***Slut Stories Saturday*** The evening is calm. There is n..

***Slut Stories Saturday*** The evening is calm. There is no one outdoor, and it is cooler than it had been. We relax on the swing on the balcony, chatting about our day and giggling about nothing and everything. We contemplate the stars. My legs are wrapped over yours, and your hand is thrusting up and down my soft legs. I bite my bottom lip, lift my skirt and tell you to stroke me higher. I continue to tell you about the annoying freeloaders and drama queens when I feel you brush my undergarments and my breath catches. I am in mid-sentence and forget what I was going to say. I’m sure it wasn’t vital, and I straddle you, facing you, on the swing. I kiss you. I feel you breathe into my mouth, and I feel my thighs get damp. I wrap my arms around your neck, and you hold me with one arm as you stand up, and we drop your pants and both our clothes to the floor. I sit on top of your legs, keeping you covered. My skirt hangs over us while I feel you get hard and stroke against me. I lift my hips, tell you I want you inside of me, and gently slide you into me, but only slightly. You stare at me pleadingly, and I grin because I know you are feeling me wet, warm, waiting, and there is nothing you can do. I stay up high to tease you. You counter by sliding out of me completely. Now I need to feel you. I sit down hard, and you instantly can’t breathe. I tell you it is your turn to drive and put your hands on my hips. You grab my hips and rock me hard and fast. I feel myself building up. You hesitate for a second, and the fire starts to sizzle, but far from extinguishes. Then, finally, you stare me in the eye, smile, and push me down on you. AHHHH. I am flying over the edge, fast and hard, but I’m not going without you. I disregard the fact that we are outdoor and hop off your lap. I slide you deep into my throat, and you grab my arms as you start to lose control. I hear you moan and growl. It makes me need you more. Ultimately, you are lit up and can’t handle it anymore. I stand up, put my hands on the wall and tell you to take me vigorously from behind. You comply willingly, and I immediately feel you penetrate me. I muffle a scream as I fly over the edge, and you feel me ripple and pour over you, and you reach the end of the road and come hard. You can’t help but moan loudly, setting me off again. We overhear someone open a gate somewhere below, and you quickly scoop me into your arms and bring me indoors. We’re making lots of new friends in the neighborhood.