1. somtin

    Date: 2/2/2023, Categories: Fiction / Fantasy Gay Author: emanuel 69, Source: sexstories.com

    IV. It was four past One O'Clock when I took the keys from the ignition and removed my handcuffs from Ashley's wrists, then laid them on the center console. I was working to re-cage my now dormant sex as I was aware of her rubbing her newly freed wrists in typical fashion.
    I had driven us to a walking park in a lightly wooded forest outside of town, directly off the four lane. While it was right on the main road, I knew the park got no traffic at night, and I knew a hill in the park where we could be concealed while we were able to effectively spot any vehicle entering, with plenty of time to recover from whatever we were doing to achieve some semblance of normal appearance. Anyone that found us would know that we were up to no good, but all evidence would be gone before they could get close enough to see.
    As I opened my car door, I noted that she was, indeed, fixing her makeup. I retrieved my digital camera from the trunk before walking to the front of the car and sitting on the hood, facing away from her. I stuffed the camera into a cargo pocket and smiled to myself, contemplating her vanity. She had to know how good she looked; how could she not?
    A short while later, I heard her car door open, I turned my head to her, watching her exit, purse in hand. When she pulled the hem of her dress back down from her waist, I remembered the mess she'd made on my seat. I stood up to face her, and reminded her of the mess, and suggested that it would only be fair for her to clean it up since she made it. I thought she would just use the t-shirt I'd returned to her to sop up the mess, so I was rather stunned when she smiled seductively at me, bent over at the waist, and began licking up the evidence of her surrender. Holy fuck, she was dirty, filthy, hot.
    I kept my car immaculate, so without care I watched in amazement as she left a sheen of saliva anywhere a trace of her juices could've been detected. My sense of humor momentarily got the better of me as I commented, "Or, you could just lick it clean."
    She happened to be finishing her task at that very moment, so she flashed that bright smile at me again. "Happy to be of service!"
    I laughed, still trying to figure her out. "Okay, Ashley, let's go.
    She joined me at the front of the car and I took her hand, leading her into the park. The moon was high and bright, so we had no difficulty navigating. In no time we reached our destination at the top of the small hill. It was obviously an artificial hill, as its shape was too perfect and its location too singular to be natural. Here, there was a clearing with a circular plateau covered in lush, manicured grass, and sparsely outlined with concrete backless benches mounted to concrete pads.
    I had let go of Ashley's hand. She instead hugged my arm as she'd done the night before, and I happily accepted her. After surveying our surroundings, we stared for several moments at the moon, and I was at peace. I then looked at her and she at me. I ...