"Mmmm, she's cute." Jerimy murmured, his warm hand stroking up and down the length of Jenel's bare thigh left uncovered by her short black skirt.
Jenel wrinkled her nose. "Can we say 'slut'?"
"Isn't that what we're looking for?"
"Not something that's been used more than a public bathroom." Jenel grinned, throwing her lover a look.
Jerimy's green eyes roved her over appreciatively. "I say we don't need her. Let's go home so I can fuck you like nothing else."
"Stop it. You know you want to do this just as much as I do. How about her?" Jenel chastised. Jerimy followed her pointed finger.
The girl Jenel was referring to was about eighteen, give a year, with long, curly brown hair and luminous blue eyes, a slim, curvy body with big tits, wearing tight jeans, low-cut sweater and a certain look about her that sent chills through Jenel's body. Arrogant, like she knew she was too good for some people, haughty. Didn't bother to return smiles, hellos, just stood off-limits and icy, untouchable.
Or so she thought.
Jerimy's hand slid farther up her skirt, fingers brushing lightly against her naked, shaved pussy lips, which were already very warm and damp. Jenel inhaled sharply, pushing her hips into his fingers, rotating as he found her clit.
"You know," Jerimy whispered into his lovers ear, "we're in the middle of a public mall, and my fingers are in your cunt."
Jenel moaned softly. "It makes in twice as good."
To Jenel's disappointment, Jerimy covered up the evidence of his hand up her skirt with his coat, preserving modesty, not because he wasn't turned on his lover's kinkiness, but that was just how Jerimy was. Jenel slid her hand into his lap, tracing a finger along the ridge of the hardened cock underneath his jeans, then pulled the zipper down, slipping her hand inside.
"Jenel..." Jerimy groaned. "Baby, don't do that here."
"Then tell me to stop." Jenel murmured sweetly as her fingers wrapped around his thick shaft and began stroking his length. His middle finger slid inside her tight hole, deeply, finger fucking her, his thumb circling her clit expertly.
A group of college guys, about seven of them, were heading towards them, talking, laughing, and as Jenel watched, one sighted them and nudged one of his buddies. The whole group was soon looking at them, whispering, aware of their activities.
Jenel dragged her index finger over the head of Jerimy's cock and brought it to her mouth, slowly sliding into her mouth, sucking it off as the group watched with big grins. Jerimy pulled his hand away from her pussy and stuck his middle finger into her mouth, letting her suck off her own juice, an evil twinkle in his green eyes.
"I want to play," Jenel whispered, her eyes wandering to the group standing just feet away, then back to the icy slut who intrigued her so much.
"You want her?" Jerimy smiled. "I'll get her."
"Think you can get her? She's ignored everyone who's gone by so far, baby."
"Never doubt me." Jerimy winked, zipping his jeans before standing. "I'll meet you back at my place in twenty minutes."
