Summer Nights at the reservoir. True story (M/F) | 2016

Decided to start posting here. 

Have always been told by partners I wrote for, that I should write more of these stories.
Figure I should share with the public and see what the response is. Please let me know your thoughts in the comments.

This is a true story. 

Written from my point of view, so the reader can hopefully place themselves in either role they wish.

It’s one of those perfect summer nights. 

Hot enough where you don’t mind wearing as little as possible, but the breeze cools you enough too keep you from sweating.
The moon and all the stars are out, somehow intensifying the silence of the hot night.

There is, of course, nothing to do. Your town is quiet after 9pm, like every other day. 

We drive aimlessly, radio softly singing to us, as we take in the sights and sounds all around us. You lay staring up at the stars, view unimpeded since the car’s top is down.
At a red light I take a glance at you. Jean shorts that barely reach the top of your thigh, and a light green spaghetti strap top, perfectly enveloping your body.
Your breast jiggle with each small bump in the road, and I smile to myself, with a wicked idea forming in my head. The light turns green and I press the gas peddle, beginning another tour around the central part of the town.

You look over at me “Again? 

Thought we were going to find something to do.”

I take my eyes off the road for a second, give you a smile. 

It’s one you’ve seen a million times before. We’re both 20something, and have a ton of energy to spare. You give me a quizzical look back, as if to say, “Yea right. Where?”. As we start to climb a hill, I take my right hand, and reach over, placing it on your left thigh. The skin is warm and inviting, and I let my fingers gently trace over each and every goosebump that starts to rise there from anticipation.

You laugh, thinking I’m just teasing, but slowly spread your legs apart anyways. 

Daring me to continue, thinking you’ve called my bluff. I spend a few moments letting my hand wander up and down your legs, before slowly going higher, and placing my hand over your zipper. Your eyes widen, I can tell, and you stiffen for a moment. But I’m engrossed with the road, except for one, giant, hand.
I begin to slowly massage, gently moving my hand back and forth over the rough blue fabric. You’re still stiff, not really sure if this is really happening. I look over and you’re staring at me. Your eyes are a mixture of panic, lust, and daring. As I’m staring at your eyes, I deftly use my hand to unbutton your shorts, and pull the zipper down.

A slight gasp escapes your lips as I begin to turn down a side road. 

I have a plan. Something new I want to try. I slowly reach down, under your panties, feeling the smooth skin, feeling you lean back in the chair. My index finger finds what I’m looking for. You’re already wet.

“Mmmmm”, I let out. 

“Always ready for me aren’t you?”

I slowly begin to work my finger. 

First around the lips, gently teasing and probing. I’m watching the road the whole time, but I’m on autopilot. We are circling back towards the town center again. The only place that tends to have any life at night, since it houses a few late night food joints, and a hospital.

“Where are you going?” you ask. 

“Someone can see us!”

A look of panic in your eye. “Relax.” I say. “You’ll just have to try and act normal. 

I know how loud and animated you can get. I want to see if you can be discreet.”

We start pulling into the main part of town. 

My finger starts to probe deeper, enveloping in the velvety warmth of your body . You bite your lip, and lay your seat back, giving me more room. I move my finger in and out slowly, curling it up as I move it out, giving you a “come here” motion that moves along your gspot. You squirm and gasp, the excitement and anticipation killing you. I pull up to a red light, and see something in my rearview mirror.

“Well now, if you do well with this next part, 

you’ll get a treat.” I whisper.

“Next par....” The question doesn’t even escape your lips as my fingers move over your clit. 

The electric shock fills your body as i slowly move it over and over the top, then circle it. You moan in pleasure, but then your eyes fill with terror as you see what I was referring to. In the lane next to us, is a cop car that slowly pulls up to the red light. You give me a panicked look, but I keep going. If I stop, the cop will see me take my hand from your crotch and know what we were doing. But if I keep going it will look like I’m just holding your thigh.

The light takes an eternity. 

