He was spent.
Exhausted.
Out.
His cum had been quite a powerful one considering the erotic circumstances that it had been under. If they had been in bed, he would most likely have been asleep by now. His eyes certainly had a dreamy, soft, relaxed look about them.
However she was feeling more alive and more ready for follow up action than ever before. Seated there on a scruffy pub chair opposite him in front of a small circular wooden table, she would have been dancing on it if she had had some music and a little encouragement. A happy smile filled her face; a glow of accomplishment.
Protected from anyone's direct view by his large body opposite, her jeans had been artfully cut between the legs and her pussy jewellery was hanging through the created gap. She sat with relaxed split thighs uncaring of the openness. Revelling in her feelings. Sensing the prickle on her lower lips.
She had already cum a number of times that evening, squirting quite an amount outside the pub and then taken his frenetic fucking in-between passers by without the need for either of them to undress. The glow now was of a well fucked woman, content in the knowledge of her being desired and then taken and used.
She had been pleased with his reaction once he had discovered what she had done to prepare for their evening. Couldn't wait to push inside her where she stood and cum, despite a number of passing pedestrians. The split in the seam at her crotch had worked better than she had expected and meant that the time had taken to do it had been well spent.
So now they found themselves across the table with a couple of drinks between them and plates of a chip supper ordered and shortly on their way.
The soft jangle beneath the table was the sound of her drop earrings hanging from neat ring piercings in each of her labia. Clipped one to each ring, the soft tug and slight sway kept her aroused when in a certain position. Sat upright and forward in her chair, this was most definitely one of the occasions. Resting over the front edge of the chair, they were keeping her lower lips apart and constantly wet.
She half wondered if anyone would spot them, but that thought only aroused her more.
She had been trying to get used to sitting up straight. A habitual sloucher, for years she had been extremely shy about her height and size. Recent weight loss and efforts to body tone had created a lot more self confidence, both privately and in public. Efforts of her man recently to extricate her from the embarrassed little cocoon of her own making had worked wonders. Taking her to the edge of her comfort zone in a variety of public settings had broadened her mind and attitude.
Sat up straight now in the creaky old chair, she felt the eyes of surrounding people frequently flicking towards her. It might have been her top that they were looking at. It might have been the stilletos.
Her jacket was draped over the back rest of her chair, and she was proudly seated there in only a lacy crop top that put a lot of emphasis on her moderate sized but well presented breasts. Sat up straight, her posture kept her belly pulled in and made her breasts almost a self supporting shelf above.
A lot of admiring looks from men.
Disgusted cutting eyes from women.
Happy chatter from a nearby group of lads whom she had noticed earlier at the marina and were now in the corner at the pool table with a selection of drinks.
A big smile from her and a corresponding though weary one from him. They gazed at each other with very different emotions. He needed his meal. A little sustenance. A recharge of sorts. She on the other hand was feeling in her element. She was wired.
Bright.
Invigorated.
Alive.
The journey on the back of the motorcycle had started her entire evening of constant arousal. Her pussy had started the sensations by being squashed open wide into the leather mound between rider and pillion and then had built more and more intensely since. The resultant fucking she had received had been very welcome and wanted more than anything in the world right then...
But.
On reflection.
Too soon.
She was still sat in a state of exposed dress. Her pussy was gaping and still feeling needy; the night was still young.
There was still a lot of erotic exploration to go. He had spent himself far too soon. She wondered if she should have been more coy; spent more time teasing; enjoyed him panting after her for a little longer? Her fault as much as his, she had needed his cock to fill her there and then. She had succumbed to her immediate carnal desires. Drained him dry.
Helen desired only her man. She had eyes for no one else and was most definitely not interested in exploring anyone else. Luckily, she knew him. As powerful as his cum had been and how spent he was, he would always have another game up his sleeve, his fingers ready to continue even if his cock needed a longer recovery time. She needed those fingers.
He had strong hands and a deep sense of mischievousness. She looked at them now. Wondered if he could reach under the table; how many her pussy could take?
