‘Sure it has. We’re doing up to forty covers a night, which isn’t bad for a new restaurant. And the patrons seem happy – at least, they keep coming back, and they tell their friends to come, which would suggest that, don’t you think?’
‘Sounds good,’ smiled Venny.
‘The only slight problem I’m having, and it’s so slight it’s hardly worth a mention, is that there’s been a bit of petty pilfering in the kitchens.’
‘Oh?’ Venny frowned. ‘Like what?’
Micky shrugged and glanced off down her body. ‘My blowtorch, the one I use for caramelising, has gone missing. So has one of my knives.’
‘Have you told the police?’
‘Nope.’ Micky looked back at her concerned expression. ‘Hey, don’t get it out of proportion! I haven’t reported it to the police because that seems like an overreaction. Two items, that’s all. It’s possible I might have mislaid them myself somewhere, and I don’t want my perfectly good staff getting jittery by plod walking around the place in their size twelves and accusing them of pinching things.’
Venny’s mouth twisted. ‘I can see your point,’ she admitted.
Micky glanced down with a grin. ‘I can see it too,’ he mocked. His voice dropped to a rough caress that shivered over her skin like the brush of cobwebs. ‘The question is, what are we going to do about it?’
Venny showed him.
Chapter Fourteen
Later Venny and Micky took a walk down to the park, stopping on the way to linger over coffee in a canalside cafe. They sipped the bitter brew and chatted while they sat out on the pavement under a yellow parasol, watching others pass by.
Already, Venny was feeling very excited. After they had showered, Micky had been very insistent about what she should wear for their little outing. He selected a thin crop-cut pale blue top, and a long, loosely cut summer skirt for her. No underwear, though. Venny painted her finger and toenails a pretty frosted pink, and pulled her long heat-frizzed dark blonde hair – which was developing fetching white-blonde streaks as the sun bleached it – up on top of her head in a loose knot. She didn’t bother with makeup. Her skin seemed to have an inner glow today, the glow of very satisfactory sex. Micky was wearing his loosely cut trousers and his Cossack shirt, but with the sleeves rolled up and the neck undone. His jacket he left in her bedroom.
As they walked she could feel moisture welling between her legs; and overlaying the fragrance of the light flowery perfume she wore was a deeper, meatier tang, the animal scent of her sex. Beneath her unsupported breasts she could feel a line of perspiration. Her armpits too were damp, from a mixture of excitement and heat.
In the park the sun was beating down upon people spread-eagled upon the yellow grass, hungrily soaking up the sun’s welcome rays. Older people strolled and chatted. Children clustered around a parked ice-cream van, holding up their thin brown arms to the man inside.
Micky sat down on a wooden park bench beneath the shade of a tree, and when Venny would have sat down beside him he shook his head and held out a hand.
‘Sit on my lap,’ he said, and pulled her down, carefully rearranging her voluminous skirts around her.
A little puzzled but pleased by the intimacy of the gesture, Venny complied, and linked her arms around his neck. Micky kissed her hungrily, nipping her tongue with his teeth, slipping his own tongue into her mouth. Venny felt her senses freefall into dizzy willingness, felt her juices spurt with an answering hunger. But they were in the park, in public. People were passing by just feet away.
‘No one’s interested in a couple kissing in a park,’ said Micky against her lips, as if he had read her mind.
‘No,’ she breathed, thinking that she wanted so much more than to kiss him.
‘Or in a woman sitting on a man’s lap,’ added Micky.
‘No,’ agreed Venny with a quavering sigh. She could feel his hand moving beneath the enveloping folds of her skirt. She moved restlessly on his lap, and realised abruptly that what she could feel beneath her bottom was not the material of her skirt, but of his trousers. When she’d sat down, he had lifted her skirt out of the way. Feeling the powerful surge of his erection trapped beneath the fabric of his trousers but still nudging greedily at her naked pussy, Venny groaned.
‘What are you doing?’ she asked, feeling the surreptitious movements of his hand. Suddenly she heard the whirr of his trouser zip coming down. His hand nudged warmly at her inner thigh. So, to her intense pleasure, did his freshly released, extremely horny and totally naked penis.
