"That's not good enough," Mary went on. "Answer me or you'll be sorry."
I didn't feel too worried about her cute threat, but decided to play along. "OK, anything," I said, still driving.
"Say it. The whole thing," Mary insisted.
I sighed then laughed a little at her. I was getting seriously excited by this. "I would crawl through glass just to give you one quick kiss on the pussy, Mary," I said.
"I thought so," she replied. "OK, pull over here."
I did as she asked and found a parking space. It was a fairly busy street with restaurants and shops, still buzzing with people. She opened her door and I saw her walk towards a small alley between two restaurants. I quickly got out of the car and followed. She was obviously on some kick and I wasn't going to let her take any safety risks.
A couple stared at me questioningly as I walked down the alley after Mary. She stopped halfway down and leaned against the wall. It wasn't well lit, but still in partial view of the street, at least. I stood in front of her. She looked at me coldly.
"Get on your knees," she said blankly. I looked at the ground and it was wet from the rain earlier, and there were a couple of inconveniently placed puddles at her feet, which she had managed to avoid. She'd obviously chosen this exact spot, as opposed to one three feet over.
I was turned on to the max, but still uncertain. There were people walking by and by doing what she asked, I would get my knees wet. Very wet. "Mary, I..." I began to say.
"On your knees. Now. Or you'll regret it," she said and I was too under her spell to refuse. Plus, I wanted to taste her, more than anything. I went down on my knees, and felt the cold and dirty water soaking into my pants. She looked down at me for what felt like at least a minute.
I made a move to touch her, but she stepped to her left and walked back out onto the street. I quickly got up and followed. My suit trousers were a complete mess. Mary was standing by my car, so I opened the door for her and we got back in.
Mary..." I started to say, but she placed a finger over my lips, lifted up her leg again, and gestured for me to drive. I moved off slowly, bewildered, and uncomfortable. I was also rock hard.
A mile up the road, Mary told me to pull over again, and I did. Again, she got out of the car and walked over towards a small empty lot and to the side of a dilapidated building. I followed, anxious for her wellbeing but also fascinated to see what next she had in store for me.
Again, she was leaning against a wall, but this time put one of her feet up, so spread her legs a little. The position she had chosen was again in partial view of the street, certainly not private but not in the open for everyone to see either. The ground was wet, dirty and there was gravel and stones, I was prepared to do whatever she asked. I'd promised, after all.
"Get your dick out," she said. I hesitated and looked around. Fuck. This was a risk, but the idea of fucking this sweet girl right here was too irresistible, so I unzipped my fly and pulled it out. I was fully hard and it stood there in the wind, magnificent and proud. Mary looked me in the eye for a few seconds, then walked off and back to the car. Dazed for a moment, I didn't react, but then put it away, zipped myself up and returned to the car where Mary was waiting.
We got back in, Mary sat back in the same position and I drove off. This time, she pulled up her dress a little further and I caught a glimpse of her pink flower, luscious and ready for the taking. She continued to just stare out of the window. What did she have next for me, I wondered? And would I ever be rewarded? I could feel the tension beginning to affect me.
The next location in which Mary had chosen to torture me was a parking lot, and she instructed me to park in a spot, in the shadows, thirty feet from the street. It wasn't very busy, but people were still walking up and down near us. "Open my door for me," Mary instructed, and I got out of my side, walked around the car and did as she had asked.
As I opened her door, she put her feet down on the gravel, but remained seated in the car. She spread her legs, and positioned herself at the edge of the seat, ready to be fucked, or eaten, I didn't know. I looked around and there was a woman standing on the sidewalk, walking her dog. She could probably only see me and a pair of legs, but she still stood there for too long before walking away.
I looked down at Mary and she looked up at me. "Knees, boy," is all she said, and once again, I obeyed. It wouldn't do me any good to refuse her now, and anyway, this game was driving me insane. I got down on my knees, and the gravel of the parking lot dug into my skin. Mary pulled her skirt up, revealing her perfect juicy rose to me and I licked my lips and moved in.
As I did, Mary quickly closed up and sat back in a normal seated position. I breathed deeply, shut my eyes and could feel the blood pumping around my body. I got back in the car and sighed heavily. I looked over at her, but she didn't meet my gaze. I started the car and drove off.
I was feeling energized by the game, but frustrated as hell and was now desperate for something, anything for her. I started for home. About a mile before we got to my, or our, place, Mary told me to pull into the parking lot of a fast food place. I guess she was hungry. She didn't wait for me, and walked inside. I followed her, of course. She ordered a coffee and very specifically said nothing for me, and when it arrived, she went to sit in the far corner of the place. There were other patrons there, but it was a fairly secluded spot.
I sat opposite her, waiting to see what she was going to do, if anything. Just as she had in the car, she put one knee up, spread her legs, and perched herself on the edge of the seat. She gathered up her skirt and I glanced under the table and could see everything. I looked around and could only see the other people's upper bodies and faces, so by that logic, assumed they couldn't see what she was doing.
"Hungry?" she said, and sat there, a cute expression on her face. I looked down at her sweet budding flower and felt an overwhelming desire to have her. I nodded, cautiously. "Well, eat, if you're hungry," she said and took a sip of coffee.
I knew what she was asking me, so I took another look around and slid under the table. It was cramped down there, the floor wasn't very clean, but my pants were already fucked up, and it was workable. Her beautiful pussy was there, open, inviting and I moved in, hoping, praying that she would let me taste her.
I kissed her and a little jolt of electricity passed through her body. She let out a little squeak, almost a hiccup, but otherwise remained still and silent. If she'd let me, I was gonna make her come, pay her back for causing me all this maddening frustration. I licked her clit and I felt her tense up her body. I did all my best tricks on her, trying to get her going as quickly as possible, and it worked, because soon, her juices were flowing and I could feel her legs spasming.
Obviously doing her best to appear as if nothing was happening, I continued tonguing her and she started to hit a climax. Again, I heard her squeak and she made a few sudden movements, and she grabbed my hair as she came. It was a magnificent moment, and I almost forgot where we were.
After a minute or so, I heard footsteps coming towards us, and a voice nearby. Mary put her foot back on the floor and shut down for business. I got out from under the table, and an elderly black couple stopped and looked at me. "I dropped a pen," I said, and sat down. My face had her juice on it, Mary had turned bright red and was breathing hard. The man shook his head, then sat down at a table near us.
"How was your meal?" Mary said, still breathing hard, her lips parted and her eyes half closed. She put her hands through her hair and wiggled her body a little, clearly still experiencing some kind of orgasmic aftershock.
"Yummy, thank you," I said and we both laughed, as I wiped my face. "But I'm still hungry."
