"I can take the bus, if you'd rather," Linda Parker said to Steve in a tone cold enough to freeze water on contact.
"Aw, Jesus, Linda – don't be like that," Steve apologized. "You know I love you and that I don't mind waiting. It's just that it's hot out here, and I've been sittin' in the sun, and…"
"Well, I'm here now!" Linda cut the young man off. "Let's go!"
Steve put the new car into gear and they started off in uneasy silence. Linda barely glanced at Steve as they rolled out of the school parking lot. She was busy giving her make-up a final check and smoothing out her long jet-black hair.
"We still got lots of time," Steve observed brightly as they drove along. "How about stopping for a little while? What do you say… huh, babe?"
Linda looked at her watch. There was quite a bit of time before the interview was scheduled. She wanted to show up a little early, but not this early.
"Okay, I know what you need, baby," the voluptuous young brunette whispered. "Don't worry."
Steve began pulling at the bow. "That's the general idea, honey," the boy cooed, a wolfish grin on his face.
Linda pushed his hands away but they came right back. She relented, deciding to let Steve have a little fun. He had felt her tits before, but only at night when he couldn't really see what he was fondling. It might be fun, Linda thought to herself, to see Steve's reaction to her bare jugs in the daylight. Beside, letting him feel her up right here in Central Park with people strolling by a few feet from the car was an added kick that made the whole idea irresistible.
The eighteen-year-old boy's fumbling fingers had managed to part the resistant ties at last. Steve loosened the velvet-cord a little more and pulled the halves of Linda's plunging neckline apart so that her big, rosy-nippled tits were fully revealed.
"Oh man, they're even prettier than I thought!" Steve sighed.
Linda waited for him to cup them, to caress them. The thunderstruck boy continued to sit in coma-like rapture, staring at the twin treasures rising and falling so evenly in front of his fingertips.
"Well, go on," the exasperated girl said at last. "You've touched them before. They won't bite you!"
The radiant brunette let her breath out in a hiss as her inept boyfriend's fingers closed over her pebbly nipples. She was more than a little turned on by the risk involved in making out in the park in broad daylight, and Linda wished Steve was a more suave, romantic kind of lover.
Awkward and shy though he was, Steve had no trouble in caressing Linda's pink nipples to full, pulsing hardness in less than a minute. The thick buds stood out like tiny pointing fingers, and her heavy tits tensed.
"I… I wanna suck 'em!" Steve rasp d, eyeing the pounding, fully excited tits hungrily.
"Here?" Linda looked around, half fearful, half eager.
"But no one's paying any attention to us," Steve pleaded.
It was true. People strolled by on the pathways, enjoying the warm Indian summer afternoon, but few if any of them even glanced at the two teenagers in the car behind the protective greenery.
"Okay," Linda said simply, shrugging her shoulders so that the straps of her dress slid down her slender arms.
The young girl's heart was throbbing ever faster as the top of her dress tumbled down and her mammoth tits were bared to the glare of the afternoon sun. Steve looked around once more, then ducked his head and reached for both of Linda's aroused, pulsing nipples.
Linda jumped in the seat as the boy's hot mouth sucked in one sensitive nub and his fingers clamped onto the other. The foxy teenager let her head slip back onto the headrest and enjoyed the heady sensations welling up in her tits as Steve worked on them. The wonderful feelings got stronger and stronger as the moments ticked by… and she could hear her sucking, biting, licking boyfriend's breathing getting heavier as her own breath became sharper and more shallow.
"Feels so nice…" Linda panted, her hands straying to Steve's long brown hair.
The turned-on teenager ran her fingers through the boy's long hair, pulling him in tighter to her aroused tits as she did so. Steve moaned and changed tits, and Linda squirmed as the thrilling feelings in her nipples grew even more powerful.
Steve's free hand journeyed slowly up the valley between Linda's sculpted thighs, his fingers toying with her panties. He tried to pry her tight pantyhose away from the girl's flat belly and slip his hand into her dewy cuntcrack.
"No!" Linda said firmly, despite her obvious arousal.
Steve's eyes brightened. He sat up in the seat and looked around. No one was paying any special attention to their car.
"You really mean it?" he whispered excitedly. "Can I leave your titties out while you do it?"
Linda seemed to think it over for a few moments. Actually, she liked the idea. It made it all seem kinkier to her.
"Okay," the pretty brunette said at last. "Get ready…"
Steve unzipped his pants and undid his belt. He raised himself up in the seat a little and worked his jeans down, along with his shorts.
Linda had never seen Steve's cock in the sunlight before. They had always done this at night after a game or a dance on some deserted road.
She hadn't really seen any man cocks this close, in this good a light, but Linda thought Steve's was fairly average in length and width. It looked kind of cute to her all hard and red and pumping with excited life atop the boy's furry nutsac.
"Don't forget the handkerchief," Linda cautioned Steve.
"I thought maybe today you'd use your…"
"Don't even say it!" Linda cut him off.
Linda accommodated the boy, moving her fist up and down the heated prick-stalk faster and faster. She loved the way a boy's throbbing hot prick felt in her hand – the velvety smooth skin sliding over the stone-hard fuck tool, the sound of the ragged, panting breathing in her ear as she pulled him to completion.
This time, there was the added thrill of doing it almost out in the open, the zesty feel of having her tits bare and bobbing in the daylight, her lover's hands kneading them deliciously as she yanked on his dick and watched his balls clench in readiness.
All at once, Steve moaned and thrust his ass upward. A huge glob of white, glue-like fluid shot out of the end of his pulsing prick and spattered onto the windshield.
"Uhhhh! Ohhhh!" Steve cried out as the second and third streamers of cum ripped from his cock and fell onto the dash and the steering wheel.
Linda was terribly excited by the size of Steve's copious outpouring. She continued pumping his spurting cock until a weak dribble of cum was all her frantic jerking could produce. The warm sticky stuff ran down his shaft and over her knuckles.
"Uh, what a mess!" Linda said at last, pulling her tits away from Steve's mindless fingering and letting his slippery, tilting dick slip from her cum-coated hand. "You should have warned me in time to get my hanky on it… like you usually do."
Linda was working hard to keep her excitement but of her voice. She didn't want Steve to know how much seeing him shoot off like that had turned her on. It was the first time she had ever jacked a boy off without catching the cum in something like a rag or a handkerchief.
"I'm… I'm sorry, baby," Steve said.
A blush was starting to creep over his face now that the thrill of creaming was ebbing away. Steve took the handkerchief from Linda and wiped off his cock. He began cleaning up the rest of the spilled mess.
"You really ought to be more careful," Linda went on, lacing up her dress with one hand, the other still covered with cum. "The whole car smells like a broken bottle of bleach or something, and that stuff went just everywhere. What if some of it had splattered onto my good dress? How would that look, showing up at the interview smelling like a boy's cum, with spots all over my dress?"