He made it to their spot seconds before she did but it was enough to allow him to gloat. "Getting slow in your old age, Kitty Cat?" Of course, she had only just passed her 26th birthday but age was still a sore spot.
"Old? Fuck you grandpa, I'll show you old!" Cat had a fierce temper but she was anything but mad now. Hot and already wet from thinking about Randy watching her ass she playfully tackled him. With her on top and him pinned beneath her lithe body she made a show of stripping, pulling her sweat soaked tee over her head and unhooking the snaps on her bra.
God how he loved her tits. They were perfect, lily white skin, firm, pear shaped globes with the most gorgeous, suckable nipples God ever created. She was truely beautiful, the problem was that she knew it. And, whenever possible, used that to her advantage. He didn't mind though, as long as she kept him happy and fulfilled she could do whatever else she liked.
Randy moved quickly and captured Cats wrists, twisting his body to push her to the ground next to him. She wasn't in control this time. He wanted her and wanted her now without any playful little games getting in the way.
She could feel his cock hard against her thigh as they kissed. He was fumbling with the zipper on her shorts, tugging to get them undone. When he slid them down and off her ankles he couldn't help but stare at what was before him. Here was the object of his desire, long legs, flat tummy, smooth white skin with curves in all the right places. Her G-string was black and he loved the contrast against her skin. She spread her legs slightly and smiled up at him. Randy kissed her tummy, just above her navel and worked his way up, kissing and sucking, the taste of her skin salty on his lips.
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Anal Sex story
He stayed right on her tail for about 3 kilometers, focusing only on the task at hand: somehow passing Cat and beating her to their picnic spot. However, it was right about that time that he noticed something.
"I see you wore panties like I told you to," Randy called out.
Her laugh echoed through the woods before she responded, "You didn't say what kind of panties to wear." That was true, he should have been more specific. She was riding along in front of him, her ass already tempting in her short, tan shorts, and now that he was paying attention it was obvious that her "panties" were nothing more than a little g-string.
Inwardly Randy was excited. He knew if she went to the trouble of teasing him this way it could only mean one thing. But he was determined to not let her win this one. He would wait for the picnic site if it killed him. And, with the way she was wiggling her ass, it just might. He couldn't help but watch her as she rode. The more he tried not to think about her the more he was obsessed with watching the movement of her pretty little cheeks. It wasn't long before fucking her was the only thought on his mind.
He started riding harder, catching up to her bike and getting next to her when the path allowed it. After a few failed attempts he broke through and took the lead. He knew his victory would be short lived if there was any area on the path wide anough for her to pass him again. Putting all he had into the race he took off, breaking away and forcing Cat to hustle just to keep up with him. This was their foreplay. Competing, racing, challenging each other, giving 110% of their energy just for the victory of being in the lead.
"I see you wore panties like I told you to," Randy called out.
Her laugh echoed through the woods before she responded, "You didn't say what kind of panties to wear." That was true, he should have been more specific. She was riding along in front of him, her ass already tempting in her short, tan shorts, and now that he was paying attention it was obvious that her "panties" were nothing more than a little g-string.
Inwardly Randy was excited. He knew if she went to the trouble of teasing him this way it could only mean one thing. But he was determined to not let her win this one. He would wait for the picnic site if it killed him. And, with the way she was wiggling her ass, it just might. He couldn't help but watch her as she rode. The more he tried not to think about her the more he was obsessed with watching the movement of her pretty little cheeks. It wasn't long before fucking her was the only thought on his mind.
He started riding harder, catching up to her bike and getting next to her when the path allowed it. After a few failed attempts he broke through and took the lead. He knew his victory would be short lived if there was any area on the path wide anough for her to pass him again. Putting all he had into the race he took off, breaking away and forcing Cat to hustle just to keep up with him. This was their foreplay. Competing, racing, challenging each other, giving 110% of their energy just for the victory of being in the lead.
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