What Gus isn't getting

Sex under the stars...

Blake is slamming into Penny. His hot, thick, cock contacts her inner core and it’s alarmingly pleasant, his impressive erection buoyed by continuous strokes and handfuls of Penny in the night. Her fleshy, pert arse glows like a moon-lit peach in the Nullarbor’s open air. Gus, Penny and Blake are camped at the end of a day’s drive through nowhere. Their makeshift campervan set-up is surrounded by darkness and red dirt. Scratchy, small plants stick out in the stillness near the ‘bight and the land falls away to sudden cliffs. It's late, aside from their fucking there is stillness. Gus sleeps, oblivious in the campervan adjacent. A canvas bedroll laid out on the dry dirt serves as a cushion to their lovemaking. Clumps of stone or gravel press bruises into soft flesh. None of that matters now as Blake grunts with effort, driving inside her, on top of a gorgeous woman with endless legs.
During the day the wind whips up from time to time and sprays sand-dirt. It’s mild now and as he plunges into her softness he’s chiefly concerned not by the wind or the dark cliffs but how it feels to be inside her, deep in a new embrace that connects the tip of his penis to the back of his ears.

It’s like heaven, this fucking out-of-doors. How come no one thought to include him until now?

Penny smiles up at him, her hair around her shoulders on the mattress, working its way to a forest of knots as she rocks with each thrust. Her cherry lips are parted, eyes wide, all colour in them lost in the dim light, the white of her teeth beckoning him for a kiss. He lowers his head and Penny wraps her ankles around his hips. She parts her long fingers around his neck, their mouths connect noisily. He’s pushing into her and withdrawing and Blake scoots one of his thumbs between them and locates her clitoris. At first she squirms on it and then he holds his hand steady, thumb crooked, resting on just the right spot to faithfully, relentlessly caress the little bead at her centre each time they rock, each time their flesh touches. He hopes the exquisite torture will break her open. He’d like that, to watch her unravel. She mewls incoherently and twists away from his hot mouth, drawing her bottom lip through her teeth. Her eyes are eyes clamped, shut fighting it and simultaneously trying to scale it.

He likes the squelching sound of her sex as they fuck; her endless, beachcomber legs wrapped around his hips. He’s home, in the smell, in the driving need in which they’re both immersed. She scoots up onto her elbows, pushing their bodies apart and he responds slowly, foggy from fucking. She slides out from under his big frame, Penny brushes against his thick lips in a reassuring kiss (it’s not over). She kneels. She’s halfway down his body with her knees pushing into his torso, forcing him to rearrange. Blake’s eyes are dark and dilated. Salt from the sea air clings to his long lashes and his beard stubble frames his chin, he's a picture of dessert.

She encourages him to roll onto his back, stiff cock in the cooling summer air. She’s naked except for her socks. He slaps her arse as she clambers across his hips and her flesh shivers. A dart of desire sears him, commencing with his cock. Blake holds his thick dick, stroking possessively, reassuring himself that he’s ready. The expression on her face tell him all he needs. He relaxes. They are new lovers and tonight in a night of firsts. He isn't going to apologise for clumsiness, not when his actions playfully extend their intimacy, spinning sexy from awkward. All at once Penny sinks down onto his erection and it doesn’t matter anymore. Her pretty pussy and the warmth of her inner thighs consumes him in lush, silken skin. A grunt curls forward from the back of his throat. He stares up at Penny in appreciative disbelief. Her breasts sway as she repeats the action, slick hotness on his engorged cock and the ghost of a smile on her lips.

He’s buried inside her, her chestnut hair falling around her face to block the night sky.
“I’m going to do this,…” she announces airily from a place where there is only stars.
Blake’s mind is a void; she threatens to engulf him in sweetness like ripe pomegranates, it's sharp like slate. He can’t hold out much longer.
“… For a bit..”

