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  'Were you with him today?' Annette demanded, her eyebrows drawn into a frown.

  Despite herself, Tanya blushed. She had been determined to take the inevitable interrogation in her stride, but Annette was too insightful, and too damn incisive. There was no point trying to deny it now: her rebellious blush reaction had given her away.

  'He wanted to go out.' She shrugged, as if trying to shuck the embarrassment off her shoulders. 'To have a proper date.'

  Annette placed her face in one hand, her cheek and most of her eye obscured.

  'Jesus, Legs. That sounds serious. What are you doing?'

  'I'm just lonely, sweetie. He's a nice guy. I like hanging out with him.'

  But Annette studied her, peeking through splayed fingers with one of her eyes. Tanya felt like her sister could see right into her innermost thoughts... and that was a horrific notion, because she couldn't stop thinking about what happened after they left the cafe.

  The quickest way home was a risk, but Tanya was desperate to have Andy inside her. Her fingertips rolled against each other, recalling the soft, smooth texture of the skin of his cock, its delicious contrast with the bone-like hardness of the erection it encased. She was aware of being wet as they exited the cafe.

  'Through town?' she suggested. The walk back via the riverside would take over an hour: there was no way she could stand to wait that long for him. Her heart was tripping over itself already. She could taste him in her mouth, his delicious saltiness that drove her wild.

  They walked along the narrow lane, chatting in their usual manner, making each other laugh. Andy had a big smile on his face. She recognised it as her smile, the one he only ever seemed to ignite when he was talking directly to her. It was a great smile: open, innocent, full of... affection. She was only going to think of it as affection. There was no way she was going to start analysing this thing any further than she absolutely needed to: it was already complicated enough. From some of the things Andy said his friend Ade had been saying, she had a pretty good idea of how he was feeling. It was worrying. But she needed to put the worry off for another day and enjoy what they had right now.

  They strolled into town like that, close like friends, but not as close as lovers. Tanya wished she could hold his hand or lace her arm through his arm, feel like she was his girl. Perhaps for the first time, she realised what she was feeling was pain. This thing hurt.

  'Are you ok, Tanya?' Andy asked, his voice full of concern.

  She swallowed, hard, not wanting to talk about it, not wanting to think about it. Where the hell are we going? she wondered. And who's going to get hurt?

  And that was when she spotted him. They were on one of Maybury's main shopping streets, Commercial Street. It was a crazy, impulsive decision that had brought them there, so exposed, right in the middle of hundreds of people heading to and fro. This, she realised, was exactly the kind of behaviour that was going to get them caught. Taking undue risks, being tempted to show themselves together out and about in public places. It was stupid, unnecessary. And right there, coming in their direction, was Tanya's head of department, Professor Ian Kane.

  'Andy,' she warned, her tone full of alarm.

  But Andy had spotted him at almost the same moment.

  'I'll hang back,' he suggested, 'pretend we haven't seen each other.'

  Tanya hated that plan. She grabbed his arm and pulled him into the nearest shop. It was the Mayburytique, one of the most popular women's clothing outlets in town. Tanya breathed a sigh of relief. There was no way Ian was coming shopping in here.

  'You didn't like my plan,' Andy noted with a wry grin. Tanya's heart jumped at the sight: he had the sexiest smile she had ever seen. And the best thing about it? He had no idea!

  'It was a terrible plan.'

  'Yeah, you know what else was a terrible plan?' he said, looking back out the window in alarm. 'Coming in here. Professor Kane is heading right this way.'

  Tanya couldn't believe it. Mayburytique should have been the perfect place to hide from Ian. What the hell? Please, God, don't let him be a cross-dresser. She couldn't imagine how she would cope with that knowledge. Then again, she couldn't imagine how she would cope with Ian knowing she was sleeping with one of her students. It was awful!

  'Come on!' she demanded, pulling Andy further into the shop.

