Kissing Underneath Lamplight

Miri walked a few paces in front of Anders as they traversed the green belt. What had been a beautiful evening morphed into a spectacular night. Stars shone faintly beyond the reach of light pollution and faded trees. The temperature had fallen a few degrees, causing Miri to wear her leather jacket properly. Along the greenbelt, lamps shone light dappling around misty fog.

“Are you sure about this, Miri?” Anders asked when they were no longer in easy range of eavesdroppers.

“What? The public sex or the video-taping of said sex?” Miri smirked, turning around and walking a few backward steps as Anders caught up.

“Yea. Seems risky.”

The smile kinda fell a bit from Miri’s face, and she looked him in the eye. “I appreciate all you’ve done for me, but I have to do something to boost my profile. Unlike you, I have bills to pay, tuition fees still unpaid, and rent is due in like two weeks.” She paused and looked down for a moment. “But. This is going to be fun AND exciting. No Risk It, No Biscuit? I think the risk of exposure makes me hot. I was – am a gushing mess back on the bridge. Besides, you planned out the spot and nobody goes there. You told me it was safe.”

Anders was quiet for a moment, then he said, “Yea, the spot looks decent. But I told you last month, I can pay for you. Dad gives me a lot of money, and I want to help you. You mean-”

“Enough. I’m an independent person. I love you, and we’re about to have hot sex in public. Let’s not have this fight now.” Miri demanded. It was easy to forget that under her persona, she was a fighter. She had scraped and clawed for her opportunities. Nothing could keep her down. Softening her tone, she reached out and stroked Anders’ chin. “Look. It’s important I live my life with pride. I know you’re still coming to understand your needs and wants. I know I am, but here’s what I know. Sex with you is a beautiful thing; I don’t know how it is with other people, and I don’t really care to. You’re enough for me. Sex sells. People have been selling sex for millennia, and I have just as much right to that profit as anyone else. I don’t feel objectified by this work, not yet at least. It’s fun.”

“Yea. Ok, I.” Anders paused, his mind racing trying to keep up and his tongue failing to decipher what he really wanted to say. “I just want you to be happy.”

They both could tell more needed to be said, but the moment had come. Miriamelle walked over to the bench resting underneath a lamp. Anders had left a 360-degree thermal camera beneath the bench seven days ago, making sure nobody came by this spot.

“Ok, Miri. Let’s start off with some photo’s. Let’s go from innocent to naughty with, then without your top and bottom. And don’t take the clothes off, just roll them down, so it looks spontaneous. When you flash your pussy, make sure the camera gets good angles of your plug. Then keep your jacket on, but exposing your tits and suck me. I’ll proceed to eat you out as you lay down on the bench. Finally, I’ll rubber up, and we’ll fuck. Anywhere you want the cream?” Anders said slipping into professional mode. He didn’t look at Miri as he grabbed his phone and fiddled with the camera mode.

“How about you paint my face? Or I can swallow. I kinda wanna do that part in the moment, it turns me off to be too mechanical.” Miri responded, tapping her pointer against her painted lips. She repeated his instructions and they were both ready.

Miri took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she had the demeanor of some hungry predator. She stared down the camera lens like a lioness stalking a gazelle. Her mouth pointed into a sultry smile as she sucked on her finger. Almost unconsciously, she moved her hips and shoulders into different stretches, using her arms and legs to better accentuate her tight stomach and bodacious booty. Miriamelle’s tits strained against her crop-top when she stretched upward or teasingly pulled on the garment. Turning around, Miri squatted and pantomimed sucking cock. Anders maneuvered the camera into a better position, getting picture after picture of her back and side along the way. When he was in signal, he gave Miri a signal, and she started playing with her tits in earnest. She tugged and pulled through the crop-top until finally the poor cloth slipped over her nipples. Miri moaned in pleasure as she tugged on her nipples. Once more sucking on her fingers, she groped her tits and started working her other hand down her tight tummy.

