On the glass bench

“There it is,” Alex whispered into my ear.

“Oohhhhh… I’m gonna cum!” I said, burying my face in his sweater, muffling my excitement.

“No way I’m losing it now,” he said.

This is by far the best room in the aquarium, the glass room; almost the entire room is glass, so the fish can be seen swimming around in their natural habitat. It's like being submerged deep in the ocean.

This is the room we met in, and I was sitting on this bench, filming a shark swimming above me. I was so focused on filming that I lost my balance while trying to get a better angle on it. I swung my knees around the corner, fell off the bench, and landed on the floor.

I looked up, and a devilishly flirty smile appeared on my face. “Oh, hello. What's your name?” I asked. We couldn't take our eyes off each other, and by the time the aquarium was closing, we had already made out in three different exhibits. We return to the aquarium sometimes for a bit of rebellious fun.

“Here it comes!” I moaned.

When he starts using his thumb, I know I am in trouble; it's always an insta-cum situation, and he knows it. I can be loud; whatever he does with his thumb usually means I will be noisier than usual. I take a deep breath and feel the tingles get more robust, and then lightning strikes and courses heat through my body and clit. I love that he knows my body so well.

“The thumb always does it.” Smiling at the sight of my uncontrollable pleasure, he sinks into me and watches me cum. He starts working on a hickey.

“Yees, yeees!” I say, trying to keep my voice down. Sex with him is always natural.

Alex kept up with the thumb, unwilling to stop the fun yet. I lowered my head back in pleasure. “I'm already bridging? How did you get me there s….. again!” I said in a breathy voice, with my chin in the air.

After two solid bridge orgasms, I settle down. Bridge orgasms never come to a complete stop. They hover down to around a 7, then will swing back up to a climax, over and over again. Alex can make me bridge enough that I lose count.

“Mmmmm, I love watching you cum, Jess,” he said, kissing my flushed cheeks.

“You know what I want to do.” I said in a breathy post-orgasm haze. “I just want to taste you, and then I want you to fuck me.”

Alex stood up, and I unbuttoned his jeans. As I unzipped them, they fell off him, and I carefully pulled down his boxers. "Mm," I commented. "You're hard."

"How can I not be when you're around?" he asked.

Smiling, I let out a small chuckle as I stuck my tongue out, licked from the base of his penis to the head, and gently wrapped my mouth over the top. I wrapped my finger and thumb around it and ran my hand down and back up a few times to get it completely wet. I put it down my throat briefly and slowly took it back out.

"Oh, you know what that does to me," he said in a deep moan. He dropped to his knees and slid into me, putting my knees over his shoulders. His cock lines up perfectly with my G-spot, and I feel his head inside of me, rhythmically moving back and forth. It takes me to a whole new dimension, and I lean my head back in weakness to savor how good his dick feels. He lifts my shirt, nibbles my nipple through my bra, and flicks the other one with his finger. I tighten around him and feel his dick pulse as he explodes inside me. Laying here with all his body weight on me, I can feel his beard on my cheek and the heat from his panting as I suck on his earlobe.

After calming down, he licks the nipple he was playing with, which is now out of my bra. He starts slipping the other one between his fingers. “Come on, you’re going to start me up again,” I say playfully.

“Mmmm. Yes, I am.” I hear the smile in his voice. “Precisely what I am trying to do.” I smile faintly as I gaze up at the ceiling and close my eyes, feeling the electricity from his fingers. He always knows how to make me feel good.

“Oh-kay, that will do it for tonight. Let’s go have some dinner,” I said, reaching under my skirt to straighten my underwear. “I love how easy it is for you to fuck me.” I watch his forearm muscles flex as he buttons his pants.

It’s the most minor details of the person he is that I am in love with. I love how his pants lay on his boots and the look in his eyes when he first wakes up. He promised me he would do what he could to make my life perfect, and he did it every morning without trying.

We are lucky tonight. It is a particularly snowy January afternoon, and not many people are willing to brave the weather to go out, at least not to the aquarium. We spent a few obligatory minutes observing the fish before leaving for the reservation. As we walk out, we round the corner to the hallway out of the room, and the security guard is studiously examining a diagram ranking the average length of various breeds of snakes.

Tom turns around, smiles, and asks us. “How did you know the camera doesn’t reach the bench?”

We both stare at him with wide eyes, unsure how to respond. “I didn’t, did you?” we say simultaneously, turning to one another.

“Seriously? There are cameras?” I ask, freaked out. “How long have you… What did you… Oh no, are you going to report us?”

Tom laughs, and we both ease up a little, still skeptical if it is the right thing to do. “No! I was guarding the room for you,” he said, winking. As he disappears into the glass room, he turns and shouts, “Don't worry. See you in Spring!”