Saturday Spice - Spring

Warning! Adult Content

We were walking that afternoon, as we often do. Even though there was a fine mist falling, it was one of the first jacketless days. There was nothing in particular about the day that made us exceptionally playful. We just were. No overly seductive innuendos interspersed in our conversation as so frequently are, no excessive teasing touches between us though we were in constant contact.

Just an average day on the surface. Underneath, however, there was a current between us, a connection so sexually charged that everyone who passed too close was caught up in it as well. They could tell, as did we, that there would come a moment in the not too distant future when neither of us could deny the pull any longer and we would need to find a semi-secluded spot to slake our escalating desires.

We continued strolling, the mist magical, permeating our skin, enhancing our arousal, each look, added foreplay. Without discussing our destination, we ambled to the cemetery. There was a burial service near the entrance. With great difficulty, we contained our bubbling laughter out of respect for the dearly departed. We wandered a ways down the hill to the older section, still within sight of those gathered, visible should any choose to monitor our progress.

We stopped when we reached an intricately carved tombstone. Beautiful. We’d noticed it on our previous rambles and were always drawn to it. Halting on the far side of the massive stone, he slid me before him, his front to my back. Reaching around me, he pushed open my jeans and slid them down over my hips. Hands cupped my mound, fingers parted my slit, worked my clit, penetrated as he nipped the nape of my neck.

I reached behind me, clasped his hips to pull him close, his erection straining for freedom against my ass. A whispered plea was all he needed to extract it. Shoving my shirt up out of the way, he leaned me forward so my breasts were crushed against the damp marker. Clenching my hips with his large, strong hands, he thrust his cock balls deep, grunting at my muffled cry. Steadily he pumped, over and over, the motion scraping my nipples over the granite. If that weren’t enough stimulation, he began to spank me, alternating cheeks as he went. Our motions were frenzied though we were not in any rush. We began to speak, our words of encouragement and lust taking us higher and higher.

The ceremony on the hill was nearing its end and so were we. I suspect we were being observed but neither of us cared. The pleasures we were experiencing were too exquisite for anything else to matter. With one final powerful thrust, he grabbed my shoulder, arching my back as he bent over me and fastened his teeth into my soft flesh. Feeling his hot seed spewing into me, I quivered and came. We slumped, spent, against the wet stone as the mourners left the gravesite, a few casting curious glances our way.

When we caught our breath, fixed our clothes and went on our merry way. Mm, nothing quite like a walk in the misty springtime.

© 2009 Barbara Huffert