AMA Boyfriend - S01 E445

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AMA Boyfriend - S01 E445

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Chapter 445

I was struck once again by the fact that kissing Brittney was enjoyable, but I didn't feel that spark like when I'd first made out with any of my girlfriends. Maybe, with some more time, I could have developed that spark with the petite brunette. If there had been time to gather some kindling for the spark to catch on to, to help grow the fire. I liked kissing her. She was a good kisser, very responsive, and the short little moans she mumbled out were just as cute as the way she snorted or blushed.

Her hands rubbed my chest and felt my biceps. I naturally started to rub her outer thighs through her tights, my hands travelling under her baggy flannel shirt to her hips, and then up to her bare waist.

"Hmmm-mmmm," Brittney moaned into my mouth, catching my lower lip between hers and sucking on it hard as she reached back with both her hands to grab mine, guiding me to slide my hands from her waist to her ass. I took a firm grip of her tight little butt, hands still under the back of her shirt, and she groaned into our kiss some more in a decidedly sexual, chesty way.

"Picture," I eventually reminded her, muttering it between duels of our tongues, and she grunted her wordless acknowledgement and fumbled for her phone, eventually managing to find it. She didn't remove her lips from mine; instead, just tilting her head at an angle to mine and opening one eye to manipulate her phone into camera mode, then she was right back into making out with me as she blindly took half a dozen pictures.

"Mkay," she murmured, though she kept kissing. She did that two more times, her ass cheeks clenching under my hands as she made little dry humping thrusts at me. "Alright," she finally gasped, pulling her lips back from me. We were both panting a little from the five-minute or longer kiss. Brittney was looking at me with dreamy, half-hooded eyes and bit her lower lip hard, but quickly looked around at the same time I did.

No one had come into this part of the gate waiting area. The closest people were a good forty yards away at the next gate over. No one seemed to be eyeballing the two people who had been making out like fiends.

"Fuck it," Brittney said, turning back to me and quickly starting to undo buttons on her flannel shirt. Her eyes flashed up from her task to meet my gaze, and seeing that I was grinning encouragingly, she grinned as well and kept going until she had the shirt undone down to her sternum. Then she quickly pulled the two sides apart, showing off that she hadn't been wearing a bra under the baggy shirt. Not that she really needed one - she had a build like Terra, petite and almost flat-chested with a pair of cute little pink, puffy nipples that were standing at attention. She obviously wasn't as athletic as Terra, lacking the abs or her firm, muscled butt, but she was still a gorgeous, tight little package.

"Damn, you're cute and sexy in all the right ways," I grunted, sighing and feasting my eyes on what she was showing me before looking back up to her face.

"You think so?" she asked, biting the corner of her lower lip, nervously judging my reaction. Her lack in the boob department was obviously a sensitive spot for her.

"I know so," I assured her. "You're sexy as fuck, Brittney. I hope no one ever tries to make you feel differently."

"Thanks," she grinned. "Um, OK, picture..."

She ended up getting two, one from her perspective looking down at me, her bare chest in the bottom of the frame and mostly my face in the mid-ground reacting to her breasts. The other, she had me take from my perspective, looking up at her cute little tits, and also showing off that she was doing it at the airport.

As she reviewed the pictures, I glanced around again - from most angles, we would still look like we did before, since her baggy shirt was still covering her from most angles. Realistically, someone would need to be right on top of us, or sitting directly in the row of seats we were in, to really see anything. That didn't mean someone couldn't be suspicious, though. Thankfully, I still didn't spot anyone shooting us curious looks yet.

"Um, OK," Brittney eventually said, tucking her phone into the front pocket of her shirt and biting her lip again. "Can I-" she cut off, blushing hard again. Then she reached down with one hand and boldly felt my cock in my jeans. It was stiff, and she'd probably felt pressing against her thigh as she'd been grinding on me while we were making out. "This is real?"

"I don't exactly walk around with my briefs stuffed, let alone through airport security," I chuckled. Then I flexed my cock, making it press against her hand.

She gasped and chuckled, pressing against it with her palm. "I know you're not taking it out, but maybe I can get it to count if I take a picture..." She shuffled back, sitting more on my knees and forcing me to relinquish her ass to get my arms out of the way, then she glanced around quickly before stroking my cock through my pants a couple more times, followed by pulling my jeans tight to my leg and pressing her hand to my thigh right above it. The bulge of my cock was pretty evident, and her small hand made it look pretty sizable even if it wasn't out and obvious.

"Damn," she said, quickly taking a picture with her other hand, then sliding her hand back down to squeeze my cock again. "I'm just saying, Robbie," she said quietly. "If you decide to go all the way like your fiancée said you could..."

"That's an amazing offer," I told her, putting my hand over hers on my cock to stop her from full-on stroking me and making it obvious to anyone looking closer than a brief glance what was going on. "And I'll think about it."

She blushed, grinning, then looked around again nervously. Somehow, either by luck or by some blessing of the App, we hadn't gotten spotted by anyone yet.

"I've got another idea," she whispered, relinquishing her grip on my cock and sliding a little closer to me up from my knees to my thighs, starting to do up her shirt buttons again.

"Hold on," I murmured with a little grin, catching her eyes. "You got a feel, I can't not get one of my own." I put my hands back on her thighs and ran them up under the baggy end of her flannel shirt like before, to her hips, then to her waist. I didn't stop there this time though, and instead I went higher until my fingers danced up over the small, soft swells of her itty-bitty tits, and then I was palming her chest with both hands. Her nipples were stiff with her arousal, and she groaned a strangled little sound as I mashed them against my palms and then rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers.

