I feel the denim of her skirt with my fingertips and the force of her muscles against my palms as she twists and thrusts, her hands slapping the buttons, the machine dinging and buzzing as the ball collides with targets and bumpers. I am reminded of the noises she makes as my hips collide with her ass when I fuck her. As I want to fuck her now.

I lift the skirt. Just a bit. Just enough. She wiggles harder. She is horny, she is wet, she is easy. My hands slide between her legs, her gasp masked by the piped in music and the beeping, ringing and booping of a hundred video games and pinball machines. She spreads her legs even further.

I rub her clit with my three middle fingers. She rises back, still focused on the steel ball and the flippers, and yet somehow humping my hand at the same time. It is a challenge now, a challenge to make her lose control, to send spasms of pleasure through her so intense that she will forget the game, miss the ball, turn and attack me right here in the arcade.

But still she plays on, her cunt sliding across my now very wet hand, my finger tickling her clit, her moans and cries mingling with the dings and the buzzes and the slaps and the weird computerized voice of the pinball machine ("You've got a straight flush!", "Fuh-reeeee ball!"). Her face red, her jaw clinched, her breathing sporadic, she plays on.

I can't take it any more. I don't care how many people there are in here. I don't care who sees us. I'm fucking her now. Standing right behind her, pressed up against her ass I work my cock out through my fly and rub it against her slit under her skirt.

She wriggles back, encouraging me. I step forward, guiding myself into her, up against her, inside her.

we are fucking. In an arcade. In public. In front of a pinball machine. As we play.

It is incredible. It is erotic. It is dangerous. It is naughty. It is a mind-blowing assault on the senses. Dazed and delirious out of body and in body and in her body I place my hands on her hands on the buttons, gaze over her shoulder at the ball on the bumper and the lights and the Joker and the buxom cartoon painted women on the scoreboard glass and as the ball comes hurtling down toward the flippers we slap our hands and thrust our hips against the machine my cock inside her sliding out and then in harder and faster ball against bumper hand against flipper hip against hip and cock inside cunt in and out and back and forth the people at the machines in the dark around us forgotten and yet not able to see us and maybe watching and who cares? I care. We are fucking in their midst with and against and with the machine, with the ball and the flippers and the scoreboard and the beeping and the booping and the screwing and the slapping and my hard in her soft and her squeezing as she plays completely in the groove of the game and the fuck and the game of the fuck and I can't take it anymore I am coming she is coming we are coming she is aiming, ball is spinning toward the hole we are done.

We are so fucking done. Game over. Lights out. Nobody home. Back to bed. Back to cuddle. Back to hold her in my sleep with the smile on my face of the luckiest happiest most contented man on Earth.

Thank you and good night.