Snippet: On Walking and Alleyways

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“It’s rare that I get you all to myself these days,” Amy said. We walked down Caliburn street arm in arm. “I’m going to have to thank Fiona thoroughly when we get home.”

“Thoroughly?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

Amy kissed the air, “Head to toes, I think.”

I shivered, “I could do with that thank you myself,” I said.

“I could show you my thanks here.” Amy whispered.

I looked around, “Here? In public?”

“That would be part of the thrill,” Amy said. “Have you never had a tryst in public before?”

“Have you?” I asked.

Amy brought a finger to her lips and smiled. 

“Amy!” I said.

“What? I was a naughty little wench when I was a teen.” 

“I can’t square that with how demure you are now.” I said.

“You’ve only ever seen me among nobility. I’m still finding my footing there. Ah, here.” She said looking down an alleyway.

“What?” I asked.

“This alley has proper cover for what I've planned.”

“You were serious?” I gasped. 

“I was. You would be stunned at how much more sensitive you become when the possibility of discovery is introduced.”

Amy grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the alley. I felt as though I should resist, but I didn’t want to. And so, I allowed myself to follow Amy into the alley. The alley was mercifully clean, and Amy pressed my back against a pile of broad oak boards and pressed her lips to mine. A thrill ran through my body. Amy was right, the possibility that we would be discovered made even a simple kiss electric. My vision swam as we kissed and I tried to watch the mouth of the alley for passersby. Then Amy ran a tongue along my earlobe and whispered, “Up on the barrel, Dearest.”

I looked at the barrel, and my mind raced. Then, realizing what Amy had planned, I felt my face flush.

“You’re not serious?” I whispered.

“We’re already a walking scandal,” Amy whispered. “What’s the worst that could happen? We pay a fine for public indecency? Oh no, how awful.”

Unable to think of an objection, I slid up onto the barrel. Amy dropped to a crouch, not quite on her knees. She took a moment to steady herself, and then hoisted up my maxi dress and disappeared beneath its folds. I felt her hands caress my inner thighs through my nylon stockings and then I felt a gentle kiss between my legs. I shuddered, and then suppressed a moan as I felt her tongue teasing me. Amy was the most skilled lover I’d ever met. And as she explored my womanhood, I struggled not to squirm in delight. I wanted to cry out. I wanted to shriek in pleasure as she delved into me. The struggle to stay quiet was exquisite torture as I wriggled on the barrel. 

I thought I was at the peak, and then I felt two of Amy’s fingers within me. I moaned out loud in spite of my best efforts. I clamped my hands over my mouth to prevent further outbursts. I curled my toes seeking relief, and felt a shoe fall from my foot. I continued to writhe, and suddenly felt my balance start to go. I grabbed at Amy’s head for balance, and accidentally ground her face further into me. 

I screamed in pleasure, unable to suppress anything any longer. A moment later, I saw a woman peer into the alley, alarm clear on her face. Then she saw us, her eyes widened and her face went red. I waved weakly at her. And she waved back. Then she gave me a thumbs up and slowly backed out of view. 

I burst into laughter, and then gasped again as Amy increased the pace of her fingers. 

“Dear Gods Amy! Forget being discovered, we’re going to draw a crowd at this rate.”



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