Betrayed Chapter 2

She punched my shoulder for that.

"Besides," I continued, "I already have a car. You don't have one of these. At least, you didn't until now."

Full-length couturier Silver Fox coat: if you have to ask, you can't afford it. Look of utter adoration on the face of the recipient: priceless.

Dianna was torn; whether to wear the coat or drape it over her arm for our final walk-through. Sheer wretched excess won out. She left it on, open, and draping slightly off her shoulders to allow a mostly-unhindered view of what was underneath. Imagine the absolute silence of an empty shopping mall in the dead of night. Now, picture that same silence on an early Saturday evening, in the midst of seven hundred gawking shoppers on multiple levels of an atrium, gaping unabashedly at the vision on your arm. Okay, it wasn't absolute silence. One could plainly hear the unmistakable click-click-click of Dianna's heels echoing through the atrium and an occasional wolf whistle. I can only imagine the exhilaration she felt at that moment.

There was a polished marble bench against the wall, near the alcove leading to the public restrooms. My delectable companion placed one taloned hand on my chest and thrust me back against the wall, right next to the bench. She spread her fur coat, lifted one sandal-clad foot and rested it lightly on the bench. She took my right hand in her left and guided it to her panty-clad snatch. In the meantime, she used her right hand to massage my own rock-hard, panty-clad bone. She leaned forward, placing her lips right next to my ear.
"Tell me, Lover," she whispered, "am I the most totally fuckable playtoy you have ever seen in your life?"

She punctuated her question by darting the tip of her tongue into my ear, then biting oh-so-gently on my earlobe. The moment, the public venue, the completely uninhibited display of raw sexual intensity was more than I could control. My only verbal response was a series of guttural grunts. The rest of my answer came in a spontaneous flood of jism that filled my panties. Dianna felt each successive jet with her fingertips. She smiled slyly and kissed me lightly on the lips.