Anonymous Sex

She had pressed herself against her side of the wall, my fingers quickly probing her wetness, hearing the pleasured sigh that came from her when I did. I located her hard little clit, tickled it gently, and then at her urging, knelt to do so again only this time with my tongue. I could feel her gyrating herself against the wall, thrusting herself forwards upon my tongue as I speared her, then fingered her, then tongued her again.

"Fuck me," she soon after said. "Fuck me nice and hard..." she cried out. She was again at the perfect height, I merely stuck my prick where my mouth had once been, and immediately felt it slip inside that heavenly slick wet passage. Plunging into her now, just as I had seen Mike doing earlier, I now realized what it was he had felt, experienced, as the strangeness of the situation heightened the pleasure. The ecstasy of her own moans penetrating through the barrier as each time I plunged into her, she thrust back, her delirious groans of joy being expressed with each and every thrust of my hard stiff cock into her, through the hole that separated our identities from ever being known.

It was amazing feeling her climax. As slick as she'd been, she suddenly bathed me in a rich warmth that seemed to flood around my prick, her cry of pleasure nearly a scream, many looking over towards me, watching now, as I knew the women on the other side of the wall must have been doing as well, watching her as she came.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she wailed over and over again, which I of course did, slamming into her cunt, which I'd now figured she was feeling while bent over, somewhat doggy fashion, though I saw it only in my mind of course. And it was again weird the moment she had finished, or collapsed, I would never really know, the sweetness of her cunt left me, the hole moments later closing between us. I'd been hovering on the verge myself only seconds away from a second orgasm, and thus aroused, went immediately in search of another to satisfy my pleasured need.

I saw another pair of much smaller breasts hardly able to even poke through the openings that appeared, more nipple than breast really, but there was something about them that looked erotically sensual, youngish, without being so, especially with the wall concealing anyone's identity. I immediately captured one of those pointed little protrusions in my mouth, gingerly sucking upon it and instantly hearing a soft pleasured moan come from its owner on the other side of the wall.

"Oh yes, yes. Suck it please, please!" she sighed delightedly as my mouth pulled on the hard extended nipple as though I was attempting to pull it right through the wall. I then heard and looked as yet another opening appeared, knowing immediately that she was now offering something else for me to play with as well, which I did. Her pussy was liquid as my fingers found it, her juices already free-flowing as I inserted one, and then two fingers inside her, feeling her squirm, rotating, and humping herself against my hand. "Make me cum," she said simply, half whispering as she said it, my finger tips quickly locating the hard little knot between her legs, rolling it sweetly between my finger tips as she groaned audibly on her side of the wall.

"Like that?" I asked, still mouthing her sweet tit.

"Yes, yes...that's perfect, just keep doing it like that!" she continued to moan excitedly, thrusting herself wildly now against my hand as I somehow managed to hold onto her clit, not quite pinching it, but firmly rolling it between my finger tips.

Not unexpectedly, she came very hard as she stood there, her cries of pleasure easily heard through the wall drawing a few casual, yet interested glances my way as she did so.

Like many others, I expected her to soon after disappear, but to my surprise, she had a request for me.

"Are you close?" she asked still sounded excited, breathless as she asked me.

"Close enough," I answered back, wondering if I'd be soon fucking her cunt, or feeling the warmth of her mouth surrounding my prick as I climaxed.

"Could I ask you...would you, please would you, cum on my tits? I want to see what it's like to feel your hot juice splashing on them from your side of the wall."

That wasn't exactly what I had had in mind, but as I stood there thinking about it, her cute little titties still pressed through the hole in the wall expectantly waiting for an answer, I decided right there and then, that the idea of jacking myself off onto them wasn't a bad idea at all.

"Yeah, hell. Why not?" I told her. "Stay right there though, I need a stool!"

Grabbing one of several available, I quickly adjusted myself to the perfect height, now comfortably positioned, I found the idea of sitting there rubbing my prick back and forth against her nipple to be quite enjoyable indeed. I slapped it against her a little, and then rubbed it back and forth, hearing her delight on the other side of the wall as I did so.

"Don't tell me when you cum," she half begged. "I just want to feel it, feel it splashing, squirting against my tit when you do!"

Only too happy to oblige, I continued playing with myself against that luscious boob, feeling the sensation of pleasure begin to make its way up my shaft, then watching as it began to explode from the tip of my cock, showering that pointed little cone-shaped breast, completely enveloping her tender pink nipple with my cream.

"Oh yes! Yes!" she cried out, and I could tell that she too was in the throes of yet another orgasm herself on her side of the wall. Her breasts still pressed through my side of the wall, but jiggling nicely as they were, the movements telling me that she was no doubt frigging herself with her fingers as I finished pouring out the last remaining vestiges of my warm spunk against her.

"Thank you! Thank you!" she soon after said, and then as everyone else did, she silently disappeared, the holes once again closing.

