Potomac Hills (2): Unlocking My Wildest Outdoor Secret with Kate
I’m alone in my bedroom, fingers trembling on the digital lock of my private vault. Heart races. This secret’s been locked away too long. Potomac Hills. That golden sunset. Kate walking ahead, panties gone. Mine now, warm in my pocket. Her bare ass sways under the dress. Air teases her. I imagine being the wind. Slipping up her thighs. Brushing her bush. Flicking her lips. Sucking her clit dry. Diving inside her heat.
Fantasies flood me. Eating fruit dipped in her wetness. Tying her blindfolded. Her riding my face. But reality hits. A thorn snags her dress. She tugs. Stuck fast. ‘Help!’ Perfect excuse. I kneel close. Eyes inches from her freckled thighs. Stars on pale skin. Knees delicate. Calves round. Ankles in white straps. Her feet in sandals drive me insane. I free the thorns. Rise. Press against her back. Arms around her.
Breaking the Seal: The Thorn Trap Ignites
‘All good, love.’ Lips on her neck. Tongue traces her ear. She tilts head. Invites more. Hands find breasts. No bra. Nipples harden under fabric. I pinch. Roll. Tug. She urges me on. Left hand stays. Right guides mine down. Over belly. Pubis. Under dress. Bare pussy. Legs part. Her finger leads mine into slick folds. Two fingers plunge. She moans. Ass grinds back. My cock throbs. Zipper down. Her hand frees it. Fingers fly on my glans. Skin pulls tight. Pain-pleasure edge.
Dress hikes up. Sun gilds her wetness. Thumb circles clit. Fingers fuck deep. She cums hard. Grips my hand. Shudders. I explode. Cum paints her ass crack. Cock slides in the mess. We freeze. Her naked from waist down. Legs spread. Bush matted. My dick nestled between cheeks.
Explosive Release: Raw Touches and Shared Climax
She turns. Hugs tight. Dress sticks. I grab her panties from pocket. Wipe her gently. She wraps them on me. Cleans my cum. ‘Finish on my ass,’ she teases. Smirks. I oblige. Fingers trace crack. Tease anus. Dip in. She squirms. Kisses deep. Tongue dances. Cock stirs again. ‘No more,’ she groans. Wants rest. Cuddles.
We hike on. I lead. Zip struggles up with her help. Find a clearing? No. Fork in path. Up a bank. Peek over. Occupied. Woman in blue dress on plaid. Reading. Bare feet crossed. Heels aside. Blonde. Nails blue. Magazine drops. Head lifts. Eyes? Hard to tell. She hikes skirt. Hand to black panties. Fingers rub. Legs spread. Fabric dips.
Vault snaps shut. Breath steadies. That rush. Shared only here. Adrenaline fades to glow. Secret safe again. Lighter now.
