I shivered when you pulled my shirt free of my pants and slipped your hands underneath.I shivered when you pulled my shirt free of my pants and slipped your hands underneath. "Cold?" you asked. "A little," I replied. "It's the breeze more than anything else." You turned me around to face you, and then turned us both around so your back was towards the breeze and mine towards the restaurant. "There you go, ma'am. Your own, private wind-screen." It was such a thoughtful gesture I couldn't possibly complain when you pulled my shirt off, baring my breasts. Not that I would have complained, especially after you bent down and began licking my nipples. It felt very nice, but with you bent over like that, the breeze was starting to bother me again. I pulled you upright, and pressed my tits against you, warming them on your chest. Your cock was like a rock, and I knew it must be demanding release rather urgently. "Would you like me to do something about this?" I asked, stroking it gently through your pants. "Silly question..." "Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" I undid your belt, opened the button of your jeans, unzipped your fly, and found that you had dressed for the occasion too. Without underpants to confine it, your cock stuck straight out in front of you. I glanced around, and decided that if anyone was still in the restaurant, the trees would prevent them from seeing anything. To be sure though, I decided to stay between you and the windows. I lowered your pants to your knees, and then began to run my index finger back and forth along the underside of your prick. You shivered, and it was my turn to look mock-concerned. "Aw, what's the matter? Breeze blowing up your ass?" "No, the wall's blocking the breeze. It's the madwoman trying to scratch my cock under the chin that's making me do that. Doesn't she know that you're supposed to do that to pussies?" "There's only one pussy around here, and I'm not into scratching my own at the moment. |