"No… uh… I've never tried that…" His wedged-in knob pulsating with these words.
"I've done that, David," she said, and then giggled charmingly at her own wayward foibles. "Many times, in fact, since San Francisco's just teeming with little alleys. Oh, it can be an enthralling experience! One feels so very alive in a moment like that. You know what I mean?… Really alive!"
He smiled at her and swallowed and nervously licked his lips and knew what she meant, although he didn't know whether to feel flattered or written-off by that schizoid picture she'd painted of him. Why would she think he'd kiss whoever socked him? That could make him either very humane and religious or queer!
"I used to live in New York," she was saying, "and I had experiences like this practically every day on the subway. I was a public relations expert in those days, a real career-girl. How those daily subway tangles used to spark my morning-trips to work!"
She had to shout this out, but the surrounding cacophony was so deafening, no one heard but David, who was trying to decipher her words so fast he grew a little addled.
"I find it so thrilling like this, David," she said, edging her compact little body in for a soft landing, as his erection now throbbed blatantly against her and steamed there.
"Thrilling like what?" he asked, pretending he didn't know that she knew what a thick rapport was blooming up between them.
"I go out of my way to find places like this," she said, "crowded shoved-in bars and bistros and busses… And those over-flowing cable-cars can be priceless in a rush-hour! White-collar workers can be such a treat to squeeze at the end of the day, when they're so tired and unfulfilled. Some of them haven't been touched there in months-a girl can tell…"
… Jesus, listen to her, he thought… She's gonna do something awful to me, right here in public… I can feel it!
"Look at all these well-dressed, civilized people, David, standing within inches of us, and they haven't the slightest idea what's going on, right under their noses and highballs…!
"Uh… what do you mean, dear?" he chuckled down at her. "What's going on?"
"This is," she lisped sexily; and then David drew in his breath as he felt her fingers slowly pulling down his pants-zipper, farther… farther, right down to the crotch-seam, and he felt a little draft and said: "Hey there!" but couldn't think of a thing to add to this.
"Slip your arm about my waist as if we were having a very intimate conversation," she instructed him. "Then… just keep smiling and chattering like everybody else."
His face suddenly felt very hot, but he put his arms about her and hugged her in closely as he kept grinning and listening to the crazy pumping of his own heart, for he couldn't believe what was about to happen to him… Oh wow!.. Not here… in full view of all these eyes and voices and laughing social drinkers and before he could decide it was all a nightmare and wasn't really happening, she had him completely unzipped and her soft precious fingers were tugging expertly inside his inflated briefs. Now David couldn't move or think, just kept smiling idiotically, and tried to go on chattering as she'd instructed him. But oh Jesus, hold the phone here! He knew he'd have to stop her if she tried to yank that naked cock fully out for all these bright young lushes to see and be appalled and call the Vice Squad. Ahh, but no, she left it in there, all fat and sweltering and curved upwards against his belly. He felt her hot tenacious fingers gripping his taut, caught shaft of flesh, and he gasped with the delicious dirty thrill and danger of what she meant to do and where! He'd never known such a surge of terror and exhilaration… All these people! Bankrobbers must feel just like this during their noon hour holdups… (ooh be careful, man, they're watching!.. don't blow this hoist…!) Then he softly whispered as she edged a fingertip relentlessly back and forth across the tip-opening at the head of it, deliberately rubbing there until she'd produced the slippery hot moisture she was seeking. This she artfully used to lubricate the whole length of his penis… wetting down his hatches, so to speak, as David kept grinning and shaking his head and conversationally saying: "No, no. I strongly doubt it… Wallace'll never run again… And wincing through his smiles as she fluidly worked her hand up and down on his sweetly trapped and aching cock, unnn!.. a lazy masturbating pace, to make sure his instrument was seminally drenched enough to fit in with her plans…
"Now we go for broke!" she shouted up at him, as he began to weave back and forth a little bit, but no one saw or cared what she had in her hand, or how pale he looked or how tickled he felt with those tiny beads of perspiration popping out all over his belly and ass and thighs.
Valerie had a special technique, and when she began it, David was certain everyone could hear the little groans that escaped his lips. She gripped his member firmly in her hand, and then moved nothing but her drizzly-wet thumb… steadily up and down at the underside of his weapon, right beneath that thick-boundaried ridge of his circumcision… oooh softest, most sensitive spot on his prick, and man, did she know it! Now and then she'd let her thumb trail back up around the hefty flaring knob to re-moisten itself where David trickled the most… then back down again to get him damper, her thumb the prodding delicacy there… unnnn!.. Swimming, swirling, rubbing her the jutting hot ridge of his cock… aw faster now, all satiny hot-wet strokes…!
"Unnn baby… no, please!.. stop movin' that thumb… ooh please, just stop that thumb!" pleading with her through his grinning clenched teeth.
"Keep smiling, David," she said. "Nobody can see! Isn't it fantastic? You're having an experience… all dressed-up and right in the heart of humanity, and nobody knows! God, how I love to look at a man's face when I do this to him. Darling, you should see your eyes… they're on fire… they're maniacal! Oh honey, if it feels so yummy you wanna bite your lips, it's okay, because they'll think you're smiling tensely… and look at them, they're all smiling tensely…!" Her thumb slippery and busily rubbing under the moist expanding knob of his prick… then suddenly opening her hand again to clutch the whole stiff wet slab of him… oooh Christ! Did it ever feel wet and close and tremulous, more searing and inflated with every stroke… like a frantic hard-core beehive taking root between his legs as she conducted all that ambitious action inside his briefs with absolutely no external movement… because she was a seasoned sex-offender, this baby… a jaggin' artist…
"AwmyGod… Wait, honey… listen… oounnn!.. Something's gonna happen if you don't stop!.. Real messy aftermath, know what I mean?… ooh Jesus… no!.. take that hand away or, so help me, if I ever get you alone I'll bite it off… and I'll bite those poppin' knockers of yours too… oooh, wait…!"
With a quick and angry jab, she suddenly dug in deeper and pulled his prick and balls fully out of his pants. "All rightie. Would you rather I walk away this instant and leave you dangling here?"
"Aw no, no… for Christ's sake, don't move!" he said, still trying to smile. "Put it… uh… put them back in… yeah, like that… and… and… oh WOW!.. there ya go again… that Goddamned thumb feels just like a tongue… lickin' and diggin' up and down… ummmm…!" And he knew that just a few more of those hot swimming strokes would turn him into a public disaster-area, because his restraint was running out and he couldn't hold it back… aw Jeez!.. feel those jaggin' fingers, feel them…!" Now her rhythms were furious and vehement, full of slashing and methodical determination… not playing with him any more, but seriously masturbating the boy right there at the ever-popular Buena Casa Cafe on the shores of sparkling San Francisco Bay… the wet clammv pressure of those educated fingers sliding fully up and down that whole loaded flexing throb of his penis… now squeezing it harder… ummmm!.. now pinching the fat mushroom head of it to get it squirtier… and then… oh God… oh wetter and faster and up and down and ooooh! baby… no…