2 comments/ 59084 views/ 4 favorites Anonymous Sex By: bilover67 As I lay in the bed silence is all around and all pervasive. I know you are on your way. And I know my wife, Lucy, is sitting on the couch and reading a book; awaiting your arrival... I am awaiting your arrival. Naked. Tied by the wrists to the head of the bed and blindfolded I lie beneath the comforter. My cock is raging in anticipation. In anticipation of what? It is unlikely to be satisfied tonight. Tonight is your night and I have not even seen you. Silence, nothing but silence. A car drives up. My heart hammers and my cock throbs. I am so scared and so thrilled. I cannot wait and I cannot bear the idea of your arrival. The car passes. I could have sworn it had stopped. But no, on it goes into the night. Who will you be? What will you look like? I know only that you are uncut and small, five and a half inches, your listing said. And that you are slim and gay. That is all, that is enough. Another car and this one is not driving past. A car door slams followed after a few seconds by a tap on the front door. Hunting so hard for clues, even that is a good sign. You knock gently, not smashing the door down. I am happy you are the gentle kind. Lucy opens the door and I hear murmured voices and then steps on the stairs. The bedroom is darkened. I hear Lucy tell you to undress and I hear a shirt unbuttoned, pants fall to the floor. But nothing more. All I have are my imaginings. I can see Lucy looking you over. Will you do for her man? I hear Lucy's shirt unbutton and fall and know that the answer must be yes. Soon I know that she is naked too. This is to be a feast. The top pops on the bottle of lubricant. No one will hurt me while Lucy is there to protect. A gasp from you tells me she is taking matters into her own hands to ensure you are as you should be. Gay or straight, a lubed hand's a lubed hand and as she gently pulls at your tool and coats, covers you in the lube you gasp again. A moments silence and then the covers are slowly pulled back leaving me naked and bound and I can feel two pairs of eyes on my body. Lucy I know approves but you? Well, you haven't run screaming... Lucy straddles me with her butt towards my face and lifts my legs. This is what was planned, what was to be to give me what I have so desired for so long. I let it happen for that is the point, that I should be supine and taken. I long to lift my head as Lucy begins to slide her ass towards my face but I will wait. It's not my place. Before too long, though it seems too long, her pussy reaches my chin and I slide out my tongue to connect with her clit. She tastes sensational. Like... well, like... like pussy. There's no other taste like it. She's wet and ready and I try to make my tongue into a cock for her and she moans. Down at the other end of me she has taken more lube and spreads it slowly up and down my gaping crack. It is cool and delightful. Her finger gently rims me and pushes the lube a little way into me but only a quarter inch for that is your place. Lucy slides her way a little further up my body and says quietly "Now, be gentle". And you are. For a second there is nothing, Lucy lifts up off the bed until she is sitting on my face. She holds up my legs by the ankles and spreads them. Then nothing for a few seconds and then I feel the warmth. You have rested the head of your cock an eighth of an inch from my asshole and are balancing it there, not quite touching and I can feel the body heat. Then it touches, so lubricated with lube and precum. It pushes slowly, slowly and gently and you probe into me. There is no pain for I have had plenty of stimulation to relax my sphincter and you're a pretty small guy. I can take it. My hands grip the sides of the bed and you slowly, so slowly push your full length into me. You say nothing but you are so gentle, so patient. My body relaxes but my hands are clutching and my cock is rigid like a flagpole, I can feel it is bigger than ever before. Lucy can tell I am in need of her and she bends to me and licks the head of my dick, pushing her tongue slowly into the eye and making my squeal. Then she closes around the length, still so slow and sucks, gently pulling the precum from me with her mouth. You meanwhile have begun to slowly rock. In and out, in and out. I can feel you beginning to tense. I can feel Lucy start to moan. I can feel my cum begin to swell. Can we really do it? Can we really all come together? My ass is on fire but it is a fire I don't want to put out. I want to open more to you, to allow more of you in and then I feel your hands on my buttocks tighten and I sense your back arch and I am filling up, filling with warmth, filling with joy. And I come, Lucy does not like to swallow and she senses and takes me from her mouth and uses her hand to shoot my cum where it will. She has little control as she herself is locked in her own orgasm, wracking and shaking her body. Slowly I feel you withdraw leaving me used, dripping and sticky, happy and fulfilled. Filled full and emptied. Lucy gets off me and I hear you pick up your clothes and the two of you tread the stair. Soon there will be love in Lucy's arms and next week it will be our turn to pay YOU a visit. This is just a fantasy. ALWAYS use a condom! Anonymous Sex Good morning, folks. Lucas Brown is the name. A tall, good-looking young Black man from Georgia. I attend the prestigious Georgia Tech Institute of Technology on an academic scholarship. My dad Derek Brown is a policeman. My older brothers James and Nicolas are firemen in Atlanta. Our mother died giving birth to yours truly. We all live in a nice duplex together down in Atlanta. That's as far as the façade of normalcy goes in my life. Underneath the mask of intellect and responsibility, I'm a sexual hedonist constantly on the prowl for sexual adventures of the extreme kind. Yeah, that's me in a nutshell. I got a question for you. What gives you pleasure? Maybe you like to play a sport, watch television, surf the Internet or write. Traveling might be your thing. We've all got some form of special interests. For me, my special interest has always been anal sex. I'm obsessed with it. It's a time-consuming fascination. You could say that I've got an anal fixation. It's a craving that I will do anything to satisfy. I've always had this deeply personal and decidedly special interest. While it's considered taboo in some places, it's something I have enjoyed many times, with women of all races, shapes and sizes. I must seek out partners willing to participate in this act. I have no other way to fulfill my needs. This fascination of mine has led me many places. Like the bedrooms of women from here to Calcutta. Presently, I'm in the bathroom at Dunkin Donuts. I'm standing there, with my pants down. And I'm not alone. Postured on all fours is some woman I met a few minutes ago. She works at this place. We clicked and decided to hook up. Turns out she's into the same things I am. Her name is Trish, or so she told me. She's a plain-faced, green-eyed, plump woman from Dayton, Ohio. New to ATL. We just met and already I'm doing her. Trish is biting her lip as my hands grasp her large breasts. Her plump body shakes, and not from any southern earthquakes. Nah, she's quaking because of my hard black dick which is currently buried in her asshole. I thrust into her, hard and fast. Truth be told, I'm not even that attracted to Trish. She's not my type. Then again, I don't have a type. The only requirement I have when dealing with a woman is that she needs to be into anal sex. That's all I need. Oh, and a fine butt helps but that ass has got to be willing to get penetrated. I don't much care about her personality, looks, special interests, career or history. I don't even care about her health. She could be Miss Congeniality or the Wicked Witch of the west. It's all the same to me. Sex with me is a want, it's a need. No more emotion attached to it than a trip to the can. All I want is her ass, for a few moments of pleasure. I always get my way. So, I bent Trish further down so that her big butt stuck in the air as I rammed my cock down her dark tunnel. She grunts as I fuck her ass. All around us is the disgusting smell of the women's bathroom. Yes, the ladies room was messier than the men's bathroom by far. The only reason we're here is because the men's room was occupied. I stopped playing with Trish breasts and placed my hands on those wide hips of hers as I continued ramming my cock down her asshole. Oh, man. This was the stuff right there! There's nothing in the world I love more than to thrust my cock into a big woman's extraordinarily tight butt hole. Yeah, big women have the tightest backdoors in the world. That's why I love them so much. Oh, by love I mean the backdoors, not