I can’t imagine how long it seemed for you. I was nervous with excitement. You were caught in some plane that was nothing but fear and pleasure all mixed into one immeasurable state. The cop looks over and I give him a friendly smile. He waves back, not knowing the smile is because I’ve started to quickly move my finger around your clit, every so often going back inside of you. The light finally turns green, and we make a left turn, while the cop goes straight.

Instantly I feel you melt into your seat, all the fear escaping, leaving behind only a growing feeling. 

This is new to you. And you love it. The arousal of our private lives mixing with our public lives is mixing with the base physical arousal, and it’s becoming to much to stay locked up. I flash you a smile, and your eyes scream at me with lust and abandon. “Just relax. You did good. Now let’s try something new” I whisper.

The reservoir. A 6 mile stretch of road that runs around it. 

We had driven around it once in the past. But back then we didn’t know what it would come to mean to us. What would become a ritual when we needed to have a little risk in our life. I slowly turned down a road that takes us there, but you don’t notice. My fingers are still working inside of you, and you’re too wrapped up to care where we go. You begin to moan, and from the movements of your body, I can tell you’re close. I begin to focus entirely on your clit, using two fingers in either side, and quickly going back and forth over it, stroking it on alternating sides. The butterfly. You’ve always loved that move. And years of playing paintball meant I could do it faster than anyone else. I can feel the warmth and wetness of your juices building up inside of you. All I can think about it tasting them, tasting you. Somehow getting my mouth down there and having your legs wrapped around my head.

Instead, as we pull into the neighborhood before the reservoir, I feel you come. 

I small gasp escapes and you lurch forward as the first wave of an orgasm crashes down onto you. But we’ve never stopped there. When were there EVER, just one orgasm for you? I keep going, alternating techniques still, sending wave after wave over your body until you moan “ohh no more. Please no more”. I smile and remove my hand, which you quickly grab and begin to suck on, tasting yourself.

The road leading to the reservoir is dark. 

The wind screaming over the windshield is the only sound the night makes, and it mixes with your panting beautifully. I start to say some smart ass remark, and before I can get two words out, you’re reach over, unzipping my shorts. Your hands work frantically, as if time is running out. Within seconds my cock is free. Thick and glorious it stands attentively, waiting for you. You unbutton your seatbelt, and lower yourself down. I feel your breath a split second before your lips begin at the tip. Instantly the world changes, and I am in heaven. It seems fortunate timing that we begin just about the time we start actually driving around the reservoir. The road is six miles around. At a casual 25 mph it will take us about 7 minutes or so to drive around. Of course I can do this math now. But back then I was to engrossed with your sexy lips moving up and down my cock to even figure out that 2+2=4.

You slowly make your way up and down my cock, tongue wrapping around me, 

flicking as your reach the head. When you stop to breath you use your hands to stroke me, not letting the feeling diminish for a second. I focus on driving, knowing a erratic movement of the wheel could send us crashing into the reservoir itself. I drive slowly, enjoying the mixed sensation of warm air flowing over me, and warm body engulfing me. As I drive around I see a little country store, a construction site with equipment left for the night. An apple orchard. “Hmmmm” I think to myself. “That may come in handy later”. My mind is racing with new ideas as you move up and down my cock, taking time to lick the tip.

It’s around the beginning of the second time around, that I tell you “I’m going to cum”. 

You eagerly go faster, trying to milk out ever last drop of cum in me. Within seconds I am engulfed in pleasure, feeling the release and hearing you moan in delight. Always were such a good girl, cleaning up your messes.

A few seconds later you rejoin me, sitting up in your seat. 

I risk a glance and see the fire is still in your eyes, as it must be in mine. We knew then this was a new world for us. New things to try. We didn’t know some of the things this would lead us too. Sex on roofs. Movie theaters. A park monument at the highest point in town. Mountain tops. And that one time on your back porch in the middle of the day. Mmmmm.

I find the construction site, and empty dirt patch with a backhoe and bulldozer. 

