1 comments/ 6355 views/ 0 favorites Before the Act By: Charlotte8951 My nose brushes against his and my lips graze his stubbly skin. My eyes are closed and I quietly listen to his breathing while my left hand cradles the curve of his head, just above the back of the neck. My fingers graze his hair while I inhale his presence. My right hand is flat against his black hoodie. I can feel his heart beat through the fabric of his clothes. I take a step backward and pull the man by his hoodie towards me. My hands find the sides of his face. My fingertips dance over the scratchy fuzz while I smile at his closed eyes. His lips are partially open, as if his whole face is meditating. I wrap my arms around his neck and find his lips with mine. I pucker ever so slightly and take in his lower lip in before gently sucking on it. I open my mouth to invite him in some more and press against his face. He responds, inhaling deeply, by tickling me with his tongue. I pull away and look into his eyes. They are soft. They are calm. They are peaceful. He is looking straight at me for who I am. He is not drunk on lust. He is not in a hurry to go further. He has no intention other than sharing this moment. He knows how to give pleasure and he is confident in his ability to make me melt. I feel like I'm already a puddle at his feet. I look up into his eyes again and invite him for another kiss. He leans in and resumes making my mind and body ache even more for him. I lift my left leg and fold it around his right calf. The fabric of my tights slips slightly over the denim of his jeans, but my leg remains comfortably hooked around his. I want to twist my figure and melt into him. I feel his warmth radiate into my body and press against him some more. My right hand travels from his head and down his back, pausing on his backside to appreciatively embrace it in my palm through the thick denim. The hand continues its journey, snaking over limbs and sliding under garments. Fingertips discover the texture of skin and hair. They playfully tickle and zigzag from the curve of the back to the hair around a shy navel. They tentatively probe the top of the jeans before happily swimming back up the torso. As the right hand blissfully explores the hidden flesh, the left hand is locked into a tender grip with its manly counterpart. Emotions and thoughts flow through gentle squeezes, passionate clasps, and caring thumbs that appease flyaway thoughts. Lips continue conversing silently and eyes occasionally hold gazes that communicate affection and fervour. Hands gradually abandon fabrics in search of more flesh. My hands team up to pull up a hoodie and relish in the freedom of slipping under a light t-shirt. They choreograph a waltz on a back, dancing up to a pair of shoulders, then sliding down the sides of the torso, gracefully extending and elongating themselves over flanks, pausing to appreciate the solid hold on a cherished body. Another pair of hands joins the dance and fly like delicate butterflies up my abdomen, towards my breasts. Fingertips whirl, fold, and graze buttons that give way, one by one, to the underside of the cardigan. The same fingertips hover over to the sides of the shirt, pulling apart the curtains in preparation for the upcoming show. The hands drift apart and mirror the other pair of palms, finding a resting place on the curve of hips modestly covered by a soft jersey top. The hooked leg drops down and all feet face their counterparts. Two bodies face each other symmetrically and two minds are connecting. All actors are ready. They know their lines; they know their roles. They understand their place and trust their instinct. They know that no play is complete without true feelings. Playing is only playing if one dissociates themselves from their part. Playing is not truth, though, and Stanislavski makes it a point to differentiate the appearance of doing and actually doing. These actors have studied their art. They know the worth of a true caress. The know the depth of a passionate embrace. They understand the true human meaning of a gasp and they can interpret a million sighs. Yes, these actors have studied the art of body talk and they are ready to communicate in the most natural, human language there is. Before the Age of Digital A recent power failure whilst trying to sort out my cellar took me back to when I was at college. As a full time student, summer work at a very large film processing company near Uxbridge was ideal for me, not only could I catch up on a few Z's but also being in total darkness I found it gave a clarity of mind, the unseen blank walls became my blackboards onto which I would project my thoughts. Darkrooms were also my dens of iniquity; their nature alone leads those with raging hormones having the most lurid of thoughts. Processing film negatives needs to be done in complete darkness and although young I was senior enough to be placed in charge of a continuous film processing machine, my main job was to load the machine with reels of 35mm film day-in-day-out, sometimes working 12 – 15 hour days; when I wasn't either loading or sleeping, I