## The Weather isn't the Only Thing Getting Hot

Post by Saphira » Wed Apr 11, 2012 5:05 pm

*Side note: I know it's not PG-17 yet, but it will be in the future.
Damn, it was hot. I felt the sun start to sear my bikini-clad body as I stepped outside. You would think that being closer to the North Pole than the equator would have its benefits in summer, but apparently not. I stopped at the borderline of my family’s grass lawn and the sand beach of Lake Michigan and stuck my foot out to test the temperature. I held it on the sand for a few seconds before I had to remove it. Shit, I thought. It was a good few leaps across the sand to reach the water, but the sand felt like hot coals on the pads of my feet. The longer I stood there debating on what to do, the more I felt the sun’s rays beating down. I sighed, and quickly removed my sarong. I took a few steps backward before charging towards the lake. Ow, ow, ow, I winced with each landing of my foot on the sand. I got to the water and let out another sigh, but this one of relief. The cool waves lapped against my calves, and I waded in until I was up to my neck. This felt nice.
I kept my head up in order to view my surroundings. Boats were speeding past in every direction, some with skiers or tubers trailing behind them. I heard the excited shill of children’s voices and smiled. There was nothing quite like catching the perfect wave and flying high. Our own boat was tied to a sunken, cement-filled tire a few feet behind me. It bobbed gently in the waves, and I saw a cluster of lifejackets, skis, tow rope and towels within it. We had been out on the lake all morning, and everyone besides me was resting in the air-conditioning. Our water trampoline was anchored farther out into the lake so that we could jump and dive off of it without fear of hurting ourselves, and various water guns were thrown on top of it for now.
I pushed myself up so that I was floating on my back, and drifted peacefully for a few minutes until I heard my cell phone ring. It held a specific ringtone for some people, and by this one I determined that it was him. It was Roy. I smirked and thought that he was most likely lost. He had absolutely no sense of direction. I let it go to voicemail and spent a few more minutes out in the water before I swam back to shore. I took my leaps across the sand once again, and grabbed a towel off of a hammock before retrieving my phone. I listened to his message, but it simply said that he was almost here. I chuckled and felt slightly ashamed about my previous thoughts. My ears picked up the sound of a bass coming from the second floor of our house, and I smiled again. Out of my four brothers and three guy friends that were currently vacationing with us, I was the only female young adult. It would be an interesting week with all of us together to say the least. Having Roy here would only make it better. Along with the weather’s heat, maybe we could make some heat of our own. A pleasant shiver ran through me as I thought of his naked body, and with a sort of sexual desire I went inside to get ready for his arrival.
"So hereâ€™s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

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Post by hafnermg » Thu Apr 12, 2012 4:37 pm

ooooh I like it!! very nice! I can't wait for the next part!

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Post by Saphira » Fri Apr 13, 2012 11:22 am

