And, politeness aside, I just want him as he is without interruption: Head back against the headrest moaning his approval, One hand along my ass, the other hand pushing my head down in time while I'm sucking him off in the parking garage of Tampa International Airport at midnight. Politeness aside, He's having a religious experience. I'm worshipping his cock. He tells me he's about to come. Politeness aside, because what I do next isn't: I pull him out of my mouth and sit very. "Oh, we can't have that quite yet, can we?" His body collapses in the seat. We've played this game several times before, and his predatory smirk tells me that with every ounce of pleasure he feels is also every ounce of near annoyance that I stopped so close to his release and it's with every ounce of that annoyance that he'll make sure I'm punished later. THAT is the look I, Promises of horrible and terrible things that make my body the fun little fucktoy it is. For now, I bat my eyelashes, "besides, we should probably stop now. Someone could catch us." "That didn't stop you when you decided to start me down this path," he watched as he started pulling up my skirt. My legs were crossed at the ankles, my knees tipped to one side. he pulled the skirt up just so he could the lace thong I was wearing. His hand pressed down my thighs towards my knees. "If I re correctly, one of the conversations we've had specifiy dealt with you being a bit of an exhibitionist and being okay with being caught " his hand cleaved my knees apart only a couple of inches, but I felt the cool air conditioning through my soaked thong. I maintained eye contact with him as he was examining my body. "and maybe I'm at that point where over the past couple of weeks, you've driven me so crazy that I wouldn't mind risking it a little and getting caught, too." He turned me and pulled me over onto his lap so my bare ass was resting on his hard cock. I could feel it dance underneath me as he supported my back, my head against the window, his other hand undoing my belt eyelet by eyelet. His kisses are always electric, and make my hair stand on end. The a/c was still lightly blowing against my open legs, and I felt myself dripping, waiting for him to slide a finger in me. I arched my back, hinting. More tomorrow!