Gag Or Puke

“There is something else I would like to suck,” I said, placing my hands on
her hips and pulling her lower body into mine, hoping she would get the
hint.
My ploy worked. Immediately, I felt Beth’s hands press downward on my
shoulders. “Kneel!” she commanded.
Who was I to disobey such an order? I fell to my knees like a wounded
deer, still holding on to her supple hips. Her skirt-covered abdomen was
now inches from my face. The blue denim called to me. As I felt Beth’s
hand press lightly on the back of my head, I moved my face forward and
planted my still eager lips right over her pubis, pressing into her skirt
with my chin.
“Yes!” she cried as I started chomping on the denim, dry-eating her.
I was really turned on now. My hands moved from her hips downward,
along her tightly stretched skirt, until they came to rest on the backs of
her knees. As usual, she wore no stockings. I had told her long ago that
bare legs turned me on. She pressed her pubis against my mouth as my hands
began their upward trek, this time along the satiny softness of the backs
of her thighs. In the process, I was slowly pushing her skirt higher.

“Let them find something nice to do. I’ve already found it.”
“I guess you have,” she whispered sexily, frenching me with her tongue
and bringing her hand to the back of my neck, gently scratching me there
with her fingernails as I boldly moved my fingers lower and cupped her
pubis through the blue denim skirt.
“That’s nice,” she sighed, breaking kiss and moving her cheek next to
mine, gaining access to my super-sensitive ears. She took the opportunity
to blow soft, warm air into my left ear, sending chills all over my body.
“Blow in my ear and….”
“And you’ll fuck my brains out,” she interrupted.
“That’s a promise,” I said.
“I’ll hold you to it,” she whispered, breathing her words against my
ear.
Her buttocks were pressed tightly against the counter. Her legs were
opened as wide as the somewhat tight denim would allow. When the tip of
her tongue found ear canal to its liking, I nearly busted my gourd.
I moved both of my hands to the bottom of her sweater which lay
loosely around her waist and, in one quick motion, pulled the soft wool
over her girlish breasts, exposing the plain white cotton bra. She was
never one for really fancy underthings. Someday I would teach her how to
dress sexily underneath her dignified exterior.

After the play. We get into the cab. He has secretly told the
cabdriver to drive somewhere (however far the money will last). He
slowly begins kissing my neck and his hand on my knee slowly working
up my thigh. I can feel the heat from the passion and rest my hand
near his bulge. With his free hand, he slowly begins to unbare my
shoulder as his kisses move down my neck. The other hand begins to
feel a slight wetness.

My hand goes into his pants where I can feel how hard and hot he
really is. He wants to take it out right now, but I say no because
the cab driver is watching us. So, I give him the address to my
place.