5 comments/ 186381 views/ 19 favorites Crowded By: N-joy Last Wednesday I was in Rotterdam for the first visit of the largest cruise ship in the world, the Queen Mary 2. She was awesome, so big you had to step back a lot in order to get the whole ship in one photograph. It was so crowded! The newspapers said later there were 200,000 people, and I believe it! I was there with my brother André who's gay, so we were checking out all the men in there. We usually have the same taste you know. Most of them didn't merit a second look, but there was this one guy who looked so fine! His hair was receding, short, dark streaked with grey. He was about 6' and had a great body, a nice full figure.... André and I had a long discussion about him, all without him knowing of course. I argued I preferred love handles over a guy who smoked, but he said he wouldn't turn Brad Pitt away if he knocked on his door holding a cigarette. Well, I'm not so fond of Brad Pitt, too handsome and he knows it. And I just hate kissing an ashtray! Anyway, the crowds were really thick as the QM2 sailed out again, and I suddenly felt another body pressed up hard against my back. I wanted to turn my head to tell him – or her – it wasn't necessary to come that close to me, but he covered my mouth with his hand and whispered in my ear: "don't scream, don't look, just feel me..." Oh, and I did. I felt something hard press against my butt, and two hands go around me. Startled, I looked to see if André had noticed, but he was standing two steps ahead of me, in a lengthy discussion with another cute guy. In fact everybody's eyes were on the Queen and nobody noticed us. I'm embarrassed to say I didn't cry out right then and there, but the truth is I really liked that feeling, to know this guy was so turned on and apparently wanted me! Well, what can I say, it's been so long ago I guess I reacted to him, melted into his powerful hands. The roving hands found my breasts underneath my blouse and started kneading them, right through my thin bra. I couldn't help leaning into them and moaning silently, nipples suddenly erect and hard. My hands were at my side, pinned down by his arms, and I moved them backward to find his hard-on. God, his jeans were tight! Doesn't that hurt? He stopped me by pressing his body hard against mine, pushing me up against a railing. "just let me be, darling" I heard a husky voice in my ear as he started nibbling on my earlobe and kissing the base of my neck. One hand left my breast to go to the inside of my thighs, pushing them a little apart. My tight skirt hiked up, and I felt my pussy going moist. God, this was exciting! His hand found my little love center, by that time dripping wet. He pushed my thong aside as he explored this unknown territory and went in deep with two fingers. Oh, it was a good thing he held me up or I would have fallen. My belly was against the railing, his hard cock against my buttocks and his hand was massaging my insides as I couldn't help but shiver with pleasure. I had to bite my lips not to cry out loud as I came! Mmmmmmmhhh! As I leaned hard against the railing, trying to come to my senses again, I heard a zipper being undone and the unmistakable tear of a condom wrapper near my head. He kissed the base of my neck as his two hands were on the inside of my legs again, holding them apart, lifting me up. I felt something hard press up against my love lips and I opened up for him. Gently he lowered me over his cock, one inch, two, until he was all the way inside me. All I could do was steady myself against that railing when he started to move deep inside of me. Oh god! I think I lost it right away, he was so deep and big around! His hands moved to my hips as he thrust his cock into me time and again. I felt myself shivering around his big stake, writhing as I came once again. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmhhh! "Oh-god,-you-came-so-good,-I-thought-you'd-tear-off-my-cock-with-those-lovely-strong-muscles-of-yours! And-now-it's-my-turn." With every word he thrust his big cock deep inside me all over again. Oh, oh, oh, I couldn't believe it but I was suddenly on the brink of another orgasm. I was helpless, could do nothing but respond to his increase in power and speed. I could feel his huge cock grow even bigger as I felt the climax hit me again. Simultaneously it seemed the Queen Mary came, her ship's horn deafeningly loud, vibrating deep within me. This time my panting was in the same rhythm as his, and I could feel his cock explode, hot globs of semen deep inside of me. We hung in each other's arms trying to regain our breaths. "That will teach you not to talk behind my back, thanks! We should do this again real soon!" And he pulled back out, leaving me fulfilled but strangely empty. He straightened my skirt for me as I tried to stand on my own two feet, but my knees were like jello, and it took me a while to recover. I looked around for him but he was gone. All the ship's passengers leaned over the gangboards, some with binoculars, watching the crowds. Errrrmm, do you think they... no, they couldn't have, could they ...? In the distance I saw a tall man with greying hair walk away, as I felt into my skirt