Penny’s words land softly as she rides him, up and in, the column of his rigid sex disappearing inside her like a song. It makes her moan it’s so good, her golden-syrup-insides humming to draw out a secret.
“And then I want you to fuck me better.” Leaning in, five o-clock shadow in her hands, nose-to-nose. “Harder”.
Her warm, soft, breath on his face. She smells like roast potatoes, wine and lust. Blake thrusts up unexpected and quickly, the shock making her gasp. It’s a dirty sound in the quiet night and he almost loses his load.
She sits still then, impaled, goading him, one hand exploring his chest, wreathing her slender hand through springy chest hair and hot skin. Her cheeks are flushed. He cups her hips, one in each ham hand until he thrusts his cock once more into the peach of her sex, heels digging into their bedroll to gain purchase, knees bent; it feels like fire and gold.

“Oh” she mouths and looks away, he’s too beautiful, all stubble and flushed severity, looking up at her in the dimness like he might like to eat her alive. Unkempt, unraveling and deliciously male. In a flicker of a moment her orgasm whispers.

“Don’t close your eyes” he rasps, but the heat of his gaze is intense and it’s all she’s got not to tilt her head back and go tumbling over the precipice.

“I...” she starts to say and doesn’t finish. Penny wants Blake to kiss her as she cums. Her nails grip his shoulders, digging into flesh and every thrust is more delicious than the last. Finally he gives her what she wants, capturing her floundering face, wetting her lips with his.She loves the sandalwood-and-Lego scent of him, the harshness of his breath and his abrasive, midnight facial hair. Her greed spikes and she shouts into the night, Blake looks shocked, covering her mouth with his fingers to prevent her too-loud sounds and she’s licking them as she cums on his cock, her muscles contract as she rushes towards orgasm, squidgy and fantastic. He bites his bottom lip.

To slake his own need he picks up the pace. He flips her body so she’s on her back and her breasts spread, nipples bouncing with their fresh rhythm like strawberries lost in custard crème. Blake’s on his knees, bracing against her thighs. He squeezes a fat thumb between them and every stroke is a tease to her sopping clit, leading them home.

Over the edge he topples, withdrawing in a split second between heaven and orgasming. His seed spills from his penis onto her pale stomach. Penny half-smiles in the dim light. She rolls out from under him and he flops down on his side.. The night is still and the darkness comforting; it’ll be a while before they feel the cool of the evening on their feverish skin

Blake’s breathing slows, a beautiful, glowing white-girl on his bedroll, sated. Above them the Milky Way is spectacular, nature’s light show in the desert. Blake turns off the lantern, releasing countless stupid bugs from their light-filled confusion to disperse into the night. He draws the mosquito net around them and splays a golden, hairy arm over her middle as he relaxes.

“Yeah” she says, still breathless, “it’s nice out here”.
Blake nods, looking up at the stars.
“We mustn’t tell Gus.”
“Oh I’ll be sure to” he deep voice rumbles out into the night, through a smile.
“You prick,” says Penny lightly, the next minute, improbably, she sleeps.

Outdoor entertaining area available…

They stopped speaking once they hit the water. Clothes thrown off in the heat of the sun, a little light breeze speaking of the afternoon, threatening them with the cool that comes with night time. A little bit of wine under that same telling sun earlier in the day and she had unwrapped the scarf from around her friend’s neck and gently run its feathery weight one whole length of her friend’s thigh. How the delicate trace of the fabric had made her ache to be touched by a hand. She wanted to kiss just to be kissed. To taste the weight of another’s on her lips, the warm breath and the cushiony feeling of flesh on flesh. No matter who’s, the pull of sensuousness in her nature, threatening to satisfy her on its easily attainable heights.

They stopped speaking and swam out. She swam further than she would have liked to and could feel her breath cooling in her chest, the shortness that accompanied fear in her breathing. Soon they were out deep and away from the electric barbeque lights, out there in the middle with just the thick smell of river sand and the muddy taste of the water. She could taste the minerals on her tongue; taste the old leaves that gave the water its colour. Treading water and looking at one another. Their white skin in the dark water and the feel of cold all around; tickling their sense of adventure.

