My lovely Emily is learning! She has a way to go about outdoor sex, but she is learning rapidly how to be a ..hmmm…how can I say this accurately, and yet not have it sound awful. Oh fuck it….I mean this with utter love, but she is learning how to be a delightfully teasing cunt….and I love her all the more for it.
She waved….I waved….she headed in my direction and I kicked a chair out from under my table, only for her to sit four tables away from me. Close enough for me to see her upper half but nothing else. What the….?
Bzzzz
I felt my phone vibrate.
Text “Hey bitch” oh I see, we’re in that mood are we? Ok, well two can play at that game.
“Hey cunt.” I know that all I have to do is whisper this word into Emily’s ears, and she floods her undies. To her, it’s still the naughtiest of naughty words. She adores hearing it, and saying it.
Bzzz
“Bet you’d like to know what I’m doing here?” Well yes….
“Sure. Thought you were at work.”
“Yeah, I was….but you know that job I went for? Well, I got it! So I’ve resigned and I took the afternoon off.”
Now I had better explain. We both have a location app on our phones that tells the other where we are. We could use it in an emergency, but we also use it, for sexual fantasy purposes too.
“I saw you were in the mall so I came here.”
“Congrats on job! YAY!”
“Yeah, but guess what I’m doing here.”
(Huh? She’s already told me”)
“?”
“I’ve got my left hand up under my skirt, and it’s inside my panties under the table cloth. Oh, and I’m wearing your undies from last night.”
Last night had been….intense.
“I’m looking at you and fingering myself.”
“Maybe we could go to the restroom?”
“Fuck no. You’re going to watch me cum…and there’s not a thing you can do about it, bitch.”
I withdrew one hand from my phone and sneaked it under my table cloth.
Bzzzzz
“No! I want to see both hands on the table, or I stop.” (Fuck!)
I watched the colour slowly deepen in her face and spread onto her neck.
Bzzz
“Fuck, Anna, I’m so fucking turned on! I can feel your wetness on the back of my hand and mine on my fingers. I have 2 fingers up myself right now…net you wish they were yours….bet you wish they were your tongue.” (Oh, you are so going to pay for this later!)
I thought about ‘getting something from my bag’ so I might get a quick look up her skirt - even though she was four tables away.
Bzzz
“And don’t even think about trying to look up my skirt….I know what you’re like.”
By now, if I had pissed myself I couldn’t be more wet. My clit wasn’t throbbing, it was pounding - screaming - demanding to be touched. I found that I was actually panting….God alone knows what my heart rate was!
Bzzz
“Don’t think I don’t know what this is doing to you, Anna….I know you’re soaking yourself over there. I’m almost there by the way. Want to know what I’m thinking about?”
“Yes…fuck yes!”
Bzzz
“Well, I’m not going to tell you…yet…but….Ohh fuck…here it comess…”
And I had to sit there watching her body give little jerks and her biting the knuckles of her hand. The sex flush at her neck became mottled as it doesn’t when she has had a really huge cum. I realised I wasn’t even breathing anymore. My heart was almost beating out of my chest.
I watched as she slowly recovered. Her colour faded, and her breathing settled. She ducked into her bag, produced some cash, tucked it under her coffee cup, got up, and without a backward glance, left. Left me there too scared to move. I felt that even getting up would make me cum, and I was fearful of what the back of my skirt might look like.
Half an hour. A full half hour. That’s how long it took me to regain control over myself, and for my arousal level to drop low enough to give me a chance of getting back to my car in one piece.
You can guess what happened in my car though!
In the afterglow of that cum, I began to plot my revenge, and believe me, it will be a dish best served cold…
..but with love.
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