As the fireworks kept blossoming, he pulled her tighter towards him. It’s his type of hug, she thought, that loving, squeezing, intense hug, both urgent and caring at the same time. She wiggled her rear, adjusting, so that the head of his penis dropped in between her cheeks. She giggled as she listened to his momentary pause in his breathing. Then, his hand dropping down to the waistband of her shorts, he pulled her rear into his hard penis, pressing hard.
He slid his hands down into her shorts. Her hand quickly intercepted his, and he stopped, his gut all of a sudden churning, worried that he’d taken too much liberty. But then, her hand over his, she guided his hand to her vagina, his fingers feeling her trimmed bush, then sliding further down to feel her wetness. She groaned just a bit and tried to make herself more available, taking her hand away, now letting him do what he wanted. Too awkward because of the “over-the-hip” angle of his arm, he pulled his hand away. Discreetly, he slid his hand between them, sliding his hand between her thighs, his forearm rubbing the hardness in his shorts. He started to finger her, moving the crotch of her shorts aside. With a slight adjustment, he found a comfortable position where his fingers lay on her clit and her very wet lips. Is this okay, he murmured. Can anyone see?, he asked. She looked around. No, it’s okay she said. He looked up at a particularly bright explosion, and looked around. Everyone’s heads craned upwards – no one was looking at one of the many couples laying on a towel, holding each other for warmth.
He started to rub her clit, the familiar little bump moving around, slippery, wet. Her head dropped and he could hear her breathing, a little deeper than normal. Do you think you can…? he asked her. She nodded silently, her eyes closed. I want you too also she whispered. He nodded even though he thought that it would be impossible. He started rubbing that spot just below her clit, that spot that he learned drove her crazy. The warmth spread in her body, her juices making even her thighs deliciously damp. She could feel the familiar pressure, the warmth, and she held his other hand with her own, squeezing as she ramped up, easing as she’d let herself drift away. She tilted her head to his arm, the one under her neck, and rubbed her chin on it, her cheek. She kissed it, feeling him jump. She smiled and licked it, tasting the salt from the air and his familiar, comforting “taste”. She spread her thighs a bit, enjoying the cool air rushing between them, his had still protecting her core from any disrupting drafts.
She could feel his thumb, eager to get into the action, rubbing her lips, wetting itself. Then, soaked with her juices, she could feel it travel back, circling her anus, closer and closer, until she involuntarily clenched as he pressed. Then she pushed, her ass opening up, soft and pliable under his thumb. He languished there, then brought more moisture down, until her ass was as wet and pliable as her cunt. He pressed just a bit, so that his thumb just started to penetrate her. He stopped short of penetration, satisfied with just pushing against her ring of muscle. Rubbing her clit and her ass at the same time, he looked at her still face. He could feel a tremble in her body, and he kept moving his fingers.