Anyway, I started making more trips into town. These outings involved flirty bus rides, naturally, the odd glass lift, stairs and plenty of escalators. I got such thrills. Sometimes, I'd take a girlfriend or John along for the ride.
Once, I was on my own. I gave a tall chap a flash before realising how well built he was. I suddenly felt a pang of panic. I felt flustered as I tried to lose him. He obviously wanted to see more of the clear glass, plastic Tanga I wore that day. I hurriedly brushed through some fire doors and tried to hide in the shopping centre storeroom. I thought I'd given him the slip.
Suddenly, though, there were three men. I was picked up and carried over one of their shoulders. I was taken to a cage in the warehouse. The three men were far too much for me. I was nearly crushed inside the cherry-picker cage. One of the men, I recall, smelt so good. The jib was elevated until I looked down at the warehouse floor. Amongst the shelving, lots of people were picking orders. They loaded boxes on pallets. At least, they were doing until those men set to work.
They started kissing me and rubbing my boobs. One of them loosened my blouse. That, and my three-quarters Mac was discarded. I soon lost my mini-skirt too. Two of the men lifted me into a chair position. My legs were pulled rudely apart. The third man loosened my kinky knickers. He was crouched beneath my bare captured bottom. He started strumming my slit and clitty inside my slack kink. The plastic was so loud. His fingers were inside me as I heard my sopping arousal. I thought I was going to cum over all the workers below.
It was so rude. I should have been embarrassed up there. My tits bounced off my chin as I arched back into their chests. They licked my nipples as each passed their readied tongues. My thighs were gripped tightly by two of the men. I could feel my wet sex tightening. My bum-hole began winking for all to see. I lost my breath. I - "Oh!" - I shot through the air. My cunt cum shot and dropped to a round of applause. I was too breathless to be embarrassed. My thighs and bum were soaked with my naughty love. I gasped for air and vowed not to tell my husband.
I've fantasised about my cherry-picker squirt so many times. I think it beats my breast-feeding fantasy. I said I didn't tell John about the public warehouse frig. I hope, when he reads about it, he'll laugh. "What do you think?"
I dropped my pen. Bending to pick it up, I felt so lusty and replied, "Maybe, just maybe, John will have a wank." I muttered through clenched teeth, "I know I will."
