After lunch Amanda and I went for a walk around the town. Lots of nice shops. Interesting galleries. Outside of one was a vacant lot bounded by an old stucco wall. Amanda stooped close to the sidewalk. I thought she was examining a tiny flower peeking up at the base of the wall. Her fingertip touched a delicate petal. But then her hand moved to the wall.

“Isn’t the crack beautiful?” she said.

I moved close. I could see a short way down the back of her pants. The beginnings of her crack.

“Yes, it’s beautiful,” I said.

When she stood up, I had to kiss her. I pressed her against the wall. Her kiss took my breath away. My cock pressed hard.

“You’re going to get us arrested,” Amanda said, breaking off.

“I can’t help it,” I said. “I have to touch your crack. Your beautiful, beautiful crack.”

“Not here,” she said. She pulled me into an alley.

We kissed. My hand went down the back of her pants. To her bottom. Her beautiful, beautiful crack. Further. Deeper. To the slippery welcoming wet of her flower. I kissed her and fingered her until with a gasp she came.