would help with the splicing or teaching someone else how to do it. As the season got busier more and more students were taken on and that's how Emma and I first met. Emma; was an 18-year-old student of West Indian decent. She had been with the company for a couple of seasons but for some reason we had never met; having come up through 'the ranks' as we say, for this season she was taken on as a 'splicer'. All training for this job first starts out of the darkroom, where one can see what's wanted, also as an aid we ask the trainee to close their eyes whilst we stood behind them, reach over their shoulders, and then holding their wrists guide them through the process. The process isn't difficult just fiddly especially if your wearing cotton gloves. Over several days I watched Emma grow from an awkward, homely girl into a proficient 'splicer'. She was also one of the most naturally sexy women I had ever known, and I started to take an interest in her, it soon got to the point where each time I heard her voice it gave me a hormone rush. Eventually I became totally infatuated with her and lusted after her tight body, cotton gloves soon became 'wank-socks'. She was lovely on the inside too, a bit of a tease, which of course only increased her appeal. She had never really expressed an interest in me, but there, a darkened room hides many a thing. This particular summer it was becoming almost unbearable working in the darkrooms, I can remember extra fans being installed in an effort to keep the temperature down but it was useless, in the end most darkroom staff just resorted to wearing undergarments and 'flip-flops'; as for the cotton gloves these became useless at keeping fingerprints off the films. One afternoon whilst slouched in the processing room catching up on a few Z's, Emma started to have trouble with her splicing machine and called me in. With my knowledge of the darkrooms I made my way straight to her station, whilst moving a little closer I accidently pressed my groin against her back. As I said, darkrooms are sexy places, and something about being in complete darkness magnifies the effect and I soon felt my cock stirring. "Take it out and drop it down then press down with your left thumb," I said trying to ignore my growing problem, as we cleared the jam between us. "Then take the next roll out and try again." "I think...I've got it," said Emma hesitating. All the while she kept pressing back against my cock and from what I could make out, she was only wearing a bra. I may not have been able to see her, but her odour was intoxicating, a sweet, subtle perfume with perhaps a hint of shampoo. As her movements became more confident, I moved my hands to her shoulders expecting a rebuff but none came. They were muscular, tight and coated in a fine sheen of perspiration. Gently I moved my hands and cupped her breasts, even through the thickness of the bra I could feel her nipples react as the fans moved cool air across our bodies. It felt so good. My chin moved her hair out of the way as I nuzzled her neck. "Do you mind if I do this?" I whispered in her ear. "No...No, I like it. But what about the films?" she said, her breathing just a little heavy. "Err...Just attach a trailer and can up," I murmured as I nuzzled her jaw line, knowing we wouldn't be disturbed for the next hour. She reached behind my head, turned and started kissing me. Freeing my trapped arm, I looped under hers and re-cupped her breast through her bra. Now taut they were not large, but a delightful handful. I felt her hard nipple through its fabric. I nipped her neck then pinched a nipple through the material of her bra. Each past of the cooling air caused her body to react, her nipples hardened and a slight shiver followed by 'goose-bumps' raged through her body. "It fastens in the front," she breathed. "What?" I didn't understand. "My bra. It fastens in the front." Ah! You idiot; with a subtle movement I felt between the cups. A quick movement of fingers and I felt the material slide away. My fingers glided across her warm moist breasts. I cupped a breast ensuring her nipple protruded through my fingers and squeezed a little, she moaned, holding my head tighter. Emma muttered "I think it would be better if we got rid of the stool" as her other hand tried to reach behind her and feel for my now fully-erect cock. Emma stood, kicked the stool away then reached behind again. Warm slender fingers glided up and down its length through my pants. She moved her hand away and pressed her firm ass against me. My cock became trapped in the cleft between her ass cheeks and I slowly swayed. She moved against me in response, took my other hand in hers and held it against her other breast as if pledging an oath of allegiance. Holding them like two delicate melons I began to knead and pinch each nipple, slowly I pressed her forward against the edge of the bench as I moved to and fro between her ass cheeks as she sighed. "I wish I could see you" she exclaimed. "Pretend your blind, use your hands and imagination to build up a picture," I whispered in her ear. I moved a hand from one breast slowly down