0 comments/ 12134 views/ 10 favorites Mariana Ch. 03: New York City By: elgemowtf After the experience in the mall (see Chapter 1) and a hot visit to the woods (Chapter 2), Derek and Mariana found themselves frustrated by wanting to spend more time together and push the relationship further. But, they basically had nowhere to go that would not raise suspicion from their co-workers or families. They were trying to be discrete at work, so the opportunities for them to spend time alone together were few and far between. They made the best of it that they could, stealing time away by going for walks. But, to reduce suspicion, they could not do this often, and even when they did, the most they could do was a bit of heavy petting. Even a trip to the nearby woods seemed dangerous now. They were both sick of logistics when Mariana mentioned her impending conference away to New York City. It came with a hotel room. "Maybe I could come," Derek joked. "That would be awesome," Mariana said. "Just think, we'd could be in a city where no one knows us. We could walk down the street holding hands. Anything could happen." Her eyes sparked. Derek could tell that she wanted to make the joke into reality. "Let me see what I can do," he said. Two days later, Derek passed Mariana in the hallway. "Let's go to New York," he said. "I have the green light." He enjoyed seeing the surprise and excitement on Mariana's face. She was a bit apprehensive about going too fast, but it certainly beat being frustrated constantly by circumstance! They promised to meet up in the city. He got her cell phone number. Mariana thought of how much fun they could have and was genuinely excited. The trip could not come soon enough. - That fateful morning, while Mariana was packing for the trip, she received a text that from Derek at home. "School girl outfit, stockings, buttons. Shave. No panties" The text was so stark. Her heart started beating faster. She was not sure she could pull such an outfit off. And did he just ask her to shave? "Shave what?" she texted back. She could play coy when she wanted. "Shave EVERYTHING." It was not like Mariana had never shaved her privates before. But the thought of Derek seeing her completely bare sent a shiver through her whole body. And what he planned to do with her if she complied... - Mariana had to search for an outfit that would match "school girl". She had a pleated skirt that was in the pile for when she lost weight. Trying it on, she found that it fit, with even a little room to spare. Woot! The top was more of a problem. What qualified? She went through a few sexy blouses, but they just did not seem right. She closed her eyes, trying to form a mental picture. And then it came to her. A white, button down, plain shirt was the answer. She appraised herself in the mirror. It was cute, in a safe sort of way. She cupped her bra, raising up her breasts. "Maybe if I wore a push-up," she thought. She unfastened her bra and removed it without taking off the shirt. One bra after another was rejected before she even tried them on. She was getting discouraged when her reflection in the mirror caught her eye. The shirt was pretty tame with a bra under it, but without, it was a fetishist's wet dream. It was somewhat transparent in just the right light. When her nipples got hard, as they were now, you could clearly see them. You could even see a hint of her dark areola. "Can I really wear that?" She grabbed a vest from her closet and pulled it on. With it on, it was not too bad. "Mmmm," she purred as she ran her hands down her sides, feeling how her breasts felt in the shirt. "Definitely a keeper." "And now for the legs," she said to herself. The lingerie drawer had just the right pair of nylons she was searching for. They were white and partially see through, ending high up on her thigh. The top was lacy. Putting them on made her feel sexy. Appraising herself in the mirror, Mariana almost did not recognize the woman staring back at her. She was hot! The combination of innocent and naughty definitely added to the allure. And now for Derek's text request. Mariana took off each piece of clothing and placed it on the bed. She did it slowly, sensually, like a strip tease. She imagined Derek watching her. It was like a little preview of things to come, she thought. Entering the bathroom, she turned on the water for a steamy shower. She turned up the temperature to just below scalding level. Shaving with hot water reduced the incidence of ingrown hairs, she found. Plus, The hot water felt good against her skin. It was almost like she needed it to match her internal temperature, and right now she was running a bit hot. She spent the better part of the next thirty minutes shaving her legs, her vagina, and even her ass. It aroused her to feel the shaving cream slide over her skin. The slick sensation of her bare privates was incredible. And it was just so ... naughty. It was difficult to not wildly masturbate in the shower. She was