The cooling breeze of twilight wrapped around his arms while the warmness of his arms wrapped around hers. The day was over now, and the two sat in a comfortable embrace to welcome the night's expansive sky, she leaning back on his strong frame as he toyed with the idea of grazing the underside of her breasts with the back of his lazy hand. Sensing the thoughts growing in his head, she shifted her body so that she could feel his growing appreciation for the moment in the small of her back. This allowed him to nestle into the soft spot right above where the cheeks begin to separate, each trailing off into wondrous arcs, the lines of which he had traced many times with his fingertips and many more when alone with his fantasies. The two had come to the park that evening with no intentions other than to watch the evening's stars fade into view, and with that design, they had laid down a blanket at a flat spot on top of a small hill and opened a bottle of wine. That bottle now lay discarded beside them, and he was not alone in realizing that the rest of the park seemed to have become deserted in the time it had taken to finish it. He leaned forward and began to nibble on the back of her ear, while his now active hand found the fullness of her breast.
"Mmmm," she purred, and let out a small laugh. "Did you have to get me drunk to think you could make a move like that in public?"
"Well, one, you're not quite drunk, and two, I don't think this is really public anymore," he whispered into her ear, one hand continuing to explore unabated as the other gestured to their apparent solitude. She arched her back slightly to allow him freer access, her nipples beginning to harden with both anticipation and the steadily chilling air. Her goose bumps could be attributed to either, but were probably more directly connected to his moist breath on her earlobes.
"That's not exactly poetry," she teased. "But the logic seems good enough." She turned her head so that her lips could reach those that been caressing her ear and raising the hairs on the back of her neck. Her heartbeat sped a little as their lips locked, and her hand began to drift down to the leg of his jeans. He continued to fondle her breast over the outside of her dress, now using both hands as they cupped her perky Cs, tender yet firm in his desire towards her matching and yielding flesh.
Their mouths opened slightly to allow their tongues to explore eachother, and she rocked her ass gently so that the base of his enlarged penis could now sit easily between the tops of her cheeks. Their breath was faster now and shared, although the rest of their movements remained slow if less than deliberate.
"The night seems to be ours," he said, breaking their kiss for a moment. With a grin, he added, "What in the world could we think of to do, all alone, out here under the cover of darkness?"
"Like you said, Brett, I'm not quite drunk yet," she responded with a smile. "Besides, it doesn't look we're all alone anymore." She nodded towards the base of the hill. Sure enough, another couple had just begun walking into their area of the park with what looked like a blanket and drinks, although it appeared to be coffee instead of wine. From a distance, it looked as if he was blindfolded and she was his guide.
"We can wait them out," Brett said, slightly perturbed about the disruption, but not in the least dissuaded from his aims.
"No," she said. "We've already been out here for a while. Besides, I think I'm ready to move this party indoors." She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with intended meaning.
"Let's just wait a minute or two," he said, studying the area below. "There's no reason to hurry. Besides, we don't want them to see us leaving and think they drove us off."
The girl at the bottom of the hill had unfolded and laid down the blanket, while the guy, who was blindfolded, stood holding the coffees until she gently helped him sit down and gave him a kiss. When she took off the blinders, the couple above could hear him laughing.
"Looks like they're doing pretty much the same thing we are," she said. "Only she had him wear a blindfold."
"That could be fun when we get home," he chuckled as he slightly tickled her side. She edged her side away but leaned further into him. "What do you think, Deb? You want me to blindfold you tonight?"
"No, I want to see everything that goes on or in," she said coyly. Still focused on the couple below, she didn't realize that Brett's hand was still cupping her breasts until his fingers trickled over her nipple. It sent a chain reaction up her spine and down her thighs, hitting all the points between. Not wanting the moment or sensation to end, she easily decided that a few more minutes couldn't hurt. Besides, the newly arrived couple had obviously not noticed them when they sat down, and now they were facing the opposite direction, sharing the same skyline as she and Brett.
She leaned back again to kiss him, her way of letting him now that outdoor fun wasn't quite over. Despite the cool air, he could feel her body heating up through her dress as the kiss intensified. With their eyes closed, neither had seen the couple below moving into a more comfortable position, with him laying on his back and her head resting on his arm. By the time Deb broke the kiss, the other couple had entered into a similarly passionate moment.
