Fireworks

It's no secret that I enjoy the Fourth of July for reasons other than patriotic. Not that I dislike the United States or anything like that, just that I like exploding things more. And if there are fireworks in the bedroom (well, to use that euphemism isn't exactly accurate since oftentimes the fireworks aren't in the actual bedroom, but you get the point) as well, then I'm a happy camper.

I'm a bit stressed out about some things at the moment: lines need to be learned, work completed, jobs sought, etc. But I had some time yesterday evening, and Sveta was free, so we went to a pre-Fourth shindig some people I know were having. Casual acquaintances, not fuckbuddies. And it was a family crowd, so no fooling around was done.

Neither of us were particularly comfortable, for whatever reason; I was a bit too hot, even with the cooling temperatures, and neither of us knew many people and weren't feeling terribly social. We had gone to see promised fireworks of a nature not entirely legal, but we decided to leave early because we just weren't into it. We got about a mile away before Sveta had her middle finger so far into me that I swear I could feel it on the back of my tongue, and rather than drive off the road, we abandoned the trip and pulled into a deserted area. The nice thing about being more rural is that there are plenty of places to park without being disturbed.

It had been more than a week, and while the plan had been to get rid of some of the tension beforehand, I was running too late for that, so we'd been eying each other all through the picnic. Now the pressure had built to boiling point, and she wouldn't even let me get out of my seat; she just kept working with her finger and started groping my tits through my shirt, until I came, messy and uncomfortable.

The car was too hot, so we decamped to the grass beside, a towel providing a modicum of protection from creepy-crawlies (I am not a huge fan of insects), where I had her dress over her head in an instant, didn't bother with taking off her bra, just pulled down her panties and dove in. It was strange, half-desperate, a little angry (not really at her, but just at life in general), a bit rougher than normal, no talking, just a fuck on the side of the road. We'd never really done that before, even with our adventures in the car. I don't know whether she was feeding off my emotions or I off hers, but either way, we were both feeling strange.

Not that the sex wasn't great. Because it was, sweaty, humid, tired notwithstanding. I had a finger in her ass and my tongue in her cunt, not teasing, licking hard, from inside up and over her clit and then diving in again as I built up speed with my fingering. Her back was arched slightly, raising her ass off the towel into the air, and I slipped my other hand under her to support her and pull her even further up until she was in a position that can't have been comfortable but which she couldn't really stand to leave. When she came, she spasmed, her entire body shaking and then collapsing onto the towel. It wasn't like porn, but she was drenched with liquid, slightly cloudy, tasting of sweat as well as pussy.

I didn't let her off with just one; I kept my finger in her ass, added another, and then, while her clit recovered a little, moved up her body to suck at her nipples under the bra. Finally she reached behind and unhooked, and I devoured her nipples while still spreading her ass, a bit more roughly than I wanted. But it was like I couldn't stop myself, and she didn't try to stop me. She just whimpered a little, not pitiful but spent, as I put my other hand on her pussy and began fingering from both sides, stretching her, until she came, an orgasm like there was nothing left in the tank, just slow moans and a wave of tension and moisture.

I lay on top of her and kissed her for the first time, and she wrapped herself around me and kissed me back, and we didn't talk about it because we couldn't. It started to rain and our clothes got soaked before we got back in the car, her wrapped in the soiled towel, me in a soaking dress, both disheveled and feeling a bit dirty. When we got home, the rain had stopped but we still rushed in like it was still raining, and I'm glad I went second because it meant I got to catch glimpses of naked flesh as she dashed. It revived me, made me want more, and since she was still fairly worn out from the double dose, I got to be the center of attention in the shower as we washed off the grime and sweat and stink of our outing.

Eventually I was on my hands and knees in the shower and she was licking me like that, fingers in my cunt, her tongue going over my asshole without me asking or caring. Neither of us wanted to get out, to get messy again, so we kept the water running for far too long, and she made me cum hard, over and over again, before I finally called a halt and gathered her into my arms, where we kissed and cuddled under the still-falling water that had become tepid as we used up most of the reservoir of heat.

Then out, drying off, and to bed with both of us, cuddling, falling asleep together, and if I woke her up with tossing and turning, she never said anything.

All in all, memorable, even if we missed the explosions. Or did we? In any case, tonight we're having our own fireworks, less impressive perhaps but more fun, and then she's spending another night before we both have to go back to the grindstone.