Fumberlings

That moment remembered, we all have them
How could one forget

Quick fumberlings in darkened corners of the bus shelter
That first slide up her skirt quivering thighs parting in automotive response
The feel of material blocking my path
be as quick before the change of heart
pushed aside as my fingers delved into her wet opening as her mouth pressed hard against mine
her breathing quickened and I hardly moved my fingers as she groaned, her hand shot down and moved swiftly as I felt her orgasm on my fingers
As she found her spot, her zone, the one my inexperienced fingers were unable to find


My arousal is evident as she kisses me non stop as with shaking hand she squeezes me through my jeans
I help her undo the belt as she slides down the zipper as her hand just delves inside my pants and grasps me
The hand of another for the first time is almost to much to take as she strokes and squeezes as if learning and memorizing for future use
my breathing now becomes quicker its clear to me I'm on the edge


"you're close aren't you"


with that she takes her hand off me and takes off her knickers


"Cum in these"

"here let me do it"

"I want to do this"


With that she covered the tip with her scrunched up underwear and proceeded the rub me


"Is this ok?"

"Am I doing ok?"  she asked


"Oh fuck yeah that's it"


With that I climaxed as she kissed me hard, Not realising that the kissing bit I would carry through in future orgasmic endeavours


We parted our ways shortly after with quick kisses and hugs

I watched her walk away in the moons glow just making out the knickers she wore now in her hand


I didn't see her after that, well once or twice but never in a sexual way, I think we both understood what that night was about


I'm sure she too thinks about that moment remembered


Just once in awhile