No, not just her mouth

"No, I've missed more than that mouth," I said quietly. It was blowing my mind that I just almost got a blow job in public, in a parking lot no less, and no one seemed to notice. Blew my mind even more that it was Amy after all of these years. Fuck I'd missed that mouth...

"What else have you missed?" Amy asked, a childlike taunt in her voice. I didn't answer right away but my cock started twitching in her stroking hand. "Oooh, maybe he'll answer..." I felt her shift in the car, my hips still plastered to the side of it, people still walking by, too busy looking at their phones to watch.

"Have you missed my tits?" Amy asked. She never called them tits, she used to hate that word. She always said breasts. Tits...fuck, it sounded so dirty coming from her mouth. She bent forward and gave my cock head a little sucking kiss and my dick throbbed hard, from the scene, the action, and the question.

"Oh good! You have!" she practically squealed. "What about my hands, have you missed my hands?" she asked again, her lips sliding over my cock head with each word. Fuck, the breath cascading over the hot head was enough to make my cock surge in her hand and grow just a tiny bit more, pressing against her lips very, very slightly. She started twisting her hands, both of them now, the head protruding from the other side while she twisted both her hands against each other with my spit-soaked shaft pulsating in them. She couldn't help it and Amy took a loud, sucking kiss of my cock. I couldn't hardly think, all I wanted to do was cum and moan. Send her back to her husband dripping in cum.

Amy sensed that I was ready to absolutely explode and she loosened her grip on my shaft. She was only just barely cranking on my cock, with just the lightest of touches. I don't know if that made me want to cum more or less.

"What about my..." she started to ask and let the question hang before continuing.