A Walk Home [M/F] [M20s] [F20s] [Oral] [Cute] [Public]

He walked slowly down the footpath, the amber hue of streetlights complimented by the warmth of the summer night. It was 3am, maybe 4am. It would have mattered more if he was going home alone. But a chance encounter with a workmate, along with a few too many drinks had twisted fate in a different direction.

He walked close to her on the descent down the hill as they moved away from the busy nightlife streets towards the residential side of the suburb. Cabs as always proved difficult to find when they were needed most, and the long walk home was the next best option to make sure he had his chance with her.

He pushed against her playfully as they joked and laughed, pulling her back into him twice as hard when she neared off balance. The warmth of his hands flushed her skin where it was bare from her dress. His breath was barely felt on her face despite her closeness as it mixed with the ambient air.

She smiled up at him. He kissed her deeply. She leant into his arms. He tucked loose hairs from her face behind her ear. The sweetness of late night cocktails masked the malty undertones of early evening beer. The perfume and cologne drowned out social cigarettes between friends.

She pressed against his chest and withdrew to her side of the side walk, a half smile hidden behind a serious sentence.

“We shouldn’t you know,” she took the opportunity to look at her shoes “it would make work awkward.”

“It’s only as awkward as we make it.” he replied, grinning widely and reaching his hand back out to her.

She smiled as though he passed a test, but pushed his hand away regardless, dancing away down the street as if to say ‘come catch me if you mean it’. He was certain not to give her too much of a head start.

He moved behind her, his hands wrapping around her waist, his mouth swiftly catching her neck and placing a soft kiss on it. Her giggle rang out into the quiet street.

“Walk me home? Maybe if you mean it then next time we can see?” she said, the question a dull threat.

“You’re killing me.” he mocked, his hand moving to his chest and slumping slightly  against the brick fence that protected the sleeping residents from the quests of the young on the other side.

She looped his arm, walking alongside him and leaning into him. They walked for some time, speaking of small things, of work and friends, of drinks and songs, of nights better forgotten.

They came to the end of a small court, almost as far up in the hills of the suburbs as he was willing to walk. She stopped at the corner, squaring herself to him.

“Thankyou for walking me, I appreciate it,” she smiled up at him, stepping close into his body and grappling around his belt “are you sure it won’t be awkward on Monday?”

“Of course, I won’t tell if you don’t.” he said, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close. His lips met hers and the pair kissed and held each other close.

“Next weekend then?” She said teasingling, moving slightly back, away from his lips.

“If you’ll make me wait 7 days to prove something to you I will.” he said, half truthful and half wishing he didn’t have to wait at all.

“You’re a nice guy,” she said, her hands lowering to the fly of his jeans, “how about something, but not everything?”

It was rhetorical, and he was thankful for that, as all he could muster was a moan when her hand unzipped his jeans and reached in to pull his cock out. He was already mostly hard by the time she fumbled him out of his jeans. The strong heart of youth doesn’t waste time redirecting blood as required.

She smiled slickly as she lowered herself down, her hand sliding slowly along the length of his now stiff cock. He moaned again. It seemed all he could offer.

Her bright blue eyes looked up at him as she swallowed his cock deep into her mouth. His knees reacted by weakening and leaving him awkwardly slumped against a thankfully supportive fence just a few houses from hers.

Her hands wasted no time, moving into a smooth rhythm of stroking in time with her lips dragging up and down his cock. He reached down, his hand combing her hair as a bid to cover his true aim of pushing her head lower. She needed no real encouragement, taking him easily down her throat. There was no gag at all. He moaned his appreciation.

With the full length of his cock now being more than adequately managed by her mouth and throat, her hands moved to his heavy balls. She massaged them firmly, as though coaxing the heavy load from them.

Her tongue swished and raked as her head moved. She moved surgically, pushing each key area in quick succession. She left him moaning, gasping and tightly gripping her hair in his fists. She was more than he could handle. She was more beautiful than he deserved and more than that, she was seemingly an expert with her tongue.

It wasn’t long before his breathing and moans were shortening, his hips moving in counter to her head bobs to cause and abrupt bump everytime his full length went inside her mouth.

Was he really face fucking his work crush on the street? He couldn’t think of this now, it was all happening too quickly now.

He let out a louder moan before hoarsely managing “I’m going to cum”. It was redundant, as the first rope of thick cum was already coating the inside of her mouth before he finished speaking. It was followed by a second and a third. His thrusts slowed, as did her sucking. She continued to tease his tightening balls, feeling them contract and push each last drop of warm cum into her mouth. She moaned obligingly as she swallowed him down.

She pulled his cock from her mouth with a final few satisfying sucks, showing him the last of his thick cum in her mouth before swallowing it.

She rose to her feet, moving close to him again and kissing him deeply. The cocktails were no longer enough to cover the taste of his cum on her lips, but he didn’t care. He kissed her back deeply.

“Remember, don’t tell anyone or you’ll miss out next weekend” she said grinning as she danced down the court towards home.

He waved absent-mindedly. Words continuing to fail him as he wiped his mouth and tucked his softening cock back into his pants. At least the walk home would be easier now his balls were empty. And he turned away, back down the hill.

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