0 comments/ 17456 views/ 1 favorites A Night Out Ch. 1 By: SabrinaSapphire When you arrive home, I am waiting naked at the door, as usual, with a drink in hand for you. Rather than retire to the living room as normal, you take my hand and head upstairs to the bedroom. As you sit on the edge of the bed, you pull me to you so I am standing between your legs. With your hands on my hips, you begin to tease my nipples with your tongue, alternating between the two. Although I am confused by this break in routine, I feel my body respond immediately to your touch. At the sound of my whispered moan, you look up and laugh at my perplexed expression. Cupping my bottom, you say, "We're going out tonight, pet. Put on silver jewelry and a black dress." Turning me around and patting my behind, you say, "Make sure you look perfect for me." You settle back on the bed, sipping your drink. Although I have no need to shower since I have only recently done so, I go into the bathroom to put on evening makeup. As I begin, I hear you call out, "Bring it out here, Julie. I want to watch you." Returning to the bedroom with makeup in hand, I sit at the dressing table and begin to apply eye shadow, a bit more mascara, and lipstick. I am ever-conscious of your gaze and find myself a bit shy as I brush my hair and apply a light spray of perfume. Satisfied with the way I look, I step over to my jewelry and take off the earrings and nipple jewelry I had been wearing. Glancing quickly over the items, I select a simple silver necklace and matching thick-hoop earrings. I then put on silver nipple rings with simple floating sapphires. I find the matching jewelry for my clit and attach it. Leaning over, I slip a sapphire-colored toe ring onto the second toe of my right foot. Finally, I take out the silver bracelet. It is a special gift from you that I am to wear whenever we go out in the evening to remind me constantly that I belong to you. I cherish it but have always wondered if you really think I need this reminder. After all, you are my Master -- nothing needs remind me of the love I have in my heart for you. As I start to lay it over my wrist, you simply say, "Let me." Moving over to the bed, I hand you the bracelet. You slowly wrap it around my wrist and clasp it closed with almost the exact same care and love you did the night you gave it to me. Reaching up to my face, you pull me to you, stroking my lips with yours. Your hands wander down my body and I feel myself swirling in the pleasure of your touch. Suddenly, without warning, you squeeze tightly on each nipple ring to assure its security. Although I gasp, your mouth swallows my pained sound. Releasing my nipples and mouth, your hands move lower. Although you simply say, "Show me, pet," I know what you desire and place my left foot on the bed, exposing my womanhood to you. Your fingers lightly stroke my lips before running over the sapphire charm dangling down. You then stroke my clit until my eyes close in pleasure. You are not looking at my face but know my body so well that you know the precise moment when my eyes will close. As they do, you pull your hand away and whisper, "Get dressed." Sighing softly in frustration, I turn away from you to my lingerie drawer. As I take out bra and panties, you say, "Nothing underneath tonight, dear." "Nothing, Sir?" Your reply is simply a smile and a gaze that says I've asked a silly question. Looking back at you with arched eyebrows, I return the items to their drawers. Stepping into the closet, I find a black linen dress that will be perfect for this summer evening. It is sleeveless with a scoop neck; fitted but not tight; hem reaching just above my knees. I have only worn it once before, but I'm sure it will be perfect. Not wanting to be told yet another thing I should have known to do, I return to the bedroom and stand in front of the bed to dress. Although there is no reaction on your face, your eyes tell me I have pleased you. Lifting my arms above my head, I let the dress slip over my arms and head, sliding easily down my body. Lowering my arms, I turn around so you can zip up the dress. You do so slowly, caressing my back with your hands as you move the zipper up, sending shivers down my body. After slipping on a pair of simple, black sandals, I return to stand in front of you. Your eyes wander over me slowly and then you motion for me to turn around. I do so slowly. Eyes still on me, you swallow the last of your drink, stand up quickly, kiss me on the neck and say, "Perfect, my love. Now lay out my clothes." You disappear into the bathroom while I lay out fresh clothing for you -- silk boxers, blue shirt, black slacks, socks and shoes -- all of it casual yet dressy enough for evening. When you step from the bathroom naked, it takes everything I have to not walk over to you and caress your body. You come to stand in front of me and I hand you your boxers. After you have them on, I hold out your shirt and you slip your arms into it. Turning you around, I lean forward and kiss your chest lightly before buttoning up your shirt. You slip into your pants and wait for me to button and zip them. Again unable to resist your body, I run my hand over your cock as I am zipping up your pants. As you sit on the edge of the bed, I kneel on the floor to help you into your socks and shoes. Smiling down at me, you reach out a hand to pull me up, stating, "Let's go." I grab my purse and follow you down the stairs and out the door. After locking the door, you turn to me, cupping my face in your hands. Gazing into my eyes, thumbs brushing against my cheeks, you say softly, "You know you look beautiful tonight, don't you, pet?" All I can say in response is, "Thank you, Master," even though the smile across my face tells you how very happy you have made me. Your ensuing kiss leaves me weak, leaning against you. As you pull away and take my hand in yours, I hear you chuckle softly at my reaction. A Night Out Ch. 1 of 2 "One more dance, baby. Please?" Camille asked. I allowed my wife to lead me to the dance floor. I didn't really mind, because the view of her luscious ass in her short, blue mini-skirt made the walk worthwhile. As we made our way through the crowd, I noticed quite a few eyes on her, and I couldn't blame the guys at all. Camille is a petite brunette with an athletic body, sculpted from swimming practically every day. Her breasts are small and very firm, but I could still see them moving around under her blouse as we began to dance. Her outfit was designed to draw attention. The light, blue mini barely covered her ass, offering flashes of the white lace panties beneath every time she spun. Her blouse was made of a silky material that clung to every curve of her breasts and offered up a wonderful view of her hard nipples. The night out had been my idea, but only because my friend Grant and his wife Nina had invited us. I enjoyed every opportunity to spend time around Nina, who was an amazing woman. She was a beautiful Latina with small waist, small hips and large breasts that I had often fantasized about. She was dressed in a fairly long skirt, it went past her knees, but there was a slit up one side that revealed most of her leg when she moved just right. