt, skinny fit jeans, a figure to die for, green wellies. They both still had rivetted eye contact. And then, OMG!, I noticed something. She was biting down on her bottom lip, her left hand was clenched around the hem of the T shirt, pulling the material taut and, Oh! my lord, her nipples where like miniature thimbles. This fucking woman wasn't disgusted or mortified she was fucking well turned on. The revelation was startling. Suddenly, I began to reignite. If she was enjoying it why couldn't I. Fuck Frank, fuck the rules. I opened my legs for the first time and pushed my bum back into Frank. He sensed the movement. Pulled out, but then in again, with more force, and I responded. He must have sensed my willingness because he let me up on straight arms. I arched my body back I thrust out my bum. For the first time there was a response, he moaned. I looked at the woman, boldly now, and incredibly her right hand was around her breast, thumb teasing the nipple. A trickle of sweat ran down her face. It was a huge turn on. God! I wanted it now and so did Frank, desperately. He pinned me against the car. Staying with me now. We found a rhythm, the car began to rock. I heard someone shouting, fuck, fuck, fuck and realized it was me. I could sense Frank was almost there. I was desperate. My hand slid down and found my clit and squeezed. It moved around like a wet piece of soap. I felt Frank shudder and cry out. Mine wasn't an orgasm it was an explosion and it seemed to go on forever. My left leg began to shake spasmodically. Over and over and over.

    When Frank withdrew he turned and looked at the woman a globule of sperm stretched from the head. She looked down, embarrassed yet still turned on. The little dog barked and broke the spell. A look of thorough disgust came across her face. Suddenly she realized her hand was still clutching her breast. It shot down to her side and she quickly disappeared into a gap in the opposite hedge. Later, we would learn that it was a public footpath.

    #44310 — Comments (1) — Apr 30, 2019 at 6:28 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove It.
  • 1
    Do you want to taste her asshole.?
    Would you like her panty oyster dangling above your mouth , dripping her c**t cuts into your wanting mouth. Would you lick the sludge out of her stinking gusset?
    If so maybe hang in there.
    Ps. I bet your nipples are like puppies noses.

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