Fucking Rocks!The heat of the city had been getting me down for weeks so when Max invited me to come and spend a weekend with him in his caravan on the coast, I leapt at the chance. I'd known Max for years. Our parents had been friends so we'd practically grown up together and I'd never really thought of him as anything other than... well, Max! The boy who used to pinch me and make me cry and who later used to lend me his shoulder when I needed to cry. Max picked me up after work on Friday evening and we drove down, breaking the journey only once, and then just for a few minutes while Max took a leak. By the time we reached the caravan, it was getting late and we were both exhausted. Hardly able to stay awake, we headed for our separate bedrooms and while I can't speak for Max, I was asleep pretty much as soon as my head hit the pillow. The next morning I woke early and wearing just a t-shirt and white cotton panties, I went out to the kitchen and boiled a kettle for tea. Until I've had that first cup, there's no point even trying to communicate with me because I'm really not awake. "Have you go one of those for me?" Max asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he sat down at the down. "I heard you get up and figured you'd be making a brew." "Sure," I replied, stretching up to the top shelf of the cupboard for another mug, not realising quite how much of a view he was getting. "Nice arse," he commented, as though it was the most natural thing on earth to say. I turned and looked at him quizzically. "Why are you looking at my arse?" "Why not? I've always thought you had a good body ever since you first sprouted tits." I tried to act as though what he'd just said had no affect on me but I could feel my face turning pink as the heat of embarrassment spread through my skin. Was the really the Max I'd thought I knew so well? "You're not too bad yourself," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "But don't go getting big headed over it." "It's not the head on my shoulders that you should be worrying about." I stared at him for a few moments before I realised what he meant and couldn't stop myself from looking down. Oh my God! He had the biggest bulge in his jockey's that I'd ever seen, and he was obviously happy to have me see it. It was then I started seeing Max in a different light. He was no longer the geeky kid I used to play computer games with - he was a handsome man with an athletic body and smooth, tanned skin. I could see that the weekend could well turn out to be far more interesting than I'd imagined. After finishing off my tea and having a quick shower, I went back to my bedroom and thought about what to wear. I'd already decided to spend the day at the beach so my pink bikini and short white cheesecloth coverall would do the trick. What's more, it was sexy enough to tempt Max with! And tempt him it did. We spent the whole day teasing each other but without mentioning the possibility of sex. He smothered me in sun block and started at my tits as he massaged the cream into my skin, watching as my nipples grew hard. They weren't the only hard body parts on the beach, though. His cock was positively struggling to escape his trunks! It's little wonder I spent a lot of time fantasising about what it would look like, how it would feel in my hand, what it would taste like and... well, I couldn't even think about how it'd be to have him fuck me or I'd have risked cumming right there on the beach! When we got back to the caravan Max made us dinner and we sat outside in the warm evening air, lit some candles and relaxed to the sound of blues music coming from a caravan further down the hill. "So when are we going to stop teasing each other and get on with doing what we've wanted to do all day?" Max asked. He'd never been a man who minced words. "That's for you to find out," I said, sending him a coquettish smile as I slung one leg over the arm of the chair. Max's eyes widened. He hadn't known I'd removed my bikini and was wearing nothing beneath my coverall. What he could now see was my freshly shaven pussy, wet and gleaming in the soft glow of the candlelight. I could tell by the lump in his shorts that his cock had reacted instantly. "Want some?" I asked, sliding a finger up and down the inside of my thigh. He responded by dropping to his knees in front of me and following the path of my finger with his tongue. Teasing both him and myself, I stopped just before I reached my pussy and etched a path back down... almost to my knee... then moved to the other thigh and etched a new path back up to the top... right to the top... up past my pussy and across the top of my pelvic bone... oh God I was horny! I knew he could smell me, that he'd want to taste my juice but I needed to tease him. I was getting off on the control. When I finally let my finger wander down the length of my slit, he was quick to follow. His tongue gently lapped up my juice as it slid back and forth along my puffy lips before delving inside me, probing my cunt like a miniature cock. I knew that I'd cum if I let him continue but I wanted my first orgasm with him to be with his cock inside me. I pushed his head away and slid off the chair and down onto the grass beside him. He'd already unzipped his shorts and given his rock hard rod the freedom it had wanted, so wrapping my fingers around it, I slowly began to wank him while I manoeuvred myself into position on top of him. As I sank down onto him I was in heaven. His cock filled me completely and a wave of lust staggered through me as he lifted his hips to thrust against me. I rocked against him, slowly at first and then gradually gaining momentum until I could hold back no more. Leaning back I cried for him to fuck me as hard as he could and lifted my hips slightly to let him push his cock deep into me from below. Just as I came I felt him stiffen as his own orgasm shot through him, filling me with his hot sticky seed. Only then did we realise that we were in a public place, and that whoever was in the next caravan would have been able to watch a floor show like they'd probably never seen before. Not that it made us any the less horny - we just gathered up our gear and went inside. And that's when I discovered that caravans do indeed rock when you fuck in them! Also by Susie:
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