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Public Flirtations
by Illicit Writer (illicitwriter@hotmail.com)
***
A housewife is out with her husband and kids when she
notices a handsome man checking her out. (MF, wife,
voy/exh)
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"Hey honey," my husband whispered. "Look over your left
shoulder, but do it discreetly."¯
I gave him a look, but he just smiled. I made sure my
two kids were still clamoring over the build it sets at
the children's museum at Navy Pier. I peeked over my
left shoulder, but see nothing but the chaos that comes
from a place like this. screaming kids, running, kids,
laughing kids. and parents endlessly chasing them.
"Sorry Patrick, I don't get what you want me to see." I
could hear the edge of annoyance creep into my voice and
I try and push it away.
"Tall guy in the dark blue shirt."¯
I looked again and saw a man in blue with a young blond
hair boy. The man seemed to be looking at everywhere but
my direction. He was tall, about the same height as my
husband but a decade younger. He had dark hair and then
he smiled and I felt a flutter in my stomach.
I blushed, realizing that my husband was watching me and
asked, "Alright, what about him?"¯
"I believe he's been checking you out since we got
here."¯
I glanced back and saw him brushing off a young boy
about seven years old.
"Nonsense, in this museum everyone kind of flows the
same way."¯
Patrick shook his head. "Alright Kim."¯He noticed our
little girl banging away at a set of blocks and ran to
stop her. I went over to my son and intentionally bent
at the waist, knowing that my ass would be shown to
great effect in my skirt.
I peeked around my legs. Sure enough, the stranger's
gaze was latched onto my ass. Was that a quick rub
against his crotch? I smiled to myself. Let's give him a
show! I reached for a toy, bending lower. I was only 5'4
and 120 lbs, but my ass had always been full even at the
age of 40.
Incredibly, the stranger pulled out his phone. He
appeared to check it, but I swore he took a picture. I
felt myself get a little wet, thinking about this man
looking at my ass when he was alone! I smoothed my skirt
and stood up slowly. Intentionally looking away, I
tugged at my shirt, showing off my tits to their full
effect.
The kids ran into the next room. I followed behind them
passing within a few feet of him. Our gazes met and I
felt an electric jolt between my legs. I refused to
look, but I could feel my nipples harden. I wondered
just how easy it was to see.
I caught sight of my husband but he was still keeping
close watch with our little girl. Looking back, I saw my
admirer herd his son to the same room. I moved to the
side of the doorway.
His kid ran past with his father behind. He sidled up
next to me, so close I felt his breath on the back of my
neck and something light brushed along my ass. As he
continued, my eyes glanced down, I was sure I could see
his rock hard cock.
I leaned against the wall to slow down my breathing. I
was definitely wet now. I waved to my husband and walked
over to our family.
"Look who's followed us to the next room."¯Patrick
nodded to the other side of the room.
I shook my head and smiled. "Oh you. He's younger than
me by ten years."¯
My husband leered. "And your body still turns heads."¯
He glanced at the kids and then whispered. "Especially
when your nipples are hard."¯ He winked.
I felt my cheeks heat up from blushing and gave him a
soft punch.
I moved around and to help my little girl grab the boats
in the water. I wished I had worn a looser v-neck as it
would have given my admirer an eyeful of my boobs.
Still, I thought he might still be able to glimpse
something. With effort, I resisted checking to see if my
efforts were successful. Instead, I slowly rotated
around, eyes still fixed on my child, until my ass was
facing his direction.
I slowly bent further, relishing in the feel of the
fabric pressing against my curves. I imagined him
discreetly touching himself, maybe taking a discreet
picture or two with his camera.
Unable to help myself, I peeked.
He was looking at me with unabashed lust, so taken with
my ass that he didn't even realize that I was looking
back at him. I swayed my hips slowly back and forth
and watched his hand move up his thigh and slowly move
up his thigh. His hand settled unobtrusively over his
crotch and his thumb moved up and down. He was stroking
himself!
Abruptly their eyes met. He blushed furiously and jerked
his hand away. I didn't look away though. and through
some spark of courage, I smiled at him and winked. A
shocked look crossed his face and then he returned the
smile.
But then my kid was pulling me to the next room. This
one had forts arranged out of various furniture.
"C'mon mommy!"¯
I was pulled into a maze of obstacles. I looked back and
saw my husband and son laughing at us. I shook my fist
in mock anger before being pulled further in.
