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***This story is based on a fling I had last Summer, from the memories we have***
I like how her dark black hair falls into her eyes, and I notice I'm staring as she gets out of her little blue sports car. It's a short shag at this point; she looks boyish with her small lanky frame in her joggers and baggy black tee. I love how androgynous she looks how she carries herself.
"What?" she says, smiling.
I realize I am probably looking at her funny. It's always strange seeing each other; it's only been a few times. She never calls me, but we have an understanding. I think. We meet up. I know we aren't met to be together or anything. I wish we were, sometimes, when we are talking, late at night, when she holds me. She infuriates me sometimes with her inattentiveness. We always meet on her terms. I think she knows I'm desperate for her, and the thought makes me cringe.
"Nothing," I swivel, though I want to grab her hand as she did on that first night we were in my car at the drive-ins.
She was so needy for me then. She seems distant now.
She was thirty minutes late. I don't mention it, just happy she is here now. I feel a little upset but mask it. I would always wait for her, and I think she knows that. It's pathetic, I know. But with her, I can't help myself.
Have you hiked here before? I lead her towards the entrance of a redwood grove. This hike, I know, is short, it has an endpoint we can reach to watch the sunset, but the sun is setting quickly.
I don' think so, she says.
I wonder if she is thinking about being seen with me. I am tall and femme, and she looks gay if people know what that looks like. It's part of her swagger that makes my knees weak. It must be evident to others because we talk about the presentation throughout the walk. She describes a play she was in, where she played a boy, remembering that she told herself if it felt right, she would go with that, gender-wise. The results were inconclusive.
"Passing" is not an option for her. She's pretty, in a handsome sort of way, but the way she carries her body defies all understandings of straightness. At least in my gay-ass perspective.
It's dark in the grove under the redwoods up the crevice of the valley. Several times I use the dimness as an excuse to hold onto her muscular arm for support, gripping it softly as I catch my balance. I am panting as we reach the kurtköy escort (https://hnuu.net/kurtkoy-escort) top of the ravine, and she is not. She scaled it effortlessly. I try to catch my breath.
We reach the top of the mountain as golden rays shoot over the tops of the trees, casting long shadows over the tops of the mountains. The dusk air is lavender and warm.
We can sit here, I say, motioning to the edge of a sloping cliff. I spread out a rainbow towel. It's gay. I giggle. She scoff-laughs accommodatingly.
I lean back onto the towel after opening my water bottle and taking a swig, then offering it to her. She raises it to her lips and sips some. I lay back on the towel. She scoots closer to me, and I reach for her as she reaches for me, pulling me into an embrace. I sigh deeply. She feels so good. Her warmth makes me melt into her.
Then her lips are on mine. I kiss her hungrily, feeling her tongue part my lips as I hold her neck.
I shift my body onto hers, feeling her hands slide over my baggy cargo pants, up my middle where my black spandex is intentionally exposed, and then up to my strappy black and grey sports bra.
I pull away and nuzzle into her neck as she continues to feel my body. Her eyes are closed as she explores me, pausing over my ass to squeeze it gently. I feel my pussy get warmer and softer at her touch, dripping in my spandex.
My hips are gently but rhythmically moving against her, and she opens her eyes and looks at me. I stare at her, watching her eyes. One of them is lazy and opens slower than the other, blinking up at me. With her dark lashes framing her even darker eyes, it's an endearing trait.
My voice is husky with lust when I speak again. "The sun is setting quickly. Let's get back to the car?"
She nods and pushes me off of her. I scramble up, and we gather everything and run down the mountain, then back through the gorge, where it is now dark. I almost trip over the roots of the redwoods at one point and grab her hand for support. Once I regain my balance, I lace her fingers with mine, not letting go. We hold hands for the rest of the hike back, only breaking away when the path narrows so much we have to walk single file.
Our cars are the last two in the dirt parking lot. The air smells crisp. I get into my car, and she goes to hers. Putting her bag back. I get into my driver's seat, applying chapstick and taking another sip aydıntepe escort (https://hnuu.net/aydintepe-escort) of water. She opens my passenger side and slides in. I offer her some, and she slides closer to me over the console.
