Through the branches I could see glimpses of them. I could hear their frenzied breathing, laughter, and the rustle of clothing being discarded amongst the autumn leaves. They did not know that I was there. How could they? I had watched them arrive though I knew that this was where they met. It was their secret place but I got here first.
He was standing over her now and watching whilst she lifted her hips to slide her panties down over her thighs. Her shoes were still on and I liked that. I like the way her white flesh ended in that hard leather. He was pulling at his belt buckle and then unpopped the buttons on his jeans. They spread open and his large cock rose from between the denim curtains. She giggled and reached up for him, pulling on him, dragging him down towards her. She wanted him and I wanted her to want him.
I did not move. I did not breathe though I was tingling at the sight of them. I watched as he moved down and knelt between her parted legs. She moaned as he lapped at her and a strange silence hung in the air punctuated only by her soft moans, his wet licking. She must be so wet by now. I was wet too. I could imagine how his tongue would feel. I knew that tongue. I knew that what he was doing to her, he had once done to me. I enjoyed the power of that knowledge and reached down to touch myself.
He took his hard cock in his hand and told her to watch as he twisted his strong hand round the shaft of him, making the skin strain and his tip burn with that purple hue of desire. I watched as he spat on his hands. I had liked it when he did that, praised him for it. I had taught him well.
And then he moved between her legs, pushing himself deep inside her. He slid in easily and she gasped at the sheer size of him as he ground himself deeper into her. He began to thrust – slowly at first and she moaned and tipped her head back against the damp leaves, her blonde hair spreading and tangling itself amongst the roots of the tree. She peaked and that pushed him forwards. this would be no slow, shuddering peak. He was going faster now and I knew that within seconds he too would peek and his hot seed would spill out inside her. She would feel that wave of warmth deep inside her and its presence would create a deeper orgasm. That too was a memory – the feel of a climax which emerged like waves from the very core of her, rippling out from her centre so that she would forget herself in the softness of it.
He fell forwards onto her and I knew to wait for a few minutes. There would be no lingering caress, no whispered tenderness. For a second she reached out towards him, to stroke his face perhaps, but then her hand withdrew and she reached for her scattered clothing which lay around them like discarded papers. He rolled off and lay on his back. His wet cock glistened in the autumn sunshine and he closed his eyes, as if to sleep. But he was not sleeping, he was hiding his eyes from the sight of her as she pulled her clothes towards her and tried to dress without standing up.
When her clothes were on, she stood up. “Same time next week?”
He looked over towards the bush where I was hidden, and nodded. “Same time next week, yes.”
And I nodded back at him. Same time next week.
Another Friday Quickie for you. I hope you are enjoying these little stories. I have had a busy week of writing “Hunting the Tiger” and cannot wait to share a few snippets with you. But not yet… I am not ready to share my characters yet – they are too precious, they are not quite ready! When they are, you will be the first to know.
I would love some of your ideas for FQ stories. If you have something you would like to share then do leave a comment. The most enticing idea will be popped in my notebook so that the seed can germinate between those darkened covers. If I do decide that your idea is intoxicating then I might even send you a free copy of “Maid For Pleasure”, my first novel about a Victorian girl who is taught the art of seduction. Pleasing her master is all that she desires.
If you can’t wait then you can get the book by clicking on the link on my Bookshelf page which is HERE.
Until then, have a sensual and fulfilling weekend my loves,