So, I am walking down the street holding the hand of a beautiful woman who, just five minutes previously, had her hand down the back of my jeans caressing my lace panty-covered arse and finger fucking my asshole. The once hot cum in the front of my panties is now cooling against the front of my crotch as I try my best to walk, still weak at the knees, down the street.
I am still unable to believe the brazen way in which Emmy just had me like that in the darkened corner of a public bar, yet here we are walking back to my house so that she can "take a closer look at the mess I made in my beautiful panties". I breathe a heavy sigh, almost in relief, as we get further away from the pub and it is just Emmy and me walking alone. We shoot each other a look and and a smile.
"Alright, Humph?" Emmy asks.
"Yes, Emmy, although I have a rather cold crotch!" I jest, highlighting the cooling breeze on the front of my damp jeans.
"Well, I look forward to thawing you out when we get back to yours!" Emmy says enthusiastically. "Have we come the right way?" she asks.
"Yes, I just wanted to come back the secluded route as I wanted to minimise the chance of anyone seeing my damp crotch!" I say as we turn the corner and head across the park.
"Oh, Humph! That is nothing honey, ha! No-one can see that," she says giggling.