Stay and wait like the redhead asks
From Create Your Own Story
"It's a great day for golfing," you say, with a look around at the blue and gold awning of the sky and fields. "Sure, I'll wait for you. But you know, you probably need a good luck kiss to find your friend?"
"I don't see how it could hurt," she says, coy, holding her hands girlishly behind her back.
You place your hands on her hips, your face nears hers, your breathing teases together, then your mouth is on her mouth, you enter a rhythm against her lips of deep, deeper, deepest, your tongues pushing past each other. Her body like water against yours, her tits press solidly against your chest, and she hums mm, mm, Mm into your mouth, her breath deep in an out through her nose, in time with you, sighing roughly across your cheek. You slide your hands down, cupping her ass, and squeeze her pelvis against your legs, backing your mouth away teasingly, about to go in again. But she slips a hand up between her tits, onto your chest and pushes back, pulling her lips away from your tongue as it darts over them. The pressure of her crotch lifts like vapor, leaving a buzz under your skin; your hands slide around her hips as her ass pushes back between them.
"Any more good luck and I'll forget why I need it, duck," she says, smiling. "Whew! Now don't go anywhere, or I'll have to hunt you down too." Her cheeks tinged pink, her eyes leaving yours reluctantly, she turns and presents you with a perfect view of her ass, which stalks off the shoulder, across the stubble of grass bordering the road, and disappears into the tall corn.
Oh yeah. You still have that hard-on, don't you? Which is, tight trousers be damned, responding so youthfully to the motion of her ass as she walked away, beggaring language. The squeeze of blood hardens inside your pants. And how she slipped inside the stems of corn.. puts in mind nothing less than how your stiff cock would penetrate the coppery weave around her cunt..
Still spinny from the kiss, the vision of her able posterior, you indulge your daydreams and ignore your nether tensions. But you are brought back to yourself by a twinge of pain. Oogh. You really won't be able to stop thinking about it, will you? But why should you? You can alleviate the situation simply by opening your pants.
With a little patient dexterity, assisted by brief concentration on sadly unsexual thoughts - grandpa drawers, neglected puppies, stuff like that - you get your fly button undone and pull the zipper down. The release in pressure makes you feel close to coming. Tenderly you ease your underwear away and down -- ahhh -- and push the elastic band so it stays nestled at your cockroot, against your balls. Jeebus Presley, you think, as your cock sort of unfurls, a blood-filled sex flag in the breeze. The air across the swollen shaft is delightful. Your balls are still a tad pinched by the pants and elastic band but it's not bad, you shift your seat a little on the car hood and it's okay. And there you sit on the humming car, pants open, your cock pointed heavenward.
Well, that is certainly not gettin back in there. Not in it's current state. While you are philosophically against masturbation when a thirsty pussy is so close nearby (you look over the gently waving corn for a hopeful glimpse of her red mane), you are also a pragmatist and frankly this hard-on, aside from obviously being not up to code aerodynamically speaking, might be vulnerable to, say, bumps from objects otherwise avoidable, were this man-appendage not adding dangerously to your flatbed width. In short, you feel like you are hanging in the breeze.
Then again, the redhead clearly has every intent of getting her brains fucked out by you, and you would like to see the look on her face when she sees you, or, more to the point, the gorgeous pound which is to be responsible for her temporary brainectomy via vagina. Maybe you should occupy yourself with other checking out her vehicle while you wait.
- Step off the road to whack off.
- Choke the chicken where you sit.
- Leave your cock alone and check out this car.
| Status | ||
| Health | Horny | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 1 | |
