0 comments/ 39687 views/ 3 favorites Crowded Room By: LadyLee She walked into the crowded darkened room, the music pumping; it was her friends costume party. Her costume was ingenious, a schoolgirl innocent yet at the same time sexy. The tartan skirt ending 5 inches above the knee, her white knee high stockings shimmered in what light was in the room, not that anyone could see but under that skirt was a white silk and lace g-string. The matching bra could be noticed under the flimsy white school shirt she wore. Her hair a glowing red tumbled in a mass of curls around her shoulders. She was a sight to behold. As she wove her way through the seething crowd, she bumped into a solid figure, as she looked up she saw a distinct yet handsome man in an air force uniform. The drink he was holding made a wet path down the front of his shirt. As he looked down to see who caused the spill, his breath was stolen from his body, He thought she couldn’t be more than 5 feet tall, He had to look down from his height of 6 feet 6 inches just to be able to see the exquisite creature in front of him. Just as suddenly as she had bumped into him he was shoved from behind and stumbled forward which knocked her backward. To stop her from falling she clung to his jacket and at the same time he swept his arms around her. He pulled her hard against him, pressing himself into her yielding warmth. Her eyes flickered upwards a small smile gracing her lips as she pressed herself more firmly against the growing hardness in his pants. Gently but restlessly moving her hips against him. The growing need in them both spiraling out of control. He moved his hand slowly down to rest upon one of her breasts and squeezed the supple flesh in his hand, which elicited a small moan from her. Her small hands moving down his back to rest on his ass. He bent his head and his lips found hers in a kiss that ignited a fire low in their stomachs. He moved his lips away from hers and trailing light kisses from her lips to her ear. He whispered "follow me" and led her through the crowd into a deserted bathroom. Claiming her lips again in a soul-searching kiss he then went down on his knees stripping and kissing her on the way down. He kissed, licked and nibbled on her breasts and nipples before trailing kisses down to her puss His fingers searching and sliding between her moist nether lips to find her clit, rubbing her as his tongue finds her hot wet hole. Diving into it he licks and sucks till she reaches an orgasm. He slides 2 fingers deep into her finger fucking her till she is crying out for release. After cumming she sinks to her knees while he stands and unzips his pants to pull his cock out. She starts kissing and licking the length of his cock before slipping the head into her mouth, sucking softly on it as she glides her head down to the bottom of his shaft till every inch of him is embedded in her mouth. She sucks on him till he pulls her up and bends her over the sink. He guides his cock between her pussy lips and into her hot wet hole. Filling her with is hard cock he drives into her while she begs him to fuck her harder. Complying his hips is a blur and her pussy wall grips and squeezes his cock and as she starts cumming he pumps his sperm deep into her pussy. He pulls out, kisses her on the lips and walks out leaving her in a pile on the floor. As she lies they’re recovering another gentleman walks in and sees a disheveled young lady on the floor. Clearly having just been fucked he turns and locks the door. Walking over to her he drops his jacket hearing her protests, which he cuts short as his mouth covers hers in a searing kiss. His fingers slides down and he presses 3 into her and starts to finger fuck her. Again she tries to protest and again they are cut short as he presses his cum covered fingers into her mouth. And makes her clean them. He repeats that and by the time all of the cum from the first guy has been scooped out and fed to her she is no longer protesting instead she is begging for more. He strips off his pants and lies on the floor telling her to straddle him so he can eat her while she sucks on him. Making her cum 3 or 4 times with his mouth. He lifts her and lies her on the floor on her back; he lifts her legs over his shoulders and presses his cock into her pussy slowly. She is begging for more but he continues moving in and out in long slow strokes. He is driving her crazy and as he feels himself coming close to cumming he starts fucking her hard and fast plunging in one more time before pulling out and flipping her over and presses his cock into her ass. She screams as she cums and he fucks her ass deep before pushing in one last time and shooting his cum deep in her ass. He pulls out gets her to suck his cock clean, dresses and leaves her on the floor, cum leaking from her bruised and battered ass. Crowded Room The place is crowed as usual. People. People of all sizes, ages, and shapes. All seemingly talking at once. Talking about this and that, mostly about nothing of any importance. I’m sitting at a table next to the wall with my friend James who touches my wrist to get my attention and yells something in my ear. I cannot hear him. I turn. He is pointing at a woman at the bar. Long legs, tight skirt. James is almost