He smiled tenderly and reached up with his hand, using his thumb to catch the tears and wipe them away. His loving caress sent chills down my spine an... out over my skin. Still keeping eye contact, he lovingly put his thumb in his mouth, tasting my salty tears. The act was simple, yet surprisingly erotic. He leaned his head down to mine, and I closed my eyes, prepared for whatever was to happen. To my surprise, however, he didn't kiss my lips. He softly pressed his lips to each of my eyelids. The wave lifted us up and held us at the top for a few moments. We had time to take a few breaths then screamed again while another contraction locked us up. We writhed throughout our bodies, directly experiencing the energy and pressure from our locked muscles and from my pussy clamping down hard on the Rod of Chastisement.We slid down the face of the wave forever, it seemed, while we screamed out our joy for the world to hear and for all our friends to experience. We paused briefly and slid. It was just junk, at the same time both embarrassingly intimate and utterly impersonal. Like the discarded remnants of someone elses life. Someone who’d moved out and left behind whatever wasn’t even worth the trouble of putting into a box they’d probably never bother to unpack anyway. She wondered what her old friends would think if they could see her right now. Would they be surprised at what her life had become or would they nod and smile knowingly? Did one of her old school mates ever turn. She was cute, in a special kind of way, when she wasn’t yelling out some absurdities. Our eyes met, but only for a brief few seconds, as she was more focused on making sure her message was heard, over anything else going on.As we filed out of the grandstands at the end of the rally, I intentionally stuck close to the object of my lust, hoping to perhaps get a chance to make eye contact with her again. Unfortunately, she was so wired up, that paying attention to me or anyone else was simply not.