The Terrace Part 2

My fingertips roamed slowly between your thighs, each sensual flutter getting closer, closer to their intended target—like a gentle winged butterfly searching for the perfect flower to land upon. The closer I got, the more intently I watched your face. I was slightly amused by the way you were trying so very hard not to be noticed…but I was close enough to hear your breath quicken then catch in your chest, close enough to watch your lips part in that certain way…that a stranger wouldn’t recognize, but I knew your lips only parted that certain way when you were in the midst of pleasurable, physical activities. I traced the tip of my tongue slowly around my lips to moisten them as you shifted your gaze to my eyes in an effort to avoid what you no doubt perceived to be the prying eyes of millions.

I held your gaze, my steady smile and my eyes reassuring you as my fingers traced delicately up the center of your sex, your moist, lace panties clinging into the cleft between your lips, becoming trapped in the softness of your folds. I felt your body jerk ever so slightly as my fingers brushed over your clit, the thin lacey fabric of your panties lending a texture to my touch that made your thighs quiver. You break our gaze and glance around the room, sure that someone is watching and just saw you react that way…though, that possibility was starting to excite you more than unnerve you, I could tell you were beginning to relax as I felt your thighs spread a little further beneath the table, allowing free and unhindered movement of my hand.

I teased you beneath the table, wickedly enjoying our semi-public perversions…I curled a single finger behind the sheer front panel of your panties and gave them the most gentle tug, sawing the lace between your swollen lips, applying just the right amount of pressure to your clit as I hold you there for a moment—a muted, secretive gasp slipping from your lips. I feel your hips rolling almost imperceptibly, but I feel it baby…the way you push yourself against my grip, causing your panties to tighten and rub harder against your sensitive clit as your wetness slowly seeped, eventually soaking the lace in your creamy emissions.

My eyes rest, sparkling upon your beautiful face, my lips turned up slightly at the edges in a soft, seductive, perpetual smile as I release my grasp on your panties and slip my hand beneath them, cupping your sex possessively as my fingers melted into the molten heat pouring from within you…you rocked your hips forward and two fingers slipped into your depths, seeking the source of your fire. My fingers swirled, dipping and exploring, fingertips curling inside of you and scooping out your nectar to bathe and soothe your aching clit.

I could hear your breathing becoming quicker, more labored as you struggled in vain to deny the pleasure of my touch, trying so hard to maintain your composure as I tried so hard to unwind you, stroke by stroke beneath the table.

I could hear the softest sounds of your wetness as my fingers thrust deeper into you, scissoring inside you and making you feel impossibly full as the heel of my hand pressed deliciously into your clit, grinding into you as the tips of my fingers stroked every ridge, every velvet fold, every detail of your clenching sex…coaxing your wetness out of you and deliberately teasing your pulsing clit until it felt so tight, like a firm, juicy berry about to burst at the peak of ripeness.

Suddenly your thighs quake and you grasp the edge of the table, still trying your damnedest to retain your composure as your juices begin to flow, covering my fingers in a flood of liquid fire. I clenched my teeth to try to retain my own composure as I felt your walls rippling around my fingers, my nostrils flaring as it takes every bit of restraint I have to keep from scooping you out of your chair and shoving my tongue down your throat, or sweeping my arm across the table to lay you down and take you right here.

I stayed inside you until I felt your rhythmic clenching subside, until the luscious spasms receded, and slowly, reluctantly drew my slightly pruned fingers out of you, that perpetual smile still playing on my lips as I bring my fingers secretly beneath my nose to inhale the bouquet of my sweet flower. I kissed the tips of my fingers catching the faintest taste of your rousing essence and flashed you a wink full of promise of continuing our celebration behind closed doors.

I watched you with twinkling, amused eyes as you squirmed in your seat as I leisurely finished my glass of wine—I enjoyed watching you squirm, knowing that beneath the table you sit shrouded in delectable wetness, knowing that this little dinner….was merely foreplay. “Check please!”

