Midnight's Secret Embrace

The next night hit like a fever dream, my body still humming from the taste of Greg's come and the way his tongue had unraveled me on that grassy bank. I'd spent the day dodging my parents' questions about why I was so distracted, my mind looping back to his four-inch dick pulsing in my mouth, the shame on his face twisting into something raw and hungry. Virgin or not, we both knew we weren't done—texts flew back and forth all afternoon, landing on a plan: meet at the lake again, but strip halfway down the trail this time. No clothes to the water, just skin and moonlight, the risk of it making my pussy ache even before sunset.

I left the house after dark, heart slamming against my ribs as I hiked the familiar path, pines whispering overhead. The air was thicker tonight, humid with the promise of rain, sticking to my skin under a loose tank and shorts. About a hundred yards from the clearing, I paused, glancing back—no one in sight. My fingers trembled a little as I yanked the tank over my head, tits spilling free, nipples tightening in the cool breeze. Shorts next, shoved down my legs along with my panties, the fabric bunching at my ankles before I kicked it into the underbrush. Naked now, the thrill hit me like a gut punch—every rustle of leaves felt like eyes on me, my bare ass exposed to the night, pussy already slick from the exposure alone. I gathered my clothes into a bundle and kept walking, thighs brushing with each step, the dirt path rough under my feet. Fuck, it was liberating, this midnight stroll with nothing but my curves cutting through the dark, the lake's edge pulling me closer.

He was waiting when I broke through the trees, already bare, his tall frame silhouetted against the shimmering water. Moonlight carved shadows over his shoulders and abs, that beautiful face lighting up when he saw me—then flushing as his eyes dropped to my body, lingering on my tits, my hips, the dark patch between my legs. No hesitation in him tonight; he'd stripped early too, clothes piled neat by a rock. His dick hung soft at first, pink and unassuming against his thigh, but it twitched as I approached, swelling halfway just from the sight of me walking nude toward him.

"Look at you," I said, voice husky, dropping my bundle next to his. "Already hard for the walk? Bet that little thing bounced the whole way here." I stepped close, close enough to feel the heat rolling off his skin, and he laughed, low and embarrassed, rubbing his neck like always. But his cock kept filling out, reaching its full four inches, rigid and pointing up, the head gleaming faintly in the low light.

"Shut up," he muttered, but there was no real bite, just that mix of red cheeks and eager eyes. "Your idea to strip halfway. Felt like my dick was leading the parade." The admission made me grin, power surging through me as I reached out, fingers grazing his shaft light, feeling it jump. He was mine to tease, this gorgeous guy with the tiny surprise, and the way it embarrassed him only made my clit throb harder.

We waded into the water together, the chill hitting my skin like a slap, but warmer than last night with the humidity. No rushing this time—we floated side by side, bodies brushing lazy, exploring with hands instead of words. I turned to face him, water lapping at my waist, and slid my palms up his chest, tracing the hard lines of his pecs down to his hips. "Touch me," I whispered, guiding his hands to my sides. His fingers were tentative at first, sliding over my ribs to cup my tits, thumbs circling my nipples until they peaked stiff under his touch. I arched into it, moaning soft as he squeezed, the water making everything slick and easy.

Emboldened, I spun him around, pressing my front to his back, my tits flattening against his shoulder blades. My hands roamed lower, palming the firm curve of his ass—two solid handfuls of muscle, warm and smooth. "God, this ass," I murmured, kneading it, fingers dipping into the crease just enough to feel him tense. He groaned, pushing back into my grip, his cock probably straining untouched under the surface.

"Your turn," he said, voice rough, twisting to face me. His hands found my butt next, big palms gripping my cheeks like he'd been waiting for permission. Fuck, it was intense—a hot boy finally manhandling me, fingers digging in, spreading me slight under the water. My face heated, a flush creeping down my neck as he pulled me closer, his hard dick pressing against my thigh, four inches of heat that made my pussy clench. I was soaked, not just from the lake, slickness coating my inner lips as his thumbs brushed the sensitive skin near my crack. Virgin shyness be damned; this felt right, his strength on my curves, embarrassing thrill mixing with want.

