With umbrellas still in their extended position, becoming more prudent, we used them to shield our passion from imagined prying eyes. It was then that she, to my shocked surprised, took my hand and slid it into the deep slitted sleeveless blouse, allowing me to massage one of her magnificent mounds of woman's delight. Once I had been the aggressor. Now it was Paula's turn.
Perhaps five hundred, maybe even upto a thousand people were in that makeshift tent complex as the rain continued to pelt the city outside. Despite it all we continued our greeting each other unabated. Long had I desired to fondle such worthy breasts. I wondered. Would we make the evening news? Two lovers hidden in the corner incautious, unconcerned, prisoners of devil may care lust. Kisses became more impassioned while my groping of her breast more foolhardy. She was, if anything, insatiable in her delight of such danger. I wondered how far she would allow it to proceed.
Surprisingly, no one gave so much as eye serving rebuke when the rain stopped and people began to filter back outside. We closed our umbrellas and followed them, passing the chrome donut before wandering down into an architecturally designed garden of tall meadow grasses in a maze of raised boxes. In a city of millions we felt ourselves alone and free to further our adventure. Ordered to open my umbrella once again in order to shield us from the possibility of passing intruders, Paula with one hand unloosened the top of her blouse allowing fall freely, fully revealing both of her more than acceptable breasts.
My fingers had inventoried their definition but now my eyes feasted on their uniqueness. Paula's nipples were erect and elongated even in an unstimulated state. However, once in my mouth became attached to them, her moans could not be stifled. I sucked on this one then on the other, granting equal time to eat. Harder and harder I sucked on them trying to discern some limit she had as to pain. Sucking became gnawing to twisting, turning and pulling without restraint. The rubbery texture seemed only to become more resilient and their length to grow longer. Amber silver dollar areolas smaller as her nipples grew longer. Whether imagined or real, I know not to this day, but I thought I could hear Fred Astaire singing, "I'm in heaven." We each felt it. We each were lost to the moment. We were each questioning how on God's green earth, after all this while, had our life long fantasies become real so quickly.
Straightening back up to catch a breath, it was then that I saw it. In the distance, across the street at the Art Museum was a glass walkway high above street level. Some college boys were seen giving thumbs up and clapping. Apparently we had made their day. We had been self serving fools to think we could go unnoticed in such a large city.
Before long the rain began to fall. Paula had arrived by Uber while I had driven up into the city and parked my car in one the cities many parking garages. So we agreed to walk back to my car and become further acquainted in the car.
I remember little of what occurred as we headed back to the garage. She talked and I listened. She remained excited and willing. I guess I had passed whatever test she judged her suitors by. My car was parked headed into a wall with only one car beside it. Oh for one of those dark tinted family vans that I had always vowed never to fall prey to. But her tenacity knew no bounds. Soon her top was loosened once again allowing me to just sit back and watch their display in wonderment. Still the aggressor, she reached over and pulled me over to continue where I had left off suckling them. I guess having one in my mouth and the other in my hand, tugging, nibbling, stretching those dreamy nipples elevated her to the point where she confessed, "I'm spotting but not too much," she informed me as she unbuttoned her shorts and slid them mid-thigh.
Paula was a mature woman with a mature bush. With a single digit, I quickly brought her to climax. Reclining her seat, half nude and on display to anyone one who wanted to peer in, the owner of the car next to us. She laughed while pulling her shorts back up and tying her top once again.
I met Paula again at her beautiful old apartment looking over the lake. She was everything I had been looking for. No wanting to watch tv, she took me by the hand and walked me over to the little beach late across from the apartment before leading me over to the cemetery across the street. No one was there despite the busy traffic buzzing past us. Paula seemingly never wore either panties or bra. It didn't take long to realize that her fetish was public tomfoolery, even in a cemetery where she removed all her clothing as we walked pretending interest in one grave head after another.
Unfortunately we were two hours of city traffic apart from each other. Eventually my inability to drop everything to drive up to be at her side revealed her other side. I began to understand as to why she had never been married. Aggressive while indulging in frolic was fun, she was demanding and short fused when not getting her way. After repeated occurrences, it soured me on the fantasy and fun the her good side had so freely offered. To this day, I miss her. We all have issues. Perhaps I should have seen them sooner but I was having too much fun with a body and attitude of a woman who kept it new.
