My Big Puffy Nipples and Earth Day

“All names have been changed to protect my ass.”

I’m the part-time secretary for the chair of the Geology and Earth Sciences department at a very small town’s small and prestigious private college in southern California. We’re less than an hour’s drive from Los Angeles, but we may as well be in the middle of the desert for all the excitement and culture available off campus in San Smallville, as I call it.

I’m twenty now, got the job right out of San Smallville High School two years ago and am saving my meager wages and other less meager earnings in order to move to L.A., or anywhere with more than one movie theatre and main street. Life’s not bad—this is California after all—just generally dull within the “city” limits, so my main source of excitement and entertainment is sex. (For more cerebral pleasure I read Dostoyevsky, Cicero and The Times Literary Supplement.)

My parents are Russian and academics, originally from Moscow. Dad’s a theoretical physicist, Mom’s in genetics. They live up north and leave me alone but for a monthly check ‘to tide me over’ until I decide to go to college (versus working in one). I’m not rebelling at all, I’m simply more of a sybarite than a scholastic. Of course my parents would be shocked at what I do to earn real extra cash.

This year the G&ES department is going to celebrate Earth Day with a special colloquium and related ‘green’ activities on campus. My boss Leo—Professor Big-Cheese to most people—is chairing the organizing committee. As his secretary I attend all their meetings in order to take notes and keep the calendar, but mostly to make and serve coffee and give the old farts a taste of Cherry (my real name). I’ve blown or fucked half the committee members, so I’m in my element once a week on Tuesday afternoons.

At the first committee meeting I wore a push-up bra that only half covered my nipples under a very low-cut tee shirt that barely covered the bra. I also had no panties under my little swishy cotton skirt. In the hot summers especially, I rarely wear undies. Plus, I admit readily that I’m an exhibitionist. I’ve got a fit southern-Cal body—blond, buff, blah blah blah—and I love to show it off, especially surreptitiously, if not subtly.

Yes, my body’s a cliché, but based on some kind of truth. The only non-stereotypical aspect is my height—I’m an even six feet tall. My parents made sure I was never self-conscious or anxious about being such a tall girl, and I’m not. It’s a great asset. As for earning extra cash with sex, short men adore me and pay per square footage it seems. The shorter the customer, the bigger my tip. I think there’s an irony somewhere in the fact that I’m of former Soviet stock and have Capitalized on the American way of providing the biggest bang for the buck (so to speak). My various little-old-men clients think they’re getting a real deal on Cherry the Slavic Amazon. (They made that up, not me.)

Everything’s proportional but my tits, that’s why I buy the best push-up bras on the market. I aspire to a D-cup and an enhancement’s on my wish-list, but for now I’m content with less. However, I’ve yet to meet a man, or woman for that matter, who is not astonished at and drawn instantly to my nipples. They’re extremely puffy, exaggeratedly so, and very pink. Besides being extraordinarily appealing, my nipples are also as much a source of pleasure as my cunt.

A lingerie saleswoman at Saks once asked me if I’d had them colored or tinted somehow. “They almost glow, my dear” she said with more than a simple complimentary tone. “They’re so defined, sculpted it seems, yet plush, truly sumptuous.” I let her at them.

I like public sex. Big city department store dressing rooms seem to invite semi-public sex for me—those little rooms lined with mirrors where you go to undress. I think I’ve had orgasms in Saks, Macys, Nordstrom and various little rooms in all the major shopping malls in the greater L.A. area.

Saks Lady had me dripping in the lingerie fitting room simply from her sucking and deft pinching. She was older than my mother, more like my Babushka (grandmother), but given her hometown and employer (Beverly Hills, Saks Fifth Avenue) she was exquisitely preserved and presented. She reminded me of a mature 1940’s glamour queen. Lana Turner loved how the pink crinkled into a darker rose color. “Oh my lord! I’ve never seen such perfect nipples, I could diddle them for hours,” she said between overwrought sighs and more obscene exclamations. She’s a client now, but I digress.

At that first meeting of the Earth Day Committee, I first rubbed my tits against Professor Granpa’s left ear as I put his coffee mug down in front of him. The sixty-something gentleman blushed brightly and sighed heavily. I leaned in again as he turned his head to thank me so that his mouth brushed across my right nipple.

“Oh, professor, excuse me, I’m so embarrassed.”