She stood up and Anders got close enough to her jeans that the camera picked up the individual teeth on her zipper. Miri tugged the pants down slightly, revealing her landing strip hiding behind her black panties. The ebony brunette snapped it back and turned around and toyed with the camera as she slowly tugged down her jeans and panties, revealing her holes and butt-plug. She moaned when she bent over and exposed her holes to the camera. Miriamelle turned around again and laid backside down on the bench. Her legs extended straight into the air and Mir pulled her lower clothes further down her thick thighs. Her holes exposed once more, she reached around her leg and started masturbating her pussy.

Anders’ camera picked up the slick sounds of her wet pussy, “Schlick. Schlock. Sch lick. Ooooh, yeaaa. I’m so horny right now.”

When she approached her orgasm, Miri stopped and leaned up, motioning with her finger for Anders to approach. He did only after handing the phone to Miri, so she could film him eating her out.

Anders started at her left ankle, kissing the exposed skin. He picked up the other foot and repeated the kiss. He leaned down and kissed Miriamelle’s mouth, letting the camera pick up the wet sounds of tongue-sucking, lip biting, and passion. When Miri’s breath reached fever pitch, he backed off, kissing the side of her sweet-smelling neck. Anders gently nipped her throat as he inched down. He paused at her clavicle, pushing her leather jacket out of the way of his wandering hands as he slowly massaged her taut abdomen. Licking her down the swell of her breasts, he glided his hands teasingly up her luscious tits. Smiling lasciviously, Anders gripped her boobs, massaging them between his hands. He loved that his hands, large for a man, couldn’t fully cover Miri’s heavenly tits. As she moaned in pleasure, his mouth inched downward, licking a bead of sweat as it dripped between the hills on her chest. She shivered as he found a ticklish spot above her sternum.

“Please. Suck my titties.” Miri moaned, focusing on keeping the camera steady as she trembled beneath Anders’ skillful ministration.

Anders smiled and looked up, “As you wish, love.” He complied and licked a path over to her right breast. Swirling his tongue, he traced a circular route that ended on her cinnamon colored nipple. Already erect, he gently pulled it with his teeth, teasing the tip with his tongue. Miriamelle sighed and squirmed. Her core humped against Anders torso, seeking relief. Switching nipples, Anders repeated his ministration, this time massaging her right breast and nipple with his left hand while his right blazed a circuitous path slowly aimed toward her hot pussy.

Miriamelle caught Anders eyes with hers and bit her lower lip to keep another moan in. She mouthed, “Suck my clit. I’m close.”

Nodding his head in acknowledgment, Anders inched down her tight, trembling tummy until he reached her Mons. Anders nosed Miriamelle's brown landing strip and pushed her legs spreadeagled with gestures from his hands on her thighs. Retracing his movements from earlier, Anders teased Miriamelle.

“P-p-please. I’m… Goddamn! You! Why?!” Miriamelle moaned in pleasurable agony as Anders’ fingers and mouth crept inexorably to her steaming hot center. She leaked like a faucet, covering the bench beneath her tight but in pussy juice. Anders smiled at Miri and winked at the camera as she panted with the effort of holding the phone steady and herself under control.

When his tongue finally reached the top of her delicate labia majora, Anders moved aggressively, sucking on her clit and simultaneously sliding his left pointer and middle fingers into her sultry, velvety inner core.

Miriamelle gasped so hard, her entire body froze. Heart thudding desperately against her chest, she couldn’t even scream her rapture. Rapidly pumping his fingers in and out of her squelching pussy, Anders held on for dear life as Miri’s hips bucked up and down, humping his head as she sought pressure for her engorged clit. Miri’s face quickly turned a sharp shade of crimson as her blood pressure elevated. A moment before she passed out from oxygen deprivation, Miriamele released a loud, deep-seated, passionate scream. Cutting herself off, Miri gasped in air.

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Yea, fuck that slutty pussy. Oh! Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes! Yes! Yeeess!” Miri whooped, screamed, and moaned as she entered a multi-orgasmic state. Poor Anders held onto dear life, sucking her luscious clit and finger-banging her perfect pussy. Preempting his fingers from getting tired, he switched up and started scissoring his fingers, pushing against her cunt until he found that rough patch called the G-spot. Briefly wrestling her squirming but back down to the bench, Anders turned his wrist upside down and curled his fingers against her G-Spot, extending her orgasmic high.