Thanks, hafnermg!
Upon entering through the back door, the sound of the bass grew louder, and I recognized one of the more popular rappers of the time. The boys were yelling at each other over the sound of it, though about what I could not tell. I walked around trying to locate my parents, and I found them in the kitchen, cooking up something that smelled wonderful. I saw a cookbook lying open to a recipe for taco pie and smiled. It was already starting out to be a good night. My dad was grounding up avocados for guacamole and my mom was cutting jalapenos for a salsa. We talked for a bit before I went upstairs to brave the music and change.
I walked up to my room, and still heard the boys yelling. I sighed, and closed my bedroom door. There were two twin beds with a dresser between them, a bookshelf, and a window overlooking the lake. I occupied the bed closest to the window, and the other was currently reserved for Roy, though usually it belonged to one of my younger female cousins. And my parents actually thought that we would be in separate beds, psh, I thought. They could hope I guess. I put on a flowy summer dress and a short lace thong after placing my bikini in a laundry hamper. I dried my hair and started to curl it, though I knew between the sun’s heat and the heat created later on that night there really wasn’t much point. I kept checking my phone, and when he finally called to say that he was on our street, I ran down the stairs to greet him.
He pulled into the driveway, and the second after he turned the car off, I yanked open his door and threw myself across his lap. Giving him a nice, enthusiastic kiss, I wound my arms around his head and didn’t let go until I heard the bang of the front door again. Without even sparing us a glance, one of my younger brothers, Jake, stormed into the garage, grabbed a tennis racket and stomped back inside. Well, that couldn’t be too good, I thought. But before I could get up to see what the ruckus was about, Roy pulled me back in for another kiss, and I stuck my hand down between our bodies, sliding it down his chest and rubbing his cock at the end. He moaned, opening his mouth slightly, and I bit down on his lower lip. I pulled back and winked before getting out of the car. I helped him with his bags and felt him staring at me as we went inside.
As soon as we entered, I noticed that the music had stopped, but the yelling was still ongoing. My dad was standing at the bottom of the stairs with his nose pinched between his index finger and thumb and I knew that something had to be done. My dad and Roy nodded at each other, saying hello before Roy followed me upstairs. I placed his bags in my room and then walked down to the other bedroom on this hall. I opened the door, and that caused Jake to stop screaming for a second. He held the racket in one of his upraised hands, and his face was all red from overexertion. My two older brothers and the guy friends were texting and watching TV while I noticed that Justin, my other younger brother, was the cause of Jake’s distress.
Justin sat in a chair with two of the Xbox 360 controllers, and the Call of Duty game. I sighed. Was this really all that caused the disturbance? I grabbed the racket out of Jake’s hand, and before he could start yelling again, I told him to calm down. I mentioned going down to a local restaurant and playing for control of the gaming system for the night. It was one of the more popular ways that arguments were worked out on the lake, and it usually wore everyone out enough to let bad feelings go as well. Jake challenged Justin to a basketball shooting game, and they took off, followed by everyone except Roy and myself. I threw him an apologetic glance once we were alone, but he smiled and gave me a hug. But I got an idea during that hug. I pulled back and raised an eyebrow at him. Would he be willing to play me in a game of pool for control over the other’s body that night? His eyes burned into me, and he agreed. I smirked as he probably thought that he could win. Well we will see, I thought. We will see.
"So hereâ€™s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

### Re: The Weather isn't the Only Thing Getting Hot

Post by Saphira » Sun Apr 15, 2012 6:45 am

I walked back into our room to retrieve some cash for the game. Upon turning back towards the door and seeing him leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets, I knew that I had to win. It was too great of a chance to pass up so easily. I walked up to him, yanking him in by his shirt, and then throwing him back against a wall. “I would be afraid for the rest of the night if I were you,” I said as my hands slid down his chest. “Oh yeah? And why’s that? You think that you can win?” he asked. I nodded, and reached my hand down to smack his manhood. “Yep because I know how to handle some balls,” I teasingly said as I roughly squeezed his own pair. He gasped and firmly grabbed my wrist with one of his hands to pull it away from his body. I chuckled, and then maneuvered my hand so that it was interlaced with his before pulling him out of the room.
As we stepped outside, I noticed that the temperature was still just as hot as it had been in the afternoon. I sighed. Noticing that, he wondered what was wrong, but I just smiled and raised my eyebrows at him before hipchecking him into a tree. He cursed, and then came after me, lifting me up over his shoulder. I complained and smacked his ass in order to get him to put me down. He simply smacked mine back in return, and I gasped and growled as I felt the sharp sting. He did release me as we came within sight of some people though, and we strolled contentedly the rest of the way to the restaurant. The boys were already inside, surrounded by Cokes and baskets of fries. Jake was trying his hardest to throw the basketball through the hoop, but he wasn’t doing too well. The kid possessed determination though, I had to give him that. I went up to the bar to pay for the game and to get us our own drinks. I grabbed each of us a stick, and as he was distracted while taking his from my hand, I whipped mine down and lightly whacked the back of his calf. He winced and grimaced, but didn’t say anything else. We then prepped our sticks with chalk, set the balls in a triangle, and began to play.
He took the first shot and sank a solid. Shooting again, he got nothing. For my turn, I shot a stripe into a hole, and then another again on my next play. I winked at him, and playfully blew the imaginary smoke off the end of my stick. He rolled his eyes and took his turn. It was a pretty intense game, both of us stealing the lead from the other numerous times. The boys came over and watched us after they had had their fun, and Jake seemed quite happy. Well, good for him, I thought. It came down to the final shot of myself against the 8-ball. I called it correctly, and then let out a victory cheer. Roy’s eyes narrowed as he collected the balls to return them to the bar. We all walked back together as a large group, Jake and I being slightly smugger than the others. Dinner was ready as we entered the house, and we all sat down to dig in. I took a bite of the salsa, and my eyes began to water. I blew out some air, trying to cool my tongue, but to no avail. Roy laughed at me, and said that I just couldn’t take the heat. My eldest brother gave me a knowing eyebrow raise before I kicked Roy’s shin under the table. He would have to pay for that comment later.
After the dishes were washed and put away, we all dispersed to separate activities. I pulled Roy back upstairs, and shut the bedroom door. He went to go relax on his bed, but that was definitely not what I had in mind. I skipped over to the dresser to collect some summer-y scarves and sarongs, and then before he could move anywhere, I grabbed his ankles and secured them to the bar at the end of the bed. I knotted it tightly, and then wound the scarves up his legs so that they were tied together, and he couldn’t separate them or move them at all. I then hopped up to straddle his lap. I made sure to sit right on top of his cock so that I could feel any changes in firmness. He sat up, and grabbed me around the waist before leading in for a kiss. I let it be innocent for a bit before I took one of his hands and slid it down between my legs. I pushed my dress aside as I made him feel my wet thong and the heat emanating from behind it. He moaned through our kiss before he pushed my thong aside and started to stroke me. I sighed and smiled before I moved my mouth from his lips to his neck. I bit down enough to leave a mark, and he gasped, pinching my clit in the process. I placed one of my hands around his neck in a choking gesture and told him to be nice. He did as I commanded, and we went back to our original routine.
He quickly changed the pace though as he slid his hand down and pulsed two of his fingers in and out of me, stretching me as he went. I arched my back causing his fingers to slide in further, and I moaned. Damn, that felt good. He kept pulsating as my body started to tingle, and I was almost there when we heard a loud bang close by. The sexual tension quickly evaporated, though I closed my eyes and wished that his fingers would stay put instead of pulling out. Justin was calling us all together for a movie, and I sighed. What would it take to be alone for a while? I got up off of him, but instead of allowing him to join me I took his hands and tied them to each post at the top of the bed. I then unraveled his legs and tied them off to separate posts as well so that he was lying spread-eagle. Even though the bed was small, I made sure that he was as uncomfortable as possible. He was still fully clothed, but that would change later. I blew him a kiss and closed the door behind as he lay there in exasperation, wondering what could possibly happen next.
"So hereâ€™s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

