We were enjoying our vacation. We had decided to take a road trip to the east coast. One of our stops was at a quaint settlement town just outside of Baltimore. It was the end of summer, beginning of fall when the leaves were just starting to turn and the air had a light crispness to it. I was excited to explore this small town with the man I loved so I gussied up a bit before leaving the hotel. I wore a long sleeved shirt I had- it was white and buttoned down. Paired with a short denim skirt and knee high boots I felt casual yet sexy. Armed with you hand in hand we left our room and we decided to walk to our destination. We both agreed that the French bistro we ate dinner in had a more appetizing décor than menu. Still, not wanting our night to be ruined we decided to go for a walk.
We were just finishing our ice cream when we came upon it- an adorable cemetery straight out of a storybook. It was around the edge of the small town- the full moon cast a well lit glow and because we were alone at 10:30 on a weeknight we felt a rush of excitement as we snuck in. There were broken head stones and flowers growing in patches. A large weeping willow was swaying its branches in the light breeze making the moonlight dance on the ground. We separated for a bit, reading the headstones that caught our attention. All of sudden a shadow appeared, a rather large cloud had blocked the light of the moon.
Startled, I looked for you and saw you bending over slightly, squinting to read a rather long headstone. I don't know what it was exactly that hit me at that moment- perhaps it was my lust with the church and all things sacred, perhaps you were just looking good…but all I knew was that I needed you then. Quietly I walked over to where you were preoccupied. Since you had your hands clasped behind you as you were slightly bent over, I snuck up behind you and pressed my groin into them. My left hand lay on your back as my right rounded past your hip and dipped frontward and below.
You stood straight, leaning into me and said "hi". You underestimated my attention for a mere "hey baby, I missed you". But I wanted you, I was burning for you, so I pressed my hand over you and squeezed forcefully.
Smiling you turned around and before you got to say anything I nipped your ear lobe and hoarsely whispered "I need you, here, now."
You told me you knew just the place, tucked my hand in yours and led me to it. I guess you had found it when we were off by ourselves. It was a private little tomb, probably reserved for the mayor of the settlement long ago. There was no door blocking the entrance, just tons of ivy slithering its way up the walls. Inside was only one stone slab that surely entombed a coffin within. I looked to see why the moon was letting in light and saw that most of the wooden roofing had fallen apart from the steel beams.
You twirled me around until we were standing face to face, your body blocking me from escape. Looking into each other's eyes and breathing heavy you walked me backwards until the backs of my thighs hit stone. Grabbing just above my hips you lifted me up and set me on the stone tomb. Neither of us was speaking, the only sounds were our heavy breathing. With your left hand supporting the back of my neck you leaned me backwards slightly and kissed my neck, giving it the gentle yet passionate love that always made my lust for you grow more.
You're right hand was busy exploring my body as if it were the first time. Cupping me, squeezing me, stroking me. You made it down to my naked thighs, and then slowly so to tease me, felt your way back up my thigh. The heat of the moment and the electricity of your touch forced me to spread my thighs apart, welcoming you- allowing you to quickly reach my heat.
With a slow, strong, fluid motion you began rubbing my sex through my black satin panties. You quickly found out just how wet and ready for you I was, feeling my panties dampening and my lips swelling through the fabric. As you kept biting at my neck you slipped your fingers around the side of our cloth barrier, into my innermost being. My silky wet sex welcomed you willingly. You let your thumb play with my clit as you slipped first one, then two fingers into my slippery yet tight entrance.
Over the heavy breathing, the ringing in your years, the feeling of me on your hand, my neck at your mouth- you heard something. Wait, was it really? You stopped kissing me and moved your ear closer to my mouth, hearing more clearly the sins I was speaking. You stopped pistoning your fingers in and out of me, held them deep in their place.