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  And I couldn’t believe it! I had just had sex in public. I had just exposed myself to the whole world. I had lost myself in passion in Central Park, of all places. Anybody who looked would’ve seen my breasts and David’s penis. And yet I had orgasmed immensely…more powerfully than I had ever imagined. I had experienced a type of pleasure I hadn’t felt before, partly because it was coupled with that sense of danger. That sweet sense of fear.

  We ran, laughing and panting…my sandals were terrible for running, so I took them off and ran barefoot. We eventually reached a line of trees that led to the Lake. We followed them, and then tried to act nonchalantly. As we did so, we heard people running nearby, but they went away from us.

  I realized too late that I had left my panties on the bench, and I again began to laugh loudly. David looked at me, and laughed along with me. We were panting and tittering like little children.

  He put his arms around me and said, “I love you, Rachel.”

  I leaned into his arms, still lost in laughter.

  8

  We grabbed a taxi a few blocks down, hoping nobody would recognize us. We giggled the entire ride. We went back to David’s apartment and cleaned up. I felt so deliciously dirty, wiping his semen from my thighs. I was giggling in the bathroom. I ended up taking a quick shower.

  And then we were back out into the city. It was a beautiful night, and I wanted to be free and out and living in this amazing concrete jungle. I was feeling alive and in love with life.

  I needed new panties, though, so we took a taxi to Fifth Avenue. Once inside the taxi, David leaned over and planted a warm kiss on my lips. I was so energized! I felt like the moment in the park had transformed me. I grabbed him and pulled him to me, pulled him hard against me. He began to kiss me strongly, and I kissed back. We lost ourselves in our kissing. His whiskers scratched my face, and I drank in his deep smell and expensive cologne. I loved his rough, strong body against me.

  I sneaked a peek and saw that the driver was watching us in his rearview mirror. I smiled leeringly at him, and then returned to kissing David again. I began to lose myself in his kisses. I began to lose myself in the moment. More to the point, I let myself be lost in those kisses. I was soaring…I was a sparrow flying fast over a mountain, feeling the updrafts hit the underside of my wings. I wanted to go higher.

  And I felt like a new me. I know that sounds a bit silly…corny even…one wild moment didn’t make me a different person. Yet, in many ways, I was new. Reborn. Energized. Free. Freed from a prison, perhaps of my own making. I guess part of it was throwing off the societal pressures that were heavy on women in those days. Women had to sit with backs erect, smile at men’s humor, be pretty and sweet. Clean and restrained. Thoughtless. Pure. Never too happy, never too sad. Always keeping our thoughts and ideas to whispers among friends.

  Yet now I was venturing into a new realm, a new reality. I was going where women didn’t go in my day. I was taking a course most would never dare sail, out into the dark ocean to find new lands. I loved the trepidation. Breaking through barriers is never easy.

  So as I was kissing David, I took his hand, his warm, strong hand, and placed it on my breast…the one closest to the taxi driver. I felt him squeeze so gently at first, and then more strongly. I began to get hot. Another quick peek and I saw the driver was watching us still. His eyes flashed between the road and the mirror. Those darting, sinful eyes! I decided to give him a show. I would fill his mirror with something he had never seen in it before.

  I pulled back, and began to unbutton my blouse, my eyes burning into David’s. Just a few buttons, but enough to provide access. David slipped his hand in, bypassed my bra, and squeezed my bare breast. His rough hand made my nipple hard. I tilted my head back, and he began to kiss my neck with passion. His kisses woke my skin, and I tingled all over.

  I pushed him back, and looked again into his deep, black eyes. I leaned back against the door, opening the remaining buttons on my blouse. I then inched my skirt up, showing my smooth thighs. David fixed his gaze on me…his eyes were flaming, as if he meant to incinerate me with the heat of his ebony stare. And then he was on me. His hot mouth smashed against mine. His strong hands were grabbing my breasts, which were now throbbing. And then I felt his hand slide down. I wanted his rough hands all over me. I wanted every inch of my body to be scraped with his hot, callused hands.