“No, my dear Cherry, don’t apologize. It was my pleasure.”

As he smiled lewdly a hand slid up a thigh to my crotch and two plump fingers began to stroke my sweaty vulva. I spread my legs a bit for more access and could smell my sexual fragrance rise up between us.

“Make an appointment with me later, professor. I’ll finish your dictation, Okay?”

On I went, making plans for special projects with four other professor-clients. They each ended up with my sexy scent on their fingers and brought their hands to their nostrils throughout the meeting. My boss winked at me after he realized what was going on and called me over to give me a note. While I took it from him he caught and took a souvenir whiff too.

“Save some pussy juice for your daddy, sweetheart, I’m thirsty for your cum.”

Trite and laughable, but it all goes to getting me out of San Smallville.

Professor Lance McStud arrived late and sat down next to me at one end of the long conference room table while two colleagues argued about a few of the Earth Day panel topics being too politically minded. “Saving the earth is not our mission here, we’re educators, not activist agitators!”

Lance is his real name. He’s the newest and youngest member in the department, thirty-something. He’s also a stereotypical southern-Cal boy, only with more brains. He’s sweet and harmless, and needs an outlet for the stress of the tenure-track. He’s also half an inch taller than me, and my cunt fits his cock like a glove, or made-to-order mitten.

While the Earth Day topics argument escalated, Lance gave me a note:

“20 bucks for 5 mins. of tit play?”

I pushed my chair back a bit and leaned forward with my elbows on the table. It’s a great position to take in public as all the action occurs below the tabletop and under my shirt. Lance easily pulled down and inverted my bra’s half-cups and with only one hand deftly danced from tit to tit, rubbing, tickling, pinching, pulling and flicking my extraordinarily sensitive and erect nipples. I kept very still but for maneuvering my thighs to squeeze and release my cunt as much as possible without drawing attention to us.

I was ready to come in five minutes so I let him take his time. When I rose quietly, as if to simply stretch a bit, one hand came from behind and stroked my wet cunt to continue the post-orgasmic tremors. I stood tall and stretched my arms up, bent my torso to and fro and side to side, all the while letting Lance soak his hand in my crotch.

“Baby, you smell awesome!” he whispered, “my dick’s gonna tear outta my pants.”

That’s about as socially articulate as Lance gets, but before I could lean down to respond I noticed the room had become quiet and my boss and his colleagues were all staring at me, several with fingers under their noses.

“Cherrie, perhaps you could refill some coffee cups?”

Later Leo explained that my scent, while I’d been stretching with legs spread and Lance massaging my vulva, had caught everyone’s attention, especially those who had the same pungent smell lingering on their fingertips. We joked about it and Leo made up a fantasy about how the meeting might have ended with me on the table and all those seemingly stodgy professors scrambling to eat me out and fuck me right and left while taking turns holding me down.

“Shall I order some handcuffs and straps for the conference room table, boss?”

The meeting continued while I went about the table pouring coffee and letting each horny man grab another sniff or encounter a tit in their face. Given the nature of the group, I could count on their collegial discretion. While Professor So-and-So copped a feel or took a big whiff, no one else paid attention. During a short break I was even able to get Professor Viagra aside and raise my skirt to give him a quick look at my naked pussy. Those old profs love it when I flash myself. Sometimes I do it on the spur of the moment when I pass their office. I walk in quickly, just inside the door, flash, blow a kiss and leave.

Before the meeting ended I went back to the office to get ready for my first appointment, changing into a tight college tee and gym shorts. Professor Cockupski, a Russian geologist near retirement, was waiting in his office. He’s an old school type, very European-like and cultured, but a typical dirty old man. He likes having “a real Russian whore”. I tell him, “Just don’t pay me in roubles.” He always snorts and chokes laughing in response.

“Miss Cherry, I am sorry but it is my duty to fail you. You will of course be expelled from the basketball team.”

Disciplining-the-naughty-student is his game.

“Oh, please professor, don’t fail me, I’ll do anything to pass your course, anything. I’ve got to play in the homecoming game, I’ve just got to. This year it’s on Earth Day, maybe I could help you with your presentation.”

While pleading and whimpering I’m doing a slow strip-tease. On my last “please” or “I beg you” I take his face in my hands and hold a nipple directly in front of his mouth. I’m an atheist but I always pray he won’t have a heart attack then and there.

