Ben's Day Ch. 04

"There might be a filter or two you could throw on there to make some of them better, like, though the natural lighting's decent enough that they should have turned out fine."

Ben looked back at her, dazed as he was, and grinned. He wanted to pounce on her then and there, to kiss her more, to tear off her clothes, and she looked like she wanted the same thing, biting her lip as her chest heaved with ragged, lusty breaths. With her watching him, Ben looked at his phone again, remembering all of the things Vic had told him, and with a self-satisfied grin, sent the picture to Vic as a snap, with the caption I know you've been cheating on me. We're done.

"Sent," he stated, just as the barista was coming over to their table.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you two to leave. There are children in here, and some of the other customers said they saw you—"

Ashling looked half amused and half mortified, but Ben held up his hand. "—Of course. Sorry about that. We'll get going right away."

He downed the rest of his coffee—most of it, as he hadn't had a chance to drink much—and Ashling did the same with her espresso. Ben left a big tip, and they both threw their coats on, grabbed their bags, and hurried out of the cafe, Ashling giggling nervously as they stepped into the frigid cold once more. Ben's phone buzzed with three responses, but he ignored them.

"That was wild, like! I mean, I know I've been acting a bit of a slag, but I've never done something like that in public! I didn't even know what I was doing! We just kissed and then," Ashling looked over to Ben, breathless, smiling wide, excited and nervous, she laughed, her breath turning to mist in the frigid air as she grabbed his hand and pulled closer to him, "we can't go back there again, can we?"

Ben shrugged, smiling, the cold unable to pierce the heat of his still white-hot arousal, "Probably not today anyway—but there's other places we can go."

Ashling laughed her lilting, intoxicating laugh again, and Ben felt another wave of attraction to her. He had only known her, well, it depended on how you counted it, but it wasn't long, and he already felt like he needed to be with her, and not just sexually, although that was definitely a part of it. Her voice, her laugh, her hazel eyes—they were like a drug and he was an addict.

Ben's impatience was driving him now as the hurried down the street. Ashling was following his lead, but neither of them really knew where they were going, only what they wanted. They walked about a block before Ben's impatience got the better of him and he pushed open the next door he saw and pulled Ashling along with him into what turned out to be the entrance to an urban shopping center. Once inside, she pushed him up against the wall next to a shoe store and started kissing him again, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, both of them still wearing their coats and bags.

Ben answered her kiss in kind, his every thought devoted to holding her close and curling his own tongue around hers, but then they pulled away from each other and she looked around, seeing nearly a dozen shoppers walking by, more than half of which were shooting disapproving looks at the two of them.

"We need to find somewhere a bit more...private, like," she said, slipping one of her hands between them to give his groin a quick squeeze.

Ben nodded, though at this stage he would have been fine with tearing her clothes off and fucking her right there, a part of him knew that someone would probably stop them, and he did not want to be stopped. He looked around and spotted a clothing store, nodding towards it.

"We'll split up. You grab a few things, I'll grab a few. Meet you in the changing stalls," he said with a devilish smirk.

Her eyes were saucers, but she couldn't hold back her panting grin of lust. She laughed despite herself.

"Jesus," she said, pronouncing it like 'JAY-zus,' "We're really going to do this."

Ben nodded, pulling her close for another quick kiss, and then stepped away from her, striking out into the clothing store without looking back. He did his best to look like a genuine shopper, pausing to look at at least two things before snagging a random sweater off of a rack and a folded pair of jeans from a display table—not even bothering to look at the sizes—and making a beeline for the changing stalls.

Thankfully, the store was big enough that the bank of stalls stretched pretty far—far enough that the attendant from the store—a pretty asian girl who looked like she was barely out of high school—probably wouldn't notice anything if he headed to the back. Before heading in, he shot a glance behind him and saw Ashling, who was already coming his way with what looked like several blouses still on their hanger thrown over one arm. She grinned nervously at him from across the store, and he nodded and headed in, past the changing room attendant and towards the stall at the very end of the little hallway.

Once inside, Ben started pulling off his clothes—first dropping his backpack, then his jacket, then tossing the items from the store aside and fumbling with his belt, his fingers shaking from anticipation. He heard nearby footsteps just as he finished undoing his belt and dropped his jeans in a puddle around his shoes, and then her voice, whispering.