‘Fucking you,’ murmured Micky, lifting her a little so that he could get his cock exactly where he wanted it. It pushed energetically up against her soaking slit.
‘But people will see,’ pointed out Venny, scandalised and delighted all at once. She looked around nervously as he tried to prod his cock into the hole that so longed for it.
‘No they won’t. That’s why I told you to wear this skirt. It covers everything.’ Micky found her and lunged upwards.
‘Oh,’ moaned Venny, clinging to his neck as he pushed right up inside her. The worst of it was, she couldn’t react as she wanted to. She couldn’t scream, or claw at him, or pump him as she desperately wanted to do. She had to sit here, outwardly decorous, just a woman sitting on her boyfriend’s lap in the park, while Micky Quinn had his hugely erect cock buried right up inside her.
A couple passed by, glancing their way. ‘See?’ Micky said, his voice shaking a little with the effort of control. ‘They don’t realise we’re fucking right in front of them.’
Venny looked around. She was painfully aware that under the revealingly thin top her nipples were very erect. And, like Micky, she was finding it hard not to gasp out loud or to push with her hips. He was right, though. The couple passed straight by, obviously suspecting nothing. But there was a young man with a tumble of long corn-gold hair sprawled on his back on the grass a few yards away. He wore very faded denim jeans, and he’d taken his shirt off and was using it as a pillow. His torso was very tanned and well muscled. He was watching them, using his hand to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun.
‘He knows we’re fucking,’ said Venny, indicating the watching man with a nod of her head.
Micky looked over with interest at the Viking-like young man.
‘So he does,’ he drawled, and Venny felt appalled as he pulled down the low-cut front of her top so that one of her heavy, naked breasts spilled out. There was no one else passing for the moment, but the young man saw this unexpected treat and turned with interest towards the copulating couple under the trees, propping himself up on one elbow as he did so.
‘Micky!’ she complained mildly, but the glinting interest in the young man’s eyes and the way that Micky was now kneading her exposed breast silenced her protests. How could she protest, really? She was loving this. She had Micky’s cock up her, and another handsome man was watching her and clearly – she could tell this from the unruly bulge he sported at the crotch of his jeans – wishing he could join in the fun.
As more people approached, walking along the nearby pathway, Micky deftly popped her tit back beneath the top. The young man briefly passed a hand down to his crotch, pressing to ease the ache there, then he eagerly returned his attention to Micky and Venny.
‘God, I want you to move,’ panted Venny as Micky’s cock twitched and swelled hectically inside her. Her juices must be wetting the front of his trousers, she thought, and didn’t care. She didn’t even care, right this minute, if anyone did see what they were doing. A most unVenny-like recklessness was taking her over. As the people moved on, she looked the watching blond hunk in the eye and lifted the top herself with both hands, exposing first her belly and then her weighty, big-nippled and very clearly aroused tits for the young man’s inspection. She held the top above the full upper curves of her breasts and let him look. And she was delighted to see how his penis leaped and waggled at the front of his jeans. She felt wonderfully powerful as she beheld the discomfort
his erection caused him.
‘Oh, look,’ said Micky by her ear. ‘He’s got a stiffy.’
‘Are you surprised?’ gasped Venny. ‘Oh, can’t you push a little?’ she pleaded.
‘If I push at all, I’ll come,’ warned Micky. He glanced down at her naked frontage. ‘Your tits look pale in this light,’ he noticed. ‘Like big white meringues with two marrons glacés stuck on.’
‘Good enough to eat?’ teased Venny, feeling that this was delicious, but a torment too.
‘Mm,’ said Micky. He glanced at the watching man. ‘Look. He’s coming over.’
‘Should I cover these up?’ asked Venny, although she didn’t want to. No one else but the man was close enough to see her semi-nudity now. She watched him get up, snatch up his shirt and walk towards them.
‘No, don’t,’ said Micky. ‘Let him look. It’s turning me on like crazy.’
Venny was more than content to let this handsome blond Viking look at her nude breasts. As he drew closer, staring avidly at the big globes, she swung them a little, letting him see how ripe they were, how full and inviting.
‘Hi,’ he said huskily as he reached their bench.
