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Public Flirtations
by Illicit Writer (illicitwriter@hotmail.com)

***

A housewife is out with her husband and kids when she 
notices a handsome man checking her out. (MF, wife, 
voy/exh)

***

"Hey honey," my husband whispered. "Look over your left 
shoulder, but do it discreetly."¯

I gave him a look, but he just smiled. I made sure my 
two kids were still clamoring over the build it sets at 
the children's museum at Navy Pier. I peeked over my 
left shoulder, but see nothing but the chaos that comes 
from a place like this. screaming kids, running, kids, 
laughing kids. and parents endlessly chasing them.

"Sorry Patrick, I don't get what you want me to see." I 
could hear the edge of annoyance creep into my voice and 
I try and push it away.

"Tall guy in the dark blue shirt."¯

I looked again and saw a man in blue with a young blond 
hair boy. The man seemed to be looking at everywhere but 
my direction. He was tall, about the same height as my 
husband but a decade younger. He had dark hair and then 
he smiled and I felt a flutter in my stomach.

I blushed, realizing that my husband was watching me and 
asked, "Alright, what about him?"¯

"I believe he's been checking you out since we got 
here."¯

I glanced back and saw him brushing off a young boy 
about seven years old.

"Nonsense, in this museum everyone kind of flows the 
same way."¯

Patrick shook his head. "Alright Kim."¯He noticed our 
little girl banging away at a set of blocks and ran to 
stop her. I went over to my son and intentionally bent 
at the waist, knowing that my ass would be shown to 
great effect in my skirt.

I peeked around my legs. Sure enough, the stranger's 
gaze was latched onto my ass. Was that a quick rub 
against his crotch? I smiled to myself. Let's give him a 
show! I reached for a toy, bending lower. I was only 5'4 
and 120 lbs, but my ass had always been full even at the 
age of 40.

Incredibly, the stranger pulled out his phone. He 
appeared to check it, but I swore he took a picture. I 
felt myself get a little wet, thinking about this man 
looking at my ass when he was alone! I smoothed my skirt 
and stood up slowly. Intentionally looking away, I 
tugged at my shirt, showing off my tits to their full 
effect.

The kids ran into the next room. I followed behind them 
passing within a few feet of him. Our gazes met and I 
felt an electric jolt between my legs. I refused to 
look, but I could feel my nipples harden. I wondered 
just how easy it was to see.

I caught sight of my husband but he was still keeping 
close watch with our little girl. Looking back, I saw my 
admirer herd his son to the same room. I moved to the 
side of the doorway.

His kid ran past with his father behind. He sidled up 
next to me, so close I felt his breath on the back of my 
neck and something light brushed along my ass. As he 
continued, my eyes glanced down, I was sure I could see 
his rock hard cock.

I leaned against the wall to slow down my breathing. I 
was definitely wet now. I waved to my husband and walked 
over to our family.

"Look who's followed us to the next room."¯Patrick 
nodded to the other side of the room.

I shook my head and smiled. "Oh you. He's younger than 
me by ten years."¯

My husband leered. "And your body still turns heads."¯ 
He glanced at the kids and then whispered. "Especially 
when your nipples are hard."¯ He winked.

I felt my cheeks heat up from blushing and gave him a 
soft punch.

I moved around and to help my little girl grab the boats 
in the water. I wished I had worn a looser v-neck as it 
would have given my admirer an eyeful of my boobs. 
Still, I thought he might still be able to glimpse 
something. With effort, I resisted checking to see if my 
efforts were successful. Instead, I slowly rotated 
around, eyes still fixed on my child, until my ass was 
facing his direction.

I slowly bent further, relishing in the feel of the 
fabric pressing against my curves. I imagined him 
discreetly touching himself, maybe taking a discreet 
picture or two with his camera.

Unable to help myself, I peeked.

He was looking at me with unabashed lust, so taken with 
my ass that he didn't even realize that I was looking 
back at him. I swayed my hips slowly back and forth 
and watched his hand move up his thigh and slowly move 
up his thigh. His hand settled unobtrusively over his 
crotch and his thumb moved up and down. He was stroking 
himself!

Abruptly their eyes met. He blushed furiously and jerked 
his hand away. I didn't look away though. and through 
some spark of courage, I smiled at him and winked. A 
shocked look crossed his face and then he returned the 
smile.

But then my kid was pulling me to the next room. This 
one had forts arranged out of various furniture.

"C'mon mommy!"¯

I was pulled into a maze of obstacles. I looked back and 
saw my husband and son laughing at us. I shook my fist 
in mock anger before being pulled further in.

