Friday, October 27, 2006

Not quite a dark corner ...

Your hand on my knee makes me uncross them. The skirt of my dress edges up and my bare thigh brushes against the table cloth. I feel a little exposed, even knowing that I'm hidden by the table. I pull my dress back down trying to cover myself. I look at our companions across the table. They are talking casually, not noticing my reaction. I cannot remember the topic so I just smile and try to listen.
Your fingers ease under my skirt, pulling it upward again. Your fingers run lightly along my inner thigh and I giggle. I put my hand on your arm in a plea for you to stop. Your hand touches my back and I get a look. It is a reminder to behave. I straighten my back, still watching you.
You smile. It is a worrying smile, the smile of a plan. I turn my attention back to the female on my right, who is talking about a movie she saw last week. Your fingers grab my inner thigh and pinch tight. I nearly jump out of my seat. My head whips around and I give you a sharp look. I want to growl at you, but resist the urge. When I look back around the table there are confused looks. I smile brightly.
I am relieved when the music comes back on and the others leave to dance. You move closer to me. I can smell the alcohol on your breath. It is a light smell because you've only been drinking to be sociable. I can also smell you, and it immediately turns me on. I want to push my lips against yours and taste you.
Your hand pushes my legs further apart. I lean back to watch your face. Your fingers brush against the thin material of my panties. I tilt my hips upward and spread my legs further, letting me have better access to my body.
I take a long drink from my glass. "This is supposed to be a challenge," You say in my ear.
I shiver, staring at the liquid in my glass. "I still have to act like a good girl."
Your answers is to slide a finger under the crotch of my panties. "I love how wet you get in public."
I close my eyes and let the music guide my body's movements.
You wet your fingertip just inside of me. I feel you drag it up my slit and then worm it's way inside my hood to press on my clit.
"Your nipples are showing. You are rocking your hips. I don't think you are being a good girl at all."
I open my eyes and look downward at my chest. I shrug a little, reminding myself not to forgo a bra next time.
You slide your free hand across my chest. Your fingers pinch and twist a nipple, making it stand out more. I cry out in pain and pleasure. My arm lifts towards you.
Your finger is rubbing a small tight circle on my clit. "How much more can you take before you lose it?" Your voice is deep in my ear.
I lean over and look at your growing crotch. I read my hand toward it. "How much can you take?"
You grab my hand before it can touch you, pushing it away. "That is against the rules."
I pout a little and think to reply. Before I can you shove three fingers inside of me. I gasp and grip my glass tightly.
You thrust your fingers a few times into me. I am left limp and panting against the chair.
Just as suddenly as you entered me, you exit. Your fingers, wet, wrap around my upper arm.
"What?" I pant, as you stand up, pulling me to my feet.
I grab my drink, gulping the rest down. I decide that you are taking me home to finish this.
We pass our tablemates as they return from the dance floor. "Going for a dance?" the girl asks. I wish I could remember her name. I wish I knew where we were going.
"We'll be right back," you say.
I turn to you. "Where are we going?"
There is no reply. You are half-dragging me, your long legs able to cover much more distance then mine. I'm in heels, stumbling after you.
We enter a darkened corner of the bar. My pussy starts to throb thinking of the possibilities. I've never had sex in such a public place. The threat of being caught imminent. The threat of being watched much more likely. There is a mixture of fear and excitement in my belly. I press my free hand to my middle, trying to calm myself.
A light looms in front of me and we enter a bathroom. There is no line, but there are men using urinals. They glance at us, and I smile a little. Then you push me into a stall and lock the door behind me.
I am shaking a little. But my nerves cannot stop my pussy from soaking through my panties.
Your hands cover my breast, squeezing and pushing them roughly together. Your fingers pinch my nipples through my dress. I decide maybe not wearing a bra was a good idea, after all.
While you work on my breasts, I raise my skirt and remove my panties. I lean my back against the door.
Your eyes are dark as they meet mine. I feel a surge of fear. I distract myself with grappling with your belt, trying to free your cock. My hands are shaking too much and I just bump in knuckles against you.
You push my hands away and put a hand on my shoulders. I sink to the ground on my knees, under pressure of your hand. Your other hand swiftly undoes your belt and pants, and they drop to the floor.
I look up at you with a smile, having all but forgotten where I am. The desire to please you outweighs my modesty, or what little is left of it. I glance around the stall. I fold my hands in my lap and wait patiently.
I am not left waiting long. Your underwear quickly falls around your ankles.
I waste no time moving into you. I open my mouth wide and engulf your hard cock with my mouth. Your hands grip the sides of my head as I take you deep into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the head of your cock.
You groan and stiffen. I smile at the reaction, and bob my head faster.
My pussy is throbbing. And I hope that you are planning on fucking me, not just getting off in my mouth. The thought is a little satisfying, but my body would still be throbbing. A mixture of frustration and pleasure courses through my body. Stuck in the club, throbbing and unsatisfied. Until we go home and I beg you to fuck me. If I make it home. I might beg you to fuck me in the car, or outside the club.
I sigh and bring my thoughts back to the erection in my mouth.
Your hands have wrapped into my hair and you pull me away. I frown up at you. My frown turns to a whimper when you lift me by my hair. I quickly get my feet under me and stand up in front of you.
You light the skirt around my waist. I breath a sigh of relief, you're going to fuck me.
You put your hands under my butt and lift me a little. Once in position, your cock slides inside of me. I relax more as you fill me up.
I am moaning and panting as you start to thrust into me. I try to bit my bottom lip. I grip your shoulders tightly, a shout announcing my orgasm. I fight to keep my body tense as you start pounding into me. The stall is shaking and I hope it is sturdy.
Your fingers are pinching my butt, your moans in my ear, just for me to hear.
I feel your mouth on my shoulder. A light kiss at first and then I feel teeth. Your body stiffens and the thrusts are shorter. You are no longer holding me up. I drop to the floor and try to get my feet under me. But you collapse against and I am pinned to the door. The cold metal makes me squeal again and I try to push you away.
You stand, pulling your pants back up. I grab my panties and think about getting them back on. But you have already opened the stall door. I stare at the pink material in my hands.
I look at your back which is leaving the bathroom. I drop the panties on the floor and stumble to follow you out.
There is a group of men who are staring at us. They have gathered to listen to me. I am blushing deep red and hurrying toward the darkened club.

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