"What are you thinking now, John?"
"You don't want to know, mickie. Trust me on that."
"I won't, but for now, get me out of here. Please." she glanced at the people who had seemed to recognise the pair
John drew her to her feet by the hand and led her off the patio onto the walkway to the beach. She paused at the sand to slip off her sandals. It was even darker on the sand, although there were still scattered torches providing scant illumination every several yards or so. Plastic lounge chairs and drink stands, umbrellas and sailboards, had been stacked up and locked down for the night.
As they started walking, John slipped his hand under Mickie's skirt and clutched her firm ass cheek. Her muscle flexed under his hand with each stride. She looped an arm around his waist, to steady herself.
Their progress in the sand was halting, as they kept trying to turn and kiss and walk at the same time. John could feel her wanting to ask him again. Part of him was dying to tell her everything that had gone through his mind from the moment he first saw her, but…the other wanted to keep this hard shelled man side to him because she seemed to like it.
Finally John stopped and pulled her to him, crushing his mouth against hers. He gripped her taut ass and held her tightly while each tongue explored the other. He reached under her skirt and fed his hands the texture of her thighs and the firm resilience of her ass.
"What makes you think I don't want to know?" she asked around his mouth.
"What I think is that you already do know. I think you know what I'm going to think before I do." He pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth and gripped her as if to hold her in place. Their bodies were pressed so tightly that his arousal was in no doubt to mickie.
John urged mickie to put her legs around his waist but neither were prepared for the fall they encountered, John held on to her with one arm as he slowed the fall down with the other carefully placed mickie down.
Mickie watched a man walk past John nuzzled her neck defiantly working at leaving a mark "He has to be thinking you're either my whore or my girlfriend," he whispered to her ear before nibbling it.
"So which am I?" she whispered in reply.
John kept his answer to himself. He could barely look her in the eye. "He's watching you" John murmured. Mickie purred at the feeling of his breathe against her cheek "He's wishing he got lucky enough to be with a woman like you instead of anyone else."
in normal circumstances each would be mortified kissing in public let alone being watched, but it was to dark to see faces and the likely hood he could make out more than movements was very slim.
"Is that what you'd be thinking? If you were him? Watching me?" she said kissing his neck as he kissed hers
"I am watching you," john reminded her. "I don't have to wonder at my luck." John glanced over to the man "he's coming quick get up" John said scared he would asked join in, and want to take it further than kissing the pair scrambled up and jogged away , right to his apartment block and found themselves in the elevator.
John wanted to crumple and explode at the same time. John sore she looked delirious, yet driven in a way he'd never seen a woman look before. He was amazed, but not surprised. He'd known she was cut from a different fabric from the first time he saw her.
He felt his body begin to tense, every muscle standing out in clear definition as his cock leapt and twitched inside the swirling heat of Mickie. He knew she was to ready to take every frothing jolt his cock would give, but he reached down and slipped his hand around her hip to stop her from moving away he knew she knew he was close. He didn't hold her hard, just enough to let her know he had other plans of where his pleasures would end up.
Mickie kissed John's neck as his head buckled forward as he reached the peak he lowered his body down onto hers as he pumped a slow few more times. Mickie ran a hand up john's back slowly sending chills down that very route her hand took.
He leaned the few inches toward the face he could not look away from and kissed her with a slow river of hunger flowing through his veins.
He kissed the hollow at the base of her warm throat as she touched the back of his head.
She looked eyes with him, her breath coming in long, deep heaves that pushed her sweat covered breasts at him.
He looked at her as if for the first time. There eyes gazing into one another's, there kiss was tender and sweet.
He finally got the girl!
The end!