"Must be something in the air," Brett said, now noting the other two. As he watched, he could see the couple pressing their bodies into eachother, individual cells trying to occupy the same space. They were completely clothed, but he knew that their night would probably end much the same way as he expected his night to end with Deb, with the exchanging of atoms and electrical impulses, with the soft violence and ecstasy of uncontrollable muscle spasms. Now, both he and Deb watched as the newcomer's hands began to caress his girlfriend's hips and ass through her jeans, tracing the waistline and the sensitive skin between the hem and the bottom of her t-shirt.
Brett's hand nearly mimicked the other's movements, as he stretched his arm lower to reach the hemline of Deb's dress, already perched precariously over her knees in their position. The advantage to the dress over jeans, he thought to himself, is that the sensitive skin only continues as the hand dances up the thigh. Deb, more than less ticklish, felt her nerve endings attempt to contract and expand at the same time as he began to move the dress up slightly. Rather than coming out as an uncontrolled laugh or squeal, she felt her response materialize as an eager tingle between her thighs. She wanted to be touched. There. Her hands inched their way up Brett's jeans in response. She also wanted to touch, to feel with her hands what she could only feel now through the layers of fabric separating his groin from her creamy flesh. Still, she thought that even through those layers, she could feel him throbbing behind her.
As one of his hands pushed the limits of the tail end of her dress, Brett's other massaged her upper arm, as much an attempt at counting the goose bumps in bulk as it was to lessen the restraints on her breasts by lowering the straps of both her dress and her bra to a more manageable position further down to her triceps. Sensing the eventuality, she helped with a slight shimmy to ease the straps of both shoulders down. The front of the dress now hung loosely, as did the cups of her bra. If he would have peered down her neck, Brett may have seen the cusps of Deb's areolas tasting the night sky. What would have been a taste for his eyes, though, he had planned as a feast for his hands, the one that had been on her arm returning to feel the emancipated space above the lace and below her collarbone. More shivers. In her mind, Deb pleaded for him to go further in both directions, up and down. This was sweet torture on her erogenous zones, the scope of which seemed to be steadily expanding to encase everywhere he granted to touch: her lips, her knee, her cheek. A shared subconscious intensified the gentle rocking which was urging his penis closer to one of her more traditionally sensitive areas. With every movement the base of his member edged deeper and deeper between her cheeks.
Though completely engaged in anticipation and desire for eachother, Brett and Deb had collectively and silently included the scene unfolding beneath them into the eroticism of the evening. Like their love and lust, their voyeurism was also shared and equally appreciated. Both watched as the man below slipped his hand, palm down, into the girl's jeans just underneath the zipper. Both saw the flash of white fabric tented above his knuckles and below the denim, letting them know that his fingers were directly stimulating her flesh underneath her panties; and both noted her response of slightly separating her legs to allow him more room for exploration. She bucked slightly as he hit home.
With each movement below, Deb felt increasingly frustrated by Brett's slow and agonizing pace. One hand was still perched centimeters away from her nipples, while the other was only grazing the bone of her hip. It was torture, and Brett knew all too well exactly how mad he was driving her. She couldn't take it anymore.
"I need you like that," Deb begged, grabbing Brett's hand on her thigh and pulling it eagerly to the crotch of her panties, which he felt were soaking as his fingers were pressed firmly into them. "Unghh, yesss," Deb moaned on the contact.
Brett began to aggressively massage her clit and her pussy lips through the cotton fabric.
"Is that what you want?" he whispered in her ear with the same hot breath that already had her quivering.
"Yes," she responded breathlessly, losing herself. Brett's fingers had spread so that the middle two were rubbing either side of her clit while the index and pinky teased the edge of her panties as they met the innermost hollow of her thighs.
"Do you want me to touch you like he's touching her?" he asked.
"Please," she said. "I want you to…" Deb leaned back and opened her legs further. Below, it seemed obvious that the man's fingers were now penetrating his girlfriend as his palm pushed into the sensitive area above her opening. While they locked lips, Deb and Brett saw as the girl unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans to reveal the white fabric undulating with his movements.
"Do you want me…to…finger…you?" Brett asked between nibbles of her earlobe.
"Ungh huh," she sighed. Brett immediately pushed the fabric out of the way, and his middle finger slid into her pussy fully to his third knuckle, sucked in by her folds and the growing lubrication. She responded by thrusting her pelvis forward to meet him, to take him as deep as his finger could go. He began plunging in and out as fervently as he could, she mirroring his movements to get the maximum contact.
"Yes. Yes. Like that," she cooed.