She duck dives towards her friend and comes up for air close by. The water falls off her face and leaves her slick and sensuous. Her dark, proud eyes are made innocent by the water, her lashes stick to one another. They smile at each other and are languid now in the water. Earlier, as they sunned themselves and patted themselves mentally on the back for having made the most of a beautiful day by wagging work and taking a picnic down the river, they had eaten ham and cucumber sandwiches washed down with cold, soft, pink Bubbly and sat at the waters edge near a playground. They’d eaten Cadbury Picnics that had stayed good in the cooler but once out stuck to their hands and faces. After champagne they drank American vodka and raspberry cordial with soda. Lemonade, they had found previously, made it sickly sweet.

They lay down on the rug as the shade started to move and stared at the blue day. They had even held hands for a while and placed their hands on one another’s chest to feel how their body moved up and down when they laughed. Cat sat up on one elbow and kissed her friend. It was light and playful and soon they were fooling with one another. Keeping it light and simple, uncomplicated by any intent. The torturous pleasure of the afternoon had stretched on.

A touch like a passing insect on the upper thigh while Cat sucked the other woman’s fingers as if they were strawberries, tasting them over and over again as if they somehow held an exotic flavour all of their own. The other woman giggled a lot more then, and squealed with delight.

They kissed until their lips were sore and swollen from teasing. The warm honey feeling of being in the sun all day like a drug. The quiet heat that grew between them made the silence seem sexy, like a dream. Cat listened for her friends little cries of absolute pleasure as they made out standing next to the tyre swing.

The swing was strung to the tree in such a way that a good push sent it our almost past the shallow water. Happily now she found herself drawn ankle deep into the cold river water. The water made her thighs tingle, her palms feel hot and heavy. The sluggish river sand under foot squished around as she kissed her friend once more. They clinked their glasses together and ate each others oral orifice whilst threatening to fall into the water.

Cat found herself leaning on the swing and allowing the weight to gently rock her against the other woman’s body. The softness of her breasts, the valley between her hip bones, her soft middle. Her friend caressed her upper thigh as they kissed, under the skirt fabric until finally her fingers began to play where they were most welcome. Cat’s pussy was lush and wet. The slow afternoon had left her on sensuous tent-a-hooks, so many tiny, sexy moments. She felt she would burst when her friend slid two fingers in to find her slick centre. She shook as the pressure increased and the hand began circling gently, it warmed her to her toes and to the tips of her hair. She opened her mouth a little and her friend smiled to see the pleasure on her face.

Neither of them heard someone approaching. Her friend confessed later to only being vaguely aware that it may not have been Cat’s hands on her body. She hadn’t thought to protest when a man joined them and only fuelled their fine teasing. He feasted upon Cat’s prone body, replaced her friends light touch with his own. His gentle touch and the rough skin on his hands made her ache for cock and fulfillment. Cat glanced over at her friend and they both seemed naughtily at ease in the strange situation. Cat kissed her hand, the crook of her arm and her neck. In return she allowed Cat to be kissed by the stranger and watched in sleepy amusement as Cat guided the hand he had ventured up her skirt to perform acts that suited her better. His rough, large hands gave her pleasure. She was breathing in short shallow bursts now, her cheeks flushed and her head thrown back.

She pushed the good-looking stranger away from her and cheekily pulled her friend towards her, kissing her full on the mouth. The other woman made the soft noise of a female on heat. They undressed slowly like that, all three. They peeled their clothes off like secrets after dark at bedtime and tumbled on one another’s bodies in a fever. Cat licked the man’s body from the button of his jeans all the way up his chest to plant hot kisses on the burning skin of his neck. Her friend tugged his jeans – now wet from the shallow water - down over his hips and off. He led them to the edge of the water in his white boxers. There was no one else around Cat noted, there hadn’t been for hours.

Cat let her friend tug his cotton boxers past his toes. The woman stripped off her tiny cotton knickers and giggled. Greedily she took his ample cock in her hand like a precious object and squatted over it. She slid down his length easily, she was so wet. As she took him inside she made a satisfied whimper before setting about increasing his pleasure with a faster pace. She rode him with enthusiasm and would stop suddenly, savouring the feel of his cock, opening her full mouth in a satisfied sigh and then pick up the pace again. The stranger thought he would die from the luxury of it.

