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smile, and then…
    Fuck me, she was on her knees and my cock was in her mouth.
    “Jesus!” I all but screamed. “Charlie! What the fuck?”
    Oh, fuck yeah. That’s what the fuck.
    The wharf was forgotten. The beach and the row of houses across the road gone. The carpark not more than ten metres away and the possibility of late night park-ups watching through their own steamed up windscreens disappeared, as the most magnificent woman I had ever met sucked and licked my dick as she fondled my balls.
    Holy fucking shit was right.
    I forced myself to watch. Christ, if I was getting a public blow-job I sure as hell wouldn’t be the only one to miss seeing it. Her eyes latched onto mine as her lips, spread wide by my cock, slid up and down my length. It fucking gleamed in the moonlight. Spittle shining like fairy fucking dust; magical and such a freaking turn on.
    She hummed when I moaned. Her hand at the base of my cock sliding up in a tight squeeze that almost sent me shooting to the stars. And then with a twist of her wrist, a bob of her head, I hit the back of her throat without warning.
    I blame the sudden change of position and that freaky little unexpected spin through her hot palm for what happened next.
    My hands came out, unclasping from their desperate clutch of the railing at my sides, and tangled in the long strands of her hair. Fingers wrapped up in strips of honey and gold, ruby lips taking my very soul. She moved her own hands to my thighs, gripped tightly, dug her fingernails into my leathers, no doubt leaving marks there just as she was somehow leaving marks on more of me than my skin, my flesh, my body.
    I groaned. She hummed; the vibration sparking a tightening in my balls.
    And then she took me deep. Deeper than before. So fucking deep I felt beyond the back of her throat; it was her fucking tonsils I could feel massaging me for all I could tell, and I took it. What she offered. On the wharf at Maraetai Beach where any late night prick walking their dog could happen upon us and watch.
    Maybe that’s what made this whole experience extraordinary. I’ve had my fair share of public fornicating fun in the past; youth and booze mainly the sidekicks. And I remember them being good, special. So it had to be that. Because I only met this woman today. This morning. And tonight she was on her knees before me, sucking my cock, letting me fuck her mouth, humming as though it was me giving her something to be fucking ecstatic about.
    And I wanted more. Not just more of this moment. Not more titillation and exhibition and what was turning out to be the best oncoming orgasm of my life.
    But more of her.
    One day. One day Charlie had been in my life and I had the disconcerting feeling she’d altered it forever.
    One fucking day.
    I rocked forward one last time. She took me, as though it was her sole goal in life to swallow me whole.
    Fuck. The orgasm blinded me.
    Panting and not just a little fucking dizzy, I looked down at her and felt the wharf tilt on its side. That, or I was about to pass out from lack of blood to the head. She smiled. Licked those fucking spectacular lips. And then smoothly came to her feet in a sensual cat-got-the-cream glide.
    “Race you back,” she whispered. What? I could hardly move.
    “Hey,” I said, before she got too far away. I pushed off from the railing when she spun around on her heels and started walking backwards toward the road. I followed. How could I not? The warm sea air against my damp dick interrupted my puppy dog routine and made me realise I was still flying free. I tucked myself back in and made myself decent.
    Ha! No such fucking luck any more.
    “Is that it?” I asked, communication skills misfiring like so much else this evening it seemed.
    “Hardly,” she said, moving farther away. Then she spun around and started to pick up speed, but I could have sworn I heard her say, “Just getting a head start, stalker.”
    Stalker. I shook my head, a grin forming on my