We started in a house that was under construction. What better way to stay discrete then to look at a new subdivision with no current tenants? The house we decided we wanted to explore wasn't quite finished yet, there was still plywood on the floor and insulation between the walls. We were walking through the house examining the different rooms, sometimes heading in different directions and sometimes passing each other, trying not to brush up against each other--and at the same time I was trying to do it accidentally on purpose. The light was starting to dim through the bare windows as it set over the horizon. We ended up in, what would be a master bedroom. The smell of saw dust and raw material was in the room. After you looked into the ensuite bathroom, you started on your way toward me. We both stood in the center of the room, admiring the space.

Tentatively, my hand reached out toward your shoulders and when you didn't move, my heart started racing. I placed my left hand on your other shoulder and you never said a word. As I gently put pressure over your shoulder blades in a circular motion with my thumbs, you let out a soft, quick moan, slightly forgetting where you are. I moved my hands and traced them slowly down each arm and back up, creating small bumps as the faint hair on your arms erected themselves from the sensation.

You shook, ever so slightly, and I took a closer step toward you. I cautiously, and slowly pressed my chest against your upper back and felt you start to lean against me. The warmth of your body, quickly encouraged me and I could feel myself lean toward you. I gently brushed some of the hair away from your neck and gently kissed and sucked at the section where your neck and shoulder attach.

I felt the increased blood flow to my cock and was curious if you would notice. I felt you press your backside against my waistline to verify my arousal and simultaneously lift your head up to expose more of your neckline for my lips to engage.

I slowly slipped my hands toward the button of your jeans when you reached an arm behind yourself and through the back of my hair while we stood in the middle of the room. You let a small moan escape your lips as my fingers dip into the waistline of your panties. I could feel the moisture from your arousal and it encouraged me to be a bit more voracious in my endeavor. My kisses became sucks, and I became the support for your weight as your let go to the sensations from the contact of our skin.

I used your wetness to increase the attention on your clitoris as I moved in slow, easy circles around it's hood. Your jeans limited our access, but as we stood there, in the moment, we were focused on the slow hardening of your clit, and the fullness of your wet pussy lips. My hardness ached, but my intent was to get you off. I continued to slide my fingertip across your clit, occasionally dipping my finger deep inside your sex, moistening the length of my finger until I brought it back to that sensitive hood. Your breathing increases as my other hand works it way up your shirt to caress your nipples. They harden and stiffen against the roughness of my calloused palms as your juices continue to flow from your pussy.

Standing, you lean against me to brace yourself for support while your knees grow weak. You moan and shudder in my arms as your orgasm comes. I pull my fingers out and suck them to try the wonderful taste.