Lucy Gets Used (1)

Lucy sent me a crisp, suggestive email: "Tease me in public. Outrageously. Talk filth to me. In private, use me for your own pleasure first."

Mindful of her request, I made sure to spend a bit of time with her out and about when we finally met, so I took her to to lunch like a civilized person would. Of course the topic of conversation veered into filth almost immediately when we sat down.

And stayed there.

Afterwards we wandered off into one of the semi-hidden walled gardens of London to recover from lunch. We sat down on a bench, I took my jacket off, draped it over my lap.

Lucy needed no further encouragement. Sliding up close, she slid her hand underneath, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock through the jeans.

I was hard.

She cupped the bulge, teasing me, pinching the shaft delicately between two fingers, working her way up to the head.

"Will you be taking me to the hotel soon, or do you plan to torture me until my skirt gets soaked through?" Lucy asked, nibbling at my earlobe for emphasis.

"I'm merely acting upon request..."

Lucy laughed. "Yeah. You've certainly made your point."

I stood up, holding the jacket to cover the bulge in my trousers in case anyone was looking.

"Lead the way, miss. After you..."

There were some steps that led out of the garden. I made sure to follow behind her.

"Fuck off. You're just looking at my arse."

There was no credible way of denying that this was exactly what I was doing.