"Let's get in the back seat," I blurt. She smirks at me. I get the sense that my directness and demands for her make her cocky.
"Alright," she says, opening the door and swinging her legs out, then opening the back door up and sliding in. I scramble over the middle of the car and fall into the back seat with her, intentionally crashing into her as she gets in, laughing. She leans back, watching me as I climb into her lap, straddling her with my thighs so that my breasts are in her face. She's looking down at my bare stomach as she runs her hands up and down my thighs methodically, then as she explores my middle, expertly avoiding the tender spot between my legs, teasing me. I begin to grind on her lap desperately; my layers are making it difficult to get as close to her as I want to be.
I pull away from her, panting. I slump next to her, realizing how excited she's made me, trying to catch my breath. My bra exposes what little tits I have to her as I shimmy to get out of my pants and then yank my bra off. She watches me greedily as I undress down to my above the knee black spandex.
I get on her again, taking her hands and placing them on my ass, squeezing my cheeks tightly. I grind on her again, teasing her as I kiss and nibble and lick her soft neck. My spandex are soaked, and I take her hand and guide it down my stomach and under my waistband to feel how ready I am for her as she continues to cup and work on my ass with her other hand.
She smiles as she feels my slit, running her fingers gingerly up and down my opening as I have taught her to do. I gasp and buck on her fingers, my body moving over her fingers so that they move towards my entrance.
"Please"
She smiles grins devilishly at me. Then furrows her brow and plunges inside of me. I whimper at the sensation of her entering my wetness, fucking me quickly with her slender fingers. I whimper and ride her fingers, feeling waves of pleasure ripple through my core, making me shake on her as I grind. Each thrust feels excruciatingly pleasurable, and I can't help but whine and plead for her to fuck me faster and faster.
"Fuuuuuck," I whisper. She's always relatively silent when we fuck, so tuzla içmeler escort (https://hnuu.net/tuzla-icmeler-escort) I use my own voice to turn me on, with how whiny and pleading and desperate it is.
"Oh yeahhhh. Yes! Fuck, FUCK! Fuck me, fuck me fuck meee."
I maneuver off her lap and onto my arms, so my back is arched on her sideways over her lap. I use my entire body to grind on her fingers while she holds them in place. She laughs in amazement at my body working over her.
"What?!" I demand. "What's so funny?"
She shakes her head, caressing me as I continue to grind. "Nothing. That's just really hot. I didn't expect it".
"You didn't expect what."
I slow down on her fingers, so she is still inside me, making my body buck involuntarily.
"Just this. The way that you're moving like that. I like it. And the noises you're making. It's cute".
"You're cute," I shoot back, delirious from our sex. She looks away. I think I've made her shy.
I pull her down to lie next to me, stroking her body as she explores mine. She peels off my shorts as my hands slide up under her tee, feeling her taught stomach, then her toned arms. She's so strong. I could stay in her arms forever.
"What else are you into?" I ask.
She doesn't stop playing with my body as she responds to me. "I dunno. I watch porn that is like POV of girls getting fucked mainly."
"Do you watch porn?"
I'm silent, thinking.
"So you don't."
"No, I didn't say that," I protest, "I'm just thinking. Mmm. I believe generally lesbians in like home videos. They're the most authentic, like real couples.
She's silent.
"Like, "I Ride her Fingers Until I Come" was one," I say. I laugh. "Anything passionate where I can hear what they're doing loud and clear. Especially when someone is getting fingered."
She sits me up so that I can climb into her lap again.
"What else do they do in what you watch," she asks, watching my body, and she runs her fingers up and down my slit again.
In between gasps at her teasing me, I manage, "I can't talk to you when you're touching me like that," I plead with her.
"Touching you like what?"
"The way...you're sliding your fingers...up and down...my pussy" I gasp. "I love this. Please don't stop. Please don't stop. Dont stop"
"How am I touching you?" she says. "Keeping talking" Her voice is demanding. At this point, I can't manage to form sentences.
"O-okay," I whimper. "You're making me so wet. I know you feel how wet I am. My pussy needs you to play with me."
"Mm," she slurs, "you feel really good."
"Can I sit on your face?" I ask.