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse that revealed tantalizing looks of her breasts and bra when she leaned over, causing a gap in the armholes. Grant had agreed to be the designated driver for the night, drinking only two beers in the few hours we'd spent at the club. I'd been pumping Camille full of rum and cokes by pretending that I was drinking them too. I'd actually been drinking plain cokes every other time I went to get us a refill. It was a good plan, I thought, and I enjoyed watching the two women get more and more drunk. As the crowded dance floor opened up a bit, Camille danced a little way from me, and turned, moving lusciously to the beat of the music. Her lithe body seemed almost oiled as she slithered her way around. I felt my cock spring to life, straining against the confines of my pants. Camille continued the sensuous movement and slid her hands up over her breasts, pausing momentarily to pinch her already hard nipples. Her hands slipped to the buttons on her blouse and unfastened the top two, revealing an eye-popping amount of cleavage. She teased me by pulling the blouse open and down, to the point where her nipples would soon be showing, but just as she started to pull the blouse down that fraction of an inch more, the song came to an end. Camille seemed almost to come back to herself. She pulled the top back together, but didn't fasten the buttons. I'm sure that I was smiling lecherously as we returned to the table, but I didn't really care. I'd worked up a thirst, so I went to get another round of drinks. I got a real rum and coke, this time. I also got one more beer for Grant, and a kamikaze for Nina, who had started the night drinking beer, but had quickly gone on to shots. When I returned to the table, I noticed that Grant was staring at my wife's chest. I couldn't blame him; her small, firm tits were straining to be released from her blouse. Nina stood up as I arrived and grabbed my hand. "Come on, John. Cammie said I could have you for one dance. Grant's being a party pooper," she said, looking at Grant with a slight poutiness to her lips. I glanced at Camille and Grant, but they were so busy staring at each other that they didn't even seem to realize that Nina and I were there. I couldn't have protested, even if I'd wanted to, as Nina pulled me toward the crowded floor. I was glad to see that the crowd was back, since it meant that I'd be able to dance close to this dark-skinned beauty. Nina seemed to have the same idea, as she slipped her arms around my waist and pulled me close to her. The feel of those large breasts pressed up against my chest made my hard-on return with a vengeance. I know that Nina knew she was exciting me as her body brushed against my hard cock, but she clearly didn't mind. Nina slipped her arms up my chest and around my neck. I could feel her small hands playing with my hair as our bodies continued to move. My own hands were resting on the small of her back, right at the top of her ass. I was trying to work up the courage to slip them down and feel that fabulous ass of hers when the song ended. It was clearly not my night for music. Nina kept her body pressed against mine for another moment, then stood up on tiptoe and kissed me on the corner of my mouth. When she moved up, my hands naturally slipped down, but I was so surprised by the kiss, that I didn't realize it until the second had passed. "Thanks for the dance," she said. I noticed that her speech was a little slurred. The wonderful effects of alcohol, I thought to myself. She would never have given me even that chaste kiss if she hadn't been drinking, I was sure. We wended our way back through the crowd to the table. Grant looked relieved when he saw us, and when I looked at Camille, I knew why. She was on the verge of passing out. I must have overdone it with the liquor, I thought. She was slumped slightly to the side, with her eyes at about half-mast. Her left breast was about to fall out of her blouse, and I noticed that Grant was trying, unsuccessfully, not to stare. "She's had too much, I take it," Nina said. "Should we just call it a night?" I started to agree, but Grant said, "There's no sense in all of us having to take off. I can drive her home and come back for you two. She'll be fine once I get her... Once she's in bed." I don't know if Nina noticed what he'd said, but I know that I did. I was nervous about sending my wife with Grant. However, I knew from experience that no matter how drunk Camille gets, she still stays aware of what's going on around her. I knew that he wouldn't be able to take advantage. Besides, I felt like a hypocrite. I knew that, given the chance, I'd get his wife into bed. "You sure, Hon? I'm having fun, but we can do it another time," Nina said. "It's fine. As long as John promises to take good care of you while I'm gone. I should be back within half an hour. Forty-five minutes at the most." Camille muttered something that sounded like agreement. I leaned down to help her get up, and as she moved, her left breast came out of her blouse completely. I looked up and saw Grant's eyes nearly popping out of his head as he leered at the dark pink of her nipple, which became hard immediately as the air touched it. I pulled her blouse back over it, feeling my dick rouse again as my hand made contact with the wonderfully yielding flesh of her breast. "Let's walk them out, okay?" Nina asked. "You can help her to the car." I hadn't realized how stuffy the club was until we made it through the front door. The night air felt wonderful, and brought to life my wife's nipples. I had one hand around her waist, and as I looked down, I realized that I had inadvertently pulled her mini-skirt up almost to her waist. The dark tuft of hair that she left around her pussy was visible through the lacy panties. Moving to smooth her skirt back down, I wondered what kind of an effect all of this was having on Grant. The thought crossed my mind that I should probably go home with her, but since Grant was going to be back so soon, I knew that nothing would happen between them. I put Camille into the front seat of Grant's car, and leaned across her to fasten her seat belt. Her eyes were already closing. I took the opportunity to fasten one of her buttons, feeling that supple flesh again in the process. "Well," Grant said. "I'll be back right away. Take good care of my wife." I handed Grant my keys so he could get Camille in the house, then watched him drive away. Turning back to Nina I said, "Well, should we go dance some more?" "Not just yet. It's so warm tonight. Let's stay out here a little longer. There's a little park across the street with a bench." I was so infatuated with this little Latina that I would have agreed to walk to Paris. We ended up across the street, sitting beside each other. She rested her hand lightly on my thigh, almost as an afterthought. I put my own hand on top of hers as we sat, enjoying the night. "Grant is such a pig," she said. The comment surprised me. Especially since it seemed to come from nowhere, but was so full of feeling. "Why do you say that?" "Don't pretend that you didn't see how he was drooling over Camille." "Especially when her blouse slipped," I said, with a chuckle that was mostly nervousness. "Oh, God. I'm glad she's drunk. Maybe she won't remember that," Nina said, with a slight giggle of her own. "You trust them, don't you?" "Of course. Besides, Grant said he'd be right back." She shrugged and let her head rest against my shoulder. "I guess." We sat there for a few minutes. I watched the people coming out of the club, bathed in the lights of the parking lot. Sitting where we were, I knew that they couldn't see us, so it was a little like spying. Suddenly, I felt Nina's hand moving out from under mine. I thought that she was just taking it away, but I soon realized that it was travelling up my leg. I felt torn. Part of me wanted to protest, but another part of me - probably the part that her hand was moving toward - wanted her to keep going. I looked down at her, but her eyes were looking down at her hand, so I couldn't see her face. I could only see her raven black hair. I leaned in closer to smell her hair, when she suddenly moved her head to look up at me. She hit me pretty hard on the nose, startling both of us, and bringing us out of whatever reverie we may have been in. For my part, the sudden departure of pleasure and onset of pain made me jump off the bench. "Oh, God. I'm so sorry, John," Nina said, so quickly that we both started to laugh. "Nothing's broken. No harm, no foul, I guess." I tried to smile, but it felt a little lame. I was too busy wondering what her hand would have felt like as it grazed against my crotch. "I, uh, I guess we ought to go back in." "Just let me tie my shoe first." Nina proceeded to put her foot up on the bench, allowing the slit in her skirt to fall completely open on the side, and revealing her leg almost to the hip. I can't say for sure, since I was too busy staring at the dark skin of her leg, but I think she took her time tying that shoe. She fiddled with the slit in her skirt, straightening