****** In Public by Rajah Dodger ******
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In Public


In Public by Rajah Dodger (Hetero sex, Public places)

This story is copyright (c) 1991 Rajah Dodger. Electronic reproduction rights
are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission
note must remain attached.

When I meet you at your house, you are wearing the elegant gown I requested,
complete with a long flowing skirt. I have procured a stylish white tuxedo,
complete with tails, for the evening. However, in spite of all your curious
questioning, I refuse to elaborate on why I suggested the formal evening, or
why I was so specifically adamant about your wearing the long gown.

I walk you to the long black limousine parked at the curb, and order the driver
to drive towards Newport Beach, while we relax in the luxurious passenger
compartment. While I am obviously excited (a glance at my tight dress pants
shows that plainly), I make no attempts at doing anything more than kissing you
deeply for much of the distance - not only your mouth, but your entire face and
neck. As a matter of fact, when you place your hand on my bulging zipper, I
gently push it away.

By the time we reach the high class restaurant in Newport, we are both so hot
that I come very close to abandoning my carefully laid plans, throwing up your
skirt, and fucking you right there in the car. But I strengthen my resolve, and
we walk arm in arm through the doors. When I give the maitre'd my name, he
begins showing us to a corner table in the shadowy, romantic, dining room, but
as we pass the restrooms I surreptitiously pass you a tightly folded note, and
press gently against your side, indicating that you are to enter them. You make
a polite excuse, and leave.

In the privacy of a restroom stall, you read my note - in carefully printed
letters, it says "Remove your panties, then come to the table." You slide off
the black silk panties you wore especially for the occasion, with their already
wet crotch, and place them in your purse before returning to the table.

Under the table, you pull them out and slip them into my hand. I smile secretly
at you, glance quickly from side to side, then lift up the white tablecloth and
slide underneath. Without hesitation, I raise your skirt, throwing it over my
back, and slip between your legs.

Then, I proceed to give you the most exquisite pussy licking you have ever
experienced. I nibble up and down the delicate edges of your slit. I pinch and
massage with my fingers the hard, wet peak of your clit. My tongue penetrates
deep inside you, scooping out the juice I crave. You are holding back the cries
of pleasure gathering in the back of your throat, lest the entire crowd become
aware of your ecstasy, but cannot keep from shifting and squirming in your
seat. Next, I slip my thumb, lubricated with your wetness, into the tight ring
of your ass, while two fingers pump in and out of your pussy hole, as I
continue to pleasurably torment your clit. When they finally come, your orgasms
are fast and furious, one after the other as you struggle to keep your low
moans and growls from gaining full voice.

I have barely lowered your skirt down over your quivering thighs and resumed my
seat at the table when the waiter arrives. We order (you somewhat
breathlessly), then almost before he turns his back you whisper "Turn about is
fair play" and sink to your knees, tugging at my zipper. My hard cock springs
out, seeming to grow even larger as it is exposed to the cool air. First you
lick around the head, sliding your tongue through the slitted top, then suck
the sensitive orbs of my balls into your warm, wet mouth. It is shaking and
quivering now, so you lick your way back up the shaft, and slide it all the way
into your mouth. You can hear me above you, groaning as I feel it pressing
against the back of your throat. Swirling your tongue around, and nibbling
gently, it isn't long before I begin pumping streams of hot white juice into
your mouth. You swallow desperately, trying to keep it from spilling out of
your mouth and onto your fancy dress. Tucking the rubbery pole of my still
semi-hard cock back into my pants, you rise and take your seat. Seeing the
glistening pearl of cum at the corner of your mouth, I lean over and kiss you,
our tongues twisting and exchanging the flavor of each other.

For the rest of the meal, we are comparatively restrained, only occasionally
slipping a hand under the table to grope one another. But when we leave the
restaurant, the limousine is nowhere to be found. You know that I have
something in mind, as I lead you up the street to the corner bus stop.

We only sit at the bus stop for ten minutes, but manage to get each other even
hotter as we wait. I slide a hand up under your blouse to massage and squeeze
the soft undersides of your breasts, while under my tuxedo jacket, stretched
across my lap, you stroke my hard cock. The bus arrives, and we reluctantly
cease our play and climb aboard. It is at the beginning of its run, and nearly
empty. You follow me to the very back row of seats, where I spin around, pull
my hard cock out through my zipper, and sit down, grinning wickedly at you. You
too smile as you realize what I have been leading up to, raise the back of your
skirt, and lower your naked ass toward my upright penis, whimpering softly as I
guide it inside you with one hand.

It penetrates you to the hilt, and we arrange your full skirt to conceal the
hot fuck we are having. The bus does all the work, as it bounces and bumps down
the street, each dip bringing a new flash of ecstasy to both of us. The bus is
slowly filling with passengers, who glance at our strangely formal attire and
flushed faces, then with the nonchalance of city dwellers turn away to talk
with each other or look out the window.

Our excitement cannot be completely concealed, however. A muscular surfer and
his dark haired girlfriend sitting across the aisle from us watch as we groan
together each time the bus bounces, and smile knowingly. In unspoken agreement,
our hands reach together for your skirt and raise it just high enough so that
they can see my slippery, stiff shaft buried in your pink and so wet pussy. We
can see that they are becoming excited too, as his cock begins rising beneath
his shorts, and her nipples perk up while a small dark spot appears on the
crotch of her bikini panties.

We let your skirt fall again, and watch as under the cover of a large yellow
beach towel, they maneuver into the same erotic position we are enjoying. They
too raise the cover to allow us a peek as his incredibly large, dark pole slips
into the carefully trimmed dense black fur that surrounds her glistening pink
lips.

I am about to come, and under your skirt reach to pinch and rub your clit,
bringing you off too. Your cunt walls convulse and throb, as I quiver and jerk,
spurting deep inside you. I wrap my arms around your waist and hold you close,
nuzzling your neck over your shoulder.

///// (rdodger@hotmail.com)