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first story. let me know what you think
MH
Hot Day
(c) Mark Hinton 2001. All Rights Reserved.
It started in the middle of the afternoon on a hot day. I was
travelling back to my house, a few more stops away on the overland
train. The sun was pushing us all down and there was no air.
I sometimes get hard-ons on the train. Usually it's when I'm sitting
on the end of a row of seats and a girl gets on, stands the other
side of the clear plastic divider and holds on to the bar in front of
me. Then I catch a scent of skin and soap and I look at her hand
and imagine it round my cock. That's when I usually get hard ons
in trains.
Except this time there was no soft skin scent, and no hand, just a
hot day. It felt tight and awkward, and I tried to think it down, to
take my mind down to my cock and make the hard on go away.
Usually I'm not turned on, at least my mind isn't. On this hot day, I
could still reason, I didn't want to fuck particularly. I just had a
hard on.
So usually by the time I get to my stop the hard on has gone.
Except on this hot day it hadn't so as I got up I held my newspaper
in front of me and pushed my cock across, to make it less visible.
Then I walked to the end of the platform and went for my ticket.
In London there are people who try to get through the ticket gates
for free by walking very close to those with tickets, and barging
through behind them. This time, I put my ticket in the machine,
picked it out and as the gates opened I stepped forward. Except I
fumbled the ticket and had to stop walking.
Then I felt someone press up against me. In one fragment of a
second I felt skin, fabric and the image of her breasts pushing into
my back. I could see them, they were so real, even through my shirt
and her clothes. She must have stumbled too because she had
overbalanced so much her breasts pushed into my back for a long
while. I still had my hard-on covered by my newspaper so I walked
forward and apologised over my shoulder even though it wasn't my
fault.
Outside the station I stopped and looked back.
A tube-load of people walked towards me, in blue shirts, scuffed
shoes, rumpled saris, with bags, kids, scowls and sweat on their
faces. No sign of the person who'd leaned against me.
Back at my house the heat was more intense. I shut the door, and
threw my shirt, trousers, shoes, socks everything into a pile. Then
poured a long cool drink, opened all the doors and sat back to chill.
After a few minutes a comforting alcoholic haze wrapped round me.
Then the door bell rang. I went to answer it. There was a woman
with black hair standing on my doorstep. She was smiling through
the little security peep-hole. I opened the door and said hello.
- I walked into you at the tube station. I think you dropped this
She held out a 10 note. It wasn't mine. She was trying to get into
my house. She was beautiful.
- Oh right, I said, thanks. I don't think this is mine. But thanks.
- No, you really did drop it. Here.
I took the money. There was a pause. She had brown eyes, and a
small mouth. She looked clean, like she'd just showered, and I
couldn't help looking at her breasts. They were just like the ones I'd
seen through my back in the tube station. She was trying to get
into my house. Suddenly my tongue felt heavy and sticky in my
mouth. A pulse of muscle moved from my stomach to the base of
my cock.
- OK thanks for bringing it over. Er. Look, I'm just having a
drink. Would you, you know...?
She stepped past me. Outside, where she'd just been standing, the
sun roasted the cars and the trees, and the heat haze rippled off
the pavement.
I got a beer from the fridge. I knew I was going to fuck her, and I
couldn't look anywhere without imagining sex things. The top of the
beer, the foam, her mouth sucking back the beer. I sat down
opposite, trying to shake this distracting picture.
She was sitting on the floor, cross legged. She'd taken off her
shoes, and in the cooler air inside the house we were both
beginning to dry. I could hear, as she moved her legs, smooth skin
sliding against fabric. We talked for about 20 minutes. About the
neighbourhood, television, films, the usual. I kept thinking:
- this beautiful woman is in my house and the next time I go
out of the front door I'll have fucked her.
She was looking at my crotch, much more openly than I was
looking at hers. She just took long gazes, then looked at my eyes,
still talking about films, and my mouth thickened up. I looked
mainly at her eyes, and when she turned I looked at her breasts,
and at her crotch.
She was wearing jeans, and I thought I could see, between her legs,
where the central seam was beginning to define her cunt. But I
couldn't look for too long. So we chatted about films, and the
neighbourhood, and the heat.
I started to think we weren't going to fuck after all. She was just
chatting. Then there was quite a long silence, and she said
- I saw you had a hard on. That's why I barged you at the
ticket gate.