pocket to find a little business card. No name, just a phone number... Crowded Bar Just another night away from home on business. I think I'll duck into this crowded bar for a drink; it looks hoppin'. Not three steps in the door, we make eye contact from across the room. I think to myself, hmm, she's sexy. While I'm not prone to approaching women in bars, I find myself walking in her direction. I squeeze sideways alongside her bar stool and get the attention of the bartender. Our eyes lock again and I say hello. The view down the front of her low cut top is a distraction almost too magnetizing to block out. I can't remember what I say next, but I hear my brain screaming at my eyes to quit leering and look up! "Sure, I'll have another beer," she says, so obviously I've offered to buy her a drink. The bartender returns with our beers and we each take a sip and smile. The music is loud and the crowd is continuing to build. I feel another bar patron attempt to get an elbow on the bar behind me. In the process he pushes me up against her stool and my growing bulge brushes across her knee. I turn to look at the drunken jerk next to me to deflect attention away from the awkward moment, and then look back at her. "Excuse me," I apologize. "I don't usually make a move this early on in a relationship." "So, we are in a relationship now?" she teases as I try to recover. "Well, we damn near conceived a child when that drunken bastard behind me fell into the bar!" "Why don't I let you take the stool and I'll stand over here where there's more room." As I slide down into your spot, my eyes follow the curvy contour of her firm ass. I rotate my stool towards hers as she stands with one leg between mine. The fragrance of her perfume lingers and triggers my primal senses. I watch her lick her lips dry as she takes another sip from her beer. An involuntary grin covers my face. "What are you grinning about?" she laughs. "A gentleman would never share what I have on my mind right now." I dangle the words like bait. "Try me," she challenges boldly. "Ok, but don't throw your drink in my face if you are offended." "I don't offend easily." "I was just looking at those beautiful wet lips of yours and wondering what it would be like to kiss them." "That's offensive?" she says, as if disappointed my thoughts were so tame. Without a moment's notice, she plants a quick kiss on my lips and retreats. "Wait a second," I protest, "I wasn't ready. What's a guy to learn from that?" Another surge from the mob crushes us up against the bar, shoving her into me. With her chest pressed up against mine I say, "Look who's putting on the aggressive moves now." "You are going to have to learn to control yourself." As she starts to pull back, I wrap my hand around her back and hold her in close. "A guy doesn't get opportunities like this literally thrown in his lap all that often. I think you're going to have to earn your release now." "Ok, what's your price, you... you kidnapper?" she laughs. "That quick peck on the lips you gave me a few minutes ago won't cut it, but a long pondering kiss could buy your freedom." Allowing little time to respond to the ransom demand, my mouth covers hers and our lips meet. The heels of her hands go to my shoulders as if to push away, but they weaken as the kiss becomes more electrically charged. The hand around her back slides down over her ass and gives it a little squeeze. "Uh" is the only sound that comes from her mouth as she stands in virtual disbelief at what just happened. She looks completely lost as her mind attempts to process the tidal wave of data flooding her brain. Was it the softness of my lips or the way my tongue subtly met hers inside her mouth, I wonder? Was it the way my hand slid down her ass and pulled her in tighter? Was it my hard cock beneath my jeans that she felt with the front of her thigh? "Now, that's the kind of kiss that you can learn from," I whisper. She looks me in the eye and it's as if we are the only two people in the room. Funny thing about a crowded bar, the more people that cram into it, the more anonymous one feels. The people around us are completely oblivious to our little exchange. My hand slides lower and cups the back of her thigh. I release the tightness of my grip a little to create some space between us. My heartbeat returns to its normal pace and I suddenly realize I'm thirsty again. I lift my bottle of beer off the bar and swallow the last ounce. I raise my hand to get the bartender's attention and he approaches. "I'll have another beer sir, and get my lady friend whatever she likes." She reaches for the drink menu, and I move my stool back to allow her to situate herself between me and the bar. While the bartender stands before us, she bends slightly over the bar to read the menu, and I run my hand up the inside her thigh all the way to her crotch. The crowd around us senses nothing. She parts her legs slightly and pretends to read the menu while my fingers massage the mound of her pussy through her jeans. "I'll h-h-have the pomegranate martini," she stutters and presses back into me. "You are a naughty, naughty boy," she whispers and removes my hand from her crotch. The bartender