EXHIBITIONISM
M is for Monique and a sexy Mess
My new young girlfriend helps me and a stranger cum hard
This is a series of stories about different women I’ve slept with to the one you’ll find in most of my stories so far. E.g. My first time in a sex club — written from her point of view.
I’ll see if I can remember one for each letter of the alphabet, and what their special kink was!
We couldn’t go back to mine, too many people around. We couldn’t go back to hers, she still lived with her parents. But we needed to get off. In downtown Toronto there weren’t too many quiet places in the middle of the day to get naked and fuck. We found a way.
She was a beautiful Indian woman, with a perfect body of round ass, slim waist and an easy tasty handful of firm breasts. They were the first things I needed access to. We sat below the mirrored skyline of skyscrapers, in the corner of a plaza, hidden on two sides by a wall and the rest kind of hidden by well manicured bushes.
She sat on my knee, pressing down on my erection, and opened her shirt half way down, leaving a gap, so that I could reach inside, but still she would look slightly modest. I squeezed through her bra to begin with then slipped my hand up and in to hold them properly. We were kissing and I could barely concentrate on her lips as I felt their warmness. We’d kissed before but this was the first time we’d been able to touch each other. People looked over sometimes but they were polite: ‘Lovers, college students from the local university no doubt unable to control themselves.’ That was about right, if that’s what they were thinking. I love Canadians!
One guy didn’t just walk past though. One guy went and sat on the bench opposite. Not more than 10 feet away. Damn. My clothing restrained erection that had been pushing against her perfect bare legs, in her sexy little mini skirt, started to recede. I also started to take my hand away from her breast, we were going to have to find somewhere else.
But she stopped me. Grabbed my hand and pushed it harder against her breast, not letting go until she knew I’d got the hint. I was embarrassed but she took a break from tonguing my mouth to whisper in my ear, “don’t worry, I don’t care. Let him perv until I make you cum.”
Well that nearly did it right there. She kneaded my growing cock through my jeans. I desperately wanted to suck on her tits but didn’t want to get anything out that he could see. He stared and I caught his eye. Instead of making me soft again my cock fully stiffened. His hand was in his pocket and moving in that familiar way, rocking a bulge up and down. I know she was worth looking at, jerking off too, thousands of men probably had for years already but I wasn’t sure about a guy doing it while she was there, while I watched.
He didn’t care though. He didn’t look directly at me for long because her skirt rode up so high on her legs now that most of her thigh was exposed, perhaps more. I stroked and gripped the soft brown skin of her thigh, moving her skirt higher, showing her off. He jerked harder. I thought ‘I hope he cums before me and clears off’. But then half the fun was watching him enjoy her. He wasn’t good looking, he was old and fat. I wasn’t threatened by him, I just knew he wouldn’t get anything as good as her without paying a lot of money so I enjoyed imagining his jealousy.
She unzipped me and clasped my cock now, the first time she had touched it properly. She took it out and exposed it to the world, or at least to him. I dared not look anywhere else. This was before CCTV was everywhere and so as long as people didn’t report us we’d be ok. I looked up at the high buildings all around. Plenty of people could be watching there as well. She looked over and smiled at him, then smiled at me, confident that I’d be ok with this. I don’t know how. Neither of us were very world wise, still too young to be doing anything kinky, but needs must and we didn’t want to stop.
I was about to cum, I couldn’t hold off anymore, but before I did she unbuttoned her blouse fully and exposing her young breasts. I sucked them quickly and pushed my fingers into her crotch. Later she told me she had had her first orgasm from someone other than herself but at the time I was so immersed in mine I wasn’t sure she had.
I came into her other hand that she had used to cover the spurts when she felt them about to arrive. Some escaped on to our clothes but most of it covered her palm, or dripping on to her wanking hand. I quickly covered up, my fear racing back with my lust ebbing away. Monique though only roughly covered herself up as both her hands were still too white and sticky to use.
“What do I do?” she asked, looking down at the mess I’d made of her.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I think I have a tissue somewhere.”
“Don’t worry.” She looked over to the man. I’d been avoiding looking at since my orgasm had started to subside but he was still there and he still hadn’t cum. He was still fapping away inside his pants. Old men! I get it now but back then I could have cum right away again and I’d held back rather than struggled to get there the first time. I thought him an idiot.
She winked my way and opened her legs very wide, while starting to lick at my cum. Later she told me it was the first time she’d ever tasted cum and it wasn’t as bad as her friends had told her it would be. She kept doing it as if she was an old hand at such things, sucking her fingers and licking her palm, all the time never taking her eyes off the man in front of us, looking into his eyes as if saying “have me like you want your daughters friends,” or looking at his crotch like she admired his masturbating over her. He had never smiled before but now he looked at least emotional in some way. He pulled his cock out from his loose trousers and we could see the wrinkly half hard ugly thing he’d been playing with. She said later she’d wanted to laugh so badly, but kept in whore role to make sure he would cum.
For a moment I feared he would run over and try and stick it in Monique’s face. Years later I would masturbate to the idea of him doing that, imaging her sucking him gleefully, but back then I’d probably have punched him. It didn’t happen though and finally he came. He gurgled, stood and took a couple of steps towards us. Then he wobbled and a great white arc soared across the space between us.
It landed at our feet, just short of us, we thought, and with that we both ran giggling like kids and finishing sorting our clothes out as we did so. We must have as looked comic as he looked sad.
After about five blocks, we panted to a stop and laughed some more, holding on to each other as we got our breaths back. We weren’t scared, we were high and her gasping, sweating, pretty face, was already turning me on again. As I bent over, holding my knees for support, I noticed the white mark on her black boots. “Some of it hit you!”
She looked down and squealed in mock horror, dancing around as if trying to shake it off. Then she stopped, gripped me by my collar and looked up into my face grinning, “and what do I do with that eh?” I had a few ideas.
I will always have a soft spot for Toronto…
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