We drifted to the shallows, collapsing onto the muddy bank, bodies tangled and dripping. "Want to taste you again," I said, pushing him onto his back, grass sticking to his skin. He nodded, eyes dark, and I straddled his chest, swinging my leg over to position us—my pussy hovering above his face, his cock bobbing inches from my mouth. The scent of him hit me first, musky and clean from the water, that small shaft rigid and veined, balls drawn tight below. I leaned down, licking the underside slow, from base to tip, savoring the salt on my tongue. He shuddered, hands gripping my thighs, and then his mouth was on me—tongue parting my folds, lapping at my entrance where I was dripping wet.

"Fuck, yes," I gasped, lowering myself onto his face, grinding light as he sucked my clit between his lips. His dick twitched against my cheek, and I took it in, swallowing the whole thing easy, my lips sealing around the base while my tongue swirled the head. No deep-throating struggle here; it fit perfect, letting me hum vibrations down his length as I bobbed. He bucked up, moaning into my pussy, the sound sending jolts through me. His tongue worked faster, flicking my clit in circles, then dipping inside to fuck me shallow, tasting how wet I was for him.

I rode his face harder, tits swaying as I sucked him off, spit trailing down his balls. One hand reached back to fondle them, rolling the tight sack while I hollowed my cheeks, pulling a groan from him that vibrated straight to my core. Pressure built quick, my thighs quaking around his head—first orgasm hit like a wave, pussy pulsing on his tongue, juices smearing his chin as I cried out, muffled around his cock. He didn't stop, licking through the spasms, fingers spreading my ass cheeks to expose me more, tongue pressing flat against my clit until I was grinding desperate again.

"Shit, Greg—your tiny dick's so fucking hard," I teased between slurps, popping off to stroke him fast, hand twisting at the head. He whimpered into me, embarrassed but thrusting into my fist, and it pushed me over—second come crashing harder, walls clenching empty, a gush of wetness flooding his mouth as I shook, biting my lip to keep from screaming into the night.

He was close too, breaths ragged against my thighs, cock throbbing in my grip. I dove back down, sucking firm, tongue pressing the vein along the bottom until he tensed, hips jerking. "Emily—fuck—" Hot spurts filled my mouth, three or four pulses of come, thick and salty, easier to swallow than last time. I milked him dry, licking every drop before rolling off, both of us panting, bodies slick with more than just lake water.

We lay there catching breaths, his arm draped over my waist, fingers tracing lazy circles on my hip. "My parents are heading out this week," I said, turning to face him, our noses almost touching. "Gonna fake a cold or something, stay behind. Stretch this out."

He grinned, eyes soft in the moonlight. "I've got two more weeks here. We could... keep meeting."

"Tomorrow," I decided, voice firm. "But in broad daylight. I'm gonna see that penis as it's meant to be seen, Greg—no hiding in the dark." His cheeks went pink again, but he nodded, excitement flickering in his gaze. I reached down, wrapping my hand around his softening dick, stroking slow, teasing the sensitive head with my thumb. "This little guy's gonna be out in the sun, all four inches on display. Bet it'll make you hard just thinking about it."

He groaned, half protest, half plea, cock twitching back to life in my palm despite the fresh come. I pumped him steady, not rushing, watching his face contort—lips parted, eyes locked on mine. It didn't take long; he spilled again quick, a smaller load dribbling over my fingers, warm and sticky. I smeared it across his thigh, smirking, then pulled him in for a kiss—deep and hot, tongues tangling with the taste of each other still fresh, his hands roaming my back like he couldn't get enough.

We broke apart eventually, breaths mingling, and I sat up, eyeing his body. "Show me that ass as you walk away," I demanded, voice playful but edged with command. He stood, turning slow, giving me the full view—long legs, tight cheeks flexing as he grabbed his clothes. He glanced back, grinning sheepish, dick swinging soft between his thighs, and started down the trail, moonlight catching every step. Watching him go, bare and obedient, had me wet all over again. Greg was never more excited in his life, and neither was I—tomorrow's daylight promised to strip away the last shadows between us.