He stops for a short moment. I look into his eyes and He continues his assailment and I know he's close to exploding.As his cock enters my mouth I pus... my head forward a little, enabling him to hit the back of my throat, and rewarding me with a deep groan.Reaching around and grabbing his hips I pull him closer and further down my throat bringing another, “FUCK!” before I feel the first jet of cum hit my tongue. I swallow just as his cock touches the back of his throat again and a second jet of. Lisa had stopped and was erecting a mike on a boom in front of me, and I heard the snap when she flipped it on. Lisa leaned down and said, "And now for your listening pleasure, Chuck's gonna sing for us."I said into the mike, "Actually, Bonita and I are going to sing for you. Stand up here so we can use the mike together, Bonita."Pointing at the open page of the fake book, I began the intro and in a perfect two part harmony, we began "Ain't she sweet." I think the patio almost became perfectly. He heard the rustle of cloth, then she stepped closer so that her legs pressed against his. He felt her fingers brush his chin, then they were beneath his nose. “Sniff,” she ordered in a quiet voice. He did. And instantly, every nerve in his body was on fire. He knew that smell. But no, that couldn’t be it. He was smelling something that only smelled similar. That had to be it. It coldn’t really be the smell of… Of pussy. “What does it smell like?” she asked in a low, sultry voice. “Do you like. When I got home, I had another wank remembering her watching me.But I stayed away from that bus shelter for a while, particularly avoiding that time of day. It pays to be careful. I thought I was safe enough, but you never know.But after a few weeks, I felt it was safe enough and again, after a few beers I was waiting at the same bus stop at about the same time and I saw her again - the same woman, the same bus stop. It wasn't really intentional on my part, but I wondered whether I had.