so incredibly horny by the time she was finished that she could honestly use another one immediately! When she glanced down, she could clearly see her puffy lips. The slit running down was completely visible. It was nearly obscene how exposed it felt. She could not deny that it also turned her on. She was impatient to "field test" it. She giggled to herself. Putting on the outfit was easier now that she was "en fuego". In fact, she decided not to include the vest at all. She talked herself into thinking the shirt was not so revealing. But part of her knew exactly what she was showing and it made her nipples stiff and hard, straining against the thin material. The skirt was not long, about mid-thigh. She still had not put any panties on, and her newly shaved pubis felt exposed. Looking over her shoulder in the mirror, she bent down, trying to tell if someone would see her ass. It was difficult to be sure, but it was probably covered. Mariana breathed deeply. "I can do this," she said to the sex kitten in the mirror. She grabbed her bag and headed out to catch her train to New York. As she waited on the platform for the train to arrive, Mariana was constantly smoothing down her skirt. It was nerve wracking with the outfit she was wearing. When it arrived, she found a nice spot in the quiet car, read a novel, and tried to relax. During the trip, she and Derek exchanged texts to arrange for a spot to meet when she arrived in the city. It helped settle her down a little and get excited about the time away. - Mariana waited anxiously under the clock at Grand Central Station. He had sent her a text for them to meet at the station. She felt sexy as she stood there noticing all the businessmen giving her an extra glance as they rushed to catch their trains. One particular man approached with dark sunglasses. Even behind the eyewear, she could tell he was staring. She was getting a little uncomfortable when he stopped and continued looking directly at her. Then he approached again and she recognized him. It was Derek. He stopped about ten feet away and checked her out, quite overtly. His eyes paused at her breasts and hard nipples, his eyebrows raising. They continued their journey down to her pleated skirt and lacy stockings. His expression revealed distinct approval. His appraisal made her feel a little flushed and already a little wet between her legs. He gave her a nice hug and a kiss, telling her how much he liked what she was wearing. She smiled up at him. He took her by the hand and headed for the entrance to the subway. They boarded the number 6 train, heading downtown. It was Saturday, fairly early, and yet it was still pretty crowded. Derek and Mariana had to stand up as there were no two seats that were together. Derek stood close to her, and just a touch behind. He felt her back, scratching it lightly. Mariana arched it like a cat and made a mock "purring" noise. It got a smile out him. As Mariana stared off in the distance, Derek's hand strayed downward-feeling her ass over her skirt. The action was just slightly over the line in public, but her anonymity made her feel more secure. Besides, it was still well within acceptable behavior. At the next stop, even more people crowded in and barely anyone got off the train. Mariana was forced to get closer to him, though she did not mind much. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and held her close. Anyone observing them would have just seen two people enjoying each other's company. "Just three more stops until Union Square," Derek murmured in her ear. As the train slowed for the next stop, Mariana leaned back against him. She felt his hips press into her from behind lightly. He was hard, very hard. He pressed his erection between her ass cheeks through her skirt. Mariana was nervous, yet extremely turned on at the same time. As the train stopped and the doors opened, she realized that no one was paying any attention to them. Everyone around them was a stranger. It made her relax. Anonymity definitely has its privileges. She turned her head, kissed him, and said "mmm." Only he could hear her. Derek started to ease his grip on her, but Mariana actually pushed her ass backwards into him-signaling that she was completely OK with what he was doing. He wrapped his arms firmly around her and held her tight. Mariana soaked in the warm embrace. He just held her, making her feel safe and warm. It felt nice. The train lurched awkwardly at the next stop. Mariana stumbled a bit and fell into Derek. He caught her, moving his hands down to her hips to keep her steady. Using the opportunity to his full advantage, she could feel Derek's hand slide under her skirt and squeeze her hip and then her ass! It was so fast that she barely noticed the grope and it was gone. Oddly, she was disappointed that it disappeared instead of worrying about what people might have seen. They continued riding along in a sexually charged silence. Each knew that uttering a word would