their owners. Don't get it twisted. As I explored the anal cavity of Trish, she furiously masturbated, thrusting her fingers into her sopping wet pussy while getting drilled in the ass. I watched her pleasuring herself, a curious thing to watch, to be sure. Oh, well. Pussy play has never been my thing. I much prefer the back door. I continued fucking that ass of hers, hard and fast, until its vise-like tightness proved too much for me and I finally came, sending my seed deep inside her. Trish gasped as my seed erupted within her. Her body trembled some more and I held onto her tightly as delicious spasms rocked us both. She turned around and looked at me, a wicked smile on her face. I grinned. Yeah, this was fun. Grinning, I pulled out of her, then pulled my jeans back up. Silently, we readjusted our clothes and left the ladies room. As we exited together, some old woman who was sipping on her coffee gave us a horrified stare. I winked at her, and headed for the door. Trish went back to work. In all likelihood, I would never see her again. And you know what? I'm absolutely fine with that. We had a good time. It was mutually beneficial. We don't need to get all up in each other's businesses. We don't need to mess with each other's lives. It was a good time. A half hour of fun. That's it. Let's move on. People need to get over their personal blockage and hang-ups when it comes to sex. That's the way I see life. Sex is just sex. A physical need no different from urinating and defecating. It simply has to be done. With my good looks and appeal, I find no shortage of partners and that's fine by me. Having indulged my midday lust, I'm heading back to the dorm to prepare for tonight's Criminology class. I've got a test to prepare for. see how easily I slide away from a random sexual encounter and back into my usual digs? If all men and especially women on this planet could do the same, the world would be a better place. Less crime and definitely less stress. Oh, well. Got places to be and things to do. See you around, folks. Anonymous Sex I met my best friend Mike at the club on Saturday morning, just as we'd been doing every Saturday now for the past several months. But unlike every other Saturday since we'd been meeting there, there was something different about the way Mike was acting, which included the almost goofy looking smile on his face. "Ok, spill it!" I told him as we went into the locker room in preparation for taking a shower and heading home again. "What?" "You KNOW what!" I responded somewhat irritated, as it hadn't been the first time I had questioned him today either. But each time that I had, he merely shrugged his shoulders, though that same damn smile had remained. "David? To begin with, you wouldn't be interested even if I told you for one, and for another, you wouldn't believe me either!" I felt like punching him in the face, but I didn't. "Listen Mike, in all the years we've known one another, never once have you kept anything from me, and as I recall, I've never kept anything from you either, which includes that time when your then fiancé' approached me about having a fling with her just two weeks before you two were to be married remember?" That had indeed been a trying time for him, as well as for me. I had been honest with him about it, completely so. Admitting that it had been a hard temptation not to succumb to, especially when Janet had come walking out of the bedroom she and Mike were then sharing, entirely naked, and obviously horny as she'd approached me wanting me to jump her bones. It had gotten worse when I'd declined, and when she immediately accused me of being the one to approach her about fooling around, which Mike in the beginning had nearly bought into, nearly ruining our friendship. Thank God I wasn't the only one she'd approached, another friend of a friend informing Mike of his future wife's promiscuity that finally opened his eyes, and caused him to cancel the entire wedding just days before it was to have happened. "You'll think I'm crazy," he continued, still trying to get out of telling me anything, which was making it worse as I was now more curious than ever. "I already know you are...but then, so am I for having you as a friend in the first place, so spill it!" I said once again, now seriously contemplating actually punching him if he didn't. One of the guys we'd been playing a little two on two basketball against had just then walked into the locker area. Mike cocked his head towards the showers without speaking, reaching down grabbing his towel off the bench and headed towards them as I followed. The fact Mike was giving this such a secretive aspect to whatever it was he'd gotten himself involved in, suddenly worried me, causing me to wonder if he'd done something foolish enough to be borderline illegal or something. I couldn't for the life of me even begin to imagine what it was, especially when he remained silent, still hesitant to say anything as he stepped into the shower turning the water on. "So no one can hear what I'm about to tell you," he said speaking just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the shower, which only served to make me even more nervously worried than I had been. "Yeah?" He was grinning again too, but when I clenched my fists as I stood there standing next to him, he finally began telling me. "I had the wildest, craziest sex I've ever had in my entire life last night," he finally said. And for that, I nearly did hit him. "Jesus fucking Christ Mike!" I yelled at him, "I thought you were going to tell me you'd gone out and robbed a bank or something!" I said fully irritated now. "That's the big fucking secret and the reason behind that idiotic smile on your face?" "Not entirely no..." he said ducking around behind the shower pole just as I did swing at him. "I'm serious Mike, I think you've lost it," I said stalking him, though had anyone come in to the shower area just then, they'd have thought we both had. "It was anonymous sex," he said simply, stopping me cold as I stood there glaring at him. "Excuse me?" "Best fucking sex I've ever had David, and I have no idea who they were before during or afterwards either." "You wanna run that one by me again?" I asked. "What the fuck are you talking about? You mean you didn't get her name or something? Shit Mike...even I've done that!" "Their names," he said still grinning effectively shutting me up as I stood there mouth agape listening to him. "And not only that...I have no real idea of what they even looked like, nor do they have any idea of who or what I look like either!" he further added. "And like I said, it was more exciting than it ever was even with Janet as wild in bed as she was." "Or out of it," I thought to myself without saying it. "Ok, you've got me totally fucking confused, so why don't you humor me, and start at the beginning here before I really do knock your fool head off!" "Ok, I know this is going to sound really...really weird." "It already does," I said interrupting him, receiving an exasperated look in return, though he continued. "Ok, you know Brian, who would have been my future brother yes?" I had met him once, actually liked the guy, especially when he'd all but disowned his own sister after learning how she'd managed to fuck up her wedding with Mike. "Yeah, sure," I confirmed nodding my head. "Go on..." "Well, he called me last night, guess he'd heard how I have been mopping about these past few weeks ever since Janet and I broke up." Which was true as Mike had been, even though I had in fact tried my level best to shake him out of it, which was why I was more than a little surprised to see him far more cheery, smiling the way he had been all morning long without telling me why he was. "All he said was, was if I wanted to experience something beyond my wildest dreams, that he'd pick me up in an hour...and that I was to have my recent health certificate in hand when I met him." "What? Why?" "That's what I said, but I'll get to that part later. Anyway, he soon picked me up and drove me to this parking lot downtown. There were several limos' there, and we soon got into one of them. The windows were all tinted black so you couldn't see outside at all. I thought it was pretty weird, but Brian told me the whole purpose was so that no one would know where it was we were going, and that the reason for that would become perfectly clear afterwards." "Clear is what I'm still waiting for," I said still somewhat annoyed even now, but also becoming curiously interested about where all this was going. "We must have driven for nearly an hour, though there was plenty to drink inside the limo which certainly helped to pass the time. But eventually we arrived, pulling up in front of this enormous mansion that must have been worth