Micky gave him a friendly grin. ‘Hi. Want to join us?’ he asked.
The young man’s eyes were still glued to Venny’s naked glory. Demurely, she now allowed the top to fall back into place.
‘Oh wow, don’t cover them up,’ he said in a strong Australian accent. ‘Such gorgeous titties should be on show all the time.’
‘I’d get arrested,’ quipped Venny, but with a quick glance to either side of them she obligingly lifted the top up above her breasts once again.
‘Ha! If you did, the cops’d only fuck you in the back of their patrol car on the way down the station.’
Micky saw some more people coming along the path; so did Venny. Regretfully, she dropped the top to conceal her boobs again.
‘If you stand in front of us,’ suggested Micky, ‘no one could see what we’re doing at all.’
‘Right.’ The blond man, sweat from the sun’s heat rolling down his hairless and muscular torso until it dampened the low-slung waistband of his jeans, moved so that he stood right in front of the entangled couple. Venny watched as if hypnotised as a bead of sweat ran slowly into his navel and then on down into the sprinkling of pale-gold hairs that feathered down under the front of his hipster jeans.
‘Good, that’s better,’ approved Micky, allowing himself the luxury of one deep, delicious thrust up into Venny’s wet depths.
‘You in her?’ asked the Viking interestedly.
‘Mm.’ Micky lifted Venny’s skirt where it rested against the open front of his trousers. ‘Have a look.’
As casually as if Micky had offered him a drink in a pub, the blond man leaned forwards and looked at Venny’s naked thighs, resting slightly open across Micky’s lap. As he peered closer, he could see the stem of Micky’s cock pushing up into her slippy-wet vulva.
‘She feel good?’ he asked.
‘Magnificent,’ sighed Micky, and gave another, unstoppable thrust. Venny let out a little shriek of enjoyment.
‘She looks wet,’ said the Viking.
‘Oh, she’s wet all right. Feel.’
Eagerly the Viking reached down one big calloused hand and eased his fingers between her swollen lips.
‘Juicy,’ he said admiringly, dipping his fingers in her moistness and then lifting his hand to his mouth. He sucked the slickness from his fingers like a gastronome slowly relishing a superb dish. ‘Nice and wet. Want to see my dangler now, girl? Only I have to tell you, it’s not dangling at the moment, it’s sticking up as ready for a fuck as a stallion’s prick on mating day.’
‘I can see it already,’ said Venny, realising all at once and with a little thrill of excitement that she could. The maroon-coloured glans of his agitated cock was displaying itself just over the low waistband of his jeans. Its eye was open, and wetness oozed there. On impulse Venny darted her head forwards and stuck her tongue into the inviting little slit, returning his compliment.
‘Oh, wow,’ he breathed, his compact belly sinking in with the breath. With renewed eagerness he unbuttoned the fly on his jeans to give her better access to his rampant penis.
Venny gazed at the revealed column of male flesh with open admiration. The tip glowed as red as a ruby, but the shaft was quite pale – strikingly pale, like the band of white skin around his hips where he obviously wore bathing briefs. But it was pleasantly thick, and not too long for sucking. His pubic curls were white-blond, like the down on a baby’s head. Enraptured, Venny set her lips to the childish curls, darting her tongue into the crinkly depths until she found the twin mounds of his balls in their protective sac of hairy skin. Sucking vigorously, she took one ball into her mouth. When the Viking gave voice to rapturous sounds and caught at her hair to keep her doing just that for as long as possible, she attended to his other ball too.
Venny then discovered that by leaning over to apply her mouth to the Viking’s erect phallus, she could more thoroughly enjoy the sensation of Micky’s cock, which was still lodged in her pussy. She could move more freely now, and push her hips up and down so that her juices merged with Micky’s and created wet sounds of love.
Above them in the trees, birds sang; pigeons cooed and mated with flapping wings and frantic sounds. It seemed incredibly wicked but very stimulating to Venny that no one in the park knew that she was here on the bench servicing two men at once. And it was so sexy, doing this in the open air, with the breeze whispering over her face and arms and probing around her uncovered pubes.
