Excerpt from Harass Me
She was waiting for him, more naked than dressed, her nipples leaving outlines in the bra. She smiled and stared, his hard dick apparent even under his baggy shorts. “Are you ready to run, Mister Woodhouse?” Without waiting for an answer, she waved her ever-present towel at him and took off down the street.
James ran behind her, marveling at the sight of her firm ass in front of him. It wasn’t that her butt jiggled, a site he really enjoyed on other women, it was that it didn’t jiggle that excited him. So firm—so tight!
They ran three city blocks and then up a long hill that led to a city park. Once in the park, Alicia led James to a sawdust-covered path that wound through densely wooded parkland. After a quarter of a mile, she stopped, turned around and waited for him. The moment he caught up to her, she grabbed his hand and led him through the underbrush to a large oak tree that was at least three feet wide. Safely out of sight, she pushed him against the tree, shoved her hands under his tee shirt and lifted it over his head. Lifting her running bra over her head, she tossed it aside and pressed her small, hard breasts against his chest.
“Oh, God, Jimmy,” she whispered. “I love the feeling of your skin on mine.” They pressed their lips together in an amorous kiss, their tongues mingling. Alicia slid her hands into the elastic waistband of James’s shorts and pushed them to his ankles, then gabbing his hands, she shoved them inside of the back of her shorts. “Take them off me, Jimmy. Take them off me.”
James didn’t care if anyone saw them or not. He pushed her shorts down and cupped the hot flesh of her butt, pulling her toward him. She ground her pelvis against the underside of his cock, her pubic hair caressing him, his stiff dick massaging her clit. He pulled harder. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drove her tongue in deeper. He exploded against her, coating her stomach with his hot cum and sending electric shocks through her body.
They rested, their hearts pounding, their hands never moving from their appointed places.
“Did you like that, Jimmy?”
“Of course, but…damn, Alicia. I want to make love to you. I’m tired of hand jobs and blow jobs and…and whatever you call what we just did. I want you, Alicia.”
Alicia giggled and rotated her upper torso, spreading his creamy, sticky fluid across their bodies. “You’re tired of blow jobs, are you?”
“You know what I mean, Alicia.”
“Are you tired of fucking the crack of my ass, too?”
Alicia gave him a quick kiss and then scooped up some of his jism and spread it on his cock. She turned around and nestled his dick between her ass cheeks. She hissed at him as she slid up and down, making sure his cock slid over her tight hole. “Are you? Are you tired of this?”
He knew—James knew that one look at her ass and his cock sliding up and down between her twin mounds would be all that it took. He looked anyway and sent a stream of hot cum onto her back. Alicia trembled, pressing hard against him, trying to squeeze out all that she could. After the satisfying aftershocks of an orgasm left her, she bent down and handed James her towel. “Clean my back, will you? Then I’ll clean us up.”
He should have been happy, but all James felt was emptiness. He wanted her so much, but this was the best he would get. After he cleaned her back, he handed her the towel to let her wipe the now sticky paste off his stomach and hers.
She pulled up her shorts and smiled at him. “I love that you always come twice, Jimmy. I love that.”