Role-play does nothing special for me, but Cockupski’s accent and manner turn me on just enough. I like feeling naughty and threatened. And of course he adores my nipples and uses a special pinching technique on them while spanking me across his lap. The spanks are never brutal, just sting enough so that combined with what his free hand does to my tits I usually yelp and moan myself to a more than adequate orgasm.

“You bad girl! You climax while I punish you. I think I fuck you now hard with violence. Obey me and you will pass course and play homecome. And you will flash me your pussy-cunt just before I give my talk on global warming. Bend over desk now, dear. Spread legs. More.”

I could hardly keep from laughing. But when he came he began speaking Russian, gasping and groaning in that lovely palate-nuanced sound. Gets to me every time.

I went home to shower and change, then waited for my boss. Leo likes ‘Daddy’s little girl’ so I put on an old-fashioned flannel nightgown and curled up on my bed hugging a stuffed Pooh bear, pretending to be asleep. I let him easily turn me onto my back and felt cool lubricant dripping on my cunt then seeping down to my ass while two hands poked about my pussy lips and ass cheeks. I pretended a yawn and flung one arm out above my head. Then—I felt a third hand unbuttoning my bodice. ‘Daddy’ had brought a guest. (Great, twice the usual fee.) I did not open my eyes, that’s part of the scene.

“Man, oh man, professor! You weren’t kidding. These are the most spectacular nipples I’ve ever seen. They’re so pink and puffed up, like candy or something sweet just made for licking and sucking.”

“Yeah, Jimbo, that’s my little girl. Those nipples are more than sweet, she’ll come with just a few minutes of work. You play with them while I get her ass prepped. We’re going to make her come like an earthquake, like nothing you’ve ever seen or heard.”

Jimbo, the G&ES building’s maintenance man, went right to work. He sucked one nipple like a starving baby and rubbed the other with a feather-like touch that made me moan. Still ’sleeping’, I raised my other arm above my head, nodding from side to side as if I were dreaming (a wet dream, of course). I squirmed, and heaved my chest up and down to the rhythm of Jimbo’s motions. I acted as if I were going to come—it wasn’t difficult acting—felt thoroughly aroused through my tits and what ‘Daddy’ was doing to my asshole.

At Leo’s signal, a slap of an ass cheek, I ‘awoke’ startled and feigning fright.

“Daddy! What’s going on? Jimbo!”

I pulled away from both men, failing to close up my gown, and leaned back with my arms spread behind me so that my breasts jutted forward. I made my lips quiver and acted as if I were about to cry.

“Now, Cherry, sweetie. Everything’s fine, don’t be afraid. You were sleeping so peacefully I didn’t want to wake my little girl. I owe Jimbo for the work he did on my air-conditioner last month. I’m sorry, but I just don’t have the money to pay him, so I promised him some fun with you, like a trade.”

“Daddy, I don’t understand. Trade what?”

“Honey, you know how we play together, just you and me, having fun and making each other feel good, making each other explode with fun? Well, we’re going to do that now and Jimbo’s going to watch. I hope you’ll be my special good girl and let him have some fun too. Okay, sweetie? Will you help your Daddy and Mr. Jimbo have fun?”

I watched Jimbo out of the corner of my eye looking incredulous but chomping at the bit to get back to my protruding nipples as they returned to their pink puffiness. I was ready for ‘fun’.

“Okay, Daddy, whatever you say. Do you want me on my hands and knees, or should I stand and bend over the bed? I guess I’ll take my nighty off first,” I giggled as if embarrassed. I pulled the gown over my head, acting as if I were tangled up in it, squirming about and making my tits bounce.

“Jesus, professor, look at those bee stings. Man, she’s totally shaved, her pussy’s real pink too. I’m aching to plow.”

Jimbo directed me first on my hands and knees so he could get at my tits while lying under to suck on them while Leo ass-fucked me and used his hands on my cunt and clit. I’m sure I would have come hard with just the thick cock and long fingers working me, but Jimbo’s sucking and nibbling added extra fun and I yelled so loud he had to stop up my mouth. I bucked like a bronco, to use one of those truthful clichés, and nearly fainted.

“Godalmighty,” Jimbo croaked, “I’ve never seen a coyote come like that.”

