While visiting Salt Lake City, I had the opportunity to enter the Mormon Tabernacle through a friend with church connections.
While waiting to enter the main doors of the temple for services, I got a kinky idea: To find a private spot and masturbate my girlfriend (a pretty brunette) to orgasm. I stood there feeling my clit twinge as I pressed my thighs shut at the thought.
I led my friend out of line and down hallways, touching doors and dipping into alcoves to find space. I came upon what may have been a church elder's office. It was dark with burl wood, leather furniture, photos of the LDS's leadership on the wall. I pulled my girl down below the desk with me and we sat, side-by-side with our backs against the cabinet behind the desk. I started kissing her, and soon she became hip to what I had in mind-orgasms here, in this place.
We kissed and stroked each other. Her heart was pounding and so was mine at the thought of getting caught by the LDS's church police squad. We were moving rapidly for a good quick fuck, my hands exploring all over her body. Through her long, smooth hair. Along her tiny waist, her hips, her full bottom. She was shaking with nervousness but also moaning and pushing into me, suggesting she was ready to make a go of it. Ending the make-out session, I put her on her hands and knees in the rear-entry position. I lifted her skirt up around her waist and got her panties off. I reached around and began stroking her clit and her soft, bushy mons with my right hand. She was fully swollen and wet. I slid my fingers between her pussy lips and really started working her. I wanted to dry hump her as I did this, so I changed angles, positioning my clit (I was still in clothes) against her left buttock and reaching around her with my right, masturbating her hard as I ground against her ass. The sensation was phenomenal for both of us. She was loving being dominated by me.
She soon erupted into orgasm and as soon as she was finished, I pulled my hand away and placed it against her hip so I could dry hump her squarely. Within about 10 thrusts, I was shuddering. Five more and I was having a sublime release.
We comported ourselves in a hurry and skulked through the halls, returning to the crowd of waiting worshippers. As we stood around, I grazed my hand across my lips and inhaled her musky perfume. The faintest grin registered across my lips.