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Young Temptress
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A guy and gal fuck on the dance floor while they're 
dancing - with a crowd of other dancers all around 
them. (MF, public)

*** 

She was tall and slender, with long golden hair that 
fell down to her petite waist. Her eyes were a deeply 
enchanting hazel and they could penetrate in one look 
the souls of a thousand men.

But she was just that slight bit out of proportion. The 
kind of girl that catches your eye by the attraction of 
a part of her body rather than her overall appearance. 
Not to say that she didn't turn the heads of many 
eligible bachelors, but she wouldn't attract the 
cameras of magazine photographers. She had potential, 
but alas her completeness was just not there.

*

James was an impressionable chap. Although he tended to 
take first impressions very seriously, he sometimes 
gave himself room for second thoughts if a relationship 
did not hold for him the high expectations that he 
maintained.

But he wasn't one to toy with emotions. If he knew that 
he could damage a girl with a brief romance then he 
knew that he should not take the chance. This happened 
on not altogether rare occasions but invariably 
involved girls of an age much less than his own.

Being 19 he knew that younger girls tended to take a 
broken heart a little more serious than those of a more 
mature age.

*

Justine was her name. She was the picture of his very 
dreams. The tall, blonde intelligent look of a girl 
that knew what she wanted and wasn't prepared to muck 
around. Although not altogether forward, she knew how 
to make a first approach.

The music had not as yet built to the expected heights 
of volume and intensity that would accompany the latter 
hours of the nightclub, and conversation was a welcome 
relief from approaching boredom.

"I suppose you come here often?"

He was startled out of the thought of him coming 
crashing out of a sharp turn on his jet ski earlier in 
the day to see the smile on her face. Having stood 
behind this female in the queue to get in, he had not 
expected his 'mate to mate' conversation to have 
impressed her at all. In fact, he had expected the 
opposite sentiment. 

But the sight wasn't exactly painful, and he was 
actually delighted to have been approached. Perhaps the 
approach was a little too obvious, but being male the 
selection was not necessarily his to make.

"No, not too often actually, but when I get a 
chance..."

She blushed a smile, pretending to concentrate on the 
stirring of her drink. "It's just that I haven't made 
the trip into town lately since all the new nightclubs 
sprung up after the earthquake. "

"No," being quick to continue the conversation, "nor 
have I. But it's great to see, isn't it."

Again the imitation stir, "Yeah, I agree. It's just 
that I've been away from the city in the meantime and 
don't really remember where everything is. I mean, I 
haven't even been into the city for 3 years..."

He recognised the bait. His first impulse was of course 
the following question, but he gave himself some time 
to think by lifting the beer and taking a hearty 
mouthful. By the time he swallowed, the casual sentence 
emerged as the victor of the war to gain priority in 
his thoughts " I'd be happy to show you around if you 
like."

Instantly the smile. She fancied this guy. He had 
seemed to purposely ignore her most of the night, so 
that she could take a long a decisive glance at the 
muscular formation of his lower torso and his back. It 
was enough to have impressed her and carry her this far 
across the room.

She turned to face back across the room to see her 
friends, and gave them a confirming wink.

"Just let me finish my beer first."

Typical Aussie, she almost mumbled aloud. She knew what 
she really wanted, and undoubtedly so did he, but a 
beer is a beer and a bloke is a bloke. She smiled and 
nodded, lifting her own glass and tilting it towards 
his. 

Of course, he was first to finish, but soon she was 
stirring ice and making gurgling noises with the last 
drop of fluid up the straw, and she looked up happily, 
gently placing the glass on the counter.

They both stood, casually dropping hands together, and 
turned to make for the door. Of course, the club 
admission had branded their wrists upon entry, so the 
slight tinge of guilt he felt at wasting money was 
relieved by the fact that he could return later at 
will. Little did he suspect that these feelings were 
not mutual - plans had been made and juices were 
already starting to flow.

