The Lookout: Part 1

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The Lookout: Part 1(A semi-fictional tale)The lookout is deserted when you arrive.When we’d discussed it, the middle of a working day in the mountains seemed like a safe enough bet, but you’re still relieved.You get out of your car, the breeze a little cool, but not cold and, as you walk down the few steps to the lookout itself, the sun feels warm on your back.You lean on the railing taking in the sweeping views across the valley, the sandstone escarpment a yellow slash in the green of the eucalypt haze…the smell and the sounds of the bush.The crunch of tires as a car pulls up in the carpark, is an intrusion, but you don’t turn.Footsteps scuffing on the path, getting closer to you…”Hey…” still not turning,”Hey, yourself. Found it OK then?” I’m standing next to you looking out at the view.”Obviously…”, a smile in your voice, eyes still fixed ahead at the view.I move closer to you, behind you, arms around you. “Nice?””it’s a good spot…” you’re still looking ahead, but I feel the shift of your body as you ease back against me, an almost imperceptible change.I bebek escort move forward slightly, my cheek against your hair, “glad you came?”You reach up and touch my cheek, snuggling into me.”what do you reckon?” the smile in your voice, as you push your hips back gently rubbing against my crotch.My arousal is an immediate and involuntary response to you.You turn in my arms, tilting your chin to me, inviting the kiss… gentle, soft brushes of our lips, electric.And then slow, full and open-mouthed, we’re enveloped by the warmth and sweetness of the kiss, tongues in intimate exploration. Your arms around my neck, mine locked behind your back, pulling each other closer.The sensation of your body pressed against mine is almost unbearable, my hands cupping your ass, pressing you against me…my hardness evident, un-hideable, pressed between us.Your hands now pressed against my chest, lifting my shirt, the coolness of your palms against my skin.The kiss deepens, lips mashed together, harder, urgent, rougher now.Gripping levent escort your ass, pulling the hem of your dress upward, fingers finding skin, pulling your skirt up around your waist, sliding between your thighs, the kiss unbroken.My fingers sliding upwards, you shifting your stance, affording me better access, your nails scratching gently across the skin of my chest, over my stomach.You press your tongue harder into my mouth as my fingers move up between your legs, brushing against the lace of your panties.My finger and thumb gently rubbing, the wetness of you obvious through the material…you move yourself against the pressure of my fingers, I can feel your pulse, throbbing.I move my free hand from your ass, stroking your cheek, breaking the kiss, pushing you back against the railing of the lookout, the sheer drop behind us. Your eyes are half closed, but locked with mine, your hands half pushing me away, and then pulling me back towards you as I slip my fingers inside your panties… Opening you with halkalı escort one swift movement of finger and thumb.Silence, save for the sounds of the bush, the breeze, and your moan as my fingers slip inside you, thumb pressed against your clit… And then my mouth on yours stifling your moan.Fingers working inside you now, my free hand pulling the top of your dress from your shoulders, exposing your breasts.Your nipples hard peaks as I rub my palm over them, breaking the kiss once more to allow my mouth to follow my hand.Sucking each tit into my mouth… In turn, licking and nibbling. Sucking each hard point into my mouth, tongue rolling over the swollen flesh, trapped between my lips, tongue and the roof of my mouth.All the time my fingers working further inside the hot swollen wetness of you.My hand is soaked with your juices, you’re bucking your hips against me, hands in my hair as I gently bite your nipples.I can feel your orgasm rising, grinding against my hand, pulling my hair, your back arched.I work my fingers deeper inside you. Thumb pressed on the hard swollen bud of your clit, the tips of my fingers rubbing the sensitive spot directly behind it inside you.And then you’re coming, your moans loud and echoing in the mountain air…Now you’re slumping against me, half-heartedly trying to push me away. to catch your breath…To be continued… (Depending on comments 😉 )

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