around him and pulled his head onto his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I was just being stupid." He said.

Suzie placed his hand behind Paul's head and pulled his lips towards his own. They kissed. Slowly, awkwardly at first, then as there lips relaxed and parted, with fervour. Paul pushed his tongue into Suzie's mouth searching for his own. He found it, pointed and hard. It pushed back then swirled around his own.

Paul pulled his head back and breathed deeply. He hadn't kissed anybody like that in years.

He ran his fingers gently down the side of Suzie's face.

Suzie caught hold of his fingers as they started to make their way towards his lap.

"Not yet," he said, looking around, "are we safe here?"

"The weather will keep most folks away," Paul answered, looking himself.

"Turn your head away," said Suzie "I want to do something."

Paul turned his head and starred at the entrance to the parking area listening to the sounds and feeling the movements coming from the seat next to him.

"It's all right," said Suzie "you can look now."

Paul turned. Gone was the jumper and trousers. Suzie wore a pale green silk blouse and a short, blue, pleated skirt. He could see the swellings of breasts beneath the blouse and outline of bra straps. His legs were covered in black nylon and he wore black court shoes.

"Do I look alright," Suzie asked nervously.

"You look great," said Paul, leaning over and kissing him gently on the lips.

Susie smiled and looked down at Paul's fingers as they unbuttoned his blouse. He cupped one of his breasts through the material of his bra.

"They're not real I only wish they were."

"Never mind," said Paul, running his finger around his navel. "They look good."

Paul put his arm around his back and pulled him close, their heads resting against each other's. Paul placed his hand on one of Suzie's knees and waited for a reaction.

"Go on," Suzie breathed turning his head and kissing Paul's cheek.

Paul's fingers moved between Suzie's thigh, forcing them apart slight and started moving slowly towards his crutch. They reached the tops of his stocking and paused.

They kissed again. Deep and slow.

His hand moved onto the bare flesh between stocking top and panties. They broke the kiss and Paul glanced quickly around then down to Suzie's skirt.

"Can I look?" He asked huskily.

"Of course," was Suzie's reply as he lifted his bottom from the car seat and held his skirt above his waist.

Paul looked down and the brief white panties and the bulge they struggled to contain.

"Lift again," he whispered slipping his hand inside the elastic at the top and easing them down and off.

He looked down at Suzie's prick. It was about six inches long and just under two fingers wide. He worked the foreskin back and forth, covering and exposing his little hole. It was very hard and warm. He thought briefly of fitting a condom on it but, if he was to believe anything that Suzie had told him so far and as far as he could tell he hadn't lied to him about anything, he wouldn't need that protection. If they went further it might be different.

Licking his lips Paul lowered his mouth and kissed the top of Suzie's prick and listened to his groan of pleasure. Opening his lips he