panting. “Gawd, James. Go talk to her and leave me alone.” I go back to surveying the room. Just looking at people. Then for just a moment, the standing crowd opens and I see her sitting there. Her hand on the drink on the table in front of her doing much the same that I am. She is dressed in a short black skirt and lavender blouse with a neckline that plunges down to reveal the cleavage between her ample breasts. Her hair is dark and falls below her shoulders. For just a moment our eyes meet. She smiles then her eyes pass on. The crowd closes around me again, but I can still see her occasionally through the crowd. Breasts heaving, partially covered by her long, dark hair. Her funky shoes at the end of her bare legs crossed to hick her little black dress up to reveal her upper thigh. I stare at her crossed legs. Then again our eyes meet through a break in the milling crowd. Just then she crosses and uncrosses her legs to reveal the skin farther up her legs under her skirt where she plainly is wearing nothing. Her shaved mound visible for just a moment. Then she is lost again in the crowd. Someone is yelling in my ear again. It’s James pointing out another woman he is too shy to meet. I turn to look. Nothing of interest. She looks very much like a hooker. I look at James and roll my eyes, shake my head. “If you want it, I hope you have the cash, James.” I get up and work my way though the crowd to the men’s room. It too is crowded. But the wait is short and soon I’m standing in front of a urinal relieving my swollen bladder thinking about the dismal evening. Standing the with urine streaming from my bladder I think about the regulars out there in the lounge. Same uninteresting people. Same brainless airheads I find so tiresome. Same idle chat about this and that and nothing at all. It is all so boring and predictable. Little Miss Blonde-Everyone’s-Fucked- Her smiling over her glass slowly moving her shoulders so her perky, paid for, breasts gently rub against your arm, smiling, hoping you will pay her bar bill and be repaid the same way others have been repaid before. Then there is Miss Tease-But-Never-Fuck glowering in the corner. Her mental fences in place around the corner table where she resides. Gently rubbing her left nipple, smiling at every guy in the place and daring them to come close enough to feel the sting of her bite. Turning from the urinal without washing and pushing the door open I stepping out of the men’s room, I see her again emerging from the ladies room across the hallway. Our eyes meet for a moment. She stops. Smiles. I extend my hand. She takes it. I turn and lead her down the hallway away from the lounge towards the darkened end of the hallway leading to the storage room. Her hand is warm. I put my arm around her waist. At this she seems to shudder then calms and continues walking towards the dark. At the storage room door I stop and turn to face her. I tighten my arm around her waist and push her against the wall. My hands on her breasts feeling her hard nipples through the light material of her blouse. Her mouth opens and I hear a soft moan. My hand slide under the hem of her short skirt, between her legs. She is not wearing panties and my fingers feel her, clean, smooth shaven pussy. Her wetness tells me she is excited. Her mouth opens wider and she kisses my mouth hungrily, her hand fumbling with my fly. I hook my right arm under her left leg and lift it up as high as my waist. Her hand is on my swelling cock, stroking it, guiding it towards her hot, wet pussy. As my hard cock slides into her wet pussy she makes a little sound as if her breath is being sucked in quickly. Her arms slide around my neck. Her breath hot on my neck. My hips pressing hard against her driving my cock deeper into her pussy. She raises her other leg and locks her ankles behind my back as I thrust deep inside her. Her head is thrown back, mouth open. He breath coming in gasps in time to my thrusts. I can feel my cock growing even harder from the stimulation. Driving ever deeper into her. I can feel the load of cum growing in my balls. My cock begins to throb. The muscles around my asshole begin to contract as I send my load deep into her pussy. She screams as the muscles of her pussy crush my cock as spasm after spasm wracks though her.. As I release her from my grasp, she unlocks her ankles… and slides down the wall to her knees. She takes my cock in her mouth and began sucking and licking every drop from me. When she was done she stands leaning against my chest and kisses my cheek. Smiling, she said, “I’ll be waiting for you at home, dear. That was such a rush and I told you we wouldn’t get caught.” Smiling, she walks down the hall towards the main room. I knew what I was in for tonight now that one of her fantasies had been fulfilled. Tomorrow night what will it be? Crowded Room Of Desire He walked into the bar, not really knowing why, just that he had to be here. It was larger on the inside then it looked like from the outside, and the number of people there surprised him. This was more then a bar, it looked like an upper class lounge, and it was very dark. Darker then most bars. Music was playing, people were mulling around with drinks in their hands. A few couples were on the dance floor, moving