Page 84 of Time to Bounce

There was no wonder she was wet.

But this wet…

“You don’t know why?” She reached for my arm and dug her fingernails in, not to get me to let go, but to hang on tighter. “But let’s just forget the part about you licking me and leaving me. Let’s think about other things, like what happens when we’re together and we’re in public.”

That was true.

It was like we couldn’t quite control ourselves, no matter where we were.

Public seemed to be the way we expressed ourselves.

And tonight, obviously, was no different.

As a police officer, I shouldn’t condone this.

But I’d always had this kink.

I’d always wondered what it would be like to have sex in a public place, and now I knew.

It was intoxicating.

Then again, it might be because of who I was with, and not exactly where I was.

I pulled my pinky back and twisted my wrist, burying my middle two fingers deep inside of her.

She nearly came off the damn bench when I curled my fingers and made that ‘come here’ motion inside of her.

She gasped, her teeth coming out and latching onto the meat of my shoulder.

“Oh, sorry!” the waitress appeared, making me momentarily berate myself for letting myself get so caught up in what I was doing at this table, that I didn’t pay attention to what was going on beyond it. “But we’re out of flaming hot sauce for your fries, sir.”

I looked over quickly to find her distractedly writing something on her pad of paper. “We’re also out of fry sauce, and all seasoning. Anything else you’d like instead?”

I started to speak, but had to clear my throat before saying, “Just regular fries are fine, please.”

When the waitress still didn’t look up, I made the motion with my fingers again, causing Athena to clench onto me both with her teeth and her pussy.

The waitress disappeared with a murmured ‘okay’ and I went back to what I was doing.

This time keeping an eye on the crowd as I worked Athena closer and closer to the edge.

I could feel the spongy pad under my fingers rippling with each flick, and I knew that she was close.

“I’m gonna come,” she mewled only loud enough for me to hear.

Then again, she probably could’ve screamed it and no one would’ve been the wiser.

The band was really picking up speed now, adding the guitars and drums in.

No one would hear her come.

No one but me.

I twisted my thumb to the bundle of nerves just above my thrusting fingers, and she moaned.

That moan turned into a tiny yell as she fell apart all around me, soaking my hand.

It was by far the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed.

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