her ribcage and stomach to the top of her panties, all the while I could feel her body trembling with emotion; slipping my hand inside her panties then gently moved down until my fingers found her curly haired mons and hot-wet pussy lips. Her knees buckled for a moment as my fingers teased her labia. She gasped and moaned, pressed back hard against me, before spreading her legs slightly to give me better access. The one hand still caressing her breast, traced patterns on her moist skin as I moved from one to the other in turn. Gently I worked a finger between her swollen lips and felt her warm inner wetness. The soft skin of her inner walls felt so good against my finger. A second finger followed the first, and again her knees buckled for a moment, her breath became ragged. "Is this okay?" I asked, "Say if you want me to stop?" "No...No," she breathed, "It's so erotic, my whole body is alive!" She moved her hips against my fingers, and we began a gently rhythm of finger-fucking. "Do you want to make love to me?" she murmured, "Yes" I said honestly. "I'm totally infatuated with you. For days I've wanted you just like this, alone in the complete dark, able only to smell and feel you. Having to concentrate on imagining how beautiful you are right now. I want to make love to you until I'm too exhausted to continue then I want to keep on loving you." "Mmmm, that's some wish" she purred, and nuzzled against me. I continued a slow rhythm of moving my fingers in and out of her. She pressed back against me. I withdrew my finger and moved both my hands to her waist again. We turned around and in the dark I felt her legs part, touching the outside of mine as I stood before her. She hooked her other arm around my neck, pulled me in and gave me a deep long kiss. Her legs then wrapped around mine, pulled me closer until our groins pressed hard together. She rubbed against me. I rubbed back. Our tongues fought as if in battle. Her hands slowly traced their way down my body then reaching between us felt for my erection, by now there was no missing it. She gently stroked its length while feeling its shape beneath my pants. Her hand moved up found their hem, and a quick tug pulled them down to give her hand access to feeling me again. Her fingers found me and felt the warmth of my sweaty hardness. I moaned as I kissed her with renewed passion. She wrapped her fingers around my glans, squeezed then brushed aside any precum with her thumb. My knees almost buckled. "Oh, Fuck, Emma, that feels good," I breathed. "Oh!" she said, "This will feel even better." She took the sides of my pants and in one movement pulled them right down as she knelt on the floor, I then felt her hands move slowly up my legs until she had the base of my cock and balls firmly in her hands. Then, like an electric shock, I felt her lips close around the head of my cock. She took my member deep down her throat, and then pulled up to enclose only the head. She came off, and I felt just the tip of her tongue on the underside of my head – right at its most sensitive point. I shivered and goose bumps popped out all over my body. I heard her laugh as she engulfed my entire erection again, her nose in my pubic hair, her tongue massaging my shaft. Again, she came up in a long, slow stroke, keeping my head in her mouth at the top. I felt her mouth circle around my corona and her cheeks collapse as she sucked me hard. I could feel her mouth and tongue all over my glans. It was incredible. Again she sank my cock down her throat, and again came up to massage my corona with her lips and tongue. She came off, and used just the tip of her tongue to lick up and down the underside of me, holding me in position with warm fingers. Then she engulfed me again, and started a slow rhythm of stroking up and down my shaft with her mouth; her hand holding me at the base of my cock. She was an absolute expert at cocksucking, I could feel my cum starting to rise up in my balls but I didn't want it to end this way. "Emma," I breathed, "I can't take much more of this!" She laughed and took me deep again, sucking hard. "No, really!" I breathed, "You've got to stop!" She released me. "But I like to suck your cock! It tastes so good and it's so big and hard! What if I want you to cum in my mouth?" "Not this time," I said, "That's not what I planned for our first time." "And what had you planned?" she asked, I could hear the teasing in her voice. "I want to cum inside you," I said, my hands now cupping her face and bringing her face up to mine before kissing her. My hands moved down her shoulders then her sides and along the outside of her thighs as she squeezed me between her legs. I kissed her and stroked my hands up and down the length of her thighs, stopping to massage the small of her back on the return journey. Our tongues sparred as we kissed deeply. My pants were around my ankles, my cock stood out straight. As I moved closer, I felt it poke her belly. She reached and took it between her fingers and stroked it. "I want you inside me too," she whispered, "I want you in deep but first, can we kill the fan!" "Of course," I said. I