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My Long Weekend, Part 2 (M/F, oral)

By: HotTalkR@aol.com
       http://members.aol.com/HotTalkR

DISCLAIMER: This story contains explicit sex. If you are offended by this type
of material, or are under 18 years of age, PLEASE STOP READING.

	Feeling hot, sexy, and ready for adventure, I walked passed the doorman and
into the club. It was new, and hadn't yet been taken over my middle-aged baby
boomers trying to act both unmarried and fifteen years younger. The sound
system was top-notch, sending the low bass pounding into your body like slow,
passionate sex. Lights flashed on the dance floor, but the lighting at the bar
and booths that surrounded the dancers was pleasantly low. Seeing an empty
stool at the bar, and feeling the strong need for a stiff drink, I strolled on
over.
	"Tequila. Cuervo Gold with a Corona chaser." The bartender, a good looking guy
in his late twenties, smiled and slid both over to me.
	"A lady with good taste."
	I knocked back the tequila and flicked my tongue teasingly against my upper
lip.  "Better than you'll ever know." His smile widened, but before he could
reply a noisy drunk at the other end of the bar clamored for his attention.
Taking a slow sip of my beer, I turned and watched the dancers. After my long
dry spell (my boyfriend Joe doesn't like to dance) I could hardly wait to get
out there. My the time I'd finished my beer a nice looking red haired guy had
asked me to dance, and off I went. 
	The next couple of hours were a blur. The dance floor was hot and crowded,
forcing me to stop for a cold drink after every couple of numbers. Three shots
of tequila and one beer later I was feeling more relaxed than I had in weeks.
The music called to me, and I rolled my hips sensuously with each driving beat,
running my hands through my long hair and lifting it off my neck while I danced
with my eyes closed. When the lyrics murmured "I want to touch you all over" my
hands slid slowly over my own body, relishing the feel of my slender, very
female body. As the song blended into the next I felt a second pair of hands
join mine as they roamed my breasts and belly. 
	"I think this is my dance," a low, sultry voice whispered in my ear. He was
tall, and wonderfully lean, as I found out moments later when his body pressed
sensuously against mine. We moved like a snake in heat to the pounding beat.
When his hands moved to cup my breasts and rub slowly across my nipples I
moaned softly, pressing my buttocks firmly against his groin. The wonderful
hardness I found there told me I wasn't alone in my desire. 
	We had been dancing that way, locked together like spoons, for nearly twenty
minutes when I sagged lightly against him as the current song wound down. "I'm
too hot to dance any more," I said.
	"We'd better do something about that," he replied, in a bedroom voice that
made my knees weak. "Maybe a breath of fresh air will do the trick, hmm?" He
nuzzled my neck behind one ear and I lost any ability to object. He led me
wordlessly from the nightclub, apparently unembarrassed about the raging hardon
tenting his black trousers. He didn't slow once we got outside, instead leading
me around the side of the building and into a dark alley that led to the
parking lot in the rear. 
	I was going to protest, if only for form's sake--I hadn't agreed to go to his
place yet, damn it!--when he stopped in the alley and turned to face him. It
was the first good look I'd gotten of him, and what I saw didn't disappoint me.
He had the tall, lean form I had felt rub against me while we danced, and it
went well with his strong, lean face and neatly-trimmed black hair. He was
clean-shaven, and had a faintly dangerous air about him.
	Just what I was looking for.
	"You're very beautiful," he murmured, reaching up to caress my cheek.
"Perfect, in fact." He bent his head and kissed me. His tongue flicked lightly
between my lips at first, teasing me, while his hands moved with slow heaviness
over my breasts. As his tongue began to probe more deeply I felt his hands pull
my blouse free of my skirt and lift it over my breasts. Before I could voice a
protest--this was the main walkway to the parking lot, after all--he broke our
kiss and took my left nipple into his mouth.
	I nearly came right there. His tongue ran knowingly across my nipple, teasing
it, before he sucked gently, one hand moving to caress my right nipple as he
continued his oral exploration. His other hand moved lower, sliding down my