The clip of her heeled shoes down the footpath 
attracted his attention. "I see by those shoes that you 
either didn't plan to walk too far tonight or were 
prepared to wear out the soles of your stockings." 

He stifled a glance down to her feet and took in the 
length of her figure. The dark mini dress was 
stretching between her legs with each step, her dark 
tanned and almost perfectly smooth legs almost 
glistening in the fresh night. He took the time to 
measure her apparently firm little bum and saw the 
curved lines blend to a thin waist and a perfectly 
taught stomach. The need for a belt to keep her stomach 
in line was obviously not considered appropriate.

She had the dark skin of a girl that attended the beach 
regularly, and also the supple smoothness that proved 
she wasn't a complete beach bum - she took care of her 
skin and it showed. He eyed carefully the low cut line 
of the top of her dress and noted no tan marks across 
her cleavage. 

Her breasts seemed squashed in their garment and 
therefore bulged a little out of the top edge. But the 
bulge of skin was small and tapered away quickly, 
giving credit to the firmness of each breast and the 
shape they were determined to maintain. 

Her neck was slender and looked delicate, with no sign 
of veins that belied age or stress. She looked the same 
age as he, and by the time he found rest at looking her 
in the face, he found her staring at him. The long 
transition from shoe to face had been made totally 
unaware of her looking back.

Each of the parts of her figure seemed to slot into 
place perfectly, but there was something amiss - 
something about her shape. It wasn't quite perfect - at 
least not on 'supermodel' status - although she proved 
quite a feast for the eyes. Her face, too, although 
quite beautiful, missed a little in places and just 
seemed to be a little below the 'perfect beauty' 
threshold.


He was more than aroused by her appearance, and he 
continued to stare at her.

"Well, one way or the other, I don't plan to waste my 
night." She smiled back mischievously, looking him in 
the eye. Even though her tall slender figure measured 
quite a height, the length of his own well trained 
figure out stretched hers by some five centimetres.

She withdrew her right hand from his, and wrapped her 
arm around his waist, reaching out with her left hand 
to encircle him.

"My goodness," he gasped at the satisfaction it gave 
him, "I didn't expect that."

"No, neither did I."

He now a little confused but nonetheless happy, they 
both continued on into the next club.

With plenty of money, neither complained about the 
entry ticket price, but rather entered with lots of 
high expectations.

The tempo had built at this location, the music was 
turned up loud and people were already enjoying 
themselves on the dance floor. One couple in particular 
were dancing separate from the rest, enjoying 
themselves in one corner. But their dancing was 
different, almost on the verge of erotic.

James was resting with his back against the wall as 
Justine returned with the drinks. Despite his plea for 
wanting the first shout, she insisted on the grounds of 
first approach and promptly trotted off to the bar.

She placed both drinks on one of the hundreds of drink 
supports scattered around the room in front of him, and 
turned to back towards him, resting gently back. His 
arms naturally surrounded her, gripping together just 
below her belly. The heat was already emanating from 
her, and she rested for a moment enjoying the intimacy. 
But a drink was a drink, and she knew the side effects 
of having placed them on the table. 

She carefully pulled away from the embrace, and bent 
forward at the hips, pushing her rounded figure into 
what was now quickly becoming the focus of her 
attention. She took one sip of her own drink, feeling 
the slow throbbing of pumping blood behind her mini 
skirt, and then reached out further to grab his beer. 
The last reach forward had forced her to increase the 
pressure behind her, and he let out a small whimper.

Despite the pleasure such pressure can bring for a 
male, too much can bring discomfort. He knew his 
arousal was unavoidable, what with such an inviting 
picture of almost perfect beauty stretching out in 
front of him, but the last stretch forward had the 
words 'painful crush' rather than 'gentle pressure' 
attached to it.

She passed the beer over her should and he gladly took 
it with his right hand. At first, though, with his 
attention so distracted, he placed the beer on the 
table directly to his right and waited for her to 
settle into position.