worked my pants so I could get atleast one leg free, reached across and found the switch for the fan, with no cooling breeze our bodies soon began to 'sweat-up'. Lifting her slightly I sat her on the edge of the bench then spreading her legs I carefully moved in a little until my cock trailed down her belly to rest at her opening. Moving my hips, I rubbed my little head against her wet lips. She reached down, took the base of my cock and rubbed it up and down the length of her lips several times in long, slow strokes. Then she positioned me at her entrance and moved forward a little, my head just starting to penetrate. I moved forward and sank deeper, my hands gripped her ass and I pulled her forward. I kept sinking until I felt myself buried all the way. We kissed deeply, and she began moving just a little, giving almost a little twitching feeling to my cock. With my hands gripping her ass, she raised her legs and locked them around my waist. I could press close and feel her nipples poke my chest. I nuzzled and kissed her neck. "Now fuck me!" she growled, and began to thrust her pussy against my cock. "Let me," I said, "I'd hate for you to fall off the bench!" "Then do it!" She commanded, "I need to have you fuck me!" So, I did. Long strokes in and out, I could feel her clench her muscles around me as I thrust. I pulled her ass in the in stroke, letting me enter even deeper. I fucked and fucked, the earlier desire to cum from her sucking having abated. I was in command of my cock now, and it wasn't cumming anytime soon. It wasn't easy fucking Emma that hot sultry day, hands kept slipping, pools of sweat made the bench extremely slippery. Saline was getting into our eyes and each kiss tasted as if you were by the sea on a wind swept day; but the thing that did surprise me was the amount of heat Emma generated during our lovemaking. Coming from cosmopolitan Uxbridge all my previous experiences had been with white girls (I'm no racist, it's just easier to explain) who whilst enjoyed fucking, always seemed cold and normally glad to get it over with. Emma was totally different, so natural. She started moaning, her excitement building towards an orgasm. She exploded and hugged me tight in the dark, her pussy milking my cock as I kept on pounding her, her face now pressed to my chest and arm, sighing and moaning as the spasms of her climax washed over her. I slowed my pace and kissed her hair, nuzzled her cheek, and found her lips in the dark. "Do you like this?" I asked. "Tell me what you see?" I continued "I love it," she replied, and fucked me back, grinding my cock deep inside her. "I love how you fill me up; each thrust generates a mirage of swirling colours. I've never seen anything like it before" "Well," I said my thrusting increasing in speed and intensity, "That's the power of the darkroom, it clears your mind and you become a free spirit." I fucked her with renewed energy. I removed my hands from her ass; she wrapped her hands around my neck before pulling me to her with her ankles. With my hands now free I lightly traced over the contours of her body, soon Emma could take no more and with her body giving little shudders I put my hands on her ass again. We pounded away at each other for a long time. The feeling of my incredibly hard cock sliding in and out of her was heavenly. Her pussy was so tight and warm. It seemed like she had several more small orgasms, our rhythm interrupted by her shudders and clenching of my cock by her pussy. Finally, I could feel my own climax starting to build. "Emma" I breathed, "I'm going to cum soon!" "Yes! Yes!" she said in rhythm with our thrusts, "I want it! I want to feel you shoot inside me. I want to feel you explode!" We really went at it, thrusting as hard as we could. Up it bubbled from my balls. "Hell!" I yelled, and rammed myself as deeply into her as I could, the head of my cock expanding and my entire shaft spasming as I shot a huge load of cum deep into her womb. She screamed and hugged me hard, a huge shudder wracking her entire body as she came with me in a major orgasm. I couldn't stop spurting as my cock filled her pussy and felt her muscles clamp around my length. I felt my being emptying into this young, tight, beautiful pussy. My cock felt huge, and it felt like my orgasm would never end. My knees buckled. I hugged her hard in an effort to remain standing, pulling her to me and trying to sink even deeper within as my seed filled her. Slowly, we came down from our peaks. My still-hard cock rested in her warm folds. We held each other tight. We laughed and held each other in the darkness, bodies pressed. We kissed. We kissed some more. We pressed harder. I could feel her breasts against me. My cock remained hard, tucked deep in her pussy. I rocked a little, and slid in and out. She purred and rocked against me. "Are you ready to go again so soon?" she asked. "Don't know, but it's worth a try," I replied. So away we rocked, her legs wrapped around me. I held her cheeks and lifted her a little each time we rocked. Not much, but it added a little length to the strokes, and I could feel my hard, wet