I stepped back with my stool, replacing it, quickly locating a nice comfortable chair to sit down in again, grabbing a fresh drink, and sat watching as others came to the wall, some shoving their respective hard dick's through, getting them sucked mostly, though a few others found delight in a woman's cunt as she presented herself to be taken in that way, either facing or as I was learning, preferably bent over, ass pressing against the wall as their unseen lovers fucked them in this fashion.

I noticed that Mike had been one doing just that, suddenly backing away, his thirst quenched for the moment as he'd just had his prick sucked off nicely through the wall.

Spotting me, Mike sauntered over, his semi-erect prick still swinging to and fro between his legs, looking quite satisfied by the expression on his face.

"Fuck that was nice," he told me taking a seat. "God could she suck a cock, just wish to hell I know who that was," he admitted freely though speaking in low quiet tones. "As erotic and kinky as this all is, I'd still like to see who that woman was!"

"Yeah, know what you mean," I had to agree. "There was a sweet gal, really small breasts, but damn they were cute looking. Wouldn't mind seeing who they were attached to myself."

"Really small tits?" Mike asked curiously. "Damn near flat chested maybe?"

"Yeah, probably would look so if you were to see her," I told him. "Why?"

"There was a good looking woman I saw after we first got here, noticed she was wearing a really tight black top, hardly any boobs at all, but damn was she hot looking, maybe it was her, no real way of telling perhaps, at least not dressed...but hell, maybe there's a way."

I laughed, "This is starting to sound like a fairy tale, looking for Cinderella, except in this case, it's not trying to find the size of foot to fit the slipper, but the small firm little tit that I got to shoot my wad off against. Yeah, Cinderella's Prince would have had an easier time finding her than I would this one. I could just see it, walking up to small-breasted women and asking them to show me their tits. I'd find myself sitting behind bars in no time!"

"Well, just in case you do, was there anything about them specifically that you can remember?" Mike asked.

I sat there thinking about it for a moment. "As a matter of fact," I said grinning. She had twin tiny little moles, not even that really, maybe they were mere freckles, but there were two of them just a millimeter apart from one another right next to her areola. I guess if I got close enough to look at them, I'd remember seeing them again. But like I already said, not sure I'd dare run around asking to see women's tits just so I could see if they had those particular little marks on them or not."

"Might be fun," Mike grinned, "though you're probably right, you'd probably get yourself locked up in a hurry should you even attempt to do anything like that." Mike paused for a moment thinking. "There might be another way though, but we need to hurry if we're going to try and do this."

"What?" I asked curiously.

"Well, if you've had enough, let's get dressed and get out of here as fast as we can, and get back to the parking lot. I have an idea!"

We did indeed hurry to dress, and stood waiting only a few minutes later for the next available limousine ride back to the parking area where we'd left our car.

As we rode back, Mike told me what he had in mind.

"Well for starters, there's no way of knowing if that's the only parking area they're picking everyone up from," I told him. "And secondly, she may have already left before we did even if she did leave her car here. And speak about looking for titties in a haystack! Easier said than done, even that!" I grinned trying to imagine what that might actually look like while doing it.

"Yeah, that might indeed be interesting at that. But I seriously doubt it that she left before we did, we didn't shower for one, and most everyone else was doing that before leaving. And I'm willing to bet she did. But even if she didn't, even if she just went back and got dressed, maybe she's with a friend too..."

"Yeah, maybe even a boyfriend. Maybe he was with us on our side of the room," I said pessimistically.

"I doubt that, but even then, we'll get there ahead of her, that much I'm fairly confident of. All we need to do is sit, wait, and watch as some of the other limos arrive. As they do, we'll keep an eye out for small breasted women getting out of them."

"Oh right. And then what?"

"I don't know exactly, haven't figured that part out yet, but it's worth a shot, see how things go from there."

I shook my head in exasperation and sighed. "Hell, that's going to be like looking for Cinderella, without the fucking shoe even! I don't give us very good odds in doing that! Not to mention the fact, this particular Cinderella might not want to be found either!" I added realizing she had gone there for the anonymity in the first place.

"Well, doesn't hurt to sit and wait, see if anyone even closely looking like it might be her shows up. We can always take it from there if someone like that even does, and just play it by ear after that."

"Great plan," I told Mike.

"Got a better one?"

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We hadn't exactly left early, but we hadn't left late either. It could turn out to be a long night with us waiting, sitting out in the parking lot watching as other limos arrived dropping of their guests. Spotting another turning into the lot only ten minutes after our arrival, I felt the excitement and hopefulness make the thought of waiting this out for a time, worthwhile.

"Damn, not her," I said as Mike and I watched a couple emerge, a man and woman. Mike confirmed it wasn't the girl he thought he remembered seeing for one, and for another, she was obviously well built too.

"Guess that does sort of confirm one thing though, there certainly were a few couples there, so not everyone showing up was alone, or with friends like we were."