departs to fetch our drinks. The space to our side she previously occupied has been consumed by the crowd. Realizing the predicament, she sits back onto my lap. "I couldn't help myself. You really shouldn't leave your body in such a vulnerable position; you know how men can get to groping in a crowded bar," I say as my hand roams up her front and squeezes a handful of breast. "What am I going to do with you?" she complains in mock protest. My hand lingers on her soft, round breast and pinches a quickly swelling nipple before getting cited for trespassing. Her ass, now placed firmly on my lap, subtly begins to grind on the bulge beneath it. A breathy sigh escapes her lips revealing the emotions stirring within. She crosses her arms in front of her chest and leans forward. This allows my hand to sneak up her front for another feel. She permits the hand to move from one breast to the other under her concealing arms. The bartender returns with our drinks; I drop my hand below her chest and rest it comfortably on her stomach. He sets down the drinks and gives me a knowing smile. She turns to me and smiles, then lifts her martini glass to my bottle of Heineken and says, "Cheers!" "Cheers to you too, and by the way, my name is Dave." "Nice to meet you, I'm Tina." "That pomegranate 'tini looks good, may I have a taste?" "Sure," she says, extending the glass in my direction. "Not that way," I interrupt. "I think it would taste much better coming directly from your mouth." She casts a wicked grin my way and lifts the glass to her lips. She suctions a small amount of liquid and holds it on her tongue. I move in and our lips meet. She streams the contents from her mouth into mine and I take full advantage of the meeting of our lips, kissing her hard and running my hand up her thigh to her crotch again. "How's that?" she smiles. "I knew it would be delicious, but it's even better served directly from your mouth." She rotates her body on my lap. As her hard nipples rake across my chest, she offers no resistance to the fingers between her legs vigorously massaging her pussy. She places a hand on my crotch and squeezes the outline of a very large cock straining to find freedom. We proceed to discretely explore each others' bodies—legs, ass, arms, chest, neck, forearms—just little touches that, much like the rest of our movements, are going completely unnoticed by the partiers crammed in next to us. With one final gulp of her martini she announces, "I think I need to use the restroom." "Me, too." She hops down off my lap and I grab her hand to follow her through the crowd. Down the hall leading to the restrooms, I notice a dark corner back by the rear entrance. She peels off to the restroom and I begin to evolve my plan as I do the same. "That's better," she says upon leaving the ladies' room, "but that martini went right to my head." I notice her chest is flushed down through her ample cleavage. I step back to fully survey her body and without speaking, press her against the wall and place a hard, passionate kiss on her mouth. She feels my hand move up her front to maul a breast. She kisses me back passionately as I begin to shuffle us down the hall. Just before the exit, off to the side, is a small nook where it appears pay phones used to exist. I force her back into the dark corner and immediately shove my hand down inside the front of her jeans. "I've been dying to get my bare fingers on what I've been feeling through your jeans," I whisper into her ear with hot breath. She turns her body away from me and brushes aside the hair on her neck allowing my lips and tongue direct access to her skin. My lips reach her earlobe and my teeth take over with little nibbles. She reaches back and places her hand on my thigh, then moves it to my crotch. My fingers on her chin turn her lips to mine. They meet again and she hardly reacts to the free hand that has gone from inside her panties to unzipping her jeans. As they slide down her hips, I insert my middle finger up inside her now dripping wet pussy. She gasps for air and presses her crotch into my hand. Moving her hands over my crotch she whispers, "I want to suck your cock." Turning and dropping to her knees, she pulls down my pants and reaches inside my boxer briefs to release my throbbing member. Just then, another couple, obviously with similar plans, turns the corner and enters the small space. They stop a few feet away and the woman willingly lets him explore her chest, ass and pussy. She glances over at us as if to see the magnitude of the cock being sucked. The woman continues to watch while her man fingers her pussy. Tina sees her audience and displays her trophy for the other woman. She spits on it, and then jacks it up and down with long strokes. With a wink, she demonstrates her talent for taking a cock deep into her throat. The other woman gasps. I lift Tina to her feet and turn her away from me. "You ready for some cock?" I tease and bend her over hard at the waist. [I position my cock at her opening and she begins pressing back into me. Her dripping pussy stretches to accommodate the rock hard rod. She places her palms on the wall to steady herself. At this point, a third couple enters the