I've always been embarrassed when accidentally stumbling onto a couple in a lover's embrace, so a recent night at the town center was particularly embarrassing. But only for a while.
It was a quiet Tuesday night when my wife instructed me to head over to the town center and get several items at the pharmacy. Town center is a misnomer. It's a sort of tic tac toe set of four streets in our suburban development.
There's an anchor grocery store, the only large business, and then a couple dozen smaller businesses. Most are small eateries, but there's a dry cleaner, a couple small offices, a dentist, bank and a pharmacy. On this night most of the people were visiting the eateries while I stopped first in the grocery store then stopped at the pharmacy to get a prescription filled.
My mission of mercy would get be back home well before the hockey playoff game I wanted to see hit the tube. The prescription would take about 15-20 minutes to fill, I was told by an attractive young rep at the desk (okay, I admit, when she turned around to check on something my eyes were riveted to her wonderful ass, especially when she bent over).
Although it was an enticing thought to stay and watch the female scenery I didn't want to seem like a pervert. I said I'd be back and went to the bank, visited the ATM, then settled into my car to wait for the prescription.
That's when I saw them. A couple in a lover's embrace in the walkway between the bank and the next street where the restaurants were. It was at the end of the alleyway, and there weren't many walkers, but those that were around either didn't see the couple making out or chose to ignore them.
Normally I would have looked away as well, but it was quite erotic watching them from my vantage point not 30 feet away. They were kissing, her arms around his head, but what struck me was his hand. He was fondling her dress covered ass.
The two held each other as if on top of a building, where a wrong move would send them flying or something. I could see, after a couple minutes, the two began grinding against each other. While there wasn't much light, I could clearly see they were moving in tandem together.
I really enjoyed watching him play with her ass while rolling his hips against her in the front. Without clothing, I envisioned them naked and fucking, but this was a town center street and that was merely my imagination taking over. Still, watching them move together in the shadows as a voyeur was the spark sending my mind wandering.
Noticing an older couple turn the corner, I wondered if the lovers would move away from their embrace, but it wasn't to be. Ignoring their surroundings, the two kept making out while the couple walked past, the woman's head clearly gawking at the lovers. It was as if she pulled her husband around to look at them. I wondered what it sounded like. Could you hear them kiss? Could you hear the rustle of her dress as he caressed her ass? Was the girl moaning?
My mind wondered a lot of things. They could be newly weds, but probably not. Most likely they were new lovers, excited by being together. A couple on a date, who had just finished dinner, probably complete with holding hands. Maybe she rubbed her leg along his under the table. Maybe he caressed her thigh without anyone looking.
It wasn't an affair; I surmised they weren't a cheating couple. They were too out in the open. No, maybe they had met online, had a relationship there, and then met for the first time. Maybe they had met at work and finally decided to get together.
Whatever, they were making out as if they'd never touched lips before that night. Their hands were roaming to unconquered places. At one point one of the man's hands left her ass and moved to her face. He stroked her cheeks, she smiles, and then he slowly lowered that hand to touch a breast. Not groping it, merely slipping his hand along it, stopping there, and then slowly slipping back down her side and onto her familiar behind.
She was also adventurous. After his quick exploration she moved one hand from behind his head to his neck, then down his arm to his midsection. She caressed his cock, pulling away from the kiss to say something to the guy. I think she liked what she felt, and I imagined his cock must have been pushing against his pants.
The twosome reverted to their previous embrace and movements. Only this time their midsections were moving in tandem a little faster.
I remembered my first dry fuck. Her name was Susan, a high school senior who loved dancing and movies. I had two left feet, so dancing was a chore, but I did have my dad's car, cash for movie ducats and a rubber in my wallet. That rubber stayed right where it was through several dates with Susan, a busty blonde who played on the field hockey team. I was a third line ice hockey player, so we had something to talk and argue about.
I mean, why can't field hockey players use the back of the stick to shoot, anyway?
We had several Friday night dinner and movie dates --- I hadn't graduated to the coveted Saturday night date with her --- when we kissed for the first time. Oh, there had been pecks on the cheek and some sexy talk between us on the phone, but it was the fourth date when we kissed, but swapped spit. It was in front of her house, in my dad's car, when we kissed for several minutes until her dad turned the front porch light off and on several times.
We quickly walked to her house, not wanting to incur the wrath of dad, and she said she was available the following night if I wanted to get together. I was on the A Team! Screw that Billy Christian, her normal Saturday night date.
The following night she said she liked being with me, but that she didn't want to get too friendly with any one guy. That she liked seeing me and hope I understood that she's also seeing other guys.
At first that burst my bubble --- turned out Billy was away with the family --- but still I knew Susan (don't call her Sue) was fun to be with. We saw a love story kind of movie that night, a real chick flick, and kissed in the move theater both during and after the movie. I know the movie turned her on because she held my hand through much of the movie. When we weren't holding hands, my hand caressed her thigh (she only let me go so high) and I sprouted a hard on that Susan had to notice.
After the movie we strolled along a pond instead of heading to the car for the ride home. We had about an hour and a half before dad would go ballistic and the walk sounded better than the lights going on and off in front of the house.
There was a bench along the pond where we sat, kissing, before we continued our walk. On the far end of the pond, away from the parking lot but still in sight of those walking to their cars with keen eyesight, we stopped and kissed near a towering oak tree. We made out, much like the couple I was watching at the Town Center was doing.
After a couple minutes of kissing Susan caressed my ass and pulled it toward her, grinding me against her midsection. She whispered that she could feel I was excited, as she called it, and moved against me. The feeling was incredulous, and my cock jumped in my pants.
We moved against each other for a couple minutes, her hands on my ass and mine on hers. My dick was throbbing, pushing against her midsection.
I admit it. I came in my pants.
She knew it too. "Did you like that?" she shyly asked.
Oh did I ever. I apologized for taking advantage of her, but she hushed me. "I liked it too," said Susan, taking my hand. "Uh, do you have to, uh, clean up or anything. I can walk ahead...."
