‘Where are we going?’ I asked in a whisper.
‘Never mind,’ he murmured, taking my hand as we hurried down the steps to the street.
Rather than head left for the car park or right for the city centre, he pulled me into the narrow alleyway that stood between the newspaper offices and the conveniently situated pub next door. It was full of empty kegs and crates, and very little light squeezed into the space, which could just about fit Tom and me side by side.
‘Wha–?’ I started to say, but Tom already had me up against the wall with his hands on my shirt buttons, unfastening them with speedy determination.
‘I’ve been thinking about this all day,’ he said, sighing with pleasure as my uncupped breasts were revealed. ‘Oh, you did. Oh, you good girl. Bad girl. Whatever.’
He squeezed them in eager hands, then bent to nuzzle them, exhaling deeply into the space between the peaks.
I was too taken aback to register much beyond what was happening at first. He had a nipple in his mouth before it occurred to me that people were passing by, mere yards away in the open street, and any one of them might choose to peer into the alleyway at any moment.
‘Tom,’ I gasped. ‘What if we’re seen?’
‘We won’t be. Tell me you’ve been like this all day. You didn’t just pull it down five minutes ago, to meet me?’
‘I’ve been like it all day, I promise.’ I looked sideways, anxiously, but he took my face in his hand and wrenched it back to face him.
‘Don’t worry about them,’ he said, his voice suddenly so commanding – almost harshly so – that I was stunned into compliance. ‘I want your full attention, and I’m going to have it. I’ll take the rap if anyone challenges us. OK?’
‘OK,’ I whispered, rapt and captivated.
‘Good. Now raise your skirt. I want to see if you can do as you’re told.’
The temptation to peek sideways and make sure we were unobserved was almost overwhelming, but I managed to keep my eyes fixed on Tom’s while I raised the hem of my tight skirt slowly up my thighs.
When he saw my tights, pulled down to mid-thigh, he made a growly noise in the back of his throat.
‘Well, I was hoping for stockings, but that’ll do for now,’ he said hoarsely.
‘I don’t wear stockings to work,’ I apologised.
‘You didn’t,’ he corrected, and my fingers slipped on my skirt lining at the implication. ‘You’ve been walking around like that all day? Wasn’t it uncomfortable?’
‘Yes.’
> ‘Good. Higher, then. I’m waiting.’
I had to take care not to tear the silken underskirt, so it took me a little while to bare myself to his satisfaction. Just as my hem reached the very tops of my thighs, I couldn’t resist a swift glance to the alley opening. It was done before I even knew it, but Tom tut-tutted.
‘That’s one minute,’ he said obliquely.
‘One minute?’
‘You’ll see. Ah. Yes.’ My skirt was fully raised now and the concrete wall of the office chilled my bottom. ‘Bare-arsed in a public thoroughfare. You can’t help yourself, can you?’
He pressed himself hard against me, grinding his denim-clad crotch into my unclothed pussy. His mouth clamped on mine for a hot, tongue-thrusting kiss. His fingertips pushed into the soft roundness of my bum cheeks, squeezing and kneading.
I no longer cared about passers-by. I wanted him to rip off my tights and fuck me there and then. It wouldn’t matter if half the population of the city crowded in to watch us. They could take their fill. I needed my fill.
I reached blindly for Tom’s jeans button, but he pushed my hand away and held it fast around the wrist.
‘When I’m ready,’ he said warningly, letting my wrist drop and pushing his fingers between my legs. I clung to him, seeking his mouth again so my own breath could shudder into it while he fingered my swelling clit for all to see.
He cupped my mound, working his fingers into a rhythm, easing them back and forth and over my sensitive bud until my legs shook.
‘Mm,’ he crooned into my ear. ‘Been waiting for it, have you? All day long?’