Public Displays of Lesbianism: 10 Women Describe Their Most Memorable Public Lesbian Encounter Read Free Page A

responding to Diane’s first seductive play in my car. I instantly knew that she would be on board for what I had in store. 
    “Take your top off,” I said, after trying unsuccessfully to unbutton her blouse while continuing to kiss her. She glanced around into the neighboring cars surrounding us in the dim darkness, then complied with my request. When her bra and top were in the floorboards, I grabbed both of her bouncing 38C’s and rubbed them for several long, sensual seconds. “I brought something for us,” I told her, still massaging and staring at her full, soft breasts.
    “What is it?” she asked?
    “A toy,” I said, smiling in anticipation and pulling my right hand from her breast to retrieve a brown paper bag from the back seat. I pulled our new sex toy from the bag and held it up for her viewing pleasure. She had a curious, interested look on her face, so I continued, “The 8 inch silicone dong goes into you while the extended knob at the base is lodged inside me, so it doesn’t require straps to stay put. There are clit ticklers on each side and a remote control so I can alter the speed and intensity of its vibrations. What do you think?”
    After looking long and hard at the formidable pleasure tool in front of her, Diane got a glimmer in her eye, smiled and said, “I can’t wait to try it.”
    I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. I slid the knob at the base of the dong through my already wet lips and into my clutching, wanting hole. When I let go it looked like I was sporting a monster erection. I moved my steering wheel up and forward, reclined my seat all the way back until it laid flat, and said, “Straddle it.”
    Diane glanced around again, then happily lifted her skirt and maneuvered herself over my bobbing rod. Another smile crept across her face. She never smiled before we started getting together, and it felt good to see her coming to life with a little love, affection and arousal.
    “Mmmm,” she moaned as she wrapped her swollen, wet inner lips around the shaft and slid up and down against it. “It’s so big.”
    “I want to fill you up, baby,” I said, thrusting gently into her slit and reaching up to massage her freely swaying breasts. “I want to touch every part of your sweet pussy.”
    Diane leaned forward and dangled her perfect 38C’s over my face. When I tried to suck one into my mouth, she teasingly pulled it away, then dipped it back down over my lips again. Her teasing was driving me wild. I lifted my head up and forcefully took her left breast into my mouth while pressing our love toy harder against her inner lips and clit. After nibbling and biting her nipple, I pulled my mouth away and placed my hands on her hips.
    “Lift up,” I whispered. “Let me put it inside.” Diane lifted herself up, reached under her skirt and guided the tip just inside her hot, expanding hole. But before she could come down on it and before I could give her even one pump, there was a loud “clack, clack, clack” on the driver’s side window. I looked up to see a female security guard tapping it with her big black flashlight. Diane covered her breasts with her hands as I rolled down the window.
    “What’s going on here?” the guard asked in an authoritative tone. “No sex in the parking lot,” she added when she saw Diane covering her bare breasts.
    “Uhhh,” I tried to think of something to say. “We’re just getting dressed in the car. Trading tops,” I lied, hoping she would buy it.
    The security guard shined her bright light directly into my face, then said, “You’re a girl? I thought you were a straight couple.” She moved the beam of light to Diane’s semi-exposed breasts, then to her face. “Aren’t you a professor here? Science or something?”
    “Yes,” Diane reluctantly confessed, still doing her best to shield herself from view.
    “Take your hands down,” the guard told her, and Diane complied. After looking at her aroused, excited breasts for