Instead of turning right at the crossroads, I took a sharp left.
"Where are you taking me?" said Max.
"I've left something at work," I said, trying not to let my voice betray my excitement. Max looked disappointed. Hanging around in my shop obviously wasn't his idea of a sexy surprise.
We got to the store, and I stood outside the window, looking at the bed on display, wondering if Max would figure out what I had planned. The window display I'd lovingly created looked even more impressive than it did by day: dramatic black-and-white bed in a ruby red room, kitsch and 1960s in style, lit by a few retro spotlights.
Max looked at me curiously.
"Want to go to bed?" I said.
"Oh, you beauty," said Max as it finally hit him. "Let me at it."
Using my keys, I let myself into the shop through the side door and punched in the numbers that disabled the main burglar alarm. We tiptoed through the shop toward the window display at the front.
"You clever, dirty little bitch," said Max, slapping me on the ass. We stood for a while, hidden behind the headboard, looking into the street. It was deserted, and there was no guarantee that anyone would see us. It was possible that no one would come by at all, but they might-they might. And it was that possibility, that unknown factor that was the total thrilling thing. Who knew what an audience would do, how they would react? Would they be aroused? Watch open-mouthed? Or call the police? To Max and I, nothing was a greater aphrodisiac than risk.
We undressed behind the headboard, peeling off each other's clothes between stolen kisses and dirty words. When we were naked, we padded around to the window itself, stood in the spotlights for a few moments, taking in our surroundings. Max drew me toward him, picked me up, kissed me hard and aggressively, and set me on the edge of the bed. I was wild with desire, so eager to begin that my whole body shook. Max gently pushed my shoulders back. I yielded to his hands and lay down. Max kissed and licked my foot, working his way up my ankles, calves, knees, and inner thighs. When I could feel his breath on my pussy and I started to get really wet, he began all over again on the other foot. This time, when his head reached the hot, throbbing place between my legs, he rested his chin on the bed and blew gently on my clitoris. I began to feel the first gentle spasms that foreshadow an orgasm.
Max ran his hands along the smooth skin of my inner thighs. With one hand inside each, he pushed my legs apart as far as they would go. Then he pushed them a little bit farther, and I felt the buildup of a dull tension as the muscles resisted. I could feel his breath on my waiting pussy. He must have been able to see it quivering, desperate for his attention, and placed a kiss directly on it. He hooked his shoulders under my knees, so that my legs remained splayed, and used his fingers to part the skin around my clit, leaving it exposed to his warm breath. Then he went to work with his tongue, tracing tiny shapes around my clitoris, avoiding the bud itself. This let the orgasm build more slowly than any I'd ever experienced before. Round, up, down, round, up, down, teasing me and keeping it steady until I cried out. Because Max had his back to the window, neither of us knew if we were being watched or not.
"Anyone could be looking from behind us," I said. "Watching your ass, your beautiful toned ass, as you're down on your knees, eating my pussy, tonguing my clit." His lips and tongue were busy, so Max didn't answer me with words, but he increased his speed and pressure. When he slid his thumb inside my yearning hole, I knew that my words were turning him on.
"Oh, that feels good," I said and then shouted, "I feel amazing! I've never felt so fucking horny in my whole life!" Max slid another finger inside me and then another. He twisted his hand around, pushing my pussy to its limit. The circling of his tongue on my clit turned to sucking, and as I felt the tiny nip of his teeth on that most sensitive bulge, I began to buck and thrash my limbs wildly, rumpling the perfect Egyptian cotton sheets that I'd spent hours smoothing to perfection earlier. My orgasm took me over sooner than I'd wanted it to, and I hoped Max wouldn't think it was all over too quick. He maintained his rhythm for the few seconds it took for him to be sure I was coming. Then he pulled his fingers away and hardened his tongue, pushing it into my quivering pussy so that it had something to wrap around as the waves of pleasure died down. I kissed Max, tasting myself on him. I looked over my shoulder. There was no one there. No one had seen. I tried not to feel disappointed.
"Come on, Beth," murmured Max. "Your turn."
My pussy lips were still tender and sensitive as I knelt before him, and I winced as I sank to my knees. Max sat up facing the window so he'd know if anyone was watching and promised to give me a running commentary if anyone should walk past.
"I want you to spread your legs so that people can see your asshole and that swollen pink pussy," he commanded. Thrilled by his explicit commands, I obediently splayed my knees, displaying my still-swollen sex, visible and vulnerable from behind.
I stared at Max's beautiful, hard dick. The skin was smooth and velvety. I put my lips together to kiss the tip, teasing him, swirling my lips and tongue around it but not letting him enter me, daring him to penetrate my mouth without my permission. I could feel how excited he was. He lost control then and pushed himself between my lips. I let my teeth drag ever so slightly against the lower underside of his cock, just to remind him that I was the one in control here. For a split second, I saw his face register this tiny pain, which gave way to pleasure when I ran my tongue along the underside of his prick, massaging the most sensitive spot near the tip. With one violent thrust, Max was inside me up to his balls, filling up my mouth and fucking my face, more deeply than I'd ever taken him before but still not deep enough. I wanted more of his dick in me. I wanted to take it all the way down my throat. I embraced the reflexive gag and moved my whole head, determined to make him let go, cry out. I felt his buttocks clench and knew he was at the point of no return. I gulped, wrapping my mouth around his throbbing dick as tightly as I could. He responded by throwing his head back and let rip with a slow, low growl. His warm white liquid burned the skin on the back of my throat, and I eagerly drank what I could, allowing the excess to spill from my mouth onto Max's balls and legs.
A couple of cars went past, but they didn't seem to notice us there. I knelt on the floor with my head in Max's lap, licking the spunk off his thighs. But the sight of those cars reminded us that we might still attract the audience we craved. After five minutes, I felt a familiar twitching in Max's dick, watched the spent balls swell again, saw the exhausted flesh come back to life. I put one of his balls in my mouth and sucked it until his prick stiffened against my cheek as he got hard again.
"Oh, baby," I said. "You're hard and horny. And I need that fat cock inside me right now. I think we're ready for round two."
I got on the bed on all fours, facing the window, ass in the air, nipples hanging down, and tits swinging. I was thrilled to see that in the night light our bodies were reflected in the glass, the window acting like a two-way mirror so that we could make out our own reflections and at the same time see those images projected onto the street in front of us. I tilted my hips up so that my asshole and pussy were both in Max's face, letting him know that I wanted to fuck in our favorite position, to have him pounding me doggy-style. It wasn't just so that we could see ourselves as he rode me; I'd had my clitoral orgasm. With Max pounding me from behind, I knew that I stood a good chance of experiencing a G-spot climax, too.