break the spell. She felt his hand on her waist, lightly stroking. All the energy from the morning shower slammed into Mariana all at once. She wanted more. She took Derek's hand and moved it back under her skirt on her hip... holding it there. They swayed together to the rhythm of the train. Derek was momentarily taken aback by her actions. But, the subway train was so crowded that it gave them a measure of privacy. People were packed in enough to shield the action below the waist. He ground his pelvis firmly into her. He whispered in her ear, "I should fuck you on this train in front of the whole world." Her breath caught. Her body froze. "Oh my..." she said back, shivering. He pulled Mariana toward him tighter. She wondered if he was serious. Was their first time doing "it" going to be on a train? Was she ready for that? Examining her feelings, she was not sure that is what she wanted. But the part of her that had started to drip fluid down her thigh certainly thought it was a fine idea. She was just trying to decide what to say... "But, I don't feel like getting arrested today," he said, rescuing her from her thoughts. They both chuckled. She felt just a little sense of loss. She really was quite horny! "It would be so easy, though." Derek continued after a slight pause. "I could slip my cock out through my zipper, lift your skirt just enough, and slide in to your warm..." Derek moved his hand inward on her hip. "Wet." He moved his hand closer. "Pussy," he hissed and his fingered stroked her lightly. It actually made contact with her pussy under the skirt. The sensation was incredible. Mariana was caught up in the moment. Her body rocked side to side. She was starting to lose control. The Union Square, 14th St. station call echoed over the loud speaker. Derek's hand withdrew from under her skirt. Again, Mariana had this inner conflict. She wanted his hand to stay! This was their destination, though. Mariana broke herself from the sexual trance. Derek put his hand on the small of her back and they shuffled forward with the crowd to the open train door. The wink of a stranger caught her attention. The man was standing on the other side of the doorway where they had stood during their ride. His smirk revealed that he had witnessed much of what they had done, despite the crowd. Mariana felt her cheeks burn as they exited the train. Still, the thought of him watching also made her feel even more tingly. They climbed the stairs upward and out to Union Square. - The station exit from the subway left them on the southeast corner of Union Square Park. Mariana noticed that the park sported a small amount of greenery clustered along one side of a gritty urban plaza. It reminded her of the piazzas in Italy. Derek held her hand and led her into the Park, walking almost due north past the large central fountain. There were tons of people everywhere. On their left, there were some dog walkers exercising their pets and socializing with one another. To their right, were kids playing in a tiny playground. They continued walking, passing endless rows of benches. Each bench was occupied, some by the ever present homeless population, another by a hipster couple enjoying a coffee and a sandwich. Mariana felt Derek stroke her hand. It was a sensual touch that kept her warm. She was still turned on from the subway ride over, so it did not take much to maintain that feeling. They were just about half way through the park. They saw kids playing off in a tiny playground. Both her and Derek enjoyed the true city experience of watching the mad cross-section of people: there were people of all ages, nationalities, genders, incomes, and interests. The artists were out in force. Several of dubious talent had set up stalls. One man has some painted works that were not half bad though. They browsed, but did not stop. Toward the north end of the park, they noticed one extraordinary artist using chalk to create a fairly realistic 3-D rendering of a pit into hell on the sidewalk. It was the best rendering of sidewalk art that Derek had ever seen, so he stopped to watch for a little while, joining the crowd. Mariana happily held Derek's hand and watched the man work. He put his arm around her waist and it felt wonderful. There was no worry at all that a coworker or mutual acquaintance would walk around the corner and catch them. The artist put his finishing touches on his rendering, and peered up at the crowd, receiving applause. He put out a box to collect tip money. As change and dollar bills went into the box, Mariana noticed the man giving her the once over. She was sincerely flattered. He was a young man, maybe early twenties, quite fit and tan from being outside. His smile confirmed what she thought, that he was checking her out. And then she calculated the angle from where he was sitting on the sidewalk and realized he could see up her skirt! She whispered something to Derek, who just smiled and shook his head. He pulled out his wallet