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Warm and wet on the dance floor -- part 2

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: expat Posted on: 01 Mar 2004 1 comments
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This is part 2 of a story involving a hot young stranger I met at a corporate party. Things quickly got carried away. If you haven't read "part 1" it may be a good place to start.We stood in the shadows, just off to the side of the dance floor, our tongues entwined. I could still taste the delicious, salty-sweet tang of her pussy on my lips and it made it even more exciting to be sharing it with her. Our slow public tease of one another had really built us both up into a sexual frenzy. Amidst a large crowd of friends and co-workers we realized that what we were doing was extremely risky as well as inappropriate but we were both oblivious. We were entirely lost in the moment. We were focused on finding somewhere -- anywhere - to go for a bit more privacy. The House of Blues is a pretty big club with lots of nooks and crannies, but nowhere dark and private enough to allow us to satisfy our needs. My first taste of her wasn't nearly enough and my mind was racing, trying to think of a more hospitable venue to take her. It was about 1:30 a.m at this point. We grabbed our coats. I grabbed her hand and quickly lead her out of the club. Once outside we walked a bit and ducked into the first sheltered, darkened doorway we found. I pinned her against the door. We were both panting and groping one another underneath our clothes as we kissed. I quickly spun her around so that she was pressed up against the cold glass of the door. With my lips pressed against her neck I reached around with my left hand to gently knead one of her breasts and tweak her hardened nipple. I pressed my still-erect cock into her ass and felt her grind back on me. Then with my right hand I reached around and followed the same path that hers did earlier down the front of her skirt. The sticky wetness I felt over her closely trimmed pubic hair was electrifying but it was nothing compared to how it felt to curl my fingers up into her sopping wet pussy. She gasped and then abruptly turned around to face me. She urgently started to undue my belt and trousers. "I need you to fuck me so bad. Right here, right now" she said. Now, I was in no position or mindset to argue. But dear readers, I must point out that this was February in Chicago and in the wee hours of the morning, it must have been no more than 5 -- 10 degrees above zero outside. But we were each generating so much internal heat that it could have been Miami beach. Another consideration was that even though we were on a side street, this was still downtown Chicago and we were certainly at risk of discovery by late night passersby. Again, at the moment, none of this mattered.With my belt and button undone, my trousers fell to the ground. Melissa reached down and slid her g-string down to the ground as well. Then with both hands she pulled her skirt up to hip level, waiting for me. Thanks to the errant beam of a streetlight I got my first look at this incredible pussy that until that moment I had only tasted and felt. It was amazing. Soft brown curls trimmed in a simple vertical stripe descending to just past the top of her clit. I seriously will never forget how it looked out on the street that night. I dropped to my knees, scraping them a bit in the process, and pressed my nose into her glorious patch. With my hands on each cheek of her bare ass I pulled her into me and breathed in her scent. I dipped my head and slowly traced a line with my tongue up between her lips then circled her protruding clit gently. I heard her gasp again and then a long anxious moan before I felt her hands pulling me up. "No" she said. "That's not what I need right now. Please fuck me." I kissed her deeply again while grabbing and lifting her left leg. She braced herself against the glass with one hand while guiding my cock into her waiting pussy. We had been teasing each other for so long now that I slid into her without a bit of friction. We weren't in the easiest position, but with some shifting angles and some rebalancing I was able to generate a smooth, firm stroke. It didn't take long before Melissa was ready to come. She made the most incredible sounds when she climaxed. A beautiful combination of moan and breath (if that makes any sense). Her impending orgasm triggered mine as well as it felt like I shot ropes and ropes of come into her.Afterward, we stood there, holding each other tight with my cock still inside her for what seemed like a very long time as she came down. Both of us breathing heavy I started to contemplate the view I must be offering to the street -- bare-assed with my pants around my ankles. Finally, she lifted her head off of my chest, laughed a moment, looked at me and said, "My God, where did you come from?" I took that as a compliment.And that was the beginning of an awesome two years dating Melissa. And in that time we had a few other life-changing adventures. I might just write about them.