The Vanquisher  

JustKitt 51F
16 posts
4/2/2006 2:42 pm

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12/5/2006 11:17 pm

The Vanquisher

We had spent the evening flirting shamelessly. Looking into eachother's eyes with that longing look everyone around you can recognize. Touching eachother in those places that only you know excite you.

We were with a truly "vanilla" crowd as we started the evening. A country/western bar where we met a friend and her date. I hadn't been c/w dancing in years, so as he scooted me around the dance floor on my black stiletto's, I let my body melt into his arms as he guided me around. There were no thoughts as I lost myself in his eyes. Just the physical feeling of moving with him.

Being the sexual souls that we are, there was only so much "vanilla" we could stand. We went to a swinger's place -- an "on-premises" place where we could grope, fondle, touch and tease as much as we wanted without Dallas vice tagging along. We took up a place at the bar, and began to watch the crowd. To our disappointment, there was no one there who seemed to meet our challenging standards. But then again, we were too focused on being with eachother to even begin to choose a 'second best'. The dance floor was empty when the DJ put on the song. The song I had played in my head as I put on my stockings; as I applied my red lipstick; as I buckled the ankle straps on the shoes I knew he appreciated.

Without a word, we moved to the dance floor. I stopped, and he slid up behind me, pushing my ass up against his groin, and taking my breast in his hand. I leaned my head back against his chest, as we began to move with the music, as if we had been in the throes of passionate sex for hours already. My hands moved behind me and took his already hard member in between my fingers. I rubbed my nails heavily across the denimn. He pushed his hips closer to mine to feel the nails deeper. At the chorus, "I want to fuck you like an animal..." his hands were hard on my hips, as I bent forward and we immediately took up the rhythm of the song and fucked -- his pants still on, my skirt still down. I lifted my head and opened my eyes to see we were still the only ones on the dance floor, yet we were not alone. All eyes were on us as we fucked, fully dressed.

I turned to take him mouth to mine, and he slid his leg between my two. My pussy was dripping, my juices sliding down my leg. As I pressed my swollen, soaking clit to his thigh, soaking him as well, we breathed together, in and out. Sharing our air, and exchanging souls for a moment. He put his hand on my throat, pulling me closer. Making me wetter. Pressing me closer to orgasm. His other hand massaged my ample ass under my skirt. He slid his fingers down into the crack, seeking out the source of the wetness. As he found it, he felt my body shudder -- the first for the evening. "Whose ass is it, baby?" "Yours, Love", I replied. Everything belonged to him then. Even my soul. Especially my heart.


More to follow....

Find out what happens with Kitt and her secret man. Do they strip down and fuck on the dance floor? Or do they retire to the beds for some quality sex with a few select friends? Or perhaps they steal away to their Lovers Hideaway? Who will know? Is she married to him? Is he married to another? What brought them here?

We shall see...



Johndred 50M

4/3/2006 12:02 am

... really nice one!
Waiting for more to come...
J.


rm_clitoral_man 51M
605 posts
4/3/2006 8:14 am

Luv the sexual tension you create JK...looking forward to more!


spinmagiic 61M

8/13/2006 8:09 am

amazing discertation. your profile and blogs are totally awesome. Glad i chanced across your Member View. I envy your outlook of life! Thanks!


JustKitt 51F

8/13/2006 7:39 pm

Thank you, Gentlemen. It's good to know when your musings, true or imagined, are appreciated.

What I like is to make the reader try to imagine whether it really happened, or if I created it.

Can you tell? I'll never tell.


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