We crawled along and now I was ruing the fact that I had
worn as a skirt as I felt it ride up a bit. My daughter
scrambled into a fort full of balls and I stayed where I
was with a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, I saw a familiar boy shoot past me and into
the ball fort. I felt a warm body press up against me
and I leaned back. His hand tentatively moved across my
ass. When I didn't say anything or move away, the hand
grew bolder. His hand kneaded my ass harder, starting at
the top and working his way down. almost to the hem of
my skirt.
I bit my lip to keep from moaning and pushed my ass out
farther. He started using both hands now. His hands
danced over my ass, sometimes moving up for a quick feel
of my breasts and then down again. I silently wished for
him to move under my skirt to shove his fingers into my
wet pussy. To finger fuck me until I cum. And I feel his
fingers curl under my skirt, his finger tips brush
against the bare skin of my inner thigh. higher and
higher.
"Mommy!"¯
I blink through the haze of desire that had enveloped me
and see my daughter dart forward. Without looking back,
I crawl forward.
My husband and son are on the other side of the maze.
Patrick and I make eye contact and I wonder if he can
guess on how turned on I am. But before he can say
anything, my daughter pulls him to the next room. I grab
my son's hand and we follow along.
The kids play in a room that mimics Chicago's skyline.
But despite the fact that we are there for over twenty
minutes, there is no sign of my admirer. Disappointment
wells within me as I realize that he has probably left.
The next room is full of bubbles and the various
children screeching nearly breaks the sound barrier.
"Pat, I have to go to the bathroom. Will you be alright
with the kids?"¯
He nods and turns back as the kids try to make bubbles
with various crazy shaped wands. I make my way to the
bathroom, but there's a line of women out the door.
Already sexually frustrated, I don't feel like waiting.
I turn to walk back when I spy the men's bathroom.
"Screw it."¯I march over, thinking that I had better
make this quick. I slam open the door and nearly run
into my admirer!
Instinctively, he stops me by grabbing my arms. I try to
stutter out an excuse as a smile spreads across his
face. He reaches past me and I hear the click of the
lock. He walks me over to the sinks and spins me around.
I grab onto the counter for balance even as I feel his
hands pulling up my skirt.
"We don't need these."¯He tugs down my panties, all the
way down to my ankles and I obediently step out of them.
From the reflection of the mirror, I can see him staring
at my ass as he continues to paw at it.
We make eye contact in the mirror as a finger is shoved
into me.
"You are very wet."¯Two fingers slide into me. "VERY
wet."¯Three fingers slide in, raising me to my toss at
the violent intrusion and all I can do is whimper with
lust. I grip the counter tighter as they move in and out
of me a few times more.
His hand snakes around and I start licking his fingers
clean. My taste is strong and tangy. I can see him
unzipping himself, but at this angle I can't see his
cock. His hand moves away as I feel his cock move
against my wet slit. I stick my ass out to give him
better access, giving myself over to him completely.
His cock continues to move along my pussy lips and then
the angle changes and the head presses against me. His
hands grab my hips and pulls. I look back up and our
gazes lock as his cockhead pops into me. He feels about
the same thickness as my husband. I steady my legs as he
begins to slide in. As he moves further and further in.
I gasp and he smiles at my surprise. I haven't felt any
cock this deep before!
Finally the base grinds up against my ass and then he
withdraws just as slow. SLAP! I almost stand up at the
mixture of pain/pleasure, but he's deep inside of me
again. SLAP! He thrusts again. SLAP! The pace begins to
increase and he needs both hands to fuck me hard and
violent. The sensations are too much and I cum, but he
doesn't slow. Instead my convulsions spur him on to go
faster.
I can barely stand, but he holds me up as he makes me
his personal fuck toy. His hand snakes down between my
legs and begins to roughly rub my clit. After my orgasm,
it's incredibly sensitive, but I can't do more than
gasp, completely at his mercy.
"Oh yeah,"¯he breathes. "You are even hotter than I
thought you'd be."¯
His fingers saws harder at my clit. Pain/pleasure
lightening up... and I cum again!
His breathing grows ragged and he breathes into my ear.
"Oh yeaaah... YES!!"¯
I feel his cock swell and bury himself deep within. His
grip on my hips so painful, I'm sure I'll have bruises.
He continues to slide in and out of me though now much
slower. I even begin to think he's going to fuck me
again but then he pops out.
I collapse onto the counter. He gives my ass a final
caress and then I hear the door unlock and he's gone. I
straighten up as best I can and I realize he never
returned my underwear. I smooth out my skirt the best I
can.
Blushing I make my way back through the museum. My
family is still in the bubble room. My husband looks up
and I wonder if there's something in my expression to
give away what happened. He raises a questioning
eyebrow.
"Stupid lines for the bathroom," I mumble.
END
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