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By *adyJayne OP Woman
over a year ago
Burnleyish (She/They) |
Headphones on and tunes distracting me I was happy feeling the path beneath my feet. I might not be the fastest runner in the world, but it keeps me healthy and happy and leaves me with that pleasant warmth in my limbs.
I'd been let down by one of my running buddies so I was out on my own. It was a gorgeous sunny evening, a tad on the warm side but that wasn't too much of a disappointment for me, I'm a virtual cat, a bit of sun and I am not just very happy but I can stray into languid and sensual.
My imagination was working hard while I was running. I was thinking back to a lover, a fling that was just a moment in time but was wonderfully charged and the very thought still sends shivers down my spine. My thoughts and the heavy beat of the music meant that as I reached the brow of the hill I had to slow down and take a breather. I'd been pushing myself hard and I needed to catch my breath (ok and let my legs stop shaking from the effort they had been through)
I leant against a stone wall, enjoying the cool stones against my skin and admiring the beautiful Lancashire countryside. The sun against my back wasn't encouraging me to move, and it certainly didn't take my mind out the rather erotic entanglement I was remembering.
I was pulled out of the reverie I was in when hands grasped my waist and pushed me in closer to the wall. A hard and insistent cock pressing into me as a hands moved up my body to my breasts, teeth nipping every so gently at my neck.
My heart skipped a beat as your mouth betrayed you, a low groan escaping your lips before you growl into my neck. "God I want you so badly, I've wanted you for so long, can you feel how hungry I am to taste you again?"
I went instantly from defensive (but secretly aroused given my personal fetishes) to liquid almost instantly, my body melting into yours remembering your touch and our heat together, your hand slowly snaked it's way down my body, somehow managing to slide inside my leggings, searching out my heat, my wet and by now desperate cunt, your fingers sliding between my shaven lips, seeking out my clit, moving in a lazy circle around it, teasing me, trying to eek out an orgasm that you know will be hard earned but earth shattering when I get there.
You stop almost as abruptly as you started, I let out a moan of need, my body pushing insistently against yours. Your teeth nip at my neck again as I whimper, "dear god, please don't stop". You press my body harder against the stone wall, your need as obvious as my own, I try to reach round behind me and you grab my wrists, pinning me against the wall, not letting me anywhere near you, folding my hands across my stomach you push me back against the wall, your hips keeping me in place leaving your hands free to roam, fingernails lightly grazing across my hard nipples, running down my sides causing me to shiver with desire.
I feel your hands reaching the top of my leggings and I tense, my body desperately wanting your fingers back on my cunt, your fingers inside my slick wetness, but you pull the back of my leggings down over my arse, I stiffen with panic, but you whisper in my ear that there is no-one around, also, you know full well that being caught or someone watching just turns me on even more.
Even so you only pull the front of your shorts down, taking no time at all to slide your cock between my thighs, feeling my wetness and my soft shaven lips, you relish the feeling before moving your hips slipping easily inside me.
The feeling is amazing, my body is pinned between the wall and you, I am so desperate for you I try to convince you to fuck me hard and fast, but it would appear you have other plans, you barely move your hips, taking things slowly, impossibly slowly. You are relishing every movement of my body, every twitch of my cunt, every slow sensual moan you are pulling from my body.
Quietly, gently I place my hands on you and stop your movement. I turn round and kiss you deeply, slowly, there is a desire and a tension between us but for once there is a tenderness, a gentleness of our bodies moving slowly against each other.
I look around and there is no one to be seen, the air is still, the sun is still warm even though it’s early evening and there is a faint hint of birdsong in the air. I know the area well and just around the corner there is a hollow in the grass, off to the side. I’ve been known to have a lazy picnic (and a cheeky little ‘me’ time) so I know it’s secluded.
I cover us up and take your hand, you let me lead you without me having to say a word. I reach the hollow and I turn to you.
“I have a request” I start nervously, wondering how you’d feel about what I’m about to ask. You smile softly at me. “I’m sure I can try to accommodate you”
I bite my bottom lip, something I’ve only started doing in the last few months. It’s something I do when I’m as nervous as I am lustful.
“You mentioned something once, and I’m curious.” I take a breath, I’m nervous and it’s strange, I’m not the one normally making requests, I make demands, I tease and taunt you. You run your hand along my hip it is strangely reassuring and I smile at you.
“You talked about a long slow orgasm, I can’t totally remember the conversation, I think we were talking about that post run feeling…. Well I’d quite like the chance to experience that, maybe mid run….”
You lay me down and gently cup my face as you kiss me. Soft, sensual and gentle is something new, something I’m not used to in any area of my life, with any lover. Hard and fast and frenzied is pretty much all I’ve ever known.
Your kisses stay soft, gentle, they move down my body as you slowly undress me, your mouth setting my skin on fire, goosebumps cover me and I arch my body closer to your mouth, I’ve no idea what to expect, no idea how to react to the sensation, you move lower, covering my body with tiny kisses, ones I can hardly feel until you reach the soft skin of my mound.
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