Finally we’re ready to make our way out of the hotel for a little something to eat. As I’m getting dressed and begin to pull my panties up, you tell me to stop, skip them, that you want to know my pussy and ass are bare and exposed beneath my skirt. My face blushes, but I pull then back down my legs and step out of them. My eyes are on you, and a smirk spreads across your face as I slide my skirt over my hips.

“I hope you have something in mind…” I say, standing there, fastening my bra. “I want to keep our options open,” you say slyly pulling up your pants. I smile at you shyly and nod -”OK, we’ll see where things lead. You nod. As we stand there together I see you gazing at me, realizing how truly mesmerized you are by me- it’s almost as if I can see your thoughts running through your mind. We both smile, and quietly walk out of the room.

We walk on the street, side-by-side, arms around each others waists pulling tightly together. The shape of you pressed aginst me feels wonderful. Your strong hold makes me feel secure. It’s a bit chilly out, but our bodies close together keeps us warm. You let your hand slide to my ass and squeeze it through the thin fabric of my skirt. I sigh happily as we walk.

Your hand moves lower. You are on my left and move you hand to the bottom of my left cheek, sliding it toward my pussy. I twist a little, but you can’t tell if I’m trying to make it easier or harder for you to touch me. I don’t think you really care either way, you’re just wanting to make me wet.

I lead the way for a few blocks, pointing out points of interest around the streets as we go; until we find ourselves standind in front of a little cafe. “Here is where I think we should eat.” I say. Not having an opinion on way or another you follow me in. As I step up through the door way, you see a dark wet patch on the back of my skirt where you were rubbing me. Seeing that you made me wet, makes you hard.

Inside the place is dark and almost deserted. I tell you it’s because were not in a popular part of town (at least not during this time of day) and that it’s maybe a little late, past lunch. You tell me that you don’t care- that anywhere with me is perfect. I blush -you can barely see it in the dim light, but you can see the color rising on my pale cheeks.

You don’t make heads or tails of the menu and do so to leave the ordering up to me. I see you, just watching me, they way my face looks as I speak, the way the light hits it from different angles, the way my eyes move across the pages -smiling. You are across from me and enjoying the view but need to feel me somehow.

You reach across the table and take my hand in yours. I love how warm and comforting it feels, I squeeze you. I smile at you as we sip drinks and wait for our food. I can’t take my eyes off of you; your eyes, your face, your lips, I want them all again and again.

We talk about books, about your city, my town, the world, whatever -but all I can think about is being with you, agian. You tongue touching mine, your lips presesd against my neck, your hands on my head -pressing you into my mouth; I bite my bottom, not realizing I’ve done so. Noticing, you smile at me saying, “That look, right there, makes me hard…”

You tell me to slide off my shoes. I reach down and fumble with them. “Put them in my lap,” you say. “My feet?” I ask, “you have a thing for them?” You tell me you do, and in a moment you feel them resting on you. Smiling you unzip your pants and pull your dick out, squeezing my feet around it.

The waiter brings us our meal. As we eat you stroke yourself between my soles. My nails, painted a deep dark purple -almost balck- it’s your favorite color. “Before we leave I’m going to cum on your feet. I want you to slide them dirty into your shoes.” I giggle a bit. “It tickles,” I smirk. “But does it turn you on?” you ask. “Anything that turns you on, turns me on, ” I say wiggling my feet in your lap.

Finished eating, you lean back and begin stroking more. “When we’re done here,” you say looking down, “I want to go to a park or something. I want to reach up under your skirt, and rub you off with my fingers. I want you to cum with me in public before we go back to the room.” I shift in my seat and move closer to you.

You start breathing heavily as you get closer to cumming. I love to feel your excitement and tell you it’s make me excited too. I brush the strands of my dark hair from my face. You begin to cum. It’s so warm, it spurts between my feet and onto my ankels. You rub your head along my soles and the bottom of my toes, dribbling your cum onto me. A shudder goes through you as you finish. Unexpectedly, I let out a low moan.

You put your dick away and we pay the bill. You get up and help me with my jacket. “It’s all wet and squishy in my shoes,” I say smiling at you. “How about your pussy -is that wet too?” you ask sliding you hand up my skirt and reaching for me. You slide a finger into me and feel how wet I am. “Mmmm,” you say, taking your wet find from me and licking if off. “Lets go someplace where I can make you cum.”

I sigh and take your hand, bringing it to my mouth and giving your wet finger a lick. “I know a place we can go,” I say pulling you along. I lead the way to a small wooded park. There are benches here and there along deserted trails. “No one is here in the afternoon,” I say aw we walk along a path.

We find a bench that’s suitable secluded and begin to kiss. I can’t tell you how much I love your mouth. Soon your hand is on my breast, squeezing and playing with one then the other. You can feel my nipples getting hard as you brush and stroke against them.

You slide you hand down between them, down my belly and once again into my skirt. Slowly and softly you rub your finger along me. You can feel the wet seeping out of me. You can feel my hard clit under your finger. You feel my breath getting harder and faster in your mouth as you stroke and kiss me. You slide a finger inside me and begin moving it in and our of me slowly -stroking the top of my cunt.

I begin to move my hips against you and can feel my thighs squeezing your hand. I am suck on your tongue as is pushes into my mouth. My breath is hard and uneven. You kiss your way along my cheek to my ear and kiss it gently. “Do you want me to kiss you?” you ask, “do you want to feel my mouth on your pussy…” I’m moving my hips faster and hiss yes.

You slide off the bench between my legs -pushing my skirt up. You push my legs apart and press your mouth against my wet pussy. I arch my back and begin practically rolling my hips against your face. “Put your fingers inside me again,” I gasp; and you do so -stroking and kissing and licking me faster. You long, broad tongue feels so good, I feel myself holding my breath, just to feel every bit of you.

No on is around but the idea that we could be caught like this -with your face pasted against me, with me leaning back and spreading my legs for you, gasping for breath, it’s making us both excited. I begin to squirm, making nosies of moans, gasps, bits and pieces of words -as I grind on your face, I love how you lick me, you grab my ass to hold me still, and I begin to cum.

You keep licking and sucking at me more, letting the wet from me cover your face and mouth. We keep like this for what seems like ages, you feel my body tensing and relaxing over and over as I cum. Finally we stop, I’m sopping wet and you are too. You say under your breath how badly you want me, but not here. I can’t wait to get back to the room for what’s next. You sit next to me on the bench. My eyes are still closed and I’m squeezing my thighs together -keeping the feeling going between my legs, they shiver.

Your arm is around me and you kiss me. I puch my skirt back down, a shiver runs through my whole body now. And, it takes a few minutes for me to compose myself and begin breathing regularly again. I slump against you, holding me close. My eyes are still slightly closed. “That was so good,” I say wiith a sigh,with flushed cheeks and a half smile.

You kiss the top of my head. “If you liked that,” you say, “you’re going to love what were going to do when we get back to the room.” We get up -me a little unsteadily, you ask if I’m ok with a chuckle, and we begin back to the hotel.