and sauntered over to the box. He made eye contact with the artist, tossed in a five dollar bill, and kept walking. Mariana quickly followed, but noticed the man tracking her as she went by. Then she heard an intake of breath. Glancing down, his face was only a foot away peering directly upward. She knew he could see her bare, hairless pussy. She stumbled slightly and nearly fell. Derek came back for her and held her hand again. Mariana was so strongly aroused by the encounter she felt slightly light-headed. Her juices were definitely flowing! - They walked out of the northern side of the park. Derek steered Mariana towards the Barnes & Noble bookstore. "Shall we go in and have a latte," he asked. Ever since Derek had introduced her to this foamy coffee drink, she found herself loving it. She quickly nodded. He opened the door for her. As she passed through, his hand patted her behind and touched her hip. The touches sent thrills through her body. All this stimulation was making her crazy. They browsed around the store for a bit, with Derek continuing to sneak feels. When his hands grazed the side of her breasts, she could not help but moan slightly. It was nearly obscene how much her nipples shown through the thin white fabric. They stopped at the Romance section. He chose a novel for her: one of those bodice ripping stories. When she looked inquisitively at him, he just shrugged and smiled. Derek excused himself, saying he needed to use the restroom. He handed her the book and walked to the left of the cafe. "Please order two and I will meet you," he said. Mariana stepped into the cafe. Several people gave her a once (or twice) over as she strutted by. The attention was definitely going to her head. - When Derek returned, he picked up one of the drinks off the table and sat down two tables away, just a bit off to the side but facing her. Mariana did not understand what was going on. Did he not like the table she chose? She was just gathering her stuff to go sit with him when she got a text. "Stay right there," the text read. His line of sight was slightly past her. He nodded, acknowledging what he had just sent. She settled back down at the table. "What is he doing?" she wondered. "Do as I ask, Mariana." Another text from Derek read. "Or I will go over there, bend you over my knee, and spank your bare bottom." Mariana could imagine Derek doing just that in her mind's eye. It made her blush, deeply. It also started a tingling down below. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" she responded. His smile as he read his phone was her answer. She heard the "ding" of an incoming text. "Spread your legs, just a little. Like you are tired of holding them together and think the table provides cover." Mariana started to get the sense of what Derek wanted. She glanced around. Plenty of people were nearby. Some lonely men with a book in front of them, some couples, and an assortment of others. She was willing to play his game for a little while. "Do I spread my legs wide enough for you to see everything?" "Mmmm hmmm... eventually," Derek responded. She shook her head slightly. She saw him frown. "Now, now, Mariana, play along like a good girl. Or would you like to be a NAUGHTY girl instead?" Mariana was conflicted. She was embarrassed, wary of receiving the wrong type of attention. But, she was also extremely turned on. "What could it hurt to show him?" she thought. So, she twisted her legs directly in line with him and them, giving Derek a clear view up her skirt. "Ding." Her cheeks flamed. She was reluctant to read the message that he had just sent her. But, her curiosity got the best of her. "I see your bald pussy. If I am not mistaken, the slit is glistening." She glanced down at her lap and across to where he sat. Did he really see her? The expression on his face said that he did. "That is hot," she thought. The novel she was supposedly reading was propped in front of her. It may as well have been written in Chinese, her focus was elsewhere and the words just did not penetrate. She felt her temperature rise, the heat seeming to radiate out from her, especially from between her legs. "I think others see you too. It makes me very hard." Her legs snapped shut. She glanced around, trying to confirm what he had just told her. There were a few eyes that quickly averted themselves away from her. Perhaps he was telling the truth. Her breath quickened. Part of her wanted to stop this right now. It was nearly a panicked flight response. Showing Derek was one thing, but she was nervous about everyone else. A conversation started to form in her mind. She was going to explain to Derek how this had been fun and exciting up to this point, but it had gone far enough. The whole thing was getting firmed up in her mind. She made eye contact with him... and what she was going to say was just gone. Mariana Ch. 03: New York City Derek stared at her with a heat and intensity that was palpable. His entire being seemed poised. It