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time. He brought one hand around in front of her,
taking one of her breasts in his palm, squeezing it. His hot, moist
tongue described tiny circles on the side of her neck, making her
imagine other things he could be doing with it.
    'You are so hot,' he told her, grinding
into her from behind.
    Andy's fingers danced their way down
her sides. Under other circumstances, it would have been ticklish,
but she was far too horny for that. She sucked air between her
teeth when his fingers swept down the sides of her hips.
    'Oh fuck, yes!' she breathed. 'Do
it!'
    Andy hooked his fingers under the hem
of her skirt. He paused for a second, teasing her, then he raised
it up. To have her flanks exposed to the air like this in a public
place felt incredibly naughty, incredibly filthy.
    'Keep talking,' she begged.
    'You want me to put my cock in your
pussy?' he asked, his tone mocking, dismissive.
    At some level, Tanya found she
was impressed by his ability to slot into the role she was giving
him. But every other level of her consciousness was simply
desperate for him to slot into her.
    'I might do that,' he suggested,
playing with her buttocks, caressing and squeezing them in turn.
His fingers kneaded the firm round muscles she had toned up through
years of running up hills. She knew he found her bottom extremely
sexy: it was one of the reasons she had worn this skirt.
    'But first...'
    Suddenly, he was no longer pressing
against her, no longer in contact. She almost yelled at the loss of
pressure. Briefly, she couldn't interpret the sound his movements
made, but then she realised he was on his knees behind her.
    'But first,' he went on. 'I'm going to
lick your pussy. I'm going to make you come right here in the shop
and I'm going to put my tongue inside you.'
    No sooner had he said it than he
began kissing the back of her thigh, exposed above her
stocking - top. His lips were soft and
gentle, and his tongue left a cooling trail of saliva as he moved
around the inside of her thigh. He reached up for her hips with his
hands, pulling her lower body a little further from the door,
crooking her more at the waist. Andy used his teeth to pull her
thong out of the way, then he laid a big kiss on her vulva and
began licking her lips with long, wet strokes. His lips
closed around her labia, sucking them and nibbling gently. His
saliva mingled with her own fluids, making her slick.
    Oh my god, oh my god,
oh my god! she thought, straining with
every fibre of her being to remain quiet in the face of this
assault on her senses. She daren't make a sound, but she
barely had any control over herself. How could she avoid crying out
when he was giving her such intense pleasure? Andy lapped at her from behind, sending waves of excitement
through her. Tanya had never received head in this position before,
and it felt deliciously wicked. She was so exposed, utterly at the
mercy of Andy's probing tongue. His fingers gently stretched
her labia open, then he inserted his tongue as far as it would go.
The very tip of his tongue began wiggling up and down, round and
round. Then he began licking her rhythmically, gradually building
speed. One of his fingers slotted into her, then began poking her
in a counter-rhythm to his tongue. The panic, the hiding, the
forced quiet, the newness of what he was doing, the naughtiness,
the erotic sensations… all of it together was building and
building, taking Tanya with it towards a blazing orgasm.
    'Fuck,' she breathed. It was impossible to stay
quiet; she must stay quiet. 'Fuck,' she whispered again. Despite
all her efforts, her voice started to make little squealing
sounds.
    She was losing her sense of herself, drowning in
sensation. Tongue swiping, finger fucking, lips nibbling, tongue
swiping, finger fucking, lips nibbling… so wet, so hot… Tanya's
eyes fluttered shut once again and she came spectacularly, her
entire body shuddering and quaking, a long, low, eldritch moan
vibrating in her throat. Her nails tried to dig