  They hurried along lines of racks, on which unoccupied clothes sat waiting to be bought or tried on. They ignored first one, and then another, keen sales assistant in their smart black outfits. Tanya led him with no real sense of purpose or direction. She just wanted to get away from the door, so that they wouldn't be seen the minute her boss walked in. Her heart was thumping with alarm. What had been shaping up as a lovely day was now turning into a nightmare of epic proportions. And, even worse, if she was about to be caught, she was going to have to own up to everything to her sister at dinner later. Oh, hell, she thought, with a rising sense of alarm. I'm never going to be able to hide this from Annette. She can read me like a book.

  'What's he doing?' Andy said in a low voice.

  'I don't…'

  She paused. From behind a high rack of blouses, they could see Ian wandering around like a lost soul. He wasn't shopping, Tanya realised: he was looking for someone.

  'Oh, shit,' she cursed. 'He must have seen us.'

  'He's bound to come up this way,' Andy pointed out.

  Tanya looked around in panic, as if there might somehow miraculously appear a second exit that had never existed all the dozens of times she had been in this shop before. And then she had it.

  'Fitting rooms!'

  Grabbing Andy by the hand again, she hurried to the back of the shop and the entrance to the fitting rooms. Luckily, it wasn't a Saturday. From past experience, Tanya knew that one of the shop assistants generally hung around out there on Saturdays, helping people with their selections.

  None of the cubicles was occupied at that point, so they hurried into one at random and swung the door shut, sliding the lock into place. Tanya let her forehead rest on the door, breathing heavily.

  'I thought you were a hill runner,' Andy said quietly, his usual teasing tone returning easily to his voice. 'You're out of breath running twenty feet.'

  'Don't mind me,' she replied, not even taking her forehead off the cool surface of the door. 'I'm just having a heart attack here.'

  She jerked at the sudden contact as Andy's hand settled on the small of her back. After the fright, the panic, and now the relief of finding a hiding place, her senses were heightened far beyond the norm. Her body remembered its arousal from earlier, and her hips moved of their own accord. Oh, Lordy, she thought. In here?

  Andy's hand moved across her lower back. He was suddenly very close to her. She was intensely aware of his bulk right at her hip.

  'What was that thing you were saying in the cafe?' he asked, his voice bent into a grin. 'I think you wanted me to do something.'

  Tanya's eyes closed. She had one hand on the door in front of her. The other hand, she placed behind her, on his thigh. She felt him squirm a little in response: he was obviously in the same state as she was herself. In this enclosed little cubicle, her arousal built rapidly.

  'I think you should go ahead and do that thing,' she murmured.

  Her palm skated around Andy's upper thigh, amazed as always by the tautness of his muscles. Andy's hand moved up her back. He stepped away from her hand, positioning himself directly behind her. Tanya gasped as she felt him push his groin against her butt. His bulge felt huge against her skirt: she yearned to have him enter her. Andy's hands ran up her back, and she heard him make a little sound in the back of his throat: he was clearly very horny. Tanya put her other hand and forearm on the door, so that she was braced against it evenly. She pushed back at him, moving her hips up and down, side to side, encouraging his arousal. He made the sound again. One of his hands reached the back of her neck, sending thrills of pleasure through her: she loved him touching her neck. His hands were so strong but so gent
le at the same time: when he touched her neck, she felt thrillingly vulnerable, utterly in his power. Tanya's eyes rolled up in her head. All of these sensations and thoughts were digging out some deeply-buried fantasies.

  She felt Andy bending at the waist, leaning in closer to her. He moved a silken sheet of her hair away from the side of her face and brought his mouth up beside her. His breath was hot on the back of her ear.

  'I'm going to fuck you,' he whispered. 'Right here in the shop.'

  A thrill ran right down her spine. She felt so dirty. She was desperate to have Andy inside her, right there and then.

  'Tell me,' she whispered in response.

  'I'm going to fuck you,' he repeated.

  'More,' she demanded, rubbing her buttocks against the straining bulge in his jeans.

  Andy slowly licked the outer rim of her ear, letting his breath tickle the inside.

  'I'm going to pull your skirt up,' he said quietly. 'Then I'm going to take my cock out and stick it in your pussy. And I'm going to plough you till you pull that fucking door off its hinges.'