the seam I think, and pulled it open a little farther. For just a second, I could see the hot pink color of her panties, but then her leg was down, and we were moving back toward the club. I had to restrain myself from just grabbing her and kissing her as we made our way through the darkness and back into the light. The brief scent that I had gotten of her hair still lingered in my nose, enticing me. The floor of the club was packed again, so we were in each other's arms for the second time that night. Her full breasts pressing against me, and her hands on my neck, were bringing me to new heights of desire. My own hands moved slowly up her sides, brushing lightly against the sides of her breasts, then back down and around her waist. "This is," she began, then stopped. She looked down, seeming embarrassed. "This is what?" I asked. I could hear the lust in my voice as I spoke. I hoped that she couldn't. "Intense. But, John, you know that nothing can happen." I felt a lump in my throat - from nervousness, or longing, or sadness - I'm not sure which. I swallowed it and replied, "I know it can't, Nina. Grant's my friend. You're my friend. And there's Cammie to think of, too." "Right," she said. "It would make things too weird. But, please keep moving your hands on me. I love how it feels. Grant will enjoy it later, too, when I take out my sexual frustration on him." We continued to dance to the music, the smell of her hair intoxicating in my nostrils. After a few minutes, a slow song started and we moved even closer together. I had kept my hands mostly on her back and neck, but as her body pressed against mine, I became a little bolder. I moved my hands slowly over her hips, down to her ass, and back up again to brush the sides of her breasts. I could feel her body moving against mine, and her hands were moving down to my ass, too. I tried to think about Grant and Camille, but my mind could only seem to focus on Nina and how her body felt so good against mine. I allowed my hands to move more toward the front of her on my next pass up her body. My thumbs almost touched her hardened nipples as they passed. I heard her breath catch for a moment in her throat. My hands continued up to her neck, my fingers tangling in her hair. I felt my resolve weaken, and I pulled her face toward mine. I didn't feel any resistance as our lips met. Our tongues were soon exploring each others mouths, her breath in my mouth and her hands on my waist, pulling me even closer to her. As we moved apart, she whispered, "Let's go back to the park. I need some air." Air was the last thing on my mind, but I knew that it wasn't on hers, either. I felt a twinge of guilt as I thought of Camille, of the betrayal of trust that I was about to commit. I knew that it would crush me if she were to do what I was about to do. I also knew that I had gone past the point of no return. I couldn't stop now, and I didn't really want to. Nina and I crossed back into the darkness, both of us seemingly out of control. The first tree that we came to in the park, I pushed her against it and kissed her again, more thoroughly. My hands were on her ass, her breasts, her thighs, entangled in her hair. I could feel her body moving against mine in a delicious rhythm of longing and anticipation. I slipped my hand inside her blouse as we kissed and made my way up to her breasts. Her silky bra was covering them. I started to slip my hand around to unfasten it, but she broke our kiss. "What's wrong?" I whispered. I didn't trust my voice to speak out loud. She smiled, her teeth very white in the dark, and said, "Nothing is wrong. It's just that it hooks in the front." Then she pulled my mouth back to hers, and my hands continued their exploration. I unfastened her bra and let my fingers trace their way around the bottom of her breasts. I could feel her breathing increase as my hands slipped under the bra and my fingers glanced across her nipples. The warmth and weight of her breasts in my hands was incredible, and I felt another surge of longing filling my body. Nina pushed me gently away and in one fluid movement she pulled her shirt up over her head. Her breasts hung down, the nipples seeming to peek at me from under the cups of her bra. She moved back into my arms and I slipped her bra off of her shoulders and let it fall to the ground atop her shirt. I bent slightly and planted soft kissed on her neck then worked my way down her breasts. I gently sucked on one nipple while my hand worked on her other. Nina slid her hands down my chest and pulled my shirt off. I glanced toward the club, wondering if we could be seen from the parking lot. There were a few people standing near their cars and talking, but nobody seemed to be looking toward us. However, if anyone looked up, we were only a few feet from the sidewalk, and they couldn't have missed seeing us. Nina took my face in both her hands and kissed me deeply. "Don't worry about anyone watching," she whispered. "If we're going to do this, we might as well let the world see." Her chest was heaving as she breathed heavily, and I could feel her breasts brushing against me with every inhale. "I've never wanted anyone so bad. I want to feel you inside me." She kissed me again. I felt her hand slide down into the front of my pants, her slender fingers wrapping intoxicatingly around the shaft of my cock, which leapt with a life of its own at her touch. I reached down to her side, my fingers searching for a way to get her skirt off. I finally found the buttons and unfastened it, letting it fall to her feet. She pulled her hand out of my pants and slipped out of the pink thong that I had glimpsed earlier when we were at the bench. Then she stood naked, looking down for a moment, letting me see her body. My eyes feasted over her nakedness, looking at her shaven pussy and her dark nipples. Never taking my eyes from her, I removed the rest of my clothing. She made a noise deep in her throat, almost animalistic, then pulled me toward her. We kissed again as our naked bodies met; the feel of her skin against me in the cool night air almost overwhelmed my senses. Her hand slipped around my dick again as we kissed and she began stroking me slowly. I glanced toward the club once more and saw that a few people were now watching us. None of them were being too obvious about it, but they definitely had their eyes trained on the park as they conversed. They probably couldn't see much detail, but our actions would let them know pretty clearly just what was going on. Nina pushed me down on the grass then straddled me, her hands on my chest. I could feel the heated wetness of her pussy as she slid her body back and forth on top of me. With one finger she traced a slow path from my chin to my navel, following her finger with kisses and the occasional soft bite. Her teeth pulling gently on my flesh and the feel of her hair gave me goose bumps. I was so filled with desire that I felt like I would soon explode, and the people that I knew were watching us was the last thing on my mind. She continued to slide her wet slit over my rod as she kissed me, moving so that the tip of my dick was covered with her moisture, then slipping her body down so that I could feel her wetness on my balls. