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Strangers by Tricia
I’m walking down the path at the festival when I notice you staring at me. I look back for a moment then continue talking with my friends, keeping watch on you out of the corner of my eye.
My friends and I stop at a booth selling jewelry that is right across from the food stand where you are working. I lean over to pick up something from a basket on the ground, knowing that you are probably assessing my ass and legs. I circle the table, and when I am directly across from you, I bend down to examine something closely – giving you a perfect view when my shirt falls away from my breasts. My hair falls forward, obscuring my cleavage, and I push it back up behind my ear. You’re not sure, but you think I may have smiled at you when I did that.
This area of the festival is clearing out because of a big event starting on the other side. My friends and I soon head off in that direction, as well. I glance back once, just in time to catch you watching me walk away; I giggle because you appear flustered and drop the change you are handing your customer.
Suddenly, the sky darkens and a few large raindrops begin to fall. Everyone looks up, surprised by the unexpected storm. The few people remaining nearby find shelter, several under the awning of your food stand. You step out from behind the counter to check the sky and see me running back down the path, toward you, alone. The rain begins to fall hard and my clothes are soaked before I can make it to the shelter. The flimsy fabric of my white shirt clings to my skin which shows through clearly. The lacy white bra underneath is fully visible and it barely obscures my nipples as they harden and strain against the fabric.
Along with everyone else, I stand under the awning watching the rain. But I have positioned myself directly in front of you, as if by chance. The rain was almost warm, but the wind on my skin makes me shiver slightly. Without thinking, you reach out and rub my arms to warm me. I barely acknowledge it but step back closer to you and you hear me say, “mmmm,” quietly.
Encouraged, and realizing you shouldn’t wait for me to talk to you, you move your fingers into my hair and pull it out of my face. You continue to rub my shoulders and arms to warm me. I lean into you until I am resting against your chest. You can feel me beginning to breathe a little hard as I feel your big hands gliding gently over me – lingering and exploring – although to the rest of the people stranded under the awning, it appears that you are simply keeping me warm. I move my body against yours, taking measure of your chest against my shoulders. I push my ass back into you and can feel that your cock is growing hard as your hands move across my slick, wet skin. Your fingertips trail down my neck slowly and trace over my collarbone. I can feel your fingertips moving down, caressing the soft skin on my chest, pressing toward the swell of my breasts. Before your fingers slip under the fabric of my shirt, I hear you draw a breath and move your hand away.
Your face is resting against my wet hair – your mouth mere inches from my ear -- but still neither of us says a thing. Our quickening breath is communicating all that we need to know. Your hands grip my waist and you pull me closer. I reach back and grip your hips, pulling you into me, as well.
You move your flat hand onto my belly, stroking just under my shirt. You possessively hold me to you and I draw such a sharp breath that the man standing next to us glances over. He quickly looks away, embarrassed by the expression on my face as I am clearly getting carried away by your tender touches.
Your fingers dip into the waistband of my skirt, moving slowly down. My belly rises and falls sharply as my excitement builds with my awareness of your hand and where it is headed. But, again, though I am not discouraging you, you stop.
Your hand presses into me, moving down the front of my hip to the top of my thigh. You spread your fingers apart and your fingertips curl slightly under the hem of my skirt. I am sure that you will feel the heat radiating from between my legs. I press back into you and feel your swollen cock pressing into my ass. I can’t help myself and I move my hand between us until it finds you. I curl my hand around the length of your now rock-hard cock and we both let out small moans.
The sound surprises the two of us as much as it does the small group standing there waiting out the rain. We look up at them and they at us, frozen for a moment. Then, you take my hand and pull me after you back out into the rain. I quickly follow you around behind the food stand, past the trucks filled with supplies, and into a large stand of trees.
The moment we are out of sight, you pull me in front of you, press my back against a large tree and look down at me. I look back up at you and almost manage to speak before we are kissing – hard and desperate. Our lips press roughly into each other’s, your lips and tongue force my mouth open. Our tongues thrust eagerly into each other’s mouths as our lips grab at each other. Your hands hold my face firmly, as if I was trying to get away, but I am grabbing you around the neck, pulling you down to me.
With your lips never leaving mine, your hands move down my neck, over my chest and pull apart the buttons of my shirt, pushing it off while running your hand across my skin. I am whimpering with the excitement now, making small noises of protest at every impediment as I push your shirt up and over your head and struggle to unbutton your pants.
You pull me to you and my soft breasts are pressed into your chest as you reach behind me and unhook my bra. You step back and are suddenly still. You look at me, gazing up and down my body. Then, slowly and carefully, with your eyes full of heat, you slip your hands under my bra straps and push it over my shoulders and off me.
As my bra drops to the ground, you lean in and kiss my shoulders, moving down my body with your warm mouth. Your hands lay flat on my body, and run from my shoulders down my chest until you are holding my breasts in both hands. You lift one up and lower your mouth to it. Your kisses make small warm spots as the raindrops continue to fall on my skin. By the time you approach my nipple, the areola is wrinkled and stiff and my nipple is hard and aching for your mouth. You press into the flesh around my nipple with your tongue – exploring the soft skin, the darker skin surrounding my nipple and, finally, circle the hard, sensitive nipple itself. When you finally draw my nipple into your mouth, I cry out desperately and lean back into the tree. Your arm encircles my waist and you support me as you make me weak with the sensations you are creating in my breasts.
I breathe loudly, whimpering and moaning, as your mouth makes love first to one nipple, then the other. My body shakes as the sensations shoot through me, flooding my pussy with moisture.
