Paul was his name. Fucking fast and hard was his game. I
spotted him across the room at the bar, waiting for a beer.
I made my way over and ordered another Fuzzy Navel. I wanted
to get plowed and have some rip-roaring fun tonight.
“Hey there, good looking,” I said to this fabulous
looking guy.
He turned towards me and said, “Hi back atchya.”
“What is a guy like you doing here alone?”
“Probably the same thing as a gal like you. Wanna
dance?”
We made it down to the dance floor without spilling our
drinks and started to gyrate next to each other. He put our
drinks down on the sidebar near us and pulled me closer. He
was behind me and I felt his hard-on pressing against the
small of my back. I purposely started moving against it,
teasing him. His hands came around me and slyly cupped my
breasts, fingers brushing against my nipples. I turned
around to face him and our lips melded together. My tongue
probed his mouth, our pelvises ground against each other,
the beat of the music pounded in our veins. It was as if no
one else was there on the dance floor, we were so focused on
each other. His hands slid underneath my skirt and groped my
ass, exposing my gartered stockings in the process, but I
didn’t even notice.
The music never stopped and neither did we. I made my
way around him, took a long drink, and pressed my body
against his back. My hands wrapped around him and found the
ever-increasing bulge in his pants. I slowly rubbed up and
down his shaft while pressing my nipples into his back.
Before I caused him to cum in his pants I slid my hands up
to his chest and unbuttoned his shirt enough to get my hands
inside. I found his nipples and tweaked them, gently at
first and then more savagely as the music became louder and
faster.
My pussy pulsed, aching to be touched. Paul must have
sensed this and his hands slid behind and again lifted my
skirt up. He found that my panties were of the crotchless
sort and felt my shaved mound. His fingers slid down to the
wet center of my being and dipped into the sweet nectar.
Before removing his hand he slipped his finger up to my
turgid clit and gave it a rub. I moaned and closed my eyes,
basking in the sensations my body was experiencing. Then he
withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to my lips,
spreading my juices on me like lipstick. He turned me around
and moved me in front of him, leaned over and kissed me
wildly, making me moan even more, and louder, too.
The music changed to something slower and we got very
intimate. Paul raised my left leg up onto his thigh and
pulled me so close that my bare pussy was touching his leg.
His jeans were becoming damp where we were joined. My
nipples strained against my blouse and got harder and more
sensitive as each second ticked by. I loved the need that
was boiling under my skin.
We continued dancing close until the song ended. Then
Paul went to the bar to get refills on our drinks. I stayed
on the dance floor, dancing alone to the music. I was so
hot, so heady, and so randy! I twirled to the rhythm,
lifting my skirt, flashing anyone who would look. I was so
full of lust I didn’t really care who saw my wares. I put my
hands to my chest and started to tweak my own nipples,
rolling them between my fingers over my blouse.
Hedonistically I brought one hand to my mouth and licked my
finger, getting it very wet. Then I unbuttoned my blouse and
stuck my hand inside, to play with my nipple without the
clothing impeding my pleasure. Thank God I’d worn my
peek-a-boo bra!
Paul returned to the dance floor. I took a long swallow
of my drink before allowing him to put it on the sidebar.
Once he had deposited our drinks, I pulled him to me and
started kissing him with wanton lust. My mouth left his lips
and traveled to his jaw and then his neck. I moaned as I
sucked on his skin like a vampire, leaving a dark blue-red
hickey that looked like a squished blueberry. Paul knew that
I was going to fuck him senseless once he got me to a hotel.
“Mmmmmm, I want you,” I said to Paul, as my hands
started unzipping his jeans.
“Let’s blow this joint,” Paul replied.
“I’d rather blow you,” I said as I dropped to my knees,
freed his cock and sunk my mouth down on it all in one swift
move.
If the others dancing around us noticed this fiasco they
did nothing to hinder us. We were in the center of the dance
floor where it would just look like Paul was dancing with
himself from the bouncer’s line of vision. I think, rather,
those around us were enjoying the show and didn’t want it
stopped, so they kept quiet.
I sucked Paul’s ever-hardening cock further into my
mouth, licking it the entire way then flicked the area under
his peehole as I worked back up the shaft. I grasped it
around the base and with my other hand fondled his balls. I
moved my mouth up and down quickly, knowing he must be
excited to be blown in public. I had no patience to take my
time with this adventure, and hoped that Paul would
understand my frantic need to get him off quickly. My snatch
leaked juice down my legs and dripped on the floor from the
edge of my thigh high stockings. I burned with desire and
wanted to get Paul to fuck me then and there. I didn’t want
to wait until we got anywhere else. I needed his cock inside
my cunt now. I was so hot.
As he neared climax I stopped blowing him and stood,
positioning myself so that he could enter my pussy
unassisted. My left leg went back up on his thigh and he
pulled me up on him as I wrapped my right leg around him
too. With both legs wrapped around his hips I was able to
buck myself back and forth on his shaft, impaling myself
with thrust after thrust. I gasped for air, felt my climax
nearing, and started talking dirty to Paul.
“Fuck my pussy, you big boy! Fuck me hard!”
“Do you like being a naughty boy, fucking in front of a
crowd?”
“I want to see you explode, see your jism hit the
ceiling. Can you do that for me baby?”
Then I started getting louder until all those dancing
around us heard me.
“Fuck me, stud! Jam that sausage inside me! Make me
squirm!!” I screamed.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!! Fuck me, oh yes!! Fuck me, yeah,
yeah! Mmmmmmmmmmmm!! Yes!! I’m going to cum!!” I shouted out
at the top of my lungs.
I rode him to my climax and then before he had a chance
to blow I jumped off of him to jack him to sweet release.
The music pounded hard, fast and loud, and drew us into its
frenzy. Those on the dance floor closest to us now had their
eyes glued to the scene that unfolded in front of them. His
jeans slid down a little on his ass and I took his balls in
my mouth and continued to jerk his cock until he started to
groan. Then I slipped a wet finger into his ass and he
exploded with an animalistic grunt and howl. His cum shot in
the air as the song ended and those around us erupted into a
round of applause.
After we put ourselves back together we gathered our
drinks at the sidebar and both swallowed them down in one
long gulp.
“Are you ready to go now?” Paul asked me.
I merely nodded my head yes, as I was unsure if I could
trust my voice.
He escorted me out to his ride and opened the door for
me. He was such a gentleman all of a sudden. I wondered why?
I think he wanted more of what he had just had.
He got in and before he had a chance to put the key in
the ignition I was all over him again, like stink on a
skunk. I ripped his shirt open and the buttons flew in every
direction. I unzipped his jeans and found his cock oozing
pre-cum again already. I took it on my finger and brought it
to his nipples and rubbed it in, then bent and licked it
off. Then I slid down in the seat and took his pole in my
mouth and began to lick and suckle on it.
“Get me home fast, Strummer, before I rape you in the
car!!”