After Curfew
Jason pulled his cock out, eased down the slope a little more, taking shelter in the cover of a larger tree. The couple down in the picnic area had no idea he was watching. After all, who’d be out jogging at two in the morning? They probably thought they were alone.
The woman was gorgeous – tall and blonde but not too skinny. She had good curves, fleshy breasts and a round, womanly ass, with just a handful of tummy. She’d peeled out of her black dress and was now bent over the picnic table. They must have been walking home from a party. The guy was dressed in nice clothes – black slacks, button-down blue shirt. Clearly they had just gotten too horny to hold off each other.
Now their passion was heating up the chill autumn dark. Her handbag had spilled over the picnic table, and her hair hung in her face as he fucked her hard, so hard that Jason could hear the slaps of their flesh meeting, even standing way back.
The woman’s breasts pressed against the table. Her mouth was open, and he could just hear her rough panting. They were trying so hard to be quiet, trying not to get caught. But they had been, even if they didn’t know it. It’d been the woman’s stifled yelps that caught his attention in the first place. She’d already come once.
Jason watched from a distance as ripples traveled up her beautiful body, as her boyfriend pounded into her with relentless enthusiasm. Jason’s stiff cock was leaking. These two gorgeous kids couldn’t have been more than twenty-two years old. Watching their young passion, watching them fuck, was incredibly hot.
He leaned out a little more, straining for every detail, memorizing the way her hair swayed with each thrust, the way, when she pushed back, her tits rippled. She still had her high heels on, one knee on the bench. Her boyfriend had his hand on the spike of the heel, was holding on to her hair with the other, now, really sticking it to her. She bit her fingers, stifled another cry, and Jason watched as she shuddered all over with orgasm.
Her boyfriend was close, hoarse and panting. She pulled away from him, turned to take that cock, still hot and sticky from her pussy, into her red mouth. The man held his shirt up out of the way and stared down at her as she sucked nearly to the bottom. The heels of her shoes dug into her ass whenever she leaned back. Jason was close to coming, too, tried to time it with the other man’s, so that he could imagine . . .
Spurting his cum across her face as the pleasure peaked, her hungry mouth, red with lipstick and with the heat of desire, opening to receive his offering. Jet after milky jet painting her lips, her chin. Her pink tongue, sliding over the head of his cock, cleaning the last drips and droplets, savoring them, her beautiful dark eyes staring up into his.
They gathered their things and hurried furtively on their way like little lawbreakers, leaving Jason to pant, a stray trickle of cum dripping from his fingers. After a few minutes, he went back to his jog, eager to finish in satisfied peace.
~Alexandra Rose~
