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furrowed. “I was an adult when they married for Christ’s sake!”
    “It doesn’t matter Ian, people don’t care about those kinds of details.” I told him.
    “Since when do you care about what other people care about? You’ve never given a single fuck about what people think of you. You’re scared because you felt it too.”
    I couldn’t form any words. He wasn’t going to stop arguing with me. I stepped toward him, pressed my breasts against his chest and brought my lips close to his, my hands holding the lapels of his coat.
    “Since when do you fuck with feelings?” I asked him menacingly, not meeting his eyes.
    I touched the tip of my tongue to his lip, his warm breath slowly flowing over me, I wrapped my arms around his neck while up on my tip toes and closed my mouth on his. His hands came up immediately to caress me and hold me against him, I bit his lower lip, and let it slip from between my lips slowly while I slid one hand down and grabbed his dick firmly in my hand. He hardened swiftly in my grasp and I yanked his jacket open and undid his jeans before tugging them down. He sprung free easily and I gripped him hard, tugging on him and kissing him again, he let out a growl as he grasped my shoulders and spun me around. My breath was billowing out in clouds before me as he pulled my sweats and thermals down, just to the top of my thighs.
    It began to snow as I braced one of my arms on the tree truck and yanked my glove off of my other hand with my teeth. I let it fall to the ground and looked back at Ian while I licked my fingers and dragged them along my pussy , but it was already moistened by the sight of him.  His hands were resting on my hips and I backed up until I found him, and then eagerly stuffed him inside of me, he let out a small hiss as I started to move against him.
    “You like that?” I cooed at him.
    “Yes, oh my God you feel so good baby.” He said.
    I wrapped his scarf around my free hand, still bracing myself against the tree and pulled it taut. My ass was frozen but I didn’t care, I wa s determined to make this quick, I was still looking back at him while I rode him. I lifted and curled my tailbone and I slid back and forth on the length of him, I knew it felt good, and I knew the freezing air was only going to help me.
    “Yeah? Nice hot pussy feels good outside doesn’t it baby?” I asked, sweetly patronizing him.
    “Yes.” He ground out.
    I clenched my muscles around hard cock and he moaned, his fingers dug into my hips and he met me thrust for thrust. I felt myself close to coming but I refused to give him the satisfaction, I released his scarf and grasped the tree with both of my hands, I held myself back by squeezing him with every ounce of resistance it took to keep myself from coming. It didn’t take him long and as soon as I felt him twitching I pulled away and let him fall out of me as I stepped to the side and pulled my pants up. He stared at me incredulously; I turned on my heel and started back toward the trail.
    “I’m leaving.” I told him. “This is the end of this. Don’t follow me to the airport.”

Chastity’s story continues…

     
    I ran across the wet pavement as the orange hand flashed at me, my boots thumping, and the peppermint latte’s sloshing in the Starbucks cups as I held the drink carrier in one hand.
    “Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip.” I chanted as I hurried along, swinging my unruly purse higher on my shoulder as I did so.
    I hopped up onto the sidewalk just as the light turned and the first cars began to cross the road, the sun was just coming up in muted orange and pink against the partially cloudy sky.
    “Didn’t trip.” I laughed at myself, smiling at the receptionist as I pulled the heavy glass door of the building before me open.
    “Hey Chaste.” The receptionist, Alma said as I entered in a swirl of chilly air.
    “Hey doll.” I smiled at her, and sat one of the Latte’s on the desk as I crossed the