space and the loud and rowdy bar rocks on without any particular regard for the sexual activities taking place in the back. I begin fucking Tina harder and harder as she groans and fucks back. It seems she couldn't care less who stops to watch as the cock filling her so completely has rendered her indifferent to everything else around her. As she starts to gasp for air, I jolt her with a sudden stinging slap on her ass cheek. The shock acts as a launch pad for her first orgasm. Her pussy floods with juices and her body shudders from the massive quake. "That's my girl, take that cock and make it yours," I command her. Tina responds by bucking back harder and harder. A slap on the other cheek reminds her that this is rough, primal sex. When I grab a handful of hair and pull her head back hard, she growls, "Fuck me like a slutty bitch!" "You like getting taken hard like a trashy whore?" I accuse. "Yes, fuck me like the slut I am, harder, rougher. I want more!" With that I release my grip on her hair and reach my arm around her neck, her throat in the hinge of my elbow. "You like it rough?" I ask, clamping my arm down tight on her throat. She loses her ability to breathe and I feel her face grow red and hot. At that very moment she also feels the impact of my cock pounding into the deepest recesses of her pussy. Her pussy feels a subtle pain as it strains to accept the girth of the cock inside it. The muscles inside spasm in involuntary orgasm and her head begins to spin from the lack of oxygen. She reaches to pull the hand from her throat I release just as the orgasm sends her body into convulsion. She arches her back and reaches back to grab his ass and pull it tightly against her rigid quaking body. As the tremors begin to subside, I return to sliding my cock in and out of her through her tightly contracted internal muscles. The glorious massage-like sensation quickly has me announcing my own impending orgasm. With this news, she immediately pulls my cock out and throws her mouth down onto it. "Give me your cum, I want it down my throat," she says, pausing between strokes. She jacks it harder and faster, her mouth just covering the head. Just moments later, the first blast of cum hits the back of her throat. She continues to work it, pumping blast after blast into her eager mouth and swallowing throat. "Oh, fuck!... shit!..aww.. That's it, take it all down your throat, you hot fucking slut!" She licks her lips and swallows hard. "Yum." "Let's get out of here, Tina," I say as we gather up our clothes. "You are coming home with me and I'm going to do nasty things to you all night." With a cavalier smile she responds, "You're right, it's hard to get intimate in such a crowded bar." Crowded Bar This happened a long time ago, back when we were kids. We had been married only a couple years and were still mighty playful. We had fun with semi-public (and safe) sex like this a number of times. * Our favorite Mexican restaurant has a really good bar. A very, very crowded bar on weekends. People are jammed in like on a Japanese subway. I can hardly move. It takes minutes to squeeze over to the bar to get a drink. On summer nights like this, everyone drinks frozen margaritas or cold beer just to stay cool. The air conditioning can't possibly cope with this many people, especially on people on alcohol. I'm used to being touched by the crowd there, my hips, my ass, just trying to make my way across the floor. Happens every time, I usually don't mind much. A couple times I've even had guys reach up and fondle my boob. Yes, right there in the bar, in front of everyone. The bodies are jammed together so tight that you can't see much below the neck. Certainly not below the waist. Tonight is no different. No different except that I'm wearing a rather short dress, a one-piece knit shift, no belt. It moves when I do which is why I like it. So does my husband. It moves when I move, molding boobs here, hips there, and always ass, tight on my ass. He calls me his slinky broad and loves it when I slink around in this dress. Well, as I said it is short. Really short. Less than six inches below my crotch when I'm standing up straight, "below the goodies," as he says. It gets a lot shorter when I move, not quite immodest just interesting. Well, if you are watching while I raise both hands over my head, it gets truly immodest. My panty crotch is clearly visible when it comes up. So I try not to do that too often. It *is* fun at the grocery store when I have to reach for something on a high shelf, he tells me. And I have noticed a lot of other men following me around the store hoping I have to reach for something. But I digress. This particular evening, the wait for a table is going to be more than an hour. We ooze over to the bar for a drink, then ooze our way back into the crowd a few feet. On the way, several hands rub deliberately across my ass and hips. One touches my butt way down. Near the hem of the dress. Ooh, that's bold. Then I feel a palm on ass, squeeze. Ooh, more bold. I can't push his hand away, with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. (Everyone smoked back then, me no exception. Yes, dumb, but I'm smarter now.) And I can't move