Leo pulled me upright so that I was kneeling and held up from behind while he finished coming, flooding my asshole, his spunk dripping down my inner thighs. I looked down on Jimbo lying there with an unremitting incredulity and an open mouth. He noticed my stare and stuck his tongue in and out like he thought he was a cool rock star. Still, I managed a smile in my satiated state thinking of that wriggling tongue in my throbbing cunt. Leo let me go and I fell across old Iggy Pop’s chest panting and gasping.

“She’s all yours, Jimbo. She can take a lot more, don’t be fooled by her exhausted ass.”

Jimbo’s tongue proved a real wonder, in my asshole too. He finally fucked me standing up while I lay with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Leo took care of my nipples and was ready to clap my mouth shut when I started yelling again. I kept coming even after Jimbo withdrew and slumped to the floor spent. (He’s now a regular, about once or twice a month. I never worry about home repairs and maintenance.)

That’s a typical ‘working’ day for me. I have clients in the science library too. Geeky sorts, but I like the greater variety of public settings like the stacks, study carrels and sorting room. Occasionally, I fuck ‘gratis’. Some of the students are singularly alluring, and most have more staying power than my usual senior-type customers.

A week before Earth Day on one of my free days I was feeling intemperately horny, so I went to the library at lunchtime to find a quick fix. Noon is good for cruising and finding a fuck-spot as there’s only a ’skeleton staff’ on duty. I don’t worry about getting ‘caught’ by students, actually enjoy it; the looks on some of their faces contributes to my arousal.

I sat in a corner of the third-floor study lounge, it’s the favorite area for grad students. (I didn’t feel like ‘teaching’ any undergrads that day.) I spread my legs and fingered myself to get my juices and scent going. Soon enough a gorgeous TA walked by, sniffed the air and followed his nose (and more) to my corner. I led him into the nearest stairwell and slowly pulled down my halter-top.

“Uh-uh. Your turn. Take out your cock.”

I grabbed a few inches of semi-hard dick and doubled it in seconds. He turned my pink to red. I sensed his anxiety about getting caught so I quickly turned to face the wall. I bent over spreading my legs enough to put my cunt at his disposal. He only had to flip up a few inches of cotton skirt.

“Your cock is sooooooo hot. Ouch, lover. Come on, ream me, baby. You’d make full professor with me.”

I figured the smut talk would expedite things as I was ready before I hit the wall.

“What’s your name? Give me your number.”

Poor thing. After I explained it was a one-er and would cost his lab fees for a repeat, he went back to the lounge. I know I’m cold, but I’m on a schedule. If an astrophysics doctoral student can’t understand that, tough.

From the circulation desk, one of my librarian clients spotted me coming out of the stairwell.

“Hello, Cherry. My, something smells familiar. We must discuss your overdue fees soon. I’ll have time as soon as Earth Day’s past. We’re holding some of the public presentations here, hope I see you, even if just for a flash.”

I swiped my wet cunt and slid my hand across his smile.

“Have a taste, Dick.”

My last job for Earth Day was to pick up the colloquium’s plenary speaker. Leo loaned me his Benz to go to LAX.

“Leave some cunt syrup on the seat for me, hon.”

Professor Hunk arrived the evening before Earth Day. I guessed correctly that he was six feet six inches tall. He guessed how much that meant to me.

“Thank you for the welcome and ride, Cherry. Let me buy you a drink.”

We were the only people in the hotel bar. I faced him in our corner booth, with my back to the room, and pulled down on my tee.

“I can orgasm on nipple play alone. Try me.”

It took three minutes to get me to the edge. Then we went to his room.

“My god, you are a big, fine girl. I don’t know where to start—have you bend over, lie down, sit on me, pee on me. No, no, just kidding.”

I liked his sense of humor and appreciation of my height. I could ride him and not worry about causing any damage.

“Baby, please let me take some photos of your amazing nipples. Close-ups, macros. I’ve never seen such puffy things, that color, that perfection. Can you make ‘em light up? Do they sing? What can’t you do, you stupendously sexy tall thing?

What couldn’t he do! I was astounded at the care and deliberation he gave my nipples. I came twice before he touched another part of my body.

“I could watch you come all night.”

He did.

He had me over him of course so my nipples hung down. He played with them while I lay on the bed or stood against the wall. He cupped them from behind while having us face the mirrored door of the bathroom. He suckled like a baby, adoringly and actively expressive of his joy. He fucked me only face to face, though.