millions! Anyway, Brian had already filled me in to some extent, telling me that some eccentric Billionaire with a voyeuristic fetish had been having this kind of wild party once a week now for several years, and that it had grown and grown into something enormous. One of Brian's clients had actually told him about it, so Brian had gone to see for himself just the week before, and now had invited me. It didn't cost a thing to go, which was certainly nice, and with the limo ride, free booze, and the totally and completely safe sex requirements being one of just a few rules, I figured what the hell and decided to see for myself what it might be like after everything Brian told me about it on the drive up." "Go on..." I said simply, now totally enthralled about what I was hearing, yet still finding it just as Mike said I would, to be borderline believable. He did so. "There was a list of rules we had to read and agree to in signing, once we did, we were then given a mask we had to wear at all times while inside the house." "Rules?" "Yeah, the first being the mask, the second being that no one was allowed under any circumstances to try and talk to anyone else in attendance, or try to find out who they were. If anyone was caught doing that, they'd be immediately asked to leave and never invited back again." "Silent sex?" "Well, not quite...the sex itself was anything but silent, quite wicked in nature actually, but no one was allowed to just chat like they were trying to get to know one another or anything like that. And thirdly, no one got naked in front of one another, once everyone had arrived, the men and women were then divided up into groups and led off towards the dressing rooms. Only then did everyone take everything off, except for the masks of course." "Of course," I said once again somewhat frustrated, as Mike seemed to enjoy dragging everything out. "You want to hear what happened after that or not?" he said giving me an ultimatum, which I quickly backed away from in my attitude. "Then what happened?" "Well once everyone is naked, we were led into this enormous room, it was comfortably furnished, plenty of refreshments, though the lights glowed red, giving it a really eerie like atmosphere, but was yet sensual in a way, even though I now found myself standing in a room filled with nothing but other naked men just like myself. But the really interesting part was, this wall that was standing there." "Wall?"" "Yeah a wall...with all sorts of holes in it, which the purpose for became immediately apparent just a few minutes after we'd begun entering. Obviously there wasn't enough room for everyone who was there at once to use, so Brian and I held back watching everyone else." "Do what?" Mike grinned that damn fucking grin again. "I'm just getting to that." I sighed an exasperated sigh, but he continued. "That's when we saw all these luscious looking tits starting to poke through our side of the wall, that...and a few arms and hands through other available holes, and as I soon learned, more than a few available pussies to be touched and explored through some of them as well. Not to mention the one's that the guys began sticking their own dicks through." "Glory holes?" I asked. "Yeah, I guess that's what they normally go by, but it just wasn't guys sticking their dicks through them like you and I have both seen, the women were certainly doing it too, along with arms and hands in some of them. And like I said, there was a LOT of nice looking, differently sized tits being poked through a bunch of them, so the wall when we first saw it before all that started happening, sort of reminded me of a big piece of Swiss cheese, but now I understood why that it did." "Yeah, now I can see and imagine that," I told him. "Anyway, like I said, it was wild...amazing what it felt like, not knowing who was on the other side of that wall or what they really looked like. Even in the sitting room when we all came in and gathered, there was such a mix of people there, a lot of the women even with the masks on looked damn nice, so you couldn't help but wonder, but wonder is all you really could do, as there was no contact made or even attempted as we sat waiting for the last people to show up. Once they all had, like I said, we were then split up to our own side of that Swiss-cheesed wall!" Mike went on to tell me how Brian had told him the eccentric Billionaire who owned the place and lived there, had some secret vantage point up above where he could see down into both sides of the room. And since the ceiling was in fact mirrored, he was no doubt sitting up there enjoying himself the entire time, he and a few very selected guests who he would sometimes invite up to sit with him and watch the spectacle below. "Fuck!" I finally relented, though I still couldn't begin to imagine even the half of it. "Anyway, that's why I've been grinning all morning long, so now that you know...you interested in going back with me next weekend?" And then...I was grinning. # It was just the way Mike told and explained it to me. We'd gone to the parking lot, got into one of several limousines, arriving at a specific time we'd been told to, and then departing only moments later, doing so as to keep anyone from seeing or bumping into anyone else who would also be arriving. I had read and signed the form, put on my half-mask covering everything from my nose upwards, and then waited in the large waiting room along with everyone else, which was eerily quiet as we all sat, sipping our drinks in silence. Yes, there were plenty of smiles, nods of heads, and I did notice a few hand signals that did seem to be going on, perhaps a way of communicating and letting someone know who it was that they might be enjoying behind the wall. By the looks of several women who were there, it promised to be a very interesting night indeed, so many attractive women, though there were also a few who were a bit overweight perhaps, though even the thought of that aroused me as I wondered how that might affect the festivities of the evening since everyone would have no idea of who it really was sticking their dicks or tits through the wall to be fondled and played with during the course of the evenings adventure. And like Mike had said he and Brian had done, the two of us held back momentarily, watching as men and women on both sides of the wall approached one another. Some men immediately sticking their pricks through a few of the holes, waiting their respective turns to be played with in one way or another, several women doing the same, an array of different sized tits, nipples suddenly poking themselves through, anxiously awaiting to be fondled as well, as were also a few suddenly dark holes that alerted the men some woman had positioned herself with her cunt easily accessible, and since the wall was thin, yet solidly built, it wasn't at all difficult to see one of the guys kneeling down licking at whoever's pussy had appeared there. I watched and noticed two openings in the wall suddenly appear. Obviously the wall was designed to meet several differently sized shaped pairs of tits, along with various heights as well, as holes opened and closed periodically in different places along the wall. I happened to be the closest one standing to them when they did, and decided to take advantage of that fact the moment those wonderfully full breasts began to fit themselves through, though as big as her breasts were, even using what was obviously the largest holes, she had a difficult time getting them through. Immediately, I walked up, grabbing each one and sensing a welcomed greeting on the other side of the wall as I did so, now thumbing the hard erect nipples which greeted me, hearing a pleasured sigh from the woman on the other side of the wall, though neither of us spoke a single word while standing there. I soon began sucking them as well, alternating back and forth between the woman's breasts, her dark pink nipples puckering even harder than they'd first been. "Pinch them!" I did hear her say, which somewhat startled me, but as long as the communication back and forth remained erotic in nature, then it was indeed permissible to speak. And so I did, standing there pinching them, hearing her as she told me to do it harder, and then harder still, now twisting them as I pulled on them, surprised and delighted that she could tolerate it as I did, yet obviously finding it pleasurable while I did so. "Now chew on them a little," she urged me, and slap them!" Hers weren't the first tits I'd seen another man slap. Many women seemed to enjoy it, as did the men, hands spanking a tit here or there, some harder, some softer than most, but if anyone didn't like whatever they were feeling, it was a simple matter of stepping back and closing the portal. Few