Warm Up 4/20
She smirked as she grinded in his lap. The summer sun soaked into their skin as they sat alone in the corner of the bleachers, Danny with his shirt off, draped over his forehead and Claire in his lap. Kids ran around the scorching high school track, their gym clothes barely able to wick away the sweat from their effort, as Claire’s skirt provided ample room for wave after wave of warm summer wind. Thinking he couldn’t make a move with everyone around, she grinded her hips down, pressing her well formed curves into his now growing bulge.
“What’s the matter, Danny? All worked up, and you can’t do a thing, huh? How cute you-” She began to mock him, toying with him, implying her absolute control. And yet, he sprang up, grabbing her waist with his large hands, making her jump. He leaned into the crook of her neck, and whispered in her ear.
“Who says I can’t do anything?” His hands slowly fell down from her hips, onto the pleat of her skirt. The light fabric was thick enough to block away light, yet thin enough to provide breathability. Every stitch he ran his thick finger over, calloused from the handy work during his free weekends. With a smirk of his own, he gripped her thigh, and slowly started to slide back the fabric. Holding one end in place, his other hand sunk into the unseen between her legs. Claire’s eyes widened, and she tried to get his hand away, gripping his wrist. As he dragged a finger along her panties, her grip became weaker, and her breaths became more audible. The pressure of his finger against her, separated only by a thin piece of cotton and lace, drove her mad as he did it. It was not so much the forcefulness of him, dragging up her lips and softly flicking against her clit, but the fact that they were open and so exposed. Anyone glancing in this direction could see her, and see him making her this flustered. She let out a soft squeak as he peeled her panties, pushing them to the side.
“What was that princess?” Danny said in a mocking tone. Her bare self feeling the kiss of the wind in its entirety now, alongside his rough hand, gently prodding around her lips. She attempted to shut her legs, but with a firm grip, he parted them again. Danny knew how to play with her, slowly teasing her, letting her get wet to his touch before sliding himself in, filling her touch craved hole. She gasped as he did it, squeaking out a moan, this time loud enough to be heard from the rest of the bleachers. Some even stopped running for a moment to investigate, though not finding the source. Two fingers occupied her, getting deep within herself, as Danny felt as though he had let it go on long enough. She had learned her lesson, he thought, but just to make sure, he pressed his thick thumb pad against her clit, beginning to rub it. She clamped down on his forearm, her little hand barely able to hold onto him, as his thrusts became quicker, deeper, nearly reaching her heart.
The buildup was too much for her. She slammed her legs shut, strength even Danny couldn’t prepare for, and shook in a convulsive orgasm, nearly screaming from the section they were in. Danny smiled evilly, retracting his hands from her nethers. He held her cheeks, and slid the slimy appendages inside of her lips, letting her taste herself on him. He retracted his fingers once again, and pressed his lips against hers, tongue attempting to lap up whatever was left in her mouth.
“That’s a good girl.” He smiled as he put his T-shirt back on his head, and reclined back into his seat, letting the sun wash over him. Claire, still shivering from her orgasm, looked back at him, a weary mix of anger and pleasure. Surely she’ll get him back, she thought. Surely.