Front Porch

It was early one morning, about 7 or 7:30.  I was working nights at the time but I had been off the night before.  Since I had been off, my wife picked up a couple of extra hours working the night shift at the nursing home.  She got home and found that I had not slept very well.

We talked for a while, kissed a little, and I removed her scrub top so that she was sitting on the couch in her bra and scrub bottoms.  A few minutes later she was wearing just her panties and I had only my shorts on, but they were around my ankles.  We were kissing and hugging and I thought we were about to have sex on the couch.

I was wrong.

"Remember the other night when we ****** outside?"  she asked.  "Remember the car?"

Oh, yes.  I remembered.  We had slipped out to the backyard a couple of nights before and had sex on the hood of my car.  It had been really hot.

"I remember," I said and I slipped my fingers into her panties and fingered her.

"Oh, yes," she said.  "That's what I want!"

So it surprised me when she stood up, took my hand, and led me to the front door.

In order to keep up with her I had to step out of my shorts.  She stood by the door, slipped her panties down, and tossed them behind us.  They landed right next to my shorts.

Without a word she opened the front door and stepped out onto the tiny front porch.

Now, I should tell you that this house sat pretty far back from the road.  We could easily see and hear the traffic going up and down the road, and believe me there was a fair amount that morning.  It was getting on toward rush hour and the work-a-day crowd was headed in to the office.  We would have been perfectly visible to anyone driving by, but most people wouldn't have been looking up our driveway.

She seemed unconcerned about being nude infront of the passing motorists and beckoned me out with her. 

I stepped out from the shelter of the front door and stood beside her on the porch.  Suddenly I had a massive erection and could not keep my hands off of her.  I wanted to slam her up against the porch post and **** her brains out, but she took my left hand and put it on her *****.  I stroked it while she held onto the porch railing with one hand and fondled my **** and balls with her other hand.

The sound of the cars was deafening, but I kept stroking her.  My other hand was on her ***.  She moaned and wiggled her body for me, still stroking me.

I touched her faster and faster.  She let me know what to do with her gasps and moans.  Gently, she guided my **** toward my other hand and said, "Touch yourself, too."

I moved my hand from her *** and grabbed my own ****.  With one hand I stimulated her ***** and with the other I jacked off.  She watched me over her shoulder, still bouncing in her own rhythm, now using her one free hand to tease her own nipples.

"Oh, yeah!" she said.  "Oh, yes...sss..sss..."

And I knew she had come.

I did about a second later.

She turned and pulled me to her, pressing her lips to mine.  We held each other for several seconds before the adrenaline rush began to subside.  I think we both felt the cold breeze on our skin about a half a second before someone honked their horn from the road.

We both scrambled to get back inside the house.  We slammed the door and pushed it shut like we were barricading it against an invading army.  We looked at each other, both in shock and began to laugh.

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3 Responses Feb 26, 2010

Sounds like a lot of fun!!!!!

Oh, yes, it really was!

:) I'm grinning from ear to ear. I know the post barricade laughter - it's good!