A few minutes later another limousine arrived, but this one had two guys in it that got out.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all," I said feeling a little silly. "We could be sitting out here all night at this rate!"

"Give it a little more time," Mike urged. "If she did decide to leave not too long after we did, at least figure in the time for a woman to shower, get dressed, and make herself presentable again before leaving. So let's give it another hour, if we don't see her or anyone else with small boobs, then we'll call it a night and let the carriage turn into a pumpkin again, how's that?"

I laughed, "Funny you should say that," I told Mike. "Remember how I used to call my girlfriends "pumpkin" all the time?"

"Yeah. Which is probably one of the reasons why you're single again, I don't think too many women enjoyed being called pumpkins." I shook my head, though I couldn't help but agreeing with him on the one hand.

"Yeah, well, right now I wouldn't mind calling her that, because I feel an awful lot like Peter, Peter, Pumpkin eater at the moment!"

We were still laughing over our own silliness twenty minutes later when at last another limo pulled into the lot. But this time, a small slender looking dishwater blonde stepped out, along with a much taller brunette with obviously big tits.

Unfortunately, it was too hard to tell especially at this distance, and as she was wearing some sort of a jacket as we both sat there staring at the blonde.

"Well?" I asked Mike hopefully, "What do you think?"

"I don't know...maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Yeah, maybe. Maybe you should get out, walk over and just ask her. We do know she was obviously there, so it's not like she'd get too terribly upset perhaps if you just walked up and said hello or something."

"She might," I told Mike, though my hand was already on the car door opening it. "It was supposed to be anonymous sex you know, so maybe she won't like being approached."

"You won't know until you try," Mike said though he remained seated, as we'd already decided two of us approaching even the two of them might freak them out even more.

I watched as they made their way over to another car a short distance away, walking towards, but not hurriedly, still trying to come up with some reason to approach them, when I remembered something she had said to me in the heat of passion.

"You like my tiny pretty tits?" she had asked. "Do you think they remind you of ice-cream sundaes?"

Just about then, the tall brunette spotted me, giving me a curious, somewhat worried look. I kept walking towards them, but slowed, smiling.

"I'm sorry, I said still a reasonable distance away. "But I had to ask...you wouldn't be the ice-cream girl by any chance would you?" I ventured looking directly towards the blonde now. And though her look was one of puzzlement for a moment, she did offer a brief slight smile.

"Ice cream?" she asked as though that statement had indeed triggered something.

"Yeah, a while ago I enjoyed one of the most beautiful ice-cream sundaes I have ever had, and was just wondering if by some chance, you might have been the girl whose ice-cream sundaes, I put a bit of whip-creamed topping on."

She smiled, and as she did, the brunette relaxed no longer looking like she was about to walk over and spray me with mace or something, especially as I had seen her hand disappear inside her purse. She pulled it out, holding only a pair of keys, but I couldn't help but wonder what it was she'd actually been holding before finding those.

She was still smiling, eyeing me however, which at the moment was a good thing.

"So anyway, was just wondering, you don't happen to have two very cute, very tiny little freckles sitting right next to one another by any chance do you?"

Now she was grinning. "Maybe, but I happen to have several little freckles, it depends on where they are," she said slyly.

I swallowed, it was now or never, but I had a good feeling about it. "Right next to your very lovely looking nipple?" I ventured, and saw her smile even more broadly.

"Ah...so, that was you?" she breathed obviously relaxed, though she just as suddenly lifted the tight black top she was wearing. "And are these the two moles you remembered seeing?" she asked.

Here cute little tits were every bit as lovely, if not more so than I remembered seeing as she cupped them in her hand, allowing me to lean over closer to her and inspect the twin little dots near her nipple.

"Oh yes, I think they are!" I said grinning back. "And I would very much enjoy doing that again too."

This time she frowned, or pouted really, and my heart stopped.

"I am flying out in the morning," she told me then. "I only came here to spend the week with my girlfriend, Samantha," she said only then really introducing her friend to me, who at least was also smiling though she stood with one foot just inside the door, ready to drive away.

I looked at my watch, stupidly perhaps. It was a quarter to twelve, fitting under the circumstances.

"Well damn," I told her. "Perhaps when you come back for a visit again then," I said throwing in the towel, preparing to turn and head back to where Mike was curiously, and I am sure anxiously waiting for me.

"Wait," she said suddenly surprising me. "I can always sleep on the plane!"

I quickly told her about Mike who was waiting for me, and that seemed to please Samantha somewhat as well. They then told me where they were staying, and in which room at their hotel. I quickly made my way back to where Mike was waiting for me.

"Well?" He asked curiously the moment I got in. "Was it her?"

"Yep!" I grinned at him. "And...we've been invited over for some ice-cream."

"Ice cream?"

"Yeah...ice cream. Now...shut up and drive."