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Subject: An Evening Out by Dulcinea

An Evening Out
by Dulcinea

She'd started before they'd even entered the house for the party.  In
the dark, in the car, she'd rolled the short hem of her skirt up past
the tops of her stockings and showed him her bare thighs, her bare hips,
bringing his fingers down to touch her bare pussy.  "So you know what to
look forward to," she told him.

Now he had a grin on his face he couldn't dampen, and if he brought his
fingertips up to his nose, he could catch a hint of her scent.  He
watched her walk across the room, his mind moving forward to the evening
after returning home.  She really knew how to affect him.

She smiled at him, passing him a drink.  To anyone watching, it appeared
to be a normal exchange between them.  But only he saw the wink, only he
heard her whisper, "I want you."  Brushing her breasts across his arm,
she added, "I need you."

He felt the response in his nether regions immediately, but she only
smiled and wandered away, wiggling her ass for his benefit.  A thousand
images flashed through his mind, but nothing that helped calm his
carbonated hormones.

Dinner was not easier for him.  She kept up her end in the conversations
around the table, her hand on his thigh, on his crotch, stroking his
hard on through his pants.  He was hard-pressed to appear normal,
forcing himself to eat his meal and smile at the people around him.
With a gentle smile, she turned her attention on him, mischief sparkling
in her eyes.  "I want you," she whispered again.

When they left the table, he watched her head out of the room, towards
the back of the house where the bathrooms were.  Trying to appear
casual, he followed her, his long strides easily overtaking her.
"Honey!"  she cried as he came up behind her, pushing her into the

bathroom and locking the door.  "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I am doing, you little tease?"  He grinned, undoing
his pants.  With a sigh, he released his swollen cock.  "Come here."

"Oh, honey, not here."  She shook her head.  "Someone might come by...."
She swallowed hard, her own desire threatening to overwhelm her.  "We
should head for home."

He shook his head, pushing her up against the sink and raising her short
skirt over her ass.  Running his hands over her plump ass cheeks, he
slid a finger into her pussy, feeling the wetness he knew he would find.
"You said you wanted me," he whispered, sliding his hard cock into her.
"Now you have me."

She moaned, closing her eyes as he pumped in and out of her.  He ran his
hands under her breasts, cupping them through the fabric of her dress.
He watched her face in the mirror over the sink, watched his hands
roaming across her body.  Her lovely eyes fluttered open, watching the
mirror.

Her breathing changed, her body beginning to shake and shudder as she
approached her orgasm.  Grabbing the hand towel off the towel rack, he
folded it lengthwise into fourths, sliding it between her teeth to
muffle her cries.  Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her
through the orgasm, then started pumping into even her harder, faster,
stroking her clit, making her squirm and groan even more.  When she
climaxed again, he came with her, shooting his cum deep inside her.

He left the bathroom before she did, ducking down the dark hall and
stepping back into the party with a grin on his face.  When she emerged,
she was walking carefully, and he remembered that she had no underwear
on.  "I still want you," she whispered as she passed, heading for the
front door.  He went to collect their coats and make their excuses to
the hostess. The night was still young, and he had a lot to look forward
to.



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