Cat amused herself in the water. She felt it’s smooth coolness like the hands of a lover and giggled and wriggled around. She felt her clit and its crazy warmth. She bounced at the delightful feel of a hand on her sex. She played a little, feeling orgasm creeping up, savouring the torturous pleasure, carrying herself with the deft touch of her own hand to the point of no return, she stopped, swam a few strokes and looked over at her friend enjoying the stranger at the shore. They fucked with abandon, now she sat on his face as he lay stretched out, his head buried in her sex, his rigid cock glistening in the sun.

Cat swam into shore, she crawled out of the water towards them, she dripped water on his body and he flinched with surprise. He continued his enjoyable task. Cat crept to his penis and took it in her mouth. She slurped and pleasured him until she could feel the tension in his legs and the rest of his body. Her friend fell off her perch; she sighed and laughed a little. Almost immediately the man’s body tensed a little more and she felt his dick grow even more substantial in her mouth. He came and the hot liquid spurted into her mouth, on her face, in her hair. She laughed and sat up still holding his cock in one hand. She dribbled saliva and semen onto her chin. He sat up. Cat turned to dive into the water again and refresh. She swam a few cool breast strokes under the water and came up for air. He sunned himself and looked as though he might nap. Cat duck dived towards the other woman and came up at her side. She cupped her breast playfully and kissed the pink nipple under the water. The other woman floated on her back, offering herself, clearly enjoying it. When at last they looked back to the shore he was by the swing, dressing. When they looked again he was making his way away from them, disappearing into the afternoon.

Now hours later and as they swam in the cool, knowing river water each woman thought of the day that had passed. Each had a cheeky half smile on her lips and a saucy glint in her eye.

Freeway

The two of them met up for a third time. They had a strange relationship that could almost have been based on awkward silences, in-between moments and stolen glances that made the air thick with an undercurrent of hopeful misunderstanding, a ripening flavour.

The first time they had gone to a café and sat for a few hours. At first Mark had read most of the Saturday paper and Jaq had been tempted to get out her novel but to his credit a waiter had come between them offering to bring backgammon to the table. They had sipped endless tea and coffee and taken their shoes off and stroked each others legs. To the outside observer innocently engaging in backgammon. Jaq had sat for ages with her legs crossed, one calf resting against Mark’s thicker calf. She knew he must have been able to feel her touching him and she left it there, marveling at the exquisite pleasure she felt from such a small luxury.

She wanted to know he was equally excited, he seemed to shiver whenever she was too near to him; as they leaned across the counter and paid the bill together, as they left together and experienced an awkward moment at the narrow door. How to gauge his reactions when the man said so little?

Mark was a roof plasterer but he liked to work and he liked to keep himself fit. Not knowing what to say didn’t feel silly to Mark. He liked the simplicity of it. He wanted to get her into bed but knew he couldn’t just come out and say it, not if he wanted to ever see her again afterwards. He admired the way she held herself and pretended by being near him he wasn’t sending her a little crazy. He heard how her breath caught and how she thought about each breath if he got too close. With a coffee table, two full cups and a full backgammon board separating them he knew he had little chance of doing much more than they were, engaging in schoolyard tantalizing touches and the occasional meaningful look. She was good at them, he gave her that. Her meaningful look - the way she looked at him almost through her eyelashes with her head dipped so low, sipping coffee - this teased him more perhaps than it should. Her sipping was so suggestive it left him laden with possibilities. He felt himself thicken with blood.

He had clenched and unclenched his itching hands under the table, to help the moment pass. He knew he wanted her, and didn’t know whether it would be worth the effort. It was with these odds in mind that he suggested a second meeting.
They had gone to the movies but he hadn’t liked the film and as they had arrived at the cinema late their seats hadn’t allowed them the feeling of intimacy he thought they required. A third meeting seemed inevitable and now as he pulled his white HQ station wagon into the driveway the moment seemed to ripen.

