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Dianne was people watching as she walked back to the office from lunch. She stopped beside the courthouse and people hurried by, paying no attention to the slightly overweight older woman wearing a pink sundress that was a bit to tight, and short, for a lady her age. She had noticed a car parked at a meter. The man inside was not still, and not reading a magazine. Dianne strained to look closer, she had spent lots of afternoons and evenings in cars and she knew what looked like was happening. She moved to where she could see better and watched his arm move up and down. He didn't notice her, and as his intensity increased, she saw more. Then he leaned back and she saw it. Her knees got weak as she realized she was going to see him finish. And he would have, but he noticed her and covered up. Dianne's hands covered her face in sudden embarrassment.
He rolled down the window and begged her not to report him. She looked softly back and said, "I won't, I promise. I'm sorry I interrupted you." and then- "I liked watching you, may I sit with you while you finish?"
He nodded, speechless and unlocked the car door. Dianne got in, locked it and asked to not be shy, that she was safe, just liked watching a man. He freed himself from the jeans and pulled on it. Dianne licked her lips. He began to play, to fondle, then to stroke the growing shaft. His breathing increased.
Dianne was beginning to squirm. He was not inhibited now, but openly stroking and making noises. Dianne crossed her legs tight and squeezed.
"You like?" He asked.
"Oh my..." Dianne's eyes closed briefly as something warm went all through her.
"You're sexy," he understated, "I'm not going to last."
Dianne uncrossed her legs and spread her knees as far apart as the car allowed. Her right hand slipped under the hem of her dress. Withn her left hand she pulled up the hem to her waist, until he could see her black lace bikini underwear riding over her hand as she found her lips and then her pearl.
He swore under his breath and worked himself faster. And watched Dianne slip 2 fingers into he intimate garden. Her left hand danced over her pearl, her blue painted fingernails making a blur of color. "OMG I can't stop any more," she gasped, feeling herself losing control.
He grunted, done in by the excitement of watching Dianne undulating in the seat, on the edge of an orgasm. She saw the first drops ooze out of the tip and gasped. He groaned again and turned toward her as he jacked it, a late and futile attempt to mount her that the seats would have foiled had he gotten close. But instead he buried his face in her neck and creamed all over her dress, her arm and underwear. He was so horny he thought he'd never stop spurting.
Dianne for her part was overcome by his passion and lost it when he spurted the first time. Her eyes closed and back arched with each wave of her orgasm. She whimpered and gasped when she let her breath go out. And when her waves began to ebb, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him.
They both straightend up as someone was coming down the sidewalk. He was telling her how wonderful she was and how he wanted to see her again and he slipped a card into her purse.
She told him he was so hot, but she was married and really had better be careful. She started to open the door, then looked down. "Oh my, your honey's all over my clothes! If thet had been inside me, I'd be so pregnant."
His manhood, though flaccid, twitched. Dianne touched it with a painted blue fingertip. "Someday..."
Then she opened the door and stood up, her honey splattered dress slowly dropped from her waist, drawing wolfwhisles from a group of men across the street. She smiled at them and curtseyed. Then waved to the car and walked saucily away, her dress clinging to tightly to her thighs.
He sat back in his seat and began again, to masturbate.
He rolled down the window and begged her not to report him. She looked softly back and said, "I won't, I promise. I'm sorry I interrupted you." and then- "I liked watching you, may I sit with you while you finish?"
He nodded, speechless and unlocked the car door. Dianne got in, locked it and asked to not be shy, that she was safe, just liked watching a man. He freed himself from the jeans and pulled on it. Dianne licked her lips. He began to play, to fondle, then to stroke the growing shaft. His breathing increased.
Dianne was beginning to squirm. He was not inhibited now, but openly stroking and making noises. Dianne crossed her legs tight and squeezed.
"You like?" He asked.
"Oh my..." Dianne's eyes closed briefly as something warm went all through her.
"You're sexy," he understated, "I'm not going to last."
Dianne uncrossed her legs and spread her knees as far apart as the car allowed. Her right hand slipped under the hem of her dress. Withn her left hand she pulled up the hem to her waist, until he could see her black lace bikini underwear riding over her hand as she found her lips and then her pearl.
He swore under his breath and worked himself faster. And watched Dianne slip 2 fingers into he intimate garden. Her left hand danced over her pearl, her blue painted fingernails making a blur of color. "OMG I can't stop any more," she gasped, feeling herself losing control.
He grunted, done in by the excitement of watching Dianne undulating in the seat, on the edge of an orgasm. She saw the first drops ooze out of the tip and gasped. He groaned again and turned toward her as he jacked it, a late and futile attempt to mount her that the seats would have foiled had he gotten close. But instead he buried his face in her neck and creamed all over her dress, her arm and underwear. He was so horny he thought he'd never stop spurting.
Dianne for her part was overcome by his passion and lost it when he spurted the first time. Her eyes closed and back arched with each wave of her orgasm. She whimpered and gasped when she let her breath go out. And when her waves began to ebb, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him.
They both straightend up as someone was coming down the sidewalk. He was telling her how wonderful she was and how he wanted to see her again and he slipped a card into her purse.
She told him he was so hot, but she was married and really had better be careful. She started to open the door, then looked down. "Oh my, your honey's all over my clothes! If thet had been inside me, I'd be so pregnant."
His manhood, though flaccid, twitched. Dianne touched it with a painted blue fingertip. "Someday..."
Then she opened the door and stood up, her honey splattered dress slowly dropped from her waist, drawing wolfwhisles from a group of men across the street. She smiled at them and curtseyed. Then waved to the car and walked saucily away, her dress clinging to tightly to her thighs.
He sat back in his seat and began again, to masturbate.
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