#random spur of the moment shit

you can’t help but wonder at how public a place you’re in as she suddenly grabs your hand and pulls you into a dusty corner of the museum that no one seems to have been in for years. she sees the look of amazement on your face and giggles gleefully as she turns to face the wall, backing you up against it.
“shh,” she whispers with a smirk as she leans in to kiss you.

she’s been holding it back for a while now, you can tell, as she pours all of her frustration into the kiss. her arms find their familiar position around your neck as her tongue explores the crevasses of your mouth almost hungrily, quickly making its way to the spots that make you weak at the knees. she giggles again at your immediate reaction.

she’s in a hurry, you can tell – her hands soon travel to your waist, prying your primly tucked-in school shirt out of your uniform skirt, and you shiver at the feeling of her warm hands on your now bare midriff. her hands ghost upwards, hurriedly, unclasping your bra in one quick movement before slipping her hands under the now loose cups. your nipples are already alert, standing at attention, and you let out a breathy sigh as she passes over first one, then the other with her thumbs.

you’ve stopped caring about the fact that you’re in a museum, on a school field trip, in a place where anyone could walk by and see you – your entire world consists of her hands on your breasts, her lips on yours, your arms around her neck keeping you upright, and the gradually growing throbbing between your legs. you attempt to whimper in need, in desperation, but she swallows it and squeezes one of your nipples gently, twisting it between her fingers. patience, she’s trying to say.

she leaves your lips for a moment, and pulls back to look you in the eyes, and winks, and suddenly you realise her right hand has left your breast and is now stroking you through your soaked underwear. you gasp as she pauses over your clit, and you attempt to grind yourself against her hand, to no avail. she laughs, and kisses you deeply, and during that kiss her fingers go from teasing your clothed sex to dancing at the waistband of your underwear.

you make an indignant noise, bucking your hips forwards, and finally she indulges you, slipping her fingers between your folds. you aren’t entirely successful in suppressing your moan, it escapes from your lips to hers and releases the slightest sound in between. by now, your hands around her neck are the only reason you’re still on your feet, more so with each passing moment as she finds all the right spots and pushes all your buttons, and it’s not long until you’re practically slumped against her, clenching your teeth in a failed attempt to remain silent as she brings you to climax.

you’re still breathing heavily as she, in a gesture of the utmost intimacy, fixes your underwear and re-hooks your bra. she tucks your shirt back into your skirt, fixes her hair, which you mussed without even noticing, and looks at you with a grin.

“reckon you can walk? I bet Miss Miller’s looking for us by now.”

you’re sleeping in only a bra and knickers, and one of your bra straps is missing. it makes it easy for her to come up behind you and slip a hand in your bra, caressing your breast, brushing over your nipple until you stir in your sleep, turning your head just enough to move your hair off your neck. she kisses the newly bared space, then licks it, slowly making her way to that space behind your ear.

you’re awake now, and you open your eyes to see her. she straddles you wearing absolutely nothing, her bright red hair covering her breasts like mermaids in fairy tales, and you can feel her wetness just below your navel. she reaches down to kiss you, hair tickling your face.

before you know it, her face is at your breasts, and she’s licking one of them, licking it in slow circles and being careful to avoid your nipple. the hair that was at your face is now on your chest, and it pokes playfully at you while your nipples stiffen and she keeps avoiding them. 

finally, the flicks your nipple with her tongue; once, twice, three times. she takes it into her mouth, briefly, and a shudder runs through you. your hands move to go to her, but she takes them and holds them down, forcing you to lie still. 

her tongue starts trailing down your body, leaving little kisses where it goes. she reaches your thighs and releases your hands, but glances up with a look that you understand to mean stay still. you nod your assent briefly, already distracted by her hot breath on your folds.

you throw your head back as soon as her tongue makes contact, then remember her instructions and attempt to stay as still as possible. but she is teasing you by ravaging you, doing everything she knows will make you crazy, and involuntarily, your body reacts.

your hips buck. your hands go to her head, wind themselves into her hair, and push her head down closer to you. your whole body seems to be shivering as she pushes her tongue further into you and flicks up. 

by the time she comes back to your clit, your thighs are shaking and you can feel the promise of what is to come deep in your belly. she gives you one final lick, and everything you have built up in the past moments is unleashed. your legs clench, your back arches, and tiny tremors run through every inch of your body. 

she pulls your legs apart, emerges, and winks, and you know she will be your undoing.