   This is third in a series of stories describing episodes I wish Nick had 
been on hand to record for posterity.

     The longer my relationship with Linda, former coworker and lover, lasted, 
the kinkier she became -- or perhaps the more of her kinky side she revealed.
     In particular, she began to display a fondness for sex in public, 
deliberately exposing her body and her increasing sexual skills to whoever 
cared to look.
     The first demonstration of this came as a total surprise.
     Linda drove a sometimes-cranky British sports car and would often call to 
ask me for a ride to work when her car was in the shop.  On one such afternoon, 
as we threaded through the busy downtown streets, she looked at me and remarked 
quite casually, "That's quite a bulge you have in your crotch, Max," and 
proceeded to make it even bigger by reaching over and stroking it through my 
blue jeans.
     This was making it tough to concentrate on driving, and I suggested she 
stop, but instead she asked teasingly, "What's the matter, Max?  Can't wait 
until after work? ... Well neither can I."
     With that, she tugged my zipper open, tugged my cock free, and bent over 
to cover it with her mouth.
     It was all I could do to keep from sideswiping parked cars as she avidly, 
lovingly sucked my cock.
     "Red light ahead," I warned her. "You'd better stop."
     She shook her head -- a delightful experience, since she had a mouthful of 
prick -- and kept on sucking.  
     I stared rigidly ahead when we stopped at the light (she also was doing 
something rigid) and tried to ignore the double-takes and shocked stares of 
pedestrians who crossed in front of us.  A truck driver in the next lane tooted 
his horn and flashed a V-for-victory sign when I glanced his way.
     Suffice it so say that it was with a mixture of relief and regret that I 
pulled into the company parking lot to end that ride.  And a healthy dose of 
apprehension that one of our bosses might be collecting a car as we pulled in.
     We parked in the most remote corner of the lot, and Linda deftly finished 
me off with a few strokes of her head, then wiped a few droplets of cum from 
her mouth as I zipped my fly.
     "Thanks for the ride."
     That scenario was repeated many times over the years of our relationship 
-- my favorite (and Linda's) being the occasion on which she finished me off at 
a stoplight while a high school football team watched and cheered from a school 
bus next to us.

     But two other incidents stand out more in my mind:
     Linda was a cat fancier and, as such, was often prevailed upon to 
house/pet sit for vacationing friends or neighbors. 
     One night, I went with her after work to tend the pets of a neighbor.  It 
was a narrow, two-story house on a street that was busy during the day but at 
night was frequented only by neighborhood residents and patrons of a nearby 
tavern.  Tall living room windows looked out onto the street, while a dining 
table was at the far end of the room.
     Linda had been given the run of the house during her neighbors' absence, 
and took the occasion of our being there to open a bottle of wine and turn on 
the stereo.  We danced a little, sat and talked on the couch a little, and 
played touchy-feely a lot as we finished the wine.  We danced to the last cut 
on the album, kissing deeply, my hands cupping her firm ass and pressing her 
crotch against my swelling penis.   7   3                     
     Hand in hand, we headed for the stairs and the bedroom, but Linda stopped 
short.  
     "The bedroom's a mess," she said.  "Let's do it here" -- a turn of her 
head indicating the long trestle table.
     I had her sit on the edge of the table, then pushed her back on it while I 
knelt by her legs.  She raised her hips to help me peel off her jeans and 
panties, then spread her legs wide to offer her pussy to my eager tongue.
     We'd been involved in this relationship for more than a year, but even 
after all this time, Linda would still cum at the slightest provocation.  This 
night was no exception, and I felt her spasms shake the table as my tongue 
found and stroked the hot button of her clitoris.  Again and again she came as 
my tongue stroked and penetrated her hot, wet cunt.  In the soft glow of the 
living room lamp, I watched her hands grasp and fondle her small tits as she 
soared from climax to climax.
     Eventually I could take no more -- tongue fatigue had set in -- so I 
stood, dropped my trousers to the floor, and pushed my hard dick into that 
gooey, welcoming hole. 
     We both heard the sound -- an insistent tapping -- as I was in mid-stroke.  
Turning to the window we saw two men with noses pressed to the glass, one 
tapping a beer bottle against the pane.  Evidently they had stumbled by on 
their way from the neighborhood bar and had caught sight of the action.
     Linda ooohed with delight as she saw that each of the men had his hard 
cock in hand and was jerking off at our display.  
     The man with the bottle motioned toward the door, signing that we should 
open the door to let them join the fun.  Linda laughed and shook her head, but 
she also asked me to retrieve the empty wine bottle from the floor by the 
couch.
     Linda turned to face the window and spread her long legs wide, showing the 
two a clear, if somewhat distant, view of her pussy.  She stroked the pouting 
lips, then thrust two fingers inside herself and began pumping, bringing 
herself to orgasm.  
     I moved behind her and let her rest against me, propping her up so she 
could watch the men watching her.  I unbuttoned her blouse to show them her 
tits as well, and my hands cupping and kneading those small mounds.  
     Finally, she reached for the wine bottle and began inserting it in her 
cunt, pushing slowly as the tapered length began to disappear inside her 
stretched cunt.
     It was too much for the man with the beer bottle, and he shot a wad of cum 
onto the window.  Linda applauded enthusiastically, then fixed her gaze on the 
other man as she again grasped the wine bottle and began pumping half its 
length in and out of her cunt.  At length the second man also fired a stream of 
cum onto the window, and the two eventually stumbled off into the night, as 
Linda and I resumed a vigorous fuck that left us both drained.

