That First Raw Fuck Under the Full Moon
One year later, and my pulse still races thinking about it. Backseat of the car, parked in that remote field near the chateau. Aurélie’s birthday bash loomed, but we needed this first. Laure knelt beside me, her black dress hiked up. She unzipped my pants, no words, no hesitation. Her soft lips wrapped around my cock, warm saliva coating me. Slow bobs, her long hair swaying. I breathed her scent, sweet and musky. My hand slid up her dress, fingers grazing bare ass cheeks, smooth and firm. No panties. Just those sheer black hold-ups hugging her thighs.
Heart hammering. This wasn’t our first fuck, but stepping out? Into the October chill under a full moon? That unknown twisted my gut. Excitement burned hotter than fear. She sucked deeper, tongue swirling, my hips bucking. But I craved more. Raw possession. I yanked her head up, cock popping free with a wet smack. Her eyes wide, lips glossy, confused. ‘Strip. Now. Keep the heels and stockings. Nothing else.’ Cold air nipped already, her nipples peaking as she peeled off the dress, bra. Naked but for those sexy sheer legs and stilettos. Fuck, she was stunning. Fear flickered in her eyes—curiosity won. Mine too. No turning back. We were doing this outside.
The Approach
She straddled me, grabbed my throbbing dick, sank down. Soaking wet, tight heat engulfing me. She rocked, grinding, my hands kneading her ass, pulling her harder. Claps of skin, her moans filling the car. But the moon called. Perfect light. ‘Outside.’ She protested the cold, but I shoved the door open, pulled her out. Goosebumps everywhere, breath fogging. Pushed her against the cool metal, face to face. Hooked her leg behind me, slammed in deep. She gasped, nails digging. Thrusts quickened, breaths mingling, tongues crashing. Her cries muffled in my mouth.
The Instant
Needed to see her. Pulled out—she whimpered, frustrated. Spun her around. Hands on the hood. Moonlight bathed her pale skin, contrasting glossy black nylons. Arched back, perfect ass offered, heels lifting her just right. Impossibly erotic. ‘Fuck me,’ she begged, voice desperate. I gripped her hips, plunged in. Full depth, balls slapping. Stroked her back, faster, harder. Her pussy clenched, juices trickling down her thigh. Heart pounding like a drum. She screamed, body shaking, cumming hard. That broke me. Buried deep, exploded inside her, gripping tight as spasms wracked us both.
Collapsed on her, panting. Cold snapped us back. Pulled out—our mixed cum dripped from her swollen lips. Grabbed her thong from the seat. ‘Wear it or go bare?’ She laughed, chose bare. Dressed quick, shivering. Walked into the party flushed, her scent on me. Some girl noticed Laure’s panty-less vibe, blushed hard. Routine scandal. But inside? Innocence shattered. That night marked us—risk, exposure, pure animal need. No more hiding. Adulthood hit, raw and thrilling. We’ll chase that high forever.
