Something wonderful. (End)

As I lean there, blushing a deep scarlet whilst trying to right myself, Ming Zhao's face becomes suddenly intense, severe even, and she stalks powerfully across the lawn, cutting a straight line to where I'm trapped, penis in plain sight. Pausing a single foot in front of me, she lets her piercing, intelligent gaze drift all over my naked form, taking her sweet time eating up every last exposed inch of me, as a ravenous grin stretches across her face. Gripping my head firmly from the back, she pulls in close, so close my heart skips, and breathes to me in the sexiest whisper imaginable, "That kiss we shared earlier, Ahab… how might you like another?"

"Please." I beg, in a voice hardly louder than a gasp.

And that's all she needs. She dives in with a kiss, a kiss nothing like the demure one earlier in the garden, this time, Ming Zhao is aroused as hell, and passionately takes my lips in hers, grabbing everywhere her deceptively strong hands could find purchase on my naked body to pull me in tighter, closer, more intimately as the businesswoman relished the scandalous feeling of making out.

She's helped right me in her impassioned kissing, and I barely notice the wind pick up again as we, in our heated kiss, hug each other so tightly that it feels like nothing could seperate us, bare skin rubs sensually against denim, and I realize that I've mistakenly grabbed a handful Ming Zhao's divine ass in our commotion, it feels like heaven in my grip, and I nearly try to separate from her embrace, under the false impression that I'd overstepped some boundary with her, but no, this audacious woman's actual reaction to my accidental grope, is to mimic it.

She slaps me full ****, square on my **** ass, and grabs as much of it as possible in her supple hand before squeezing, her other arm slides gracefully down the length of my nude body, and joins the first in massaging my taut buns. Her hands have been down there before, but it felt so much better now, lips locked, and bodies pressed rapturously together, she really gets into it, kneading the muscular flesh of my bubble butt as she works all kinds of magic in my mouth.

Ming Zhao almost lifts me clean off the grass as she pushes me backwards into the brick wall I'd fallen against, and after a few more beatific seconds of fondling, smooching and embracing, we break contact to breathe heavily, but stay close.

The booming sound of a car rushing down the street pulls my attention to the present, and I almost die from embarrassment when I realize we're in plain view of the thoroughfare, and many, many vehicles driving past us. Tears well up, my face burns crimson, I become acutely, agonizingly aware of my public nudity, and Ming Zhao's expression shifts from euphoria to horror, when she recognizes where she did what she did; making out with a naked man in broad daylight.

Her eyes shoot down for a second and catch a glimpse of my raging hard-on, which like the rest of my naked self can easily be seen from the road. Looking back up, the businesswoman blushes in deep regret and says to me, "Oh my good God. Ahab, I am so sorry, I-, I, I…"

By this point, with all those cars getting a good look at me in all my glory, I'm on the verge of crying from the soul crushing humiliation, and can't bring myself to speak at all, too embarrassed to even reply to Ming Zhao. I want to tell her I'm fine, but the words adamantly refused to come out; so, planting one last kiss on her beautiful lips in lieu of a spoken farewell, I turn away, and race home, red-faced.

Ming Zhao stands there smiling, stunned, as I sprint through the complex, tearing my way across the small courtyard like a greyhound at the starting gun, heart beating like a hummingbird's wings, and grimacing in a cocktail of profound mortification and unspeakable bliss.

There are at present several people milling around outside their quarters—mostly women, obviously—and you'd be a damned fool if you thought that their full attention wasn't grabbed by the streaker bolting past, I had the misfortune of being that streaker and I'd made the terrible mistake of using my hands to run faster, rather than cover my throbbing manhood. Squeals and hollers, catcalls and propositions, flood my burning scarlet ears, as I sprint the rest of the way to my sanctuary, that is, my apartment, and more crash into the door than stop in front of it.

I fear being brought up on **** and battery charges against the doorknob I'm rattling in my **** attempt to escape my neighbors' sight, but, because I'm sane, the damned thing was locked, though I was more concerned with how soon I would enter, rather than whether I could enter.

Grabbing one of the many spare keys—stuff like this has happened to me before—from inside a potted fern, painfully aware of all the eyes trained on my bare ass, I hastily open the door to my apartment, before slamming it shut and slumping my nude, flushed, mortified, and aroused body against its sturdy frame.

Yeah, I suppose the most humiliating day of my life was going to take some time to process, but for the moment, I was just going to relax and let myself savor the amazing feeling of that kiss.