  Tanya whimpered. It was all so close to one of her fantasies. She almost daren't breathe in case she broke the spell. Andy ran his hands up her arms, kissing her behind the ear at the same time. He brought one hand around in front of her, taking one of her breasts in his palm, squeezing it. His hot, moist tongue described tiny circles on the side of her neck, making her imagine other things he could be doing with it.

  'You are so hot,' he told her, grinding into her from behind.

  Andy's fingers danced their way down her sides. Under other circumstances, it would have been ticklish, but she was far too horny for that. She sucked air between her teeth when his fingers swept down the sides of her hips.

  'Oh fuck, yes!' she breathed. 'Do it!'

  Andy hooked his fingers under the hem of her skirt. He paused for a second, teasing her, then he raised it up. To have her flanks exposed to the air like this in a public place felt incredibly naughty, incredibly filthy.

  'Keep talking,' she begged.

  'You want me to put my cock in your pussy?' he asked, his tone mocking, dismissive.

  At some level, Tanya found she was impressed by his ability to slot into the role she was giving him. But every other level of her consciousness was simply desperate for him to slot into her.

  'I might do that,' he suggested, playing with her buttocks, caressing and squeezing them in turn. His fingers kneaded the firm round muscles she had toned up through years of running up hills. She knew he found her bottom extremely sexy: it was one of the reasons she had worn this skirt.

  'But first...'

  Suddenly, he was no longer pressing against her, no longer in contact. She almost yelled at the loss of pressure. Briefly, she couldn't interpret the sound his movements made, but then she realised he was on his knees behind her.

  'But first,' he went on. 'I'm going to lick your pussy. I'm going to make you come right here in the shop and I'm going to put my tongue inside you.'

  No sooner had he said it than he began kissing the back of her thigh, exposed above her stocking-top. His lips were soft and gentle, and his tongue left a cooling trail of saliva as he moved around the inside of her thigh. He reached up for her hips with his hands, pulling her lower body a little further from the door, crooking her more at the waist. Andy used his teeth to pull her thong out of the way, then he laid a big kiss on her vulva and began licking her lips with long, wet strokes. His lips closed around her labia, sucking them and nibbling gently. His saliva mingled with her own fluids, making her slick.

  Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! she thought, straining with every fibre of her being to remain quiet in the face of this assault on her senses. She daren't make a sound, but she barely had any control over herself. How could she avoid crying out when he was giving her such intense pleasure? Andy lapped at her from behind, sending waves of excitement through her. Tanya had never received head in this position before, and it felt deliciously wicked. She was so exposed, utterly at the mercy of Andy's probing tongue. His fingers gently stretched her labia open, then he inserted his tongue as far as it would go. The very tip of his tongue began wiggling up and down, round and round. Then he began licking her rhythmically, gradually building speed. One of his fingers slotted into her, then began poking her in a counter-rhythm to his tongue. The panic, the hiding, the forced quiet, the newness of what he was doing, the naughtiness, the erotic sensations… all of it together was building and building, taking Tanya with it towards a blazing orgasm.

  'Fuck,' she breathed. It was impossible to stay quiet; she must stay quiet. 'Fuck,' she whispered again. Despite all her efforts, her voice started to make little squealing sounds.

  She was losing her sense of herself, drowning in sensation. Tongue swiping, finger fucking, lips nibbling, tongue swiping, finger fucking, lips nibbling… so wet, so hot… Tanya's eyes fluttered shut once again and she came spectacularly, her entire body shuddering and quaking, a long, low, eldritch moan vibrating in her throat. Her nails tried to dig into the smooth surface of the cubicle door, but there was no purchase. She moved away from his attentions, unable to bear anymore, her thighs squeezing together of their own accord.

  'Andy!' she gasped.

  Andy gave her a last, lingering kiss, then stood up behind her. She heard him unfastening his belt and jeans.

  Tanya was shaking, her body still trying to cope with the endorphins flooding through her system. She couldn't focus; she couldn't think. All she knew was that that was one of the most intense and insane orgasms she had ever experienced.