did. "Let me see your cock," I heard the sultry sounding voice asking me. I looked down, found a hole that was perfectly at my height directly in front of where she was standing. I triggered the little button next to it, watching the hole opening, and stuck my prick through which by now was fully erect. I watched as she retrieved her tits, the holes where they'd been now closing, but almost immediately felt her hands capture me, fondling my organ, teasing it wonderfully as I stood there, until the sensation of lips engulfing me instead took over. "Nice cock lover," she more breathed than spoke through the small opening as she continued to mouth it. I stood there enjoying the pleasured sensation of her mouth and hands upon me even as two more openings suddenly appeared just next to me. Two different much smaller sized breasts suddenly filled the openings, and I quickly began fondling one closest to me as another guy standing just a few short steps away began doing the same to the other, until we were both sucking and licking each of her breasts, he with his prick through one hole, and mine through another, each of us being toyed with as well by some unseen woman standing, or rather kneeling on the other side of the wall. I could hear the soft moans coming through the wall as I suckled the enormous nipples that had appeared there. Each was considerably darker than the one's I'd been playing with, as well as being substantially thicker and longer as well. "Milk them," she groaned moments later. Pull on them like you're milking them," she asked, which I then did, and was delighted to see a bubble of actual milk suddenly form, then begin spraying outwards as I indeed stood there pulling on them, milking them just as she'd asked. Even the guy playing with her other breast now stood doing the same, though he left momentarily coming back with a very tall chair which he climbed up into, presenting his hard stiff erection at just the exact height for him to rub his prick against her breast, and then fascinatingly as I watched, began once again to cause her to squirt her milk against his shaft as he sat there stroking it. Wrapping my lips back around her nipple again, I sucked, rewarded with her warm breast milk, drinking it for several moments. "Oh fuck...I'm going to cum!" The guy sitting next to me announced, and then jumped down from his chair, quickly sticking his prick back through the hole on the other side. My breast filled tit likewise disappeared as she obviously prepared herself on her side for his spending, but the mouth and hands that had continually been playing with me, continued to do so as my own initial orgasmic release began. I felt my spunk lurch from the head of my prick, and though whoever it was on the other side of the wall ceased sucking me as I did, her hands continued to pump out my deliciously joyful spending as she rubbed the head of my prick quite pleasurably against the soft smooth surface of those tits I'd been playing with earlier. When I had finished, I heard her softly say "thank you," and then simply disappeared, the holes once again closing, her identity indeed fully and completely unknown, and forever would be. I stepped back, locating a seat after first grabbing something to drink and sat down. All along the wall, tits, pussies and even asses presented themselves for probing or fondling. Several men enjoyed the sensation of sucking tits, playing with them or having their cocks sucked as well as fucked through the wall. By now the moans and groans of pleasure seemed almost constant, even though holes opened and closed all along the wall as many finished to briefly retire as I had, and as others stepped up taking their turns. It was somewhat amusing, and oddly arousing to sit there and watch my best friend Mike fucking the wall, which is how it initially appeared or seemed to me, though I knew by the expression on his face, rapturous as he stood there, was one of silky smooth heaven, as I was later to experience for myself. He stood, thrusting his prick through the small opening, whoever the woman was on the other side, enjoying the secret fuck herself no doubt, allowing some stranger to violate her cunt, fucking her wildly as he did so. Just watching this, soon had me once again erect as well, and I waited patiently for a place along the wall to open, soon after taking it, and finding a nice warm wet pussy waiting for me when I did. Anonymous Sex She had pressed herself against her side of the wall, my fingers quickly probing her wetness, hearing the pleasured sigh that came from her when I did. I located her hard little clit, tickled it gently, and then at her urging, knelt to do so again only this time with my tongue. I could feel her gyrating herself against the wall, thrusting herself forwards upon my tongue as I speared her, then fingered her, then tongued her again. "Fuck me," she soon after said. "Fuck me nice and hard..." she cried out. She was again at the perfect height, I merely stuck my prick where my mouth had once been, and immediately felt it slip inside that heavenly slick wet passage. Plunging into her now, just as I had seen Mike doing earlier, I now realized what it was he had felt, experienced, as the strangeness of the situation heightened the pleasure. The ecstasy of her own moans penetrating through the barrier as each time I plunged into her, she thrust back, her delirious groans of joy being expressed with each and every thrust of my hard stiff cock into her, through the hole that separated our identities from ever being known. It was amazing feeling her climax. As slick as she'd been, she suddenly bathed me in a rich warmth that seemed to flood around my prick, her cry of pleasure nearly a scream, many looking over towards me, watching now, as I knew the women on the other side of the wall must have been doing as well, watching her as she came. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she wailed over and over again, which I of course did, slamming into her cunt, which I'd now figured she was feeling while bent over, somewhat doggy fashion, though I saw it only in my mind of course. And it was again weird the moment she had finished, or collapsed, I would never really know, the sweetness of her cunt left me, the hole moments later closing between us. I'd been hovering on the verge myself only seconds away from a second orgasm, and thus aroused, went immediately in search of another to satisfy my pleasured need. I saw another pair of much smaller breasts hardly able to even poke through the openings that appeared, more nipple than breast really, but there was something about them that looked erotically sensual, youngish, without being so, especially with the wall concealing anyone's identity. I immediately captured one of those pointed little protrusions in my mouth, gingerly sucking upon it and instantly hearing a soft pleasured moan come from its owner on the other side of the wall. "Oh yes, yes. Suck it please, please!" she sighed delightedly as my mouth pulled on the hard extended nipple as though I was attempting to pull it right through the wall. I then heard and looked as yet another opening appeared, knowing immediately that she was now offering something else for me to play with as well, which I did. Her pussy was liquid as my fingers found it, her juices already free-flowing as I inserted one, and then two fingers inside her, feeling her squirm, rotating, and humping herself against my hand. "Make me cum," she said simply, half whispering as she said it, my finger tips quickly locating the hard little knot between her legs, rolling it sweetly between my finger tips as she groaned audibly on her side of the wall. "Like that?" I asked, still mouthing her sweet tit. "Yes, yes...that's perfect, just keep doing it like that!" she continued to moan excitedly, thrusting herself wildly now against my hand as I somehow managed to hold onto her clit, not quite pinching it, but firmly rolling it between my finger tips. Not unexpectedly, she came very hard as she stood there, her cries of pleasure easily heard through the wall drawing a few casual, yet interested glances my way as she did so. Like many others, I expected her to soon after disappear, but to my surprise, she had a request for me. "Are you close?" she asked still sounded excited, breathless as she asked me. "Close enough," I answered back, wondering if I'd be soon fucking her cunt, or feeling the warmth of her mouth surrounding my prick as I climaxed. "Could I ask you...would you, please would you, cum on my tits? I want to see what it's like to feel your hot juice splashing on them from your side of the wall." That wasn't exactly what I had had in mind, but as I stood there thinking about it, her cute little titties still pressed through the