The parking lot glows under half-moonlight. Portuguese beach access. Twenty cars scattered sloppy. Interior lights flicker in some. Couples wander. Lone guys prowl. Waves crash distant, muffled roar. Hugo drives slow. Eyes follow us. Tablet glow lights our faces only. Hearts pound. We park aside, hidden-ish. ‘Let’s walk, scout,’ he whispers. Hand squeezes mine tight. Air thick with salt, sex vibe. Everyone here hunts thrills. No innocents this late, road bumpy kilometer back.
Hesitate at door. ‘Really?’ Door creaks soft. He nods. Sexologist’s test. His limp dick curse. Libido fuel low. Watch others, spark ours. ‘Stay close,’ I beg. He grins. ‘No poaching you.’ Idiot. Love him. Months dry. No hard fucks. Blowjobs half-work. He wilts mid-thrust. Cunni fails me. Ache deep. We stroll. Picnic table ahead. Three backs turned. Couple, lone man. Closer: woman kneels, sucks stranger. Dressed but cock gleams free. Saliva shine. Husband rips condom foil. Raspy tear. She rolls it on. Zip down her dress. Naked curves spill. Pot-bellied beauty. Bends table, tits mash wood. Legs spread. Camber. Eyes us. Ours now.
The Contact
Stranger mounts. Plunges raw power. She moans low, throaty. Face twists bliss. Eyes lock mine. Woman to woman. Heat flushes me. Couple beside kisses hot. Lone guy paws my ass. Hugo chuckles. ‘Better cheeks.’ Pull away. Too much. Drag him back. His bulge tents pants. Proof alive. ‘Car,’ he hisses. Stride fast. Push me hood-against. ‘Panties off.’ Glance wild. Isolated spot. Skirt hikes. Fingers hook lace. Slide down. Cool air kisses wet pussy. His zipper rasps sharp. Cock springs. Rock-hard rare gem. Horizontal heat.
‘Touch?’ No. ‘Like this.’ Pins me. Skirt flips. Gland probes slit. Burns hot. I’m soaked. Traitor body. Waves mask breaths. He thrusts. No prep. Fills slick tunnel. ‘Wet slut,’ he growls low. Truth stings sweet. Pounds steady. Flesh slaps muffled. Car rocks faint creak. Eyes shut. Ocean pounds match his. Builds fast. Eyes snap. Her. Picnic bitch. Husband trails. Stares me. Smiles wicked. Complicit. Roles flip. Voyeur to show. Panic spikes. Hide? No. Arch more. Take it.
The Indiscretion
She nods. I grind back. Hugo brutal now. Years gone fury. Slams deep. No wilt fear. Grips hips. Bruise grip. Her eyes bore. Fuels me. Ass clench. ‘Ahh,’ stifled gasp. Waves drown. He growls neck-hot. Cums flood. Triggers mine. Walls pulse. Milk him. Eyes squeeze. Climax blind. Open: gone. Collapse pant. Pull out. Cum drips thigh. Lace back. Skirt down. Door slams soft. Engine hums low.
Drive out slow. Heart thuds chest. Cross walkers. Eyes flick us. Know? Secret burns sweet. Home road silent. His hand thigh. Cum soaks panty. ‘Good?’ Yeah. Libido lit. Sexologist right. Risk ignites. Neighbors sleep. We broke rules next door. Crave more.