Those fingers did not. Instead, they went into his own jacket inside pocket. After ferreting around for a moment, he pulled a well known high street erotic store bag from the depths, and placed it on the table between them. Mostly black with the store name written in slanted red writing, it was most definitely from the place where they had been after she had got her piercings.
She recalled him guiding her to the entrance after their browse around and then popping back inside for something that had taken his attention. She had wondered then what he had purchased. Pondered what he had had planned.
Not a large box inside.
Not small either.
Intriguing.
They both heard the clatter of her drop earrings against the wooden frame of the chair as she leaned forward eagerly to take it. Ruefully she looked around and wondered if anyone had heard.
No one was staring or glaring.
She ran her finger down the slit between her legs and felt moisture collect. She ran it back and rubbed it on her clit which felt like it glowed in response. Her body tingled happily. She closed her eyes, relishing the feelings. Taking hold of each dangling piece of jewellery in turn, she stretched them slightly, enjoying the tug on her labia.
She opened her eyes and watched his amused look. Gone were the days of embarrassment and self questioning. Playing with herself in front of him was a fun pastime, driving him crazy with longing and an easy win especially in public. Even though he couldn't see her personal manipulations, the look on her face spoke volumes. His amused expression was of a shared enjoyment.
Not wishing to take herself too far, she reluctantly dropped the jewellery and returned her hands to the table to relieve herself of temptation. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself.
Her pussy remained swollen and warm.
She tried to ignore it. No doubt it would be getting more attention very soon.
Instead she reached forward for her present. Opening the bag, she took out an anonymous black box and placed it on the table.
They looked at it.
A grin on his face.
True intrigue on hers.
He swept the empty bag away and folded it back into his pocket as the waiting staff brought them their meals. She closed her legs beneath the table and smiled up at the young waitress. The box betrayed no information; there was no awkwardness.
The box remained teasingly in the centre of the table as their plates were put down with a variety of condiments either side. They picked up their cutlery and began their meal, each with one eye on the two inch long box.
Laughing and chatting and eating. They enjoyed the meal and played a silly game of twenty questions about its contents.
She felt happy and safe.
Blessed and aroused.
Relaxed but eager.
The contents eluded her guesswork as their plates slowly emptied and were pushed to one side. The pie and chips seemed to have done the trick with her man. The accompanying pint definitely having given him a perk up. A second drink was unnecessary and they sat back in their chairs, more than sated by their food.
She looked down once more at the gap in her jeans and felt the thrill of excitement at her protruding lips and their respective attachments. She folded one leg over the other and wondered if anyone would notice her bare pussy under her raised cheek?
Her nipples felt very erect and stiff beneath her top, as though trapped slightly in the lace. She felt relief when the pub's front door was opened and a soft breeze cooled her.
No longer able to wait, she reached for the box and rattled it at her ear. Her pussy fluttered excitedly, but denied it a rub and instead changed the crossed leg which had the effect of creating an enjoyable friction in just the right place.
There was a clunk inside.
One item. Quite heavy.
She couldn't wait any more.
She had to open it.
She felt her pussy moisten instinctively.
The lid to the box was a tight fit.
It took two hands to pry it off.
She gazed at the contents.
A heavy piece of contoured steel lay in the red tissue paper at the base of the box. A thin piece of mildly curved cylindrical metal connected a bulbous shiny egg shape at one end and a bejewelled flat disc at the other.
She looked at it, amazed.
In wonder and fascination.
Incredulity.
She reached in for it and instinctively he rmoved his arm across the table and held his hand over it, looking quickly left and right for unwanted observers. Giggling she tried again with more discretion and this time held the box in her lap before she slipped a finger under the central shaft and popped it up on end.
It was pretty. The jewel on the end was a bright glorious pink crystal that, though a type of resin, sparkled even in the poor pub lights. It's shape matched the disc it sat in and was a soft but obvious heart. She turned it so the heart shape looked upright and it's point was at the bottom.
