Public Slut.

I whimpered, passively protesting as I tightened, trying to deny him.

I pulled him to a dark corner of the alley, away from the main stage. The live music got louder and more frantic, and I looked to see that my boyfriend was watching us.

I leaned into him, and his pressure was instantly against my pubic bone. We kissed, and I felt his hand smoothly moving down my back, hips, and sides, his thumbs just nudging the side of my breasts. His lips were soft and warm as he kissed me, and I moaned into his mouth, tasting the vodka on his tongue.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he put his hands on my firm, round ass and pulled me in. As the crowd danced and pressed in around us, I felt his steely need for me prod against my tummy. He ran his hands up my thighs and under my skirt, his fingers curling around my naked sex and gently squeezing.

I peered around his shoulder to see if my boyfriend was still watching. Danny was glancing our way as he danced with a random woman in the crowded street party.

One of his hands cupped my breast and explored my nipple through the thin lace. I tingled at his touch, and then he pushed the material higher, revealing my firm uplifted breasts with my nipples straining to be taken.