Mariuch

I was working to free Alex’s hard cock.  He helped me.  He wouldn’t turn down such a fervent desire or a blow job.  Luckily this time they were the same and manifest in a cramped car.  We didn’t care.  Alex moved the seat all the way back  and stretched his legs.  I took off my shirt and bra so Alex could watch my tits while I made him feel so good.  I know it was still daylight, but we were home and no one could see.  It was fun and hot with a freed Alex’s Dala horse dick.  There was room under the steering wheel for me to slither to the floor between Alex’s legs.  I kissed the head of his cock and took it all the way into my mouth to the back of my throat at once.  Alex moaned his surprised approval, “Fuck, baby, Jeezus you make me want to come.”

I went to work at a good pace, fisting what wouldn’t fit, tonguing the shaft and foreskin to the sensitive head.  I had to breathe so I ran my lips around the underside of the head and then tongued the pee slit.  I devoured his cock slowly and opened my throat to ease him a little further inside.  Alex groaned, “Fuuuuck.  Let me come, baby.  It’s yours.”

I quickly went down on him as far as was comfortable and fisted him like crazy until I felt his cock get even harder and his balls moved.  I took him then as deep down my throat as I could.  It had long been a matter of pride that I wouldn’t gag.  Alex growled, “Oh fuck, so good, ooooh baby I’m coming!”  He shot down my throat as I felt the entire shaft throb with the volleys of his love he gave me.  I had to breathe.  As much as I liked to practice holding my breath this way, I was no pearl diver.  I siphoned the remainder of it out of his cock as I looked up at my sweet man.

Alex pulled me up and into his lap, straddling him.  He kissed the tears of effort off my cheeks.  He kissed my lips, my neck and caressed my breasts, thumbing my hard nipples.  “Goddamn.  You’re so good to me, my beautiful Jamesy girl.  I love you.”  Alex unbuttoned his shirt for warm skin to warm skin.

We sat still, clinging to each other, in love.  The car windows were tinted.  I felt safe.  There was a sharp wrap of knuckles on the driver’s window.  I screamed or whined or gasped my displeasure as I realized the nekked pickle we were in.  Alex whispered, “I got you.”  He held me tighter against his chest and let down the window. 

It was the UPS man.  He jumped back when he saw we were in an intimate embrace.  He sputtered, “Shit, man, I’m sorry, I got a package you need to sign for.  I saw movement in the car and you didn’t get out so I…”  He turned as far away as he could and still hand the clipboard to Alex for signature.  Alex started laughing.  I reached for my shirt and put it on.  Hell, Alex’s European comfort with nudity had become second nature to me by now.  I just had my tits out, no big deal.  Alex pinched my clothed ass that was in his face as I was dressing, making us both laugh.  He signed, handed the clipboard back and stretched to stow his resting cock.  I thought the UPS man was going to run, but he said of the package, “I’ll just leave it here?  Don’t y’all live here?”  Like he couldn’t fathom the why and where of it.  Alex was disheveled and unbuttoned.  I was half dressed, bra in hand, with smudged makeup raccoon eyes.  We exited the car.  Alex just said, “Thanks, man.  Have a good evening.  It won’t be as good as mine.”

Alex reached for my hand and we walked in the back door.  In a way, that was the most ordinary circumstance for us.  We might get caught, but we were never deterred – Mr. & Mrs. Fuckbunny might do it anywhere.  What else was the license for, I joked to myself. 

Alex announced himself with a lustful growl as he rose and walked to stand behind his One, thrusting his clothed cock against the likewise clothed beautiful (he said) ass he would write grandiose and praiseful sonnets to were he to have inclinations to be a bard.  Right then, the bard was hard and kissing the tender neck that would give in to his wantonness with soft moans of desire.

“Put the kettle on simmer and come with me,” Alex whispered.  Alex’s object d’art giggled at Alex’s sweet determination – like a cat stalking the bird that has flown.

“This is the parents’ dressing room,” Alex chuckled, “for us to undress in.”  The couple were adults, married even, and sneaking an afternoon delight with the off chance they would be discovered.  It was forbiddingly thrilling; although they both knew if discovered in flagrante delicto, the door would be quickly closed with a murmured “sorry”.

Papa Stellan was the only one who commented on Alex’s propensity for coupling here and there in the odd crevice with, “I admit Alex grew up in a bohemian atmosphere which may have exposed him to much, but I think his love of hide and go seek is played out in his harmless escapades, hoping to be found and wanting secrecy all at once,” and no one cared in this loving, extended family.

Naked, Alex worshipped his One’s hind quarters that he had so coveted moments before.  The orgasms were familiarly sought, achieved quickly and effectively, and vocalized with contented sighs to each other, followed by many leisurely kisses. They were in love and lay in each other’s arms as if painted by an Old Master until Alex said, “My Sweet, I could live on just the love making, you’re so perfect, but let’s not burn the dinner.  They returned to the tasks at hand, happily ever after.

Fin