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 The Show (mf, cuckold)

   We've casually been eyeing each other across the bar all night.  You
with your man who is more interested in the bartender's low rise jeans, and
me drowning my travel woes in my favorite brew.  I casually get up to
survey the rest of the bar, and walk by you.  On the first pass, you
pretend not to notice, but lean forward so I can see your pretty purple and
black lace thong creeping above your skirt.  You knew what you were doing,
and I was happy to endulge.  I did my quick rounds, and headed back to my
seat, but as I passed you this time, you were turned to face the crowd.  In
a daring move, you lean into me as I pass, gently brushing my tumescent
cock with your hand.  You look up and meet my eye, and there is a spark.

   I found my barstool and ordered another.  Your man's cell rings, and he
"has to take this call; it's business." As he walks out of the bar, you
make your way over to me.  I turn around to face the crowd, legs spread,
and you walk into me massaging my cock with your thigh.  I ask if you want
to take a quick tour of the office building adjacent to the bar, and you
agree, welcoming the fresh air.

   As I stood up, I let my eyes roam over your body.  Your blond hair is
gathered up on your head in a casual, yet sexy way.  You are wearing a
short pleated skirt that rides very low on your waist, and a tight, button
down top that leaves little to the imagination.  You must be excited at our
prospects, as your nipples are easily visible through your top.

   We make our way out of the bar and into the adjoining building, your arm
on mine, and step into the glass elevator that opens up to its atrium. 
It's late, so the building is mostly empty, but I know there are a few
people still hanging around.  Trying to impress their boss to maybe get an
extra nugget of gold in their annual bonus, no doubt.

   Once we are in the elevator, I push you to the back against the glass.
Anyone who glanced towards the elevator would see two lovers in a
passionate embrace.  Our connection had me heated up and I could not wait
any longer.  I turned you around, flipped up your skirt, and noticed at
some point during the night you had removed your pretty thong.  I ran my
fingers through your slit and felt how wet you were.  Your juices were
practically running down your leg!

   I pulled your long lips apart with my fingers and dipped my tongue in
for a taste.  Your sweet nectar ran down my chin as we started to ascend up
the floors.  Through the first 20 floors, I casually looked around and
noticed that there were a few people milling around each floor, and several
seemed to take note of the steam starting to form on the glass as it rose.

   The heat from your pussy was driving me crazy.  I whipped out my seven
inches and ran it through your slit, lubing it with your juices.  You look
over your shoulder at me, top now unbuttoned and your perky breasts
exposed, and tell me to fuck you.

   "Quit fucking around back there and fuck me!  Use my pussy!"

   I didn't need any more encouragement.  I plunged my cock into your pussy
with one fluid motion.  Your heightened arousal rewards you with an orgasm
just as my head passes through your lips.  I love the feeling of your pussy
spasming on my cock as I continue to make myself at home.  Somehow, I held
off my orgasm and maintained control.

   40 floors have passed and we are at the top of the building...  40 to go
to get back down to the bar.

   I start pounding into you hard and fast.  I pull your hair as I take you
from behind.  You don't let your man pull your hair, but you desperately
need someone to be rough with you.  20 floors pass and I feel a familiar
tingling.  You must have seen my reaction as you screamed for me to cum
deep in your pussy.  My semen begins to boil up from deep within my balls,
and I squirt thick ropes of cum deep into your waiting pussy.  My orgasm
triggers your second, and you clamp down on my cock like a vise.

   Seeing the lobby approach, you quickly stand up, button your shirt, and
I pull my cock out of your sloppy pussy.  You smooth down your skirt, brush
the stray hair out of your eyes, and give me a knowing wink as you exit the
elevator to head back to your man.  You have not been that satisfied in a
while, and knowing that another man's semen is running down your leg gives
you shivers as you briskly walk back to the bar.  Your fast walk keeps your
pussy lips rubbing together, and small waves of pleasure continue to wash
over you.  I stand up, put my half-staff cock back into my pants, and head
back to the bar to settle up.  By the time I get there, you have already
left.

   I pay my tab, tip heavily, and put on my coat and head for my hotel.  As
I walked outside, I put my hands in my pockets and feel something on my
left hand.  As I pull the object out of my pocket, a smile grows on my
face. It is your purple and black thong.