She heard the tyres on the concrete of the drive and wet her lips in the hallway mirror. She wanted to take him to have lunch out of town. Jaq wanted to sit next to him on the vinyl bench seat and feel the strange sensation of his body vibrating next to hers. She wanted to enjoy the drive, have something to eat together and see where it took them.

They rode in silence, for a while, until the open road of the freeway stretched before them. Then he shifted his big hand from the gear chance to her lap, casually. He left his hand resting on her thigh. Jaq leaned in to tune the radio, she feigned concentration on the knobs and dials as she felt the pressure of his hand slide a little further up. She left the radio unattended. Jaq turned to look at his profile, and into the wind created by both of their windows being open she added
"That’s delicious”

“What?” he said, smiling

Jaq told him about her burger joint, she explained the turn offs to get there as they drove, his hands were firm on the thin black wheel and he drove lazily, sometimes looking at her through the corner of his eye, sometimes turning to her. They stopped in the middle of nowhere still on the freeway and he turned and kissed her. He muttered something about not being able to concentrate and gathered her up with one of his big arms and brought her to him.

At first he just planted firm kisses on her lips, lazily the same way he drove and she was disappointed. She had expected the snap and pop of fireworks as their lips were finally allowed to touch. On the plus side, he smelt great, like woodfires and coffee and he kept up the firm pressure of his insistent onslaught,turning his body so his right hand held her ribs, just under her breast. His soft kisses became something else as their mouths opened to one another. She grew bolder, feeling her way around the slippery crevices, the heat of her tongue caressing the inside of his lip.

Mark couldn’t help himself. He leaned in and slid his right hand up to where he wanted it to be, closed around her breast. He heard her tell-tale intake of breath, how she shifted as though to offer him more. With their mouths still touching, Jaq climbed onto him, kissed his neck, the unfamiliar stubble on his chin, she slid her slender hands around the back of his neck and applied pressure with her hips, wanting him. She felt him respond, the noise in the back of his throat accompanying the satisfying swelling she could feel against the soft flesh of her thigh.

She wanted his big hands all over her. He pushed her shirt up so he could look at her breasts, the black lace she wore made them sit so that they overflowed the cups, begging to be released, he could feel his cock against the heat between her legs, even though his jeans.

Outside the day darkened, although they hardly noticed. Jaq turned her attention to his pants, she flicked his belt buckle open with one hand, panting to undo the loop, the first button and his zipper. His eyes were dark with lust and she climbed off him.

“I want you to drive.” she said

“While I do this”

Jaq pulled her ti shirt over her head so that all she had left was her small skirt and her bra. He ate up the view appreciatively and started the car. As he pulled out of the emergency lane he noticed a light spatter of rain had collected on the windscreen. He forgot the weather just as quickly when she scooted over to him, pulled his shirt up a little. Jaq kissed his chest, her hot kisses leading her towards the top of his boxers. She ran a finger around the front of his waistline, just inside the rim of the material and his cock surged with blood. He tried to concentrate on the road.

As she released his penis from the confines of his clothes she stopped for a minute, admiring his sex, proudly at attention, a drop of pre-cum glistening at its head. She bent her head and licked it off. He jerked in his seat, taking a moment to reassert himself at the wheel. First she added moisture to the length of his shaft, licking around the head and down the sides to where she met the material of his jeans. Finally after Jaq felt she had sufficiently greased all of the surrounds she took his cock in her mouth, gripping the base with one hand.

At first she didn’t allow him the relief of sucking the whole thing, she merely teased, breaking her rhythm, not devouring much each time and waiting for a reaction. When she finally took Mark's entire length, the car seemed to accelerate.

“Oh God.”

Jaq ran her hand up his length and applied pressure with her lips. She established a rhythm and worked at it, loving the way he responded, the motion of the car, the craziness of the whole situation. For her part she felt the slick heat of desire in her knickers.

Dimly Mark became aware of the rain on the windscreen. At the first he turned the wipers on and strove to ignore it, the pleasure in his lap mounting, the warmth of her mouth, the noises of effort and arousal (he wasn’t sure which) as she sucked and cajouled his rock, hard cock. In the end he knew he had to pull over. Reluctantly Mark turned the wheel towards the emergency lane and Jaq sat up, wiping saliva from her chin

“What is it?”