A conversations will jog along until one person moves it to another
route. I had another pang in my stomach muscles. My cock began
to get hard again. She looked at me in the eyes and stretched out
her legs. She was still a stranger, but she was sitting in my front
room with her legs apart, facing me, looking from my cock to my
eyes and smiling.
- I barged you because I could see your hard-on on the train. I
was horny when I got on the train. I get horny on hot days. I
came here because I was horny.
I turned towards her, stretched out my legs and leaned back on the
chair behind me. I was mirroring her open, brash position.
- Are you still horny?
- Yes I am
- But you don't know me. I don't know you.
- That's true. But I am feeling very randy, and I haven't
decided whether to fuck you or not. But it's a hot day, and I
do want to do things.
I was disappointed that she might not fuck me.
- What kind of things would you like to do?
- It's a hot day, and I want to be dirty with you.
She moved her legs very slightly further apart, so there was no
mistaking her position. She wasn't sitting, she was showing.
I started openly looking at her, taking in her breasts, her gentle
smile, her painted toes, and the seam of her jeans, marking the
area between her legs. One of those wayward cool breezes waved
over us both. I looked back to her eyes.
- Can I touch your breasts? When you barged me on the
station I felt them against my back.
She answered by taking off her top, and her bra. Her breasts
changed shape as she moved: more conical as she leaned forward
to put her clothes down, rounder and flatter as she leaned back. My
hand was cold from my drink, and I placed it very gently on her
breast. I felt the nipple harden. I lifted my hand until it almost
didn't touch her any more, then made wide slow circles. Her nipple
became harder.
The other nipple was inverted. I leaned down and put my mouth
over the top of her breast. I felt the little pocket with the tip of my
tongue, and as I licked her, the nipple grew until I could softly suck
it up.
Her skin tasted salty from sweat, and the colder air quickly dried
her. I kept my hand flat and stroked her skin - all around her
breasts in slow purposeful trails, over her sides towards her
armpits, and up towards her neck. I pushed her hair away from her
face and touched her mouth with three fingers. She licked them.
I was quite close to her. My mouth was thick. She was half naked,
and I could see my saliva on her breasts and stomach. I could see
the skin of her stomach go into her jeans, and I imagined putting
my hand on her cunt. She looked into my eyes, and I looked back
at her. There was a small silence. We could hear shouting from the
street outside. I spoke quietly.
- I really want to do dirty things with you. But I want to fuck
you in the end.
- Maybe. I'll decide. I feel like I want to show you my cunt.
Then I want you to show me your cock.
We sat looking at each other silently.
She stood up, and pulled off her shoes and her jeans. Her skin was
still shiny with sweat under the jeans at the tops of her legs. Her
underwear wasn't wet. She left it on and sat back in the same
position, legs apart, facing me. She looked at me. I looked back
into her eyes. She smiled, and raised an eyebrow.
I got up, and pulled off my shorts. I was drier than her. The air in
my trousers was hotter than the air in the room so I felt a cool
breeze on my cock. My cock was hard, but I didn't take it out of my
pants, and I sat down. She had asked to go first.
- OK. You can look at my cunt now. But don't touch me.
I looked between her legs. She pulled her underwear up very tight.
It pressed into her cunt, and showed where her lips were. I glanced
back at her eyes, and she just looked at me. Then she looked down,
so I did too.
She pulled a little more, and gathered the fabric into a thinner
strip. This short rope of material slid between the lips of her cunt.
She had dark pubic hair, and her lips pushed round the fabric
slightly, so they began to obscure it. She pulled again, and I could
see the skin and hair of her cunt move slightly up, and down again.
My cock was harder. I looked at her face. She was looking at her
own cunt, at the material pushing into her.
She slid a finger under the material, and lifted it to one side. Then
she put a single finger on her pubic hair, pointing towards the floor.
She moved it very slowly down, between her lips and into her cunt.
Twice she slipped her finger between her lips and back again.
Then she gently spread her cunt open to the right with her finger. I
could see there was a little wetness beginning. Her movements
were very deliberate, very matter of fact. She was just showing me
her cunt, look here, now here, this is a good bit.
She brought the other finger over, and pulled her cunt open to the
left too.
