MR Day 11 - Shelter

Safe in the shack, you feel better… but now you and Michelle are all wet and this is just ridiculous. But before you can even say anything, Michelle is pulling off her soaked t-shirt. You step back and stare at her as she hangs it up, then pops her bra and takes that off too.

You’re like a statue as she strips. Like, you understand, but was she going to say something?

“We’re just getting naked?” you ask.

“I’m not sitting around in wet clothes in one hundred percent humidity and stuff,” Michelle says, not sounding concerned. She gives you a look. “You’ve seen me naked.”

You have. And you like it.

“OK,” you say. Now she’s watching you as you take off your wet clothes.

“I didn’t come here to be horny. I came here to make sure you’re OK,” she says as you approach her. She sits on the cot in the shack, which squeaks. You sit beside her.

“Me, horny?” you say innocently. “Aren’t you the horny one?” You reach over toward her boobs, where her nips are obviously hard. She slaps your hand away and gives you an embarrassed look.

You love that look. She probably wants to say something, but you just lean over and kiss her. She must’ve known that things might go here, because she doesn’t seem surprised. You’ve wanted her so bad. She kisses you back.

You can’t keep your hands off her soft, plump, perfect body. You fondle her damp, heavy breasts as you kiss her, getting more and more turned on. You just missed her so much. You squeeze them, kissing her harder. She groans and puts her arms around you. Of course you’re totally hard, feeling an urgent tingling from your groin as your tongue dances with hers.

You finally pull away, pushing her hair back from her face and looking at her needily.

She gets off the bed and kneels in front of you, parting your legs and grabbing your hard cock. She strokes it, looking up at you.

“Oh my God,” you gasp, returning her gaze. It’s so good. Your toes curl and you spread your legs wider.

“Win or lose, you’re still you,” she says with a smile.

“Mmm…” you moan pitifully. “Coach.”

“Don’t ‘coach’ me. I’m not your coach anymore.”

She’s teasing you. “Ah!” you cry as she squeezes with her hand. You reach out and grab her head, but she just keeps slowly stroking. You pull, and she obligingly moves her head closer, then opens her mouth. You shudder as she envelops the head and sucks lightly. She licks and slurps a little, making you want to scream, but you better not… so you whimper instead, your bare ass wiggling on the cot as she teases you with her mouth.

Michelle pulls out and looks up at you, tugging on your cock again rhythmically.

“You missed me,” she says.

“Yes,” you gasp.

She opens her mouth and strokes faster and harder suddenly. You arch your back and grab the edge of the cot, breathing fast and concentrating. Your belly tightens up and your feet kick.

“Ugh! Ah,” you grunt, hips jerking up. Sticky globs shoot over Michelle’s face and into her open mouth. She pulls until the last of it dribbles out onto her swinging breasts.

She keeps squeezing and pulling on your softening cock as you wheeze.

“Come on,” she says. “It’s my turn.”

Dizzily, you look at her cute face, absolutely covered in your jizz. You have got to be dreaming.