I arched my back and gritted my teeth. Another wave of spasms gripped my pussy. He released his grip on my hips and stood up behind me. He lined his r...idged cock up to my opening and began driving into me again with rapid, almost violent, thrusts. He was fucking his slut and as he did, reached around pinching my nipples so hard that I was experiencing both pain and pleasure. My head jerked backwards each time he slammed into me. While holding one breast, he used the other hand to drive two. It helped the harmony, too, because we could hear each other better.Having that glorious body so close in front of me always made my palms sweat, even in the coldest weather, so I usually left my gloves off.One evening as we were serenading a neighbor, I made my big move. As casually as possible, I put my outside hand on Laura’s hip, waiting in dread for her to remove it in disgust or to say something about it. When I felt her hand cover mine and her ass move back against my already rigid. You gasp as my fingers start to explore the outside of your cunt, splaying your lips, feeling them slide beneath my digits. Suddenly I curl my index finger and slip it inside you, instantly noticing how wet you are; how wet I have come to expect you. Probing in and out with my finger, you begin to slowly writhe above me. The knuckle of my thumb rests against your prone clitoris, massaging you. A sudden cool breeze blows across the field, beneath your skirt, teasing your wet cunt and exposed. A moment later her mouth was pressed against mine. We shared a long, passionate kiss with each other that felt less sexual and more like an introduction, albeit a hot one.I find that most encounters are somewhat forgettable. There’s a simple formula they usually follow that I’ve often felt lacked any real passion. An easy way to be memorable to me is a good old-fashioned kiss, or touching my face, or even cuddling and other non-explicitly sexual interactions. It just makes the experience so.