TAKE ME AWAY by Honey Maxwell Page B

watching, but this was different. This was hot. Even from my distance it seemed huge, a throbbing dick that seemed to glisten in the afternoon  sunlight. Even for a girl as experienced as I was, I knew that cock was magnificent – I knew what should be done with something like that.
    With his hands on the back of her head he had guided her mouth onto his dick. Stroking his balls she had taken him fully into her mouth, sucking his head before deep throating him. He had pushed himself further into her, forcing her to take every inch of his greatness.
    While I watched I could feel my pussy drenching my panties. I knew that I should leave, that it was quite wrong to be watching this private scene between people that I didn't know. I felt so dirty to be watching, but I couldn’t take my eyes away from the show. I slowly slid my fingers down my body and tucked them into my dress, routing past layers of fabric until I could feel my wetness through my panties. While the waitress sucked on the bulbous head of her fleeting lover I fingered myself, my pussy begging me to join in.
    As Red stood with his hands on the back of the waitress he started to groan softly. Reaching down to his partner he lifted her t-shirt over her head, revealing her black bra. Roughly he lifted her tits out of their support, kneading her flesh with his strong hands. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of her mouth and stood over her, stroking himself while holding her head back. She sat, still kneeling, with her tongue stretched out. Ready for him.
    As I quickened my massage he rubbed his cock faster, his hand running the length of his shaft. His breathing as fast as mine he let out a great moan, a deep growl that sent me through the barrier towards my own orgasm. As I came I looked at his face to see that his eyes were fixed on mine - staring at me he shuddered as he emptied his load onto her face.
    I gasped, before spinning around the wall. He saw me! What the fuck do I do now?
    My heart pounded in my chest as I heard him speaking to the waitress, telling her to fix him a beer and a burger. He wasn't telling her that they'd had a witness – that was some comfort at least. As she swung open a door at the side of the bar I heard a Zippo lighter flinging open, a smoke being lit. Just as I thought that the coast might be clear, that I might be able to sneak back into the bar – I heard his footsteps and saw his face as he came to the front of the building.
    “Like what you see?” he asked, staring at me. His deep blue eyes probed my soul, making me weak at the knees.
    “I – uh – I'm sorry” I stuttered, “I didn't mean to, you know.. see.”
    “That doesn't answer the question” he said, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. “Did you like what you saw?”
    I felt trapped, yet free. This man knew that I had spied on him, but didn't seem to care. At that moment I fell for his attitude, such a breath of fresh air when compared to Clive.
    “Yes” I whispered. “Yes, I did.”
    “You're cute” he said, looking at my chest. “What's a cute girl like you doing with a guy like that?”
    “Long story” I said, turning to face him. I have no idea why I thought it would be a good idea, but I reached towards his hand, taking his cigarette. Bringing it to my own lips I tasted his scent, his oily kiss- his heat. “What's yours?”
    “Long story” he said with a grin. “You want a fuck?”
    I was taken aback by his forthright nature, but instantly aroused. My pussy gushed as he released those four simple words – of course I fucking did – are you kidding?
    “You don't hold back” I said, taking another drag of his smoke. “What makes you think I'd do that?”
    “Because” he said, leaning in to me – allowing my neck to feel his hot breath, “Because you're bored with your life. Because you've never been truly fucked by that wet blanket in there. Because you want me, because you want to ride with me. Because you couldn't take your eyes off me,