Sassy's exhibitionist ways lead to hot sex
"On the Bridge" an erotic story by Christine A. Kirchoff
There was nothing to do in this little desert town, population currently one hundred and twelve. Life here was nothing but mundane routine, work, eat, and sleep. Each day was the same; each night an endless stretch of nothing. Not tonight though, this was the night I’d never forget. I wore my trench coat, tied tightly; my black boots snug as I climbed the only bridge in our little town.
My foot slipped and I squeezed the cold metal harder between my hands. I had never been afraid of heights but the icy river rushing below me affected my sense of wickedness. I loosened my right hand, repositioned it beneath the coat, and covered my breast. Held it and pinched the nipple while goose bumps broke out over my flesh. I would not let a little thing like fear of a fatal fall into a river ruin my idea, my wild night.
My legs ached as the moon lit the way. A narrow service ladder slowly ascended toward the flat surface at the top of the superstructure. It was not long before I was there. I heaved my body up and slid my hips onto the top of the bridge, a great big grin on my face. I did it! I climbed that bitch. I scooted my body onto to the widest beam and lay down to catch my breath. The stars twinkled above and my pussy throbbed below. I untied my belt and whipped it off. My eyes concentrated solely on the wispy movements as the material floated toward the bridge. My coat opened and my bare body was exposed to the world. To every star, the bright moon and any stray eyes that drifted. I couldn’t help but get excited. What if someone watched me? I bit my lip, extended my legs, and laid back. My hair fanned out and hung off the edge of the supports as I grasped each breast. I pinched hard nipples and moved my hips. The wind rasped against my wet cunt emitting from me a new wave of excitement for the world to see. I had shaved this pink pussy and wanted to show it off. I spread my legs further; my hands still teased my tits. I was so pent up with desire I knew I would scream when I came; that’s what I wanted.
My hands drifted lower. Fingers immersed themselves into the wet folds. The winds swished some leaves below me and cooled the hot flesh between my legs. A single finger plunged into my hole. I pumped that digit, over and over. My breath hitched as my other hand joined the party. My clit shuddered at first touch, the walls of my vagina compressed. I closed my eyes, pictured the whole world watching my finger dipping inside my wet pussy.
I rubbed harder, two fingers stretched the pathway. My hips jerked upward, I found the sweet spot. My fingertips skimmed over it, again and again. Pressure rose, pleasure sparked, my fingers drenched, and the orgasm came so close I felt the edge of release.
My mouth opened, my body stiffened, my muscles clamped down on the fingers deep inside as spasms of pleasure swept through my body. The wind teased the wet skin as the tremors subside. My fingers, suctioning as they emerged, left the hole that desperately demanded more, demanded bigger pieces of flesh stuffed inside. The moon made my glistening fingers appear extra tempting, pixy dust smeared upon them. I wrapped my mouth around both and sucked them clean then rolled the flavor of it on my tongue. Not sweet, almost salty like cum. Oh a man’s cum; I had not consumed that in two years. I sat up and leaned forward. My sensitive clit rubbed against the coat that lingered beneath my thighs.
I couldn’t stay long enough for another sweet orgasm, but tomorrow night, when the moon was high in the clear sky. That’s when I’d flash the sky again.
The next day continued the routine I’d come to dread. Only this time, my panties were constantly wet from excitement. The hours seemed endless as I waited for the sun to retreat, for the moon to beckon. When the night finally arrived, I stripped in my living room. The wet panties fell to the floor and I gazed at them briefly before I pulled the overcoat on. My body ached less than it had yesterday as I hauled my ass up the side and collapsed at the very top. I sat there for a while, straddled the cold steel, and slipped my hands underneath to feel the full weight of my breasts. My nipples were already gloriously peaked. I could spend hours pinching them but my clit cried for attention.
At the center, I exposed my body to the night, rubbed my cunt against the coat until the material glistened. Then I laid back, pinched my nipples, and longed for a man’s mouth to tease as my hand drifted downward.
“I watched you last night…”
A squeak escaped from my lips, low and unpleasantly echoed. I lifted my eyes to a stranger hidden in shadows. His words registered, the world really had watched.
“I wanted to be here, I wanted to suck your pussy clean after your orgasm, but you left before I could climb up here.”