cock stroking the walls of her slick cunt. I was definitely still excited to have this beautiful young woman fucking me in the dark. Being able to see nothing, all I could do was concentrate on the feelings: of her warm, wet pussy, her legs on my legs, her arms around my neck, her ankles pressing into my back, her nipples lightly rubbing against my chest. Her lips pressing against my lips, her tongue fencing with mine. All sensations in the dark. A little shudder told me she'd come. I moved and kissed her eyes then her nose followed by her ears, then taking lobe into my mouth I began nibbling it, soon I was 'pussy-cat' licking her. "Oh!" she exclaimed, and a big shudder coursed through her entire body. She held me tight and fucked me with little movements as her orgasm made its way through her body. After a few moments, she came down from it. "That was incredible!" I rubbed up and down her sides and felt the goose bumps. I smiled in the dark. "I'm glad you liked it," I said. "My turn," she said, and I could hear the smile. Her lips kissed lightly along my cheek as she sought my ear. Once she found it, she caressed it with her lips and the tip of her tongue. It tickled, and I giggled. "Oh, we like it," she said softly in my ear. "Yes, we do," I said. "Then try this," she said, and plunged her tongue deep into my ear, breathing into it and practically sucking on it. The effect was electric, for I instantly exploded, shooting another load of cum deep into her pussy, moaning and pulling her close, feeling her entire body against mine as my cock strained with spasm after spasm as it gushed sperm deep into her womb. It was a mind-bending orgasm. I buried my face in her shoulder as she continued to tongue my ear, her body shuddering in mutual release, goose bumps covered her body. Finally, my cock stopped its contractions, but I still held her tight, awash with the aftermath of a stunning climax. I had to catch my breath. "Wow," I panted simply. She was everything I had fantasised as a lover. And more. I could hear her smile. "I now have absolute power over you," she said. "I know what to do to conquer you!" She nestled her pussy on my now-just-beginning-to-deflate cock. Over those few sultry weeks of summer our affection for each other grew but deep in our hearts we knew it would never progress beyond the confines of the darkroom, for this was the mid 60's and England was in turmoil; fraternising between 'Blacks and Whites' was highly frowned upon and usually lead to either a good beating or at worse a 'marking'. Looking back my only regret is I never saw Emma naked but there, one cannot have everything. Before the Art Show Liz and I had been friends for a number of years. We had officially been a couple for the first year of our friendship. Eventually, we came to realize that while we were good friends, we would never survive a true relationship. There were some fundamental values that differed between us that neither was willing to compromise. We were very compatible sexually. We were both very vocal and not afraid to tell each other what we wanted. We had both agreed rather regrettably, that if we were going to try to maintain a friendly relationship, sex between us would just complicate things. We talked about it over some wine at my apartment. When we realized that from this point on that we would no longer be having sex, we both felt depressed. Of course it was my idea that perhaps on last time wouldn't hurt anything... The sex was amazing! Since we knew that it was the last time, we were both very uninhibited. The memory of that last time is something I cherish. I have had many good orgasms stroking my shaft while replaying it in my mind. It was something that we never spoke of after it happened. That was about three years ago. Since that time, we were very good friends. We were there for each other through the good times and the bad. Talked about the good dates and the bad dates. Picked up the pieces after ended relationships. We even shared a few details of the sexual activities that happened from time to time. All in all, we were very open and honest with each other. I received a call from Liz a week ago. She invited me to an art show that her company did the advertising for. Liz was an administrative assistant and got two tickets from her boss. It was important for her to be there so I told her that I would be her escort since neither of us were in a relationship at the time. There was s flurry of activity for her at work just before the opening of the event. I was to be at her apartment at no later than 4:00. I showed up at a little before that, and when I knocked on her door, there was no answer. Either she's in the shower, or she's not home. I had just started to dial her on my cell when she came running around the corner apologizing in a panting voice. I told her not to worry about it as she let us inside her apartment. She told me that her boss had given her some last minute things to take care of and they put her behind schedule. I poured her a glass of wine and tried my best to calm her down. She was clearly nervous about the opening that