“Someone's coming,” he said.
“You? Already?”
“Almost,” he said. “But I also see someone on the beach, walking this way.”
“What do we do?” I squeezed him with my pelvic muscles and he reflexively thrust into me.
His voice got a little louder, as though we weren't having sex, and he said, “So, Laura, how do you like our little town?” His hands moved to spread the skirt part of my green dress down, so that someone walking by wouldn't know he was penetrating me. To an outside observer, we were just cuddling, making out, sharing heat on a summer night.
“The town?” I squeezed his hard penis inside me with my pelvic muscles. “It's really fun. I've been having such a good time here.” I kissed him and he licked at my lips as I squeezed him some more.
He leaned back and rested his elbows on the big log we were straddling. He tossed his shaggy hair casually and said, “I'd like to travel some more. I've been planning for a backpacking trip, to Europe, or Asia.”
The person walking along the beach was getting closer. I couldn't make out the form, but my imagination filled in the details, and I saw Sharise. I could have sworn it was her.
My pulse quickened, and I felt chilly all over, prickly with fear sweat. She had found us, and she was angry . I turned to make wide-eyes at Shawn as I froze, scared.
He called out, “Hi Mrs. Roseapple!”
“Hello, dearie!” she said.
I turned my head and took another look, finding it wasn't Sharise at all, but one of the kind older women from the antiques store. She glanced down at our bodies, her expression curious, from what I could tell. She stopped to talk to us, but then turned her head away, chuckling. “You lovebirds never mind me,” she said, and she walked away, turning back once to give us a little wave.
“She knows,” I said to Shawn.
“Doesn't matter,” he said, and his member, which had relaxed and softened when we'd stopped, came back to life again.
The adrenaline from the fear was still in my system, and I felt an overwhelming tingling sensation all around my vagina. It was like tiny little starbursts of energy, and without even thinking, I started to rock my hips, moving up and down on Shawn's hardening member.
He moaned and closed his eyes again, then he relaxed his torso, all the way back onto the log, so that he was lying back and I was riding him, cowgirl style.
I leaned forward and pressed my hands into his chest so I could get a better angle and drive myself down harder, harder onto his cock.
The little starbursts all around my vagina got brighter and stronger, and I felt a delicious wave of frenzied desire come over me. I was desperate. Desperate to keep moving, to keep feeling him moving inside of me. Even my hands on his strong chest muscles were filling with light, with starbursts and sparks.
Then something unexpected happened. I started to have an orgasm. At first I wasn't sure. I couldn't believe it, because it had only been a few minutes, and I hadn't had any oral sex beforehand to get warmed up or partway there, but it was happening, and it was all because of sweet Shawn and his big cock inside me.
“Slow down,” he said. “You're going to make me come.”
“Do it,” I said, grinding down onto him. I wanted him to come, wanted to feel his shaft expand inside of me, feel the hot product of our sex coming out of his body, coming all inside me.
I held on tight to his chest muscles as he rocked under me, thrusting harder and harder.
I was coming, as the waves lapped up on the shore next to us and the moon shone down, and we were out in the wide-open, for anyone to see. I was an animal. I was part of nature.
And it felt good.
The starbursts turned into a supernova of bliss, blasting out from me like hot, white light.
He kissed me and held me tight.
We stopped moving, and we were both quiet.
We were still.
And then I let out a nervous laugh.
“Come here,” he said, and he pulled my hand and brought me
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