sensuously to the music. He walked to the bar, sat on a stool, and waited for the bartender. Looking around, he noticed something else unusual. The tables had tablecloths on them that reached to the floor. There was a large mirrored ball that hung from the ceiling above the dance floor, that sent sparkles of soft light slowly around the room. Nothing unusual about that, he thought. The bartender asked what he was drinking tonight and he ordered Scotch on the Rocks. Looking around as he sipped, he noticed more people coming into the bar. Some came alone, as well as couples. It looked overly crowded and he wondered how many more people were going to stop in. There must be something special going on here tonight, he thought to himself. Turning back to his drink, he noticed a large mirror opposite him that covered the entire wall. "What kind of place is this?" he thought. Then he saw her in the mirror. So did every other man in the bar. She walked in alone. Tall! Blonde! Built! Stunning! She wore a short, but not too short, tight, low cut, black dress, and she wore it with style. Her long legs were curvaceous and he felt himself stir. This was a woman he had to meet! He watched her look around the crowded room and walk toward the only empty seat left, but she didn't just walk....she glided. She held her head up, her shoulders back, and her ample bosom led the way. This woman had breeding and class written all over her! The table was in an out of the way corner, not to far from the bar. He left his stool and walked to the table, arriving at the same time she did. He held her chair out and she looked at him and said, "Thank you," as she was seated. Her voice was low...throaty....and sexy. He estimated her age to be between 45 and 50. Older then himself. Older women turned him on. They are at their sexual peak, have experience, and are not afraid to ask for what they want. She also had a wedding ring on her finger. Perfect! he thought to himself. Looking at him she said, "Waiter, will you please bring me a gin and tonic." He looked at her with a grin that only enhanced his good looks, and said, "I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm not the waiter." "Oh, please forgive me, I just assumed." "Forgiven," he said, "But now I seem to have a problem. When I moved from the bar to hold your chair out for you, someone took my stool. It seems like I have no where to sit now. Since this is the only table with an empty chair, may I join you?" She looked around, looked back at him, flashed him a knockout smile, and said, "Yes, please have a seat." He complied, called the waiter over, and ordered a drink for her, as well as one for himself. Offering her his hand, he said, "Hello, my name is Tom." She shook his hand and said, "How do you do, Tom, my name is Kristen." He held her soft hand a moment longer and said, "Pleased to meet you, Kristen." "My pleasure," she said, as she gently pulled her hand away. He thought he saw her blush, and he liked that. They talked as they sipped several drinks apiece. She told him her marriage was over. There had been no sex for a long time. Her husband just was not interested anymore, so she decided she was going to go out looking for what she needed. Both were feeling mellow, when he asked her to dance. Since it was very crowded, they had to walk single file to the dance floor, he behind her, watching her hips swing with each step. He felt his cock stir. The dance floor was extremely crowded, so he held her close, delighted with the feel of her breasts against his chest. His arm around her waist. She was almost as tall as he was, and he was over 6 feet. She was nice to hold. He recognized her perfume as Chanel # 5. This lady was class all the way! Halfway through the dance, she put both her arms around his neck, and laid her head on his left shoulder. He buried his face in her sweetly scented hair. Damn! She smells good, he thought. They stood together, barely able to move. People were shoulder to shoulder at the bar and on the dance floor. She lifted her head, looked at him, lowered her eyes to his lips, and kissed him, barely brushing her lips with his, over and over again, until he took her lips and devoured them with his mouth. She sucked in her breath and he groaned. Their tongue's sought each other's and they explored. She sucked his tongue and he felt himself harden. She felt his cock on her stomach and her heart began to pound. The sensual kiss ended. He took her arm and led her off of the dance floor, pushing their way back to the table. He held her chair to seat her, and when she was seated, whispered in her ear, "Kristen, I want to make love to you." Her eyes were dreamy and her face was flushed. He didn't know if it was from the drinks or from passion. He didn't care. All he knew was that he wanted her, and he wanted her now. What he was thinking was risky. He looked across the room, it seemed even darker now, more crowded, music playing loudly, everyone into their own thing, and not paying attention to anyone else. When he looked back at her, she seemed to read his mind, and nodded.....yes. She pulled her low neckline down even lower, revealing the most beautifully shaped, and milky white breasts he had ever seen. His cock was so hard it hurt! He slumped down in