Be Very Quiet

The idea of sex in a public place has always intrigued me.  I suppose it’s the thrill of walking a thin line between private and public, of getting caught, or to have someone join us.  When I suggested the idea to you, your eyes got wide and an evil grin crept across your face.  I could tell you had the same ideal.  You were eager to give it a try, but I knew it would take some planning.   We figured out the where and how, but you wanted to keep it spontaneous.  One of us might get an idea and want to make a change on the fly.  I thought it sounded great; inspiration comes from unsuual places.    I wanted to be alone with you at some out-of-the-way place, somewhere neither of us had been.  This made someone recognizing us next to impossible.  I remembered a quiet piano bar downtown.  None of our crowd went there; in fact not many people went there anymore.  It was a bit seedy – a perfect place for our adventure.

We agree to arrive separately.  I arrive first and find a seat at the bar, one that faces the door so I can see you enter.  Where are you?  I begin to get anxious. I  start to play with my beer bottle, twisting the bottle with my fingertips and tearing off the label, leaving a pile of shredded paper on the table.  I am so worked up.   All day I have thought about this and how it’s making me crazy.  I can feel my desire spreading through my body.  The anticipation is making me crazy.  I need you. I need to tell you how much you arouse me,  how much I want to touch your body, how much I want to make you moan.

Finally, you arrive.  I watch you move through the room, fixing my gaze upon you.  You look so sexy in a short  black skirt, cream silk blouse,  and high heels.  Your long legs and firm ass  immediately grab my attention.  You know I am watching you.  As you move across the room, you know that I’m watching you with a raging hard-on, so you tease me by putting a little extra sway in your hips.  I smile, knowing that you are turning other men’s head, but they don’t stand a chance.  You’re mine, I’m your man,  and I don’t share.

You sit at the far end of the room, at a corner table in the dark.  I see a man approach the table with a drink in each hand, but he is quickly dismissed.  I wait a little longer, then make my way across the bar.  I move past the empty stage,  approach the table, and slide into the banquette next to you.  The track lighting illuminates the photographs behind us, but we stay in the shadows.  I lean over to whisper in your ear, sliding my hand under the table, out of view and up your skirt.  Your perfume is blending with the fragrance of your sex, and it drives me wild.  My fingers slide up your thigh, to the sweetness of your sex.  I discover the softness of your newly shaven mound uncovered, your nether lips are moist. I moan softly and whisper, “Mmmm..I want you.”  Sliding a finger inside your pussy, I hear you moan softly. I slide a second finger in and you grind against my hand.  I keep the fingers curved  and rub in a circular motion.  The grinding becomes more intense as you reach for the bulge in my pants.  I am rock hard, trying to keep from shooting my load too soon,  but you rub along the length of my shaft and coax it to maximum hardness.

I continue to  finger fuck you made easier from the lack of panties.  Your pussy is in lock down with no intention of releasing my digits.  You lean over and begin sliding your hands across my chest, aware that the shadows keep us well hidden.  You begin covering my neck with kisses and nibble your way up to my ears.  Your tongue traces a wet, thin line along the edge of my ear, knowing that pushes me over the edge.  I am ready to follow your lead, so you whisper in my ear, “Eat me.  I want you to fuck me with your tongue and make me cum.”   Rather than the luxuriously slow journey of my tongue to your pussy I take dive under the table, get on my knees and angle my body between your splayed thighs, and  plunge my tongue into you and taste your sweetness.

When my tongue first touches the lips, you jump from the sensation.  You are dripping wet and I start licking you, taking all the sweet nectar you have to give.  You make sure that I stay focused by running your fingers through my hair, lightly pressing my head in place.  Encircling your clit with my tongue, I feel your muscles tightening preparing for the pleasure about to radiate through your body.  The real challenge will be if you can keep your moans low enough not to attract attention.  We both get loud when we orgasm.  My tongue dives deep with one final thrust and you cum in waves.  I glance up from under the tablecloth and witness the rapture on your face.

Slowly I come up for air, but you need more.  Grabbing my hand, you pull me from out behind the table and lead me to the curtain behind the stage.  You part it away for us to pass through, moving towards a couch reserved for performers.  “No show tonight,” she coos, “no interruptions.  Take me right here.”  I push her back onto the couch and plunge into her.  She is so wet, my cock meets little resistance.  I have no patience as I fuck her brains out.  “Deeper…I want you deeper inside me.”  We are frantic lovers, knowing only a curtain separates us from the crowded bar.  It would be so easy for someone to sneak up on us – a thought that crossed my mind, but maybe another time.

I grab her hips in seach of leverage.  Each stroke reaches the maximum, the head of my cock slamming the back of her pussy.  We are both so close to errupting.  “Come on, baby.  Come with me.”  I can feel the waves of passion surging through me, pushing me to the brink.  Falling forward, with a crash of lips against lips, tongue meeting tongue, I cum into you.  My primal cries are muffled with our kiss as I scream into you.  It’s not long before you grind your hips into me, taking  continued thrusts of my rod, returning the deep kisses and moans as you find your release.  Our arms are wrapped around each other, trying to absorb every ounce of essence from each other.  Our combined energy is off the charts, but now it slowly seeps from us and causes us to collapse onto each other.

Reality quickly brings us out of our passion-soaked haze and we proceed to clean up and straighten up, all while wearing knowing grins.  We ignore the drinks left on the table and dash out the back door into the night, drunk on each other and ready for more.

~ by megawfa79 on September 25, 2010.