They get into his small white truck and head for the food festival in Seattle. The drive is over an hour, and she teases him by flashing her cute tits, or her purple panties, letting him rub and feel occasionally through them. She doesn't know how long she can stand to tease him, as it is doing the same to her. Each time his fingers run across the satin her lips get wetter and wetter. The AC in the small truck let's her know how damp the material is getting every time she spreads her thighs for his touch. She is returning the favor by rubbing him through his cargo shorts. She has gotten him to leave a few precum wet spots on the shorts.
They Arrive and find a place to park. There is a sizable crowd but not too bad. They have fun seeing the booths, tasting new things, watching cooking demos and the such.
They end up finding a band to watch and April tells Greg she is going to just the bathroom real quick and to just stay there. She finds her way to the bathroom and surprisingly it is not too busy. In the stall she hikes up her skirt, slips her thong off and sits down. Her thought of actually using the toilet was never there, her goal was to take off her panties and surprise him, but finds herself so turned on she has to feel for herself how incredibly wet she is. Her fingers find her clit soaked and begging to be touched. Normally she would be content to do this herself, but she wants to feel his fingers instead of hers. April wonders how he will do it in a crowd and not be noticed, but he always seems to be able to do it, and right now she doesn't care if someone sees.
April finds Greg sitting on a corner of a large concrete planter. Others are there too but not close to him. She walks up, leans down to kiss him on the ear.
"You know this wet pussy isn't going to play with itself." She whispers in his ear as she puts her balled up thong in his hand.
He looks up and kisses her deeply and without missing a beat, his free hand closest to her slowly runs up the back of her skirt. She shifts her stance to spread enough to let him in, but not so much to be noticed. She looks behind her and only sees the wall of a building and to her left opposite him she realizes that unless someone was looking for what he was doing nobody would notice. As the band played, his hand slowly creeped up until his fingers grazed her smooth shaved lips. They were slick and inviting. Greg found no resistance as the sex was so wet he could ease right up to her clit. In a way it was an awkward position, but the novelty of his motions made it that much better.
Slowly he strummed her sensitive button. It drove April to a point of lustful frustration, but she craved any way he could make her cum. Occasionally he would stop and fuck her deep with his fingers, sometimes one, then other times two. Pushing them as deep as he could get them. She could feel her slickness running down his hand as he went back and forth, feeling it on her inner thighs. Her fingers ran through his hair on the back of his head.
Her orgasm was getting closer and closer. He could feel her knees shake as she was about to climax. Her pussy begins to throb as he flicks and strumms her to ecstasy. She leans on him for support as his motions slow and move to slow deep fucking. Two then one in alternating slow thrusts. This has her on the edge again, but this time she is just hanging there waiting for it to pour over her. Sensing her frustration he teases just a bit more then goes for a broad three finger run of her slippery button. Now she is both exploding from her pussy and trying to remain standing and not be obvious that she is having a very public orgasm in a crowd of a few hundred people.
She can see his cock straining in his shorts, and very much wants to fondle, taste, and get fucked by that cock. With his fingers still playing with her wet pussy she leans down and says quietly,