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, she reached down between her legs to lightly, delicately grasp my dick. She lifted her body up and pointed my cock up at her pussy, then slowly lowered herself until just the head was inside her. She moved forward and down, so that I didn't slip any further in or out as she rested her entire weight on me. Her full breasts were in my face, and I flicked my tongue across her left nipple before lightly tugging on it with my teeth, then sucking it deeply into my mouth. I could feel the muscles in her vagina contracting as I moved my left hand up to pinch her right nipple between my fingers and continued to bite and suck on the other. "Oh, God," she whispered, as she slid her body down mine, engulfing me with the warm cave of her cunt as she moved. She slid slowly back along my shaft. Inch by inch, my cock slipped back out of her, feeling every nuance of her pussy as she moved along my shaft, until just the tip was still inside her. Then our bodies were moving together in that timeless rhythm. She had her arms under mine, her hands in my hair. My own hands were exploring her body as she continued to move on top of me. They made their way along her sides to her ass, then back up her back and plunged into her hair. Her breath in my ear was like warm puffs of steam. The movement of our bodies seemed both eternal and all too brief. The feel of her body on top of me, her breath in my ear, the warmth and smell of her arousal, and the feel of the grass on my back was driving me toward the brink of orgasm. I glanced toward the club and saw that there were now ten or twelve people watching us. Nina sensed that I had looked, and whispered, "Are they watching?" Her breath came in short little gasps, as our pace increased. She was actually turned on by the thought of someone watching her. I tried to speak, but at first, no words came out. She had pushed herself up slightly, and her breasts were penduluming above me as our hips continued to move together. "They're watching. The guys are watching you, Nina. They want to see you cum." A Night Out Ch. 1 of 2 She moaned as I said it, confirming what I had suspected about how she liked it. I went on talking, trying to keep my mind away from the orgasm that I knew was approaching. "They want to hear you scream. They want to see your pussy filled with my cum. They want to watch you fucking me and wish that it was them." Nina cried out at that thought, then she started to moan and the pace became fevered as our bodies and minds were lost in the moment. She screamed as she came, her body moving roughly over mine and her teeth biting into my shoulder. I could feel her nails on my neck as she called out my name again and again. Then I lost all sensation of everything besides the connection between us as my own climax came like a freight train. I seemed to feel my whole body fill with pleasure and a pounding throb of gratification in my cock. As my juices started to shoot up inside her, she came once more, moaning softly in my ear. She lay on top of me for a moment, breathing gently in my ear, then slowly pushed herself up. She continued to sit on top of me for a minute, my dick starting to shrink, but still inside her. She stretched her arms up over her head, giving the crowd in the parking lot a wonderful view of those amazing breasts. There was an appreciative whistle from across the street. "How long since Grant left?" She asked, as she climbed off me and stepped over to the small pile of her clothes. My mind suddenly started to spin. What if Grant was back and had seen us from the parking lot? We'd danced for quite awhile, and we'd sat in the park before that. It had all taken quite a bit of time. I tried to keep my voice even as I replied, "I don't know. At least an hour, I guess." She slipped the skirt on, then her bra and shirt. She stooped and picked up the panties, then dropped them again, giving me a little smile as she did it. "Maybe he had car trouble," she said, watching me dress. I was more worried that he was already back and looking for us, but I didn't mention it. "Let's just go back over there before he gets back." Nina grabbed my arm and turned me to face her. "John, no regrets, okay? What just happened between us was wonderful, and I don't want to remember it with guilt, or with anything but happiness." I nodded, not sure how I would feel about it when I'd had some time to reflect on it, but willing for the time being to let it go. "Okay. Happiness," I agreed, as I started to lead her back to the club. Back, once more, into the light. The group that had been watching us had mostly dispersed. I saw another couple - I thought that they had been in the group of voyeurs - making their way across the street toward the park. "Grant is probably doing to Camille what you just did to me, you know," Nina said as we found a quiet table far from the dance floor. "The way he was looking earlier... Well, let's just say that I've seen that look before." "I don't think so. I don't think Cammie would go for it." Nina just smiled and shook her head, giving me a look that said I was naive. "She's talked about him before. We've talked about each other's husbands. Of course, I never thought it would lead to anything, and I don't think she did either." I was still trying to think of some sort of response when Grant returned, a slight smile playing about his lips. "So, did John take care of you?" "Definitely." Nina said, with only a slight smile, then asked "What took you so long?" I couldn't believe how casual she sounded. Considering what we had just done, I'm sure that I couldn't have sounded so nonchalant. "Had to stop, cause Cammie got sick. She's ok now, I think." "Sorry about that, man," I said. I never called Grant "man" and I was sure he'd be able to read the guilt all over my face. Instead, he just laughed and said, "Hey, taking home drunk women is just a perk of being the designated driver. Right?" A Night Out Ch. 2 We have decided to meet and rent a cottage at the beach. Driving together to the cottage we decide we should stop and get something to eat, knowing if we wait until later we will never leave the cottage. It's getting dark and we spot a seafood bar and go in. It's a dark, casual place and tonight they have a band playing island music. The place isn't very crowded and we sit in a corner booth. It's happy hour and Long Island ice teas are on special and since we're within walking distance of the cottage, we decide why not? After too many rounds to count, you begin kissing my neck and running your hand up my thigh under the table. I lean back against the booth. I open my eyes and notice a woman staring at us. She is nonplussed by the fact that she has been caught staring and her gaze never leaves us. At first I am uncomfortable, but the feel of your lips on my neck and your arm around me soon makes me forget her stare. The band finally starts to play and we go out on the dance floor. The music is loud and rhythmic. I'm obviously having fun dancing and in my state of intoxication I have lost all inhibitions. I notice the woman staring again and this time she smiles. She is alone and I tell here to come on and dance with us. We all dance together, laughing and having a good time. Giggling we move so that you are in between us and sandwich you in. She is behind you and I in front and your obvious state of arousal is poking me in the stomach. I can only imagine how much this is turning you on, but I am surprised at how much I'm turned on. After much dancing the band takes a break and we all go to our booth and quickly down more drinks. The woman introduces herself as Cindy. She is a few years younger than we and is a striking woman. We go to the restroom together and as she reapplies her lipstick I can't help but notice her face and body. She is a good head taller than I am with long legs and body. I assume she is Italian from her curly, short black hair and her deep brown eyes. What my eyes keep going to are her full lips and her small, but firm breasts. She is braless and I comment on how nice it must be to be able to not have to wear one. She responds that yes it is nice, but that she would much rather have large breasts like mine. We stand in the mirror and there is such a contrast between us, and yet there is so much in common. She comments on what a hot guy you are, Jack, and I tell her that even that is an understatement. I am trying to undo the back of my necklace because my hair has become tangled in it and she offers help. She stands behind me and gently moves all my hair off my neck. I stand waiting to feel her hands on my necklace, but instead I feel her gently pressed up against me. I am startled and turn around to face her. My face feels hot and I don't know what to do. She looks down at me and slowly brings her face down to mine. I am numb and can not move. My eyes are open watching her as she softly kisses me full on the mouth.... Waiting for my reaction. Sensing that I am aroused she inserts her tongue partially into my mouth and I in kind touch her tongue back. The feeling