Long ago, we were discussing fantasies. I love those conversations -- sure, they amp me up and get me hard, wanting to explore with you, but the other reason is that I get to hear things that come from down deep in your brain. I love your brain.
You've told me variations over the years about sex in public and tonight we are going to have some fun. Your neighbors are generally real adults with real, full-time jobs. No one is out, heading to socialize during prime time with friends; they are heading to bed before the news is on. (Let's pretend, for the sake of my reference, that anyone watches the 11:00 news these days, both for reasons of the ongoing depressing realities as well as the archaic medium.)
At 10:00, I tell you I have a surprise for you, but you need to follow me. I take your hand and lead you to the door. We leave the apartment and head downstairs. As we reach the bottom floor, I pull a face mask out of my pocket and put it on you. I take your hand, open the door and lead you into the courtyard. All is quiet and not even a dog walker is in sight.
I sit you down on a bench and I sit next to you. As I lean in to kiss your neck, I say, "I love you and, tonight, you're mine." You smile. I see your cheeks blush. After all these years, I love how I can make you blush. What you don't tell me, but I also know so well, is that even just my hot breath on your neck makes you wet.
I take my time, kissing your neck. All the while, I caress your cheek, the middle of your chest and down to your thigh with just the very tips of my fingers.
I tell you to lift your arms and I pull your shirt up, taking it off you entirely. I set it down next to me on the bench and lean forward to kiss the middle of your chest. Your breathing increases. For a fleeting moment, your brain is conflicted between living out what's obviously my desire to run with your fantasy and actually doing this where people you know could see you.
We've had fun in public before -- how many rest stops on long distance drives have we engaged in mutual masturbation? -- but this is different. As I run my tongue up your cleavage and you get wetter, any conflict is gone. I unhook your bra and release your breasts to the night air. Your breath catches. I lean down and run my tongue around your nipple. My hot breath and warm tongue grab your focus. You wonder how visible we are -- are we in the shadows? Can anyone see us? It's exciting, scary and a host of other emotions.
I reposition you and lay you down on the bench. As I kneel down on the ground, I pull your arms above your head and place them gently on the arm rest. I kiss your lips, my tongue dancing with yours. My hands wander all over your body and you feel every ounce of my passion and lust.
As you had already changed for bed, you are wearing sweatpants and no underwear. I tell you to arch your back and, in one fell swoop, I pull your pants down to your ankles. Your pussy excites me and everything about you right now is an incredible sight. Seeing your lips wet, I tell you I can't get enough of you.
With one hand caressing your breast and one hand on your ass, I dive in and need my tongue between your legs.
I glide my tongue up and down your lips as I listen to your breathing. Everything about this excites me and my right hand goes from your breast to the hair between your legs. I love everything about your pussy and the hair is such an incredible turn-on.
"Take off your pants. I need to feel your cock," you say. I'm no one to argue. Your hand drops from the arm rest and seeks out its target. You take me in your hand and waste no time in making my erection grow.
My slow stroking tongue shifts a bit and I slip it between your lips. Very few things are better in this world than tongue-fucking you. With the change in your breathing and the firm grip you have on my cock, I know you are appreciative. Your pussy contracts a little to embrace my tongue. I move my hand down farther and lightly massage the area all around your clit.