To be continued...
I like how her dark black hair falls into her eyes, and I notice I'm staring as she gets out of her little blue sports car. It's a short shag at this point; she looks boyish with her small lanky frame in her joggers and baggy black tee. I love how androgynous she looks how she carries herself.
"What?" she says, smiling.
I realize I am probably looking at her funny. It's always strange seeing each other; it's only been a few times. She never calls me, but we have an understanding. I think. We meet up. I know we aren't met to be together or anything. I wish we were, sometimes, when we are talking, late at night, when she holds me. She infuriates me sometimes with her inattentiveness. We always meet on her terms. I think she knows I'm desperate for her, and the thought makes me cringe.
"Nothing," I swivel, though I want to grab her hand as she did on that first night we were in my car at the drive-ins.
She was so needy for me then. She seems distant now.
She was thirty minutes late. I don't mention it, just happy she is here now. I feel a little upset but mask it. I would always wait for her, and I think she knows that. It's pathetic, I know. But with her, I can't help myself.
Have you hiked here before? I lead her towards the entrance of a redwood grove. This hike, I know, is short, it has an endpoint we can reach to watch the sunset, but the sun is setting quickly.
I don' think so, she says.
I wonder if she is thinking about being seen with me. I am tall and femme, and she looks gay if people know what that looks like. It's part of her swagger that makes my knees weak. It must be evident to others because we talk about the presentation throughout the walk. She describes a play she was in, where she played a boy, remembering that she told herself if it felt right, she would go with that, gender-wise. The results were inconclusive.
"Passing" is not an option for her. She's pretty, in a handsome sort of way, but the way she carries her body defies all understandings of straightness. At least in my gay-ass perspective.
It's dark in the grove under the redwoods up the crevice of the valley. Several times I use the dimness as an excuse to hold onto her muscular arm for support, gripping it softly as I catch my balance. I am panting as we reach the kurtköy escort (https://hnuu.net/kurtkoy-escort) top of the ravine, and she is not. She scaled it effortlessly. I try to catch my breath.
We reach the top of the mountain as golden rays shoot over the tops of the trees, casting long shadows over the tops of the mountains. The dusk air is lavender and warm.
We can sit here, I say, motioning to the edge of a sloping cliff. I spread out a rainbow towel. It's gay. I giggle. She scoff-laughs accommodatingly.
I lean back onto the towel after opening my water bottle and taking a swig, then offering it to her. She raises it to her lips and sips some. I lay back on the towel. She scoots closer to me, and I reach for her as she reaches for me, pulling me into an embrace. I sigh deeply. She feels so good. Her warmth makes me melt into her.
Then her lips are on mine. I kiss her hungrily, feeling her tongue part my lips as I hold her neck.
I shift my body onto hers, feeling her hands slide over my baggy cargo pants, up my middle where my black spandex is intentionally exposed, and then up to my strappy black and grey sports bra.
I pull away and nuzzle into her neck as she continues to feel my body. Her eyes are closed as she explores me, pausing over my ass to squeeze it gently. I feel my pussy get warmer and softer at her touch, dripping in my spandex.
My hips are gently but rhythmically moving against her, and she opens her eyes and looks at me. I stare at her, watching her eyes. One of them is lazy and opens slower than the other, blinking up at me. With her dark lashes framing her even darker eyes, it's an endearing trait.
My voice is husky with lust when I speak again. "The sun is setting quickly. Let's get back to the car?"
She nods and pushes me off of her. I scramble up, and we gather everything and run down the mountain, then back through the gorge, where it is now dark. I almost trip over the roots of the redwoods at one point and grab her hand for support. Once I regain my balance, I lace her fingers with mine, not letting go. We hold hands for the rest of the hike back, only breaking away when the path narrows so much we have to walk single file.
Our cars are the last two in the dirt parking lot. The air smells crisp. I get into my car, and she goes to hers. Putting her bag back. I get into my driver's seat, applying chapstick and taking another sip aydıntepe escort (https://hnuu.net/aydintepe-escort) of water. She opens my passenger side and slides in. I offer her some, and she slides closer to me over the console.