     The second occasion was during one of the rare winter snowstorms that 
paralyze this city.  To ensure that the next day's production would be 
unhindered, our company housed most of the night shift at a hotel a few blocks 
from our building.  
     Somehow I lucked into a corner room, sliding glass doors on one side 
giving onto a balcony overlooking the river.  In spring or summer it would have 
been a romantic spot.  On the other side, wide windows set into deep bays with 
broad ledges stared into the windows of an office building across the street.
     Linda had her own room for propriety's sake, but a phone call brought her 
to my room to suck and fuck away what was left of the night.  
     It was nearly noon when I awoke, and the storm had slackened, but snow    7   3                     still swirled around the windows.  I was, remarkably, still intensely horny and 
began sucking my sleeping partner's tits, feeling her nipples harden in turn 
between my lips and wondering what sort of dreams I was bringing her.  My 
fingers toyed with her pussy and she began to stir, then moan with pleasure, 
asleep or not.
     As she stirred I said, "Get up, I want to watch the snow while we fuck."
     We took the pillows from both beds and put them on the window ledge, then 
Linda stretched out languorously and opened her arms while I lay on top of her.
     It was one of those delicious fucks that can be enjoyed only when the 
balls  have been recently drained, when there is no pressure to relieve and the 
joyous friction of cock in cunt can be enjoyed for its own sake, rather than 
for the expected outcome.  We tried half the positions in the Karma Sutra, 
Linda cumming occasionally, but for the most part just enjoying the slow thrust 
of my cock from many angles.  The snow, which wrapped us in sensuous isolation, 
contributed to the feeling that this fuck could last forever.
     Linda was sitting on top of me, rocking slowly back and forth on my prick, 
when we noticed that the snow had dwindled to a few flakes.  And that our 
employer wasn't the only one who'd made sure workers were on hand this day.  In 
scattered office windows across the street we had attracted an audience.
     In one window, a well-prepared voyeur watched us through binoculars  (how 
many other couples had he watched in this hotel?) while stroking himself.  
Linda waved to three women in another window, then got off me so I could stroke 
my cock to display it to best advantage.  One of the women reciprocated by 
opening her blouse and bouncing ample tits in her hands.
     "This is fantastic," Linda said.  "Let's give them a really good show."
     "Let's invite them over," I suggested, and Linda motioned to the watchers 
to come join us.  The three women motioned us away, but the binocular-wielder 
nodded vigorously.
     "Call him," I told her.  "See, the company name and phone number are 
painted on the window next to his."
     Linda left me and got the phone, then dialed the number.
     "Hello?  Are you the man with the binoculars?"
     Pause.  
     "I'm the woman in the hotel.  My friend and I would like you to have a 
better view. ... And I'd like a better look at what you had in your other 
hand."
     Pause.
     "We're in room 650. ... Oh, you know?  Well knock three times when you get 
here." 
     Linda came back to the window and began stroking my cock with her hand as 
we watched the street below, finally seeing a bundled figure scurry from the 
office building and head for the hotel.  Soon enough there were three taps at 
the door and Linda jumped up to open it.
     The man, who introduced himself as Jim, was an largely nondescript -- 
middle-aged,  medium height, somewhat stocky.  What hair was left was brown.  
He took off his topcoat to reveal that he hadn't bothered to zip up, and a fat 
cock stood semi-erect despite the coldness of his passage to the hotel.
     "I like what I see," Linda said, "and we hope you do, too.  We want to put 
on a show for you."
     I was still in the window, keeping my cock up for the three women who 
still watched from across the street.  Linda pointed to the edge of the bed 
nearest the window and had the man sit there while she rejoined me.
     She knelt in front of me and bent forward, her hands replacing mine on my 
shaft and her mouth parting to encircle the tip.
     "She gives great head," I said, as much to Linda and myself as to our    7   3                     visitor.  "Now her tongue is licking the tip of my cock while she sucks.  And 
the way her hands play with my dick and my balls.  Fantastic."
     Jim was stroking himself as he watched and listened.
     "She says I give great head, too, and she cums magnificently when I eat 
her.  Would you like to see?"  He gulped and nodded.  "Lie down, Darling.  Let 
me suck your pussy."
     Linda collapsed backward onto the pillows while I knelt on the floor and 
pulled her hips toward me.  Her dripping pussy told me how hot this scene was 
making her.  I licked the inside of her thighs, teasing her as my tongue moved 
closer to her love button.  She screamed with joy and began a hip-thrashing 
climax as my tongue licked her swollen pussy lips, then moaned in ecstasy as I 
sucked and nibbled lightly at her clit.
     I watched from the corner of my eye as Jim stood and walked toward  us, 
then reached to cup a tit.
     "No," Linda said, pushing his hand away.  "Just watch.  At least for now."
     We put on a hell of a show for Jim and for the women across the street 
until the feel of Linda's mouth and cunt were too much for my cock.  She was 
sucking furiously as the cum began to flood from my balls.  I pushed her away 
to give our audience a cum shot, and sent sticky spurts splashing onto her face 
and tits.
     Jim was breathing hard and stroking himself hard by now.  Linda, without 
wiping the cum from her face, turned to look at him. 
     "Your turn," she said. "Let's see what that nice fat cock can produce."
     His hand was a blur of motion as he pumped away.  He hardly needed Linda's 
urging, her continued cooing of  "Come on.  Make it shoot."  Within seconds a 
thick rope of semen was arcing toward Linda and falling onto the carpet.
     I was exhausted, as was Linda, so we soon steered our guest to the door. 
     "Keep an eye out for us," Linda said before closing the door.  "Maybe we 
can do this again sometime."

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