This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme is ‘the waterside’, thanks, Ang!
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We’re sitting on a park bench just off the boardwalk, tucked into an alcove surrounded by a landscaped berm, the bushes and tall ornamental grasses mostly shielding us from view. You’re sitting across my lap, your skirt dangerously short, my hand casually draped so that my fingers dangle across your inner thigh.
The wet sound of water lapping the shore nearby echoes the sound my fingers are making as they enter and retreat from your slippery cunt. I match the rhythm of those waves, and you cling to me, as if my shoulders are an anchor preventing you from washing away with the retreating tide. The voices of other nighttime strollers reaches us, they’ll walk past our position soon. A boat motors slowly by, the sound masking your cries as I pump faster and harder, bringing on your shuddering climax just as another couple rounds the corner of the pathway.
You bury your face in my neck, gasping and struggling to catch your breath. The other couple walks quickly past, with a quick, envious backward glance.
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Oo, nice. I love the mostly hidden, yet still exposed bit. ^_^
Awesome story. Something I should try I do believe. 🙂
Oh, nicely told love the building passion and tension.
Oh nom nom nom, I love it when someone appears shortly after hehe trying to hide the blush in one’s cheeks. x
Very nice! I hate that I keep missing out on MfM…I need to be better organized, obviously.
mmm…the possibility of getting caught is so exciting, just add water and I’m there!
def true story!?
this is a true story…i remember the warm night, my short skirt as i sat on your lap with people walking by in the distance…we’ve had some very hot moments in our times together.