The Sweaty Sneak-Out

by bluepervina - © 2006

( fm, rom, exhib, mast, true )

This is an account of one of the best fucks of my life. Ironically, it came just ahead of the saddest times I've ever had to face. But perhaps that's how it's supposed to work, if karma's got anything to do with it.... (This is actually a copy of a post I made on the Pleasures From the Pen forum, contributing to a thread that asked members to share their most memorable sexual moments.)
I apologize for the "rough draft feel" that this little story has clinging to it. There was an immediacy to the telling that I decided not to tinker with. Since it was a spur-of-the-moment reply to a forum thread I thought it would be best to let it remain in that spirit.

I was about to be a sophomore in high school, 15 years old. My girlfriend at the time was about to move out of state. It was the end of the summer, in Florida, and it was a fucking hot day. We got dropped off at the movie theater for a matinee ('Howard the Duck', remember that crappy flick?), and this was back before the multiplex -- the theater was a two-room job crammed into a large strip mall, where her mom was going to spend the hour-and-a-half shopping while we supposedly went in and watched the movie.

Well, like the good kids we pretended to be, we bought our tickets and went inside and sat down and immediately began making out. No one was in there but us, so I got her t-shirt pulled up and her shorts unbuttoned and pulled down past her knees, along with her sopping wet panties (she was a soaker!)... and I was actually sucking on one of her nipples, twiddling the other, and watching her masturbate herself out of the corner of my eye ... when I heard a "hhmmm-hmm" sound. It was a woman only like two rows back, just came in with her two little elementary kids!! Her arms were full with candy and popcorn and drinks, and she was blocking us from her kids' view pretty good, giving us the most evil of evil eyes that I've ever had set on me in my life.

So my girlfriend got her stuff back in place in like .0001 seconds (how do girls do that so fast anyway? seriously, they defy all laws of physics), jumps up, and runs straight down the aisle toward the screen; she got out the exit door down there before I'd even gotten out of our row! It was like witnessing superpowers, to be honest with you. I looked back sheepishly at the lady, who was by then turned to her kids and getting them settled. I called out "Sorry! Really, I'm so sorry!" And I really was. I felt so bad for maybe exposing her kids to sex-stuff, because that had happened to me so much when I was little, and it well and truly warped me for life.

I run down to the door and outside to the back of the theater and the strip mall. All down this back alley there's dumpsters, stacks of crates, pallets, bales of compacted cardboard boxes, and small scatterings of broken-down cardboard boxes. There's a high wall on the other side of the alley to shield the houses beyond from noise and eyesores and whatnot. It's barely wide enough an alley for a semi to get through, but there was a loading dock a ways down where the space widened out and all that. A truck was down there getting unloaded, I could hear its engine running; it was like a couple hundred yards away. And I didn't see a single fucking sign of my wet-as-a-horny-otter girlfriend!

So I called out her name a couple times, and I finally got an "Over here".... And I found her behind these two dumpsters and a couple stacks of the compacted boxes. She was lying on her back on top of a couple of flattened carboard boxes that were just strewn around. It was like a little bed. And she had her shirt and bra pulled up to her chin again, and her shorts and panties were dangling off one ankle. Her knees were bent a little. Her legs were spread. She had one hand pinching nipples, the other was stroking her pussy with more enthusiasm than I'd ever seen.

After an initial moment of shock, followed by a weird sort of frozen panic, I realized that this was a very good turn of events. I'd had to step around the dumpsters and around the other stuff to get to her, so we were actually very well-concealed in that spot. Plus, the sun at noon during August in Florida is so bright and so hot that there was zero chance of anyone wandering out of a back door. Only a robber making his getaway or a horny girlfriend trying to escape her shame would be coming out any of the store backdoors near us. And that trucker would never see us in a million years if he drove by.

So we did a lot of foreplay, because that was always her rule if I wanted to get up inside her, and then we fucked. And I mean we went at it hard, wild, trying so hard not to make noise, just going crazy. We had gotten so sweaty by then that we were utterly drenched in sweat. The flattened cardboard was slick in some spots where it was still newly-drenched, but underneath her it got pretty soft and mushy by the end. You should have seen what it looked like when we finally got up. Like a crime scene, but with sweat instead of blood!