- I didn't like my cunt for a very long time, but now I do like it.
I like the way the little lips here don't stick out at all.
I nodded. Her other finger pointed at the tiny inner lips.
- And I like to watch as it gets turned on. It's a turned on now,
but not properly. When I get really turned on it really swells
and my clit feels really big.
I nodded again, and looked at her face. But she was looking at her
cunt, appraising it and opening it to see everywhere. She seemed
fascinated by it, touching each part, running her fingers along each
piece of skin. The she turned to me.
- You're really looking at my cunt, aren't you?
I nodded.
- Good. OK now let me see your cock.
I had on those pants with a fly-hole, and when I'm wanking I like to
put my cock through the hole and have the material tighten up
round my balls. So I reached down and pulled my cock through the
hole. She watched as I did this. Then she looked at my cock.
- I didn't like my cock for a long time either. I was worried
about it being too small. But it's an OK size.
- Pull back your foreskin
I did as she asked. This familiar wanking movement gave me
another pulse. I closed my eyes, trying to think back the feelings. I
could feel the cool air and daylight on the top of my cock. I took my
hand away and the skin crept back very slightly to half cover the
end of my cock. I looked at her face. She was really looking, very
intently at my cock. She glanced at me
- I'm getting turned on. You can see my cunt is getting wetter.
I might want to fuck you. Anyway, we are both going to come
this afternoon. I think I want to come first.
- I thought you wanted to do dirty things?
I was pleased she felt more like fucking me. I imagined how it
would feel pushing my cock into her cunt. I looked over to where
her finger was making tiny circles around the opening my cock
would go into. I smiled back at her, and pulled my foreskin right
down.
- Well, OK, that depends on what dirty means.
We sat there. The sun had moved round, and it was in my eyes. I
could see she still had one finger between her legs. I was moving
my hand up and down my cock. The breezes had stopped for a
moment and I could feel the heat building. I shifted position out of
the sun
- I like to do anal sex. Not to come in you, but just to be inside
you. That's what I mean by dirty. So what do you mean by
dirty?
She wasn't shocked, and she didn't take her finger away.
- OK. I like that too. But I also like to piss. With a cock inside
me. But that means I have to decide to fuck you.
She closed her eyes for a few seconds, and pressed her middle
finger into herself.
- I'm imagining your cock in me.
- I'm imagining my cock in you
- Good. I want to hold your cock with my hand.
I moved round beside her, and she put her hand on my cock. She
had cool hands, and she started to slowly wank me. I watched for a
few strokes as her hands hid and revealed the top of my cock.
- You can touch my cunt if you like. You can put your fingers in
me.
I reached down between her legs, almost to the floor and brought
one finger in to her cunt. It was warm and wet. I stroked this finger
all the way up to the top of her lips. My finger went into her slightly
as it passed between her smaller lips. I went back a little and found
her clit. I started to make little rings around it. She parted her legs
a bit more.
She pressed between my balls and wanked the part of my cock that
goes through my scrotum. Her thumb touched the hair on my balls.
I started to want to come.
- I really want to come
- No, I want to go first, then you can put your cock in me. In
my arse. But first, make me come.
She stopped wanking me and lay back. I ran my finger between her
lips, first the tip then the knuckle pressing against her clit. She
started to get very wet.
- Can you see how it's swelling up? I'm getting very turned on,
and my cunt is getting wetter. Please put your fingers in me.
I changed to the middle finger and slid it into her. She sighed
again. I kept the pressure on her clit with my palm. I circled my
finger inside her. I could feel the rough, ribbed surface of the inside
of her pubic bone. I could also smell her.
- Please can you kiss my breasts? I'm going to come and I
want you to suck my nipples hard as I come.
I took a nipple in my mouth. It was hard and tight. I licked all round
it, and suckled it. I moved my head back and made tiny flickering
tongue movements over it. Then she came, so I sucked her nipples
hard as she'd asked.
She crushed her legs together on my hand, and I pushed my
fingers into her. She didn't make much noise. I watched her face as
she came, and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Then she
opened them, saw me looking and grinned. For a moment we were
intimate like lovers When she was coming with my hand in her
cunt.
Then she lay back. I took my hand away. She looked at my hand. I
looked down along her body. Her breasts, her stomach, her curly
pubic hair slick with wetness from inside her.
