Rooms

Henri and I have a thing about sex in other people's homes. Before we were married, we strove to have sex in any and every location. We dimly tried not to get caught, or be seen. Well, actually we wanted to be seen, just not caught. By the time we made a year together, we'd had sex in two parks, a hospital, a museum, oral on a city bus, hallway, two cars, and other people's apartment. Pretty tame I think. Anyway, my older sister separated from her husband of 10 years, and was moving into an apartment of her own with her kids. Before the official move, she wanted some small work done. While at the new home, my sister and my parents had to go to the hardware store to pick up some supplies, and left Henri and I to finish up some minor clean up. We began exploring the place and playing a game of hide and seek, running in and out of the rooms. Every time Henri found me, I would kiss him, bite him, touch him. Until I found myself cornered in the bathroom, he between me and the door.

"No more hiding for you," he said. He closed the bathroom door behind him and locked it.

"But I'm not ready to be found yet," I said, with a giggle and a bounce. He loved it when I bounced. D cups jiggle very nicely in tight shirts. So nice in fact, he put his hand, rough and weathered, underneath my shirt, bypassed my bra, and began pinching my nipple. He turned me around, back pressed against his hard cock, and began kissing my neck. With both his hands now occupied on my breasts, I began to breathe heavy, working my hips and ass against his body, stroking his dick, moaning his name. The grinding caused my pants to slide down until they fell at my ankles. He fingered my pussy a bit before he bent me over the toilet and began fucking me. As good as he felt inside of me, I wasn't comfortable in the bathroom, so before he could stop me I swerved behind him, unlocked the bathroom door and ran across the hall to what was to be my nephew's room.

Just give me a room and I'll have sex in it.

Once there I attempted to hide in the closet. I wanted him to fight. But he rushed in behind me, and before I could close the door, he threw me against the wall, pinned my wrists above my head with his left hand, and began fingering me with his right. Like a rapid I began to flow, steady and fast. I craved him inside of me, hard and fast.

"Give it to me, please!" I said, my voice cracking when his finger slipped inside.

"You wanted to play games, so I'm playing with you," he whispered in my ear. I couldn't and wouldn't let him win this. I shoved his hand away from me, dropped down to my knees and went to work, shoving his cock until it touched the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair and held on for balance when his knees buckled as I choked and moaned simultaneously. I sucked for a few minutes, licking and teasing, before I decided to run from him again, into another empty room. This room had front facing windows, which had no blinds nor curtains. It was a beautiful sunny day out, and people were parked right outside, talking to each other. Henri came into the room, his dick shiny and wet with my spit, and as he approached me, I laughed and stuck my head out the window. The people outside looked up at me, possibly wondering who I was, when Henri slipped his rock hard cock inside me, thrusting long and deep. He fondled my tits and my pussy juice began leaking down my inner thigh, moans escaping my lips, the people below staring, not knowing what was going on. He slapped my ass, and when he did, my pussy tightened around his head, causing me to win this game, fair and square.

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