“Michele, you’re incredible. You’re smart, and beautiful, you’re sexy, you’re so sensual, and I really missed this, not just going down on you, I missed that a lot, but just holding you, I missed that too.” I tried to help her understand how I was feeling.
She just tilted her face up to mine and kissed me passionately. When our lips met, they were soft, full, wet, and it felt fantastic.
She broke it off after a minute or so, “You taste like my pussy,” she giggled. “Let’s get you cleaned up and get out of here!”
We awkwardly stood from our position. A large puddle of her juices soaking into the ground, my face, neck, and the entire front of my shirt soaked with her essence as well. My cock, still standing rock hard inside my pants, had pushed through the waistband in that position and left a size-able wet spot of precum at the bottom of my shirt. Still hard, she playfully grabbed it, kissed me again.
“I promise I’ll take care of him soon!” She said with a smile.
We opened the trunk, so I could change my shirt. She found some wipes in her bag and cleaned my face, neck, and chest. Once complete we hopped into the Boxster, immediately put the top down, and headed for the exit of the parking garage.
We rolled up to the booth, the female attendant took a moment to open the mirrored glass window. She looked a little disheveled, her shirt looked unbuttoned a button or two too far, and I couldn’t see her pants, but she was wiping her hands with a towel before she took my paperwork.
She looked it over quickly and leaned out the window. “You know, you’d be surprised at what these security cameras can pick up these days. I just never know what to expect with what some people do in this garage.” She smiled wide, and winked at both of us.
She knew. She’d seen everything.
Michele squeezed my arm and started nervously laughing, hiding her face a bit. Her boobs jiggled, even her belly bounced a bit.
The parking attendant handed me my paperwork, that grin still apparent on her face. “Have a wonderful trip, try not to mess up the car.” She laughed as she slid the window closed and we drove off.
Out of the airport and onto the freeway, it would take us about 30min or so to reach our first stop of the sightseeing afternoon, Millennium Park. Almost immediately Michele tied her hair in a ponytail and put her hand on my leg as we drove. I really enjoyed how she never seemed to want to be out of touch, even when we were sitting just inches apart.
She smiled in the sunshine as the wind whipped through her ponytail. We drove fast, as traffic was light. After 25 minutes or so we were off the freeway and crossing the Chicago River with the Willis Tower a few blocks away.
We stopped at a red light, Michele turned to me and she slid her hand over my cock. She stroked and squeezed it gently, it immediately began throbbing in response.
“I wonder if anyone can look down from the high rises and see us?” She said playfully.
I leaned over and kissed her as she gave me another playful squeeze. There was a freedom of being in a strange city where we didn’t know anyone, and more anonymity added by being in a car, that made me feel much less self conscious, and clearly, Michele felt the same.
The car behind honked as the light had turned green but I’d failed to notice. We took off quickly to make up for it, and made our way a few more blocks to the park. We quickly found a parking spot, and joined hands as we walked a path.
After a short walk, we found the Cloud Gate, a silver ‘bean shaped’ art sculpture that distorted your image like a circus mirror when you stood in front of it. Due to the constantly changing angles, your image shifted as you walked past. Michele stopped abruptly when she found a spot that made her eight month pregnant belly look flat. She pulled me close and pointed.
“See, this is what I’ll look like for you in another month or so!” She exclaimed.
“I like that version of you,” I turned to look at her, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. “But I love this version too, you’re so beautiful Michele. I can’t keep my eyes off you!”
“You make me feel that way!” She said with a huge smile.
After taking a few pictures, we walked to the shade of a nearby group of trees and found a bench under a big oak. It’s green leaves spread wide, and the wooden bench looked out over the park and Chicago Harbor. Sailboat masts swayed and rocked in the water in the distance.
We sat down on the bench and immediately kissed for a moment, our hands beginning to slide up and down each other’s sides. I caressed her beautiful pregnant belly over her blouse as we kissed. I unbuttoned a couple of buttons from the bottom and exposed her belly to the cool breeze and continued sliding my hand gently over her.
She slid one hand over mine as I caressed her, and the other wandered over to find my cock again. She was rewarded with it immediately pulsating in her hand. She squeezed it playfully and became more urgent with her kissing. I moaned into her mouth. Her touch, even through my pants felt so good. She gotten me hard several times since she made me cum on the plane, and it felt as if my balls were full again, swollen, sore, and ready to be drained. I pumped my hips up in response to her stroking me.
She stopped our kiss and looked me straight in the eyes. Her sexy voice said something that nearly made me orgasm immediately. “I want to suck your cock right here and now, and I don’t care who sees us. I want them to see us, I want everyone to know how much I worship your cock.”
I looked around, the park wasn’t packed, but it wasn’t empty either. People walked within 50 feet of our bench, enjoying the views, relaxing, taking pictures of the ‘bean’ and Lake Michigan. My mind raced, it had been such a turn on to orgasm in front of Valerie on the plane, but somehow that seemed more private, and wasn’t planned. This seemed really out in the open.
But my needs were desperate. Even though I had cleaned up, I could still smell her pussy on my lips. My balls were aching, already in need of another release.
I looked back at her, already the feeling desperation setting in. I didn’t just want her touch again, I needed it.
“I need you Michele.” It was all that escaped my lips.
She wasted no time. Immediately she was in front of me, pulling up her long skirt just over her knees and then kneeling down between my legs. She re-tied up her hair in a clean ponytail. Her hands deftly opened my belt, button, and slid my zipper down. She reached up to my waist and tugged my pants and underwear down and I lifted my hips to help her. She took them all the way down to my ankles as my cock sprang up with such force and now sat upright. Like a flagpole of granite dripping precum from the tip. Clearly I’d been dripping for a while, the entire pulsating head was slick with my sweet treat for her. The long thick shaft was tight, each vein and ridge was full, sensitive, the entire length practically vibrated it was so erect.
She giggled a little as she grasped her toy at the base and pointed it towards her smiling face. Extending her tongue and made a show for me of licking around the sensitive head. Moaning her enjoyment as she gathered her treat. She stroked slowly and carefully, trying to pull every drop from the tip.