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Finger Fucking on the Fourth
We went to the montains to watch the Fourth of July fireworks. We picked a nice place to view the fireworks display and spread a blanket out on the grass. I lit a few candles, got the food out of the picnic basket and started pouring the margaritas. It was a beautiful night and the air was clean and clear. There must have been a thousand people there to watch the fireworks.
As the sun went down, it began to get chilly. Unusual since it had been so hot for the last few weeks. But, people were actually starting to put sweaters on as the fireworks display began. You were seated on the blanket watching the foreworks. When I returned from pouring you another margarita I sat down directly behind you with you between my legs. As you sipped on your margarita, I felt a slight shiver run through your body. I wrapped my arms around your waist and pulled you close to keep you warm. "Are you cold?", I asked. You just nodded your head. So, I reached over and got a small blanket and placed it over you. "Mmmm, that feels good", you said as you leaned your body back into mine. I bent down and kissed you gently on the back of your neck. Another shiver ran through your body. "Still cold?", I asked. "No", you replied, as you turned your head to kiss me on the mouth. "You know what I want!" you said with a hungry look in you eyes. That was all it took for me -- I knew immediately that you wanted to be finger fucked while we watched the fireworks surrounded by hundreds of people. "So, you want me to finger fuck you right here with all these people around?", I whispered into your ear. Again, you just nodded your head.
With that I reach my hands under the blanket and grasped the front of your polo shirt. I gently pulled the front of your shirt free from where it was tucked under the waist of your shorts. I reached up under your shirt to find the front of your bra and quickly released the catch. Your bra sprung open giving me easy access to your breasts. I gently reached under your bra with my left hand and grasped the nipple of your right breast between my thumb and forefinger. I rubbed your nipple between my fingers as I again kissed you on the back of your neck -- I felt your melt in my arms in response to my touch.
I know you love for me to kiss the back of your neck. And, I have learned just how to do it to make you extra hot. I kiss you with closed lips around the nape of your neck. Then, I open my mouth and exhale so that you can feel my hot breath on your neck as my lips just barely brush you skin. Then, ever so lightly, I touch your skin with the tip of my tongue, running it slowly up and down the back of your neck. My tongue touches your skin so lightly that it is almost just touching the tiny hairs on your skin. This evokes a violent shiver of your body and I can feel the goosebumps raise on your skin in response to the touch of my tongue. When this happens, I know I'm getting you really hot.
With my left hand still playing with your nipple, my right hand reaches for the button on your shorts. I pop the button loose and slowly pull the zipper down. This gives me just enough room to slide my hand down your shorts and under your panties. When my fingers reach your pussy it is already soaking wet, as I expected. My fingers gently explored the wetness of your pussy lips, slowly stroking up and down their length.
Since I couldn't actually remove your shorts and panties, there is not a lot of room to maneuver my hand in your pussy. So, instead of inserting a finger into you vagina or directly stimulating your clit, I decide on the indirect approach. Things were just too tight under your shorts.
So, I place three fingers on your pussy lips right where your clit is and just moved my fingers side to side. This is not a constant rubbing -- I rub and stop, rub and stop. In fact, I found a rhythm that seems to be most effective. Each time one of the firworks exploded, I rubbed your pussy -- then I stopped until another firework exploded in the sky. As the fireworks display progressed, the shells exploded closer and closer together, which meant less time in between each rubbing. So, as the pace of the firworks quickened, so did my pace of rubbing your pussy. For a variation, when one of those loud booming shells exploded (you know the ones -- loud sound, but no colored streamers), I tapped on your pussy lips instead of rubbing. This varied the sensation provided to your clit. The vibration from the fireworks and the tapping of my fingers obviously was working it's magic, as I felt your muscles tighten with each explosion.
I can hear your breathing quicken, as you let out a moan with each firework explosion. Fortunately, the sound of the explosions cover the sounds coming from your mouth. And, the "Oooing" and "Aaahing", of the people around us just heightened your excitement, knowing that other people were sitting just a few feet away from us, as I was finger fucking your pussy.
The fireworks were exploding faster and faster, and I could feel you getting closer to orgasm. So, I was careful not to rub too hard or too fast, because I wanted my timing to be just right. And, then it happened -- the finale of the fireworks. Shells were exploding like crazy in the sky, so my rubbing of your pussy kicked into high gear. My fingers were flying over your pussy lips as the shell exploded over head. Then, I felt your explode, too. With my arms wrapped tightly around you, I felt the violent shudder of your body as it writhed in ecstacy under a sky that is on fire with color and sound.
As the last shells exploded in the sky, I feel your body go limp, as you sank back into me. You turned your head and I kissed you deeply as I heard people around me saying, "Wow, what a show!" I thought to myself, "If they only knew."
I stood up and poured another margarita, as you put your clothes back together. "Might as well have another drink" I said, "it will take at least an hour for all these folks to clear out of here. The traffic will be aweful!" So, I sat down next to you and took a sip of my margarita. As the people around us packed up their chairs and picnic baskets, you snuggled up next to me under the blanket. It was then that I felt your hand pulling at the zipper on my shorts. I took another sip of my margarita as I leaned back and just enjoy the rest of our evening, while your mouth and fingers worked their magic on me.