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Subject: [Otzchiim} TheOldest Dance (m/f, cons)
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For so many of the young women I have known.
THE OLDEST DANCE
Sylvia Mills would not have expected as dull a person as Kevin Dooley was
to know about a spot as interesting as this one was. Like a lot of dance
places, the prices for food and drink were high. But Sylvia loved to dance,
and she was willing to go there with Kevin for that. Not that he was really
good at it, or that she would ever consider doing much else with him, any of
the things that he really wanted to do with her. But she was happy to use him
and his money. The dinner before they came here must have run a good sixty
dollars.
She saw somebody more interesting not long after she got there that night
in early May. He was a tall and muscular young fellow sitting alone in a back
corner. She danced some with Kevin, then with several others. But the
stranger picked up her signals and he soon moved in on her. His arms went
around her body in such a way that his hot hands seemed like they would melt
her behind right off.
Sylvia began to fantasize about him taking off not her rear but her
clothes, and his, and balling her senseless right in the middle of the dance
floor. Her fantasies plainly found an echo in him, to judge by the large hard
tube that pressed against her. The way it felt made her mouth go dry, even
though it made her wet elsewhere. His name was John.
John Parron had planned to be here tonight, but not alone. The phone call
that he got at six o'clock, saying that the woman he had a date with was not
feeling well, had left him suddenly at loose ends. So he decided to come
anyway, to see what might be made of the evening. Quite a bit, from the way
this girl was acting.
Over the next hour Sylvia danced with John often -- as often as she dared,
as often as she could stand and remain standing. He made her legs weak with
his touch. It seemed crazy to her when he kissed her and tried to hold the
kiss while she were dancing. But when his tongue slipped in between her lips
and invaded her mouth, it didn't seem crazy at all -- but it was driving her
that way.
And not collapsing at his feet or climbing his body was all the harder
now. He knew very well how she was feeling, which made it worse; or maybe
saved her from getting arrested. He knew the layout of this place, and saw a
way to use that knowledge.
Balling a girl he had hardly spoken to, and almost out in public, was
crazy, he thought. But she seemed to want it.
Was he feeling that crazy tonight?
John suggested that she tell her date she was going to the bathroom and
that she go instead to a little curtained alcove next to the ladies' room.
Sylvia did not know quite what John had in mind, but she wanted to do it
with him, wanted him very much. She walked back there and parted the curtain,
and instantly she was drawn inside.
John kissed her urgently, sending his tongue deep into her mouth and
setting her nerves on fire. His smooth practiced hands went under her blouse
and skillfully fondled her breasts. Sylvia sagged against him and in doing
that she discovered that he had unzipped his fly and his massive erection hung
out, pointing at her. Her hand slid along it and grasped it and he moaned.
She felt her vagina weep in frustration.
But that was nothing to the frustration that followed afterwards. John
stepped back from her and sat on the plain wooden chair that was the alcove's
only furniture. He drew Sylvia down and spread her legs apart. His thick
stalk slid along the outside of her panties and he rocked her backward and
forward. The motion pressed him against her outer lips and quickly made her
groan with an ache to be penetrated by him.
He raised Sylvia then and slid her panties down. She stood on one foot to
allow him to slip them over the other one. The garment fell to the floor.
John drew her down again and as her face came level to his and his tongue
entered her mouth again, he entered her below as well and opened her wide
without using his hands there. His hands on her waist halted her part way
down, holding her with only the head of his hot meat within her, until she
whimpered with lust for more of him and he released her. The long slow slide
up into her made Sylvia tremble with desire being fulfilled.
Perhaps the circumstances combined with the passion that she had let build
in herself for this
last hour or so was what made her feel that his invading missile was of an
impossible size. In any case, her reactions were strong and violent and only
his mouth on hers kept her cries from being heard all through the building.
He held her rear in his muscled hands and bounced her on his lap. The
excitement of their almost-public position and the deep pounding penetration
brought Sylvia to orgasm quickly and matched the timing of his violent
explosion up into her vagina.
After a rest of moments, Sylvia got up, found her panties, and went into
the ladies room to put them back on. She never saw him again, but he had made
the evening more interesting than she expected.
More interesting than anything that happened to her until at least her
high school senior prom, in another three weeks. But now she wouls have to
tell Kevin she was tired and wanted to go
home.
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