We crawled along and now I was ruing the fact that I had 
worn as a skirt as I felt it ride up a bit. My daughter 
scrambled into a fort full of balls and I stayed where I 
was with a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, I saw a familiar boy shoot past me and into 
the ball fort. I felt a warm body press up against me 
and I leaned back. His hand tentatively moved across my 
ass. When I didn't say anything or move away, the hand 
grew bolder. His hand kneaded my ass harder, starting at 
the top and working his way down. almost to the hem of 
my skirt.

I bit my lip to keep from moaning and pushed my ass out 
farther. He started using both hands now. His hands 
danced over my ass, sometimes moving up for a quick feel 
of my breasts and then down again. I silently wished for 
him to move under my skirt to shove his fingers into my 
wet pussy. To finger fuck me until I cum. And I feel his 
fingers curl under my skirt, his finger tips brush 
against the bare skin of my inner thigh. higher and 
higher.

"Mommy!"¯

I blink through the haze of desire that had enveloped me 
and see my daughter dart forward. Without looking back, 
I crawl forward.

My husband and son are on the other side of the maze. 
Patrick and I make eye contact and I wonder if he can 
guess on how turned on I am. But before he can say 
anything, my daughter pulls him to the next room. I grab 
my son's hand and we follow along.

The kids play in a room that mimics Chicago's skyline. 
But despite the fact that we are there for over twenty 
minutes, there is no sign of my admirer. Disappointment 
wells within me as I realize that he has probably left.

The next room is full of bubbles and the various 
children screeching nearly breaks the sound barrier.

"Pat, I have to go to the bathroom. Will you be alright 
with the kids?"¯

He nods and turns back as the kids try to make bubbles 
with various crazy shaped wands. I make my way to the 
bathroom, but there's a line of women out the door.

Already sexually frustrated, I don't feel like waiting. 
I turn to walk back when I spy the men's bathroom. 
"Screw it."¯I march over, thinking that I had better 
make this quick. I slam open the door and nearly run 
into my admirer!

Instinctively, he stops me by grabbing my arms. I try to 
stutter out an excuse as a smile spreads across his 
face. He reaches past me and I hear the click of the 
lock. He walks me over to the sinks and spins me around.

I grab onto the counter for balance even as I feel his 
hands pulling up my skirt.

"We don't need these."¯He tugs down my panties, all the 
way down to my ankles and I obediently step out of them.

From the reflection of the mirror, I can see him staring 
at my ass as he continues to paw at it.

We make eye contact in the mirror as a finger is shoved 
into me.

"You are very wet."¯Two fingers slide into me. "VERY 
wet."¯Three fingers slide in, raising me to my toss at 
the violent intrusion and all I can do is whimper with 
lust. I grip the counter tighter as they move in and out 
of me a few times more.

His hand snakes around and I start licking his fingers 
clean. My taste is strong and tangy. I can see him 
unzipping himself, but at this angle I can't see his 
cock. His hand moves away as I feel his cock move 
against my wet slit. I stick my ass out to give him 
better access, giving myself over to him completely.

His cock continues to move along my pussy lips and then 
the angle changes and the head presses against me. His 
hands grab my hips and pulls. I look back up and our 
gazes lock as his cockhead pops into me. He feels about 
the same thickness as my husband. I steady my legs as he 
begins to slide in. As he moves further and further in. 
I gasp and he smiles at my surprise. I haven't felt any 
cock this deep before!

Finally the base grinds up against my ass and then he 
withdraws just as slow. SLAP! I almost stand up at the 
mixture of pain/pleasure, but he's deep inside of me 
again. SLAP! He thrusts again. SLAP! The pace begins to 
increase and he needs both hands to fuck me hard and 
violent. The sensations are too much and I cum, but he 
doesn't slow. Instead my convulsions spur him on to go 
faster.

I can barely stand, but he holds me up as he makes me 
his personal fuck toy. His hand snakes down between my 
legs and begins to roughly rub my clit. After my orgasm, 
it's incredibly sensitive, but I can't do more than 
gasp, completely at his mercy.

"Oh yeah,"¯he breathes. "You are even hotter than I 
thought you'd be."¯

His fingers saws harder at my clit. Pain/pleasure 
lightening up... and I cum again!

His breathing grows ragged and he breathes into my ear. 
"Oh yeaaah... YES!!"¯

I feel his cock swell and bury himself deep within. His 
grip on my hips so painful, I'm sure I'll have bruises. 
He continues to slide in and out of me though now much 
slower. I even begin to think he's going to fuck me 
again but then he pops out.

I collapse onto the counter. He gives my ass a final 
caress and then I hear the door unlock and he's gone. I 
straighten up as best I can and I realize he never 
returned my underwear. I smooth out my skirt the best I 
can.

Blushing I make my way back through the museum. My 
family is still in the bubble room. My husband looks up 
and I wonder if there's something in my expression to 
give away what happened. He raises a questioning 
eyebrow.

"Stupid lines for the bathroom," I mumble.

END

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