floor, he nuzzled her skirt up, so the fabric did not interfere with the thirsty lavings of his tongue. It was a bit of a shock at first, but she quickly discovered the feel of cool water licked from her bare thigh by a warm tongue did amazing things to her pussy.
Tino quickly lost interest in the popcorn and the water and found his way to his favourite thing to eat. She made little effort to dissuade him, grinding her arse deep into the plush seat, sliding down until she could open her legs enough to give her Pet unhindered access. He nuzzled and nibbled the minuscule crotch of her thong out of the way until she was bare and gaping for the long sensuous explorations of his tongue and the suckling and nibbling of the path up to her straining clit. She curled her fingers in his hair and held him to her with one hand while the other worked its way into her blouse, into her bra to play with her tits.
After she came, she commanded him back into the seat next to her. Then she opened his trousers and teased out his heavy erection. There was no easy way she could take him in her mouth without getting onto the floor herself, so she licked her palm until it was slick with her saliva and took him in her fisted hand. She loved the way his body tensed, the way his hips shifted and rotated to get the best benefit from her tightening grip. She loved the way he closed his hand around hers lightly as though he feared she might stop pleasuring him. He was amazingly quiet in his thrustings. She wondered at times if he was holding his breath. She slid one hand into her bag to find a handkerchief as he drew near his release, but her timing was off, and with a convulsive jerk he shot his wad against the back of the empty seat in front of him. It was an act that made them both snigger quietly behind their hands, an act that made her hot all over again.
‘You should have used the loo in the cinema,’ she whispered next to his ear. ‘The manual said you would. It specifically said that you were OK to use public toilets when we’re on an outing.’ When she had gone to the ladies after the film, he had refused the gents, and now, just a few blocks down the street, he was holding himself rather rudely. Though the street was fairly deserted, it still was a bit embarrassing.
She looked around, frantic to find a private corner where he could relieve himself. She wasn’t 100 per cent sure that if he got desperate enough, or mischievous enough, he might not just whip it out and have a pee right there on the street like some sodding drunk. ‘There. That’s a good place.’ Between a sandwich shop and a shoe repair, both closed for the night, she pointed to an alley cluttered with dumpsters. ‘Go on. Do it there. I’ll wait here.’
Still holding himself, shifting from foot to foot, he held her gaze expectantly for a few seconds as though he wanted her to go with him. But when she folded her arms across her chest and huffed at him, he trotted off between the dumpsters to get on with it.
She had always been a little shy about toilet protocol, even though he clearly was not. It was one part of the total Pet experience that she was quite happy not to share with him. She concentrated on the surroundings, taking in the night sounds, any of the night sounds that didn’t involve her Pet peeing behind a dumpster. She watched a hen party complete with sparkly headbands and fake feather boas trundle into the off-licence across the street laughing drunkenly. The bride, in a flimsy gauze veil, stumbled and nearly fell off her nose-bleed heels as one of her girlfriends shoved a shiny pink dildo in her face. They all laughed hysterically.
Stella was so caught up in the antics of the hen party that she didn’t hear the man approach until he spoke.
‘You all by yourself, luv?’ The words came only seconds before an arm snaked around her waist and jerked her back against a thick body that smelt of stale curry and lack of soap. His fetid breath came in hot
Tino quickly lost interest in the popcorn and the water and found his way to his favourite thing to eat. She made little effort to dissuade him, grinding her arse deep into the plush seat, sliding down until she could open her legs enough to give her Pet unhindered access. He nuzzled and nibbled the minuscule crotch of her thong out of the way until she was bare and gaping for the long sensuous explorations of his tongue and the suckling and nibbling of the path up to her straining clit. She curled her fingers in his hair and held him to her with one hand while the other worked its way into her blouse, into her bra to play with her tits.
After she came, she commanded him back into the seat next to her. Then she opened his trousers and teased out his heavy erection. There was no easy way she could take him in her mouth without getting onto the floor herself, so she licked her palm until it was slick with her saliva and took him in her fisted hand. She loved the way his body tensed, the way his hips shifted and rotated to get the best benefit from her tightening grip. She loved the way he closed his hand around hers lightly as though he feared she might stop pleasuring him. He was amazingly quiet in his thrustings. She wondered at times if he was holding his breath. She slid one hand into her bag to find a handkerchief as he drew near his release, but her timing was off, and with a convulsive jerk he shot his wad against the back of the empty seat in front of him. It was an act that made them both snigger quietly behind their hands, an act that made her hot all over again.
‘You should have used the loo in the cinema,’ she whispered next to his ear. ‘The manual said you would. It specifically said that you were OK to use public toilets when we’re on an outing.’ When she had gone to the ladies after the film, he had refused the gents, and now, just a few blocks down the street, he was holding himself rather rudely. Though the street was fairly deserted, it still was a bit embarrassing.
She looked around, frantic to find a private corner where he could relieve himself. She wasn’t 100 per cent sure that if he got desperate enough, or mischievous enough, he might not just whip it out and have a pee right there on the street like some sodding drunk. ‘There. That’s a good place.’ Between a sandwich shop and a shoe repair, both closed for the night, she pointed to an alley cluttered with dumpsters. ‘Go on. Do it there. I’ll wait here.’
Still holding himself, shifting from foot to foot, he held her gaze expectantly for a few seconds as though he wanted her to go with him. But when she folded her arms across her chest and huffed at him, he trotted off between the dumpsters to get on with it.
She had always been a little shy about toilet protocol, even though he clearly was not. It was one part of the total Pet experience that she was quite happy not to share with him. She concentrated on the surroundings, taking in the night sounds, any of the night sounds that didn’t involve her Pet peeing behind a dumpster. She watched a hen party complete with sparkly headbands and fake feather boas trundle into the off-licence across the street laughing drunkenly. The bride, in a flimsy gauze veil, stumbled and nearly fell off her nose-bleed heels as one of her girlfriends shoved a shiny pink dildo in her face. They all laughed hysterically.
Stella was so caught up in the antics of the hen party that she didn’t hear the man approach until he spoke.
‘You all by yourself, luv?’ The words came only seconds before an arm snaked around her waist and jerked her back against a thick body that smelt of stale curry and lack of soap. His fetid breath came in hot
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