“I have got to be looking at them, I cannot stop. I want to be able to touch your nipples while we fuck, have them winking at me while I come, while you come. Let me come on them, massage ‘em with my spunk.”

He did.

My orgasms felt deeper and more substantial than ever, but I didn’t have to scream. The depth and heat of them made me swoon into myself, more like an implosion, quiet, deep, endless. I moaned loudly and constantly, I could not call forth a single word, not a syllable.

Sam pushes his tongue as deep as he can go, then slides his tongue out. His lips open wider as he moves a little forward. He could feel her shiver as the inside of his upper lip slides across her clit. When his mouth touches her pussy and clit completely, he begins to close his lips. They stop just around the top of her pussy, around her clit.

Jenny felt it when his lips surrounded her clit. She felt the excitement push past the normal point of excitement as his lips press around her pussy. It was not only lips but the way his mouth pulls against her clit. She moans loudly, not sure if anyone can hear her.

Sam starts to stroke her clit with his lips as his mouth sucks and releases her. He could feel her shaking and her hips thrusting with every pull. Slowly pulling her clit in, making sure his lips pull and massage her against the soft insides of his lips. Releasing, he lets her clit slide slowly down and off the insides of his lips. Then he would do it again, pulling and releasing her.

Jenny is in heaving feeling him sucking her clit, massaging her as she push against his mouth. The logical part of her mind echoes her question, so she concentrates hard to open her eyes. She first looks down to see Sam sucking her. She could see Sam’s eyes closed as his lips move against her. She is also surprised at where his lips seem to be. If she had to guess, it would be much further up but they are not. Jenny almost closes her eyes again as she feels Sam sucking slightly faster and slightly harder.

Jenny moans again and she looks up. The tapestry is still in place and no one is watching them. The sound of the club is still blaring so her moans should not be heard. She pushes her head against the wall as she feels his hands slide up to her ass cheeks. She could feel him squeezing her cheeks as his lips pull her.

She closes her eyes and thrust in rhythm to his movements. Jenny moans and moans, smiling at the freedom.

Sam found it hard to hold the position of his mouth as her arousal and excitement manifested in the juices. He loves the taste but it makes his job harder. He spreads his lips a little wider and sucked a little faster. The movement pulls her clit faster along more of the inside of his lips. He moves his head forward too in order to take her in and hold her for a second before releasing. He could hear her moaning as he continues to do this.

Jenny follows with her mind, he sucks and she could feel herself sliding against the silky and smooth skin of the inside of his lips. Then she could feel him holder her there for a second, his breathing causing his lips to almost contract around her. Just then, she could feel herself sliding along his lips again. Jenny’s body warns her that it is not that much longer. She could feel the spot below her stomach, not quite where her clit is, start to tense more and more. Her legs moves more and more, trying to close and remain open at once.

Sam tries to add his tongue into the mix. As he sucks against her clit, pulling her into his mouth, his tongue would slide against her clit. This causes a completely different flow in friction against her clit. The top part of her clit moves along his lips as he sucks her in. The bottom part feels his tongue moving down against her clit. He could feel her shake when he does this. His fingers press against her ass cheeks as he sucks and releases.

Jenny did not quite understand the feeling her clit is feeling. She just knows that the sensation causes her body to shutter and start to convulse. Her body tells her that the orgasm has started but for some reason she does not feel it yet.

Sam feels Jenny tense up as his tongue moves along the bottom of her clit. His mouth works faster against her clit as he pushes himself harder against her.

Jenny’s mind starts to go blank as she recognizes the feeling. Her body almost numb as she feels her body starts to ball up. A second later, her back hits the wall behind her and her body shakes again. This is the orgasm is the last coherent thought in Jenny’s mind as the world seems to explode in light and darkness.

Sam nearly lost his support of her ass. His lips were nearly pushed away with her convulsion. He could taste her as he sucks at her clit. His fingers squeeze her as she convulses again. Sam could hear her moaning, almost too loudly. He opens his eyes and sees her head against the wall with her mouth open.

Jenny did not release Sam’s head instead she kept a steady grip as his lips move stroking her clit. She could feel another orgasm coming and starts to rock his head. Jenny is glad he realizes why she is doing this as his tongue moves harder against her clit. She could feel him sucking too but not as hard as before. She let his tongue move her over once more and her hips push hard against him.

