J

I enter first and hold the door open for J. I pile the gear we've selected high on the triangular sheet of plywood that serves as a seat. The cafe doors swing shut. I turn to face J. Her back is to the busy store. I open my arms and she steps into them. Her body is deceptive. She seems to be about 5'5" in my arms. In public and at a distance I would have guessed her to be 5'7" or 5'8". She possesses a hard body-solid and well muscled and I'll find out much later in the relationship that she weighs more than 150 but again my perception is off as I mentally catalogue her at about 125 pounds. We hug and for more than few minutes I'm totally satisfied and never want to stop holding her.

Over her shoulder I have a clear field of vision into the store and the check out counters on the opposite wall. We have gained the attention of the service staff, in particular a woman whom I estimate to be the head cashier or a supervisor. I wink at her and she smiles back.

I step away from J and turn her so she's facing the door. The supervisor continues to watch and I nod at her. I grasp J's sweatshirt and start to raise it. I stop midway-"Shall we stop J?" She shakes her head. "I can't hear you." "No!" she states emphatically. I raise the sweatshirt over her head and arms and drop it to the floor. My eyes remain on the supervisor as I circle J's torso and cup both of her breasts. Her breasts are ample-both full c cups-firm and the nipples hard. I handle her breasts gently as a lover. J moves back into my arms and presses her body firmly into mine. We stand and act as lovers. My caress is gentle yet at the same time relentless. She pushes harder against me enjoying the pleasure but at the same time impatient and frustrated by the vanilla aspect of the embrace. The pleasuring continues and her breathing increases. The supervisior continues to stare-her focus totally on the scene in front of her.

With my left hand I raise her left breast upwards and grasp the hard nipple with my right thumb and forefinger. I begin to pinch it hard but slowly. J gasps as I pinch very hard and begin to pull the nipple up and away from her torso. J is breathing hard now-gasping. The supervisor moves around the counter-her eyes locked on mine-her smile widening. J is breathing hard and she is close to crying out and just when I sense she can handle no more, I release the nipple. She gasps in a huge breath of air and as she relaxs, I notice for the first time how hard she has been pushing into me.

The supervisor drops her eyes but then looks up as she begins to turn to resume her oversight of the staff. I nod gently no and she returns to watching the scene. I repeat the same actions on J's right breast and nipple but this time step up the intensity to the point where J begins to raise one foot off the floor in her efforts to handle the pain. I work harder until she cannot remain silent. She moans and I can sense her struggles to manage the pain. A sheen of sweat appears on her shoulders and the supervisor is focused fully on J's reactions the pinching.

Again I drop the nipple. J is breathing hard like a woman in the delivery room. The supervisor's eyes dart to mine and I silently mouth the word "Wait." With J still leaning against me, I slip one hand down the front or her sweat pants and as my forefinger finds her clit I bite down hard on her right ear. She screams-the supervisor smiles broadly and the attention of everyone in the area focuses on the dressing room. Silence descends...