was like a predator that gets still just before leaping on the prey. She was that deer. Except, she wanted him to catch her, to jump her, to eat her... She muttered a barely audible "oh" as that image ran through her mind. The itch between her legs grew. The desire to show was overwhelming her reluctance. Her entire adult life had been spent preventing the perverts from getting a peak. But, now she was deliberately overriding that defense. Her mind and her pussy had a war. She shifted from side to side in her seat, a reflection of the inner struggle. The movement made for some interesting reveals of what lay underneath. Finally, she decided to trust Derek. He had taken her this far. Each step along the way was difficult, but traversing it always was wonderful in retrospect. Mariana texted back, "Sweet. Mmmm." Her nipples were painfully erect. Each breath moved her shirt and seemed to stroke them. Her areola actually showed slightly through the thin white cloth. She bowed her head quickly to narrow her world to a small bubble. Ding! "Your tits are amazing. Your pussy is edible," Derek texted. "I'm pretty sure fatty at your 7 o’clock is going to mess his pants." She spared a quick peek that way and saw the man. His eyes were locked on her legs. He was sporting a considerable bulge in his pants. The confirmation of an onlooker should have stopped her right there. Instead, she started to feel the impulse to expose everything, to get even higher... Mariana texted back, "Lol. I just want YOU to mess your pants. Does turning everyone on when they look at me turn you on?" A smile lit Derek's face as he nodded. His grin was infectious. What nervousness she felt faded with that smile. Derek sent, "Look around, avoiding everyone's stares. Then nervously move your hands down to your lap. Pretend to read." Mariana shifted, sending her eyes around the cafe, deliberately skipping over the man she had seen earlier. She noted, even with the poor scan, that she had snagged the attention of two others. One man who was sitting with his wife, pretending to read a magazine, but instead gazing past it at her. The other was a young boy, maybe 18, glasses... your classic nerd that was playing with his smart phone. Was he taking her picture? "Oh my god, this is crazy," Mariana thought. "Since you have your head down, everyone can enjoy the show without fear of getting caught," the incoming text read. Mariana closed her eyes briefly, picturing how she must appear to them. Her braless breasts straining the buttons on her shirt, the little pleated skirt reaching to mid-thigh, the stockings ending in lace. The words that matched her mind's image were: slut, trollop, whore. Saying each of these words to herself made her pussy pulse in response. It was throbbing. The last of her reluctance left her. Her only thoughts now were purely sexual. She wondered when she could drag Derek somewhere private and fuck him. Derek was relentless with his texts: "Rub yourself through your skirt, sneaky like." Mariana received the text. The novel she was supposedly reading was a trashy hard-cover romance, complete with a picture of a half-naked woman embracing a bare chested adonis. She pretended to read it, seemingly turned on by the contents inside. Her hand gingerly rubbed herself through her skirt on the outside. "MMmmm," she sent to Derek. She was being careful, sneaking the feels, moving slowly so as not to draw attention. Her glance at the married man caught him staring intently at the hand on her lap. "You think you are being all slick, but I can see you." Derek sent. Her cheeks briefly turned red. And that blush faded to be replaced by a flush. She could not believe how horny she was... "Check out the area around you one more time. Do a bad job of it. You're going to win an Oscar for this." Derek's text made her laugh. He knew how to put her at ease. Mariana smiled down and texted, "LOL." A movement to her right caught her eye. She noticed the married man that had been voyeuring her chasing after his wife, who was angrily walking away. It did not take a detective to deduce that he had been caught staring. Mariana was amused by the side show. Derek sent, "Then sneak your hand under the skirt. Caress it." Even knowing that she had other spectators, Mariana did not hesitate this time. "I'de love to." Her hand that had been on the outside played with the edge of her skirt lying on her thighs. She slowly moved her hand from her bare thigh, up over her hip, up to the top and back. The second time it made this trip, her hand moved to the waistband. Her fingers traced along the hemline, from her right hip to just below her navel. Peering around again, deliberately missing everyone actually watching, her hand followed her fingers into her skirt. Her palm flattened, slipping inside. Extending her arm an inch at a time, she made contact with the top of her shaved mound. Slowly, deliberately, she slid her middle finger between her lips. Derek texted her, "You