  I noticed that the taxi was not moving. I thought we might be at a light, but I was enjoying his ministrations too much, losing myself to his touch. My body was prickling all over, and I was so excited to know the driver was probably watching us.

  David slipped two fingers inside me, and we could both feel how soaked I was. His fingers were so insistent…strong and rough. I pushed back against them. I began to burn all over my body. Hot, deep ripples were spreading through me and over me. Through our hot panting, I heard another mouth panting. I felt motion, not with David and me, but near. I was so caught up in our passion that I didn’t want to even consider what this other motion could be. I pushed myself over and over against David’s rough hand. I pushed my breasts against him. I ground my mouth on his, and fought for his tongue. Oh God! I was on fire. I could smell my sex. The windows were fogging from our breath. And still that extra motion was nearby, near us.

  Though I was immolating in my furious passion, I guess curiosity eventually got the best of me, and I had to find out what was causing this other movement. My eyes were slammed shut, but I forced them open just enough to peek through the bottom of my lids. The driver had pulled to the side of the road. His head was turned, and he was watching us directly. He was masturbating, though I could only see the motion of his shoulders and not his erection. I could now hear, though, a moist, slapping sound that matched the rhythm of his movements.

  Though he was a balding, paunchy man in his forties, it made me so hot that he was watching us and pleasuring himself. I decided to give him something to enjoy. There was no more pretense—we all knew the score.

  I began to moan with my passion now. I continued to push my wetness against David’s hand. The added thrill of being watched enhanced the tingling sensations flittering through my body. I could feel the beginnings of a climax, though it was off in the distance. I let it stay there…I wanted to build this one slowly…it was there when I needed it.

  I then found my hand on David’s crotch. I pulled at his zipper, but couldn’t get an angle on it. He kept his hand inside me, but pulled the other off my breast. He unzipped himself, and opened his belt buckle. I dug into his crotch and pulled at his thick penis. It was already so hard, and dripping with excitement. I pulled it up and stroked it hard, yanking on it…pulling it toward me. I used his moisture to wet the tip. I heard the subtlest moan from our driver.

  I wanted David inside me again. I wanted to feel his large manhood pressing into my body. The angle, though, just wasn’t right. I pushed against his chest, forcing him to slide back. He understood, and moved back against the door, still facing me. I then lowered my head to his crotch, and took him into my mouth.

  Though we had just made love a short while before, he was absolutely rigid…maybe even stiffer than he had been earlier. I moved up and down on him, and could feel him growing even larger, and throbbing in my mouth. I couldn’t see it, but I know David made eye contact with the driver. I know this because the driver said, “You’re a lucky sonofabitch, man!” in a heavy Brooklyn accent.

  He was enjoying the show! Good! I pulled my hair and threw it to the other side of my head. This gave the driver the full view of my efforts to pleasure David. My saliva ran down his length, and I purposely slurped to make more of a production.

  And I went at it with gusto. I bobbed my head up and down, over and over. I used my hand to pump his shaft, and drive him as deeply into my mouth as I could take him. David leaned his head back. To give the driver a better show, I used my left hand to fully expose my breasts. I then slipped that hand down to my crotch, pulling up my skirt. I began to rub my ach
ing clitoris, first with one and then two fingers. I was sucking David with all I had, but it did feel good to have pressure. My orgasm wasn’t nearly as far away now. It was becoming more imminent now. I knew it would overwhelm me soon.

  To help it, I inserted two fingers. I was so open and wet that I could hear the damp sounds. And it felt so good! I was burning from my own heat. My face was on fire now. I knew the driver was enjoying it too, because I could feel the car moving even more with his vigorous pumping. His breath was quicker than David’s. I could hear his moisture…I could hear that he was close to an orgasm. I decided to help him get there.

  I pulled the two fingers out of me. I looked into David’s eyes, and slowly, languidly, put those two fingers into my mouth, tasting myself. I let out a long “Mmmmm” as I did so. My tangy juices still had a hint of David’s musky flavor.

