Cumming at the Lookout Point

It was a beautiful autumn afternoon, and my lover Erik and I were driving up to the mountains. ​​​​​​​I sat in his passenger seat, tugging down on my shirt to reveal a little more cleavage. I'd worn a low-cut top that showed the black lace edges of my bra; I wanted to give him an eyeful whenever he glanced over at me. His sharp intake of breath at the sight sent a throb through my cunt. "God, you have beautiful breasts," he said.

"Thank you."

I ran my hand up his thigh. "Take your bra off." Throughout my life, I'd never been very comfortable with my chest. I'd developed early, wearing my first bra in fifth grade when all my friends were still flat-chested, and it left me with a lot of self-consciousness. Now as an adult, I'd basically come to terms with what I'd been given -- DD cups, soft and heavy, creamy white skin with pink-brown nipples that were always at least a little bit erect. I know they were nothing like the gravity-defying tits that bounced on porn stars' chests. I like them better with the support of a sexy bra and felt a little insecure without one. Erik, however, wanted full access. 

I unbuckled the clasp and slid one strap off, then pulled the bra off through my shirt's other armhole. "You didn't even get to see how cute it was," I said with a teasing pout.

"It looks cuter on the floor," Erik replied. "Come here." I scooted closer and he slipped his hand up my shirt and found the bump of my nipple, gave a gentle pinch. I let out a soft moan as he played, one hand on the steering wheel, one hand on me, twisting and teasing me as we drove through the leafy mountain roads. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his touches that sent shocks of pleasure straight from my nipples to my pussy. I shifted in my seat, feeling the wetness between my legs increase, letting the seam of my jeans rub against my sensitive clit.

Erik pulled the car off at a deserted parking area with a lookout spot over the hilly landscape. As he parked, I reached on the floor to retrieve my bra, but he grabbed my hand. "Leave it. Come on." A twinge of anxiety tightened in my chest at the thought of walking around unsupported, my boobs bouncing around unrestrained under my shirt, right out there in the open.

"Someone might see."

"There's nobody around, babe." He reached under my shirt again to cup my breast in his hand, squeezing gently as it spilled out from his grasp, too large for his hand to contain. "You're so fucking sexy."  Feeling braver from his words but still a bit self-conscious, I left the bra on the floorboards and got out of the car. We walked hand in hand over to the lookout point, down some stone stairs to where the view opened up before us in a breathtaking spread of fall colors. I leaned against the safety rail and gazed out. "So beautiful," I said. 

He pressed himself up behind me, his hard cock nudging against my ass, and he reached around under my shirt to run both hands over my breasts. "So beautiful," he repeated.  Goosebumps covered my skin as the breeze picked up, and I could feel my nipples tighten as they grew harder beneath his hands. He responded with a soft moan in my ear and a rougher touch as he manhandled my breasts. Every touch made my pussy wetter and wetter, made my clit throb and ache for contact. I leaned back against him, grinding my ass into his hard-on. One of his hands trailed down my belly and pushed past the waistband of my jeans, immediately making contact with the smoothness of my shaved pussy. "You're not wearing panties," he whispered in my ear. His fingers slid between my engorged lips, and my arousal juices made an audible wet sound as he stroked his fingers in and out, lubing them up before he returned to my aching clit. My knees felt weak as he worked me over, one hand massaging my breast, the other working in slow circles on my clit. He pressed with a steady pressure as he rubbed, just the way I like it.

I clutched the safety rail in front of me to keep myself upright. The colorful foliage before me faded into a blurry wash as my eyes lost focus, my whole brain centered solely on the sensation of his hand on my breast and his fingers on my clit. I humped myself against his hand as the pleasure built. I needed more pressure, more contact, more more more. It felt like all the blood in my body had rushed down to the wet heat of my engorged pussy and my swollen clit. His hand on my breast held tight, steadying me against him as my hips bucked into his touch. "I'm gonna cum," I gasped.

"Cum for me, babe." His fingers kept a steady tempo and a solid pressure as they rubbed hard against my clit, moving with me as I writhed, never losing contact or breaking rhythm. I threw my head back against his chest and gave in. I came so hard. The waves of pleasure rippled through me; my breath gasped out in time with the orgasmic contractions that throbbed in my pussy. I bore down hard against his hand and rode it out. With every throb I could feel my juices soaking out, covering his fingers, seeping into the fabric of my jeans. The orgasm felt like it lasted so much longer than my solo sessions at home.

When he felt my muscles relax and my body lose the tension, his touch on my clit slowed and stilled. He dragged his fingers again through the wetness between my pussy lips, a slow and gentle touch as I caught my breath and once again became able to stand unassisted.

Suddenly, there were voices up the hill behind us. Erik pulled his hands out of my clothes just as a family appeared and descended the stone steps to the lookout point. They were chattering away among each other, paying us no attention, but still I started to freak out a little. Here I was, my boobs braless beneath my low-cut shirt, my jeans damp between my legs, still flushed and incoherent as the last of the climax was still ebbing away from my exhausted and swollen pussy, and now I had to act natural in front of a wholesome tourist family?  Erik, as always, was the epitome of calm. He simply took my hand and pulled me toward the stairs, gave a friendly nod to the people as we passed, and led me back across the parking area.

"Oh my god, we were almost busted," I whispered, even though we were at the car and out of earshot by now. "They could have walked up seconds earlier and caught us, we would have been arrested, oh my god, our lives would have been over, oh my god."  Erik pulled me into him and kissed me, and my anxious babbling died away. Then he smoothed my hair and smiled. "It's fine. We're fine. You're amazing."

As flushed as I already was, I could feel my cheeks blush deeper with pleasure at his words. We got back in the car and headed back down the mountain roads, back to reality. I kept my bra off the whole way home.