Tree Hugging Can Be Fun

Peter maintained his position on the bench with some difficulty, feeling both slightly ashamed at his desire for contact and delight as it brushed time and again against McKenna's fingers.

The debate on the floor of the chamber was becoming quite heated as was McKenna's finger work and Peter's libido. When the chairman banged his gavel to create some order McKenna raised her hand from his thigh and slapped the palm back down directly onto his engorged prick. As the words below faded from his hearing all that Peter could concentrate on was McKenna's hand holding rigidly onto his cock.

He moved his hand across the bench at McKenna's side and then slid it, palm up down the length of her thigh. McKenna seemed to be wholly involved in the shouting match on the floor of the chamber but slumped forward easily and rested the whole of her right breast onto his open hand.

At last. Advantage me. and she lifted the heel of her right foot pressing his hand on her knee to flatten her breast with its now tingly-aching nipple into his palm.

McKenna glanced sideways to see Peter still laid back against the seat, with his eyes closed and she grinned hugely when his eyes flew open as she deftly unzipped his fly and delved deep into the confines of his shorts to grasp his swollen cock in her hand.

Peter resigned himself and leaned back once more to allow her access as he gripped McKenna's tit in his hand, holding and squeezing the rigid nipple between two outstretched fingers. As she worked his hard cock into the open Peter felt McKenna slipping from his grasp when she leaned forward, seemingly with greater interest in the debate as it wound towards conclusion.

Her knees came up against the wood of the partition and she hitched herself forward to flatten both breasts against the balustrade there, moving slowly and minutely from side to side feeling the smooth polished wood dragging at her tits. She raised her backside, praying that he would get the message.

After some few seconds and a sideways shift Peter got the message and delved beneath McKenna's proffered arse. Doesn't she own any underwear at all? He slid a finger into the hot and wet fold of flesh that was there. McKenna sighed deeply and pulled out Peter's cock into the warm air of the council chamber.

The chairman raised his voice. "Can we see by a show of hands if this application is passed?"

McKenna began to wank Peter's cock with a long, hard fingered rhythm at the words, Peter reciprocated and pushed two fingers into her pussy.

"Those for the application?"

McKenna picked up the pace as glistening silver coated her hand. Peter forged three fingers into her cunt.

"Those against?"

McKenna's hand and forearm moved spastically up and down Peter's darkly pink prick. Peter flicked out his middle finger to press against her unfolded clit.

"Permission not granted."

McKenna whooped and raised her free hand in a fist as Peter came and splashed against the polished wood, over her hand and across her dress. McKenna shuddered violently as a cry escaped her lips which she somehow forced into the words "Yay for Sevenoaks."