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Post by LauraHogtieTickled » Sun Apr 15, 2012 6:53 am

Great So Far

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Post by canuck100 » Sun Apr 15, 2012 1:06 pm

Hawt!

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Post by jmanes5000 » Tue Apr 17, 2012 5:13 pm

This is a fantastic story. Very well-written, and I like the background and the pace. Fan bloody tastic

### Re: The Weather isn't the Only Thing Getting Hot

Post by Saphira » Wed Apr 18, 2012 8:53 pm

Thanks jmanes, canuck and LauraHogtieTickled!
The movie was agonizingly long. It was a comedy… I think. People were laughing, but my mind was up with Roy, wondering how he was and what shenanigans we would get up to that night. My parents questioned his whereabouts, and I said that he was tired after a long drive and needed some rest. They believed me without a second thought. Finally, it was over, and we all said our goodnights and went off to bed. Upon entering my room, it looked as if Roy was already defeated in a way. He did indeed look tired, and I could see marks on his wrists and ankles from where he had tried to pull the ropes. Maybe some cold water would wake him up a bit, I thought. I went to cuddle into his side, and we talked about random things until I was sure that everyone was asleep. It was then that I lifted my head up to meet his gaze, gave him a wicked smile and said, “Let the fun begin!”
I went down to the kitchen to retrieve a plastic spatula before returning to him and untying his bonds. I ordered him to stand up and start stripping. He was rather slow at first, which allowed for some quick whacks against his ass, but after a while, he was nude. I teased the underside of his cock by tracing the spatula from his balls to the head until he was erect. He moaned, so I smacked his balls and told him to be quiet, otherwise we would be caught. He did as he was told, though I could tell that he wasn’t looking forward to what I had planned for him. We walked down the stairs and outside in a normal fashion besides some spatula strokes in between his cheeks to keep his senses heightened. The air was still very warm, but the sand had thankfully cooled down. Upon reaching the water’s edge, I stripped as well and then gave him a hard smack on the ass to get him into the water. I held on to his shoulders as we waded in, careful not to let him attempt to escape. But he knew he couldn’t go anywhere anyway. I was a faster swimmer in basically every stroke. We reached the boat, and I squeezed his ass before demanding that he stay put for a minute. I placed his hand on the ladder leading into the interior of the boat and told him that if his land left the ladder even for a second, he would be severely punished. He rolled his eyes, but took my threat seriously.
I climbed into the boat and dug through the materials before I threw out some tow rope and a hollow inter-tube. I made sure that he was splashed upon their descent into the lake, and he shivered as the drops ran down his chest. I jumped out of the boat and into the water a little too loudly perhaps. We both glanced back towards the house, but it appeared as though no one had heard me. I went over to him, and grabbed his bicep before pulling him away from the boat. With one hand on his arm, and another around his neck, I pushed down hard enough to fully submerge him, and he came back up sputtering a bit. I told him to stop being a baby before leading him towards the tube. I forced him to climb on so that he was lying with his stomach down, and his body adjusted so that his cock went through the center of the tube. His weight shift caused him to pitch forward, but with some readjusting, we were good to go. I grabbed the tow rope and started to tie him to the tube. The rope was quite long, so I was able to mummify his legs before constructing an X shape across his back with the corners on his shoulders and hips. I wrapped the leftover pieces around his arms so that he was basically immobile except for his head.
Once he was secured, I reached under the water for his cock. It was still slightly erect, but I made it more so once I started tugging on it in a downwards motion. It was like giving him a hand job and causing him pain at the same time. He winced and gritted his teeth every time that I my squeeze or pull was too hard. Even though the water added slight difficulty for smacking, I was still able to swing my hand up and whack his balls a few times. He kept wincing, and tried to move the tube around, but that gave me another idea. Reaching both arms under one side, I pushed up and flipped him so that he was on his back. His head bobbed underwater for a second, but he came up sputtering afterwards. His cock now pointed straight up into the sky, and I was able to start smacking it between each of my hands. He moaned and threw his head back in pain, which was a bad mistake on his part seeing as how he went back underwater again. But I found that I was able to grasp his hair with one hand and reach his cock with the other. So I pulled his head down, submerging him, while smacking and grabbing his balls at the same time. Bubbles of air reached the surface directly above his mouth, and I let him back up to breathe as he coughed and sputtered. He couldn’t moan while underwater, so he simply had to take the pain silently or drown. I repeated this a few times, even spinning the tube around once or twice so that he got nice and dizzy and his ears filled up a bit. Once he was breathing quite heavily, and his heartbeat had greatly increased, I let him have a break. I swam around on my back while he drifted with the waves, aching his neck to keep his head above water. He would be working many more muscles by the end of the night, I thought. Once he had had enough relaxation, it was time to start again.
