Drinks

One of the joys of living above a bar is that it's a short distance from sweat-soaked bedsheets to a worn leather sofa and a cold drink.

She was standing at the bar, chatting with the waitress, ordering our pints, and I noticed from the way her thin skirt hugged her bottom that she'd neglected to put on underwear.

I admired the cleft of her buttocks, waiting...

50 words - Alone

Miraculously we had the whole tube carriage to ourselves. I relished the sticky feeling of her bright red lipstick around my mouth, knowing I looked like I'd just bitten into a juicy, ripe cherry. My hand between her thighs, we rolled into the brightly lit discomfort of King's Cross station.

Snack

Draining the last of the white, Marilyn looked at her watch. Lunch was almost over.

"I've got to get back to work. This was delightful."

It had been way too long since we'd seen each other. Busy, with divergent schedules, we had made some plans but not managed to follow any of them through for months and months. It was a welcome exception to this rule to sip crisp white and chat over a plate of the catch of the day.

She offered to drop me off at a shop I mentioned I had to go to, so we walked back to her car. 

"Shame we haven't had any opportunity for play. It's been far too long," I mentioned casually, as we strolled along in the sunlight. She stopped, turned and gave me a wet, hot kiss straight on the mouth.

"Mmmm, yeah, we need to make up for that soon." She unlocked the car and we got in. As she sat down in the driver's seat, she lifted her skirt and flashed me a quick look above the tops of her gray cotton stockings, held up with black garters.

"I told you I wasn't wearing any knickers" she remarked, mischievously, as if this was a perfectly mundane item of news.

There was no one around, but we were parked in a spot with lots of pedestrian traffic. 

"Um, I didn't quite catch that," I said disingenuously. "Let me take another look."

Again, she pulled her skirt up, and I slid my hand up her thigh, softly caressing the moist slit of her pussy, so delightfully exposed and ready.

"Such a shame we don't have time..." I said as she started the car.

She put it in gear. "Well, let's see if we can find a quiet street down here."

A few minutes and a number of swift turns later we were parked at the end of a quiet, residential dead end. It was 3 in the afternoon, and no one around. Except, if anyone were to peek out the window next to the car they'd get an eyeful. We unclipped our seat belts and I leaned over for another, long, deep kiss, while my left hand found its way back up the inside of Marilyn's thigh, one finger carefully insinuating itself into the wet folds of her pussy.

But this wasn't the only thing she was after.

"Take out your cock," she said, glancing around to see if any stray pedestrians had come along while we were occupied.

I unzipped my jeans and leaned back in the seat. Marilyn dove down on my cock with a greedy "urrmm" and took me in her mouth. She wasn't going for sensuality. This was a quickie, and with her tongue circling the swollen glans and her head moving rapidly up and down, I was instantly paralysed with pleasure. Within moments I could feel myself helplessly sliding towards orgasm...

And then a guy appeared at the end of the street. I put my hand on the back of Marilyn's head, "shush, stay down, someone's coming."

Bad girl that she is, she kept her head still, but her tongue was still working furiously. The guy didn't turn in our direction, but someone else was coming.

I burst helplessly inside her mouth.

She sat back up, smirking with delight, and I gave her a wet kiss thanks, caressing her pussy appreciatively.

Our time was up. Rearranging our clothes, we glanced around again, pleased with ourselves to have gotten away with being very naughty in broad daylight.

It was a short drive to where I needed to go. She stopped to let me out. 

"Let's leave more time for dessert next time, shall we?"