short breaks from kissing in order to spill out the words at top speed. Her hands are all over me, and mine are all over her, grabbing at every curve I c an find.
“I’m your what… you’re inside source? Anyway, if coach catches me with you, he’s going to kick me off the team. He told me you’re completely off limits. I’m on thin ice as it is, stealing the statue, and a shit load of other stuff. There goes my shot at the Olympics, if that happens.”
“So we can’t hook up any mo re then, that’s that,” says Allison , with her tongue still half way down my throat.
“Yet here you are in the locker room trying to bang me during a meet,” I say.
“That’s exactly what I want to do,” she says.
“Well, at least we got the heavy stuff out of the way before we go at it,” I say. “I’ve only got twenty minutes, and people could come in here any second. It’s the men’s locker room, and everyone shares it.”
She doesn’t say anything, but for a response , she pulls down my swim briefs .
She grabs my cock like no one’s ever grabbed it before.
Before I know what’s happening, she’s down on her knees, with my cock in her mouth.
I gently grab her head, without trying to dictate her movements, caressing her scalp, and running my hands through her luscious hair.
“Do you have a condom ?” she says, pulling her mouth away from me for a minute , before going back at it.
“You really know what you want,” I say. “I like that.” It’s hard for me to say anything more intelligent or witty with the amou nt of pleasure I’m receiving . She’s acting so different from the shy, reserved girl the other night, and that dichotomy makes all the difference, it makes the whole thing so much hotter. And the fact that we could be caught at any moment, and lose everything—somehow that only makes it hotter as well.
She gives me a look, like she’s still waiting for an answer.
“I don’t have one,” I say.
Shit! How could I be so stupid? I’m going to miss possibly some of the best sex of my life, and I’ve had a lot of hot sex already, just because I don’t have a stupid condom.
She pulls my cock out of her mouth, and for a second I think it’s all over, that she ’s going to leave and go back up to the balcony to watch the rest of the meet. How will I race with a boner like this, sticking straight up? There’s no way I’ll be able to concentrate, and the dra g alone will slow me down like no t hing else.
“ Fortunately I brought one,” she says.
“Thank God!” I say, not realizing how loud I’m talking.
“Quiet ,” she says, putting a finger to her mouth, as she pulls a condom out of her little journalist bag. “Don’t ask,” she says, as I give her a quizzical look. Why does she have condoms in her bag, after all? Did she bring them just for me? Was she expecting this? It certainly doesn’t feel planned. “This isn’t planned,” she says. “But I have to admit I was only thinking of you when I packed these.”
She takes the condom out, and I help her put it on my cock.
I push her gently against the wall, kissing her neck, and cupping her breasts with my hands. She’s facing away from me, and her body is heaving with desire. Her hair runs down her back, and I can’t take my eyes off it. I don’t know where to look, whether at her hair, her ass, her thighs , or the side of her face. Even the nape of her neck is turning me on like nothing else.
I pull her pants down in one swift motion, so they’re down around her knees.
Her perfect ass plops out. It looks ripe, ready to be taken.
In a s econd, the swollen tip of my cock is against her outer lips, starting to push it s way inside. She lets out a soft moan, as I slowly enter her.
“Holy shit,” she says, now practically panting.
My swim briefs are down around my ankles, and I have to be conscious not to trip over it as I reposition my legs slight ly , so that I can enter her better.
I’m thrusting inside
“I’m your what… you’re inside source? Anyway, if coach catches me with you, he’s going to kick me off the team. He told me you’re completely off limits. I’m on thin ice as it is, stealing the statue, and a shit load of other stuff. There goes my shot at the Olympics, if that happens.”
“So we can’t hook up any mo re then, that’s that,” says Allison , with her tongue still half way down my throat.
“Yet here you are in the locker room trying to bang me during a meet,” I say.
“That’s exactly what I want to do,” she says.
“Well, at least we got the heavy stuff out of the way before we go at it,” I say. “I’ve only got twenty minutes, and people could come in here any second. It’s the men’s locker room, and everyone shares it.”
She doesn’t say anything, but for a response , she pulls down my swim briefs .
She grabs my cock like no one’s ever grabbed it before.
Before I know what’s happening, she’s down on her knees, with my cock in her mouth.
I gently grab her head, without trying to dictate her movements, caressing her scalp, and running my hands through her luscious hair.
“Do you have a condom ?” she says, pulling her mouth away from me for a minute , before going back at it.
“You really know what you want,” I say. “I like that.” It’s hard for me to say anything more intelligent or witty with the amou nt of pleasure I’m receiving . She’s acting so different from the shy, reserved girl the other night, and that dichotomy makes all the difference, it makes the whole thing so much hotter. And the fact that we could be caught at any moment, and lose everything—somehow that only makes it hotter as well.
She gives me a look, like she’s still waiting for an answer.
“I don’t have one,” I say.
Shit! How could I be so stupid? I’m going to miss possibly some of the best sex of my life, and I’ve had a lot of hot sex already, just because I don’t have a stupid condom.
She pulls my cock out of her mouth, and for a second I think it’s all over, that she ’s going to leave and go back up to the balcony to watch the rest of the meet. How will I race with a boner like this, sticking straight up? There’s no way I’ll be able to concentrate, and the dra g alone will slow me down like no t hing else.
“ Fortunately I brought one,” she says.
“Thank God!” I say, not realizing how loud I’m talking.
“Quiet ,” she says, putting a finger to her mouth, as she pulls a condom out of her little journalist bag. “Don’t ask,” she says, as I give her a quizzical look. Why does she have condoms in her bag, after all? Did she bring them just for me? Was she expecting this? It certainly doesn’t feel planned. “This isn’t planned,” she says. “But I have to admit I was only thinking of you when I packed these.”
She takes the condom out, and I help her put it on my cock.
I push her gently against the wall, kissing her neck, and cupping her breasts with my hands. She’s facing away from me, and her body is heaving with desire. Her hair runs down her back, and I can’t take my eyes off it. I don’t know where to look, whether at her hair, her ass, her thighs , or the side of her face. Even the nape of her neck is turning me on like nothing else.
I pull her pants down in one swift motion, so they’re down around her knees.
Her perfect ass plops out. It looks ripe, ready to be taken.
In a s econd, the swollen tip of my cock is against her outer lips, starting to push it s way inside. She lets out a soft moan, as I slowly enter her.
“Holy shit,” she says, now practically panting.
My swim briefs are down around my ankles, and I have to be conscious not to trip over it as I reposition my legs slight ly , so that I can enter her better.
I’m thrusting inside
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