The Walk Home 6

She could feel the slight buzz from the wine as they walked home. What a night! She'd never known doing these things could get her so turned on. The way he'd told her at dinner "take your underwear off" had been so matter of fact, so confident. As she rose to do as she was told he touched her wrist and said "Here." She felt herself blush. They were in the middle of a restaurant! Well, sort of. In the corner of one. And it was fairly dimly lit, to be fair. And not really that busy. Certainly not as exposed as when she'd taken them off in the car park of a train station, or when she took her tights off at a work dinner.

She sat down and slowly, bit by bit, worked the tiny g-string over hips and down her smooth thighs till it fell to her ankles. As she reached down to pick it up he spoke again - "Leave it there". Another blush. "Good girl".

So then she was sitting in a restaurant in Bath in a white sundress with her underwear around her ankles as if this was a normal thing to do! Lucky the tablecloths were long.

They'd sat and eaten their desserts like that. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second as they chatted like any couple. Imagine if the waiter knew!

"Shall we walk home?" he'd asked.

She'd nodded, and this time she reached down and retrieved her underwear. He'd held out his hand and she'd given him the tiny garment. They paid and left, into the warm light and long shadows of an English summer evening. She was acutely aware of how short her dress was, as every step she felt the cool air brush past her wet, swollen lips. It felt unbelievably hot, and she was aware of her nipples straining against the thin white cotton of the dress.

And so here they were, taking the long way down a bike path that ran close to their hotel. As they walked his hand sat on her ass, and every now and then he'd slide it down onto her thigh and back up. This inevitably caused the dress to flick up, exposing her tight buttocks to anyone walking behind them. Again, the thought of this exposure sent her heart racing, and she squeezed his hand tighter.

As they walked further along his hand spent more and more time wandering between her ass, sliding his finger forward till it sat between her lips. She knew then her wetness would give her away. He pulled her to the side of the path next to two big trees and kissed her firmly, pulling her tight so her breasts were crushed against his chest. She leant her head back as he slowly kissed down her neck and tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. He brought up his finger,

and overcome with lust she sucked her own juices from it.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the path. Again he rested his hand on her ass, making no attempt now to let the short dress cover her. She felt the familiar blush rising again as a cyclist pedaled past them from behind. What must he have seen! She couldn't believe she was behaving like this. She couldn't believe how intoxicating it felt.

By now they'd reached a tunnel. Dusk was falling quickly and her eyes took some adjusting as they entered the half light. They weren't more than 20 meters in before he pulled her to him again and kissed her, pressing his body against hers. For the first time she felt how hard he was.

"Kneel down". There it was again, that authoritative tone, that assuredness that she would obey. She couldn't resist it. By now the thoughts of being caught were gone. As she sank to her knees all she could think of was getting that cock into her mouth. He was hard, and she was pleased to find also very wet. His precum smeared across her cheek as she licked him before taking him deep into her mouth. She felt so reckless, so wanton, and it had her at the brink of orgasm.

At this point he pulled her up and kissed her again, full and firm on her mouth. "Turn around." He spun her, pushed her hard against the cool stone and returned to kissing her neck. She felt him nestled between her tight cheeks, and she stood on her tiptoes to allow him to slide into her soaking wet pussy. She felt so full and she drove her hips against him as he thrust harder and harder into her. His arm across her arched back pressed her against the wall, roughly stimulating her breasts as she pumped up and down on his cock.

With great satisfaction she heard his breathing become ragged as he growled in her ear "I'm gonna cum, oh god I'm going to flood you".

She could handle no more, and they came together in a thundering orgasm. She felt him spasm as he leaned against her, still inside her. Still in public. Still on display. It felt delicious. As he eventually pulled out of her she felt cum ooze onto her thigh. She reached down to wipe it but he grabbed her wrist and pulled it away. "No. We've got to walk now. Good girl."

Unbelievable. As she adjusted her hair she felt more cum dribbling out of her, down both thighs now. Linking her arm in his, they walked the rest of the way home like that. They passed various other walkers and cyclists. If only they knew that this gorgeous girl has just been thoroughly fucked in a dark tunnel and was now walking home with no underwear under her short little dress and a load of cum leaking from her tight little pussy.

Good girl indeed.