2005-06-02 - 1:58 p.m.
I grab on tight around your waist as you zip your bike in and out of traffic trying, it seems, to scare the shit out of me. I've gotten better and more conifdent, but you have to. You squeeze between cars barely slowly down. I feel the laugh in your belly through my hands clutched tight around you. It's a brilliantly warm and sunny day and I'm surprised that you called me. On days like this, you generally troll the beaches looking for some young, well hung cock closer to home. Still, I'm not complaining.
It looks like we're headed downtown. For what? Lap dance? One of our old alleyways because you're feeling sentimental for a quick fuck close to pedestrian traffic? Instead, you pull into the parking garage of the Science Musuem. The kids waiting for their buses outside all stare as you noisy make the turn. The hot bitch in the tight white t-shirt, nipples poking hard through the fabric, and tight ass squeezing jeans. And the guy on the back holding on for dear life.
You grab the ticket from the dispenser and shoot up the ramp, going into a faux skid around the corner. My heart pumps hard. It's 11 on a weekday, so the garage is almost empty. Mostly kids on field trips come at this time. You pass up spot after spot, climbing higher and higher until you reach the top of the garage which open out into the sunlight where you skid into a stop. Kicking the stand out, you dismount easily and rip off your helmet, laughing.
"Ja like that, baby," you grin.
I throw my leg over the side of the bike and stand on shaky legs. When I take off my helmet, my face shines with sweat.
"Yah. Great," I grumble.
You walk around the bike, grabbing the front of my waistband and pull me hard into you.
"I fucking LOVED it," you growl, "You don't know how much it gets me off when you're scared, baby. When you're so dependent on me. Fuuuuuuck." You lean in and kiss me hard, your teeth digging into my bottom lip, hand sliding down the denim covering my cock. "Sopping fucking wet, right now."
You give me a quick shove backwards and survey the almost empty lot. From the hatch on the back of the bike, you pull out a short black leather skirt. Seeing my eyes widen, you laugh, "It's for me, baby, not you. Although...", an evil smile crosses your lips, "I should some day. Parade you around downtown. Cute little ass barely covered. Balls easily accessible. Yeah. That would work."
Still smiling, you slip off your shoes and stand barefoot on the pavement. Keeping your eyes on mine, you slide your hand slowly over your right tit, stopping to lay a finger on the hard nipple before moving ever slowly down. Your finger rests on the button of your jeans which easily slips out of the buttonhole. Your tshirt rises slightly showing off your tight, toned and tanned belly. It's one of my favorite parts of you and I think about my tongue slipping over it, the trails of shiny goose pimples it raise. Your fingers move deftly to the zipper. All around the sounds of construction disappear as I focus on the sound of it ticking down and down exposing more and more skin with no panties or pubic hair to get in the way of the cunt that I put myself through so much for. I raise my eyes to yours and find them glowing.
"Tell me," you whisper.
I stand stupidly in front of you feeling my cock twitching under my shorts. Your eyes burn into mine.
"I worship your cunt. Your pretty, wonderful cunt. I'd do anything just for a taste of it...anything just to put my cock close to. I belong to it."
As I tell you, your fingers slip down, caressing yourself. Your eyes close briefly, your mouth jerking for an instant as you coat your fingers with your precious pussy juice. Regaining your composure, slightly, you slip the finger between your lips sucking hard, cleaning your finger off. You know how much this frustrates me. By now, I want nothing more than to be suffocated by it. I want you straddling my lips, grinding your sweet cunt into my face. I want to drown in you. Instead, you calmly smile.
"Turn around," you tell me curtly and I do. "I want you to think about how all the people in those buildings can see my naked ass." I hear the jeans sliding off you. "How everyone watching can see how pathetic it is that you can't. How you willing turn your back on the hottest pussy they've ever seen. If one of 'em showed up right now, I'd fuck 'em right in front of you. Uh-huh. I would." Looking at the shadow, I watch you lift your legs one by one and free them from your jeans. The sharp, clear outline of your ass and, as you turn around, the defnition of your legs and the delta of your pussy. "I might," you giggle, "make you suck the cum out of my ass."
I see the shadow-you step into the tiny skirt. "You can turn around, baby." The skirt barely covers your pussy and exposes quite a bit of your ass. "Like it? I wanna take you riding like this but not in the city." You crook your finger and walk to the wall over looking the lawn of the Science Museum.
"All these people down there...just playing and having fun...totally unaware of us...wonder if the office workers are watching yet." You turn to face me, your back against the wall, and quickly unzip my shorts. Slipping your hand through you easily wrap it around my hard cock. "Yeah. That's what your good for. So hard so fast. So much nicer and easier than some of these boys. You gotta suck 'em off just to get 'em hard, but you, you slut," you squeeze my cock hard, "you look at me and you're ready." You yank hard the waistband. The button flies off. My shorts fall to my ankles leaving me standing stupidly with my hard on. "Oops," you demure, pushing my onto my knees, resting your left ankle on my shoulder.
Your pussy spreads open before me, wet and glistening, completely bare. Instinctively, my tongue pokes out and you slap my face. "Not yet, slut...if ever. Uh-uh. First, you watch." Placing a finger on either side of the puffy lips, you spread it open for me. A small drop of juice gathers at the bottom, not sure whether to drop or try to make it to your asshole. Your middle finger finds your clit.
"Are..," you croak out, "you my whore? Huh? Tell me, bitch."
My eyes are transfixed on your cunt as your fingernail flicks at your clit. The leg on the ground bends slightly. "Yes, baby." My mouth is dry. I need it, need your cunt, need to make you cum, need whatever you throw at me. "
-to be continued