would start an hour and a half from now. She was in and out of the shower in a few minutes. She called my name from the bathroom that was attached to her bedroom. I stopped outside the bedroom door and asked what it was that she needed. The door opened and I saw her standing there in her white terrycloth robe. Nice. "Can you just kinda hang out in her and talk to me?" she asked. "I'm getting jumpier by the second!" "Sure," I said, grinning inwardly. She's never this uptight, always bragging about being in control. Her evening dress was hanging on the hook of the bathroom door. I was looking forward to seeing it on her slight frame. She breezed by me stopping at the chest of drawers. She grabbed a few items and headed back to the bathroom. A few steps before the bathroom, something dropped to the floor. I looked closer and saw a very skimpy thong. I couldn't help but smile. The video player in my mind flashed an image of her small firm ass encased in the black thong. I shook my head, dissolving the image and looked at Liz. She was bent over the bathroom counter, carefully applying her make up. "Do you think it's going to get a little chilly later in the evening" I asked. "What?" she replied. "its so damn hot out..." Her voice trailed off as she looked over at me. I was standing there holding her thong up by the side straps, grinning widely. "Gimme those!" she yelled as she snatched it out of my hands. "You never wore those for me," I replied with a well over exaggerated pout. "I'm surprised I didn't catch you sniffing the crotch, you perv," she added with spite. I laughed at her attempt at getting back at me. She stepped into the thong and pulled it up her slim, well toned legs, careful not to expose any more skin than absolutely necessary. It didn't stop me from leering at her as she did and she knew it. She held her wine glass out to me and said, " Let's split one more glass of wine before we go. I could use it." I dutifully took the glass and went to the kitchen to fill it. As I did, I wondered if I had pushed her a bit to far. I better apologize when I get back I thought. I entered the room ready to apologize. When I came around the corner of the bathroom entrance, I stopped in my tracks. Liz was bent over the counter applying eyeliner. She was in her black top and had on nothing else but her thong. My eyes we glued to her ass. I remembered how the small, perfectly round globes of her ass fit into the palms of my hands. At that moment all I wanted to do is mold them into my palms. I was in a word speechless. "Ahem!" she cleared her throat to break my stare. "Oh...sorry," I stammered and walked over to the bed and sat down. She was flaunting her bare butt and loving it. She had me right where she wanted me. Making things harder for me, she walked past me to the chest of drawers once again and pulled out a pair of stockings. She sunk down into an overstuffed chair in the corner facing me. She pulled them on somewhat slowly, watching me the whole time. I wished this whole art show thing wasn't looming over us. It would take much more time to play this teasing thing out right. Much more time. I know that she was playing this game because she knew nothing more could happen before we had to leave. Or could it? My turn. I know how it turns Liz on to see how her tight little ass turns men on. I propped myself up on one elbow as I laid back on the bed. I just stared at her firm little globes. I was steel hard and knew that she could see it. I caught her steal a glance or two in the mirror. Time to play hardball. I got up off the bed and walked into the bathroom behind her. I plucked two tissues out of the box and said in a whisper, "I better freshen up a bit. Wouldn't want to attract any unwanted attention." I stopped beside the bed, took off my jacket and laid it on the bed. With my back facing Liz, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and slid them down to my knees. I pulled down the front of my underwear and tucked the band under my balls. She couldn't see the front of me. I took the tissue in one hand and with the other hand, I squeezed the base and stroked upward pushing out a big drop of precum. I stepped out of my pants and pulled my bikini briefs over my hard shaft as best as I could. I walked into the bathroom nonchalantly, dropped the tissue in the trashcan. I excused myself, pushing past the front of her and quickly washed my hands. Liz was staring at me dumbfounded in the mirror the whole time. "I think you might want to adjust your briefs big boy," she said with a sassy tone. I looked down and the head of my cock was fighting for its freedom. It was my turn. "Ahem!" clearing my throat. She looked back into the mirror. Our eyes met in the reflection. "I'm not sure I should trust you behind my back," she said. I looked down to where her thong disappeared between the globes of her ass...so inviting... "Why, what do you think I would do? Something like this?" I asked. I hooked my thumb in the front of my briefs and pulled them down. My cock arched up and landed squarely between those beautiful globes with an audible slap. My hand pressed my shaft snugly between her cheeks. Her back arched and her ass moved up and back against my cock. "Nooooooo, we can't do this!" she moaned. "It isn't right and besides, we don't have time." "Then you shouldn't be teasing me with that tight little ass of yours!" I retorted. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her hard against me. I could feel my balls touch the silky fabric that covered her pussy. "Jeff! No! this isn't right! Not now!" she pleaded. "I've wanted you so bad for so long!" I said as I kept sliding my shaft up and down against her ass. "I've wanted you too, but not now! We have to go to the show!" again she said. "We have enough time! We both want it!" I commanded. In one fluid motion my hands slid off her hips up over her smooth belly and up to her bra. I pushed it up and felt her breasts fall into my hands. Another perfect fit. I massaged her nipples to erectness. I knew she couldn't fight it. She loved to have her nipples teased. "Ohhhhhhh, we shouldn't...everyone at the show will know what we did!" she exclaimed. I let her breasts go and stood up straight. It was now or never. I grabbed the strap of her thong and pulled it aside with one hand. The other glided down her ass and found her slit. A very wet dripping slit. I easily slid a finger inside. All she could do was moan a weak drawn out "Nooooooooooooooooooo." Liz's resolve was fading fast. I grasped my thick throbbing cock and ran the head against her slit. She leaned down to give me better access. "Oh fuck! I need you so bad!" I told her. "Well get it in me then!" she shot back. I was determined now. I was going to give her a hard fuck that she won't forget for a long time! Standing behind her, her thong strap in one hand, my cock in the other. I hooked my foot around her ankle and spread her legs a little more. I looked at her face in the mirror. She had a look of total lust in her eyes. So that's how she wants it? Fast and hard, eh? "Grab your tight little ass and spread those cheeks!" I commanded. She did as she was told with no complaints. I pushed forward sinking half of my long cock in the tightest pussy I have ever felt! I pulled out and leaned hard into her. This time I drove my full length into her. She let out a loud grunt. Liz put her hands on the counter for balance and started to buck against me. I pushed back hard against her. After a few miscues (I popped out of her twice and had to guide myself back in) we found a natural, almost primal rhythm. Looking in the mirror, I could see her tits bouncing every time out bodies met with a fleshy slap. This was not lovemaking. This was all out fucking. Not breasts anymore, but tits. I wasn't entering her wet slit, I was shoving my cock into her c...well even during an all out fuck, I don't use that word... I heard the familiar sound in her voice. I got raspy and high. She gasped out raw harsh words, telling me how to fuck her. Then she gritted out that she was cumming. She arched her back and my hands held her by her rib cage. Her hands trapped her nipples and tugged them hard! Really hard! The sounds that Liz makes when she cums is something every man should witness. I kept pumping her until she started calming down. She fell slowly forward with her arms supporting her on the counter. Finally! My turn! I started pumping her wet puffy pussy. I needed to cum and now!! She pulled away and turned to face me. "Whaaat?" I begged! "Not in me," she said still panting from a huge orgasm, "I'll be dripping all fucking night!" "Then how..." I stopped talking when she dropped to her knees. She took me in her mouth and started sucking. He hands grasped me and pumped in time with her sucking. I felt it build...so hot...so intense! I was oblivious the all things now. Liz had always refused to let me cum in her mouth in the now distant past. In fact she would never have considered sucking me after I had been inside her. But here she was, jamming as much of my cock in her mouth as she could take! And I was about to shoot was promised to be a huge load of cum! But as I said, I was oblivious to all of that. I felt the first contraction in my balls and it hit me so hard my knees almost buckled! I felt it burst out of the head of my shaft! Wave after wave of intense pleasure racked my shaking body as more and more cum shot out and into her mouth. Liz was mumbling something...I looked down and saw her close her eyes tight and took a big swallow. I heard her fight a gag and she got it down. Her hand was covered but still pumping. She swallowed hard once more. "Oh...Liz...I'm so sorry...I didn't realize..." I said in a wavering voice. "It's not that...I didn't want you to mess up my makeup!" she said with a giggle. She wiped her hands on the towel hanging on the wall and got dressed as did I. We met many people that night. We shook many hands. Half way through the night she whispered in my ear, "Oops, I forgot to wash my hands before we left my apartment. Think of all the hands I've shaken. If they only knew. You might have to punish your bad little girl after the party." I couldn't wait for the night to end!! Feedback Please!