As she leaned back he gently moved his left hand into 
position on her smooth lower belly and moved her ever 
so slightly. His length fell into the cleavage of her 
rear and she was now centralised in front of him. With 
his gonads in comfort once again, he reached for his 
beer and took the first mouthful, replacing it on the 
table once his upper lip had been sufficiently covered 
in froth.

The two on the dance floor again caught his attention. 
They were gyrating wildly in the corner, one backing 
towards the wall, the other backing in unison at a 
rough maximum separation of no more than 2 millimetres. 
The male in behind, the female in front, it was almost 
as if they were having sex on the floor. His 
concentration absorbed, he didn't realise that his hand 
fell into place over her quickly moistening heat 
source.

His eyes firmly locked on the two out on the floor, he 
reached out for his beer and took another 2 mouths 
full, again replacing it carefully with only a 
momentary glance to locate the bench.

She began to breath a little heavier. At first the 
gentle brush of his hand so close to her pussy had 
excited her and given her a shrill, but when his hand 
moved into position right over her she took a breath 
and held it. He didn't seem to know that he was 
pleasing her, but then he moved to tickle her clitoris 
ever so enchantingly. 

The slurp of beer over her shoulder seemed to belie his 
extreme nonchalant attitude to displays of sex. This, 
too, excited her to no end. She had not exactly 
expected such an obvious foreplay, but the thrill of 
being in the open turned her on. So far about three 
people had noticed the position of his hand and she 
almost enjoyed the display they were giving.

But all this time he failed to notice her increase in 
breathing. Not really anything resembling a pant, the 
thrusts of her chest were becoming slower and 
elongated, and she closed her eyes once or twice to 
savour the feeling.

The two dancing on the floor moved in behind the 
corner, and when they emerged they were separated, the 
guy smiling and sliding both his hands down the side of 
his companion. It was only obvious now that they had 
actually been making love together a few seconds 
before, and James was startled at how obvious the 
display had been.

Justine had failed to notice, being lost in her own 
world of increasing excitement. She knew know that she 
would have to take things into her own hands to go any 
further, but she was willing to wait. She lifted her 
left hand and placed it gently on his neck, brushing it 
ever so lightly against his skin, passing it across his 
mouth.

He was enjoying the hand, ever so delicate. It was so 
smooth and slender. He kissed it briefly as it passed 
his lips, and trailed down his shoulder. She lightly 
risked brushing her hand down his opposite arm, over 
her head, and down her side until she came across his 
hands.

Immediately he knew where his hand was placed and was 
starting to withdraw it when she held it in place. He 
noticed for the first time her heat and her breathing, 
and looked down over her shoulder to see her firm chest 
moving in and out. Her head was tilted back slightly 
and her eyes were closed, and he gained a considerable 
amount of satisfaction knowing that she was 'getting 
off' so easily. 

He moved one finger in towards her slightly, touching 
the small hard skin of her clitoris, now sticking out 
in her excitement. It was incredible just how easily 
she had become aroused - and he hadn't even meant to 
touch her!

Being almost the same height, when she turned and 
placed her hands firmly on his neck, with elbows out to 
each side, their lips were almost perfectly in position 
for the first kiss. The initial second of dry lips 
together faded away quickly as they licked tongue upon 
tongue and began the first probe of each other's 
internals. 

He lightly rippled his fingers up and down her sides, 
sending shrills down her spin. Her arousal was building 
rapidly and the tickle under her armpits had almost 
sent her over the edge. Climax had come so close so 
quick she almost could not believe that she was not 
dreaming.

She pulled back after two or three minutes and looked 
mischievously in his eyes. She carefully took him out 
of the mid-light into the darkness. They could still be 
seen, of course, but in the darkness their visibility 
to the rest of the crowd was made more difficult by the 
spotlight that shone back out into the crowd from above 
their heads.