"So hereâ€™s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

### Re: The Weather isn't the Only Thing Getting Hot

Post by Saphira » Sat Apr 21, 2012 2:44 pm

After floating for a little bit, I went back over to him and asked how he was doing. “How do you think I’m doing?” he answered with a growl. I chuckled and flipped him back over so that he was on his stomach. He sighed as he let his neck flop down and relax. I smacked his ass, telling him there would be no more rest, and he yelped. I smacked it again saying that he had to be quiet, and he moaned in defeat. I pulled myself up so that I was lying on top of him on the tube, and told him to start kicking towards shore. It was a process seeing as how he couldn’t propel himself that easily when his legs weren’t fully submerged, but we got there after much more ass smacking and telling him to go faster. His splashes were a bit loud though, and I worried that someone in the house would hear. Thankfully, no once came outside to investigate, and once we reached the sand, I untied him. He flopped over on to his back after the kicking exertion, but only for a second.
I took an end of the tow rope and whipped his hip bone with it. “Get up,” I ordered. He winced, but did as I commanded. I walked behind him and told him that we must retrieve something from the garage. As we made our way there, I was behind him, whipping his back, shoulders, inner thighs, and really any body part that I could reach. He stumbled a few times on the more painful ones, but got up with a few curse words spoken and nothing else. Once we reached our destination, I pointed to a green kayak that hung up in the wooden rafters and ordered him to get it down. Since our garage was located right below my brothers’ bedroom, we had to be extremely quiet and I agreed to help him a tiny amount. I took a ladder and placed it against the wall before climbing up. I inched the kayak towards him, and as it started to tilt down, we carefully slid it from its resting place to the cement floor. He gritted his teeth a few times while we did this, and I noticed that his shoulders were bright red, so it must have been hard for him to hold the kayak up. Well, he wouldn’t need his upper body next anyway, I thought. As I began to climb down, he asked about the paddles. I simply stated that we wouldn’t need them, and winked before grabbing another tow rope and walking out of the garage.
I helped him carry the kayak to the sand since it was slightly heavy. Once there, I got one length of tow rope back out and snapped it in the air menacingly. I tied one end on to the hook in front of the kayak before dropping the other end into the sand for now. With the other length of rope, I walked over to him and began to mummify him again. He moaned as I made the rope quite tight all the way up his legs, leaving his feet open, and leaving a space for his cock before tying across his torso and arms. Once he was completely still, I picked up the fallen end of rope attached to the kayak and skillfully wound it around his cock and balls. He got the idea soon enough, and tried to escape but it was already too late. He took a hop away, but the weight of the kayak pulled his cock straight out, and he gasped in pain. I stood there as I told him to move the kayak into the water. He started to protest, but I wouldn’t give in to his complaints. He did a sort of shuffling motion towards the water since he had found out how painful hopping or walking could be. He winced every time he pulled too hard, but he got it into the water eventually.
I hopped into the kayak and ordered him on to his back. He did as he said, and we floated with the waves for a second before I told him to take me out to the trampoline. He tilted his head back and moaned when he realized how far away it was. I stuck my hand out and pulled on the kayak’s rope, which quieted him once he felt his cock jolt. He began to kick and as the kayak started to move, his cock and balls stretched a decent amount. He cursed, and we stopped every once in a while since he couldn’t take too much at once. But when I thought the breaks were getting to be too long, I tugged on the rope and we started off again. We finally reached the trampoline, and his face could relax out of the permanent grimace it had held for the past few minutes. I hopped out and began to set up for our next round of fun.
"So hereâ€™s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

