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"I should go," he said reluctantly. I smiled inwardly. We always seemed to end up playing this game when our paths home diverged, and our goodbye-kiss would invariably turn into a good-bye grope in the grass.

"I suppose you're right," I conceded, just as reluctantly. I nuzzled his throat, right where I knew he liked it. He made a little noise half-way between a whimper and a moan. I grinned and leaned in to kiss him, noting with a certain glee the look of surrender in his eyes. He wasn't going anywhere for at least another few minutes.

"You know there's bedrooms for this kind of thing," a voice interrupted from a few feet away.

We both looked up from our position in the grass. A man in his late thirties was smirking at us. He had wandered a little closer to us while his kids were speeding down the slippery dip.

"Aw, but that's no fun," I joked.

He laughed a little. "You're right, bedrooms aren't any fun. Well, it looks good from over here."

"It looks even better from where I am," my lover snickered as our spectator wandered back to his progeny.

I cuddled up close to him, and inhaled his scent.

"I don't want to let go of you," I said a little petulantly. "I haven't seen you in weeks!"

That was true enough. He'd been on a three-week business trip, and I had missed him.

"Well, okay, I can stay for a few more minutes," he said, and hugged me back. "But I can't hang around too long, my girlfriend's probably starting dinner, and I should help her with it."

I smiled ruefully. He was right. Really, she had been awfully good about the way I had been keeping him away from home in the early evenings. It wasn't really fair for me to be hogging him like this.

Oh well. We continued to kiss, our hands going over each other's bodies. The various parents assembled their broods and headed homewards -- whether it was the display we were giving, or the fact that night was falling, was unclear. I straddled him, my hands sneaking under his shirt. I couldn't resist grinding my crotch against his a little, and he rewarded me with a moan.

"I should go," he said weakly.

"Mmh-hmm," I agreed, my hands dipping into his pants. My fingers closed around his already hard cock. "You're absolutely right. In fact, I probably really shouldn't be stroking your cock like that..." I gently rubbed my hand over his shaft. "And I really shouldn't be kissing your throat..." I nuzzled that happy spot again, making him moan. "And I definitely shouldn't be jerking you off." I quickly slithered down his torso so that his partially exposed cock was at my face level, and ran my tongue over the head of it. I came back up to face him, eyes twinkling evilly.

We moved to a slightly more sheltered spot, though we were still blatantly visible. My fingers went back around his cock. I was aching to wrap my lips around him.

"I should go, it's fucking late," he almost wailed.

I withdrew my hand and rocked back into a sitting position.

"I can stop, if you like," I offered. "We could go home right now."

Our eyes met.

"Aw, what the fuck, go for it," he said. I had to grin. I had known his willpower would give out.

I loosened the drawstring of his pants, and pulled them down a little, freeing his cock. It pulsed in expectation as I held it in my hand. Waste not, want not, I thought, and wet my lips. This was not the time to draw it out. I took the head of his cock in my mouth, and swirled my tongue around him. He groaned, and I took as much of him into my mouth as I could. With my hand around the base of his cock and my tongue flat along the bottom of his shaft, I bobbed my head up and down, swiveling as I went, my tongue swirling around the length of him. Within moments, he was gasping and moaning, and only briefly able to say, "Fuck, you're good at this," before giving another groan. I once again wished I could prolong it. But no. He had places to be, and I was a considerate lover, damn it.

Bearing that in mind, I started working to get him to orgasm straight away. I sucked and I bobbed and I swiveled, running my tongue all over his cock, with my hands around his base and stroking him behind his balls. He wasn't far off. I could feel his cock tensing and flexing in my mouth, ready to pump out the cum. I love that feeling. I kept sucking and bobbing and swiveling. "Oh God, yes, yes, yes!!!" I went harder, and felt him spurt his hot cum into my mouth. I kept sucking, and he pumped out another spurt. I swallowed the load, and gently licked his cock for any bits I might have missed. He started moaning and breathing heavily again as I licked him clean, but I knew he was spent. I might have been able to get him to spurt one more time, but I had missed my window, I had paused too long. Damn. Oh well. He still looked pretty orgasm-fried as I pulled his pants back up and curled up into the crook of his arm.

"You're on my Christmas wishlist now," he said with a slight giggle. I giggled too, and hugged him. He hugged me back. "You're wonderful," he said, and kissed me.

"You should probably get going," I said a little teasingly.

He looked up at the darkening sky, still in a bit of a daze. "Yeah."

We cuddled for a moment longer, and then hauled ourselves up out of the grass. We disentangled our bikes from each other, and pointed them into opposite directions. We hugged one last time.

"See ya," he said with that post-orgasmic smile on his face. Ah, how I do love a job well done. A last quick kiss, and we parted ways, briefly looking back to blow a kiss. I laboured my bike up the hill, and gleefully noted that none of the people I passed would know that I could still taste the tang of my lover's cum in my mouth. Although we had been passed by at least two other cyclists during the act...