Get dressed as quick as possible

***** Please note - parts of this were written by BosomBuddies and edited to fit this storyline

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RIA

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We scrambled to find our clothes, pulling enough on to cover ourselves before we saw the silhouette of a man approach the car and knock on the window. Apparently a police car was patrolling by and saw our car in the lot, running. He felt bad we might be trapped in there in the dead of night Christmas Eve and came to let us out.

"I know the code to the padlock," he told us. "Small town." For a few minutes he chatted with us about the owner of the lot then went on a few tangents about other inhabitants of the town, clearly oblivious to what we were doing in the car - despite our disheveled look, the fog on the windows, and the clear scent of sex that was no doubt pouring out of the open passenger side window - or so we thought.

"Anyway, you're lucky I was in the area. Some kids broke into the ice skating rink. Picked the lock and everything, smashed a bit of a hole in the boards. Otherwise I wouldn't have seen your car."

Connor and I bit our lips and looked around awkwardly, trying to suppress laughter.

"Well get home safe now," the cop said, patting the passenger-side door. "There's a storm coming tomorrow so, whatever you're doing..." he looked at the back seat where the seats were still pushed down and the blankets were strewn around. "Maybe do it inside."

I looked at Connor as I rolled the window up, an embarrassed smile covering my face.

"And Merry Christmas!" We heard the cop shout as the window rolled all the way up. We both burst out laughing as Connor shifted the car into drive.

When we pulled up to the cabin, we were so distracted by the whirlwind of the previous events that we didn't even notice Shane's car wasn't there. We barely made it inside before we started attacking one another. I yanked off my shirt and jacket-threw them to the floor-and jumped into Connor's arms, completely topless as I'd not had time to put my underwear back on.

Our lips and bodies mashed together.

"Mmm! Upstairs! Now!" I growled.

Carrying me like I weighed nothing, my muscular lover raced up the staircase, ran into the guest bedroom, and threw me aggressively onto the king size mattress.

"So what, do we have? All night?" he asked, looking me up and down. A hunger grew in his eyes as I slid my jeans down and kicked them off to the floor.

"All night, baby," I answered. I leaned back and spread my legs for him. Connor undid the button to his jeans then unzipped his fly. I bit my lip as the head of his cock came into view then more and more of his shaft was revealed as the zipper traveled further south. With one final tug, his pants slipped down and his dick slipped free. He was maybe half hard but the freedom from his jeans and the sight of me waiting, glistening, inaudibly begging for him made him visibly twitch and grow.

Connor stepped out of his pants and approached the bed. As he did, I began to rub myself. A little whimper escaped my lips as I found my clit.

"No, no, no," Connor said, climbing onto the bed and crawling between my legs. He lowered his face toward my pussy. "I want that first," he said. "You'll have yours...later."

I was going to say something. I was going to protest that it was only fair, but my words were caught in my throat. Connor had run his tongue over my entrance and his hands had reached under my hips to squeeze my ass. I was at his mercy.

I groaned and squirmed, tugging at his hair, pulling his face into me. This already felt much different than the first time - where I had to fight the clock and draw out our foreplay until midnight and the cramped space left us no choice but to fuck as hard and quick as we could. This time, as much as I enjoyed the feeling of his lips and tongue exploring my pussy, I desperately wanted to fill myself with his cock again, to sprawl out all over the bed in every position, to bounce freely up and down on that incredible erection of his.

"Okay, okay, I'm ready!" I squeaked. "Fuck me! Please fuck me!"

Connor pulled his head away and looked up at me, smirking. "But, Ria...I just started."

"I don't care," I said, my chest heaving.

He laughed and moved forward, climbing up my body. He held his cock in his hand and rubbed it against me, teasing me.

"Ok, fine, I'll do it myself." I shoved Connor over onto his back and straddled his hips. I was soaking wet, ready as I'll ever be as I lowered myself back down his full shaft.

"Oh, god, Connor, this feels amazing," I breathed, luxuriating in the feeling of him filling me up once again. I leaned forward, putting my hands on his chest. I squeezed my legs and began to slide up and down. Connor's face was full of bliss, and when I closed my eyes and leaned back, he took hold of my hips and bounced me.

"Oooh, yeah," he sighed. I felt my tits bouncing and a wave of ecstacy overtook me.

"This feels...so...good!" I panted. I looked down and met his gaze. His expression was almost predatory, and the intensity in his eyes made my body tremble. He began to move faster, slamming me down on his cock harder and harder. I used my legs to really get into it, thrusting upward until just the tip of his cock was splitting the folds of my pussy then slammed back down, taking pleasure in the freedom I had in not worrying about smashing my head into the roof of an SUV. My hands went to my hair, pulling eratically at dark tufts as my hair whipped around. I was sweating. It was almost too good, and when I realized how close I was getting, I couldn't hold back.

Somehow in all the panting and moaning and letting each other know just how close we were getting, we heard the front door open.

Connor froze at the sound, and he and I both realized that, in our mad scramble to get our clothes off, we'd left the bedroom door wide open. I heard the murmur of Shane and Tracy's voices, coming up the stairs...

"Do you want them to see us?" Connor asked.