"Let's get in the back seat," I blurt. She smirks at me. I get the sense that my directness and demands for her make her cocky.
"Alright," she says, opening the door and swinging her legs out, then opening the back door up and sliding in. I scramble over the middle of the car and fall into the back seat with her, intentionally crashing into her as she gets in, laughing. She leans back, watching me as I climb into her lap, straddling her with my thighs so that my breasts are in her face. She's looking down at my bare stomach as she runs her hands up and down my thighs methodically, then as she explores my middle, expertly avoiding the tender spot between my legs, teasing me. I begin to grind on her lap desperately; my layers are making it difficult to get as close to her as I want to be.
I pull away from her, panting. I slump next to her, realizing how excited she's made me, trying to catch my breath. My bra exposes what little tits I have to her as I shimmy to get out of my pants and then yank my bra off. She watches me greedily as I undress down to my above the knee black spandex.
I get on her again, taking her hands and placing them on my ass, squeezing my cheeks tightly. I grind on her again, teasing her as I kiss and nibble and lick her soft neck. My spandex are soaked, and I take her hand and guide it down my stomach and under my waistband to feel how ready I am for her as she continues to cup and work on my ass with her other hand.
She smiles as she feels my slit, running her fingers gingerly up and down my opening as I have taught her to do. I gasp and buck on her fingers, my body moving over her fingers so that they move towards my entrance.
"Please"
She smiles grins devilishly at me. Then furrows her brow and plunges inside of me. I whimper at the sensation of her entering my wetness, fucking me quickly with her slender fingers. I whimper and ride her fingers, feeling waves of pleasure ripple through my core, making me shake on her as I grind. Each thrust feels excruciatingly pleasurable, and I can't help but whine and plead for her to fuck me faster and faster.
"Fuuuuuck," I whisper. She's always relatively silent when we fuck, so tuzla içmeler escort (https://hnuu.net/tuzla-icmeler-escort) I use my own voice to turn me on, with how whiny and pleading and desperate it is.
"Oh yeahhhh. Yes! Fuck, FUCK! Fuck me, fuck me fuck meee."
I maneuver off her lap and onto my arms, so my back is arched on her sideways over her lap. I use my entire body to grind on her fingers while she holds them in place. She laughs in amazement at my body working over her.
"What?!" I demand. "What's so funny?"
She shakes her head, caressing me as I continue to grind. "Nothing. That's just really hot. I didn't expect it".
"You didn't expect what."
I slow down on her fingers, so she is still inside me, making my body buck involuntarily.
"Just this. The way that you're moving like that. I like it. And the noises you're making. It's cute".
"You're cute," I shoot back, delirious from our sex. She looks away. I think I've made her shy.
I pull her down to lie next to me, stroking her body as she explores mine. She peels off my shorts as my hands slide up under her tee, feeling her taught stomach, then her toned arms. She's so strong. I could stay in her arms forever.
"What else are you into?" I ask.
She doesn't stop playing with my body as she responds to me. "I dunno. I watch porn that is like POV of girls getting fucked mainly."
"Do you watch porn?"
I'm silent, thinking.
"So you don't."
"No, I didn't say that," I protest, "I'm just thinking. Mmm. I believe generally lesbians in like home videos. They're the most authentic, like real couples.
She's silent.
"Like, "I Ride her Fingers Until I Come" was one," I say. I laugh. "Anything passionate where I can hear what they're doing loud and clear. Especially when someone is getting fingered."
She sits me up so that I can climb into her lap again.
"What else do they do in what you watch," she asks, watching my body, and she runs her fingers up and down my slit again.
In between gasps at her teasing me, I manage, "I can't talk to you when you're touching me like that," I plead with her.
"Touching you like what?"
"The way...you're sliding your fingers...up and down...my pussy" I gasp. "I love this. Please don't stop. Please don't stop. Dont stop"
"How am I touching you?" she says. "Keeping talking" Her voice is demanding. At this point, I can't manage to form sentences.
"O-okay," I whimper. "You're making me so wet. I know you feel how wet I am. My pussy needs you to play with me."
"Mm," she slurs, "you feel really good."
"Can I sit on your face?" I ask.
To be continued...