  “Oh shit, man!” I heard the driver shout, and then, “Un un un un un.” I could hear his squirting strokes. I could hear his climax, and it set me off on my own. I pushed my fingers back into me and came…violently. I lifted my head up and shouted, “Oh fuck!” and twisted under the massive, extreme peak. It was shorter than the one earlier, but just as intense…maybe more. The taxi was spinning in my brain, and I was riding the pleasure as it raced through me. My head swam, and thoughts whooshed through my brain.

  When I had finished, I looked up, panting heavily. David was looking down at me with a smile on his face. I could smell the driver’s semen. I suddenly felt a bit self-conscious, and immediately sat up and began to button my blouse. David, too, began to put himself together, though he was still engorged. He hadn’t finished, so it took some doing.

  The driver had a hand-towel and was cleaning up his dashboard and steering wheel.

  “Uh, I hope you don’t mind…I’m gonna drop you off here. Fifth Avenue is one block up. I gotta get home. Fare’s on me.” His face was slack, and he looked exhausted.

  We got out, and walked into the night air. David put his arm around me.

  9

  We found a shop called Mandy’s just a few blocks down Fifth Avenue. David was feeling very sexually agitated, as he hadn’t been able to climax in the taxi. I liked him on this edge, this agitated state of interrupted orgasm, but I could see he clearly wasn’t feeling very comfortable. His pants were just too tight. I saw a hungry look in his dark eyes, and I knew he wanted to take me home and ravish me. I was enjoying the tease, and wanted to torture him just a bit more.

  When we entered Mandy’s, I saw they had quite a variety of panties and other under-garments. However, now that I was there I wasn’t ready to lose the nakedness under my peasant skirt. It was such a free feeling…such a dangerous feeling. This was a new experience, and I was enjoying it. The cool evening air moving up my naked thighs had felt so erotic. I was in no hurry to lose this feeling. Instead, I went to the shoes. David grumpily followed me. I guess he assumed I was just going to shop and ignore his ache.

  As it was late at night, the store was empty, except for a very young salesman. He came over and asked if I needed any help. “We close in about twenty minutes” he warned us. I looked at some heels. Though I normally don’t like very high ones, I suddenly felt the urge to try some on. After all, I was breaking lots of my own rules tonight. Why not push other boundaries?

  I asked him to show me a pair of black stilettos in a size seven. I sat down while he came back with them. David was drifting around the store a little. He was probably wondering why I was trying on shoes when we came here for panties. Maybe he was walking off his erection.

  The young man knelt in front of me to help me try them on. I caught David’s eye and gave him a devilish wink. As I did so, I began to shift in my seat and let my skirt ride up. The salesman must have been around twenty…probably a college student. He did his best to stay focused on my shoes, but it wasn’t long before I caught him sneaking a peek up my skirt. I pretended to be interested in these shoes, looking at them from different angles. My movements opened my legs to him. I knew he could see all the way up my skirt and straight into my womanhood.

  He blushed. Hard. His face was sanguine and his eyes were large; he was sweating instantly. I looked at David, and he also flushed. He was watching us without breathing.

  “What do you think, David, do these shoes look good on me?”

  “What?”

  “These shoes? What do you think?” I stood up suddenly, and the spell was broken for both of them. David looked into my eyes and then down at my shoes.

  “Uh, yeah…they look good.”

  “Hmmm…I don’t like them.” I saw another pair…they were ugly, but it wasn’t the shoes I was interested in. “Do you have those in a seven?”

  “Ummm…let me check…” the young boy hurried to the backroom.

  I smiled at David, and he leered back at me, lust pouring through his veins.

  “Did you like that?”

  “Yeah…I did…”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah…I like everything.”

  The salesman was back in a minute. I noticed that he was actually just about to be good looking. His face was shiny and pimply…youth, after all. But when his face cleared up and he lost his nervous twitchiness, he would be a handsome young man.

  He knelt down in front of me again. Before I sat down, I ensured my skirt was up my thighs already, so that when I sat he could see clearly. I pulled it around the back a bit, which elevated it in the front.