much. At most, I can reach over to the ashtray on a nearby table. Of course, when I do reach over to the ashtray, the dress moves up with my arm. This gives the man with the hand a better target. Better watch that. I put up with this while I finish my drink. It's too loud to hear anyway, and we are a little separated. I leave my husband and start to mosey back toward the bar to get a refill. It's only like eight or ten feet away, but it takes a couple minutes, incredibly, moving ever so slowly, nudging people to move past. Mr. Hand follows me. He is decent looking, dressed casually, about our age. I stub out my cigarette in an ashtray on the bar. As I raise my arm to reach it, the dress comes up. That hand is firmly on my buttock now. I wave to the bartender for another drink. The dress comes up even higher. Now his hand is at the hem and he reaches under it. He rests his palm firmly on my panties now and rubs my butt gently, more firmly, squeezing, fondling. That feels great! What am I doing? I am really getting into this. Somehow he can tell. When I don't object, don't even squirm, he takes it as acceptance. Well, I guess that's right. He reaches down under my butt trying to get his hand between my legs. Oh, god, not this is getting serious. What do I do now? When the bartender returns with my drink, I have to use both hands to pay her and take the glass. This makes the dress come up much farther. His hand is completely under my skirt and pushing between my thighs. Christ, that's intimate. But my body is enjoying being touched like that. What the hell, go for it. To reach the bar better, I have to shift my weight, move my foot much closer to the bar side. A lot closer. A couple feet. My feet are now wide apart, my legs well open. He uses the opportunity to reach under me right onto my pussy. He presses his fingers hard into my pussy teasing my lips apart through the fabric. I feel him pressing on top of my clit, he moves rhythmically, he wants to fuck me with his hand. By this time I want him to, too. I lean forward, I open my legs more to his touch. He knows I want to continue. I inhale that drink and wave to the bartender for another. While she's mixing it, I decide that I might as well give in completely to this experience and cooperate. There's a foot rail in front of every bar. Convenient. I lift my foot and hook the rail with my high heel, just as you would do if you were leaning on the bar. For me, tonight, however, it opens my legs much wider. It makes my sex much more accessible, available to his touch, for anything he wants to do with it. He knows right away that I am spreading for him. He slips his hand down inside my panties over my bare ass, and down between my legs, and right onto my pussy. Oh, god, he is between my lips. I'm so wet by this time that his fingers slide easily between my lips. He scrapes my clit with his fingertips, I jerk my hips to his rhythm. Then a finger comes into me, into my hole, inside my pussy, oh, god, this is real sex. A guy I don't know is finger fucking me in a public bar. His hand is under my short skirt, he's inside my panties, he's inside my labia, he's inside my vagina, he's penetrating my body for god's sake, he's pushing a finger into my cunt and is fucking me with it. My husband is only five or ten feet away but in this crowd he can't see what is happening to me. He's making small talk anyway with another couple. He would be so turned on if he knew. He would encourage it. He would probably join the stranger in fingering me. Yes, both of them would finger me at the same time. He would happily stick his finger into my vagina alongside the stranger's, and saw it in and out of me. Yes, stranger in back, husband in front, openly pushing into my crotch not caring who was watching. He would love that. The perv. He loves other men to see me, stare at me. He loves me to flash my panties under short skirts. Getting in and out of cars is always a challenge with a real mini skirt. Nothing ladylike about it. He *wants* me not to be ladylike about it. Here, here's my pussy. See? Isn't that a nice shape? Do you like my panties? They barely cover my sex. Can you see the lips of my slit? Mmmm, don't you wish you could feel it? He would be much happier if I would do it without any panties in the way. That's just a little too bold for me. At home, sure, I give him a shot now and then. But not in public, not with strangers. He would love that, but it's a little too perv for me. So I just flash for him. He has asked me to take my panties off in bars occasionally, and I have, but unfortunately no one else has benefited from my lack of protection. And I get felt up at times like this. I don't mind much, and he loves it. He loves to hear about how some guy fondled my ass as I pushed through a crowd in a ticket line or a dance floor or a subway. He wants me to tell him how I was fondled in an elevator. A slow elevator. With many stops and many on and offs. He would love it if more than one man handled me in an elevator, with serious hands on my boobs and up my skirt. That hasn't happened yet, but when the opportunity arises. . . . Oh, but who's the perv here tonight? Surely I am the perv, encouraging a