“I can see that,” Oliver replied. He paid for the drinks and handed me another cocktail. I stared at it incredulously as if the drink could explain what the hell was going on.

“We would have more fun outside the pub,” I said pointedly. “If you get my meaning. Hint, hint.”

“I get your meaning,” Oliver replied. “I know exactly what you want.” Oliver pulled me close to him and deftly reached his hand up between my legs, touching my wet panties, and then just as quickly moved his hand away again. “But it strikes me that you always get what you want. You need to learn a little patience and discipline.”

“Oh, I’m all for discipline,” I said, grabbing hold of his wrist. “Why don’t we leave and you can discipline me at the hotel?”

“Maybe later,” Oliver replied casually, as if I’d asked him if he wanted a cup of coffee.

The angrier I got, the more I wanted him. That argument Oliver wanted might be a lot closer than he’d realized.

“What do I have to do to convince you?” I asked. “You want to hear what I thought about last time I touched myself?” Oliver liked it when I told him my fantasies, and I was only to happy to oblige, because he insisted on making them come true.

“Yes,” Oliver said. “But first, open your blouse.”

My heart raced in my chest as I nervously opened a button on my blouse. I wasn’t revealing that much skin compared to some of the women in this place, but by my standards it was a lot.

“Another one,” Oliver commanded.

Okay, now I was showing a lot of skin. I opened another button, but kept my arm up to hopefully block most onlookers from seeing as much as Oliver could. I wanted to grab his head and thrust them between my breasts. Why the fuck was he doing this to me in a place where I couldn’t actually act out my fantasies?

“Now go take off your panties,” Oliver said, before taking another sip of his beer. “Go to the toilets, take them off, and then come back and put them in my pocket.”

“I’m not taking off my panties, until you’re ready to fuck me,” I said, in a tone dripping with frustration and anger.

“If you want me to fuck you, then I suggest you do as I say.”

I was helpless to resist. I’d never been more turned on. No man had ever ordered me around like this—I wouldn’t let them—but with Oliver it was different. He knew he was pushing my boundaries and he knew what I wanted.

I entered a cubicle and slipped off my panties. They were damp. No, they were drenched. It was all I could do not to touch myself, but if I did that I might not be able to stop. Better to save that for Oliver anyway.

I walked back out into the pub with my panties balled up in my fist, and then I thrust my hand into Oliver’s pocket and placed the panties in there.

“Good girl,” he said softly.

“I’m not feeling like a good girl right now,” I said. “What next, master?”

“Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself.”

“I don’t do that anymore,” I lied. “I have you now.”

“You’re lying. I know you touch yourself on those nights we spend apart. What are you thinking about?”

I paused. Whenever I told Oliver my fantasies we always acted them out. I’d been thinking about one thing in particular recently, but wasn’t sure we should do it.

“The park,” I said softly, staring at Oliver. He looked so calm and collected, while I was stood here with my heart racing a mile a minute, and my wetness dripping down the inside of my leg. “The one by your house. I keep thinking of how we go for walks there at night.”

“And?”

“And maybe one day we take a little detour. Go somewhere dark.”

“And then?”

“Then you pounce on me. Something overcomes you and you’re on me in flash. Your hands are all over my breasts, then they move down and you slip a few fingers inside me. I’m gushing and you’re hard, pressing your shaft against my ass.” I closed my eyes and leaned forward to whisper in Oliver’s ear, even though there’s far too much noise for anyone to hear us. “Then I hitch up my skirt and you enter me. I’m helpless to resist while you have your way with me. I feel like such a naughty girl.”

I opened my eyes to see Oliver finishing his pint. “Let’s leave,” he said suddenly.

About fucking time, I thought. “I want to finish my drink,” I said with a cheeky grin.

Oliver took the cocktail out of my hand and drank it all in one go. “You’ve finished. Let’s get out of here. I want to go for a walk in the park.”

“You had me a little worried there,” I said, as Oliver practically dragged me down the street on our way to the park. I could barely keep up in my heels; he was going to have to carry me if he wanted me to move much faster. “I thought you were going to keep teasing me until I exploded.”

“That was the idea,” Oliver replied. “But I’m no good at being patient where you’re concerned. This way,” he said, taking me through a gap in the trees that led into the park.

There were people walking around the streets on their way to bars, but the park was quiet. We walked deeper into a wooded area until we had a degree of privacy. I’d never been one for getting even remotely intimate in public, but when you meet the right guy, your likes and dislikes can change in an instant.

We’d picked a warm evening, although being pantiless meant I could feel every slight breeze that blew through the trees. I didn’t care. Right now, I wouldn’t stop even if a thunderstorm erupted overhead.

“This place is good,” Oliver said, as we came to a stop. “No one ever comes here.”

I threw myself at him, kissing him hard on the lips, while taking his hand and thrusting it between my legs for him to feel my excitement.

“You keep this side of you very well hidden,” Oliver said, while his fingers lightly explored my pussy lips. “I never would have thought you were so experimental.”

“Only with you,” I murmured, as I ran my fingers through his hair and savored his touch between my legs.

“Get on your knees,” Oliver whispered into my ear, before pushing me down to the ground. “Show me how much you want my cock.”

I dropped to the floor and unzipped Oliver’s pants, quickly pulling his member free and licking the salty goodness that had formed on his tip. Oliver had teased me enough tonight, so I took my time exploring his shaft with my tongue, running it slowly from the base to the tip until it was wet all over.

I’d never been one for sucking cock, so when I’d first tried it with Oliver I had been far too timid and shy about the entire thing. I’d handled his cock delicately and only sucked the tip. He’d soon taught me what to do. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I was an expert now, but I knew what he liked.

Oliver liked eagerness. He didn’t want me to hold back. I had to suck his cock with the same aggression that I had when I sat on it. I was only too happy to oblige.

I wrapped my lips around his head, savoring the taste, the smell, the throbbing sensation that told me he was eager to explode inside me. I looked up at him and saw him staring down at me, admiring me while I sucked on his manhood.

I relaxed my throat and took as much of him in as I could manage, before sucking hard as I came back up for air. The noise of me sucking with my lips clamped around his meat echoed around the park, but that only encouraged me to suck harder.

Oliver’s hands grasped the back of my head and his fingers intertwined through my hair, as he moved my head back and forth, taking control of the pace and leaving me responsible for just sucking as hard as I could.

“That’s one hell of a mouth you have,” Oliver moaned. “I could fuck that sweet little mouth of yours all night.”

I was in no position to respond, so I just kept sucking until Oliver loosened his grip on my head. He desperately wanted to keep thrusting his cock into my mouth, but I knew he was close to coming and I wanted to stretch this moment out as long as possible.