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one would see us, but still, the possibility of someone stumbling upon us would add to our thrill. Picture it, Kay…your shoulders against brickwork, your legs wrapped around my waist and me sliding into you. Taking you, making you mine. You’d soon forget to be worried, wouldn’t you? It would feel too damn good—my cock inside you, building you up, making you come. We’d have to be fast to minimize the possibility of being found. Can you imagine the urgency? Your breaths would be hard to catch because of how I was pounding in and out, in and out. You’d feel my hands gripping your bare ass cheeks, my mouth on yours, and your little panties, they’d just be dangling from one foot. You’d like that, Kay, wouldn’t you? All of it. Being taken hard and fast by me, down an alley. I’d like it, a lot. Let’s think about it together. Touch yourself, please, now. Touch yourself, and I’ll take my cock out, holding it while you tell me how it feels for you. Exactly how you’d want me to do it.’
    And that had been exactly what I’d done. One hand on the phone, the other down my knickers as I’d spoken filthy words, exposed a fantasy and made sure I’d taken him with me for the ride.
    This young, unfamiliar man, staring at me now, his wide shoulders filling my peripheral vision and his dynamic, intense energy bouncing off me, had listened to me masturbate while talking about him fucking me in some dark alley. He’d jerked off, too. I’d heard his gasp of pleasure and his long, low sigh of release. It had turned me the hell on.
    A flush traveled up my neck and pinched my cheeks. My heart was galloping. I didn’t know where to look, so I turned away and stared at a radio set into the wall. Its long, coiled wire hung low and cast a curly shadow onto the paisley curtain next to it.
    “What are you thinking?” he asked quietly.
    “Nothing.” I turned my head farther away, looked at the next set of curtains along and wondered if I should draw them.
    “Tell me.” He reached out, set his palm over my cheek, and gently urged me to look up at him.
    “You,” I said. “I was thinking about you. And how we…” The words bunched in my mouth, my tongue felt thick. My mind was a blizzard of memories, thoughts and emotions.
    “How we what?” He moved his fingers a little, stroking my skin.
    “How we, how I…” I shut my eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
    “How we had great phone sex,” he said.
    “Yes.” I flicked my eyes open. “Yes, and damn, I feel so ashamed.”
    He winced and his head jerked as though he’d been slapped by an invisible hand.
    I instantly regretted my word choice. “I’m sorry, not ashamed, just… Shit, I don’t know. You’re not who I pictured was on the other end of the line, that’s all.”
    “But I am gorgeous. You admitted that only a while ago.” The pained expression left his face, and the right side of his mouth twitched into a half smile.
    “Well, I…”
    “And I think you’re gorgeous, more than gorgeous.” The other side of his mouth lifted and he gave me a full-on grin.
    “Don’t be ridiculous, I—”
    “You’re beautiful, intelligent, you have a spirit for adventure that just needs unleashing, and most of all, you’re considerate and caring and real. Kay, we did nothing wrong. We’re two consenting adults who are attracted to each other.” He looked serious again. “Don’t feel ashamed, please. That hurts me.”
    I sighed. “I’m sorry, and yes, I know about the consenting thing, really, I do.”
    “And I knew exactly who I was talking to. There’s no surprise for me. It’s wonderful to finally be here with you. Be able to touch you in the flesh, hear you, see you, smell you.” He tipped forward and breathed in, shutting his eyes for a second as he did so.
    His lashes produced small, fan-shaped shadows under his eyes.
    “It’s a dream come true,” he whispered.
    “But we can’t, it’s too…”
    “I know,” he said, not moving back