We walked down the steps hand-in-hand and sat down on the tile floor of the font, leaning our backs against the tiled wall. I put my folded jacket behind my back, but it didn't help much to make the cold, hard tiles any more comfortable.
Walter immediately put one arm around my back and the other hand behind my neck and started kissing me. I put my arms around him as well.
He paused for a moment and said "This is so naughty! We shouldn't even be in here at all! I'm so impressed that you thought of this."
He kissed me again, and then he pulled back and got a mischievous grin on his face. "You know, speaking of naughty, I've heard that some girls can take their bra off without even taking off their shirt. Can you do that?"
"Of course," I said, and I immediately demonstrated.
"Wow," he said, seeming impressed and pleased. "I imagine that since you're wearing a skirt it would be super easy to do the same with your panties."
I laughed. I figured he thought he was cleverly tricking me into something. Still this idea was deliciously erotic that he would know that I was uncovered underneath while still not being able to see anything, so I obliged willingly.
That seemed to excite him, and he started kissing me more passionately than before. I touched his soft hair and caressed his beautiful face. As I ran my fingers along his jawline, the sand-papery feel of it reminded me again that this was an adult man.
He repositioned me so that I was lying on the floor of the font with just my head on my jacket. I could feel the cold tile floor against my butt. He laid down on top of me and started kissing me in this position. Through his pants I could feel his penis hard against my pelvic bone as he started making something of a thrusting motion with it.
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