hole in the wall expectantly waiting for an answer, I decided right there and then, that the idea of jacking myself off onto them wasn't a bad idea at all. "Yeah, hell. Why not?" I told her. "Stay right there though, I need a stool!" Grabbing one of several available, I quickly adjusted myself to the perfect height, now comfortably positioned, I found the idea of sitting there rubbing my prick back and forth against her nipple to be quite enjoyable indeed. I slapped it against her a little, and then rubbed it back and forth, hearing her delight on the other side of the wall as I did so. "Don't tell me when you cum," she half begged. "I just want to feel it, feel it splashing, squirting against my tit when you do!" Only too happy to oblige, I continued playing with myself against that luscious boob, feeling the sensation of pleasure begin to make its way up my shaft, then watching as it began to explode from the tip of my cock, showering that pointed little cone-shaped breast, completely enveloping her tender pink nipple with my cream. "Oh yes! Yes!" she cried out, and I could tell that she too was in the throes of yet another orgasm herself on her side of the wall. Her breasts still pressed through my side of the wall, but jiggling nicely as they were, the movements telling me that she was no doubt frigging herself with her fingers as I finished pouring out the last remaining vestiges of my warm spunk against her. "Thank you! Thank you!" she soon after said, and then as everyone else did, she silently disappeared, the holes once again closing. I stepped back with my stool, replacing it, quickly locating a nice comfortable chair to sit down in again, grabbing a fresh drink, and sat watching as others came to the wall, some shoving their respective hard dick's through, getting them sucked mostly, though a few others found delight in a woman's cunt as she presented herself to be taken in that way, either facing or as I was learning, preferably bent over, ass pressing against the wall as their unseen lovers fucked them in this fashion. I noticed that Mike had been one doing just that, suddenly backing away, his thirst quenched for the moment as he'd just had his prick sucked off nicely through the wall. Spotting me, Mike sauntered over, his semi-erect prick still swinging to and fro between his legs, looking quite satisfied by the expression on his face. "Fuck that was nice," he told me taking a seat. "God could she suck a cock, just wish to hell I know who that was," he admitted freely though speaking in low quiet tones. "As erotic and kinky as this all is, I'd still like to see who that woman was!" "Yeah, know what you mean," I had to agree. "There was a sweet gal, really small breasts, but damn they were cute looking. Wouldn't mind seeing who they were attached to myself." "Really small tits?" Mike asked curiously. "Damn near flat chested maybe?" "Yeah, probably would look so if you were to see her," I told him. "Why?" "There was a good looking woman I saw after we first got here, noticed she was wearing a really tight black top, hardly any boobs at all, but damn was she hot looking, maybe it was her, no real way of telling perhaps, at least not dressed...but hell, maybe there's a way." I laughed, "This is starting to sound like a fairy tale, looking for Cinderella, except in this case, it's not trying to find the size of foot to fit the slipper, but the small firm little tit that I got to shoot my wad off against. Yeah, Cinderella's Prince would have had an easier time finding her than I would this one. I could just see it, walking up to small-breasted women and asking them to show me their tits. I'd find myself sitting behind bars in no time!" "Well, just in case you do, was there anything about them specifically that you can remember?" Mike asked. I sat there thinking about it for a moment. "As a matter of fact," I said grinning. She had twin tiny little moles, not even that really, maybe they were mere freckles, but there were two of them just a millimeter apart from one another right next to her areola. I guess if I got close enough to look at them, I'd remember seeing them again. But like I already said, not sure I'd dare run around asking to see women's tits just so I could see if they had those particular little marks on them or not." "Might be fun," Mike grinned, "though you're probably right, you'd probably get yourself locked up in a hurry should you even attempt to do anything like that." Mike paused for a moment thinking. "There might be another way though, but we need to hurry if we're going to try and do this." "What?" I asked curiously. "Well, if you've had enough, let's get dressed and get out of here as fast as we can, and get back to the parking lot. I have an idea!" We did indeed hurry to dress, and stood waiting only a few minutes later for the next available limousine ride back to the parking area where we'd left our car. As we rode back, Mike told me what he had in mind. "Well for starters, there's no way of knowing if that's the only parking area they're picking everyone up from," I told him. "And secondly, she may have already left before we did even if she did leave her car here. And speak about looking for titties in a haystack! Easier said than done, even that!" I grinned trying to imagine what that might actually look like while doing it. "Yeah, that might indeed be interesting at that. But I seriously doubt it that she left before we did, we didn't shower for one, and most everyone else was doing that before leaving. And I'm willing to bet she did. But even if she didn't, even if she just went back and got dressed, maybe she's with a friend too..." "Yeah, maybe even a boyfriend. Maybe he was with us on our side of the room," I said pessimistically. "I doubt that, but even then, we'll get there ahead of her, that much I'm fairly confident of. All we need to do is sit, wait, and watch as some of the other limos arrive. As they do, we'll keep an eye out for small breasted women getting out of them." "Oh right. And then what?" "I don't know exactly, haven't figured that part out yet, but it's worth a shot, see how things go from there." I shook my head in exasperation and sighed. "Hell, that's going to be like looking for Cinderella, without the fucking shoe even! I don't give us very good odds in doing that! Not to mention the fact, this particular Cinderella might not want to be found either!" I added realizing she had gone there for the anonymity in the first place. "Well, doesn't hurt to sit and wait, see if anyone even closely looking like it might be her shows up. We can always take it from there if someone like that even does, and just play it by ear after that." "Great plan," I told Mike. "Got a better one?" # We hadn't exactly left early, but we hadn't left late either. It could turn out to be a long night with us waiting, sitting out in the parking lot watching as other limos arrived dropping of their guests. Spotting another turning into the lot only ten minutes after our arrival, I felt the excitement and hopefulness make the thought of waiting this out for a time, worthwhile. "Damn, not her," I said as Mike and I watched a couple emerge, a man and woman. Mike confirmed it wasn't the girl he thought he remembered seeing for one, and for another, she was obviously well built too. "Guess that does sort of confirm one thing though, there certainly were a few couples there, so not everyone showing up was alone, or with friends like we were." A few minutes later another limousine arrived, but this one had two guys in it that got out. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all," I said feeling a little silly. "We could be sitting out here all night at this rate!" "Give it a little more time," Mike urged. "If she did decide to leave not too long after we did, at least figure in the time for a woman to shower, get dressed, and make herself presentable again before leaving. So let's give it another hour, if we don't see her or anyone else with small boobs, then we'll call it a night and let the carriage turn into a pumpkin again, how's that?" I laughed, "Funny you should say that," I told Mike. "Remember how I used to call my girlfriends "pumpkin" all the time?" "Yeah. Which is probably one of the reasons why you're single again, I don't think too many women enjoyed being called pumpkins." I shook my head, though I couldn't help but agreeing with him on the one hand. "Yeah, well, right now I wouldn't mind calling her that, because I feel an awful lot like Peter, Peter, Pumpkin eater at the moment!" We were still laughing over our own silliness twenty minutes later when at last another limo pulled into the lot. But this time, a small slender looking dishwater blonde stepped out, along with a much taller brunette with obviously big tits. Unfortunately, it was too hard to tell especially at this distance, and as she was wearing some sort of a jacket as we both sat there staring at the blonde. "Well?" I asked Mike hopefully, "What do you think?" "I don't know...maybe." "Maybe?" "Yeah, maybe. Maybe you should get out, walk over and just ask her. We do know she was obviously there, so it's not like she'd get too terribly upset perhaps if you just walked up and said hello or something." "She might," I told Mike, though my hand was already on the car door opening it. "It was supposed to be anonymous sex you know, so maybe she won't like being approached." "You won't know until you try," Mike said though he remained seated, as we'd already decided two of us approaching even the two of them might freak them out even more. I watched as they made their way over to another car a short distance away, walking towards, but not hurriedly, still trying to come up with some reason to approach them, when I remembered something she had said to me in the heat of passion. "You like my tiny pretty tits?" she had asked. "Do you think they remind you of ice-cream sundaes?" Just about then, the tall brunette spotted me, giving me a curious, somewhat worried look. I kept walking towards them, but slowed, smiling. "I'm sorry, I said still a reasonable distance away. "But I had to ask...you wouldn't be the ice-cream girl by any chance would you?" I ventured looking directly towards the blonde now. And though her look was one of puzzlement for a moment, she did offer a brief slight smile. "Ice cream?" she asked as though that statement had indeed triggered something. "Yeah, a while ago I enjoyed one of the most beautiful ice-cream sundaes I have ever had, and was just wondering if by some chance, you might have been the girl whose ice-cream sundaes, I put a bit of whip-creamed topping on." She smiled, and as she did, the brunette relaxed no longer looking like she was about to walk over and spray me with mace or something, especially as I had seen her hand disappear inside her purse. She pulled it out, holding only a pair of keys, but I couldn't help but wonder what it was she'd actually been holding before finding those. She was still smiling, eyeing me however, which at the moment was a good thing. "So anyway, was just wondering, you don't happen to have two very cute, very tiny little freckles sitting right next to one another by any chance do you?" Now she was grinning. "Maybe, but I happen to have several little freckles, it depends on where they are," she said slyly. I swallowed, it was now or never, but I had a good feeling about it. "Right next to your very lovely looking nipple?" I ventured, and saw her smile even more broadly. "Ah...so, that was you?" she breathed obviously relaxed, though she just as suddenly lifted the tight black top she was wearing. "And are these the two moles you remembered seeing?" she asked. Here cute little tits were every bit as lovely, if not more so than I remembered seeing as she cupped them in her hand, allowing me to lean over closer to her and inspect the twin little dots near her nipple. "Oh yes, I think they are!" I said grinning back. "And I would very much enjoy doing that again too." This time she frowned, or pouted really, and my heart stopped. "I am flying out in the morning," she told me then. "I only came here to spend the week with my girlfriend, Samantha," she said only then really introducing her friend to me, who at least was also smiling though she stood with one foot just inside the door, ready to drive away. I looked at my watch, stupidly perhaps. It was a quarter to twelve, fitting under the circumstances. "Well damn," I told her. "Perhaps when you come back for a visit again then," I said throwing in the towel, preparing to turn and head back to where Mike was curiously, and I am sure anxiously waiting for me. "Wait," she said suddenly surprising me. "I can always sleep on the plane!" I quickly told her about Mike who was waiting for me, and that seemed to please Samantha somewhat as well. They then told me where they were staying, and in which room at their hotel. I quickly made my way back to where Mike was waiting for me. "Well?" He asked curiously the moment I got in. "Was it her?" "Yep!" I grinned at him. "And...we've been invited over for some ice-cream." "Ice cream?" "Yeah...ice cream. Now...shut up and drive." Anonymous Sex at Neiman Marcus I had just finished buying a sport coat from the men's department at Neiman Marcus when I decided, without reason, that I needed a little mischief. I was thinking about sex, feeling horny and needed to look at women. I headed to the women's lingerie section just to see who was there -- who might also be thinking horny thoughts. I figured it'd be a good place to at least look at a woman who might also be thinking about sex. When I entered the lingerie section, there was no one else there -- or so I thought -- and I kicked myself for letting my fantasies make me walk around aimlessly. Then I saw movement in the back of the section. My "Wild Kingdom" instincts prickled and I began to prowl towards the woman I spied toward the back. I walked right up to this woman -- voluptuous and delicious -- and said, "Do you work here?" (I knew she didn't but it was the best way to break the ice). She reacted shyly and politely and said, "No." I said, "Shoot." She asked, "What's the matter?" I said, "I'm trying to find a gift but I don't know what to buy." I looked at her and said, more to keep the conversation going than anything, "Maybe you can help me." She smiled so gently and sweetly, bit her lip ever so slightly and said, "I can try. What are you looking for?" I said, "That's just the thing. I've never bought lingerie before. I want to be sure that it is a gift for her, and not just a gift for me, if you know what I mean. It's just that I want my woman to want to put what I give her on, not feel obligated to put it on." She said, quietly, "I understand." I said, "What is it that a woman looks for in lingerie -- what makes it alluring to them?" She said, "It's got to feel nice, and frame us like art and make us, not only feel good, but feel good about ourselves." Then she said, "Does your woman like thongs?" I said, "What's a thong?" (I knew damn well what a thong was, but wanted her to show me). She beckoned me with her finger. "Come over here." As we walked over to where the thongs were hanging, I felt my penis shift as it began to come to life -- as if waking from sleep. She took a thong off the rack turned back and looked at me. "This is a thong." I said, "What is it . . . I mean, how is it worn?" She smiled stretched out the thong and said, "These strings wrap around a woman's behind, and this right here," she stretched the thong and looked in my eyes, "goes over the woman's pussy." When she said 'pussy' my dick bolted upright, pressing against my boxers. I needed her to turn away because I was embarrassed by my sudden bulge so I said, "Are there other styles?" When she turned to take another thong from the rack, I shifted my pants yet as I did so my dick came bursting through the slit in my boxers and rested -- I should say protruded even more noticably -- against my pants. She turned back around and could not help but see my erection since it now bulged past my belt buckle. She smiled, stretched a shear thong out and said, "Do you like this?" Looking past the thong, and directly at her lips, I said, "I love this." She looked down at my erection and smiled. "Come on," she said, "maybe she'd want a bra." Again we walked through the racks of lingerie, yet this time my hard, stiff penis swayed with each step I took. I watched her perfect ass as we made our way to the bra section. Then she turned around. I couldn't believe my eyes! Her nipples were hard and erect pushing up through the bust of her turtle neck shirt. I looked directly at them for several seconds. She smiled and tilted her head a little. I was at a loss for words and she knew it. She broke the silence by taking a bra off the rack and held it out for me. "How do you like this one?" I said, in a daze, "I like it." She said, "What size is your friend." I said, "I don't know, what size are you?" This gave me another excuse to look at her swelling breasts. "I'm a 38D." Then, not knowing what to say, I asked, "what do the number and the letter measure? Are they something different?" She said, "The number measures how far around your chest is" -- and when she said this she pulled her hands across her breasts, over her nipples (which bounced once released) and back toward her armpits. "And the letter," she said lifting her breasts in her hands toward me, "measures how deep the cup is." Without realizing it, I uttered, "oh, my God" and my penis spread precum on my pants at