Giggling, Miri handed the phone back to Anders. After catching her breath, Miri smiled and fondled her tits, murmuring, “Mmn. Thank you, baby. That. Was. Soo Good!” She cupped Anders’ chin and gently guided him up her body. They kissed tenderly, both lustily smiling.

“Can I suck your cock? You made me feel so good. Please?” Miri pouted, biting her lower lip and looking Anders’ in the eye. He nodded and she gently pushed him off. Now standing, Anders refocused the camera as Miri explored his body with her delicate hands. Sinfully smiling, Miriamelle traced the outline of Anders’ dick. She licked his khaki’s before pulling away and coquettishly giggling. Regaining her composure, Miri unzipped his pants and pulled his throbbing erect cock. Though Miri dearly loved Anders’ penis, it wasn’t the largest she had seen. Those belonged in porn. She had measured it at 6 in. long and around 4 in. wide.

Miri kissed his tip, gripping his thighs through the khaki’s. She made a show of tonguing the Glans for the camera before stroking his length. One-two. One-two-three. She alternated her hand rhythm while she played with his pink tip. Boring a hole through the camera lens, Miri suddenly swallowed the whole of Anders’ aching cock, nestling her nose in into his pants button. She held that pose for a count of thirty before throwing her head back and gasping for air.

“You taste so good, love.” Miri intimated between gasps. When she caught her breath, she started sucking his cock in earnest. Up-Down. Up-down-up. Up-Down-Hold.

Swirl the tongue around the tip. Suck him into her throat. Then hold that position until he throbbed. The pattern continued until she felt him tap on her head. With another gasp, she released the cock and kissed the soft spot where balls met cock.

Miri winked at the camera and pulled a condom out of her jacket pocket. “Please fuck my wet hot pussy.” She begged, eyes misting slightly. Whether that was acting, the result of the face-fucking she had just given herself, or honest horniness, none could tell for certain.

Showing in great detail the process of unwrapping the condom and rolling it onto Anders’ figure had two planned results. First, it allowed Anders’ to cool down, so he could last long enough to properly fuck her. Second, Miri thought it was hot watching women put protection on their man.

Protection on, Anders’ guided Miri back down on the bench. He gripped her throat while pushing her knees out of the way. Ever the astute camera-man, he showed her weeping pussy and plugged asshole and ran his finger along her moist perineum. With a slap of his hand on her tight bubble-but, he nudged her folds with his cock. Teasing her.

Miri whimpered with anticipation as he worked his dick into her velvety pussy, an inch at a time. She was tight, gripping his cock along her tunnel with ****. Anders moaned at the undescribable sensation. The camera zoomed in on Miriamelle’s face as she squeezed her eyes, “Yes. You hit my G so well, baby.”

Anders stayed quiet, understanding his role was a silent one. His pace was staccato, too much stimulation, and he would blow his load before it was time. Reaching up, he tweaked her nipple, eliciting a squeal of pleasure from the caramel-shaded beauty beneath him. Miriamelle gripped his wrist with both hands, massaging it as she was pounded into the bench. Panning the camera down, Anders thrust forward, impacting his cock balls deep into her sopping pussy. Miri emitted a pleasured squeal.

“Yes, baby. Fuck that slutty pussy like it’s yours!” Miri encouraged, locking eyes with the camera. Her whole body trembled in arousal at the dicking she was receiving. Anders bottomed out in her pussy and swirled his hips, bringing Miri up, so he could squeeze her magnificent tits. Miri ground her tight pussy into his hips, pushing his cock as far in as possible.

Anders leaned back on his haunches, pulling his dick out of her delectably perfect pussy with a moist pop. Grabbing her heel, he spun Miriamelle around and standing her up. Miri leaned over the bench, once more exposing her holes to Anders’ camera. She looked back at the camera, eyes’ watering, and screamed as Anders’ rammed his throbbing cock into her tight mocha pussy. Anders pounded mercilessly into her tight hole.

Miri looked around her surroundings, seeking something to distract her momentarily, so she could edge herself. For a moment, her gaze lingered on the river before a pussy-spasm jolted her head forward. Focusing on the trees on the other side of the green-belt, Miri spotted something strange. Fighting her hotly aroused body, she struggled to make sense of what she saw.