thigh and then up under my skirt. His long fingers plunged into my soaking cunt
and I did cum, the walls of my vagina clutching at his fingers as I threw back
my head and moaned low in my throat. After what seemed like blissful hours I
became aware of approaching voices and felt him move us smoothly into a
doorway. It was an emergency exit that someone (probably another hot couple
like us, I thought dizzily) had broken the overhead light out of, and the
half-drunk couple never even noticed us as they staggered by.
	His fingers had slid from my slick cunt, and now he pulled me sharply against
him as he leaned back against the door. My belly pressed against his long, hard
length, and he whispered urgently into my hair.
	"I need you, sweetheart. Now." Kissing first my lips, then my nose, then my
forehead, he gently forced me down onto my knees in front of him. Despite my
incredible orgasm I was still powerfully aroused, and didn't think twice about
unbuckling this stranger's belt and setting his cock free. He was rock hard, at
least eight inches long and thicker than my wrist. I moaned as I took him in
hand. 
	"Do it, baby," he whispered urgently. "Suck my cock."
	I didn't need any urging. Holding his throbbing member in one hand, I licked
the deep red head, tasting his precum and swirling it over the head. Taking
just the tip into my mouth, I licked the head with abandon as my hands ran
feverishly up and down his length. Realizing that if he was as aroused as I was
he would be on the edge of his climax, and wanting to prolong things, I pulled
away and began to run my tongue very lightly over the ridge on the underside of
his cock. His protest at my apparent withdrawal became a moan of pleasure.
Using my hand to maintain a slow, steady caress, I continued my oral assault on
his cock until I could feel his testicles start to tighten under my cupped
other hand. It was time.
	Pulling away slightly, I positioned his cock against my lips, but before I
could begin to slowly bring him inside my mouth he thrust forward, shoving all
of his rock-hard eight inches into my mouth and down into my throat. I made a
surprised sound of protest which went mostly muffled and entirely unheeded. His
fingers intertwined at the base of my neck, he withdrew just long enough for me
to take a strangled gasp for air before he thrust in again. I was better
prepared this time, and let him force his way in, my tongue running wet and
firm against the underside of his cock as he rammed his cock down the back of
my throat. Holding my head firmly in place he began to thrust in earnest,
fucking my mouth while people walking, unheeding, just a dozen feet away. Small
moans began to escape his throat, building quickly to low grunts as he came
closer and closer to climax. I was surprised that he was able to hold off as
long as he did, but after about two minutes of mouth-fucking me he shoved his
cock all the way in and held it there as his hips and cock spasmed with his
orgasm. He didn't say a word, just moaned deep in his throat as what felt like
a quart of cum filled my mouth and trickled down my throat. I swallowed it
greedily, licking my lips and reaching eagerly for his slick cock when at last
he pulled it free from my mouth. I licked it clean, and was pleasantly
surprised to see his magnificent organ remain at half- mast. The fun and games
might not be over just yet!
	He was smiling as he tucked himself back in his trousers as if he'd just heard
an amusing (and probably dirty) joke. He helped me to my feet, and managed to
make helping me get dressed seem as erotic as a slow striptease. 
	"That was very nice," he said as I attempted to put my hair in some kind of
order. "I don't think this night air is cooling either of us off, however." He
smiled into my eyes. "I have a swimming cool at my place. Very cool, very
private." His right hand lingered over my left nipple, tweaking it lightly.
"And I would very much like to sip your nectar, beautiful lady."
	There was something in his eyes I wasn't quite sure of--an inner amusement
that had nothing to do with me--but the alcohol in my system and my own
horniness made the decision for me. "That sounds fabulous. Lead the way, my
handsome stranger." The fact that I didn't know his name--nor he mine--added
something to it, I decided. This would be a night to remember, and just maybe
one I *wouldn't* tell my boyfriend about.
	I was more right than I could know. This was to be just the start of a very,
very long weekend.

To be continued...

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