“I can’t drive in the rain…like this”

“Good.”

Jaq sat quietly while he stopped the car, only lightly caressing his shaft, keeping her hold on him, allowing the drowsy effect of arousal to continued to fog his thoughts. He sat back after turning the engine off, hoping she would resume what she had been doing. Jaq didn’t. She threw a couple of glances at him, opened the passenger side door and stepped out of the car into the rain.

Mark didn’t follow. He wanted to see what she could do. He turned the wipers on. By now she was in front of the car, waving at him through the light rain. She stood in front of the bonnet and unclipped her bra, she threw it at the aerial and it caught and stayed. He laughed. She cupped her full breasts in her hands, the rain making her nipples stand to attention. She gently tuggeded first one, then the other, with a thumb and a forefinger. She bent over the bonnet and the rain came down heavier, her dark hair stuck to her neck. Water trickled all over her body.

Mark climbed out of the car. Jaq sprang up on the bonnet of the HQ and crawled like a cat away from him. He caught her ankles and not-so-gently pulled her around to face him. He pulled her by the calves 'til his hips touched her thighs. He didn’t say anything. His jeans were still undone.

Mark kissed her slippery rain-drenched lips. Shocked by the heat that raged inside her, he struggling to contain himself. Jaq merely wrapped her legs around him, locked her ankles and drew him closer, pulling his shirt off over his head, exposing the hard wall of his chest to the crazy, light pressure of rain. Mark bent his head and kissed her cold breasts, brought them warmth with his hands till he felt the heat of her body blazing under his touch. She ran her hands appreciatively over his chest, creating fire even as she shook.

Deftly he scooted her knickers to one side and thrust into her, almost pulling her free of the bonnet in his urgency. She held onto the car as he offered his full length to her soft folds. At the first stroke she threw her head back, let him take her. The cold metal under her arse heightening her senses, a contrast to her warm and welcoming centre, stretching to accommodate his length. He carefully came back for a second thrust, sending shudders through her. At first she twisted, reluctant to remain still, until he kissed her full on the mouth, passionately and Mark felt her melting under to his touch.

She allowed him to set the pace, sometimes leaning away from him, allowing rain to work its magic on her body, spreading its tantalizingly cold fingers over her figure.
After a while he picked her up, still connected at his cock and carried her to the back seat. He laid her down, disregarding the water on vinyl, leaving his feet outside the car. Here Mark fucked her without distraction. He felt her rising to the brink of orgasm, with his long strokes. Relief a first, from the cold pressure of rain at his back was soon joined by an overwhelming sensation of desire, urgency. She squirmed and clawed him closer and he slowed his tantalizing rhythmn

"Don't you like that?" Mark mocked quietly.

Her cheeks were flushed and she seemed bewildered at his attempt to curb her pleasure. Jaq nodded, unable to speak.

“Are you going to cum for me?”

She writhed, wanting him to continue at his relentless pace. Jaq mewed.

“What do you want me to do?”

His body was hot and heavy on top of hers

“Don’t stop.” She said

“I want... you to fuck me”

He picked up their pace once more and smiled with his teeth as her pleasure visibly increased. She made short, soft, happy noises with each stroke
“Like this?”

And relentlessly he said and picked up the pace again.

“Yes” she said, burying her face in his hair “Like….th”

Jaq couldn’t complete the sentence. She felt his length surge inside her, filling her even more. Just when she thought she couldn't take another moment,that she might stretch and break, shattering into stars if he offered her another pleasurable millimetre, he came, shuddering and making her shake from the inside out. She squealed appreciatively and she took Mark's full weight as he came to rest on her.

“Don’t get up just yet” She said softly “And don’t take it out.”

They waited a moment, as their breathing slowed, smiling.

“My legs are all wet, Babe” he said seriously and she giggled.

He untangled himself and got into the front seat, leaning over to look at her disheveled form.
“Did you like that?”

She stopped staring at the roof upholstery and propped herself up on one elbow to look at him.

“You're amazing” Jaq said and grinned.