Brownstones and Balconies part10
by HandJob Blog
that held your hair slides up under your shirt and squeezes your nipples
in time to my grinding fingers and crotch. I see your eyes staring
blindly at the passersby on the street below, your mouth slack, your
whole body tensed, pleading, anguished, pleading to be taken over the
edge, your lower opening welcomes me. Aaah! The voices only inches
behind us and I feel you start to quake, to shake, to squirm your ass
gainst my belly, grabbing my hand and using it on your crotch to fully
satisfy your lust.
I growl against you one last time, then slowly relax my grip. My hands
ache with the tension, my knees are weak, I slump over you, my cheek on
your shoulder. My erection recedes and falls out with a silent plop.
You realize your nakedness and bend to draw up your pants. I remove the
condom into a kleenex and stuff it into my pocket. I slip my half-hard
member back inside my pants and zip them up. You turn from your re-
dressing and close your teeth on my collarbone. Turning your head coyly
to the side you look so inviting. I know you are thinking of the green
eyes in the kitchen and the long night before the dawn ahead.