He stood outside the restaurant, the busy hustle of the Friday night revellers, didn't distract me as I walked towards him. Casually dressed he took my hand as we walked up Grovesnor Street.
My patent leather black strappy shoes made my legs look longer than they were and my shift dress hid my mature curves well. I wanted to go somewhere quiet that we could talk and catch up on our day, without the overbearing music that drowns out all sensible conversation that I normally have with my friends and I usually end up just nodding like a dog perched in the rear of a car.
It was a warm summers night, our conversation flowed, the other patrons in the Gray Lounge went on with their business as we walked in. We ordered drinks and continued talking, our eyes never leaving each others. He leaned into me, his lips parted and as he kissed me, my body once again reacted as it always did. Fuck I wanted him so bad. Our tongues danced a polka, fast, urgent and hungrily I let him know I wanted him, sucking on his tongue as if his cock was in my mouth. Coming up for air, I moved on my seat, touching his knee, I just wanted to feel him right there. Our flirting continued, verbally, physically but discreetly. the time passed.
I had an early start, I suggested we leave and head home. The night had cooled slightly as we stepped out into the dimly lit lane. He pulled me into him and as we continued our polka his hands followed the shape of my back. "You are such a fucking tease" I bit my lip and searched for his zip. "Here?" I didn't say a thing, releasing his shaft to the night air, I lowered myself to his groin and placing my tongue on the underside of his bulbous head I began to dance polka with his cock.
The lane wasn't dark, the street lights cast shadows in places and we were in one of those shadows. A taxi passed by and I realised it wasn't as private as I hoped. Fuck it! I thought, I want him in my mouth, we stepped back further into the shadow and I returned to my dance. He was hard, not firm but I didn't want that, I love sucking his cock and I revel in the knowledge I can get him rigid with my mouth. His breathing changed with each stroke of my lips over his glans, my tongue expertly wrapped around up and down, hungrily salivating my need for him in me grew. We weren't going to fuck, this was only foreplay. My movements steadily increased in speed and his groin starting to match my rhythm. I reached down between my legs, hooking back my panties I felt my dew. I needed him in me.
I eased my mouth fucking and looked up into his eyes, he beckoned me up to him, just as I released his cock from my lips, another taxi passed, we may have been in the shadows but it didn't seem it when the car lights lit up the lane.
I stood staring at him as his cock pressed into me, I moved into kiss him. Lost in the moment, my shift dress came into it's own. Free enough to hide our foreplay from passing taxi cabs. We continued kissing as my hand guided his cock into the gape of my cunt lips. Toying with him, I used his cock head to rub over my clit, occasionally sliding along and under me. "You are such a slut" Hearing those words I wanted to feel him fill me right there. " Fucking taxi!" I was so fucking horny, I didn't want to go home. Our foreplay was always so good, the intensity of it this night was unreal. We had both had a tough week in work, we both needed a release and I wanted him to have his first in the lane.
I regained my composure after the last taxi had disturbed us. Capturing his member firmly in my hand I slowly but firmly started wanking him, his eyes closed as and his lips opened as a trance like state took over, he was mine. His precum lubricated my fingers, my thumb gently stimulated the glans. "Fuck yes!" the only words to leave his mouth repeatedly as I stroked him. It didn't take long, I had been working on him verbally and physically since we met a couple of hours earlier, fuck I love foreplay. "Cum for me" those magical words escaped my lips and as they did, his hot seed rippled fast into my hand, his stance faltered, as I watched his eyes roll back into his head. My frantic milking eased off as his climax slowed. Once again the lane lit up and as it did, I pulled him closer, kissing him before raising my fingers to taste him.
I had no tissues, well it wasn't planned. If the lane hadn't been a thorough fare for taxis, his release would have been in my mouth. As I tasted him, he smiled as I showed him my hand. He eased his flaccid cock into his jeans as I looked at him questioningly wondering where should I wipe my hand, I wasn't sending my dress to the dry cleaners with dry cum on it. Simultaneously we laughed, I stretched my arm up and placed my hand on the wall. I have often wondered was my cum covered hand print visible on the wall.
The next words to leave his lips were "Taxi!"