"Ben? You in there, like?"

Ben opened the door hurriedly, grabbing her and pulling her inside while closing it behind her. She let out a delighted squeal despite herself, but he quieted it with another desperate kiss, and she melted into him, dropping her own bag onto the now crowded floor of the changing stall. Ben did his best to extricate himself from his jeans as they kissed, but ended up stumbling back to sit on the little bench in the stall before finally kicking off his shoes. Meanwhile, Ashling was pulling off her coat and kicking off her own boots, all the while locking him with her lusty eyes, her face flushed with animal lust.

Down to her tight red top and snow pants, she pounced on him, her legs around his, kneeling over him on the bench and kissing him again, her hands sliding underneath his shirt, feeling up his torso greedily as she pushed his shirt over her head. Ben's jeans were still around his ankles, and once his shirt was off he was down to just his boxer briefs, which were tented by his hungry cock straining against the stretchy fabric, pressing against Ashling's belly as she locked lips with him again now that his shirt was off.

"Fuck, Ben. I want you," she breathed between kisses, her hands sliding all over his naked torso again.

Ben's own hands, once free of his shirt, circled around her back, feeling down the long muscles on either side of her spine until he reached her waist, and then he slid his hand under the elastic waist of her snow pants and groped at her taught, perfect ass through her leggings. She wiggled in his hands, making an appreciative noise, and then reached back to start pulling off the snow pants. Ben helped with his hands, but after a certain point she had to stand to pull them off fully.

When she stood again, Ben leaned forward and hugged her body to him, one hand groping at her ass and then moving up to start peeling off her leggings, the other prying up the hem of her tight red top so he could start kissing her belly. He marveled at how smooth her skin felt under her lips, how it even seemed to taste good, as he half-licked half kissed his way around her belly button. Her skin was smooth, but stretched taught over a six pack of washboard abs which where spasming with pleasure.

Her leggings were pulled past the bubble-like swell of her butt now, which meant that they suddenly were pulling away much more easily, revealing a thin pair of moisture-wicking boyshort underwear which hugged her muscular thighs. Ashling, whose hands were free at this stage, peeled off her top, prompting Ben to glance up. Her beasts were still held in place by a heavy-duty green-and-black sports bra, but her nipples had visibly raised eager bumps through the fabric. He looked up the valley between them and saw her heart-shaped, freckled face, her mouth open as she panted, her eyes eager and proud as she watched him admire her. He pulled her leggings down to her knees, then pulled himself off of the bench he was sitting on, climbing up her body as he did so, nuzzling up from her navel to her neck, kissing and licking and briefly motor-boating his face between her magnificent breasts before he opened his mouth wide and started kissing and licking at her neck. She moaned, and let one hand dangle down and wrap around his cock, through his boxer-briefs, pulling at it, painting her abs with the damp head of it as she tugged his cock teasingly.

Ben kept kissing her, whispering a moan into her neck as he felt her hand around him, and reached his own arms around her and slid the straps of her bra over her shoulders. At that point, Ashling let go of his cock, putting a flat hand on his chest and pushing his back against the wall again, his knees folding at the little bench. She winked at him, then looked to her left at the body-length mirror affixed to the wall, wiggling her ass and admiring her own figure with a satisfied smirk before looking back to him and peeling her bra off the rest of the way, freeing her two firm, gorgeous, freckled tits, her dark pink nipples standing hard to attention. Ben feasted his eyes on her, and then she leaned forward, straddling his lap again, but sitting tall and arching her back, thrusting her breasts against his face.

"Go ahead," she whispered smugly, "you've been ogling these girls since the bus, like."

Ben didn't need any more encouragement. He reached his right hand up, filling his hand with her flesh, squeezing her gently, pinching her nipple slightly between his knuckles as he started kissing her left breast, starting off by nuzzling the underside before sucking and licking and kissing it all over, lightly nibbling on her nipple as his left arm curled around her back to steady her chest against him. Her breasts were amazing—bigger than Vic's, which Ben knew were somewhere around a large C cup, but firm and smooth, deliciously pliable. She moaned through a smile as he kissed and nibbled and groped her, and started running her fingers through his hair, mussing it and massaging his scalp as he gobbled at her, the bulge of his cock rubbing flat up against her own groin and belly as she straddled him.