You kiss between my breasts, then trail your tongue down my body. Kneeling in front of me, you kiss and lightly lick my stomach, moving slowly down as your hands caress my thighs and move up under my skirt. Your fingers move inside my panties and grip my ass as you pull my body into your face. I reach down and unfasten my skirt, pushing it down. You grab it and yank it to the ground, taking my panties down with it.
Again, you pull back and look piercingly at me, naked now, leaning against the tree and breathing hard. I smile down at you, biting my lip as I pant with excitement and anticipation. You place your hand on my belly and move it down, pressing firmly as you move across my pubic mound, trailing your fingers until they are tracing the length of my pussy lips. You draw in a sharp breath as you realize how wet I am. You can’t resist allowing two fingers to slide in. When I gasp and grip your shoulder, you continue to move your fingers inside, pushing into the steamy hot, silky flesh. My pussy envelopes your fingers as they move deeper into me. I clutch the tree behind me and cry out, as you curl your fingers and press forward. Your fingers move in and out of me, finding and then focusing on my most sensitive spot as I begin to cry out with pleasure. You watch as the feelings shooting through my pussy reveal themselves on my face. The intensity builds, spreading from my pussy into my stomach until my body feels like just a mass of nerve endings and my mind slips away from me. I cry out, over and over with each thrust, and then a long wail escapes me and warm liquid gushes out of me, flowing over your hand. You bury your face between my legs, licking the juices from my thighs and pussy lips. Your tongue circles my clit and licks around your fingers, still buried in me. You gently suck on my flesh and continue to thrust your fingers hard into me until my legs weaken and I fall to my knees, collapsing against your body.
Facing each other on our knees, you pull me close to you, nearly lifting me off the ground as you kiss me. Your mouth closes over mine and I can taste my juices on your lips and tongue. I grab at your pants and finally pull them off before pushing you back onto the thick, soft grass. I crawl over your body, kissing your neck, then your shoulders and chest with light, warm kisses. I lick drops of rain from your skin, savoring the taste of you mixed with the clean rain. My breasts sway as I move, sliding across your wet chest and stomach.
I push your boxers down, out of my way, my breasts stroking your cock as you lift your hips to help. I smile up at you then look back down at your impossibly hard cock as raindrops fall onto it. I trail my finger from the head of your cock along the underside, down to your balls and then lean down and trace the same path back up with my tongue. You moan, powerfully stoking the fire of my excitement. I swirl my tongue around the head of your cock, then wrap my wet lips around it and find myself moaning quietly. I hear you gasp and it excites me even further – I can think of nothing now but getting your cock deep in my mouth. I plant myself on all fours above your cock and slide my wet lips all the way down your cock, sucking you deep into my mouth. I grip the base of your cock with one hand and move my mouth out again, following with my hand - stroking you in and out with my hot, wet mouth and my soft hand. You moan loudly as your stomach tightens and you feel your balls tighten. But you don’t want to cum yet. You sit up and pull me up to kiss you. I climb up your body until you are lying on the grass again and I am leaning over you on all fours.
Never breaking the kiss, I position my dripping pussy directly over your cock. The head of your cock grazes my pussy lips and we both gasp and freeze for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes. Holding your gaze, I sit up, take in a deep breath and begin to sink down onto your cock. It takes all my concentration to go slowly. My mouth is half-open and my tongue presses hard into my upper front teeth. Still, I go almost unbearably slowly. Even the rain is slowing so that only a few drops are hitting your chest and my shoulders. There is no sound but the rain hitting the leaves and our panting.
I feel your hips begin to rise as the nearly tangible pull between our bodies becomes harder to resist. I place my fingertips on your stomach and shake my head – making you lay still. I continue to squeeze your cock further into my pussy. Our breath is ragged with the effort until I finally press my pussy lips around the base of your cock and feel myself filled with you. I exhale loudly and can be slow no longer. I grind into your body, grunting with the effort. I begin to rock and thrust my hips, crying out in loud gasps. The sound of our fucking echos off the trees around us. Thrusting again and again, I push urgently into your body. You grip my waist and pull me down onto you with all your strength. My face contorts as my mind is focused on nothing but your cock and burying it deeper in my pussy. I ride your body faster and harder, overcome with the feel of your cock thrusting into me. Your hands slide up my body and grip my bouncing breasts, massaging them roughly. In my entranced state, I grab at your wrists, pressing your hands harder onto me and pushing against them in my need for more leverage. My head falls back and I let out a piercing cry as my body stiffens and shudders. Warm fluid flows out of me and over you as I cum.
When you hear me cry out, you sit up and grab me around the waist. As you bury your face in my breasts, I wrap my legs around your back and you push me over onto my back. You immediately begin to thrust into me hard. The strength of your body pounding into me almost scares me but feels so good. I can only grab you tighter and scream the word, “yes!” over and over into your shoulder. You arch your back and lean down to kiss my breasts, never slowing your thrusts. I flail on the ground, my head shaking violently back and forth as the passion overcomes me once again. You grab my hands and press them into the ground over my head to stop them from thrashing against your back, clawing at you. I can hear your breath come more quickly and feel your body tensing. I watch your face as you try to delay your orgasm for just a moment longer. Finally, you longer can and you pound into me with your final thrusts -- pushing into me slow and deep as each burst of hot cum spills into me. My pussy grips your cock and I cry out as I cum once again with you, holding you tightly.
You collapse next to me on the grass and pull me onto your shoulder. We hold each other tightly to stay warm and we both have trouble catching our breath. Soon, we recover and, propping myself up on one elbow, I grin down at you. I say, “Hi. My name is Tricia. What’s yours?”