She lowered her right hand down the side of his arm, 
running back up his ribs. She lowered her left to meet 
her right at his chest, and rubbed it firmly but 
gently. Slowly making circles with her hands, she then 
lifted one of her hands and gently drew one finger 
along his chin.

Once he closed his eyes, which was her main aim, she 
made the move.

She pulled her pelvis away from his just enough to 
allow her right hand to pass between the two, and she 
slowly slid his zipper down. His eyes opened with a 
start and he looked around to see if anyone was 
looking, but being under the glare there weren't too 
many eyes that would try to brave the light.

The open zipper gave way to hard cotton, and she ran a 
finger up and down the length. He smiled again and then 
once more closed his eyes. Although he would like to be 
in control it was a magnificent feeling to be jumped by 
this woman.

She then squashed her centre finger up under the top of 
the zip and pulled down the cotton, exposing raw skin. 
Now requiring two hands to be careful, she curled one 
finger around the back of his dick and pulled, while 
ensuring that none of the skin caught on the hard edge 
of the zipper.

Finally, the not-too-small but not-too-large throbber 
was squeezed between the two of them, and she moved her 
hands up again to his neck, pointing out her elbows, 
and kissed him feverishly for another few minutes.

His erection grew at the thought of her suddenly 
leaving and exposing him to the view of everyone else, 
and he almost began to panic as the intensity of her 
kissing grew.

Then her left hand moved away and back down to his 
exposed dick and trickled past it, just barely tickling 
the furry balls hanging below. She then pushed her 
finger down just to the edge of the front of her skirt 
and pulled it up over the top of his length.

From there he had expected a struggle with underpants 
but immediately he found warmth and comfort. He had not 
really believed the stories of girls going to nightl 
clubs in mini-skrts with no undies, but obviously by 
this display it was true. 

He almost cursed himself that he hadn't taken the time 
to try and look on other women before, to try and see 
if anything gave away this secret. Besides the obvious 
perversion, he guessed it didn't really matter anyways. 
But it really made him wonder how many of the girls in 
the room had undies and how many didn't. 

She began to stand on her toes, and her mound seemed to 
slide slowly up his length. But that was not enough - 
she was caught about two thirds of the way up and was 
at the limit of her toes. He would have to do the rest.

She wrapped both arms around his neck and held him as 
tight as she could, whispering in his ear. "You know 
what I want. Please, lower yourself to my sweetness. 
The tender moment is so close."

He slowly bent his knees, enduring the encasing feel of 
her outer lips as they aligned with the top of his 
circumcision. He felt the warmth and smoothness 
emanating from her, and she tugged gently at him, 
wanting him to stand again.

The penetration at first was barely perceptible. The 
outer lips were already parted and the final chasm was 
about to be entered. But he felt a restriction - 
something seemed to hold him back.

He pushed a little harder, standing a little 
straighter, and felt the first sign of give.

She closed her eyes, holding him tight. The first entry 
was always the one to savour, and she was not ready to 
lower herself onto him. He rose slightly, creating 
pressure. She had not known that his was so thick. The 
length had not been that great upon extraction from his 
jeans, but now she realised that his length was not of 
major concern.

She felt the pleasure of the stretch as he pushed a 
little harder. The head of his cock had only just begun 
to enter - there were thicker parts still to come. She 
moaned ever so slightly at the wonderful feel, even now 
rising to what would be an early climax. Her inner lips 
were feeling like they would stretch to their limit 
today, and she began to wonder if she could endure the 
slight tinge of pain.

He was contemplating an all and out ram when finally 
his maximum diameter came to the point of entry. At 
least, he knew, he could fit from here. He had never 
before known a girl to be so tight, and his sudden 
climactic urge was only quenched by the thought of the 
fat girl that sat on a seat across the other side of 
the room.

Now at least half penetrated, he was standing flat and 
wanted ever so dearly to stand on his toes, but already 
he could feel her lowering onto him.

