I wanted her to crest more slowly and higher than ever before. Slowly she relaxed, but her hips had taken up a motion of their own. Taking their cue, ... matched the tempo, pressing into her, sucking at the extended button, the fleshy, frilly labia. I kissed at her rearward opening, its tight little pulsing ring. I gently invaded it with the point of my tongue, my little blade alternately pressing wetly in and being pressed out. Once again, her muscles began to dance, once again I eased. Her bud. I took off my coat and blouse in a second. I stood there rubbing my boobs now that they were free. His eyes were transfixed on them. I had to put my finger under his chin and lift his face up so he could see me nod yes to him.He wasted no time, knowing exactly what I meant. He dove forward and took my breasts in his shaking hands and began rubbing them all over. He lowered his head, and I felt the warmth of his lips engulf one of my nipples. He sucked so hard I thought he was going to take the. When done he scrounged up some packaging material and papered over the broken window with cardboard, leaving a short note to anyone following him without the benefit of phone messages. Those would take time to record and load.Continuing on, he pulled into a nearby gas station, once again filling up the tank with his portable gas pump. While they hadn't met anyone needing it yet, it still stood as a useful trading item and he didn't want to risk running short.Though the place was locked up. But I was with my hunky Steve so it didn't really matter to me.That first time we drank beer and eat sandwiches and Steve introduced me to his friends and when the night was over and he was dropping me off at home I realized that I'd had a ton of fun. I had been on an "excitement" high all night. Meeting new people and flirting with guys and having them flirt with me. It was some evening, not boring that was for sure.After that Steve and I became a couple at the club and in the Goth community.