I think it’s part of the apple orchard next door. I maneuver the car behind the backhoe, blocking it from the road. I turn off the car, and for a second, only the light of the moon fills the car. I get out, and you give me a questioning gaze. It’s met with the devil’s grin, and you slowly get out, unsure of what happens next. We step around to the back of the car, and I grab you. Pulling you close and kiss you. Within seconds your clothes are off. Thrown into the car, with only the smallest concern. I place you on the trunk of the car, and lay you on your back. Before you realize what’s happening, my tongue is inside of you. Tasting all the sweet juices I know to be there. A long moan escapes from you, and I know I have you. I feel your fingers on the back of my head, holding me there. Like I would want to escape. This is heaven. This is how I want to die. My tongue moves inside of your, feeling every inch of your pussy lips, deftly avoiding the spots I know bring you the most pleasure. I want this to last. One hand sneaks up and begins to flick your nipple. It’s already standing at attention, but I want to make sure it knows it wasn’t forgotten. Or it’s twin.

The summer breeze kicks up, the only other noise besides your screams of passion. There’s no one around for a long distance, and we make sure that there’s still a risk they may hear us. My tongue finds your clit, and begins to circle it. My finger is back inside of you, gently massaging you as my tongue moves up and over your clit, before going back the opposite way. I can feel you getting close already, so I give your clit a brief suck before using my tongue to get under the hood. That’s it. That’s the spot you can’t handle. Within seconds I feel the warmth of your cum hitting my face, threatening to drown me in it. Im enjoying each and every wave of it, knowing the next one is coming as you moan again. A short time later you’re pushing me away, tapping out once again. A quick breather. 10 seconds at most. 

My cock is ready to go again, and I know you are too. I have you get off the hood, and pop the trunk. Inside is a large heavy blanket that I use for the beach. I grab it, and start walking towards the apple orchard. Silently you obey. We walk a minute before I place the blanket down. I’m not even done yet when you push me down and start ripping my clothes off. Within seconds we are on the ground, entwined, kissing. I move down and start to kiss your neck, stopping to bite the collar bone. I feel your nails start to dig into my back. My mouth finds a nipples and begins to suck. A quick bite follows, and my tongue to massage it after. Your back arches, allowing me to place my left hand there, supporting you. I move up, and enter you. Slowly. Making sure each second and inch counts. A loud moan escapes from you, enveloping me and making me lose it. I begin to move slowly. In and out, gently at first. I kiss your lips and look into your eyes. Eventually I move faster, taking my time to build up speed. Not to fast. This is loving, soulful sex. Not fast, angry fucking. That’s for another time.

Eventually we find a natural rhythm with each other. 

Your hips moving in time with mine. The curve of my cock just teases your g spot ever so slightly. A quick hello and a promise of things to come. You wrap your legs around my back, your hands digging into my shoulders. I roll over onto my back, knowing that’s what you want. Within a second you sit up, cock still inside you, and begin to slide up and down me. Your hand is on my chest for support, the other brushing your hair back. At that moment, I’ve never seen you more beautiful. Naked, uncaring, with a background of summer stars. The apple trees whisper around us as the wind moves through them. My legs posture up, and you lean back against my thighs which are now upright. You continue to glide up and down my rigged member, letting wave after wave of pleasure fill both of us. Eventually I move my legs to a cross legged position, and sit up. Face to face with you. My hand finds the small of your back and I begin to grind against you. Up and down, side to side, all in one fluid motion. You respond naturally, having done this together countless times before. We stare into each others eyes, feel each others breath on our chests as we move closer and closer to orgasm. Your nipples brush against the top of my chest, and you reach your arms behind my head locking me in. You lean down, and kiss me. Right as we both cum. I can feel your pussy pulse around my cock, and I’m sure you can feel each and every pulse of me too. For several seconds, all the world fades away, and it’s just the two of us.

After we lay for a while, your head on my shoulder, my arms around you. 

Silent. Not a word said. Nothing needs to be said. The stars shine as they always have, the only ones who share this moment with us. Eventually we pack up, put on our clothes, and I take you home. It was a night neither of us will forget. And one we will recapture many, many times in the future.