It was now obvious that their height difference had 
been concentrated in their legs. Without coming down to 
rest on her heels, she was already at his base, and the 
coldness of his zipper excited her suddenly.

Together they sat for minutes, enjoying each others 
warmth, trying to crawl their way back down from the 
almost instantaneous climax that both of them had. She 
stood on her toes again and dropped on him suddenly, 
crushing her outer lips on the zip teeth. The pain led 
instantly to pleasure and she exhaled suddenly.

"Ohhhh, that was incredible." she uttered, and then as 
an afterthought, she opened her eyes. "Can you, um, 
stand on your toes? "

He looked at her with a smile, but seriously doubted 
that he could support the weight. He looked at the 
longing in her eyes and moved his hands to her waste. 
He clasped her thin figure and lifted slightly, the 
feeling of her pussy clasping around him forcing him to 
close his eyes in pleasure.

"Oh, you aren't that heavy after all."

She smiled. "I am kicking off my heels now, I hope you 
don't mind."

Before he could let her down her heels were off to the 
floor, and as he lowered her he began to realise that 
if he didn't bend his knees she would impale herself. 
To make matters worse, she bent her legs at the knee - 
now he was left with no way to support her but his 
hands and his cock.

But her absolute feather lightness led him to believe 
that perhaps he could support her at only one point, 
and he began to experiment. 

He lifted her again with his hands, her muscles closing 
in around him, and stood up straight, almost high on 
his toes. Then he let her down quickly to judge the 
pain that he would have to endure.

Surprisingly, the pain was not to be. He actually 
enjoyed the sensation. He lifted her again, once more 
the muscles closing, this time with more strength.

She knew he was testing his ability. He had not as yet 
let go of her waist, but she was just waiting for him 
to build the confidence. In this lift she tightened 
herself around him as hard as she could, flexing 
muscles that she had tried to build since the beginning 
of puberty.

He let her down quickly again, but this time released 
pressure on her waist. She was supported solely by the 
strength of his member, and this she admired greatly. 
Not a single man had endured up to this point. His was 
obviously a tower of strength.

Again he lifted her and watched her face as her eyes 
opened. She strained to grip him with her vagina has he 
lifted her up and right to the tip of his dick. She 
still had her legs bent back at the knees, and he gave 
her a comforting smile.

Without warning, he let her go, and she dropped on him. 
The impact at first caused him pain but it quickly 
built to pleasure as she giggled with delightful 
ecstacy. He moved his hands to her side again, and 
started to enjoy the moment. The music was filling his 
head, there was heaps of other people in the room - any 
of which could be watching him through the smoky haze - 
and a beautiful girl was impaled on him. 

He began to swing his hips with the rhythm, swinging 
her with him. The temptation to get onto the dance 
floor was almost irresistible. But whilst they were 
covered by the brilliant spot light, he felt no desire 
to become too much of a display. He turned to his right 
on a suspicion, and caught the glances of two girls as 
they quickly looked away. Whether or not it was of 
shame for observing, or disgust on the part of his 
partner or jealousy on his part he could not guess.

And frankly he couldn't give a damn.

He swung a little more wildly and then jumped up and 
down a few times. Then, on the spur of the moment, he 
twirled a full circle. The pain of it was enough to 
stop him from falling over the edge and pump into her, 
but his partner was experiencing nothing but bliss.

She hugged him hard, having just come to the edge of an 
orgasm, and then put her hands in his. She lifted them 
up into the air until they supported themselves, and 
then lifted herself on his hands, scrunching her face 
in trying to hold her muscles as tight as possible 
around him.

She lifted herself all the way up and he fell out of 
her. She was hanging too close to him and he almost 
penetrated her ass. That would not have been altogether 
bad, but she had never tried that sort of thing before 
and the thought of it actually scared her. 

She lowered her legs and pushed against him in order to 
find him again. The head touched again on her inner 
lips, and the pressure began to build. She lifted her 
legs from the knees again and, knowing that sudden 
pressure around him and a fall to the very base of his 
cock would follow, she let herself go.

