Bridge Lights, Wet Wishes

It was date night. We’d grabbed some burgers and fries at that greasy diner down the street, then caught the latest action flick at the Grand Majestic. It was late, past midnight, and the theater was nearly empty – just a couple of older folks in the back row, and us. We settled into our seats, recline them a bit, and dug into our oversized popcorn buckets, sharing a giant soda. The lights dimmed, casting long shadows across the screen, and she leaned her head against my shoulder, her warmth seeping into my coat.

At a slower scene, where the hero was meticulously disarming a bomb, she brought her fingers up to my nose, and the scent hit me like a wave – a heady mix of vanilla and something wilder, something inherently feminine. I could smell her pussy juices, a sweet, almost intoxicating aroma. She pulled her fingers apart, revealing a glistening trail of her slippery, wetness stretched between her fingertips. It was a shocking sight, yet utterly captivating.

She was wearing a short, denim skirt and a low-cut, crimson blouse, the fabric clinging to her curves. I reached over, slowly sliding my hand up her inner thigh, gently caressing the smooth skin with my fingertips. I always found the intersection of her legs and her ass to be particularly sensitive, a vulnerable spot begging for attention. My hand climbed higher, lingering there for a moment, enjoying the subtle tremor that ran through her body as my touch increased. I hadn’t yet encountered her panties, a small detail that added to the anticipation.

Finally, I moved my hand further up, my fingers brushing against her pubic hair before landing on a thong, a delicate piece of lace barely covering her sensitive area. I carefully pulled it aside, exposing her pussy lips, slick with lubrication and anticipation. I gently spread her lips, then, with a deliberate motion, plunged my finger into the depths, followed by a satisfying, slow withdrawal, pulling the slickness from within up to the top of her pussy. Lightly, I rubbed her clit, a feather-light touch designed to tease and build excitement. It caused her hips to slowly buck, a rhythmic, involuntary movement that sent shivers down my spine. Her pussy lips felt so full, so exquisitely sensitive, begging for exploration.

I continued to tease her, my hand tracing the contours of her legs and ass, each caress sending a fresh wave of heat through me. She instinctively pulled her blouse down a few inches, revealing more of her gorgeous, tanned breasts. The scent intensified, becoming almost overwhelming. I was getting increasingly hot and bothered, my cock hard as a rock, eager to fulfill its primal purpose.

She whispered in my ear, her breath warm against my skin, "My turn," then reached over, feeling the tautness of my muscles. Slowly, she reached into my sweatpants and pushed the waistband under my cock and balls, exposing them fully to her gaze. With my cock now in plain view, she then reached down underneath her skirt, her fingers sinking into her soaking pussy. She worked her hand, covered in her slippery, wetness, up and down my shaft, a deliberate, sensual exploration.

Now it was my turn to buckle under the pressure of desire. She kept at it for a few minutes, but the movie got too exciting, a car chase that left us breathless, and we went back to watching. The tension remained, however, a palpable force between us.

Once the movie ended, we waited until the other couple had left, disappearing into the night. Then she got up, slid her panties down her legs, stepped out of them, and placed them in my hand. I also stood up, retrieving the thong from my pocket and tucking it away. We wrapped our arms around each other from behind, pulling her close, cupping her breasts through her clothing before sliding them down the sides of her body until I could feel the soft, bare flesh of her ass.

She twisted her upper body around, opening her mouth, and we kissed, sliding our tongues together, a slow, deliberate exploration of each other’s pleasure. My cock was instantly hard again, and I grasped her hips, pulling her closer, grinding it against her ass. She whispered that she was so wet her juices were running down her leg, a blatant invitation that I couldn't resist.

We walked outside, seeking out a dark corner where we could lose ourselves in each other’s embrace. The back of the parking lot of the Grand Majestic was next to a bike trail running alongside a murky river. It was springtime, and the river was high, swollen with recent rains. The cool night air and the sound of the rushing water created an exhilarating atmosphere. Further up the trail, the river had flooded over the path in several places, so no one was using it.

We walked up the trail, stopping several times to kiss and grope each other, until we got where the trail disappeared under a bridge. There was supposed to be a light on the bridge, but the bulb had burned out, leaving it completely dark. We continued to grope and kiss each other, our eyes adjusting to the darkness, a shared sense of intimacy forming between us.

