A little public fun

Sara's warning about Mr. Crassle has left you a little wary about disappearing anywhere with him. On the other hand, you don't want to turn down the first person who wants to have a little fun. Then you notice a couple making out in the corner of the room and an idea strikes you. Why go anywhere? You can have a little naughty fun right here in the lounge!

"I don't know if I'm ready," you say, leaning into Mr. Crassle. "I'm a little intimidated."

You place a hand on his chest as you say "intimidated" and his eyes twinkle with glee. His squeezing hand on your ass slides lower, beneath the hem of your coat and onto your bare thigh.

"Have you ever been with an older man?" Mr. Crassle asks.

You lean so close against him that you can smell his cologne and feel the warmth of his body. Your hand slides down over his paunch and to the hard tent in his slacks.

"A little older," you reply, "but I've always wanted to...fool around with someone more...experienced."

Your fingers reach Mr. Crassle's fly and you tug it down. He crushes his lips to yours as you sneak your hand into the warmth of his pants and inside his boxers. You wrap your fingers around his stiff prick and begin to stroke him. Crassle's tongue invades your mouth. His hand slides beneath your jacket and he caresses one toned cheek and then the other. You break the kiss and gaze down at your hand working the shaft of his hard cock.

"Oh, you know how to get my ticker going," he laughs.

"Mr. Crassle," you giggle, "I think we might be making a scene."

It's true. Everyone in your immediate vicinity, except your good friend Sara, is staring at you and the stocky older man.

"Sweetheart, I'm old enough that I don't care anymore," Crassle laughs.

It's a little thrilling having all these eyes on you. As you jerk Mr. crassle off and allow him to squeeze your ass beneath your coat you wonder if you should finish him off with your hand or move on to something a little more...dramatic.