Sam continues to move until her moves slows somewhat. His lips slowly release her clit and his tongue slides down and into her for another taste. He could hear her whimper somewhat at this so his tongue does not move too far.

Jenny opens her eyes to see him pulling his tongue back into his mouth. She smiles at him as she sees him smile. She lets go of his hair and reach down to his jaw.

Sam feels her hands on his jaw guide him up off his knees. He found he is a bit numb from being in that position for a period of time. He moves his right hand under her arm and press against the wall for support.

Jenny leans her head forward as he is on his feet. She kisses him hard on the lips and moans into his mouth as he returns it. She could taste herself on his lips as he opens his mouth. Their tongues touch and they dance slowly. Jenny could feel him teasing her tongue towards his mouth and she did the same to his tongue. She then feels him against her. Her hands move down his sides to his hips.

Sam wants to help her as he feels her hands slide along his pants to the front. Her fingers move to unbutton his pants. It took a minute but felt like sixty. Sam moves his left hand up over her right shoulder and press against the wall. He breaks away from the kiss and looks at her.

Jenny smiles at him and looks down as she pulls his zipper down. She could see her fingers slide into the top of his pants and underpants. She pushes and starts to lower herself as they clothing falls to his knees. Before Jenny gets to her knees, she feels his hand touch and hold her right arm. She looks up at him puzzled.

“No, I can’t wait.”

Jenny smiles and nods at him.

Sam helps her to stand back up with his right hand. His now free cock still feels confined. It throbs hard in the air between them. He leans forward and kisses her on the lips again.

Jenny returns the kiss and feels him throbbing between them. She moves her hands to his back and runs them down to his ass. There she squeezes his cheeks and feels him press against her harder. She could feel his tongue slide against her lips, so she opens her mouth. She could feel him moving his body, lowering himself. Jenny could feel his hard-on moving down from below her stomach.

Sam continues to kiss her as he lowers himself. His cock moves down between her legs. His cock moves and touches her upper inner thigh. He holds himself there, letting her feel him throb against her skin as they continue to kiss.

Jenny is always amazed at how hard and smooth a cock feels against her skin. She kisses him and feels him holding it there, between her legs and not quite against her pussy. She moves her hips a little to give it a bit of friction. She feels him respond as his cock seems to twitch.

Sam pulls from the kiss as he positions his knees under Jenny’s legs. They both look down to see his cock pointing to between her legs. Both of Sam’s hands move down to grab her ass cheeks.

Jenny could feel him lifting her as her eyes continue to watch his cock throbbing between them. She could see it coming closer to her as his hands lower her. She feels the tip of his cock touch her pussy and she lets out a quick breath.

Sam could feel her pussy against his cock. He wants to thrust, to push himself deep but he could not get the tip against her pussy lips. So Sam lifts her closer to him.

Jenny pulls her legs up and uses his legs as support. She could see him reach down to take a hold of his hard-on. She could feel the tip of him touch her pussy. It is almost electric.

Sam slides the tip along her pussy. First down across her pussy lips towards the bottom. Then up across her pussy lips to her clit. He does this twice then lets his cock rest against her clit. He could feel himself throbbing against her clit.

Jenny feels him against her clit. She could feel him throbbing against her and it feels strangely good. She could feel it sliding against her as Sam leans in for a kiss. His entire shaft moves along her pussy, angling up and sliding along her clit. She shivers as he kisses her. She shivers as it continues to throb.

Sam could feel her body moving along his shaft. He does not understand why he does this even though he is so excited. The thing on his mind was to slide in her but now that he is here, he seems to want to tease her more. He did not understand it but still he does it.

Jenny could feel her hips move against him. She slides her arms over his shoulders and around his neck as they kiss. She moves her lips along her cheek then over to his ear.

“I thought you wanted in?” she whispers into his ear.

“Yes I do, but you feel good here.”

“Mmm. Yes, you feel good there.” She whispers.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

“Mmm. Yes you will.” She smiles and whispers into his ear.

“I want to do it with you in public view.”

Jenny laughs and whispers, “Sorry, the curtain is down and Toni is gone.”

“Here.”

His hips move, causing his shaft to run against her clit more fully.

Jenny moans, feeling his hardness and silky shaft sliding along her clit and pussy.

“How?” She asks.

“Use the upper part of your body, move out under the curtain. You lean against the booth as I take you from behind.”

“My friends will know.”