are clearly turned on now." Mariana grinned, "Shocking." "It feels so good," she texted, "warm and wet and so, so, smooth." The surprise on Derek's face when he read her text made her chuckle. "I bet he was not expecting that," she thought. The finger stroked her clitoris with just the tip. Her juices were dripping down her thighs enough for to have a slight worry in the back of her mind about leaving a puddle! "Fiddle with your shirt buttons," Derek ordered. Her finger was still stroking, making her not care about anyone around her. She just wanted to go higher... and higher... "Mmmmm, ok." The text broke her slightly out of her trance. She really did not want to let go of her pussy. So instead, her other hand stood the hard-cover open and then released it. It managed to stay open. For some reason, it was important for her to maintain the illusion of having the novel be the source of her behavior to the spectators. Marianna self-consciously played with the buttons as instructed. Her hand brushed against her nipple, and she could not resist giving it a little squeeze. Almost without realizing it she unbuttoned first one, and then two buttons. More and more of her cleavage was revealed. "I can see you breathing hard," read his message. "Yes... I am," Marianna replied. She read his next text message twice, not fully able to absorb it the first time. "You have quite the appreciative audience. Lots of erections." She texted back, "Lol." The last thing on her mind was laughter, though. She was the center of attention. And she was loving it. She spared a glance at Derek. He had his hand on his lap, deliberately stroking his hard cock where she could see. "Can you see me rubbing my cock? How far will you go? Will you put a finger inside?" He asked. Her mouth watered. The urge to suck his cock right there was ... wow... "I can see you and it's making me want to touch myself more," she answered. The incoming text came in an instant. "Do it. Touch yourself." It was like Mariana was in a dream. In fact, she started to convince herself that is exactly what this was. It was a necessary mental defense to protect her from embarrassment. She need not be shy in her dreams. Mariana sent him, "Sliding my fingers ever so slightly along my lips." Her actions soon gave truth to this message. Derek could see her wetness clearly through her slightly parted legs. Derek coaxed her on, "Mmmm... I see. Can you see how I had to adjust? My head is poking up out of the top of my pants." She looked past her book to Derek's table. He was sitting slightly slouched. It was clear that he was fully erect. She wondered if others were watching him? And yes, there at the top of his pants, she could see just the slightest bit of pink. "Yes... makes me hotter," she sent him. She was having trouble forming coherent sentences. Just texting while touching herself was a challenge. She saw him shift, unsnapping his pants. He unzipped just a little. His cock head appeared briefly, plus a bit of his shaft. The shirt he was wearing quickly covered it. "Just my shirt hides it from everyone." Derek sent her. The thought of his erection so close to being out in the open made her wild. Also, it made her want to top his behavior. Her hand went just a little further. Surveying the audience, she noticed the boy with the glasses abandoning the pretext of not watching her. They made eye contact. He was like a deer stuck in the headlights, his eyes got really big. She held up her wet finger to her lips and made a "ssshh" gesture. Her attention moved away before she scared him off. Her hand returned to her lap, the tip of her middle finger caressing the outer lips. She took her index and ring finger and spread herself. What a naughty feeling that was! "Parting my lips to give you a better view." Derek was rubbing his cock discretely through his shirt. His hand wrapped around it and pumped. "I can't quite see... I think you'll have to open your legs a little more," he sent. "Okay.. let me spread myself open to you," Mariana said. She started to adjust her legs, preparing to give him an even more unobstructed view. "To us," Derek sent. At first, Mariana thought he meant her and Derek. That did not make any sense. And then she realized it was Derek and the anonymous audience. "He wants me to show everyone!" This was it. This was the moment. Was she ready to show the world? She wondered how it would feel. She had come this far. Again her other hand reached up and squeezed her breast. Her third button was unfastened. Only one poor overworked button remained. Her cleavage was so open now, you could see the underside of her breasts. She texted him, "Blushing." And she was. Her legs spread open. She went as wide as she dared, and then just a little wider. The cool air hitting her pussy was like an electric current. It made her whole body shudder. "Wow, I can see pink. You are flooded." Derek sent her. She could tell. "Mmmm," she sent back. Derek was locked onto the sight of