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either happen by or be called to the scene by someone who was offended by our antics. But we were too far gone to even consider stopping.
    I was lost in the wonderful taste and smell of her pussy and I wasn't about to relinquish her until she had been satisfied. I've been told I have a talented mouth and I proceeded to apply what I had learned would give her the most pleasure. I nibbled lightly on her swollen clit and then slid my tongue into her. She raised her hips to meet my tongue. Then it was back to teasing and licking her clit. Sara held off as long as she could but was soon gushing oceans of love juice and writhing all over the blanket.
    As soon as Sara calmed down a bit I kissed her while I held her close. After all it's love that keeps us together, and the sex is so much more pleasurable because of our feelings for one another.
    Sara said, “Now it's my turn.” She turned us over and let her mouth dance lovingly over my chest and stomach. My pole was throbbing by the time she teased her way down to it. She knelt between my legs and began to suck on my cockhead, drawing out the pre-come and relishing its taste. She slid her hands under my buttocks and pulled me up into her waiting mouth. She would alternate between encircling the tip of my prick with her tongue and driving her head down to the base of my tool. I enjoyed the sweet sensation as long as I could but my cock was soon exploding down her throat. She swallowed every drop, which always pleases me. She stayed there sucking me until I was totally dry.
    We had not been conscious of our surroundings for a long time so we nervously looked around to see if we had drawn an audience. Luckily we hadn't. We caught our breath as we stood and held each other close.
    It was getting dark and Sara was expecting a call from her husband shortly so we put on our clothes, picked up our belongings and climbed back to where our cars were parked. We really had no idea if the looks we received were in appreciation, envy or disdain. Looking into each other's eyes, we knew that we had just enjoyed something that would stay with us for the rest of our lives. We kissed deeply and proceeded to our cars.
    When I got home I found that Sara had left her panties around the base of my passenger mirror. I've kept them as a keepsake and she has kept the sake glasses and carafe as a reminder of one of our most glorious and passionate evenings.
    The public exposure enhanced the passion far beyond what we would have normally experienced. We don't know if we will ever top this fantasy fulfillment but we will certainly keep striving to do so.—
J.K., Tampa, Florida
    COWORKERS WHO RUB EACH OTHER THE RIGHT WAY FIND THEY MAKE A GREAT TEAM
    The company I work for has an important client in England and it was my turn to fly to London to take care of some business. Accompanying me on this trip was my coworker Mae, who incidentally is one of the sexiest women I have ever known. Mae and I often travel together and we get along very well.
    One of the biggest drawbacks of traveling to Europe is the jet lag you experience while adjusting to a new time zone. My usual method of combating jet lag is to try to stay awake until what is considered to be a normal bedtime for the local time zone. Since I knew my coworker would be accompanying me on this trip, I decided we should try something a little different to keep us awake until then.
    When we arrived at our hotel near Hyde Park I suggested that she take a nice warm bath to wash away the grime of the trip and the stiffness of her muscles. Then I told her to wrap herself in a big towel and give me a call when she was through. She said that sounded intriguing and went off to carry out my suggestions. Meanwhile I took a shower, shaved, changed into a pair of running shorts and a tank top and waited for the phone to ring.
    About twenty minutes later she called and said that she was ready for me. Grabbing some massage oil, I headed across the hall to her