She squeezed onto him as tightly as before and dropped 
down bloody hard, letting out a small yelp as she began 
to come. She tightened around him, let her hands fall 
back over her head, and jerked a spasm or two as she 
excreted a ridiculous amount of fluid.

He felt the incredible heat as the wave of her juices 
surge passed him and in that moment he too was forced 
onto a higher level. In the noise of her and the crowd, 
he looked to the right to see a guy looking straight at 
him. All he heard was "Are ...finished..."

He looked to the right of that guy again to see the 
girls smiling at him and licking their lips, almost 
laughing. 

At that moment he came and the look on his face as he 
tried to conceal the fact showed both pain and 
discomfort. In the midst of the burst he managed a 
rather uneven "Pardon me?"

The guy stepped closer, eyeing the female with legs off 
the ground supported by nothing that immediately 
registered to the eye. His initial moment of confusion 
led to a slight embarrassment, but he persisted.

"I said, have you finished with these glasses?"

Five glasses were position on a bench - none of which 
were theirs. Their own glasses had been left a small 
way back up the wall.

"Yeah, sure, take them."

The guy quickly stacked, looking at the junction of the 
two out of the corner of his eye. He could just see the 
base of balls and the wetness of her spread lips as he 
bent down with the stack of glasses in his arm to pick 
up a glass that had fallen on the floor. His own member 
suddenly grew hard at the thought of screwing this 
beautiful woman as Justine turned to face him. 

He blushed, knowing he was caught, and turned and 
hurried away. Several guys in behind the bar would soon 
know what was going on and god knows what would happen 
then. Perhaps even a spotlight might be turned on them 
just to embarrass them. He began to panic, his 
heartbeat rushing wildly, as he pumped the last of his 
cum into her.

She was coming down from her incredible orgasm and only 
just realised that the glass collector had spoken. She 
noticed the girls too and quickly wrapped her arms 
around Jim's neck. She kissed him feverishly, almost a 
thank you for the level she had just attained, and 
stayed in place as the strength died out of her 
support.

Her legs wrapped around his and she hung to him, 
kissing and hanging and rubbing almost violently now. 
As he shrunk inside her, little did he know that his 
movements were building another crescendo inside her. 
She squeezed harder and harder to get him to 
strengthen, but to no avail. The tightness of her 
clenches popped him out, and in that last movement she 
shuddered to a brief but explosive orgasm. In his ear, 
she whispered as she proceeded "MYGOD! I'm coming 
again."

The smell of the juices from her wafted up to him, 
almost perfume in their fragrance. She smelled so sweet 
he had the instantaneous urge to want to eat her out. 
But in such an obvious position, there wasn't much he 
could do but appear to support her by her buttocks, 
whilst reaching around and rubbing her slightly. 

He knew she was capable of yet another ascent to the 
incredible levels of ecstasy and rapture that they had 
just experienced, but he had been exhausted. Perhaps 
without the glass collector he could have managed quite 
a few more times, but his spirit had left.

She lowered herself from him and, before separating, 
took the time to replace his member inside his jeans, 
lifting the cotton undergarment into place before 
lifting the zipper. Experience with pubic hair and 
zippers, she reminded herself, led to an unhappy 
ending.

His first action was to lick the five fingers of the 
hand that had entered her, and the taste was 
incredible. Like a musty flower the scent he smelled 
transformed into a taste that transfixed him. The 
combination of both their juices had seemed to make a 
cocktail of pure perfection. 

He gave her a taste and she smiled, her lips encircling 
his fingers emulating the erotic oral intercourse he so 
desparately wanted to undergo. The look in her eyes as 
her tongue flitted about his fingernail almost re-
invigorated his spirit. But this was no place for a 
romance, they would have to find another time or place.

She released a stealthy sound from her lips, holding 
him closer and looking him in the eye. "Your place or 
mine."

END

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