Sexually frustrated

Sexually frustratedBased on 2 very real, very needy, very horny people who are both taken. They want each other, they need each other, but they can't have each other. We both decided it was time to have a chat about our situationship. We figured a nice friendly walk would clear the air and give us the answers we needed. We decided to chat publically, to keep it casual, and relaxed. Neither of us said it, but deep down we were both thinking the same thing - nothing is gonna happen in public, its too dangerous to be tempted by either one of our possible advances, its inappropriate, we could be caught, not only doing the wrong thing, but doing the wrong thing so publically, surely we could contain ourselves. The conversation quickly became heated, my frustration with him always turned to a sexual frustration. I wanted this prick so fucking bad. What the fuck is the matter with him? He knows damn well the tension between us is mutual, why wont he just give in! I pinned him up against the gate, locked him in with one arm; using the other, I touched his face. I want you god damn it, Matt. I have wanted you for so long now, that I can not control myself any more. I dream about you, I fantasize about you, and I even wake myself up screaming your name whilst finger fucking myself in my sleep! Is that not enough for you?! Our eyes locked, I leaned in to kiss him passionately. He pulled away, claimed he couldn't do it as he walked off. I could tell by the roaring hard on in his pants that he wanted to.I swear, part of me thought the prick got a kick out of blowing hot and cold, knowing what he does to me.I shouted after him, "turn around look at me Matt, answer me one thing, and promise to answer it honestly. He turned around and told me to fire away with the question. I started to undress. I took my pants off first, revealing my red lacy undies. "What are you doing?" he asked. I ignored him and continued to undress. I started to undo my top. He asked me to stop, he told me people were walking their dog within his view just a few steps away from us both. I dropped my top to the floor, I don't care Matt.All I cared about in that moment was showing him what he does to me. He pleaded with me again. I ignored him, even though it was starting to rain lightly. I started to slide my hands into my lacy number. I let out a moan as I rubbed past my clit to gather some sweet tasting, dripping wet pussy. He asked me what my question was. I took a step closer to him, looked him in the eyes and whispered, "Do you want me, Matt, would you have me if you could?" He went quiet for a moment. My hand moved towards his face, my other hand still rubbing my pussy. I started to stroke his face repeated my question, this time a little more sternly. His answer was quietly spoken, but I heard it loud and clear. He told me he wanted me too, that he would have me, but he just couldn't. I pulled my hand from out of my lacy pants; Before he had time to answer, I rubbed my pussy infused fingers across his lips. Just taste me, Matt. You're doing nothing wrong, it's only a finger. His lips started to part, his head slightly tilting as he sucked every last drop off my fingers. How do I taste, Matt? Sweet? Creamy? Do I taste as good as I know you fantasize? Think your big fat roaring cock would enjoy the taste of my pussy too? Imagining blowing a beautiful load inside me so we get to mix two hot tasty treats to share, as a reward for getting each other off? Mmmm, you have absolutely no idea how many sensations are running through my pussy right now. It needs you, I need you. I want you. How does it feel when you touch yourself? Touch yourself and feel every last inch, every last bump and curve that makes your dick as delicious as it is, remind yourself why it is as hard as it is, its because of me, it wants me, it needs me, its ready for me. I did that; Imagine what I can do with my touch, my scent. You'll be in for the best time as I keep you going all night; And I guarantee you will want more.I pulled my finger out of his mouth. If you want me, come and get me. Nothing and no one right now is stopping you, as I turned around and walked away. I walked down towards the river; Still raining, but not heavy, I sat on the damp grass and waited with anticipation wondering whether Matt would follow. A few moments later, he was there, he came down. He told me he was bringing me my clothes so I can dress and shelter from the fine rain. Feeling deflated, I thanked him and apologised for coming across too strong. I told him how it turns me on when a man shows authority in a sexual way, and that his rejection makes me want him even more. He looked me in the eyes and said, "when did I say I was rejecting you?" Before I had a chance to ask him to explain, he gently but firmly grabbed me around the neck and pushed my head back, onto the soggy grass. He started to kiss me passionately, working his way down to my neck; His other hand making its way into my lacy pants as he touched my pussy for the first time. Whilst having a cheeky rub of my clit, he carried on kissing me further down my body, until his mouth met his hand. He pulled his hand out of my lacy number and proceeded to use it to remove my knickers. His mouth started to slowly work its way down to my pussy, as he kissed it ever so passionately and softly; sliding his tongue in cheekily every now and again. This man was going to have me cuming very soon if he didn't stop. I was moaning, my back was arching, my nipples getting harder and harder. Listening to my moans as a cue, he used them to his advantage to tweak his performance accordingly. One hand playing with my breasts and gently massaging my rock hard nipples. He started to suck my clit, sliding a cheeky finger in and out of my very needy, very wet pussy. I placed my hand on his head, and tried with all my might to tell him I was about to cum, but I was paralysed with pure pleasure. I started to play with his hair, gently pulling it as I cum, so loudly. He gripped my legs as my body spasmed. It was pure extacy. My whole body started to relax, my eyes still rolled into the back of my head, he came up to my face and started to kiss me. He was rubbing his rock hard dick all over my thighs, and pussy. Without warning he stuck it deep inside me, thrusting deeply and firmly. He pinned my arms behind my head as he shown me who was in control, taking me as he wanted, doing as he pleased. I was loving every minute of it. He was fucking my brains out and reliving himself of all his months of frustration. every thrust deep inside me told me my place. He was claiming what was his, and finally accepting what we both knew all along. We were made to please each other, we understood each other and neither one of us could get enough. What should they do? Please feel free to leave a comment and share your view.I would love for them to finally fuck, and reward all you lovely readers with a video so you can all get off with them. How hot would that be?!