You’re about to step on that party bus, headed back home to reality, when a HAND grabs your wrist, pulling you back into the shadows. Reality will have to wait… or wait, it doesn’t get more real than this.
I pull you down the sidewalk, confused friends trying to figure which direction you went. But even you don’t quite know where you are, being lured further into the darkness, up steep tiled stairs, toward a lookout and bench. Before you can say “What?” I drag you into a deep kiss, pulling back slowly and stealing a few more of our soft kisses. Your devious smile parts your lips, backlit by the orange harvest moon swimming naked in the sky.
“Don’t kiss my neck, I can’t be held responsible if you do–BUT before you can finish your sentence, my mouth dives into your neck, shivers tremor down your spine matched by the last caress of the cool summer wind. "I should go” you say. Yet that only makes me dive deeper into your neck, a handful of your hair in my hand. You can feel my hard cock on your inner thigh, and if you were wet before you’re soaked now.
“Seriously, I mean seriously, I need to go,” you plead.
“You can go once you cum!”
And with this I turn you around, placing your hands on the guard rails overlooking the ocean, the street just 20 steps below. I’m behind you, my lips on your neck, my other hand unzipping my pants, and finding a way to pull those panties off of you just enough to slide in. People pass below, but right now you and I are ALL that matters.
A train echoes in the distance, as you reach back and guide my cock into your warm wet pussy, that clenches but can’t hold back my cock from sliding in deeper. Your breaths stagger, body shudders, your hot breath leaving smoke trails in the cool air, quickening with each thrust from behind. Our soft kisses harden. There’re probably marks left on your neck, but who cares. Not us, not at this moment.
With your hands on the rails, I place mine atop yours. You couldn’t let go if you tried. NO ONE is leaving until you cum! “Fuck me harder, deeper, I want you all the way in like last time,” you whisper. I reply “That wasn’t all the way in last time.” On cue your pussy pulls me all the way in, devouring every last of my eight inches, a second of pain turns to pleasure. “FUCK ME,” you moan as I SLAP your ass and drive harder, that echoing train now even closer, the headlights illuminating our location to anyone looking up.
But reality doesn’t matter. Only we and this moment matter…. I thrust harder and deeper, the pounding of the train on the tracks in time with our thrusts, our hearts, our staggered breaths in time. “I’m cummmmming.” I tell you to “FUCKING CUM HARD BABY!” I thrust harder, the train THUDDING, almost deafening, its HORN blaring, but we can barely hear a thing as I feel your pussy tighten around my cock… a MOAN… a shudder.
A louder MOAN and release, as we BOTH cum together, the lights of the train fading as I empty inside of you, your legs quivering, your clit more sensitive than it’s ever been. The hard kisses soften. The harvest moon and quiet dying winds of summer resume. You turn around, our eyes locked, connected… one. “You’re the devil,” you say. That always makes me smile, as I return with, “Yeah, but it ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive.”
I pull you into one last kiss. I stare too long which prompts the obligatory “What?” That dimple in your smile melts me every time. All I can think to say in return is “Everything.”
With one fleeting glance, you move back down the steep tiled stairs toward the bus and home. I watch to make sure you get on safely. As you drive off, we share a devious smile, an inner giggle, and start counting the sleeps until the next time our realities collide.
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