is incredible and I feel as if I may pass out. But I come to my senses and in my state of confusion tell her we need to get back out to you. I come back to the booth and Cindy slides right in next to me, leaving me in the middle. I quickly down another drink and you can sense that something is different. You ask me, "what's wrong, babe, are you okay?" I reply yes as you and Cindy continue talking. The band begins playing and Cindy's attention is diverted to the dance floor. I am leaning against you and your hand is again on my thigh. Moving closer and closer to my pussy. Soon you realize that I have forgone the panties and as your fingers slide into me, I close my eyes and you kiss me deeply. In my dreamstate I realize that there is a hand on my other thigh. I try to sit up but your mouth and fingers keep me there. Suddenly you stop kissing me.....you must have realized there was another hand there. I watch as you and Cindy smile at each other and you move back to kiss me. At this point there are two hands between my legs and I spread them wider. There are fingers fucking me and fingers massaging my clit.. You keep your mouth over mine to stifle my moans and knowing how close I am to cumming you begin to finger fuck me faster as my ass begins to move against your hand. This sensation is too much for me and I cum hard against your hand and moaning loudly into your mouth. You give me a hug and Cindy gives my thigh a squeeze. I run a hand to your cock to find it rock hard and a wet spot on the front. At the same time, we all suggest going somewhere else. We laugh and decide to walk the block to the cottage. Upon arriving at the cottage, you suggest we try out the hot tub. Cindy and I begin undressing as you go to the kitchen for cold beer. I am nervous under her gaze. Women are critical of one another and I wonder what she is thinking. I slide down into the warm water and watch her. She has small, firm breasts with dark brown nipples. For some reason this is a turn-on for me and my mouth waters. My stare continues down her body to her dark mound. She slides down into the warm water and moves over to me. There is total silence. My heart is pounding and I can hear her breathe. She leans forward and slides her tongue into my mouth. I suck on it hungrily. She moves her hands to my breasts and cups each in her hands. I am so turned on I hold her head between my hands and kiss her hard. She puts her arms around me and pulls me close. She is so soft......no wonder men love women so much. I hear a splash of water and discover you in the hot tub sitting next to us. I reach over and take your hand in mine and put it on Cindy's breast. She leans over and kisses you deeply while my hand runs down to your cock. I move her over towards you. She stands between your legs looking down at you. My eyes are drawn to her dark bush and with out thinking I take my hand and slide a finger into her. She gasps and I withdraw my finger and taste it. She tastes almost the same as I do and I slide my finger back in and out again......this time putting my finger in your mouth so that you can taste her too. I can tell how turned on you are and I am enjoying it so much. Just watching your face is a huge turn on. I know this is a fantasy for you as well and I want it to be every thing you ever dreamed of. I take your hand and move it to Cindy's pussy. You slide your fingers inside and she falls into your lap. Cindy leans forward to kiss you.... It's so erotic watching you kiss her while you move your fingers inside her. I move over to her and lean her back against me, holding her. You continue to finger fuck her and I lean down and kiss her deeply...loving the moans I hear from her. I know exactly what she is feeling. I can tell she needs to cum and I reach down and grab your cock and rub her clit with it. You take your cock and slowly slide it into her pussy. She puts her hands on your shoulders and leans back, grinding on your hard cock. I am licking her neck and move my hand down to finger her clit as you fuck her. I am so into this. I can't take my eyes off your face and you sense that I am as close to cumming as Cindy. You move your hand to my pussy and slide in two fingers. I close my eyes and I hear you both moaning and breathing heavy. Your fingers are fucking me faster and I feel your thumb on my clit. The moans are getting louder and I hear a scream as I cum against your hand, realizing that it is my scream I heard as I slide back down against the side of the tub. I hear the two of you moving towards orgasm, but I am too spent to move. The next thing I know I am sitting in between the two of you. Your arm is around me and Cindy suggests that we all are turning into prunes, maybe we should move to the bedroom. We agree and she leads me into the room by the hand. I lay down on the bed and Cindy places herself between my legs. I look down in total silence as I feel her tongue tracing the lips of my pussy and I can feel myself becoming wet. I moan and spread my legs wider and close my eyes. I feel you lay down next to me and your lips and tongue on mine. My hips are moving as Cindy tugs and sucks on my clit. You move your hand down to my pussy and hold my lips open for her and I feel her fingers move inside and find my g-spot. I arch my back and scream into your mouth as your hand holds me down so I cannot escape from Cindy's tongue. I feel your hand move up to squeeze my nipples and it is enough to send me over the edge and I cum against Cindy's mouth and tongue. Cindy moves up and we all share a kiss. You roll her over onto her back and move down between her legs, pulling me down with you by the hand. I have never been this close to a pussy before and am not quite sure what to do. You move your tongue into her bush and then turn to look at me as if to show me how. I repeat what I just saw you do and I instantly feel as though I have been doing this all my life. I now understand why you love it so much too. I find her clit and know exactly how to make her cum...I mimic what you have done so many times to me. She is starting to move, but I put my hands on her hips and hold her down. I feel your hands in my hair and hear you whispering in my ear. I am in another world and cannot hear what you are saying, my only goal is to taste this woman and make her cum. It's a wonderful feeling and I feel even closer to you for it. In a moment's instant I feel Cindy tighten up and my tongue and lips are flooded with her slippery cum. I wipe my mouth with my hand and feel you behind me pushing me up onto my hands and knees. Cindy moves out from under me and turns around under me, my pussy over her face. The sight of this must be too much for you because you slam your hard cock into me. Cindy sees your cock pumping in and out of me and she glues her lips to my clit. I can feel your balls slap my ass and your hand in my hair....pulling my head around to kiss me. You pull your cock out and I feel your head between my legs, your tongue competing for my pussy. You straighten back up and I feel Cindy's hands on my ass, spreading the cheeks apart and your tongue on my asshole. This feeling is incredible and I am out of my mind in ecstasy. Just when I think it can't feel any better I feel your cock slide into my ass and your hands on my waist. Cindy's arms are firmly clamped around my waist as well and her tongue is furiously moving on my clit. I hear your deep-throated moans behind me and I know that soon I will feel your hot, sticky cum flowing down my legs. I am trembling and shaking, my arms collapse as I scream out in orgasm. I feel your cock swell inside my ass and slam in deeper as you groan out in orgasm as well. You roll over onto your side and pull me over with you. We are covered in sweat, too spent to move and we drift off to sleep. A Night Out Ch. 2 of 2 Camille's story As they left the club and the cool night air hit her, Camille started to regain some control. She hadn't had much to eat, so the alcohol had gone right to her head. She vaguely remembered dancing for her husband - could there have been other people around? She knew that there must have been, but they just hadn't seemed important. John said