She moved across the
dance floor, hips swaying hypnotically in time to the beat as she sought her
target. The taut fabric of her dress clung like a second skin showing nothing
yet revealing everything. Eyes followed her progress, heads turning as she
passed, all wishing to be the focus of her emerald gaze but she was oblivious
to them all. Only one person was of interest to her and until she found him no
one could distract her.
She paused in the
middle of a throng of dancers, eyes widening and a smile spreading wider. He
was facing away and unaware of her presence but she knew: He was the one. The
constantly moving crowd offered no resistance as she threaded her way through
it, making her way to him. She leaned in and spoke in his ear just loud enough
to be heard.
“I’ve been looking
everywhere for you. Come with me. Now”
Not waiting for an
answer she seized his hand and led him rapidly away from the dance floor and
into the gloomy shadows that hugged the walls. The corners of the room were
littered with a haphazard collection of tables and chairs, long deserted while
their occupants gyrated on the dance floor. Leading him onwards she reached a
suitable table and spun around to face him, pulling him in. His arms
instinctively wrapped themselves around her and his lips met her upturned
mouth. Focussed only on each other they kissed deeply, ravenously, both hungry
for the other.
She pressed her hand
firmly on his chest and pushed him back, breaking the kiss. He looked confused,
wondering what he had done wrong until she placed her hands either side of his
head and pulled him back until his ear was beside her mouth.
“I want to feel that
talented tongue of yours. Now. Here” she said placing his hand against her
crotch.
His eyes widened and
his gaze darted around the room, scanning briefly for spectators. Satisfied
there were none close enough to be of concern he placed his hands on her waist
and lifted her onto the edge of the table before dropping to his knees between
her legs. Running his hands up her calves he eased the material of her dress
upwards and her legs apart, exposing the toned flesh that her dress had barely
concealed. He kissed the inside of one knee tenderly as his hands continued
their relentless progress along her thighs followed closely by his mouth. His
pulse was thumping in his ears, nearly drowning the music as he neared the damp
heat between her thighs.
The delicious scent of
her arousal filled his senses and he paused, his mouth poised millimetres from
contact, relishing the anticipation. She felt his hot breath on her most
sensitive flesh and, unable to wait she grabbed the back of his head and pressed
him against her. Wasting no time his tongue slipped easily into the entrance of
her aroused pussy and he began to feast on her dripping flesh. Hungrily he
devoured her. Each flick of his tongue across her swollen clit brought a fresh
muscular ripple through her thighs. Her hips bucked, thrusting her pussy harder
against his mouth and riding his tongue as it plunged deeper inside her. He
kept her writhing, switching his focus between her clit and swollen lips,
edging her closer and closer to climax until her thighs clasped tightly around
his head and he tasted the orgasm as pleasure flowed through her.
He stood, lips
glistening with her juices and leaned in to kiss her waiting mouth. She
responded instantly, loving the taste of herself on him. Her feet pressed into
the small of his back, drawing him firmly between her thighs but careful to
leave a little space between them. Reaching between them she made short work of
his belt buckle and eased the zip of his trousers down, exposing his achingly
hard cock. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and stroked it tenderly,
enjoying the feeling of his silky smooth hard flesh, like warm polished marble.
She imagined she could feel it throbbing in her grip and relaxed her grasp not
wanting him to finish too quickly, she needed more from him yet.
Applying pressure with
her feet she coaxed him forward, guiding the tip of his cock with her hand
until she felt it's heat pressing against her dripping slit. Her lips parted,
welcoming him readily as he eased inside, slowly filling her. Only when she
felt his short cropped hairs against her smooth skin did she ease the pressure
on his back and let him begin to thrust at his own pace.
Starting slowly, he
rocked back and forth, enjoying the tight wet grip of her pussy around his
throbbing cock as he moved. He closed his eyes, shutting out the distraction of
the flashing lights as he immersed himself in the sensations of the moment.
Pleasure filled him, radiating outwards from his groin.
Her hips rocked in
time to his movements and her feet stayed firmly against his back as they
thrust against each other. He filled her perfectly, just as she remembered, and
this position, on the edge of the table let the tip of his cock reach the magic
spot inside her. Each touch sent waves of ecstasy rippling through her, each
sharper and more intense than the last. She felt the pressure building, nerves
on fire as another climax grew inside her, slowly swelling like a balloon,
increasing with each pistonlike thrust.
A cold ripple raced
down his spine like ice sliding down his back and he felt his balls tighten, a
sure sign that he was about to lose what little control he retained to his
imminent orgasm. His pace accelerated and he thrust between her thighs with
rapid abandon, feeling her muscles clench him tightly as she sought to match
his timing. His pace faltered, cock swelling impossibly hard and a strangled
gasp escaped his throat as his balls emptied themselves in a series of slow,
hard pulses. She felt him cum deep inside her and it pushed her over the edge.
The orgasm raced through her and she clenched everything around him, milking
the last drops from him and making his knees almost buckle beneath him as his
over sensitized cock was gripped tightly as if by a third hand.
He stood, forehead
resting on her shoulder, unable or unwilling to move as he slowly deflated
inside her. She looked around, checking to see if anyone had noticed their
performance. The dancers were seemingly oblivious with no one obviously gazing
their way. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed him away, feeling him
pull out of her followed by a trickle of their combined juices pooling on the
edge of the table. As he stepped back and refastened his trousers she dropped
to the floor and let her dress fall back into place.
"That", she
said "was every bit as good as I remembered. I'll see you next week"
Without waiting for a
response she winked, turned and walked back onto the dance floor in search of
her friends, ignoring the slow dribble of warm fluid that leaked down her inner
thigh as she went.
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If you enjoyed that, try my first book "A Taste of Erotica", a collection of 7 short stories. Available to download here:
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