  He made no pretense about focusing on my shoes. His eyes flitted back and forth between my feet and my sex. I kept my legs wide for him. His hands were shaking as he slid these shoes on. They were horrible brown things, but I pretended to be ambivalent about them.

  “Oh, I don’t know…what do you think, David?” I stood up and modeled them. I walked to a mirror and looked at myself wearing them. I was careful to toss my skirt around a little, to show some thigh.

  “Um, I don’t know. Maybe you should try another pair.” David was in on the game now.

  “Yeah. How about these wedges? Do you have those in seven?”

  The boy was in the backroom again. I could see David’s crotch bulging. His face was dark now. I knew he was aroused. I was enjoying this little game, and I could feel the excited shivering in my belly, the goose bumps on my arms and back. I heard a few boxes fall in the back, and I smiled to myself.

  The young man was back. I again sat with my skirt up, this time bunched halfway up my thighs. As he knelt down, I gave him what he wanted. This time, he never took his eyes off my crotch. He moved ever so slowly, putting the shoes on my feet. They were wedges, and could slip on quickly, but he made it a very slow process. His hands were very hot and wet, and trembling visibly. I looked at his crotch, and could clearly see his erection was straining to be free. In those days, men wore very tight pants, and it seemed as if he was about to rip out of his khakis.

  I was never a popular girl. I was never the sexy girl. I wasn’t the blonde cheerleader who dated the quarterback. Never the homecoming queen. I was the nerd who outworked everybody. I was a teacher, for God’s sake! I had never unleashed my feminine power before. Yet here I was with a young, soon-to-be-handsome salesman kneeling in front of me, and a stunning boyfriend, and both were watching me with lust and desire. This was entirely new for me, and, I’m afraid to say, I reveled in it. The tease. The heat. The desire. I was making them want me. I had the power. I had the control. I could stop it and start it at any time. I guess it was immature of me, but this was something I had missed growing up. I had never been a girl who could tease a man until he begged for her. Most girls work that out in high school, but this was totally new to me. So if I seem to have been acting badly, I can only say that I was blooming late in my sexuality. I make no apologies.

  And I was feeling very sexy, and that’s never wrong. So sexy, in fact, that I was immensely wet with anticipation. I didn’t know how far I would go, and already I had crossed a hundred boundaries I never thought I could. Yet I also kne
w I wasn’t about to generate an orgy in a shoe store.

  “Gee, I don’t know. None of these are doing it for me. Do you have anything else…something you think would look good on me?” I asked with innocence in my eyes. I shouldn’t have bothered, as the young man’s eyes were focused elsewhere.

  “Um, yeah…” He stood up, slowly tearing his eyes away from my swollen sex. He was in the backroom again. As he did, I pulled up my skirt even higher. There was no more pretense. I was fully exposing my wet sex to a young man. When he came back, he immediately focused on my crotch when kneeling before me. I might as well have been naked, as my skirt was bunched up around my waist.

  “What shoes did you bring me?” I asked with feigned interest.

  “Um, yeah….” He pretended to be reaching for a box of shoes.

  “Or would you rather look at my pussy?” I asked.

  He looked up at me for the first time in a while, enlarged eyes like a child with his hand in the cookie jar.

  “Oh, sorry…it’s just…”

  “It’s okay…I know you were looking at her. Do you like her?” I cooed my words.

  “Yeah!” He sounded too overexcited. A quick glance at David showed me he was curious about where this was going also. His bulge looked absolutely massive in his pants. His arms were at his side, and he was leaning forward. Had the young salesman looked at him, he probably would have felt intimidated by his presence…but he avoided David’s stare completely.

  I slid my hand sensuously down my stomach, and then began to tease my first two fingers around my now badly swollen opening. I was absolutely dripping. As I moved my fingers over it, they became slick with my wetness. I began to play, slowly at first. The young man looked like he was seeing God for the first time. I wondered for a moment if he was a virgin.