Hungrily she fastened her lips around the hot shaft of the Viking’s naked penis, sliding her head slowly up and down to stimulate him. She heard him groan, and quickly grasped the base of the big twitching organ to slow him down. Then she started the leisurely movements of her head once again, caressing his shaft with her lips, then fluttering her tongue against its heated surface in a series of butterfly caresses. The Viking threw his head back and groaned. His cock seemed to swell to new heights. Venny moved her mouth up to his come-sticky glans, enclosing the shaft with her hand so that she could continue rubbing him. Carefully she took the top of his rod into her mouth, slipping it deep but controlling the depth with her encircling hand.
Falling into a seductive rhythm on the Viking’s cock, she was then able to attend to her own satisfaction, and to Micky’s; she plunged her hips up and down on Micky’s lap, milking his rigid penis until he quickly lost control. She felt his wild pumping inside her as his seed spurted, and she groaned with pleasure as he bit down quite hard on her shoulder to stifle his cries of delight.
The Viking was only a little way behind Micky, clutching at her head as her mouth sucked him voraciously now, urging him on towards his goal. With a wild cry that made a few heads turn across the park, the Viking came, spilling salty juices into Venny’s mouth. She swallowed quickly and then, when he was done, slipped her mouth off the end of his prick and gave his glans one last hungry lick. Her head went back as she swept her tongue around her lips to savour the taste of cock. She smiled up at the panting Viking.
‘Good?’ she asked.
‘Great,’ he said, awestruck at his own unexpected luck. He glanced down at his drained and drooping penis, and as if suddenly coming back to himself, he tucked it almost pruriently back into his jeans, and buttoned them up. ‘Thanks,’ he said bashfully.
‘That’s OK,’ said Venny sweetly, and Micky chuckled as the Viking quickly walked away and out of the park. Able to concentrate more fully upon her lover now, Venny put her arms around Micky’s neck and kissed him warmly. The Viking’s salty come was still on her lips. Micky licked them lasciviously, and their kisses deepened and grew passionate while he hardened again inside her.
This time the pleasure was Venny’s; Micky was careful to caress her clit beneath the folds of her skirt with one hand while he held her up a little with the other. By doing this, he could move inside her to their
mutual satisfaction, and the intensity of their orgasms shook them both.
Panting, gasping, wrapped together on the bench, a warm feeling of familiarity and closeness enveloped them both. At last Venny was able to say the words she’d been longing to say all day.
‘I’m sorry you had to sell the hut,’ she murmured against his spiky dark hair. ‘I know how much you loved it, and I blame myself.’
Micky looked at her in surprise. ‘Well, don’t,’ he said huskily as his cock once again diminished inside her.
‘But I do,’ Venny fretted.
‘No really, don’t.’ Micky looked at her quite seriously. ‘What you obviously haven’t been told is that Caspar bought it off me.’
Venny drew her head back and stared at him in surprise. ‘No, I didn’t know that.’
‘Well, he did. So I’ve still got the use of it more or less whenever I want. Caspar’s such a workaholic that he hardly ever goes down there.’
‘Oh.’ Venny smiled with relief. ‘I’m so pleased.’
‘Yeah, well, since we’re spilling secrets, there’s one I’ve got that might not please you. But I think it’s fair you know.’
Venny nodded complacently. Nothing would seriously discountenance her at this moment. She had Micky’s penis wilting inside her, his arms around her, he was back in her life and he had not lost the hut. Nothing else mattered. Well, not much else. Except of course the Blue Ribbon.
‘Go ahead then,’ she said jovially. ‘Shock me.’
And Micky did.
‘Did you realise,’ said Venny to Jamie when she arrived at his studio in Shepherd’s Bush two days later, ‘that Dani has not only been fucking both Flora and Caspar? She’s also been balling Micky.’
‘What, Caspar’s brother Micky? The chef with the place just round the corner from here?’ Jamie looked suitably perturbed by her news.
‘The very same.’ Venny wondered why she felt so angry about that – and still so shocked.
She had been so shocked in fact that she had told Micky that she needed time to take his confession in, to think it over. To come to terms with it. She knew very well that Dani would fuck anything with a dick, and of course Dani had had a perfectly good excuse for muscling in on Venny’s man.
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