"I don't have any condoms," Ben breathed, feeling guilty but not wanting to get too far before he said it.

Ashling smiled.

"Such a nice boy! I'm on the pill. Besides—I want to feel it."

It was then than Ben's phone started buzzing—not a text, but a call, buzzing a persistent rhythm from his jeans, which were still wrapped around his ankles. Ben was planning on ignoring it, but Ashling pulled away from him, sliding down from straddling his lap to kneeling in front of his knees, and then fished his phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen as it buzzed angrily again.

"Vic?" she asked, an evil grin on her face.

Ben nodded.

"That's her, that's my ex."

"You should probably take this, then," she said, handing him the phone, still kneeling, his erection tenting his boxer-briefs inches from her face.

Ben took the phone and pressed the button to answer, breathing fast. At this point, it wasn't so much revenge that he was craving—after all, she would never remember this, which sort of spoiled the point—but just the sheer idea of answering the phone while Ashling was ogling his tented boxer-briefs, her naked breasts resting on his knees, was pretty much the hottest thing he could imagine.

"Hi Vic, you get my snap?" he answered cheerfully, probably a bit louder than he meant to.

Meanwhile, Ashling put the tip of her nose to the tip of his cock, the shook her head back and forth, batting his cock with her nose a few times cutely, before leaning back and quietly giggling, her shoulders and tits jiggling with mirth.

"What the fuck Ben? Where is this coming from? Who the fuck is that slut?"

Ben smiled.

"Her names Ashling. She's really hot, isn't she?" Ashling glowed at the compliment, and started peeling off his boxer briefs agonizingly slowy. Ben lifted his ass off the bench briefly to make it easier.

"What the fuck does it matter? You can't just stick your tongue down some random bitch's throat because she's hot. Im your girlfriend! You're cheating on me!"

Ashling finished pulling his boxer-briefs down, and Ben's cock bounced and bobbled to attention in front of her. She looked into his eyes for a moment, licked her lips, and then looked back at his cock.

"You didn't seem to hesitate when it came to fucking Aiden, or Greg, or Tyrone, or Michael, or Tomm," Ben said, anger welling up inside him as the list went on; maybe he did want a little bit of revenge after all.

"Jesus!" Ashling whispered at the sheer length of the list, pronouncing it 'JAY-zus' again; before leaning forward and kissing the side of his dick lightly, almost romantically.

"It that her?!" Vic asked, her voice sounding a bit hysterical, ignoring Ben's list,"is she with you right now?!"

Ben thought for a second, then covered the mic on the phone.

"Would you like to talk to Vic? She's asking about you?" he said, grinning mischievously.

Ashling matched his evil smile and took the phone from him.

"Hey there, Vic. It's Vic, right? I'm Ashling. I just met Ben here today and he's soo cute, like!" she said cheerfully, wrapping her free hand around his cock and sliding it up and down, coaxing slippery pre come from the head, "not to mention he's got a fecking fantastic wavin."

Ben heard what sounded like an explosion of high-pitched anger from the other end of the line, though he couldn't quite make out any words.

"Oh it's an Irish thing, like," she said with a maddeningly cheerful chuckle, "I think it comes from a company that makes pipes. Easier to show you the meaning rather than explain it, like."

She handed the phone back to Ben, mouthing the word 'video' to him, her other hand still playing lazily with his cock. Ben's heart pounded, and he tapped the video chat button on the phone, which immediately showed him that he was broadcasting a video of his own face and shoulders to Vic. A few seconds later, and to his surprise, he was treated with a pixellated image of Vic's face.

"What the fuck is going on, Ben? What did you mean by all those names? You better kick this bitch to the curb and come home tonight or—"

Ben smiled and waved to her, ignoring her words, and then tapped the button that switched the camera he was broadcasting with, centering the image on Ashling's flushed face next to his slippery, raging erection.

"This," Ashling said with all the aplomb of a teacher talking to her students as she shook his cock lightly in her hand, "is a wavin. A feckin' nice one too."

Vic had gone quiet now, but Ben could still see her face staring at the screen, mouth wide.

