Fucking you in the Singapore botanical garden

We’re in a cab from the hotel.  There’s a place that I want to share with you – the Singapore botanical garden.  I visited it a few years ago, and given your love for sex in gardens, it seems a perfect spot for us. 

As the cab makes its way through the quieting streets, my excitement is building. Your wearing a denim skirt, a grey tank top and flipflops. I can’t wait to be between your legs. You’re looking out the window, watching the city pass by. My hand is on your thigh, caressing it lightly.

The taxi stops and I pay the fare. We step onto the sidewalk. The air is hot and close. We hold hands and walk into the garden. We go in at the Nassim gate and stop at the visitor center for a map. The garden is giant with all different paths and plantings. We walk out, our bodies close, to explore.

I warn you that we’re not in Italy and that we’ll have to be very discreet is we don’t want to face serious trouble. “If we’re caught,” I say, “it’s quite likely we’ll end up in prison.” You glance at me and smile. “We won’t get caught,” you say, “we’ll just have to be quick.” You take my hand and pull me along at a jog.

We walk along Upper Palm Valley Road, along the rainforest, to the Ginger garden. Along the way we stop to kiss. I love feeling your breath on me and stroking your hair with our mouths together. We arrive in the Ginger garden and explore its waterfall. We walk through the cave behind the water and look out into the park.

I lean against the stone wall. You lean against me. My arms are around you and I reach up for your tits, squeezing them through your light shirt. I roll you nipples between my fingers. I can feel them getting harder. You grind your ass into me and can feel me getting harder as well.

I drop my hands to your hips and pull you against me. You turn your head and we kiss like this. I want to cum like this, right now – but we hear the voices of people entering the cave. You stand a respectable distance from me. My pants are bulging as a gaggle of Chinese tourists walk into the cave. We walk out.

“That looks uncomfortable,” you say, eyeing my crotch. “Yeah, it is kind of,” I tell you, “but I’m sure we can fix that.” You give it a playful rub. “Yes,” you say, “I think we can arrange that.” Every time we think we’ve found a place to fuck, someone walks onto the scene. It’s starting to drive us crazy. “I hate all these interruptions,” you tell me. I totally agree.

We find a secluded bench and sit. “Poor Nuri,” you say, “with a big hard on and no place to put it. I’m ready too – really ready.” To show me, you reach up your skirt and rub yourself. You curl your finger around your panties and into your pussy. You bite your lower lip and smile at me. When you pull your hand out, your fingers are glistening wet. “See?,” you say.

You bring your fingers to my mouth and wipe them on my lips. I love the way you taste. My tongue is on your fingers – licking the length of them and between them. I suck the wet off you. You lean toward me and we kiss again. Your tongue is in my mouth and mine in yours.

A park employee walks by and at tsks us. “Not so much kissing,” she tells us as she passes. We sit a bit apart now. My arm is around you. My cock is absolutely throbbing.  I can still taste your pussy on my lips. You lean your head into mine. “Nuri, I need to have you in me really badly,” you say. I tell you I understand and we get up once again.

We stop at a bathroom and you run in. You’re out in seconds. “I took off my panties,” you tell me. “That will make it easier.” I tell you it’s good thinking. We make our way to the narrow trail through the rain forrest. It’s very quiet in here and we haven’t seen anyone in a few minutes. We both look around and decide that this may be our best shot.

You reach out and put your hands on the trunk of a tree. I stand behind you. “You look that way,” I say, “and I’ll look this way.” I pull up the back of your skirt. Your ass and pussy look so fucking good. I can’t wait to get in there. I stroke between your legs with my hand as I unzip my pants. Just getting my dick out is a relief – but it’s nothing compared to the relief of sliding in to you.

I groan. You push against me. You moan. We fuck. It’s quick. Both of us are on the lookout for anyone coming. I cum. Just in time too – we hear voices. I pull out, put in and zip up. You smooth down the back of your skirt. Your face is a little flush. You laugh nervously as we begin walking up the trail toward the voices. It’s another group of Chinese tourists. I can see my cum dribbling down the inside of your left thigh.

As we walk through the garden, it continues to run down your leg until it reaches your foot. Your flipflop is wet with it by the time we reach the taxi stand at the visitor’s center. We get into a cab and give the driver the address. You trace the path of my cum from your foot to your pussy with your finger, wiping up the little that remains. You open your mouth wide and stick your fingers in – making a big show for me of cleaning them off. You make me laugh.

I lean over and kiss you, rubbing your thighs. The driver is watching us in his mirror. We separate a bit but still hold hands. We stop at the hotel and get out. We make our way to the bar at the pool and grab a drink together. “That was fun Nuri,” you say, sipping your cocktail. “Fun,” I agree, “but not very relaxing.” We have a laugh and a kiss and smoke and sit and enjoy our drinks and each others company.

One hour for sex

You and I write to each other, telling each other all the things we want to do together.  We’ve wanted each other for so long.  We meet.  We make awkward small talk – wanting to touch, to kiss, to suck, to fuck – but we don’t have the time.  We have lunch and we kiss.  As I touch you, the blood surges to my dick.  I want you.

Lunch is over. You have to go to work. I have a meeting. We step out onto the street to hail a cab. We stand and smoke and wait. I look at you and can only think about fucking you, kissing your pussy, having you suck my cock. I don’t know what you’re thinking but I hope you’re thinking the same thing.

