Almost {in public/being watched}

By J.E.Meade -



I almost made it home. I looked around before lifting my skirt. I backed up to the cone while facing the only way out of the dead-end street. I sank my ass down and my eyes flutter closed for a second. Maybe two.

I pushed harder and my pussy got wetter. I had toys at home. I should have kept walking. I sank even more. The burn of my ass was as good as I’ve been daydreaming about since noon.

“Carol?” a familiar voice called out to me. It was Luke’s. My husband. I turned around and sank even further onto the cone.

“Aaaahh,” I moaned loudly as I came in front of him.

“Just one hundred more feet and you would have made it,” Luke told me as he came towards me. He stopped to smile down at me as I continued to cum and slide even further down the cone.

“Time to get you inside,” he said as he now looked around for anyone else. “I told you I didn’t mind watching you do this outside, but that thing isn’t clean, and I don’t need to have Marbell trying to play nurse,” Luke said as he pulled me off the traffic cone.

“I thought you liked her and both her fuck boxes?” I asked him as I made myself stand and pull down my skirt.

“I do,” Luke said as he wrapped a hand around my waist as we walked towards the house. “But she can’t treat or cure anything. I had to go to the hospital the last time she tried and she just gave me something for a headache,” Luke reminded me.

“True,” I replied. “I’ll make sure to cleanse myself out as soon as I get inside,” I promised him.

“Thanks, dear,” he said before kissing the side of my head. “Now be honest,” Luke said as he laid his hand on the doorknob of our front door. I turned to look at him as I waited for his question. “Was this your first for the day?”

===

Missed a new one.

This was posted on October 15th over on my tumblr. It was something new, kinda, for me to work with. It feels a little rough or something. But I must have thought it was worth posting to have posted it, or I would have held on to it longer.

What do you think? Should I work on this some more? Or am I worried about nothing and it's a good story as is?



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