Russell and I have been through a lot together, but there’s one romantic encounter I don’t think we'll ever live down. My cheeks are red just thinking about it!
When my delicious partner and I were just starting out, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Not that we can now, but back then we would be lip-locked every time the car came to a red light. One sunny afternoon, we were driving along when Russell pulled a gift out of the back seat. He couldn’t wait to give it to me. The Perfumed Garden, a gorgeous sex manual bursting with erotic images and ideas.
I delved straight into the book, despite the fact that we were in the car and in plain view of everyone else on the road. Those glossy photos of golden-skinned guys and bare naked girls gettin’ it on had me wading in a puddle of my own juices before you could say, “horny as hell!”
Of course, it didn’t take too much convincing to get my partner to pull over. The only question was, where? Russell suggested we take a walk around a lovely historical site nearby: an old hotel fallen into disuse, but still boasting beautiful gardens and grounds. Surely we could find an abandoned nook where the ivy was overgrown around lattice-work and the only onlookers were Romanesque statuary.
Well, we were all over each other before we even managed to open the car door. Big deal, we figured. Even the view from the parking lot was green and lush, and anyway, there wasn't a soul in sight. Nobody would ever know Russell leaned in to kiss me hard. Launching his strong hand beneath my Asian-styled skirt, he pressed his whole palm against my mound. That intense pressure of Russell rubbing my clit up and down on top of my cotton thong had me dying for a good fuck.
I struggled, as always, with Russell’s belt buckle until he gave in and undid it for me. The zipper, I could handle on my own. When I reached into his khakis, I found his cock hard as a steel rod and responsive as a lie-detector. I pulled out that rigid meat through the slit in his black cotton jockeys, and my mouth was magnetically drawn down to it. That penis of his exerts quite a force! As I wrapped my glossy lips around his rod, flicking the tip before sucking on his gorgeous shaft, my man released a moan like a wild animal. That throaty sound heightened my arousal, and I just had to feel Russell’s meat piercing my pussy.
Russell let his seat fall back. I climbed on top of him, purring like a jungle cat. Pulling my thong to the side, I set my knees on either side of my man. I sank down onto him, gasping as his cockhead met the needy flesh of my lower lips. When he penetrated me, I could have bitten a hole in his shoulder, I was so turned on.
As I sucked on his neck, plunging my pussy against him in exaggerated thrusts, Russell ran his hands up my thighs, dragging my skirt up and over my waist until my ass was waving through the air like a flag. Grasping my bare butt in his big hands, he pulled my body towards his, increasing the power of my thrusting.
I don’t know if it was more to stimulate my clit or protect his pants from my pussy juice, but Russell slid his expert fingers between our bodies, rubbing and teasing my hot button. That made me thrust even harder against him, even though my thighs were about to run out of steam from the intensity of this workout. That’s when I started to feel a familiar warmth circling like a whirlpool inside my pussy.
A tingling sensation wove its way outwards until my whole abdomen was hopping, skipping and jumping with delight. When I felt a primal scream coming on, I locked my lips with Russell’s. My pleasure cries combined with his orgasmic whimpering as my pussy muscles clamped down hard against his volcanic cock.
Lost in love, we weren't paying all that much attention to our surroundings. After all, when we started out the parking lot was completely deserted. That’s when I noticed the look of terror frozen onto Russell’s face. Glancing out the car window, I suddenly realized there was an entire wedding party standing next to our vehicle. Yes, that's right. Bride, groom, maid of honour, best man, bridesmaids, and on and on, all politely trying to ignore the couple breeding in the car next to their pretty white limo.
Well, I sheepishly hauled my bare ass out of the air while my partner tucked his happy cock away, and let me tell you, we raced out of there as fast as our wheels could take us. Imagine those wedding photos!
About the Author: Eroticist, environmentalist and pastry enthusiast Giselle Renarde is a proud Canadian, committed volunteer, and supporter of the arts. For Giselle, a perfect day involves watching a snowstorm rage outside with a cup of tea in one hand and a chocolate truffle in the other. Ms Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head. Giselle Renarde is author of Cunning Little Vixens,Tangled Roots, The Birthday Gift, and Kandinsky's Shirt Button (eXcessica), Beneath the Ice and Third Rail (loveyoudivine) and short story contributor to numerous anthologies. For more information on Giselle and her work, visit her website at www.freewebs.com/gisellerenarde or her blog, Donuts & Desires, www.donutsdesires.blogspot.com