1. Dirty Little Secrets 5: Evaporating Inhibitions


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    as I can in the confined space. To my delight, Mark doesn’t ask if he may. His hand is suddenly there, his fingers discovering that once again I’m wearing crotchless panties. “Catherine,” he says. “You’re amazing.” He says that a lot, but I like the way he says it. As his fingers attempt to open me up, I clamp my legs together. “Just keep your hand there,” I tell him. “I have an idea for my performance. I don’t know if it’s feasible, but I want to be good and ready if it is.” Mark just stares at me. This has taken him by surprise. But just as I know my wonderful young lover will, he does as I say. It’s a 20 minute drive out of town, and if I wasn’t turned on enough before he got in the car, the feel of his hand between my thighs, rubbing up against my labia is more than enough to turn me into the sex maniac I’m coming to resemble more and more. By the time we reach our destination, I’m so turned on I’m afraid my legs are going to buckle under me the moment I try to stand up. As I hinted to Mark, I don’t know if my plan is workable, but if it isn’t, I’m afraid I’ll do something silly anyway. As it happens, all is well. We’re on a look-out point set above the town. There’s a bit of dirt for cars to park on, and a few benches for people to sit on and take in the view. I’ve heard tell that of an evening all kinds of things go on up here, but I’ve never been here myself after dark. When we arrive there’s only one other car parked up, and the owner is nowhere to be seen. “Now ...
    what’s a nice lady like you doing taking me to a place like this?” Mark says with a cheeky grin. So he’s heard the rumours too. “You’ll see,” I say, taking his arm and moving it away from me. I reach in the back for my bag and the tripod that’s lying on the back seat. Mark gets out when I do, following me round to the front of the bench I’ve parked directly behind. I have a camcorder in my bag, which I hand him, along with the tripod. “Set this up, please, Mark,” I say. “Make sure you get all of me in the shot, but don’t start the recording.” “Are you sure about this?” Mark says. “Isn’t it a bit risky?” I pretend to think about this. “Yes,” I say. “But I have my reasons. Anyway, I’m sure you’ll be a magnificent lookout as long as you don’t end up on film.” Mark nods, and sets the camcorder up as requested while I sit on the bench. I’m glad he doesn’t voice any more reservations. I do have my reasons, but I don’t want to discuss them with him. What I really want is to get today’s performance out of the way, so that we can go home and I can sit on his face before I get him to fuck me extremely hard. Oh dear, I am being very blunt and direct, aren’t I? Well, this is what all these shenanigans have brought me to. I no longer have much, if any control over my desires. It feels like every second of every day, I’m driven by ever-present urges. If I’m being blunt and direct, that’s simply because I’m losing my inhibitions at an alarming rate. “Camera set,” Mark says at last. He backs ...