Page 474 of S is for SEX

I felt like Jesus crucified on the cross, my arms stretched out to my sides.

“Well, for the sake of fuck,” he complained as he looked around the roof.

“What?” I asked as I looked over my shoulder.

“Well, I used all of my Christmas lights. I don’t have anything for your legs. I can’t tie your legs,” he said in a very serious tone.

“Uhhmm, I can’t go anywhere. A tornado couldn’t blow me off of here,” I said.

Our home was a few miles from the small airport outside of Benton. The airfield, originally, was used by local farmers. In recent years, from what Erik said, they refurbished it. People had built expensive homes along the taxiway, most of which had an aircraft hangar attached. The short length of the runway limited the size of aircraft that could land and take off, but there were always small aircraft flying in and out.

We were a few miles from the airport, and a few miles from the city limit of Wichita. Technically, we lived in the suburbs, but we didn’t have any immediate neighbors. Our home did face the narrow two lane road that connected the airport to Wichita.

Erik reached in front of me and unbuttoned my jeans. He pulled them down to my ankles and removed my shoes. I watched as he set my shoes aside and folded my jeans and set them on top of the shoes. As he knelt behind me, he kissed my inner thighs.

He pressed his head between my legs and began to lick my pussy. As he licked, his finger slid in and out of my wetness. As he began to rub my clit with his fingertip, I felt my legs begin to shake.

Something about being tied to the roof was extremely exciting.

His finger slid in and out as he licked my pussy from the rear. I bent my knees and pressed my ass further into his face. He forced his tongue deeper and fingered me faster. I bit my bottom lip. His tongue fucked me deeper and faster. His finger tickled my clit. I bit my lip harder. And he began to moan as he licked me.

Oh God.

And.

I came.

I heard a vehicle, opened my eyes, and looked at the window. I watched as the reflection of a truck drove by. I wondered what anyone that drove by might think. I guess considering that Erik and I lived here, maybe people would get used to things like this.

He continued to suck my clit and lick my pussy. I wiggled, feeling sensitive from the orgasm.

I pulled on the chords.

I wasn’t going anywhere. I swiveled my hips and felt my wet pussy against his face when I did.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I laughed.

He stood up.

“Excuse me?” he said sharply as he put his hand on my neck.

Oh yes.

Please.

Squeeze it.

“Nothing sir,” I responded as I stared at the shingles of the roof.

I heard his belt unbuckle. I looked down to my left as his pants hit the tops of his boots. I pulled on the chords again.

Shit.

“You want to escape me, baby girl?” he growled into my right ear.

“No sir,” I squeaked.

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