Jack Schitt
01-17-2008, 09:57 AM
The music roared in their ears, like surf breaking on the beach, rhymically, steadily pushing their bodies around in the waves of sound. They clung together on the dance floor, two strangers who knew nothing about each other except for the flow of their bodies moving in and out of each others wake.
An hour earlier they'd bumped into each other on the dance floor. Her, with glass still in hand half empty. He, with another woman who had soon grew tired of being on the outer realm, and moved on. Now they complimented each others movements like they'd met before. The music slowed down, but the dull and heavy thud of the bass kept them entranced. Their bodies moving closer and closer together, her tingling breasts brushing against his chest, and his now growing hard cock rubbing and grinding on her damp crotch.
She slid her hand discreetly round and began tracing the outline of his throbbing member. They danced on growing less aware of the multitudes of people on the floor that surrounded them. He groaned in her ear and gentle kissed her neck. She responded by carefully unzipping his pants and slipping her hand in.
Their mouths met as his hands began cupping her breasts. But his patience was short and he lifted her skirt and rubbed his hand on the outside of her underwear, feeling how damp she'd become. His fingers slid under the edges of her panties and into her wet pussy. "Oh God" she groaned, "we can't do this here...".
He pulled her close to him and pushed her hand out of his zipper. His cock fell out - she could feel it pressing against her. His hands tugging the buttons of her top open just enuff for him to see her breasts. He lifted her up and positioned her just above his hard cock, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her dripping wet cunt found the head of his cock and slid down on it. He began gently thrusting himself in time to the music. The floor was still packed with people in their own little worlds - who didn't seem to notice or care. Bodies bumped into them constantly as the music sped up.
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His mouth found her breasts and he buried his face in her open blouse, sucking and licking her nipples as his cock thrust her into a frenzy of ectasy. She held on and climaxed. Her hot, wet pussy gripping his cock as she came hard.
He stopped dancing and still carrying her, pushed his way back through the crowd. She caught her breath just as he found a lonely chair in a quiet corner and sat down, with her still perched on his cock.
Sweat poured off them both. He kissed her mouth again, sucking her lips and tongue and gently starting to grind his cock inside her again. His thumb found her swollen clit and he drew a continuous circle on it driving her back to ectasy. She moved in time to his body and began riding him, tension mounting. Her head tilted up towards the ceiling and her long hair flowed down her back, reflecting the coloured lights around them. He grabbed her hips and slammed his cock up into her causing her to tighten up and start spasming into another orgasm.
His breathing started to change and he could feel his cum rising, ready to explode into her. He let go, his head spinning as his cock let the tension out of his body. Their bodies collapsed onto each other and they sat there for a while, catching their breath.
She kissed him goodbye, and headed back out into the crowd towards her friends, not knowing anything about him - except how his body felt on hers...........................
An hour earlier they'd bumped into each other on the dance floor. Her, with glass still in hand half empty. He, with another woman who had soon grew tired of being on the outer realm, and moved on. Now they complimented each others movements like they'd met before. The music slowed down, but the dull and heavy thud of the bass kept them entranced. Their bodies moving closer and closer together, her tingling breasts brushing against his chest, and his now growing hard cock rubbing and grinding on her damp crotch.
She slid her hand discreetly round and began tracing the outline of his throbbing member. They danced on growing less aware of the multitudes of people on the floor that surrounded them. He groaned in her ear and gentle kissed her neck. She responded by carefully unzipping his pants and slipping her hand in.
Their mouths met as his hands began cupping her breasts. But his patience was short and he lifted her skirt and rubbed his hand on the outside of her underwear, feeling how damp she'd become. His fingers slid under the edges of her panties and into her wet pussy. "Oh God" she groaned, "we can't do this here...".
He pulled her close to him and pushed her hand out of his zipper. His cock fell out - she could feel it pressing against her. His hands tugging the buttons of her top open just enuff for him to see her breasts. He lifted her up and positioned her just above his hard cock, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her dripping wet cunt found the head of his cock and slid down on it. He began gently thrusting himself in time to the music. The floor was still packed with people in their own little worlds - who didn't seem to notice or care. Bodies bumped into them constantly as the music sped up.
http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/12/20/arts/20dirt.600.jpg
His mouth found her breasts and he buried his face in her open blouse, sucking and licking her nipples as his cock thrust her into a frenzy of ectasy. She held on and climaxed. Her hot, wet pussy gripping his cock as she came hard.
He stopped dancing and still carrying her, pushed his way back through the crowd. She caught her breath just as he found a lonely chair in a quiet corner and sat down, with her still perched on his cock.
Sweat poured off them both. He kissed her mouth again, sucking her lips and tongue and gently starting to grind his cock inside her again. His thumb found her swollen clit and he drew a continuous circle on it driving her back to ectasy. She moved in time to his body and began riding him, tension mounting. Her head tilted up towards the ceiling and her long hair flowed down her back, reflecting the coloured lights around them. He grabbed her hips and slammed his cock up into her causing her to tighten up and start spasming into another orgasm.
His breathing started to change and he could feel his cum rising, ready to explode into her. He let go, his head spinning as his cock let the tension out of his body. Their bodies collapsed onto each other and they sat there for a while, catching their breath.
She kissed him goodbye, and headed back out into the crowd towards her friends, not knowing anything about him - except how his body felt on hers...........................