We bumped into one another at an outdoor party. Or rather, he bumped into me, and ended up spilling my drink all over my shirt in the process. It gave us both a bit of a laugh though, and something sparked in his eyes as he offered to help me clean up the mess. I didn’t even know his name, but feeling bold tonight, I asked him if he wanted to make another mess first.
He took the hint, raising his eyebrows at me before leaning in and kissing me, his lips pressing gently to mine. At the same time, he took hold of my hips with his free hand and drew my body in close to his like it was totally natural. He tasted like beer and smelled like cologne and just a hint of sweat from this hot summer night. Delicious. I licked his bottom lip as he pulled away from our kiss; he moaned in response and I felt my stomach flip flop in excitement and anticipation. Mmm, yes.
After removing my then empty drink cup from my hand and setting it down on a nearby table, he wrapped his fingers up with mine and began to lead me away from the party towards the barn to the left, telling me his name as we walked. I gave him a fake one in return, on impulse, and something about being unknown to this man I was about to have sex with caused a tightening between my legs and made me want to bite my bottom lip. I could already feel my panties were damp.
He led us to the back side of the barn from the party, where the possibility of us being seen was much less, but not non-existent. Could we still get busted by anyone? Absolutely, in fact, I was a little surprised we were the only ones back here, and the thought of being caught mixed in with this anonymous encounter gave me an extra thrill. I didn’t care about someone seeing us at all. I wanted this badly.
I turned towards him as we reached a more secluded area where the barn was flat enough to lean onto, my turn to pull him close to me, wanting to feel him. As he bent in to kiss me again he thrust his hips against mine and I ended up pressed back against the rough barn boards, wood scratching through my shirt into my soft skin. I could feel his hardness through the front of his pants; he was ready for more.
Our kissing started off slow, almost sweet, yet it awakened something needy inside of me. I ground my hips eagerly into him in response as my pussy cried out for more, and I grabbed him in a tighter embrace as I kissed him more passionately now, urgently, pushing my tongue deeply into his mouth. I wanted more, and I wanted him to know how badly I was lusting for him. My wet tongue pushed and probed circles around his own, our kissing turning more sloppy and wet now as the sexual tension grew.
He was quick to oblige my needs, his hands moving from caressing my sides and my back to tugging at the bottom of my shirt so he could slide them up underneath. His hands were warm and felt so good gliding over the smooth skin of my body, over the curves of my stomach and upwards to cup my breasts, squeezing them tightly for a moment in his palms. He pushed the top of the material down and pinched my nipples unexpectedly, and I felt my entire body light up in desire.
It was my turn to moan into his mouth now, unable to control myself, and he wasted no time moving his hands south, giving me exactly what I wanted, more.
As he slipped his hand down under the waist band of my skirt, into my panties and made his way lower still, he found me absolutely soaked, and I whimpered at his touch as his fingers slowly stroked my slippery slit. “Fuck are you ever wet,” he whispered into my ear, his body still pressed close to me, his hard cock rubbing through his pants against my thigh. I wanted to explore what was between his legs too, find out what his cock looked like, experience what it felt like as it pushed open my folds and filled me completely. He had other plans. “I want to taste you.” I heard in my ear.
I moaned loudly at his suggestion, and reached over and grabbed at his shoulders, pushing downwards, directing him to do exactly that. Who was I to argue with a tongue between my legs? He pulled his hand out from my underwear as he dropped to his knees in front of me, and this time he just grabbed at the bottom of my skirt and yanked it upwards and pulled my panties to the side so quickly I almost stumbled as I leaned back against the barn.
He kept me steady, and in a moment my wet slit was exposed to the chill of the night air as I spread my legs wider and opened myself to him. Leaning in, he placed his mouth over my mound, his warm lips covering me as his tongue began to explore my folds, tasting me, and I leaned my head back against the side of the barn and sighed in ecstasy. I was absolutely in love with the way he was working his mouth on my most intimate of places.
Gently tickling and teasing my thigh with one hand, he moved it upwards to caress my sensitive skin lightly before using it to open my pussy up more for him. He placed his fingers on either side of my wet swollen lips and held me open as he continued to push and probe his tongue deep into my hole, tasting me, lapping up all the juices that weren’t already leaking down his chin.
I stumbled once more for a moment as the pleasure inside of me built, but he steadied me with his other hand on my thigh, partially for support and partially to push my legs open a little further. I ran my fingers through his hair as I leaned my weight backwards against the barn, wood splinters scratching me again. I was curious what my back would look like tomorrow, but right now, it just added to the experience.
The feeling of his tongue circling around and playing with my clit as he gently sucked on it at with his lips, pulling and tugging on it, brought me back from thoughts of splinters and back to reality. Another moan was quick to follow the first as he then slid two fingers all the way inside of me in one quick push and began to wiggle them around in exploration as he continued his assault on my clit at the same time.
“You are so tight, and you taste delicious,” he said, his voice sounding muffled between my legs, “I need to be inside of you, right now.” He pressed the pads of his fingers roughly against the soft sweet spot inside of me one more time, roughly, causing me to cry out into the night as he flicked my g-spot before pulling away, leaving me horny and panting for more. What a tease, he knew how to work me.
Rising to his feet, he leaned in and kissed me once more, as I stood there looking rather frazzled, face flushed and skirt ruffled and twisted up around my hips. His tongue probed deeply into my mouth the same way he had probed around in my tight pussy, and I could taste my own juices on him, exciting me even more. He thrust his hips against me roughly, grinding into me, and his hard cock once more rubbed into my thigh. I knew he was ready for more. He could wait.