"Fuck," she murmured, closing her eyes. "Fuck, that's good. God, suck on them."

"We'd get caught doing that," I whispered back regretfully.

"Shit," she sighed, swallowing hard and blinking her eyes back open. Another quick look around and she started doing up the buttons on her shirt again, and I slowly slid my hands back from her tits, down her skinny torso to her waist, then back to her hips. "OK," she said, breathing deeply. "OK."

"What's your next idea?" I asked.

Somehow she managed to unlock a new shade of blushing as she handed me her phone, glancing over her shoulder again. "You need to take the picture for me this time," she said. Then she stood up off my lap and backed away from me before sitting down in the seat closest ahead of me. It looked out through the airport window, the overcast sky painting her in a pale light, and Brittney glanced over towards the occupied gate, gauging something. Then she turned back and motioned for me to pass her the bags, and she arranged them next to her on the seat and on the ground, making a low wall that didn't block anything, but probably obscured her.

Then, still maintaining that deep blush, she undid the bottom few buttons on her flannel shirt, arched her back to push her hips up from the chair, and yanked her tights and thong down to her knees. The pretty, petite brunette sat her bare ass back down on the airport faux leather seat and spread her legs at the knees, pushing her tights further down her shins.

"Masturbating in public," she said, and then brought a couple of fingers down to her pussy and started diddling her clit.

I didn't have a great view, but from what I could see, Brittney kept herself neat down there, with a sparse little wedge of brunette pubes trimmed close and tidy on her mound.

"Fuck," she hummed.

"Fucking hell," I murmured, glancing around again. The bags in the seat next to her weren't high enough to hide her head, but were probably blocking any view from the far gate of what her arm was doing, and the bags piled right in front of the seat were probably blocking her legs, though maybe not her bare knees. Since she was facing the windows, her back was to the main thoroughfare, so all anyone walking by there would see was the back of her head.

"Take the picture," she hissed, still rubbing herself and even dipping a finger into her pussy.

"Right, right," I said, shaking my head and quickly raising her phone so I could take the picture for her. I snapped three. "Done," I said.

"Mmmmg," she groaned, peeking around to the right, still with one finger dipping in and out of herself, trying to judge whether she could keep going. Then she looked out of the windows, over at me with a steamy look, and then her vision wandered upwards, and she yelped, immediately starting to yank her tights back up. I followed the path of her gaze and realised there was a cluster of three separate security cameras in the upper corner, hanging from the ceiling, practically right over my head.

I almost choked, trying to hold back my snort and laugh.

"It's OK," I assured Brittney once she was covered up again. "No one's coming looking for us, so either no one is watching those cameras closely, or they liked what they saw."

"Oh my gawd," Brittney said, having gone fully red as she buried her face in her hands for a moment and then looked up, crying and laughing in embarrassment.

I laughed with her a little until I sighed, grinning. "That was fucking hot," I told her. "And a little crazy. You're gonna have a good time in Vegas."

"Thanks," she said, still chuckling. Then she bit her lip, rolling her eyes at herself and her recklessness. "Here, pass me my phone." I did, and she started manipulating it. "Don't want to forget to send your fiancée the photos she made me promise as payment."

"You don't actually have to," I said.

"No, I promised a girl that I'd send them, so I'm sending them," Brittney shook her head, then dramatically pressed her thumb to the screen to send them off.

"What hotel are you ladies staying in for the bachelorette party?" I asked, and when Brittney started to go red all over again at the possible implication of why I would ask that, I quickly added, "Because I work at the Vasoseh, and I can get you ladies a reservation at one of our top restaurants, or tickets to a show." I had her pass me back my carry-on satchel and dug a business card out of the front pocket, passing it over to her.

"Oh," she said. "You're like, official and shit."

"I'm official and shit," I chuckled. "Actually, here-" I took the card back and flipped it over, pulling a pen out of my bag as well so I could write on the back. "Call in tomorrow, ask for the main concierge line and tell whoever is working that Brittney is calling for Robbie. I'll make sure they'll take care of you guys."

"That's so nice," Brittney said, taking the card and looking at the instructions I'd written on the back. Then she looked back at me. "Now I feel extra bad for blue-balling you like this."

I cleared my throat, chuckling, and adjusted my still-hard cock in my pants, making her smirk a little. "I'll be alright," I said.

Brittney checked her phone, smiled a little, then frowned and sighed. "Your fiancée likes the photos," she said. "But I think we should head back over to our gate. A couple of the other bridesmaids are about to show up, and they'll freak if they see us walking over together."

I checked my phone and saw that we'd chewed up a solid thirty minutes of the hour wait. "Alright," I said. "Sounds good. Um... thanks, and you're welcome? Kissing you was a lot of fun."

"You're welcome and thanks," Brittney laughed, standing up with me and coming in for a hug. I gave her one of my patented bear hugs, managing not to reach down to give her butt a squeeze in the process. Maybe she would have liked it, maybe not, but I felt like we'd moved on from that. She pulled her torso back, still hugging me but looking up into my eyes and, for once, not blushing. "For real, if you change your mind... just let me know."

"I will," I promised. "I have a feeling some more fun with you wouldn't be something I'd regret."

"OK," she said, breaking into a grin. "Maybe see you later then."

"Maybe," I agreed.

Brittney separated from me and grabbed her bags, while I waited a minute to give her some breathing room if her fellow bridesmaids were already at the gate. She glanced over her shoulder as she was walking away and flashed me another big smile when she saw me watching her leave.