Bedroom Closet

S___ and I talk about sex, we talk about it a lot, as he has men­tioned, I like to talk about it. Even with our com­mu­ni­ca­tion though it can at times be hard to tell him some of the things that I want. This isn’t out of fear in any way, it is really more about me break­ing those bar­ri­ers. But more often then not he is quite intu­itive about what I want, either that or he doesn’t care and it just hap­pens to work out. For example.

The other night as we were walk­ing, as we often do, I had a bit of an atti­tude. I was flirt­ing and teas­ing, toss­ing out innu­en­dos, bait­ing, try­ing in every way to get him to toss me on the ground and fuck me right there in the park. It’s some­thing I have wanted, but it doesn’t seem to be the same when you ask for it. I had laid off a bit when we came to a bit of a hol­low and I found my self pushed to my knees, S___ hard and ready in my mouth using my hair as a han­dle, basi­cally fuck­ing my face with­out a con­cern at all. I hon­estly think he would have liked it if some­one had walked by, I would have too. I didn’t get him fuck­ing me from behind while I was bent over the park bench, but him tak­ing what he wanted was just as good.

Being bold always pays of, espe­cially for S___. I remem­ber another time when he just knew what I wanted. I believe it was the first time he made me cum in the car. We were dri­ving back from the lake, I had only a dress on, I had slipped my swim suit off before we got in the car. I had just been watch­ing him all day, unable to reach over and hold his cock, unable to lean down and take it in my mouth, but I had been think­ing it for hours, but sur­rounded by fam­ily it wasn’t an option. Just a few min­utes into the drive home though I feel his hand mov­ing up my thigh, feel his fin­gers slowly push inside of me, slowly work­ing me. He grinned the moment he felt how wet I was, he already knew. He slowly fin­gered me as I tried to con­cen­trate, tried not to drive of the road, until I was cum­ming and had to be reminded to keep my eyes open.

More sto­ries come to mind of being pulled into restrooms, or being told not to wear panties, quick­ies in hall­ways, and being told what to do at just the right time.

Maybe he is intu­itive, or maybe I am just that obvi­ous, either way, I am a happy woman.

A___

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