A Walk in the Park (unfinished)
As we walk, I notice you hugging yourself.
“Are you cold?”
“No. It feels funny when I walk without a bra. I shouldn’t have let you talk me into going without it.”
“What do you mean, it feels funny?”
“Find out for yourself.”
My hand slips up inside your coat unseen and I can feel your taught little nipple beneath the fabric of your shirt. Hard as a rock. I pinch it between my thumb and finger and you let out a little squeal.
“Sensitive?”
“Yes! Incredibly!”
“Should I stop what I’m doing?”
“God no! Just make sure nobody sees!”
We walk arm-in-arm, my hand under your coat, gently pinching your nipple. I can feel the softness of your breast, free to move as you walk; a wonderful ripple of flesh surrounding that hard little nipple.
My cock stirs in my pants and I have this urge to walk faster. You sense my impatience and begin to pick up the pace.
“Are you in a hurry for something?”
“God, yes! I want to suck that little nipple!”
“Let’s hurry then.”
In moments that seem like a lifetime, we are home again. No sooner is the door closed but I back you against the wall, my knee between your legs, my mouth hungrily devouring your tongue.
My fingers fumble with the buttons of your shirt, opening the front to reveal your twin sweet breasts and pert little nipples.
I cup your breasts, one with each hand. Your fingers fold over my hands encouraging me to squeeze.
“Suck them. Suck my nipples.”
With one hand you offer up the pink tip of your breast to my lips.
“Suck it. Suck it hard.”
Your free hand begins to caress my cock and your fingers unzip me. You reach inside, find my cock and begin to caress the tip with your thumb.
