High Street Hijinks
by Jonathan Eddington
"Hmm, I don't know," I said, nervously biting my lip, "what if someone comes?"
"Yeah us. That's the idea" Chris growled, and in one swift movement lifted me up and sat me on the low wall.
To my relief the high street was deserted. During the day it would be full of bustling shoppers and impatient motorists. The only people out now where at the club around the corner where we had met. Deftly he slid his hands under my tight crop top and lifted it freeing my pert, braless breasts.
"Whoa!" I gasped, again looking around.
Before I could cover myself Chris grasped a breast in each hand and kissed me roughly almost pushing me back over the wall. His rough lips covered mine. A not entirely unpleasant pain shot from my nipple as he pinched it, and as I gasped in shock his tongue thrust into my mouth to find mine.
This was not the usual soft and sensual approach that I was used too. But it was what we had talked about online before arranging this, our first date. I wanted to try man who would take charge, and ravage me in daring situations. I had let him choose where to go, and even what I should wear. Going commando had admittedly given me a buzz all night. Quite a few guys had gazed longingly as my breasts bounced and swayed as we danced. My nipples had poked teasingly through my top as I enjoyed the attention, and the feel of the air on my naked pussy was strangely arousing. At one point Chris suggested I did a fast spin to flash my bare buttocks and pussy, but I had been too shy. Admittedly, the thought of other guys getting turned on if I did became more and more desirable as the night went on. So when Chris pulled me too him, ran his hands up the back of my legs, and firmly grasped my now exposed bum, I let him hold me like that for several minutes. His cock had felt hard and thick as we ground our bodies together on the dance floor, but it felt even harder out here as I reached down and squeezed it through his pants.