Mariana's hairless vagina, her lips clearly visible and her slit slightly parted. Even from a couple tables away, she was obviously wet. A slight shine on her lips and thighs confirmed that. His mouth watered. He continued to slowly stroke his cock. He spared a glance up to her eyes to confirm that she was watching him. Derek sent another text. "Close your eyes... count to twenty... in that time, touch yourself, forgetting that we are all watching... leering..." Mariana read the message. Each word hammered into her brain. Especially the choice of the word "leering". She hesitated. Her pulse beat faster. Derek's heart also was racing as he watched Mariana. He wondered if she would shut him down right here, right now. Her hand came out of her skirt at the top. Derek felt a moment of disappointment, but understood. He started to adjust himself, preparing to stand. He figured she would stop. Instead, he saw her close her eyes. Her mouth was forming silent words. He could not quite make out what she was saying, and then he understood: she was counting. "One ... two... three...," she said. The hand that was inside her skirt moved under it instead. The fabric pulled high up her thigh, nearly revealing her most private area to any who glanced her way. Derek saw a few more men that had noticed Mariana and were watching. "Four, five, six," he saw her mouth the words. Her spread legs revealed here slick lips. Mariana stroked the outside between the "five" and "six" or her silent count. Her fingers dove into the top of her pussy, making contact where her clit. Her chest arched, her breasts straining against the last button in her shirt. Derek could actually see the side of her nipple through the opening. He started to rub his erection faster. "Nine, ten, eleven..." Derek had been so engrossed in what she was doing with her hands that he missed some numbers. Her fingers were moving faster. She was breathing heavily. Derek could not believe it. "Twelve, thirteen, fourteen..." Mariana continued, her left hand reaching up to gently squeeze her breast. "Fifteen," gasp. "Sixteen," gasp. Each step towards twenty was a struggle for her. "Eighteen," she barely could form the word. Mariana's body started to shudder. Her right hand held her clitoris in a death grip, frozen while she shook. The left one was actually under her shirt and grasping her nipple! The orgasm washed over her in waves. She had the most difficult time not making any noise. It was probably the hardest thing she ever had done. Even so, her gasps were not fully inaudible. She did not quite make twenty. Her eyes remained closed, her body slowly relaxing. Her fingers were buried in her pussy still. She slowly released herself, bringing her hand back onto the table. "Ding" she heard her phone. "Oh my, did you just cum?" she read, opening her eyes. Quite a few people were openly gawking at her. Mostly men, but also a couple of women. One was even an old lady who had the cutest shocked expression. She nodded, still looking down. She was mortified. They had to get out of here. Derek texted her, "You are so hot. Fatty came in his pants five minutes ago and I am worried about the geek's heart." She gathered her purse quickly and stood up. The romance book remained on the table. There was no way she was going to wait in line to buy it! Not after putting on that show. The geek was glassy eyed when she dared to check on him. When they made eye contact, she smiled at him. His head ducked down with embarrassment, like a kid caught doing something naughty. Mariana detoured past him and paused at his chair. She bent down and whispered in his ear, running her hand onto his shoulder, and then quickly moving away. The young man grinned and headed for the men's room. Derek suspected that he needed to relieve some built up pressure. "What was that about?" Derek asked when she joined him. Multiple people watched them leave. Derek almost expected a spontaneous ovation for her as she left the stage. He held the door for her to the outside. Mariana exited the bookstore. "I told him 'Thank you for being such an appreciative audience.'" She laughed. Derek laughed with her, holding her hand as they walked along the sidewalk. Even the mild skin-to-skin contact made her start to feel aroused again. It was amazing his hold over her. He lifted their hands to his mouth, kissing hers. It was sweet. And then he put her finger in his mouth and sucked on it. "That was incredible, Mariana. You taste amazing. I cannot wait until I get my next taste." Derek told her. He pulled her hand to the top of his pants, where his cock was still sticking out, covered only by his shirt. "You did that." She felt proud. And then all the mortification was gone. She no longer cared what those people thought of her. This trip was going to fun and exciting. In fact, she lifted up the back of her skirt and showed a couple of college students her ass. "Nice," she heard as they walked away, holding hands. (to be continued)