We walked back to her apartment, too thrilled about what had just occurred to speak. We just walked along enjoying the memories that we had just made at our new, favorite restaurant. It had gotten a little colder out since we had walked to the restaurant, but that didn't stop the warm glow that seemed to surround us on this brisk night. It was obvious on our faces as we passed beneath each street light how intensely satisfied each of us were. I had a sly smile on my face, and she looked completely smitten and couldn't take her eyes away from my smirking face.
Walking along, it should have been obvious to both of us that we were both a little drunk...her from the champaign and me from my wine. We were both staggering a little, but to outsiders of our private moment, we just seemed like a couple walking arm in arm who had different strides. She was giggling a little, although there was no conversation to spur it on. I just kept looking around and up to the sky, as if worried that I was being followed by some cosmic force that only I could see. In the few blocks back to her apartment, we passed an older woman holding onto her purse as if it held life's richest treasures, a boy of no more than 13 skateboarding along the sidewalk (even though it is illegal), and a few other couples. None of the other couples looked as fulfilled as we did, and whether it was noticeable to those people or not, there was no remorse in either myself or my girl as to their dispositions. Although both of us are in our thirties, we could have been taken for a teenage couple who had met at the school dance. Both of us had a radiance which was shining in the darkness, her hand tucked into my back pocket and my arm wrapped around her waist underneath her jacket. Whether or not our hands were doing anything other than resting in their current positions was oblivious to all passerby's.
As we walked along the almost deserted street, her hand occasionally rubbing up and down my ass, and my hand massaging her waist and just under her excited breast, we knew that we were not done for the night. We strolled along, perceptively innocent and walking arm in arm, teasing each other without even thinking about it. Had this already been the greatest night of our lives? Or, per the smiles on both of our faces, had it only just begun. Just before emerging into the light of her apartment building's entrance, we paused and faced each other again. Standing there, in the shadow of the alleyway, we again felt as if there weren't another soul around. She made the first move, reaching her free hand into my other back pocket and pulling my pelvis into her own. Although I had not been as lucky as she was to have reached orgasm in the restaurant, my erection had subsided, knowing that I was responsible for the smile on her face. Now, being pulled up against the heat and desire that had started my own passion, now brought my erection back to life.
As my erection grew against her full embrace, the head of what she liked to call Pete Junior was now feeling the wetness that had been created earlier. I realized that both my boxers and my pants had been drenched in precum, and the cold air that had been passing along this area as we walked did not help the sensation. It felt as if my hot, hard erection was pushing against a cool blast of air. My thoughts turned to the cold showers that I used to take when our first few dates ended. I had been so horny but didn't want to act on it for a variety of reasons, so I was now feeling the coldness that I had grown to despise. As she pulled me against her, I opened my mouth and let me tongue probe inside of her mouth, moving along her teeth, her gums, and her own tongue. I felt like some demented dental student trying to impress his want-to-be girlfriend with his knowledge of her mouth.
It wasn't long before I could feel the heat from below her waist up against my own, perhaps causing my wet spot to evaporate into the night air. Having her body next to mine, it felt as though none of the passion from the restaurant was lost. She kept my lower body pressed tightly against hers, no matter how much Pete Jr, wanted to escape from the compression holding him in place. Feeling my erection grow against her own body, knowing that her skirt was no match for what was arising, I bent forward and began to nibble on her earlobe. I knew that this was her Achilles heel, but I couldn't help myself. If she was going to drive me this wild, I couldn't help but return the favor. She seemed to melt in my arms as I sucked on her earlobe, and she was grabbing on for dear life to my ass through the back pockets of my pants, but I wasn't going to let her get away that easily.
Letting my hands move down her back onto her ass, just as she was grasping my own, I pulled her even tighter against me. Pete Jr. was pushing against the fabric of my pants, straining as if with a mind of his own, to push into the source of her heat and passion. We stood there, glued against each other, just seconds away from the doorway to her apartment building, unable to break the passion that we had again ignited. Even though we were hidden by the darkness of the alleyway, it would be possible to anyone passing by to know exactly what was happening. If she had lived on Rush St., we would most likely have been arrested by now and questioned for breaking any number of laws. Luckily, she didn't live on Rush St., and it was still early enough that the Chicago PD was not out in force to catch any public displays of affection. Time stood still as we were locked in our embrace, neither of us wanting to potentially extinguish the flame that we had sparked.