  Andy put his arms round her waist, hugging her. She was very aware of his erection, jammed vertically against her butt. He kissed the side of her face, whispering to her as he did.

  'Now that your cunt is nice and wet for me, I'm going to nail you right here in this fitting room. You'll have to walk out of this shop with my cum dripping out of you.'

  To hear him talking like this was driving her wild. She knew Andy as a nice guy, a decent guy, definitely not the sort to cheat on his girlfriend or have an affair with a married woman. Everything that was happening between them was showing her there were other sides to his personality: fascinating ones, too. But she had never, ever heard him talk like this. She loved it.

  There was a noise outside their cubicle. A moment later, she realised it was the sound of someone else coming into the fitting rooms. She froze, almost not daring to breathe. She could tell Andy was listening, too. They just stood there, waiting to find out if they had been caught on some internal security system and were about to be confronted by the shop manager. What a mortifying experience that would be! But then a cubicle door closed and the lock snapped into place. Tanya sagged with relief, only then realising how she had been raised up on tenterhooks. She heard a voice carrying strongly from outside of the fitting rooms. It was a voice she recognised.

  'I found the blue one in your size as well, Miriam.'

  'I'll try it in a minute,' a woman answered from within the fitting room.

  Tanya felt like giggling. Professor Kane was here with his wife. And his wife was trying on clothes in a cubicle just a few feet away from where Tanya's secret lover was holding her from behind, wriggling his stiff cock against her buttocks.

  'Now you're going to have to be really quiet,' Andy whispered wickedly. 'I'm going to fuck you in here and your boss is standing just out there.'

  Tanya went very still. It was sometimes almost scary how well Andy could read her moods and understand what she wanted. His lips met her neck, warm and sensuous, incongruously gentle in light of what he had just said. The contrast was thrilling, though: the situation was unpredictable and intoxicating.

  Andy slid his cock up and down the valley between her tight buttocks, then moved away slightly. Tanya felt it nudging between her legs, the length of it poised along her swollen vulva. Andy's hands were on her hips, steering her to rock slightly, back and forth, side to side. Knowing that Miriam Kane was just
in the next cubicle, and that her husband was right outside the changing area, Tanya bit her lip to keep quiet, tortured by the feel of Andy's shaft against her most intimate parts. He eased her thighs apart a little and positioned himself right at the mouth of her vagina, where he paused for a long, tense moment.

  Tanya grabbed hold of one of his hands and squeezed it hard, communicating her desperate desire to him. It was what he had been waiting for. With a long, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself in her, all the way to the hilt. She gasped at the shock of entry, practically climaxing again in the single movement. Andy began sliding in and out of her, holding her waist with his big, powerful hands. His erection felt immense inside her, achingly hard. So strong, she kept thinking, amazed by the power in his hands and in his long strokes. He had never been like this with her before. She wondered if it was something to do with getting out of the house or if he was being seduced by the eroticism of sex in a public place, too. Normally, he tended to let her take charge: which was nice, in its own way, but this...

  Tanya was beginning to plateau again. She was so lost in her trance that she gasped loudly when he pulled out entirely. Nnooooooo!!! her body screamed.

  Andy spun her around and caught her up in a passionate kiss. She could taste her own juices off his lips. His tongue was active, fencing with hers, teasing her lip. It was evident from the way he was behaving that Andy was at fever pitch. She was amazed he had managed to pull out of her at all. But then she saw what he had in mind and her pelvic muscles twitched in a mixture of alarm and excitement.

  Andy still had his jeans hitched around his hips, although they were open, gaping apart like wings poised for flight. He took hold of the buckle of his belt and whipped it out of the loops in a single motion. He was watching her eyes, a dark smile on his face. He caught hold of her hands, wrapping the belt round one wrist and then the other, so that they were cinched together. He pulled the free end through the buckle, securing her with a final tug that made her jump and squeak. Oh, fuck, yes, she thought, barely daring to think of how this was going to play out.