Our first time in the locker rooms was an unforgettable experience. She undressed slowly, as I sat on the bench, already naked, holding my dick. She s...ipped her skirt down, and kicked it aside. Her pink panties were a little wet, I could see. She took off her shirt, tossing it aside, followed by her bra. Now, slowly pulling down the side of her panties, she smiled. She had this look in her eyes, so playfull. She dropped them, and walked over to me. She threw her leg over my lap, bringing it. She rubbed wetly across my clit and I let out a deep breath. “Ohhhh, that feels so goodddd…” I whispered. I couldn't believe we hadn't tried this before.“I wanna make you cum. Tell me how to touch you.” she whispered, her hot breath against my neck as she began to kiss me and rub my clit gently and quickly. "Just like that," I said. "And I like it inside every now and then." As I said this she dipped into me with her finger. "Ahh!" I clutched at her shoulders, pulling her harder into me. Her. The folks weren't due home for hours. I wanted to fuck and suck him til we couldn't move anymore!We found a run down warehouse with a secluded area at the base of the tracks. It would be perfect. We settled and started to get in make out mode! Well I think we both decided that making out didn't have any rules and soon I was sucking his tongue and he was mouth fucking me. I reached down to feel his cock through the denim. This was the first time my knees ever almost gave out. I wanted him badly.. I gasped, feeling its heavy weight fill me, squeezing its cold, slippery surface, pulling it into me, my senses focusing on the pleasure that my favorite toy gave me.I felt her get up, leave the room, and I was forced to wait again.My mind wanders as I wait, tied to the bed. My brain tries to center itself on the dense smooth metal in my ass, but even that can’t keep me focused on much other than when you will return. I want to touch myself—to run my fingertips through my sex—but I can’t..