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Post by Saphira » Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:35 am

I got out of the kayak and climbed up the side of the trampoline. I pushed some of the water guns off to the side, and made space in the center. I jumped back into the water and started to untie him. His body relaxed and I noticed many red indentations wrapped around him from the rope. I started to swim around the edges of the trampoline as I ordered him up top. It took some effort since he wasn’t used to the small handles on the trampoline, and he was tired, but he reached the top eventually. As he was doing that, I swam under the trampoline to an air pocket underneath, and tied each rope through a hook on the underside. Pushing them back out into open air, I threw each end up on top before climbing up again myself.
Roy lay there on his stomach, in perfect position for me. He moaned as I crawled over to him, but he only gave me a nasty glare before closing his eyes. He opened them up again as I collected the rope ends though, and as he tried to squirm away, I lunged on top of him and we bounced as I attempted to tie his limbs in a spread eagle position. Waves splashed beneath us as the trampoline moved around in the water, but once he was secure, it calmed down. He was now facing down on his stomach with his limbs stretched towards the sides of the trampoline. I smiled and slowly started to bounce up and down. He cursed once or twice as his cock and balls made full contact with the trampoline, and he tried to shift his knees so that he would land on them instead, but the ropes were too tight. He gasped and begged me to stop, but I only started to jump harder and closer to him so that he got more air. He now tried to land on his elbows, or even part of his head, but I slide the trampoline from side to side, making it impossible for him to land on anything besides his manhood.
After just the bouncing for a while, I had another idea. I walked over so that I stood right next to his ass and started to jump again. This way, whenever he bounced up, his ass would get a good smack, and on the way back down, his manhood would take the pain. He continued to curse and moan, but I didn’t stop until his ass was nice and red. We were both starting to sweat now, as the heat was still pretty unbearable, and looking over at the water guns, I decided to cool him off. I took the most powerful one that we had and leaned over the side of the trampoline to fill it up. Once full, I undid his arms, and flipped him over on to his back so that his legs were crossed with the ropes tied to them. I sat down on his chest and aimed the gun at his cock. I pulled the trigger, and a fierce jet of water launched out. He immediately tried to cringe up as it struck him, but he could only grit his teeth and take the pain. I kept the flow steady until the water was gone, and then looked back at his face. He looked miserable, and his hair clung to his forehead. I filled up the gun a second time, but instead of capping it off, I simply turned it over and poured it on to his face. His arms went up in an attempt to protect himself, but that didn’t help much. He coughed and sputtered a bit, but I could tell that he enjoyed the cool water for the time being. I undid his ankles at that time, and lay down next to him as we both relaxed for a few minutes. I was content to stay like that for a while, but it seemed that he was in the mood for some revenge, so I could only prepare and try to fight off what was to come.
"So hereâ€™s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