Anyway, I came inside her twice without ever slowing down, and she was having her own happy moments quite a lot. There came a point when we were both getting tired, and we slowed down and stopped. I was still fully buried inside her, and her legs were flopped out to the sides and all relaxed. We started kissing real slow. She gently arched her back so I could kiss and lick her neck, which she loved, then I got my mouth down to her (soaking wet) sweaty breasts and chewed on her nipples for a while. Meanwhile, I was still buried in her and not really stroking at all. I brought my face up to kiss her again and paused first to take a long look at her. It was truly romantic, one of the deepest, most heartfelt moments of intimacy I've ever experienced. She was going to move away in just a couple days. I thought that surely this was our last fuck. (Turned out that we did it two more times that week before she left, though.)

Then, just perfectly-timed by fate, I slowly leaned my face down to kiss her again, and this huge drop of sweat rolled off my nose and landed right in her mouth. Right down her throat! She coughed, gagged a little, shuddered and shook -- and then we both started laughing. Her moving around beneath me like she'd done had gotten both of us charged back up, too. She pulled her legs in closer and wrapped her calves around my hips. She had a great way of yanking me deeper into her by using those calves of hers. To this day she has been my most satisfying lover, in terms of a pure, straight fuck. Her energy and flexibility and strength and endurance and rhythm were unbelievable. She enjoyed keeping her end of the bargain and fucking me right back, keeping pace and digging in her heels and clawing my back, and all of that. And she was only 15! I swear to God, she was truly amazing.

So we got to it again, just as crazy as before, and I finally came really hard just as she was coming down from her orgasms and starting to loosen her grip a little with those fantastic legs. My girlfriend began to laugh again because she'd been watching my stupid cum-face, and I was trying hard to act all offended but I couldn't. We started kissing again... and like a bomb that semi-truck revs up. Loud as a jet plane, like it was right on top of us! I jumped up and tried to peek around the dumpsters, but it was obvious the truck was in gear and heading our way. So the moment was gone. We made sure to stay out of his field of view as he drove by, and then we put our clothes back on. We walked all the way around to get back to the front of the theater because that back door was locked from the outside, and we were too embarassed to knock, anyway. Our ticket stubs got us back in, and we went and peed and washed up in our separate restrooms. Then we got into the 'Howard the Duck' room and saw that our seats were still empty, our drinks and popcorn were still there, untouched, and there was still almost a half-hour left of the movie! So we sat down, stretched our legs, and got nice and cool and -- almost -- dry in the wonderful air conditioning. There were less than ten other people in there, and only the lady with the kids had noticed us come in and sit down. And she stared us down the entire rest of the movie, according to my girlfriend, but I didn't care. I was totally exhausted and fell asleep in like two minutes.

Her mom told us how bad we stunk when we got into her car afterward, but that was it. She didn't stop to think about it, luckily for us. She was too busy telling my girlfriend all about the stuff she'd bought, while my girlfriend sat next to me in the backseat and dutifully went through all the bags, pulling things out and giving the old "oooohhh" and "aaaahhh". Near the end of the ride, when her mom pulled into my street and was almost to my driveway, I felt this thing on my thigh. I looked down, and it was this smear of goop from her cunt! My jism and her own juicy stuff mixed together. She'd scooped it up out her panties and had decided to give it to me.

You should've seen her wicked, sexy smile. God, what a girl! I still masturbate to my memories of her every now and then, even to this day. She was amazing.

The story doesn't end well, though. One of our fucks that week got her pregnant. We were permanently separated from each other after that. She was in a new state, after all, and it was easy for her dad and mine to just shut us down. It freaked me out. I never once spoke to her again, not for a single second, not the slightest word, after her phone call to tell me about missing her period. At that point our folks took over. Her parents and mine agreed that she should get an abortion, and that spun me into this really awful cycle of manic-depressant problems that lasted for over ten years.

But I can't help it -- that memory is still like it happened ten minutes ago, and I still feel exhilarated and proud and astounded and horny as hell every time I think back about it. No matter how horrible things got after that, our running out of the theater and hiding in that hidden, sunny spot was this amazing miracle that I can't help but appreciate. No amount of misery that might have come from it can erase those feelings I have about that moment. That probably seems awful, and it might truly be awful, but that's the way I feel. I know how lucky we were.

Corny as this might sound, I've also written a poem about it. If you care to read it, click here.

by bluepervina, © 2006

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