something to her, but her mind couldn't quite grasp what it was. She became aware of his hand on her hip. As it slid slowly up, she could feel the cool night air blowing softly across her thighs, and then she could feel it on the wetness of her panties. Dancing with John and the feel of his hand on her was making her hot. She realized that her skirt was all the way up to her waist, and that her panties must be clearly showing. John must have realized what was going on because he pulled her skirt back down. Camille glanced up at Grant and saw him looking at her crotch. She trusted Grant, but she still felt a little nervous about the fact that he was going to be taking her home by himself. John put her seatbelt on, then she felt his hands at her breasts for just a second. He was fastening her buttons, but it sent a tingling feeling almost like electricity through her body. The car doors closed, enveloping her in darkness as the dome light went out. In the warmth of the car, she grew sleepy once again, and relaxed. Soon she felt her thoughts fragment as she drifted off to sleep. After a time, she wasn't sure how long, she sensed that the car had stopped. She could feel the fabric of the seat on her ass, and realized that she had slumped down, pulling her skirt up as she did so. She peaked out of a slitted eye and saw that they were stopped at a red light. She noticed that Grant was glancing at her as he waited for the light to change. Her panties were pretty much see-through, so he was getting a pretty good look at her, too, she realized. The small patch of pubic hair that she didn't shave was clearly visible through the panties. She didn't want to just suddenly pull her skirt down and embarrass him - besides, the thought of being a little naughty intrigued her. She felt the tingle run through her body again as she thought of Grant looking at her. As the car moved forward, Camille let her legs spread apart a little bit more. She continued to pretend that she was asleep as the car weaved through the thin night traffic. She kept her eyes slitted open so that she could see if she was having any effect on Grant. As she slid one hand up her thigh and over the swell of her breast, she noticed his eyes widen. She had to fight to keep herself from grinning at his reaction. She let her hand slip into her cleavage, pulling her blouse down to reveal her breasts a lot more. As she stretched at the fabric, she suddenly felt a button give way under her hand. She almost swore out loud, as she realized that her breasts were all but falling out of her top. If she moved her hand at all, she was sure that her right nipple would be revealed. She considered just sitting up as if she had just woken up, but she was enjoying herself a little too much. Probably still tipsy, she thought to herself. Besides, she didn't think there would be any harm in showing a little skin to her friend. Grant hit the brakes a little hard and she slid forward, her arm falling from her chest. Her right nipple slid out of the opening in her blouse, hardening immediately. Camille could feel her heart hammering in her chest at the thought of Grant being able to see her like this. Her face felt flushed at the thought of exposing herself to someone other than her husband. She realized that the hand, which had slipped from her chest, was now in her lap, only an inch or two from her pussy. She wasn't sure if it was the new experience of flashing, or an effect of the alcohol, or possibly the fact that she had sometimes fantasized about Grant, but she wanted to touch herself. Grant turned onto a dark street and pulled to the curb. He put the car gently into park, then just watched her. Camille twisted in her seat, spreading her legs more in the process and letting her right breast fall completely out of her shirt. Grant shifted in his seat, and Camille realized that he was adjusting because he had an erection. She felt a sense of power at the fact that she was turning him on. She felt like maybe things were getting out of hand, but she also didn't want to stop teasing him. She moved her hand up to her soaked panties and let her fingertips brush against the fabric. She wondered if Grant would try to touch her, and if she would let him. He reached for her, but put his hand back down. He seemed to be having a battle within himself. She felt some of the same thoughts herself. Should she let her husband's friend touch her? She realized that she wanted him to. She wanted to feel his hands on her. She didn't want to go all the way, she wouldn't hurt John like that, but the thought of being touched was driving her crazy. She moved her hand up to her breast and pinched her nipple, sending a small wave of pleasure through her. She moaned, as if she were dreaming. She was trying everything she could think of to give Grant the courage to put his hands on her. She suddenly felt her seatbelt release, and realized that Grant was moving closer to her. Camille wondered what was going on as Grant leaned across her body, stretching his hand as if he was about to open her door. Then, he reached down and reclined her seat. Her left hand fell to the floor of the back seat. Her right hand, which had been on her breast, slipped to the other side, pulling her blouse even more open as it went. Grant let his hand brush up her side and ran the back of his fingers against her hard nipple. Her hips moved involuntarily at the sensation, and she could see Grant's thin smile at her reaction. He gently unfastened the final button of her blouse, and pulled it aside, exposing both of her breasts. Camille wanted to pull his face down to them and make him suck on her nipples, but she was still trying to keep up her act. Grant seemed to read her mind and he flicked his tongue across her left nipple, then blew on it, making it almost painfully hard. He looked up at her face and realized that her eyes were open. He jumped up suddenly as if someone had bit him. "I... I, uh," he stammered. She took his hand and put it back on her breast. "It's ok." Grant would have removed his hand again if she hadn't held it on her. "It's just touching, Grant. Nothing more than that. It's innocent. Mostly," she said with a mischievous smile, hardly believing that the words were coming out of her mouth. Grant didn't say anything, but his hand began to massage her breast again, and his mouth came down to suck on her other nipple. Camille ran her hands through his hair, moaning when he nibbled on her sensitive nipple. She looked out the car window and realized that there were people passing the car. An elderly man was standing nearby and appeared to be trying to sneak peaks at them. The street was fairly dark, and she didn't think he could see much. Grant moved his hand from her breast down her side. He moved it toward her pussy, but then slid it down her thigh. Back up again, almost making contact with her clit, but again moving his fingers aside at the last instant. Camille could feel her desire growing as he continued to tease her. His hand moved from one thigh to the other as his mouth continued to work its way over her breasts and nipples. Suddenly, Grant slid his hand up directly between her legs, the palm of his hand pressing lightly against her swollen lips and his thumb brushing her clit. She nearly cried out as her hips leapt at his touch. She could see that the elderly man was standing closer to the car now. He was leaning against a signpost, and not looking directly at them, but Camille knew that he was aware of what was going on. As long as Grant's mouth and hand kept touching her, though, she didn't care who saw them. She pulled Grant's face to her own and kissed him deeply. His fingers toyed with the leg holes of her panties, teasing her again as he did so. He was almost tickling her, as he worked his fingers inside first one leg of the flimsy material, then in the other. She wanted to reach down and rip her panties off so that he would have access to her cunt. She suddenly realized that she was going to let Grant do whatever he wanted to her. She no longer even wanted to stop him. She still felt love for only John, and didn't want to hurt him, but lust seemed to be filling her as Grant's fingers played over her thighs. She finally felt his hand grasp the waistband and pull the panties down. She raised her hips up, giving the man outside the car a spectacular view in the process. Her breasts tilted up toward the streetlights behind them and her pussy almost even with the bottom of the window. She saw the old man smile as he watched. Although she hadn't ever really considered herself an exhibitionist before her little striptease for Grant, the thought of this stranger looking at her turned her on even more. With her panties now down around one ankle, she spread her legs even more for Grant. As his fingers found their way to her clit, she moved her right hand down and shoved two of her fingers into her soaked cunt, moaning as they penetrated her. Grant continued to fuck her with his fingers as he kissed his way down her body. He couldn't bend enough in the constraints of the car to kiss anything past her stomach, so he made his way back up to her breasts. As his lips closed around her nipple, Camille orgasmed suddenly. The feeling of his fingers rubbing inside her pussy as his palm pressed against her clit sent her over the edge. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Don't stop, Grant! Oh, don't stop, don't stop, Ohh!" She cried out as the waves of her orgasm rode over her like a warming fire. Grant slowed his rhythm as he sensed her subsiding. He brought his hand, smeared with her juices, up to her breasts and rubbed it onto her nipples, then slowly licked it off. Camille tried to reach his cock, wanting to touch him and share her pleasure with him, but again, the car didn't allow much movement. "I think it's your turn," she said. Grant slowly pulled away from her chest. "Um, the steering wheel is kind of in the way. And this seat doesn't lay back," he told her. "Besides, we, uh, aren't alone." His eyes motioned toward the man outside the car. Cammie looked up and saw that there was also a couple standing a few feet from them. Probably drawn by the sound of her moans. Camille thought for a minute. She wanted Grant, but she couldn't be unfaithful in her own home. She finally said, "Drive someplace dark, I have an idea." Camille sat up, pulling her skirt down and covering her chest with one arm. She waved and smiled at the elderly man as they pulled away. As Grant drove, Camille continued to tease him. She would press her breasts together, pinch on her nipples, and pull up her skirt so that he could see her pussy. She slipped a finger inside herself, then used her other hand to continue massaging her breasts. She had often teased John like this on long trips, but the thought of doing it for someone else was exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. "If you keep that up, I'm going to have an accident," Grant said, only half-joking. "If you don't pull over soon, I'm going to go crazy." Grant suddenly turned into a parking lot. It was empty, but very well lit. Not exactly the dark place that she had asked for, but Camille didn't really care. Looking around, she realized that it was a parking lot for the junior college. He pulled the car behind a building so that they were hidden from the street. As soon as the car was in park, Camille reached over and rubbed Grant's cock through his pants. She slowly ran one finger up the length of his shaft, and unfastened the button on his pants. Grant had been right about the steering wheel, though. His car just wasn't big enough to give them space to move. Camille let the blouse fall off her shoulders, then turned and opened her door. The cool night air made her nipples harden instantly. It almost felt like she had put an ice cube on each one. She closed her door and walked around to Grant's side of the car, wearing nothing but her blue mini-skirt and her short leather boots. Her panties fell off her ankle as she was climbing out, but she just left them. Grant opened his door and swung his legs out. He was about to get out of the car, but Camille kneeled in front of him. She put her hands on his thighs and slid them slowly up to his crotch. She leaned forward and grabbed the tab of his zipper with her teeth, then pulled it down very slowly. Grant wasn't wearing any underwear, and his cock popped out almost in her face. She pulled his pants down and off, then wrapped her hand around his cock and began to slowly squeeze it. She lowered her mouth again and, using just the tip of her tongue, traced a line up the underside of his dick. She slowly swirled her tongue around the rim, then slipped him into her mouth. She didn't usually enjoy giving head, but seeing how worked up she could get Grant was really turning her on. She continued to pump him with one hand and her mouth, swirling her tongue all over the head of his cock. She moved very slowly, wanting to tease him a little as he had teased her. She heard a sound behind them, but she didn't stop. If it was people, she didn't care - she just wanted to feel Grant slip into her. The noise did sound like voices, but they stopped suddenly if that's what they were. Camille slipped her free hand down to her pussy and used her fingertips to lightly brush her clit. She was very close to cumming again and was a little surprised by how wet she had remained. She could sense that Grant was getting close to shooting his load, but she wasn't ready for that, so she gripped the base of his penis tightly and slowly sucked her mouth up and off the tip. She looked up into his disappointed face and smiled. "Come out here, Grant. I want you in me. I want you to fuck me." Grant didn't need to be told twice. Camille stepped to the back of the car and laid over the trunk, spreading her legs and keeping her feet on the ground. The cold metal against her nipples brought her another new sensation of tingling and desire. Grant slipped his fingers down the crack of her ass to her wet slit. He played with the lips of her cunt for a second, then she felt his cock slipping into her. As Grant stood up with his dick inside her, he nearly lifted her off the ground. Camille felt the fabulous sensation of being filled by his warm, hard rod and nearly came at once. She moaned and looked back at Grant over her shoulder. She noticed that they had drawn another small crowd. Three guys were standing about twenty feet away, watching them intently. Two of the guys were wearing college sweatshirts, and the third was holding a Styrofoam cup. All of them were just watching, jaws open, as Grant pounded her from behind. Even as she watched, more people started coming across the parking lot. She wanted to tell Grant to stop, but she knew that they were both beyond the point where that would be possible. One of the people in the crowd wore a waitress uniform, and she realized that the cafe just down the street had closed at midnight. The college kids were known to hang out there and they were now coming back to campus. Camille closed her eyes and forgot all about the people watching her. She didn't care about anything except the way that Grant was making her feel. He had his hands on her breasts, squeezing them as he thrust into her. Each thrust of his cock felt like it would lift her off her feet. She couldn't remember ever being fucked so hard. She started to moan and call out as Grant's cock beat its way into her like a wonderful heartbeat. Grant took his hands away from her breasts and grabbed her hips, pulling her back into each thrust. Sliding one hand down to press against her clit, Camille saw the edges of her vision blur as the orgasm swept through her like a brush fire, then another orgasm struck like an inferno. Her body felt like it was exploding with delight when Grant came inside her. Camille felt her body trembling as the orgasm's aftermath passed. Her vision cleared and she was again aware of the crowd around them. As Grant slipped out of her, she pulled down her skirt and quickly walked around the car. Grant grabbed his pants and, not even bothering to put them on, quickly drove away among a chorus of whistles and some applause. Camille could feel her face turning red at the thought of all the people that had just seen her. Grant gave her a sheepish