### Re: The Weather isn't the Only Thing Getting Hot

Post by Saphira » Wed May 02, 2012 12:40 pm

*Sorry I've been slacking on my PG-17-ness, but here goes...
He lay there staring at me for a minute or two before rolling back on to his stomach and reaching for the rope ends that had originally been tied to his hands. He pulled them back towards us, but I just smiled and stuck my hands underneath me. He would have to try pretty hard to fully secure me in those bonds. His eyes gleamed mischievously as he ran a finger up my side. I shivered slightly, enjoying the light sensation. He moved his finger up to my collarbone, across it and then down my chest. He started to run it across one of my nipples before I grabbed his wrist and made him behave. But that was all he needed. He swung his hand around, latching on to my wrist as well before pulling me across the trampoline towards one of the ropes. I gasped, and attempted to squirm away, but I was too taken by surprise to truly fight back. He quickly secured one of my hands before lunging over me to grab the other one. I tried to move away, but pulling on the roped hand just caused the trampoline to bounce a bit and make waves. Soon, he had my second hand secured, and then slid down to pull my ankles towards the other two ropes. I tried bouncing in an attempt to make it more difficult, but he still managed. I was now tied spread eagle while lying on my back. Well shit, I thought.
I glared at him as he gave me a wicked smile. My turn, he said with a wink. I rolled my eyes and turned my head so that I didn’t have to look at him. He grabbed my chin in one of my hands and turned it back towards his face. My eyes widened as I looked at his body. With his other hand, he was giving himself a hand job, and his erect cock looked very enticing. He held my head as he made me watch him, and every time I closed my eyes, he gave me a light slap on the cheek. I growled, but he was done with his solo pleasure. He slid his body up so that his face was right over mine, and his cock nicely settled between my legs as it very gently rubbed against my lady parts. I let out a light moan, and felt myself clinch up. This wasn’t going to be good. He placed his lips on the side of my neck and started to kiss. The kisses slowly turned to bites as he worked his way down my body, and I started to get quite hot. My back stuck to the trampoline, and as I tried to peel it off, I inadvertently grinded up against him. It was his turn to lightly moan, but then the teasing got worse.
He took one of his hands and placed the tip of his cock against my clit, rubbing up and down, but never entering my body. I moaned again, and tried to yank the ropes, but they were secure. I looked up as he smiled down at me, relishing the fact that I was getting worked up by this, and that my release was his to control. He placed the smallest amount of himself inside me, and I started to lose it. Please, please, I whimpered. He chuckled and went back to teasing my clit. I slammed my head against the trampoline in frustration, which caused us to bounce up and down. He had some fun then by placing more of his cock inside, and the combination of the bouncing plus the feel of him was great. I arched my back, causing him to slide in a bit more, but he quickly removed himself. I let out a growl that echoed a good distance across the water, and he placed one of his hands over my mouth. Shh, he said, we don’t want to wake the others. I gave him a set of pleading eyes, but he smiled and went back to business. I could tell that he was starting to get anxious too as he slid in further and further each time. Damn, he felt amazing. It was nearly a perfect fit.
He moved to thrusting in and out at a slow pace, but with my moans of “faster” and “harder”, he complied. With each thrust, we both bounced up and down, and the sounds of the waves made for an even more pleasurable experience. I felt myself tighten and knew that I was getting close. I pulled on the ropes again, and actually felt my wrists slide a little; they were so slick with sweat. I noticed red rope marks as well, but didn’t think of it anymore as we continued our journey to ecstasy. So close, so close, I thought. His breathing was getting heavier and faster, and we were both almost there when….
SLAM. “No, I heard something, I swear I heard something!!” We heard Jake’s voice echo out to us over the water and I felt Roy freeze above me. No, no, no. I started to come out of my pleasurable haze, and moaned one final time as he slid out of me for good. Shit. It was no time to worry about lost orgasms now though. We heard a set of voices get closer as they came around to our point of view, and Roy quickly undid my bonds before we both quietly slipped off the trampoline and into the water. The cold jolt of the water did it for both of us as I was now completely coherent, and I could tell that he was alert as well. We waited on the far side of the trampoline until the voices disappeared, a second chiming in now angry that he had been woken up for nothing. I looked over at Roy and still felt a sense of lust as he waded there next to me. Once it had been silent for a while, we both took a relaxing breath. But I closed my eyes in frustration as well. So close, I thought, in more ways than one now, but only one way mattered. I opened my eyes again, looked at Roy and thought it again. So close.
"So hereâ€™s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade