Her fingers began thrusting
in and out of my bum and I could feel
the pulsing of my pussy, getting
wetter and wetter with pleasure. I let out a
definite squeak…she was smiling at
me as she pushed against me. Her pubes were covered
in a tidy nest of hair, but I could see the pink folds of her pussy, aroused
and moist. Just to the right of me at the bottom of the steps
was the 2012 Olympic Clock, counting
down the days, hours, minutes and
seconds until the start of the opening
ceremony at 9:00 pm on Friday 27th
July, and quite a few people were having their photographs taken
standing next to that too. With
my tongue still lapping at her, my thumb found her clitoris, and she bit
back a scream as I rolled and rubbed
it. I sat for a while, just letting people
move past me up and down the steps. I breathed in deeply, then
moved my legs a little bit more apart.