opened my mouth, Dennise beat me to it, “Number six Fresnel, Surprise Pink.”
So we worked until we’d reached the other end of the bridge.
Nobody was on stage below. The whole place was empty and dark, except for the work lights which threw strange shadows down on us. Dennise’s tits made shadows down the front of her blouse, putting a whole herd of cows in shadows.
She closed the case with the faded gels and turned to lean her head back against the brick wall at the far end of the bridge.
“Oh, I’m glad that’s over. I’m scared of heights.”
Pd noticed her heavy breathing, but I just thought it was the nearness of a sexy dude like me. “Me to. It’s better if you don’t look down.”
“I’m terrified of going down the ladder.” Her body trembled, the cows ran up and down hills on her chest.
“Want me to go down first, then you can fall on me. I’ve got long hair under this cap.” I took off my baseball cap to show her my black hair.
“I don’t know. I’d have to have you go into your heavy breathing act on my ankles again.”
“You noticed that?”
“I can hear railroad trains going up a grade too. And you seem to have a peculiar interest in cows.”
“No, just where they’re grazing.” Since the bridge was so narrow, we were standing facing each other, she leaning on the side rail.
“I suppose you like buttons too?” She gestured to the ten that marched in pairs down the length of her skirt.
“Buttons, zippers, any closing device. Half the fun is in opening the packages on Christmas day.”
“I notice you’ve got quite a package between your legs.”
There it was… the opening I needed. I stepped forward, put my hands on my ass and bent backward. “Yeah and there’s a zipper that opens to show the whole thing.
Dennise looked at me, smiled and said, “You think I won’t?”
“I’m willing to find out.”
Her hands were in front of her body, clasped together, as if she were carrying a purse or something. I watched the long fingers pause, unclasp and then run lightly down my crotch. I could barely feel them, but just that whisper of a touch was enough to start my dick to rising. This could be interesting. Sex on a light bridge. I didn’t know just what we could do, but I was willing to experiment.
“Didn’t feel a thing.” I said, my voice kind of smug and challenging at the same time.
“Neither did I.”
“You got to be firmer,” I reached out and punched a cow right in the nose where her tits were most obvious. I watched a spasm travel down her body. Then I circled her bra cup a couple of times, trying to get the lay of the land.
“I’ve got buttons,” she said.
“So I noticed”
“And they open.”
“Oh,” I reached over and did the five buttons on the blouse… pop, pop, pop.
Her eyes grew wide as if she couldn’t believe I was actually doing it.
Her hands came forward and she stroked my cock, which was now sticking out of the bottom of my boxers, causing panic in the flock of sheep printed on them.
“You like the feel of that,” I said.
“Yeah. My bra opens in the back.”
You need those kinds of directions these days with so many different ways of unhitching those thing. I unhitched and pulled her blouse open and part way out. Boy, did she have nice ones. I leaned up, smelling her luscious body. My lips found a nipple and worried it.
Her hand’s weren’t still either. At first they just kind of played with my dick … you know, pinching and stroking. A drop of my stuff spattered on the hairs on my inner thigh. I was really getting up. My teeth began to itch, a sure sign I was horny as hell.
I kissed her other tit, licking the little point and the shield until it was hard like my cock.
Her fingers moved up my crotch to the zipper. I stood absolutely still. I have a pretty good cock… well, good enough to stick out below my leg band. It’s got a nice cap to it, with, a hole right in the middle bi~ enough for me to empty my bladder with a thick stream of piss.
Dennise’s middle finger found the cum eye and began to circle it, while her other hand worked on my zipper. I could feel my fly opening and my cock dripping while my balls land of crawled.
She was in and grabbing at my cock as soon as she could. Those cool fingers felt soothing to my rod at first. Then she began to twist my skin around and back. She was just at my circumcision scar, with her thumb around my rod and the next finger under my cock arches. I let go another drop of that clear stuff.
She worked it into my cock.
“You gonna just play with that thing?”
“You want me to suck you off? She shivered as I used both hands to knead her breasts.
“Unless you can think of something better?”
“I got more buttons you know.”
I nodded and fumbled with her belt buckle. Then came the buttons. I only got down to number six when her skirt slid down her long legs to pool on the iron grill we were standing on.
Her panties were light green… as fresh as a spring growth. And I could see her growth as a dark shadow between her legs. The swelling of her pussy told me she was as hot as I was.
“Pull your panties down. I got something I want to stick in there.”
“Let me have a taste first.”
I went into my palms-on-ass routine again as she knelt on her skirt to protect her knees. She flipped my top button, giggled at the sheep gamboling on my boxers and pulled them down and away. My cock finally had a chance to pop up and did. She caught her breath. I guess I impressed her.
I watched as she licked her fingers and then stroked them along my cock to thy balls.
“A tongue’s better.”
She nodded, her eyes big with excitement. Then her pointed tongue whipped out as she bent her head down to lick on the very tip of my cock. Wow. And when she closed around my meat, that was even more wow.
Once she had me really wet, so much so that spit was dribbling off my balls and dropping down on my jeans, she stood up hooked her thumbs in her panties and shoved them down. I caught a flash of pink, the same color as surprise pink where her pussy gaped. She leaned back and grabbed the second pipe, spreading her legs wide and offering her cunt to me.
I had only one thing in mind at that moment… fucking cunt. I kind of cupped my balls in one hand and grabbed my dick right where it goes into my body with the other. Then I shook my meat at her. The pool of juice shook over the end and fell down to the grating.
Her eyes were half closed. She unclasped one hand from around the pipe and began to rub the drying spit I’d left on her fits in a circle. There was a kind of moan in the back of her throat.
I finally said, “You want this?”
“Yeah, right between the legs.”
Who says girls can’t talk dirty? I stepped forward as she bent backwards over the rail, her long blond hair brushing the upper pipe. I edge between her legs, my cock eye sniffing cunt. Then I touched it. I used my hand to wipe my dick up and down her cunt lips, just barely pressing between. Her lube was pretty heavy and had my tip all coated up in about two trips.
She stopped playing with her fits and said, “Fuck me, Hank. Shove that thing into me and make me gurgle.”
She wanted a lot. Even I didn’t have that much dick. But I bent down slightly and found the hole. Boy was that a hot first slide. She seemed to have a thousand fingers inside massaging my cock from all sides as I pushed it into her.
I could hear the squish as our juices mixed I couldn’t decide how anxious I was to get off. I mean I was