He stepped forward; his eyes stared at my parted legs and the hand that hovered. “Who are you?” I bit my lip; leaned forward and the moon selected that moment to shine. I couldn’t hold the rather astounded look on my face. There he stood, the guy who rode the only motorcycle in town, the loner all the women drooled over. He stood before me with tented jeans and asked to lick my pussy in the moonlight.
I was speechless.
He settled onto his hands and knees. Crawled toward my legs as if I had invited him, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had. His hands were large, calloused, and cold. I shivered when they wrapped around each ankle. He licked his lips, gazed at my cunt, it leaked, I was sure of it. The wind practically milked the fluid from me as I waited for him to attack my clit. “Do it Jean.” I begged and eagerly pulled his head toward my pussy.
“Sassy.” He whispered, the warm air shifted over my nether lips and I moaned. His tongue soared over my clit and he immediately sucked the excited bud into his mouth. Pleasure drowned out my thoughts, fire swept through my body. Yes, I needed this man. I needed all of him. I shifted my hips; my hands collected hair as he sucked harder. He groaned and rubbed his cock against the steel beneath as he ate me. The fluid seeped down my skin and he greedily lapped up every drop. His tongue invaded my hole and I swear I saw heaven.
“I want you to cum.”
So did I.
“I want to feel your pussy orgasm in my mouth then I’m going to shove my cock deep inside you. You’ll be mine to fuck.”
“Yes!” I cried out, the relief so close, so fucking close.
“You’re mine, anytime I want.”
“Yes!” The burst of pleasure blinded, stars, and the moon disappeared. Colors blended and blurred until I only felt his wet tongue enter me. Liquid flowed, my body shuddered, and Jean kept sucking. The very last tremors eased and finally he removed his tongue from my cunt. I never noticed his broad shoulders before; I did now as he climbed up my body. His lips rubbed against my navel, slowly teased my rib cage. His tongue, he had such a wicked tongue, danced over my nipple. I moaned and he grinned.
“Like your nipples sucked then?”
I could only nod; it was good enough of an answer for he sucked that bud into his charitable mouth. I cried out and the echo had his hand covering my lips. Two could tease. I slipped my tongue free and licked his palm. The harder he laved my nipple the more I nibbled and teased. It was pure bliss as he revived the juices and my pussy again craved his touch.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
He released my nipple to say the words. His eyes locked onto mine as his hand disappeared. I heard the button pop and the zipper on his jeans opened. I wanted desperately to view his cock. Was it thick? Long? An angry head and strained veins? The head slithered over my clit. “Fuck me.”
“Say my name.”
His head eased inside, stretched the pathway. “Jean.” I whispered, closed my eyes.
“Open your eyes. Watch me, watch your lover.”
I did, I focused on the deep blue eyes as I felt the first inch enter. So slowly, I wiggled my hips and listened to him groan. An inch inside then with one rough thrust he stuffed his cock deep. My back arched, I lost sight of those eyes and grabbed the edge of the bridge. My knuckles probably turned white but who cares! Jean pulled out and shoved back in. Pleasure swirled with every pump of his long and thick penis. I wanted to see the veins, the angry head; I longed to taste the salty cum.
“Watch me!” He commanded and I obeyed.
My body screamed in pleasure as his groan told his tale of bliss. Our bodies were covered with a layer of sweat, his cock drenched in my fluid and his heavy balls like weights pounding against my ass. “More!” I was almost there, so close to satisfaction as his dick plundered every nerve in my body. When his lips closed around a nipple, I lost control. My hips lifted, my body seized and I came so hard I nearly blacked out.
He held me though, wrapped his arms around my upper body, and continued to fuck me. He pumped until I felt his balls explode; the streams of sperm burst from their confinement and eagerly flooded my womb. He groaned, louder than me until every drop of cum escaped. Then he licked his lips and sucked my nipple. I was too exhausted to cry out until he slid a hand below. His dick softened but remained within as his fingers teased and tickled my clit. Another orgasm overwhelmed my body; the whole universe seemed to collapse as fire swelled in my pussy. I watched his eyes on me, his grin formed, and then my eyes were too heavy to stay open. I felt his cock slowly slip from my body, his sperm leaked from my hole and his warm arms embraced me. We lay there together and watched the sunrise.
Originally published August 2009