his chair, and very slowly slid under the table, where he was completely hidden by the tablecloth. She had slumped down in her chair until her pussy was right on the edge. Her short dress was hiked up to her waist and her long legs were spread. She had no panties on. He buried his face between her legs and teased her with his tongue. He loved the smell and taste of a woman! He opened her wide and did figure eights with his tongue across her clit. He heard her gasp as he plunged his tongue all the way into her hot, wet, pussy. His tongue fucked her relentlessly, until he felt her stiffen, and then he stopped. She whimpered her frustration and protest. He smiled as he licked her juices off of his mustache, savouring it. She had laid her head on the table and lifted the tablecloth just enough to give him easy access to her breasts. Two white globes for his pleasure and for hers. Her hard pink nipples invited him to feast. He did, with abandon! He suckled each one separately and together. So tasty, so soft yet firm and lovely to fondle. He drew each nipple to its full length. She was squirming in her chair now. He could hear her moans and heavy breathing, just barely over the noise in the room. He pinched each hard nub between his thumb and forefinger, as he once again, lowered his head to her pussy. He took her distended hard clit into his mouth and sucked it deep, and furiously, while rolling, and pinching each nipple. She exploded with such intensity and jerking, that he thought he would lose her clit, but he held on, driving her crazy. He could hear her cries of pleasure, and it pleased him to know that he was responsible for her ecstasy. When she began to relax, he stuck his tongue deep inside of her, and sucked, and licked her dry. Wiping his face with the tablecloth, he sat back down in his chair. She made herself presentable, and was smiled a most satisfied smile at him. He nodded 'yes' at her and she slipped under the table. He felt her unzip his pants and reach in for his cock. It was so long, and so thick, and so hard, that she had difficulty removing it. When it was free, she gasped at his size. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen!! Perhaps 11 inches long and 4 inches around. He knew what she must have been thinking and he grinned. Starting at his balls and working her way up, she put her hot....wet....tongue on his cock, and licked it the full length, time after time, until she had licked every glorious inch of it. He was as hard as steel! He gasped, and then moaned, when he felt her dip the tip of her tongue into the tip of his cock to taste his precum. She was making circles around the head with her tongue....faster....and....faster, then sucked, teasing him with her suction. She stopped, and he felt her kissing...licking....and sucking his balls. He moaned and almost fell out of his chair. She stopped again, and he wondered what she could possibly do next! He felt her hand on his cock, stroking it. Long....firm....slow strokes. He wanted to cum, but took long....slow breaths....to prolong this pleasure. She put as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, and sucked it deep and fast. She took him to the back of her throat and his hips moved to meet her as he fucked her throat....in and out...in and out....in and out. He couldn't stand this sweet torture any longer and capturing her head with his hands, holding it to him, he spurted hot cum down her throat. He didn't want it to ever end! He was still hard! Still hot! Beside himself with lust for her! He slipped under the table too. She was on her knees, just the way he wanted her, with her head and arms on the chair for support. Her bare ass was high and he could see her wet pussy. The entrance to paradise. He entered her an inch at a time, feeling her slickness, her tightness, and warmth, enveloping his throbbing cock. Her inner muscles grabbed him and pulled him in....deeper....and....deeper. He imagined her eyes getting bigger and bigger as he entered her. So huge was he. He gave her the rest with 0ne hard thrust, and heard her cry out with pleasure. He laid his upper body on her back, reached around and held her breasts in his hands, then began to thrust in earnest. He was so hard! She was so wet and tight!! He fucked her. Fucked her hard! Pumping! Pumping! She met each thrust, wanting all of him inside of her. He felt his balls tighten. Felt that familiar sensation of release coming. He reached up, grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her head back, as he pounded her without mercy, his balls slapping her ass, fucking her like an animal!! He felt his orgasm rising and filled her with his hot release. He lay there, on her back, until he could breath again, then removed his cock from her, watching his ejaculate run out of her beautiful opening, then used the tablecloth to wipe her off. They righted themselves, sat back in their chairs, and smiled at each other. She's even more beautiful now, he thought to himself. He brought the back of her hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly. She stood, smoothed her dress over her shapely figure, took a step toward him, gave him a searing kiss, and walked away. He never saw her again, except in the wee hours of every morning, in his memory.