the crown of my penis head. She squeezed her nipples a bit before releasing her breasts. I flashed hot and red. She smiled and asked, "Did that help?" I nodded yes. Then there was an awkward silence as I stood there with my erect penis pushing up through my pants reaching for her and she stood there with her nipples fighting to be released from her clothing. Not knowing what to say, she asked, "do you have any other questions?" I panicked and thought back to what she told me. By the grace of God something came to me: "but what about the comfort thing? These look nice, but are they comfortable?" I stumbled and stammered, "I mean, what are they made out of?" She hesitated -- thinking. She looked around to see if anyone was in the section. Seeing no one, she said, "I'll be right back." She disappeared into the dressing room. She was gone for two minutes but it seemed like two hours. Finally, she emerged and walked toward me. In a nanosecond I could see that she had taken off her bra -- her tits were swaying back and forth as she walked toward me. And the nipples that were hard before, were now hard wide and dangling at the tips of her breasts. She held up her bra and said, "See this? Feel the fabric." I rubbed her empty but still warm silk bra inches away from her swollen breasts. "Let me tell you," she said leaning toward me, "this feels ssssoooo nice on my skin." I was speechless. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a smaller piece of cloth. "And when I have these on," she said spreading her own thong in front of me, "I sometimes get hot." I grabbed her thong from her. They were soaking wet. I whisphered, "oh, my fucking God." I brought her underwear up to my nose and drank in the smell of her wetness. As I did so, she brushed her hand on my cock, rubbing it gently through my pants. I then reached down and, without even thinking of the consequences, began to lift up her skirt. As I looked down, I saw that her juices were dripping down her inner thighs. She took a solid step sideways to spread her legs apart. Reaching blindly beneath her skirt, my fingers explored her thick wet bush. I placed my middle finger at the opening to her mound. I looked in her eyes. She whispered, "do it" and I pushed my finger deep into her wet, hot pussy. She gasped, arched her back, and took another step sideways with on foot to give me more access to her insides. I positioned my hand so that my middle finger probed deep into her cunny -- thrusting higher and harder with each probe -- while my thumb began to flick her drenched clit. Her whole body shuddered when I first moved my thumb across her clit and she moaned softly. Pushing me into a narrow aisle of clothing, she held up her skirt with both her hands and rocked her body to meet each thrust I made into her sex hole. Juice was pouring out of her and dripping on the floor as I pumped and flicked. "God damn it" she moaned as she wrapped her arms around my neck and began kissing me. Her tongue pried open my mouth and danced a wet dance with my tongue. At that moment, someone entered the far end of the section. "Let's go," I said and pulled her toward a room marked "Employees Only." I opened the door, pulled her in, shut the door, and turned off the lights. It was dark except the emergency light toward the back which highlighted her face and the contours of her body. She was panting now. I pulled her skirt off as she yanked her turtle neck off. We stood kissing and stroking as she unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my fly. My hot, hard, wet dick came tumbling out of my pants as if deprived of oxygen. She knelt down, grabbed my penis with both hands and shoved it down her throat. Afraid that I would cum, I picked her up and lifted her onto the counter top in that storage room. I spread her legs as far apart as they would go. As my face approached her cunt, I could feel the moist heat escaping. In anticipation, she arched her back. Then, I licked the inside of her mound -- working my way toward her clit. Her fingers pulled through my hair. I spread her pussy lips, and began licking and flicking her clit with my tongue. She yanked my head toward her by pulling my hair with her fingers. She began to moan again. She lifted her pelvis to meet each pulse of my licking. She grabbed her tits and squeezed her nipples, shouting, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Then she was flopping up and down as I licked feverishly. Suddenly, her body convulsed and her legs clasped close around my head. She sat up and let out an enormous moan and shot cum all over my face -- I licked feverishly to keep up with her spurts -- yet they splashed against me with such warmth and wetness I could barely keep up. I licked and licked her juice as it cascaded out of her body. Then, she pushed me off and said, "All right, you bastard." She turned me around and forced me back on the countertop. I sat down. Suddenly she wrapped her lips around my big, hard, wet cock and sucked and stroked. I pulled her head down on my dick as she stretched her mouth to accommodate my cock. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard; she gasped, but kept on sucking. And suddenly, it was my turn. As the numbness in my penis gave way to ecstasy, I grabbed her head and held it on my penis. Realizing that she might not want to drink my dick milk, I released her head -- but she stayed down on my hard cock as hard as I had pressed her down before. She sucked -- and -- I came. I filled her mouth and she withdrew causing the remaining cum to splash on her chest and breasts. Moaning, I grabbed my own cock and pushed it through my own fingers to ejaculate the remainder on her face. As I panted, she rubbed my cum all over her body, saying, "yes! yes!" with considerable satisfaction as she did so. We both stood there panting -- recovering. Then we kissed a long, gentle kiss. We hugged and began to dress. I gave her back her panties and helped her on with her bra. She straightened my hair. We laughed. Then we opened the door, looked out, and discretely exited the Employee Room. In the hallway, I kissed her on the cheek and said, "It was nice to meet you." She smiled gently, laughed, and said, "Likewise," with a magnificently warm and generous smile. She then whisphered in my ear, "thank you," and winked as she withdrew. Then we walked in separate directions thinking we'd never see each other again. Anonymous Sex at the Kennedy Center The wet, gray skies of autumn were blown out to sea by the cold white winter clouds of December. The crisp air made holiday lights glimmer with a brightness that the rain clouds had prohibited. With the need to be indoors comes an opportunity to socialize -- and December brought holiday parties and music. What December did not bring, however, was an opportunity to see her again -- that is until the holiday festivities at the Kennedy Center. The holiday Christmas celebration I chose to attend was Mahler's 5th Symphony. It was playing at the Kennedy Center -- a Christmas event for patrons. The Center was festooned with holly, red ribbons, and Christmas decorations. The symphony goers were decked out as well -- tuxedos were the uniform for men, yet every imaginable Christmas dress adorned the women. To be honest, I noticed her dress before I noticed her. While the other ladies were dressed up like peacocks, I was struck by the simplicity of her long red gown -- which I only saw from behind. It came off her shoulders and swept down her back revealing a beautiful spine and drawing attention to her ass. I found myself subconsciously checking her out -- though my recognition of her was not immediate since my memory of making her cum in the employee room at Neiman Marcus was not one I associated with the Christmas decorations of the Kennedy Center. But, I followed the line of her spine as she walked by and was astonished to see her face. She was with a new boyfriend -- or at least he seemed new by the distance that separated she and him. I ran up: "Frank, Frank!" I called out to her boyfriend. I didn't have the foggiest idea who her companion was but I figured a feigned mistaken identity was sufficient to stop the two of them and draw her into conversation. "Frank," I said, "is that you?" Her boyfriend turned and looked at me and said, "I'm sorry. I think you have the wrong person." When she looked at me, I saw her bolt a bit in surprised recognition. I looked at her, I looked at her boyfriend and I said, "Frank Carpenter? -- didn't you finish at Georgetown Law School in '93?" "No, no," her boyfriend said, "you have the wrong person." I said, "I apologize." When I looked at her again, her nipples had become hard. I then said, "Well, enjoy the concert," then looking at her again I added, "Maybe I'll see you at the first