“They know already.”

She takes a second to think.

His cock stroking her, getting her excited once more.

She wonders if the girls will say anything. Jenny is excited now from his touching. She wonders if this is a good idea.

They were able to get away with it at the restaurant because the waitress did not mind. They were also lucky in that the same waitress helped them cover up what they were doing. If she moves from under the curtain and by some amazing coincidence no one saw her, then maybe they will get away with it. If her friends are there, they will surely know what is going on. There is no telling their reaction. But he is right, they already know. The show they put on for him is intended to get him to a state. And Sam certainly is in a state.

She could feel the little electrical excitement with every stroke of his shaft along her pussy and clit.

They can do it. There is a lot going on outside. It is also dark enough that people will think she is just standing there listening and even talking with her friends. Although she is still in this excited state, can she control herself?

She could feel the tip of him sliding against her opening as his shaft rubs against her pussy. She could feel herself moving slightly, hoping he would slide in.

Sam felt his cock twitch harder as he sees Jenny bite her lower lip then nod.

Sam kisses her hard and pulls away.

“Okay, duck under. I’ll hold the curtain against the lower part of you.”

Jenny nods, kind of hoping her friends are there and kind of hoping they were not. Just as she bends over and lifts the curtain, she had a sudden thought – what if the booth has been taken over by some other group?

Sam helps her with the curtain as she bends over. He could see her pause a second as her head ducks under the tapestry.

“Hey!”

Jenny’s heart stops but then recognizes May’s voice.

“Hey.” She says as she looks around.

“The others are dancing or at the bar.” May answers Jenny before she asks.

Jenny nods at May.

May smiles, nods once over towards the wall and says, “Sam’s back there isn’t he?”

“Um.”

May laughs at Jenny’s embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, I will not rat you out.” May says with an evil smile on her face.

Just as Jenny could feel relief, she hears May finish.

“For a price.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry. It isn’t going to be anything bad. I just want you to tell me what is happening. You know, do the Ben and me thing.”

Jenny is shocked. Not that she is shocked that May is asking her for details but shocked because May should know her well enough that this is embarrassing enough. But she wants details.

Jenny recalls the ‘Ben and May’ thing. It happened during one of their camping trips. Basically, at the time May was going out with a guy called Ben. They were doing it wherever they can. So one night they were at camp and everyone decided to play cards. Their card games were very much like truth or dare. May and Ben ended up having to basically have sex but May had to be in public view. Ben went into the tent and half of May was inside. They did it. May basically talked to them all through the experience. May did not give that much details though.

“No?” May asks and she starts to raise her hand towards a waitress.

“Wait.” Jenny says.

“So?” May smiles at Jenny, knowing she had her trapped.

“Okay.”

“So what’s Sam doing?”

***

Sam could hear their entire exchange. He did not do anything as Jenny and May spoke. Sam wanted to be prepared in case their fun had to stop. When he had heard May ask Jenny to give her every detail of the experience, he got more excited.

He looks down and he can see his hands holding the curtain against her hips. He could see her naked ass sticking out towards him. He glances further down and sees his cock so he leans closer letting his cock slide between her legs along her pussy. He could feel her tense up.

***

“Better not stare at each other. Look at the dance floor or the stage.” May turns to say to Jenny.

Jenny looks over at the dance floor where she can see Joan and Ellen dancing. She could not see Mindy anywhere. So she guessed she is at the bar as May had said.

May could see Jenny shiver and half close her eyes.

“What happened?” She asks, smiling quickly at Jenny.

“He just pressed himself against me.” Jenny says to May.

“What do you mean? Did he put his cock in you?” May glances at Jenny and asks her.

Jenny shakes her head, “No, he just has it against me. You know, slid it along my pussy.”

May nods.

***

Sam places both hands on her ass, palms flat against her skin. He can feel her respond by lowering her ass a little. He takes a second to look.

Her legs spread and bent. Her beautiful ass sticks out at him.

Sam could feel her smoothness and wetness of her pussy as he slides his cock along her.

Jenny shivers at the feel of his cock, the top of his shaft, as he moves it along her but not in her.

Sam bends his knees slightly and pulls his hips back. His cock slides away from her pussy. Sam moves his hips forward and watches the tip of his cock move forward.

***

“I can feel the head touch my pussy. He’s pressing it against me.”