- Do you want me to put my cock inside you?
- Yes
- Would you like me to put my cock in your cunt or your arse?
- Do you have anything to make us slippery?
- I think so.
- In that case, put your cock in my arse. But please don't
come
I used some moisturiser to make us both slippery. Then I pushed
her onto her front. I looked down at her back, her neck, her legs
open in front of me. She put her head to one side. Her eyes were
closed.
I leaned forward and rubbed my hands down the skin of her back.
It was warm and dry. I brought my hands to her buttocks, and
stroked my thumbs through between them. I did this three times,
each time separating her buttocks a little more. She moved her
legs more apart.
I reached between her legs, and ran my finger through her cunt.
She sighed very slighty. I moved my hand back, and used her
wetness on my finger to soften her arsehole. Then I put some
moisturiser on my hand, and on my cock. It was very cold. I poured
a little onto her arsehole from a few inches above. She tensed, then
relaxed. I rubbed the cold liquid into her arsehole.
- I can feel a drip running through my pubes to my cunt.
I reached down with my whole hand and rubbed her wetness and
the moisturiser into her cunt.
Then I leaned forward and put my cock against her arsehole. It felt
tight. I stroked her back again, from her neck, past her
shoulderblades, down her spine and across her buttocks.
She lay on her front, with her legs open in front of me, moisturiser
and wetness from her cunt spread over her arsehole, and my cock
resting against her. I pushed forward. I felt just the very tip of my
cock slip inside her, a band of muscle around it.
- Tell me if I hurt you
- OK. Push into me now.
I pushed a little more, and her arsehole opened a little more. Each
time I pushed, I stroked her back from her neck to nearly where my
cock was going inside her.
Eventually I felt the ring of muscle around the base of my cock, and
she opened her eyes.
- Your cock is in my arse. Right inside.
I could only feel the muscle around my cock. There was no
sensation in the rest of my cock. I pulled my cock slowly out of her,
and very slowly pushed it back inside. I leaned further forward and
kissed the back of her neck. My chest was against her back, and I
could feel her skin against me all the way from her buttocks to my
face. I really wanted to come
- I want to come
- Don't come. I want to come again. I'm going to touch myself.
She reached down. I lifted up and balanced myself. She started to
wank.
- I'm wanking. With your cock in my arsehole. Fuck me really
gently. Move your cock in and out.
I started to push in and out of her. The band of muscle had
loosened slightly. I moved my cock into her and out. I looked down
to watch my cock going into her arsehole, and I moved my head to
one side so I could see her fingers on her cunt.
- I'm going to come again, with you inside me. Push your cock
really deep. Just push and don't stop.
I pushed my cock deeper into her. I could feel something touching
the top of my cock, and the ring of muscle around the base. When
she came, her arsehole tightened six times and she tried to bring
her legs together. I stopped her legs, and she relaxed.
- I'm going to take my cock out of you now. Just push against
me.
She tensed herself. I could feel her pushing my cock, and she softly
expelled me. Her arsehole was very slippery, and as the head of my
cock passed back through it I felt another pulse of arousal.
- I want to come now. It's my turn.
- OK. I want to see you come. Come on my chest.
She turned onto her back. I moved forward until my cock was over
her midriff. I put my hand on my cock and started to wank. She
looked at my cock. I looked at her staring at my cock, and thought
about my cock in her arsehole.
- I really enjoyed fucking you just now. I really liked my cock in
your arsehole
- I liked it too. Could you feel it when I came?
- Yes. Your arsehole clenched round my cock. I think my cock
touched some shit up inside you as well.
I felt the tension build up in my belly, and finally I came. I made a
low breathless noise, and saw my come squirt from the end of my
cock onto her tits. The first squirt went further than the rest and
landed on her face. It was a very strong come, and I was out of
breath for a moment. I held my cock quite hard to press out the
rest of the come.
I reached down and spread my come over her breasts. She licked
out with her tongue and cleaned the small splash of come from her
face. Because of the heat, the come became sticky quickly. I smiled
at her, and drifted my fingers over her nipples. She smiled back.
- When was the last time you came?
- I wanked two days ago
- That was a lot of come
- Yes. Do you want something to drink?
- Water please. Ice.
