Pauline’s oral fixation

I hold your hand as we walk through the park, giving you a look of admiration. I pause, gently pulling at your hand. Hey Mick… [Should I tell him?] I quickly think through my recent memories of our dates, and your willingness to do adventurous things with me — windsurfing, go-karting, even skydiving, all at my suggestion. [He… Might be okay with it. An adrenaline junkie, maybe, like me.] I want to share something with you. You look at me with a curious, kind expression, as if you are open to anything. I swallow, offering my admission. I like… doing certain things, in public places. And I’ve been thinking about doing things like that with you. I begin playing out all of the sensual scenarios, like flashing images in my mind, imagining your cock in my throat, the taste of your cum, the many, many public places — airplanes, mountaintops, ski lifts, boats, my family and your family’s house — absolutely everywhere we will do it. I quietly gasp. I reclaim focus on my words. I’ve… wanted it for a lot of the time we’ve been together. I’ve just been… I trail off, my pussy becoming well lubricated just from the thought of it. I want to know. Are you open to trying it out with me? I look up at you, a hint of vulnerability in my expression — something you’ve never seen from me before.