Fx and Lx - Somewhere only we know, a short story by Aphra_Dite. Date added: 2012-06-25. Times viewed: 1300.
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- Intro: Fx couldn't get him or the sex they shared out of her head.
The working days passed, Fx and Lx avoided each other. Fx felt the strain, she didn't show it, she was her usual bright and sunny self. She had always been the Great Pretender, masking how she really felt about every aspect of her life. On the whole people cared very little, they pretended to but in reality they were too caught up in their own lives to really listen. Her colleagues offloaded on her, marital problems, money problems, problems, problems, problems. She instead saw joy in life, in just being herself, she had never craved stuff, material things meant little but she longed to be outside. The office was stifling, she longed for the Weekend when she could tend her garden and grow things, make things come alive. Life was everything. To feel alive was everything.
As was the ability to be outside, to see the Seasons change, feel the wind blow her hair, the rain on her skin. To walk along the beach in no particular direction, a solitary figure but with her thoughts to occupy her.
Sometimes she shared facts with people but it wasn't an easy process, easier to pretend, she had been a Pretender for a lifetime after all.
Fx missed him, she missed his touch and the excitement of each encounter. She didn't crave permanence rather a part of him and that was no longer possible. It was hard, sometimes when she drove to work she felt the agony of it. Her body craved his, no more tasting him, touching him, agony to see him across the office and want him to satisfy her appetite. It was crushing. Yes she was in love with him, but she pushed it down, tried to deny it, it was so much about the way he made her feel sexually and yet more so, they were a match on many levels. Cerebral, physical, yet still he belonged to somebody else. He was somebody elses property, be careful what you wish for because it might just come true. She didn't want to love him, she hadn't wished it but her body had.
It didn't continue of course, the ignoring, the avoiding, they were satellites, orbiting around each other. However before long the common thread that joined them pulled the satellites back together. They mirrored each other, were the others sexual reflection, fair or unfair, that's how it was.
When she saw his email appear her heart lurched. Fx closed her eyes, it was painful. She wanted to do the right thing but the wanting of him was far more.
"Hello, do you know of anywhere we could go "rambling" after work?"
Lx had often joked that he likened the smell of oil seed rape fields to the aroma of a woman's pussy. She had driven past the fields just this morning which were yellow as the sun and glancing at them she thought of him. Fx wanted to make love to him outside, the danger of discovery yes, but more so the overwhelming need to have him inside her.
"I am not sure, but I will try and find somewhere and let you know.
She despised her weakness, she should say no, should push him back to his wife but it was impossible, the flesh was weak. Her flesh was weak.
Her pulse raced faster and faster as the end of the day approached. There were many things that she still wanted to do with him, he had expressed a desire to be dominated. She wanted to do that, she wanted to squirt all of her juices into his mouth as she sat on his face, wanted to spend a whole night in bed with him of pure pleasure. Half awake in a sleepy state, finding each other, then becoming wide awake with each pleasurable sensation. All these wants were hinted at and had to happen, sooner or later. It was a given.
They followed each other in their own cars, careful to avoid being seen leaving the office together. It felt awkard as they pulled up alongside each other, Fx felt odd, as if Lx was a stranger but that was more to do with the distance she had tried to put between herself and him. She was falsely bright, laughing, joking.
They held hands as they walked to a field. The crop was high, not oil seed rape but a different crop which would obscure them from anybody's view. It was in broad daylight, there was risk of discovery, risk of exposure, still on they walked into the field. How Fx loved being outside and the thought of being fucked outside was so illicitly gorgeous that the wheel gained pace again.
"I've brought this blanket." Lx said.
Fx nodded and followed him. No longer holding hands, Lx moved ahead faster, surveying the field, whilst in her heels, Fx rambled behind. Soon they would truly be rambling.
Lx sat on the blanket and Fx kneeled. They kissed, softly at first, butterfly kisses which soon grew with intensity. Fx was alread wet, her pussy was always so responsive to the tiniest suggestion of sex. She had been wet when she left work, aroused by the thought, the hint of what was to come. She unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down, unleashing his already hard and throbbing cock. She ran her tongue down the shaft, slowly and looked up at him. Then she tasted his wet tip, how she loved to taste him. She took him completely in her mouth, slowly. Lx threw his head back as she sucked, slowly at first and then harder and faster.
It was a scorching hot day, the sun beating down with the same intensity as the sexual desire they both felt. It was hot, volcanic. Lx pushed his fingers up into Fx's core.
"Fuck you are red hot." He said.
"I'm always hot." She laughed.
"And wet." She added.
They kissed again and Lx pulled down her trousers. Fx removed them completely and then her top. Lx looked at her because she was practically naked. Her nipples appeared over the top of her bra, hard as stone, wanting his mouth around them, licking them, blowing across them. There they both were outside and in the open air, virtually naked. It was deliciously naughty, deliciously bad.
"I want to fuck you with me on top." Lx said.
Fx laid on her back positioning herself. She was desperate for him to be inside her. It was insane how she couldn't wait, she wanted his hard cock to service her, to pound into her until she ached. She needed it and she needed it now.
In a split second he was inside her, they kissed and Fx held his bottom lip between her teeth for a split second. Biting down so gently as they made eye contact. Then as he drove himself into her she raised her thumb and placed it into his mouth. He sucked it hard with his eyes closed.
She felt each slide of him, his cock probing every hot corner of her cunt. Her muscles spasmed as she came the first time and grew still wetter. He pounded her harder as she felt another orgasm begin. Her nipples erect, her breathing ragged to match his. In her mind she pictured him cumming, how good it would feel as she tensed and came around him at the same time. He could feel her tensing with each orgasm and he raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement.
Still the sun grew hotter as did they.
They were both dripping in sweat, her breasts soaked, nipples enlarged like her clit. Fx was fully aroused. Deeper he thrust into her, she traced her fingers down his back, her own eyes closed now as she savoured the moment. She knew that she was going to squirt again, that he had the power to give her the ultimate orgasm that she craved.
Harder and deeper with each thrust, she felt his rhythm change and knew that he would soom cum. He paced himself so that she would match his own explosion.
Then with a crescendo she gushed and he ejaculated simultaneously, his hot juices deep inside her pussy, her cum covering his cock.
They both breathed out after wave after wave of pleasure had passed and said nothing for a second or two.
"Fucking hell." She gasped.
"THAT, was...very...nice" He replied.
They stayed joined, motionless for a few moments before breaking apart. Hot cum ran from her pussy and dripped down and underneath up to her arse. She was covered. So was he.
It was their own private place, a place that only they knew and where they would revisit, again and again. Fx couldn't get him or the sex that they shared out of her head.
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