intermission." She winked as the two of them walked away toward the balcony section of the concert hall. I could have been at and elementary school recital for all I cared -- I did not listen to the music. I sat in my seat thinking about her nipples and how they had come to life. Seeing her made all the tastes and smells of the employee room of the lingerie department at Neiman Marcus come back to me. In the darkness of the concert house, my penis began to warm and grow hard as I thought of her. I scanned the balconies for her and finally located her. She was using opera glasses. Delightfully, I could tell that the opera glasses were pointed, not at the stage, but at me. She studied me. I fidgeted in my seat and moved my elongating penis so that it could stretch out along the length of my leg. As soon at the lights came on indicating the first intermission, I jumped up and headed for the lobby. I wanted to get there in time to see her descend from the balcony above. When I reached the lobby I saw her racing down the stairs. We almost collided. We did not exchange formalities. She blurted out, "Are you . . .?" as I interrupted by saying, "Can I . . .?" She looked at my erection. I looked at her nipples. Then we looked through each other's eyes and suddenly there was no need for further words. She kicked off her shoes and grabbed them in her hand. I took her other hand and we went running down the wide corridor of the Kennedy Center. We were looking for a private place. We ran. We stopped, looked around, and ran on again. We turned a corner. The crowd had disappeared. There was a staircase. We ran up the wide red carpeted staircase -- up one landing, turned and up another flight of stairs up into the darkness. We tried the double doors at the top but they were locked! "Damn, where should we go?" she said. "Let's go downstairs again," I responded. I took her hand and we started to run down the stairway that we had run up. Suddenly, she stopped and pulled her hand away. "No," she said, "I'm not going down there." "Come on!" I said and held out my hand. "No," she said and began to slowly walk backwards up the stairs into the darkness. "No, I'm not going any further" she said. "What do you mean?" I asked. She slowly lifted her dress. She leaned backwards and reached out behind herself with her hand. She said softly, "I can't wait." She lowered herself onto the stairs. Then, she put her hands on her knees and pulled her legs apart. She sat squat on the stairs. "I want you to fuck me right here," she said. The light from downstairs illuminated her. She grabbed her panties at the crotch and yanked it -- it snapped and tore off. Her hairy wet pussy lips parted. "Oh, baby." I said as I approached. I unzipped my pants. She put her hand on her pussy and began to rub. My hard cock burst through my boxers. She placed her middle finger into her pink pussy. I grabbed my cock with my hand. She rocked her pelvis forward so that her finger could climb higher into her pussy. I kneeled in front of her. She licked her other fingers. I could smell her now -- her essence was strong. With the finger of one hand still penetrating her pussy, the wet fingers of her other hand found her clit. "Ooooohhhh" she gasped as she touched it. I rubbed the head of my hard cock, spreading the precum that had dripped down my shaft so that my penis was hard and slick. "Are you going to fuck me?" she whimpered. I nodded my head. "Are you going to fuck me?" she said again. "Yes babe," I said as I pulled my pants down and stood before her hard and naked. "I am going to fuck you." I said firmly. I heard the wetness of her pussy as she flicked the juices around her clit. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she whispered while she rocked back and forth to the rhythm of her flicking fingers. I kneeled down. Still flicking her dripping wet pussy with one hand, she reached up with the other and took my penis and pulled me toward her. She shifted her position so that I could more easily insert my cock. Then, guiding my hard penis with both hands, she inserted it into her cunt as her feet pulled me in toward her. I felt warm wet depth as I pushed to find a terminus to her gaping hole. I pushed higher. I withdrew. I pushed in again, higher than before. I withdrew. I then jammed my cock into her wet, warm pussy as high and as hard as I could. She moaned. Hearing her moan, I began to pump. She spread her legs wider and held her feet in the air as I pumped harder, harder, harder, harder, further up, further up, further up. She became wetter, and wetter, and wetter with her juices splattering on my belly. Her wetness enabled me to pump faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster. Soon, our bodies were simply slamming into each other as I fucked her harder and deeper. Her moans became gasps as she felt my penis get higher and higher. "Oh, fuck me!" she said loudly, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" she said with each of my thrusts. I pushed back her knees as I positioned her so that I could penetrate deeper, and deeper, and deeper into her body. She lay back on the stairs and arched her back to allow me total access. Then suddenly, she sat up, grabbed my head and whispered in my ear. "Oh God," she said, "I'm going to cum." I pumped her harder, "OOOoohhh!!!!," she moaned, "I'm going to cum!" Then, her whole body shivered and her pussy clenched around my throbbing penis. "AAAhhhhh!!!", she screamed grabbing her tits through her dress. Her pelvis and pussy crushed down on my cock and heated it. Then, suddenly, my penis began pumping cum into her cunt. "Jesus," I exclaimed, almost surprised. I felt my whole body thrust into her as my fluids shot into her contracting, pulsating pussy. We clasped each other for several seconds in total ecstasy -- my pumping muscles pushing hot cum into her contracting and pulsating body. Finally, I withdrew. My cum spilled out of her pussy and dripped down the stairs. "Oh." she said, looking at it flow. She rubbed the thick sticky fluid around her crotch and belly as if flowed out of her pussy. Just then, the house lights flickered, indicating that the intermission was over. "Oh my God," she said. "They'll wonder where we are." "Yes," I said, "we've got to get back." She stood, lowered her dress down to her ankles. I squeezed the excess cum out of my penis onto the floor, put on my pants and zipped them. "I'll see you later?" I asked. "Yes," she smiled, put her arm around my neck and kissed me gently. "Second intermission?" I asked. She laughed. She reached out and grabbed my cock through my pants. "I'm already looking forward to it." I waited as she put her shoes back on her feet. "You go first," I instructed, "and I'll follow behind -- let's not arouse suspicion." I said. I was relieved to hear her say, "Good idea. We should arrive back separately." I followed her by several paces back to the lobby of the concert hall. I thought about how lucky we were that she had worn a long dress and how difficult the nectar running down the length of her legs would be to explain away. As she walked, I could see her clamping her legs together -- as if holding something between her legs. She looked back at me -- a searching look. I could not tell what was going on in her mind. As we reached the lobby, she paused at the staircase to the balcony. She gripped the handrail hard -- so hard that I could see the muscles in her forearm tighten. I approached. I whispered, "Are you okay?" She smiled wryly and shooed me away. "I'm cumming again -- get away from me!" she gritted through her clenched jaw. As I backed away, her body bolted as if struck by electricity. She took a step to her side with one leg. She staggered so noticeably that a young usher approached her. "Mame" he asked boyishly, "Are you okay?" "Oh yes, yes" she whispered heavily. She opened her eyes, looked at him, and said, smiling. "I'll be okay. Just give me a second." She continued to hold onto the handrail. Suddenly, her body convulsed and fluid fell between her legs as she cummed right in the lobby of the Kennedy Center. She looked back at me and smiled -- slightly embarrassed. Out of no where appeared her boyfriend. "I was looking for you," he stated with some pique. Then, noticing her rather odd posture, the way she gripped the handrail, and the darkened patches wet with fluid, he continued by asking, with some concern, "Are you okay?" She patted him on the shoulder and said, "Yes, thanks. I'm having one of those lady's things. Perhaps we should skip the second act and you can drop me home." Clueless, he accepted her explanation and put a protective arm around her. As they moved cautiously up the stairs to retrieve their personals from their seats, she looked back at me in total satisfaction and smiled.