On one side of the path, there was a heavy metal pole fence, about four feet high, designed to protect people from falling into the river. The fence consisted of horizontal poles spaced about a foot apart, resembling a ladder. My wife looked around, ensuring that we were alone, then climbed up and sat on the top of the fence, placing her feet on a lower rail and spreading her legs, revealing her incredibly slick pussy at near face level. Her pussy hair was trimmed in a landing strip about an inch wide, only extending an inch or so above her clit, which absolutely drives me crazy.

I bent over a little, slowly licking her pussy from bottom to top, cleaning the juices off her lips and inner legs as she moaned in pleasure. (How I love the taste of her juices!) I then slid a finger inside, making a “come here” motion while continuing to lick and suck her clit. Her hips bucked with increasing intensity, her moans growing louder with every stroke of my tongue. She said, “Dammit, I want you inside me,” and jumped down, pressing me back against the fence. She pulled her shirt down, fully exposing her tits and said, “Suck me, baby.” I grasped them in my hands and kneaded them firmly while swirling my tongue around each nipple.

She pulled down the front of my sweatpants, grabbed my cock, and began to slide it up and down the lips of her drowning wet pussy. Since I am nearly a foot taller than her, I leaned back and sat my ass on one of the lower fence rails, spreading my legs to make myself lower. She stood with her legs together between mine and slowly impaled herself on my cock. Taking her time, she slid her engorged pussy up and down the shaft. “Suck my nipples harder, baby,” she said, and of course, I obliged.

I slid my hands down her sides and under her skirt, grabbing her bubbly ass, pulling her harder against me. The silky smooth folds of her pussy felt so good on my cock, and her ass massaging my balls was driving me absolutely crazy. “Oh, baby, the mushroom head of your cock is flicking my clit and g-spot just right,” she said in a ragged voice.

I could feel her ass begin to tighten, and then she began to cum. Her pussy clenched my cock with each spasm as she rode out the orgasm, moaning loudly with every wave. As the orgasm subsided, I stood up and pulled my waistband back up. She leaned into me, putting her head against my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her and just held her there. “I love you so much, baby,” I told her as I stroked her face and hair. She said, “Baby, I love you, too. That was an amazing orgasm.”

After a few minutes, she had recovered enough and pulled my cock and balls out of my sweatpants again. She was so horny from the first orgasm that there was no teasing or foreplay. I leaned back on the fence, this time supporting myself with my arms and holding my legs together.

She spread her legs and slid back onto my cock, even wetter than before. She said, “Baby, I want to cum again.” She grabbed my t-shirt at my chest with one hand and started bouncing up and down, grinding her clit on my shaft with every stroke. Her ass brushed against my balls when she bounced, making my cock ache for release. Soon her head tilted back, and she said, “Your dick is flicking me just right. I’m gonna cuuuuuuuuuuuum.” And then she was moaning again with wave after wave of ecstasy.

After that, she could barely stand, and I held her again until she regained her composure. She said, “I guess it’s your turn now, big boy.” I sat on the fence, and she devoured my cock, sucking it expertly with her long tongue. “Wow, I was crazy wet, huh?” she said as she licked her wetness off my shaft.

It didn’t take long before I was again on the edge of an orgasm. I told her, “Baby, I want to cum in that wet pussy.” She stopped sucking, leaned over the fence, and lifted her skirt, showing me her naked ass. I jumped down and plunged my cock into her pussy. “Fuck me, baby!” she screamed. I grabbed her hips and began to pound her pussy from behind, my balls smacking her voluptuous ass. Soon I was groaning in ecstasy as I filled her over and over with my cum. Afterward, I had to lean against the fence. I had come so hard I was out of breath and weak in the knees.

We walked back to the car, and she had to stop twice to squat and squirt out the crazy amount of cum that I had filled her with. The sex had been so good that a few weeks later we decided to try out the spot again. But, by that time, the light had been fixed and the flooding had subsided. There was no way to get the privacy we needed.

I still get a little smile every time I drive by that place, remembering that awesome night of sex.

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