smile as they drove out of the parking lot. He was blushing, too, she noticed. "Well," he said, "I guess now I know what a porn star feels like." "Yeah. Not a career I'd want." Camille glanced over at his still semi-hard cock and added, "although, you seem to be dressed for it." They both laughed. "No regrets, right?" Grant asked. "No. It will be a memory that I cherish, although I'm sure it'll go to the grave with me. But, what are you going to tell John and Nina when they ask why you were so late?" "I'll tell them that taking home drunk women is all just part of being the designated driver," Grant replied with an enigmatic smile. A Night Out Ch. 3 It's a Friday night and we have made plans to go out to dinner, but at the last minute to your dismay you find you have to meet a client down at one of the local malls. You ask if I'd mind coming with you and that you'll make it up to me later and I say, "Of course, I don't mind!" We arrive at the mall and I tell you to go on ahead and take your time because this gives me a chance to do some shopping. You tell me you won't be long and give me a kiss and a squeeze on the ass. I laugh and tell you to come find me when you're done. Since I haven't had a chance to shop in a while I'm like a kid in a candy store. I immediately head for the shoe store because a girl can never have too many pairs of shoes. I find a pair of black pumps with 4-inch heels. I know what you're reaction will be when you see them and I smile. The thought of your reaction inspires me to continue shopping and finish the ensemble that I have begun. I next head for Victoria's Secret. Hmmm, decisions decisions. I finally settle on a black lace push-up bra, matching thong and black thigh-high stockings. I look at myself in the mirror and can't believe how the color makes my skin look even whiter, but it's a striking effect and I know it will be appreciated. The bra makes me look even more endowed and gives me definite cleavage. I leave the store and of course almost run into you. Naturally Victoria's Secret is the first store you tried to look for me in! You ask me, "What's in the bags?" I laugh and tell you nothing much. You keep wanting to know, but I refuse to tell you. Finally, knowing that I'm not going to tell you, you say, "Well, as long as we're here, do you want to get something to eat or have a few drinks?" I am starving by this time and say, "Yeah, that's a good idea." We go and eat and have a few drinks. You tell me about your client's meeting and we loosen up and have a good time. Finally we decide that it's about time to leave and I ask if you'd mind if I stop at one store to look at a dress I'd seen. You jokingly protest about shopping, but quickly agree to come with me. I find the dress. It's a royal blue velvet minidress with a very low neckline. I tell you I need to try this on and that it will only take a minute. It's a quiet night in the mall and in the store and the clerk gives me the key to the dressing room and tells me to call her if I need her. You follow me over and I go inside to try the dress on. There is no "ceiling" in the dressing room so that we can make small talk back and forth as I try the dress on. After a few minutes I crack open the door and say, "Hey, honey, can you help me with this zipper?" You come over and once you get to the door, I whisper, "C'mon, in here...she'll never know." You quickly come in the small room with me. I ask you what you think as I spin around in the dress. It takes you a minute to speak. My breasts are almost spilling out of the dress and with my new heels on and short dress I look like I'm all legs. I don't wait for an answer. I move to you and crush my mouth against yours. The smell of your cologne, the mirrors on all the dressing room walls and the chance of getting caught is making me woozy. Your hands are all over me and I want to just drop to the ground and fuck, but I have another surprise for you. I turn around facing away from you and lean my hands on the walls and slightly spread my legs. You move behind me and run your hands under my dress. You are somewhat surprised to feel bare ass against your hands and grab the dress and pull it over my head. Even I am turned on when I look in the mirrors. I am braced against one wall. Black bra, thigh highs, heels and, of course, the thong. You mutter in a coarse voice, "Oh, my god, Liz." I say, "Now, you know what was in the bags." You stand and stare for a moment, but soon are on your knees behind me. I spread my legs wider as your tongue moves over my ass and thighs. You reach up and pull the thong off. This is making me so hot watching you. With all the mirrors I can watch you from every angle as your tongue makes the trip to my now drenched pussy. Your tongue makes it's way up to my asshole and as if that's not enough I feel you slide two fingers deep into my pussy. I bend over more to give you better access. You begin to fuck my ass with your tongue and my pussy with your fingers. This is torture for me because I know I can't make any noise lest we get caught. You stop, wanting to tease me longer. You stand and turn me around leaving me leaning back against the wall. Your mouth moves to mine and I taste myself on your lips. You lick and gently bit your way down my neck to my breasts. You reach into the bra and bring them out over the top of the bra. My nipples are so rock hard they almost hurt and the first gentle pull of them by your mouth is all I need to orgasm. My hands are in your hair and I am pressing your head to me as I come down from my orgasm. But you are not done with me yet. You kneel back down in front of me and put your hands on my thighs as you look up at me while I watch you. There are no words between us, but we know what we each are thinking and wanting. Your tongue quickly finds my clit and I watch this "movie" play out in the mirrors. I don't even recognize myself standing with stockings, heels and breasts pulled out of my bra, but the sight of you burying your face in my crotch is awesome and the urge to scream out is so strong. My knees are bending as my hips are slowly trusting against you. You put your hand on my stomach to keep me there and I put the back of my hand against my mouth as I explode. You take me into your arms and slowly kiss me. Giving me your tongue deep into my mouth and I in return suck the sweetness of my cum off of it. I sink to my knees and unzip your pants and free your hard, wet cock. I eagerly suck you deep into my mouth and I can feel the tremble run through your thighs. You move back against the wall and hold my hair firmly in your hands. Your breathing has become rapid as I hungrily suck hard on you. You open your eyes and see this vision in each mirror and groan and pull me up by my hair. You bring your mouth down hard on mine and suck my tongue deep into your mouth. You need to cum and turn me around facing away from you and put my hands up on the wall. One hand is on my waist and your other hand is gripping your aching cock as you bend your knees and shove yourself into me in one hard thrust. I bite my lips to keep from screaming and brace myself for your forceful thrusts. I look into the mirror and my eyes find yours as you fuck me hard and fast. I can tell you're near the edge when you reach your hand around to finger my clit as you pound into me. The first feel of your hands sends me into a spasm. Feeling my pussy contract on your cock is all it takes for you to shoot your cum deep into me. We stay in this position for a moment trying to regain some composure and slowly stand more upright. Your hands continue to caress my breasts, belly and thighs as we hear a voice outside the room saying, "Is there anything I can do to help?" Stifling back a laugh, I stammer out, "No, thank you." I say to you, "Well, honey, do you think I should get the dress?" We laugh and you help me put my thong back on and I decided to just keep the dress on. I go and pay the clerk for the dress and she says, "Have a nice evening and come back and see us." You say, "Oh, we'll cum alright." I grab your hand and pull you hastily out of the store where we collapse in gales of laughter as we leave the mall.