I could hardly believe what I was about to do. I had agreed in a moment of drunken passion and now here I was. The parking structure was moderately well lit but here and there were darker corners where the florescent lights flickered, nearing the end of their life, or were out altogether. It was to one of these places my lover lead me, the bulge in his pants clearly visible, daring me to deny the excitement the act we were about to perform.
My own arousal was, of course, less visible. Beneath my dark skirt my lace-trimmed panties were damp. I hadn't expected to be turned on by exhibitionism, but I guess seeing my lover so aroused had resonated with me and my body had mirrored his reaction – in it's own way of course. The most visible sign of my arousal was my nipples poking at the fabric of my curve-hugging sweater. The weird, sulfuric glow of the streetlights on the other side of the concrete columns picked up the metallic threads in the fabric as they bent around and over the stiff points.
"This is good right here" my lover said to me, his voice hoarse with passion. We were in an empty space in between two parked cars. They were compact models, roofs low enough that anyone of average height approaching could see my lover's shoulders and head above them. We were on the second level of the structure, too high to be seen from the street or from the booth where money was collected. We were parked three levels up, on the roof deck. The night was comfortably warm and a soft breeze came through the open walls of the structure to play with my hair.
Wrapping his arms around me, my lover drew me to him and began kissing me. Our tongues met, entwined, released and stroked one another. Tentatively we leaned against the nearer car, half holding our breath to see if an alarm would go off. None did. With my lover's back thus supported I pressed the full length of my body against him. His erection poked at me from within his trousers.
We grappled with each other there, under the cold white and sickly yellow lights, becoming more and more aroused, awaiting the right moment. My panties were soaked by now and all I wanted to do was pull them off, hike my skirt up and fuck him, my back against the car, legs wrapped around his waist and his stiff prick driving in and out of me until I came. I wanted him to pull out of my soaking pussy and finish himself off, his sticky cum shooting onto my tits. But that wasn't why we were here. My lover wanted something else tonight and I was going to grant his wish.
Twice we heard a single set of footsteps approach. Each time I paused in my kissing and caressing to look into my lover's face for a sign that it was time. Seeing none, we continued to make out. The footsteps never even paused as they reached us and then receded into the distance. An engine started, headlights slashed through the dimness and we were alone again.
He was nibbling on my neck in that way that drives me especially crazy when we finally heard the sound we were listening for. Two, no four sets of feet, including the distinctive tap of women's heels and both male and female voices in conversation interspersed with light laughter. Our audience was approaching. When they were close enough that we were pretty sure they could see us, my lover peeled me from his body and pushed me gently to my knees. I felt the grit on the concrete slab bite into my flesh as I knelt before him.
Fingers shaking slightly, I loosened my lover's belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and drew his thick cock out of his underwear. I could see the dark flush of blood just under the skin that indicated he was very aroused. This wouldn't take long. The footsteps neared, slowed, voices abruptly stopped. We'd been spotted.
With an encouraging smile and nod to our audience, I turned my attention to the task I'd been given. The four of them, thirty-somethings I guessed, one of the women was visibly pregnant, stood in shocked silence as I leaned forward and took the head of my lover's proud member into my mouth. I used my tongue to lap up the drop of precum that had gathered at the tip, then flicked it all around the sensitive head. I drew back so my lover and our audience could admire the saliva-slicked head of his cock.
Licking my lips, I again moved my mouth to my target. This time I slipped him in past the head and slowly down the shaft, taking as much of him as I dared without gagging. He let out a soft moan as I worked my tongue around his stiff shaft. I pulled back and began to establish a rhythm. After a few strokes my lover brought one hand down to my head, the one on the far side from our audience so as not to obstruct their view, and began to guide me. I brought one hand up and began to caress his balls which brought another soft moan from him.
