Jill opened the patio door and stepped outside. I followed close behind, squinting through the night as she cast off her robe, letting it fall to the ground. The night air was warm against my body, the wood of the deck sturdy and smooth beneath my bare feet. She stood at the railing, her back arched, her ass an unmissable target. She was ready for me.
I listened to the crickets chirping in the distance. Miles away, we saw a faint spark across the clearing that we could have convinced ourselves was a firefly, if only they were native to the area. I suggested a far-off hiker with a flashlight, but Jill shot the idea down when the spark died away as quickly as it had appeared. As long as it didn't get any closer, we were fine.
As I pressed my hardness into the soft flesh of her ass, Jill leaned back to kiss me. Her tongue found my own, my hands rising to meet the fullness of her breasts. My fingers pinched and pulled her nipples, manipulating them into excited points as she reached down to guide me inside her. Taking her mouth off of mine, she gasped as she felt me enter. Then she braced herself against the railing, and we began.
The coyote that howled in perfect sync with Jill as she climaxed didn't deter our rhythm. Her hips continued to buck against mine, her pussy undulating on my cock, goading me toward my own orgasm. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so that we could enjoy another voracious kiss. Her hungry mouth opened on mine. I knew it wouldn't be long.
When I told Jill that I was cumming, she hopped down off of my cock and lowered herself onto her knees. I expected her mouth to engulf me, swallowing down every drop as I unleashed my orgasm. Instead, however, it was her hand that closed around my length, pumping enthusiastically. As I felt myself begin to ejaculate, I heard a chorus of satisfied moans from my wife as I showered her in white.
We never did find out the cause of the spark we'd seen that night. But if it did happen to be a hiker, or someone else traveling through those woods, we wonder if he or she noticed our own sparks.
Picture prompt; no verbal prompt this week
Painting by Ash-Dragon-Wolf
11 comments:
Mmmmmmm that is so hot!!!
~Mia~ xx
mmm very hot! I imagine that whoever was out there must definitely have seen the sparks!
Rebel xox
Yes, very hot. I agree with Marie, they definitely saw sparks.
I want sparks..... :) lovely post! I need a vacation that involves this. lol
Yep. I reckon that hiker put down their flashlight to be able to pick up their binoculars! ;-))
That would be quite the beacon indeed!! ;)
~Kazi xxx
Mmm! I enjoyed this Wicked Wednesday Midnight Encounter. Every bit of it. :-)
Very, very hot! I love the idea of an outside tryst in the dark! I wonder if it's something I could ever get away with in my shared, terraced, city house!
Gorgeous scene and I almost felt there with you (and I wasn't a stray hiker I promise!)
Can't think of a better way to induce sparks in the dark... Hot post...
So very hot! Makes me want to put on my hiking shoes...
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