strange man to feel me up, to put his hands on my sex, to push his fingers inside me, a stranger fucking into my most intimate place. I didn't just passively let him. I didn't just ignore his hand on me. I encouraged him. I opened my legs for him. That's what a woman does when she wants a partner to get into her sex, she spreads her legs like that. And I just did. And he got the message, and he got into my sex. Oh, god, that feels good, his finger sliding in me. When the bartender comes with my next drink, she senses that something is funny. As she hands me the drink, her hands cover mine and hold me for a few seconds. "It's okay, honey," she says. I don't know what she sees or knows, but she knows something is going on. Maybe she sees this sort of activity all the time in the bar. Maybe she can tell when a girl is being fondled or groped, maybe she can tell if the girl is scared by it or likes it, maybe she can see the subtle movements of my hips as I am being fucked so subtly. I smile at her and take the glass. "Thank you. Yes, it's very okay." This goes on for a few more minutes until I finish my drink. Three margaritas, way over my usual limit. When will our table be called? I signal to my husband that I'll be back soon. I pull away from my molester's hands and head to the ladies room. By the time I force my way through the mob to the other end of the room I really have to go. When I come out of the ladies room, my molester is there in the hallway. He holds me, pushes me back into the wall and kisses me passionately. Finally, face to face, not sneaky. He cups my breast with one hand. With the other, he pushes under my skirt, cups my crotch. I open my legs wide for him. He gets inside my panties again, slides through my bush down into my slippery wet labia again, and pushes two fingers into me. This feels wonderful! Oh, oh, oh, I want to be fucked like this, in and out, harder, harder, deep into me! I swoon with my eyes closed, being kissed and felt and fingered and fucked now. Out in the open, visible, for anyone to see. My cunt is absolutely sloshy, soaked and slippery. His fingers make a noise every time he pumps in and out. The other women who walk by can easily see his hand moving under my skirt; they must know that he's inside me and moving in and out. What they don't know is that we are complete strangers. I have no idea who this man is who is poking my sex. Eventually even I figure out that this is ridiculous, I have to stop this. I kiss him, ask him to take his hand out of my pants, pat him on the ass, and go back to my husband in the crowded bar. When I tell him about this little adventure, it will make him, to use one of his favorite expressions, "harder than Chinese arithmetic." He will go nuts. He will throw me on the bed or couch or floor and fuck my brains out. I'll tell him, your wife got fondled tonight in the bar. Yes. A man put his hand on my ass and rubbed me gently. When I reached for my drink, he put his hand under my skirt and really fondled my ass. I liked it. I liked having someone I don't know touch me. Then I got another drink. To get it from the bar, I had to step in toward the bar, I had to step over and open my legs to reach it. And he reached farther down under my ass when I did that. I opened my legs so he could feel me. Your wife opened her legs for another man to feel her. He put his hand right on your wife's pussy and pressed into it. I opened my legs even more so that he could get to me, and he slid his hand into my panties. Right there in the bar, in that crowd, this strange man reached into your wife's pussy, and she let him, and she liked it. I was sipping my margarita and this man put his fingers into my pussy. Yes. He pushed a finger into me, into my hole. He pushed a finger into your wife's cunt, and you were right there and you did nothing! He used me for his pleasure, he used me for fun. He put his hands on your wife's sex, he put his fingers *into* your wife and fucked her with them, right there, in that crowd, in front of everyone. And that's not all. When I went to the ladies room, he followed me. He kissed me in the hallway. He pushed me back to the wall and grabbed my breast. And that felt good. And he reached under my skirt to my crotch, again. And I opened my legs wide for him. I kissed him and spread my legs for him right there in the hall where people could see. He reached under my dress and got into me again, he fingered me openly, and other women saw and understood that your wife was being finger fucked in the hall, in the bar, in the cheap Mexican restaurant. Your wife spread her legs for him and let him fuck her with his hand. But she didn't come. I didn't come. You noticed I was nervous as a cat all through dinner. I was sitting on my wet pussy, my pussy swimming in my juices, remembering how he caressed my clit and how his fingers felt inside me. And wondering how long it would be before we could leave and go home and you could make love to me and fuck me and make me come, give me that wonderful release. Now! Do it now! I want to come now! He will love hearing that as much as I loved doing it. We will use that experience to ignite our fun in bed for many months to come.