We’re in the cab. We’re riding back to your office. I can’t take my eyes off you – your face, you legs, your tits. I want them all; but every minute we drive is a minute closer to having to say goodbye. You lean against me. Your body feels good. Feeling you against me is too much. My hand is on your thigh, rubbing toward your hip. We kiss. We have to be together – there’s no way for us not to be at this point.

“I have to have you Ruby,” I kiss into your ear. You squeeze my cock and I know you feel the same way. The taxi is only a few blocks from your office. I rub your left breast through your shirt. You push yourself against my hand. “Oh my god Nuri,” you say, “we need to go somewhere. Fuck my job, I can be late.” I look at my phone. There’s more than an hour before my meeting. I look at you. I want you. I kiss you.

We tell the driver to pull into the underground car park at your office. I give him $50 to leave us alone for an hour. He can keep the keys. He begins to protest. I give him another $50. He looks at us, looks at the money and smiles. He finds a secluded section of the lot and parks the car. “Get going,” I tell him, and he heads toward the elevators. We are alone. The setting may be inelegant but at this point it doesn’t matter. We need to be together.

60 minutes. Our mouths are together in a flash. Neither of us can keep our mouths still as we find ways to press them tighter and closer together. Our tongues are everywhere. Your mouth is sweet and wonderful. It’s warm and unknown and I can’t get enough of it. But the time . . .

55 minutes. My hands are on your tits. Squeezing them though your blouse. You pull your shirt up so I can get my mouth onto them. I move my mouth from one nipple to the other – feeling them stiffen. Their texture and temperature and taste are everything to me right now. You’re kissing my head as I suck at you. My hand is moving up your skirt. I can feel how smooth and soft and warm you are. I can’t wait to have you.

45 minutes. Your shoes are off and you are rubbing my leg with your bare foot. We’ve talked so often about this happening that my head is spinning now that it is. My right hand is touching your panties. You are undoing my belt and pants and reaching in to pull me out. In a flash, your red lips are wrapped around my dick, sliding up and down me – licking my balls, my shaft, my head and the tip. I can’t tell you how fucking good this feels.

37 minutes. We are rushing and fumbling and aching to be together. “I love you kissing me,” I say, “but let me eat you too.” We struggle to position ourselves in the back seat. I am laying on the seat, my knees bent, my pants down. Your mouth is on me. I grab your ass and hoist you onto my face. I pull your panties to the side. Your pussy is pink and wet over my face. I pull you against my face. You begin grinding yourself into me. This is heaven.

30 minutes. Your ass is moving up and down on my mouth. Your pussy is salty and so wet – with you and with my saliva. I can’t get enough of you. My right arm is wrapped around your hips, moving you on me. My fingers are inside you, stroking you will I lick and kiss and suck your clit. Your mouth is moving on me in ways I can’t even begin to describe. I can feel your hands on my balls, stroking and squeezing. I could do this forever – but time is running short.

22 minutes. I can feel your excitement building. Your thighs are tight on my head and you are flicking your cunt on my face. I am craning my neck to get my mouth tighter against you, to press and rub my tongue on your clit. My face – my mouth and cheeks and chin – are sopping wet from your pussy – my mouth gets wave after wave of your wet. I can feel you tremble – rub, go tight and stop – again and again. I can hear you moaning with my dick in your mouth. We fuck each other’s mouths for ages. But we don’t have ages.

13 minutes. You’re grinding your pussy on my face wildly. My face aches from the pressure of you on me but I love it. The noises you’re making are choked by my cock. They’re a mix of moans and gasps and gags. Suddenly yo stop sucking and just move your hips. Rubbing then freezing, rubbing then freezing. You’re cuming on my face. I can’t breathe. Your pussy and ass and sealed against my face.

Six minutes. You bounce off my face and turn around – straddling me. Your rubbing your pussy – cuming. You have my dick in your hand and are rubbing it along your pussy – not quite putting it inside you yet. Your body is quivering. Your breath comes in fits and small bursts. Your eyes are closed. I reach for your hips and pull you down onto me. Your pussy spreads and my dick slides into you. You push down onto me and I am completely inside you. You sigh, smile and continue to rub yourself.

Three minutes. I pull you down toward me. Your breast hang above me face and I am licking and kissing them, brushing them with my beard. You are pulling me with your pussy, I can feel your muscles contracting around me. My hands are around your ass pushing you against me. We grind together. You lean your face to mine and we kiss again. Both breathing hard and heavy. I cum. I cum deep inside you. I can feel you clenching me. I cum for ages it seems. But time is almost up.

One minute. You slide off me – cum seems out of you. You wipe it off the inside of your thigh with your panties and pull your shirt down. I pull up my pants. We sort our selves out as best we can in the cramped back seat of the cab. We get out and both light cigarettes. We are holding hands – not talking. The door to the stairwell swings open and the cabby appears. He seems surprised to see us just standing there smoking.

“I’m going to have hell to pay when I get upstairs,” you say. “Me too,” I say, “I was supposed to be somewhere a while ago.” “Do you wish we hadn’t done that?,” you ask, glancing at the taxi. “Are you kidding,” I say, “that was the best.” You smile. I tell you I need to go. We kiss again – long and sweet. I watch you walk to the stairs and give the driver the address I need to go to. We pull out onto the street. I can smell our sex in the cab and all my thoughts are of you.