"Let me show you what I like to do with a wavin this nice," Ashling said, straightening her back so that her breasts had lifted off of Ben's knees, "especially when the owner of the wavin's been appreciating these all day."

She let go of his cock, reaching up with both hands and groping her own breasts, squeezing them tighter than Ben had dared to, deforming them between her fingers, lifting and separating them as she leaned a bit forward—between his knees—and wrapped them around his pulsing erection, enveloping it entirely except for its glistening, pulsing head just beneath her chin. Vic just kept staring, her mouth wide.

"She still watching?" Ashling said, and Ben nodded, feeling his heart pound hard and fast in his chest.

Ashling licked her lips, then spat on the head of his cock, kneading her breasts around it, working the lubricating saliva between them.

"Now, usually I'd have to pick and choose what I do first—use my mouth, or these girls, but with a wavin this nice, and thick, and long, I don't have to choose at all!" she chirped happily, and then pushed her tits down around his cock, leaning down until the tip slipped over her lips and poked the bottom of her nose.

She pulled back up again, until his cock had disappeared into the slippery cave of her cleavage, before slowly sliding down again, leaning her head over her own cleavage and pursing her lips so that the head of his cock pressed against them. She kept sliding down, and let his dick stretch open her lips, before slithering her tongue around the head and the pulling up again, and down again, faster and faster.

Ben started breathing raggedly, watching it all happen—watching Ashling work his cock with her tits and her tongue and her lips, watching Vic stare at it all as she sat, the only sign that she wasn't frozen the increasingly rapid rise and fall of her chest as she stared on, dumbstruck.

After a few seconds, Ben started losing control of himself, and he dropped the phone, letting it bounce onto the floor as he starting to thrust his hips with Ashling's rhythm, plunging deeper and deeper into her mouth until she let go of her tits, letting them flop around as she pushed her mouth further and further down his cock with each bob, until finally took his cock all the way down her throat, her bottom teeth and tongue grazing his balls, her nose poking into his pubic hair just above the base of his cock. Ben had never seen anyone, even Vic, take him that deep and hold him there for that long. Ashling stayed like that, his whole cock buried to the hilt in her throat, and holding her breath, her eyes watering, she reached down, grabbing the phone and pointing it at herself, switching the camera to selfie mode so that she could stare Vic in the face as she slowly gargled her way off of Ben's cock, inch by inch, until she finally gasped for breath, a mix of saliva and precome drooling from he corners of her mouth as she smiled with teary eyes at the camera, and started jacking his cock again with her free hand. The buzz of Vic ending the call sounded, and Ashling tossed the phone aside and looked into Ben's eyes.

"You're not coming easy are you?" she panted happily; Ben couldn't even nod, so much of his attention was focused on holding back his orgasm, he just smiled a sloppy, open-mouthed smile, breathing heavily.

It was at that moment that a polite tap on the door came.

"Is everything alright in there?" came the sound of a young woman's voice—probably the changing room attendant—and it was clear from her tone that she was pretty sure what was going on there, but was hoping just asking would make it stop before she had to do anything drastic.

"Everything's going feckin' great! Thanks for asking!" Ashling answered, almost cackling as her hand moved faster and faster on his cock.

"Oh...Ok well...you've been in there for a long time, and there've been some complaints about strange noises..." the voice asked cautiously.

Ashling laughed again, and let go of Ben's cock, to stand up. She turned around to face the door, then bent over and peeled off her boy shorts in one smooth movement, her naked ass pointing up at him invitingly as she straightened her back, walking her hands forward until she was stretching in a textbook-perfect downward dog. There was a lot about Ashling's body to admire, and Ben wasn't usually one to focus on butts, but despite her gorgeous beasts, her muscular legs and and trim, athletic body, her ass had to be her best feature. Or her laugh. Or her smile. Or her voice. Ben couldn't decide, but seeing her bend down, bubble-butt less than a foot from his face, and further down, her pussy staring back at him hungrily, he almost came right there and then. Ashling shot a look back and up at him and waggled her eyebrows at him, giving her ass little teasing shake. Ben grinned back at her, his willpower pulling him further from the brink, an pried himself up from the bench, stepping one foot out of his jeans, and stepped forward, laying his cock—still slippery from her saliva—in the crevice of her cheeks so that its head pointed up to the ceiling.