If Someone Sees Us
I liked the time I spent with him in the early morning hours of the park. Alone, the two of us, exploring each others bodies to the fullest...all the while knowing, thinking in the back of our minds that at any moment, any second, someone could come up on us, catching him mid thrust inside me... the thought of being caught intensifying the pleasure, the feeling of being taken by a stranger... More
I think perhaps, the first time we ran together on the trail, I was flirting with him, at least unconsciously, by body allowing my hips to sway sensually from side-to-side, the erotic influence of my ass in front of him quickly becoming the center of his attention. In hindsight, I guess that could be why it happened why I allowed things to go as far as they did. Why, as I turned the corner of the trial just near an abandoned storage shed he grabbed me roughly by the arm and pulled me just off the joggers trail, his hands roaming over my body, racing over my clothes as he pulled them away.
“Mmm,” I moaned in a deep nervous voice, not too opposed to his sudden sexual gesture, “what… what if someone sees us?” I asked as the bare excitement of prying eyes watching us washed over me, my body coming to life like a lit match, only to get a deepened grunt for an answer as he placed soft, tender kisses down my neck, instantly sending a shiver of elation through me. “Mmm,” I gasped, quietly feeling the heat of his breath caressing my flesh, arousing the tiny hairs on the back of my neck. “If someone sees us… they see us,” he said coarsely, mocking my words, my thoughts, my worries nothing more than an erotically exciting thought.
“What if someone hears you screaming?” he asked me, his arms roping around me, draping the tips of his fingers between my thighs, only to brush them roughly against my opening, forcing the sensual pressure inside me to build even more. The hunger inside me rising to a boil, as I grew wet with exhilaration, “Wait… please,” I begged as my eyes roamed around the trees for any signs of life, only to feel him grind his crotch against my ass, the firmness of his cock growing harder by the second as he pressed it between the rounds of my cheeks. “Mmm… I guess they will hear you scream.” he grunted deeply before gliding the tip of his tongue over my neck once more, brushing his sharpen fangs against my flesh before biting into me, piercing my soft skin, the ecstasy mixed with intoxicating pain overtaking me, rattling through me as I took a deep breath.