This is much shorter than my usual stories; I hope this "short and sweet" method works. Both participants are WELL over 18!
Enjoy.
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We walk together towards the woods, trees silhouetted against the last vestiges of a glorious sunset; a dog each, running the big fan-shaped route even non-working spaniels do. We enter the gap between the trees and I reach a hand towards yours, almost like we were teenagers again. You take it, softly squeezing my fingers before lacing yours between them. I look over at you, the russet-orange of the sunset highlighted in your blonde hair, your bright blue eyes shining as you look back at me.
Further we go into the quickening dark, walking slowly now, close together so my arm is diagonally across your back and my hand slips into your jeans pocket - just like I used to do. Just like you used to do, your hand is in my jeans pocket too, our fingers gently squeezing on the other's buttock, revelling in the touch.
It's almost dark under the canopy of branches now. We stop and face each other, other hands delving into rear pockets so all four are squeezing taut butt cheeks and I bend forward until our faces are mere millimetres apart.
We kiss softly at first, but in seconds we are invading each others' mouths with probing tongues, desperate to taste the other, hands now pulling hips so our denim-clad groins slam together. Almost immediately my penis is solid in my jeans, painfully trapped behind the zipper and pressing firm against your belly. I feel your gasp as you push back against me, your fingers clawing my butt as you probe my mouth even deeper with your tongue.
I take my hands out of your pockets and cup them under your firm, round buttocks, lifting you up until your legs slip comfortably round my waist and I'm sure I can feel the heat from your pussy against my shaft. I feel your heels against my ass as you press yourself against me again and again; I hold on to your ass with one hand, while the other slips under your loose t-shirt and slide upwards to find your breasts.
Your breasts are no bigger than they were way back then, b-cup at most but with thick, brown nipples. I can't see them now, but I can imagine their appearance and can feel the crinkled texture against my fingers as I grasp them one after the other, squeezing them mercilessly as I know you love me to do.
I revel in your sudden exhalation as I pinch your tender nubs, as I revel in the feel of your soft tit flesh against my palm. I feel your hands slide between our bodies, squeezing your tits together as you reach for the snap of my jeans and flick it open. You push down with your hands, then your feet, until the jeans slip far enough down my thighs that my cock springs free and presses against your ass crack, the roughness of the denim scraping my glans.
It's my turn to groan now, breathing my lust into your mouth.