You glance at the light as it grows ever larger as your little craft steers you towards it, and it’s with a heavy heart that you concede that there’s no way in which you’ll be able to wrap things up the way you want to without the two of you ending up arrested for public indecency.
“, there’s no time!” You lift your hand off her body and use it to get her back up so that she’s sitting straight right next to you, with her having reluctantly ceded her hold of your cock.
“I’m sorry …” you mumble out as she sits next to you, “but we have to get dressed.”
Since the two of you are steadily coming closer to the light at the end of the tunnel, and seems to be the one of you who’s been most affected by what you’ve been up, something which fills you with an immense sense of pride, you figure that you will have to be the one who makes sure that the both of you are dressed again by the time that you emerge from the tunnel.
Making a judgement call, you decide that it would be worse for to be seen naked in public, and so forget about your own clothes and focus instead on pulling ’s pants back up from her knees, with her lifting her ass up to allow you to slide them into place.
Stopping to plant a kiss on top of her head, with your lips coming up against the lush tresses of her red hair, you then use both your hands to pull ’s jean shorts back up.
As you fidget with the front of her shorts, hoping that you’ll manage to get it closed and still have time to get dressed yourself, you feel ’s hands come down on top of yours and then a gust of her warm breath hits your face as she leans in and offers you a brief kiss on the lips.
The kiss lingers on as lifts your hands off her shorts and takes it upon herself to get them closed again, leaving you free to worry about your own clothing.
Not knowing what exactly you should say to her, you pull your head back from ’s and reach down to your ankles so that you can get your boxers back in place, holding out the waistband while using your other hand to get your still-erect cock in an as comfortable position as possible before leaning forwards and grabbing hold of your trousers.
is by now completely dressed again, and it is as you bend down to pick up your shirt after having zipped up and buckled your jeans that you realize that you won’t manage to get it back on in time before the small craft exits the Tunnel of Love and emerges into the light.
Thinking on your feet as you stare at the growing light at the end of the tunnel, you drape your shirt over ’s shoulders and then reach out with one arm to embrace her, with her reaction being to lean against you and place her head on your chest.
Your hope is that people who see you will think that got a little cold inside the dark and cool tunnel and that you acted like a gentleman by offering her your shirt, but you can see the conductor moving towards you as you help out of the craft and back onto dry land.
spots him too, and her reaction is to straighten herself out before leaning in again and planting a light kiss on your right cheek before using her right hand to take yours and her left one to wave at the conductor, who stops dead in his tracks when sends him a friendly smile.
The bored conductor returns to his position next to the bar in front of the stylized dock and you and are free to pass through the exit without receiving any challenges about what you’ve been doing inside the tunnel.
“…” You say as leads you by the hand over to a circle of benches placed around a raised, oval flowerbed.
“…” moans out your name and then throws her arms around your neck before offering you another long kiss. Like the previous ones, this one feels electric, and your hands are rubbing ’s arms as her tongue slips into your mouth.
“, what just happened?” You finally get to ask once the kiss is over, although you retain your embrace.
“I wasn’t thinking straight,” explains, although she makes no effort to detangle herself from your embrace, “the heat really got to me…”
“Oh…” Your spirit sinks as you begin to fear that what just happened between you was nothing more than an isolated mistake.
“I don’t regret it though,” informs you and then smiles at you again.
“You don’t?” You suddenly feel very reinvigorated, your exultation being such that you can’t stop yourself from blurting out an inquisitive “Why not?”
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