My relationship with Karen was a complex one. Karen has not
regarded me as her bf, even though it was apparent to both of us
that our friendship was already beyond platonic level. In one of
our subsequent conversation, Karen defined me as a “special
friend”, although she did not quite explain the meaning of that. I
guess we were sort of midway between normal friends and a bf-gf
type of relationship.
In any case, our relationship continued to grow following the
dry f?ck session. As her “special friend”, I was granted “free
access privilege” – meaning that I could touch her freely (except
for her p?ssy). This was a privilege I used very regularly as I
simply could not keep my hands away from Karen’s gorgeous boobs. I
would grope her whenever we had the privacy – in the car, in parks,
in lifts, at staircases, etc.
Very often, our weekend dates would end up as petting sessions
in my car and with Karen finishing me off with a
handjob. At times when she was in a “playful”
mood, she would tease me by kissing the tip of my c?ck or giving my
hard shaft a few quick licks during the handjob session.
Nevertheless, Karen has never acceded to any of
my requests for blowjobs – maybe she felt that blowjob (just like
touching of p?ssy) was considered too intimate even for a “special
friend”. However, this was set to change a
couple of months later when one of our petting sessions got too
intense!
The incident started out as a routine movie date one Saturday
night. It was a very good RA movie (can’t recall the title) with a
lot of nudities and a couple of extremely hot sex scenes which left
me both aroused and frustrated as the cinema was too crowded for me
to fondle Karen’s boobs without being too obvious. By the time the
show ended, it was already past 2am (it was a midnight show). We
were both feeling a bit hungry and we decided to head to Newton for
supper. During supper, we talked about the movie
and Karen admitted that she found the sex scenes stimulating as
well! I quickly seized upon the opportunity and persuaded Karen to
go “park-tor” at Mount Faber. Karen saw through
my intention immediately and teased me for being a
“pervert”. But despite this, she agreed.
By the time we drove up the slope to Mount Faber, it was already
past 3am. Except for 2 other cars in the car
park, the whole place seemed deserted (which is not surprising at
this unearthly hour). We parked our car and took
a short walk to one of the pavilion (about 200 metres away) which
overlooked the sea. As we walked, we groped each other like 2 horny
teenagers. By the time we reached the pavilion,
Karen’s bra has been unclasped and one of my hands was already
under her blouse fondling her naked boobs. I wasted no time in
lifting up Karen’s blouse and burying my face into her boobs the
moment we reached the pavilion.
I was busy caressing, sucking and nibbling away on Karen’s
nipples for almost 10 minutes before I noticed Karen looking
intently at something behind me. I turned around and soon spotted
what caught Karen’s attention – there was another couple in the
next pavilion about 50 metres away from us!
While it was too far away and too dark to see their faces clearly,
it was obvious from the silhouettes (illuminated by the moonlight)
that the couple was busy petting – just like us!
What surprised me was not the couple’s presence in the next
pavilion, but the fact that Karen did not stop me while I was
sucking away on her boobs. It was obvious that they could see us
(or rather our silhouettes) if they happened to look at our
direction. I asked Karen if she prefers to shift to another
location, but Karen said that it was “not necessary”. It was then
that I suspected Karen has an exhibitionist streak in her. The risk
of being seen somehow heightened the sexual arousal in
her. [Note: I also recalled that
Karen had previously told me that she loves to suntan topless when
she was holidaying overseas]
With Karen’s assurance, I continued to lavish her boobs with
kisses and caresses. The presence of “possible audiences” amplified
the erotic feeling in both of us. Soon, I had Karen squirming with
arousal and moaning softly to every flick of my tongue on her
nipples. By then, I was also panting with
excitement. My c?ck was hard like a rod and with copious amount of
pre-cum flowing freely from the tip.
Sensing my need for relief, Karen unzipped my pant and wrapped
her small delicate hand tightly around my fully rigid shaft before
pulling it free from the tight confine of my pant. With my c?ck out
in the open, Karen proceeded to jerk me off with her usual slow and
gentle rhythm. This has the effect of intensifying my arousal
without pushing me too quickly to the point of no return. I closed
my eyes as I took in the intense pleasure that Karen was lavishing
on my c?ck.
I opened my eyes a few minutes later when I felt a warm and wet
feeling on my c?ck. I was totally surprised to see Karen kneeling
in front of me and with my c?ck completely engulfed in her mouth.
Finally, Karen was giving me the blowjob which I had been yearning
for several months - in the open and only 50m away from another
couple. It was magical. It was almost
unbelievable!
For the next 10 minutes, Karen licked and sucked on my c?ck
while concurrently massaging my balls with her
hands. Her skilful and enthusiastic oral
manipulating soon pushed me to the edge. I warned Karen as I felt
my floodgate opening. Karen barely had enough time to pull away
from my c?ck before I lost control and sprayed my cum several feet
into the air – and wetting the pavilion floor with my creamy
discharge in the process. The orgasm was so
intense that I felt my knees almost buckled under my own weight as
I ejaculated.
As I regained my composure and my sanity, I saw Karen seated on
the pavilion bench and struggling to put on her bra (which I had
removed earlier). Without any warning, I lunged forward, pushed my
hand under Karen’s short skirt and touched her p?ssy. Taken aback
by my abrupt incursion, Karen could only whimper a half-hearted
protest and soon “surrendered” herself to the inevitable pleasure
of having her p?ssy massaged.
To allow me easier access to her p?ssy, I laid Karen down on the
bench and placed her legs on each side of the bench. This caused
her thighs to be spread wide and thus surrendering her panty-clad
p?ssy to my mercy. In spite of her panty, I had no problem locating
her clitoris (which was already engorged) and gave the nub a good
rub down through her panty. This made her already soaked panty even
wetter by the minute.
Sensing that Karen would not object, I gently pulled aside her
panty to expose her waxed p?ssy to the night air. Seeing Karen’s
totally bare p?ssy was having a stimulating effect on my c?ck as it
started stirring back to life. Nevertheless I was determined not to
allow my c?ck to distract me from giving Karen her well deserved
orgasm tonight.
I lubricated my fingers with Karen’s juice and gently inserted
them into Karen’s incredibly tight p?ssy – one at a time until I
had 3 fingers in her p?ssy. I then started
finger-fucking Karen and simultaneously rubbing/licking her
clitoris until she cummed several minutes later amid a series of
soft moans.
By then, my horny c?ck was fully erected again. I asked Karen if
I could fuck her, but was flatly rejected. Nonetheless, she gave me
a 2nd blowjob of the night. This time I lasted much
longer and the eventual orgasm was almost as powerful as the first.
I felt my balls totally drained of semen as I stained the pavilion
floor with my cum for the 2nd time that night.
It was at this juncture that we noticed the couple at the next
pavilion has already disappeared. Till today, we have no way of
verifying how much they have seen of our petting session.
End of Part 6 (To be continued)
