About how you'd expect, given my day so far.

He looks a my pussy and licks his lips, and my hips squirm in anticipation. I've not done this, or anything before today really, but my imagination has an idea how it's going to feel. Suddenly how wrong this all is hits me again, even more strongly, and I fight to stop. My legs quiver with the effort to close and kick him away, and my hips squirm even more. But all I'm able to do is slide my butt back an inch or so before I slide back forward again and spread my knees even farther. I do gain some control of my voice, though. "No, please don't. I've never." For a moment he looks up at me, like he might relent, but then his eyes flick over toward that sign.

He looks at it for a few moments. Then he blinks, smirks, and looks back up at me, his expression completely different. "A bet's a bet. You going to welsh on me already?" he says while starting to run his hands up and down my thighs. I so desperately want to say 'no,' but whatever has me holding myself open and vulnerable in public has control of my voice again.

"No, never, do your worst."

He does.

He continues moving his hands up and down my thighs for a bit, his thumbs barely brushing agains the outside of my outer lips at the top of the stroke and resting on my knees at the bottom. He moves them together, and I hold still at first, but my body is so primed to want pleasure that I start shifting my hips to meet him in an effort to get his thumbs where I need them so badly as he moves them toward me. I'm wet, horny and starting to pant again. When he hears it, he leans in farther and moves his hands up my stomach to push my shirt and bra back up again.

"Ah!" I let out a soft moan at the feel of the fabric popping past my nipples. I'm so sensitive it makes me jolt. He responds by grinning up and me before kissing the inside of my left thigh. He doesn't tease my exactly like the old guy did, being more firm with my breasts and playing with my nipples right away. I arch up into it, and it's all I can do to stop myself from saying, 'harder,' In fact a soft 'ha-' slips out.

He chuckles softly in response; the low vibrations feel ... interesting on the soft skin of my inner thigh. "Careful, you'll be begging before I even get you to the edge," he says. I clam up. I may have a hundred dollars, but I can't actually afford them, not that I could say it in protest when he proposed the bet. Besides, even if I were willing and able to pay it, he'd edge me for five minutes anyway, judging by how the old dude acted. He goes a little harder anyway, pinching my nipples while he blows at my pussy.

This time I do moan out loud and I press the outside of my knees against the front of the bench as I push my hips forward. I may not be begging out loud, but...

He chuckles again, and finally leans forward to give me my first taste of having him taste me.

"Oh shit! I can't!" I say. I don't know what to do with my hands. I should push him away. I want to hold him closer. No! I want to push him away. I make abortive motions toward his hand on my breasts, his head at my pussy, to tangle them in my hair. But as the long slow lick ends with him dragging his tongue over my clit, I reach them down to grab the front edge of the bench. I brace my upper back and shoulders against the back of it and push my hips four or five inches off the bench to meet his mouth. "The five minutes starts now." That didn't take long at all. He feels so good that for a moment I dare to hope that it won't take long for him to make me cum either, but he backs off with a last, slight feathery touch of the tip of his tongue against the tip of my clit. I quiver and shake for long seconds, my pussy twitching, ready to clench with my orgasm but there's nothing there to send me over the edge. The moment passes and he moves in to tease me some more.

As he stiffens his tongue and slowly slides it up into me, he starts moving his hands again. I was so focused on my pussy, I didn't even realized he'd stopped moving them. Would a stiff pinch on my nipples have made me cum at that moment? I think it might. Why'd he stop? I wonder, but I know the answer. The bet is to tease me for five minutes, and for the next ... still almost five minutes, that's what he'll do. His warm strong hands slide down my body, big enough to get my stomach and still wrap around my sides. I hadn't really internallized how much bigger a football player is than I am, but now I know. My briefly wandering attention is brought back to my predicament as he licks with the tip of his tongue against a place inside my that... oh my God. I'm sure my hips are a bit over five inches off the bench. I must look like a slut, begging for him to do this to me in public, but it feels so good, I can't control my body.

Just as I start to quiver again, he eases his tongue back out of me to lick the creases between my pussy and my inner thighs, the sides of his tongue brushing against my outer lips as he circles gently fingers against the tips of my nipples. How does everyone know how to drive me crazy. I want to beg again, but once again, I can't get a word out. The cycle continues the full five minutes, outer lips, inner lips, clit, up inside me; hands on my breasts with fingers teasing my nipples, down along my stomach and sides and then back up again. The whole time I keep my hips lifted to give him access and try to get him to give me just... a little... MORE!

But he's relentless, until an eternal five minutes later, I drop my hips to the bench and tell him, "Pay up. I win."

I don't feel like I won.