I went to the fridge, and poured some iced water. I handed one
glass to her, and went to the bathroom. I used a cloth to wash my
cock. It wasn't hard, but as I washed it and thought about fucking
her arsehole it became hard again. I walked back out.
She looked at me.
- Thanks for the water. I think I want to fuck you properly
- OK. I've just cleaned my cock
- Good. Thank you. I want to have a break, and then fuck you.
I have to go after that.
- OK. I need a few minutes anyway. My cock is hard, but I'm
not sure I can come again for a little while.
- OK. I'll ask you to fuck me in a few minutes. Come and sit
down.
I sat down behind her. She lay on the floor with her knees up and
her legs about shoulder width apart. As we rested we I imagined
her cunt slightly open.
- Can you feel the air on your cunt?
- Yes. It feels good. I like to feel air on my cunt. How's your
cock?
- It's getting harder. I'm imagining your cunt. I'm imagining
what it looks like.
We sat like that for a few minutes. The sun moved a little more, and
a cool breeze stirred through the house.
Eventually she looked at me.
- OK, I want you to fuck me now. I want you to put your cock
into my cunt. You can come inside me. I'll try and come too.
I want to sit on top of you to start with.
I lay on my back, and wanked my cock a little. She straddled me. I
could see her dark pubes as she opened her legs either side of me.
She positioned herself and lowered herself onto my cock. I felt my
cock push into her cunt. It went right in, very slowly. She was
already wet.
- I've been imagining your cock in my cunt. I've also been
concentrating on how my arsehole feels. I can still feel your
cock in there.
We sat for a little while. She moved very slowly, back and forth. She
was rubbing her clit against my pubes. I could feel the inside of her
cunt for the whole length of my cock.
- Your cunt feels different to your arsehole. It's tighter, and
wetter. I can feel the whole depth of it.
- I can feel your cock sliding into me. Can you open my cunt
please? Use your hands
I reached down behind her, underneath between us, and felt for the
heat. She lifted off of me and I spread her cunt. She settled back
down on to me and I could feel much more wetness around my
cock and balls. She started to move a little faster. We moved
together for a few minutes, faster and slower, and we made private,
soft noises to each other. Her movements became more rhythmic
and she started to push my cock deeper into her.
- I think I can come again. Do you want to come now?
I had planned to fuck her with me on top and her legs open in front
of me. But I really wanted to come inside her. I looked at her eyes.
- I'm ready to come. I want to come in you.
- OK. But I'm going to try and piss first. With you inside me.
She breathed in and out, and settled back on me. I felt her legs
open and she tilted her pelvis forward. I could feel a different set of
muscles on my cock. She concentrated. I imagined a warm stream
of piss running down from her cunt over my balls, through my arse
onto the floor. I waited for it, experiencing the inside of her with my
cock. She shifted to her left, and concentrated again. It was very
quiet, just the sound of the outdoors and our breathing. She
opened her eyes.
- I can't do it. Not now. I don't need to go. But now I want to
come even more. I'm going to come with you inside me.
I started to push up against her much harder. She leaned right
down towards me and her hair went in my mouth. I kissed her. She
leaned up and right back. I felt the tension building.
- I'm going to come
- So am I
With a pulse of muscle I felt my come squirting into her cunt. At the
same time she made a long slow noise and clenched her legs
together. I pushed up in time with the spasms in my cock. She
reached down and put her hands on her cunt either side of my
cock. Her head flopped forward and I felt the backs of her hands
against my legs. She'd been holding her breath and she exhaled.
After a moment she lifted off of me. My cock was wet with come.
She lay back. I looked down my body at her cunt, then I moved
round towards her, and put my arm across her breasts.
- I enjoyed that
- So did I
- Do you have to go?
- Yes. But I want us to hold each other for a while
So we held each other. I thought about fucking her, replaying the
sex in my head.
- I'm imagining us fucking
- So am I. I have to go now.
She got up, and put her clothes on. I saw her cunt disappear
behind the crumpled material of her underwear. Her breasts
vanished into a bra and her top. I dressed as well.
She smiled at me before she left.
- I'm glad I came round
- So am I. Will you come back?
- Maybe
- OK.
Then she took her smile away, walking down the road. I watched
her go, and I thought about us fucking. I went back inside, and sat
back amazed. My cock became hard again. My balls ached. I
waited for a cool breeze and hoped to see her again.
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