May listens and asks, “Tell me what it feels like.”

“I can feel his head hard against my pussy. I’m still wet from his licking earlier and my orgasm.”

May glances at Jenny just as she pauses. She can see her eyes open wide then close half way.

“He just put it in?” May guesses but asks Jenny anyway.

Jenny nods in response. She could not speak really. Jenny wants to feel him without interruption as he slides in. Her mouth opens again slight, then she closes her mouth and eyes at the same time.

It takes Jenny another second.

“His cock is spreading me. Sam is sliding it in slowly, filling me. Oh!”

May waits for Jenny to continue, her own excitement building. Her eyes look over to see if she can spot any part of Sam entering Jenny.

“He is so hard!” Jenny says, then smiles. “I think I’m going to have to keep him teased for a while before fucking next time.”

May sees Jenny look at her with a sultry and satisfied smile.

With that Jenny, jerks forward a little.

May sees Jenny closing her eyes completely.

“He just pushed against me hard. He is pushing hard into me.”

“Fast?”

Jenny shakes her head and fights hard to open her eyes.

“No, he is moving slowly. Watch me rock.”

Jenny raises herself onto her elbows. She moves slowly forward as Sam slides his cock slowly out. Then she moves back fast and meets Sam’s thrust into her. Jenny could not stare at anything in particular. Her mouth is open and for once she is glad she is talking to May. Anyone looking at them would think they were talking and Jenny is swaying to the music.

“What else is he doing? Is he slapping your ass?” May grins at the thought.

Jenny shakes her head, eyes turning towards May.

“His hands are on my ass, one on each cheek. He is squeezing me as he thrusts into me.”

“Do you like the way that feels?”

“Yes.” Jenny says, the hiss in her word showing up again.

***

Sam is not sure how much he can hold out. He is so excited from hearing Jenny explain to someone else what they are doing. He moves harder against her, thrusting faster in and out of her.

***

“He’s moving faster. It feels so good.”

May nods at Jenny. May is a little jealous that Jenny is getting some and that she is one of those women who can have an orgasm from intercourse. She leans closer to Jenny, listening to her breathing. She could hear her excitement. She smiles and leans back against the back of the booth. May almost imagines hearing the wet slapping of their sex.

“I think he’s close.” Jenny says pausing between breathes.

***

Sam is thinking Jenny is right. His movements increase as he watches himself thrust into her. He also sees her thrusting back. He loves the feel of her pussy around his cock. He tries to stop thinking of how good she feels.

He moans and his hands squeeze her ass a little more.

***

“He’s squeezing my ass again as he is thrusting harder and faster.”

May watches as Jenny thrusts back against the curtain. She smiles to herself, kind of wishing she was home. This would be an interesting to simulate with her toys.

Jenny lowers her head and moans.

“Did he cum?” May asking Jenny as she quickly glances around again.

“Shit. No. But I’m gonna cum…”

***

Fuck, Sam thinks. He could feel her squeezing him more and more. He heard her tell May that she is going to have an orgasm again. That excites him even more but her pussy squeezes him as she starts to have her orgasm.

It is like her mouth squeezing him with fingers all over sliding up and down him. He tries to slow down but she thrusts back against him. His body told him, warned him really that there is no stopping now. He pushes harder and faster.

She squeezes and thrusts against him.

***

May heard Jenny curse. She is really going to climax right now. May looks at her but Jenny’s head is bent over. She sees someone walking by, near them. Their head turn towards them.

Well, someone is going to know what she is doing. What can I do to distract? If there is anything I hate is being stopped mid-climax. She tries to think.

If someone is looking already, might as well give them something to look at.

“Sorry Jen, but someone is looking.”

Jenny did not need to hear that. She remembers this earlier this evening when Toni saw them. She remembers Toni looking into her eyes when she looked up. She remembers the excitement of the moment of getting caught. That causes her next orgasm to hit just as the one just crested. Her body tenses again and shakes.

Both May and Jenny hears Sam curse.

May uses one hand to lift Jenny’s chin and bends over to kiss her. She could feel Jenny kiss back and moan into her mouth. It’s not like they have never kiss other women. They have talked about it and told each other their days in college or high school. They have most definitely talked about their “experimental stage” in their past. She glances over at the person walking by. May sees him stare at the two of them kissing. She reaches up to squeeze one of Jenny’s breasts, just to give him a show.