Bedtime

Your fingers communicate
With their softouch glyphs
Down my back
Warm like sunstrokes...
Tracing shapes in their light layered way
The drowsy lull of sleep's silent creeping
Rides along the fingertips
Pulling relaxation in their wake
As waves of shiver chills which peak and subside
Gently rush against the dockside edges of my ribs and settle
In slow crisscrossing runners of sensation
As you write the letters, trace the shapes
I try to grasp them, but they fade
As my mind quiets under the gentle voice of your hands
Your soft chuckle washes a smile across my lips
As the sea of unconsciousness slips over me
The last float of your touch talks of tender desire
And I swim contented into dream pools
Reveling in the last drawn caress
Rippling through, heart-shaped love

Watching A Muse

This post looks amazingly long, but it's actually on two pages in Word. Just a little something--this may just be part 1, I still have some thoughts coming together on this particular story...but I haven't quite made up my mind whether to continue or leave it as is. Any feedback is appreciated. :) 

It was shortly after 10:00 am when I decided it was a beautiful day, and I found myself longing to take a swim. There are days when the condo’s community pool is full of children, and the way I was feeling—I didn’t feel much like dealing with the noise and activity of a lot of children running about so I walked out on the balcony to survey the pool. 

With that thought I looked down at the patio and was surprised to see only one of the sun beds already occupied. Great! It looks like I’m going to have some adult company today. The young woman was oblivious to her surroundings as she lay still in the sunshine whilst reflected flecks of sunlight from the surface of the pool sparked from her oiled body. 

As she lay there I appraised her with my artist's eye. Her, natural, unfettered breasts, surmounted with dark, almost perfectly circular, nipples were obviously heavy and I guessed at a large cupped thirty four inches. Her waist was thin and her stomach flat but she had the flared hips common to women of the region. Her long legs were toned, neither too fat nor too thin…the kind of legs that always caught my attention, legs you dream of having wrapped around you. 

I was tempted to fetch my sketch pad but at that moment she moved slightly, turning her face more fully to the sun, and the small shift was enough to bring instant recognition. The woman was my significantly younger neighbor, Izabel. I knew that she had just had a birthday and was now 23…but she exuded maturity, a confidence, a sexuality that some women so much older than her had yet to master. 

 It now seemed so wrong, standing there watching her, but, as I was about to turn away, she reached blindly for the bottle of sun oil. She held it over her stomach and allowed the dark viscous liquid to trickle slowly onto her skin. When a small pool had formed she started to work it over her body and I was fascinated by the way the combination of her glistening skin and the fall of sunlight emphasized the shape of her different muscle groups. 

I had done some life painting, it was not my subject of choice, but, at that moment, it was almost like seeing the human body for the first time. I continued to watch as her hands moved slowly upwards until she was massaging her breasts and it took a few seconds to dawn on me that her touch was now more delicate. She was no longer working the oil into her skin; instead, her palms seemed to be gliding over the shallow mounds. 

I willed myself to take a step back from the balconies edge but I remained rooted to the spot as I watched her fingertips gradually come together to delicately pinch her nipples. As she did so I felt my own nipples begin to tingle and then stiffen. I drew my robe more tightly around me, unconsciously blaming the slight breeze, but there were other signs which I guiltily tried to ignore.  

For the next couple of minutes I hardly drew breath as I watched her teasing herself. She concentrated on her breasts but, every now and again she moved a hand down to draw lazy circles over her stomach. 

In those minutes I tried to reason with myself. However you looked at it there was no excuse. I should have crept away and respected her privacy but her fingertips were now grazing the waistband of her bikini bottoms and I found myself wondering just how far she would go. I suppose I was envious of her free spirit, the brazen, risqué way she touched herself, completely ignoring the likelihood of getting caught. I could never have touched myself in that way in such an open space even if I believed, as she no doubt did, that no one else was around.  

As I continued to watch she arched her back slightly and held her stomach in. This created a slight gap where her bikini hugged her waist and her fingers, as though surprised at finding this opening, began a tentative exploration. 

I watched as the back of her fingers bulged the blue satiny crotch and it was almost as if I could feel the touch on my own body. The temptation to slip my hand into my robe was almost overwhelming but that was a step too far even in my current reckless mood. 

Her hand moved lower and I caught the briefest glimpse of her mound before the elasticated waistband trapped her wrist. Her movements were lazy, unhurried, as she stroked her oiled fingertips over her mound and I could hear the coursing of my blood in my eardrums as I stood unnaturally still in a silence broken only by the courting of insects. 

I must have been there for more than ten minutes as she continued to maintain an easy rhythm and I wondered just how far she would take it. It would have been easy to believe that she was falling asleep, so languid were her movements, but then, at last, she gently arched her back and shivered into a long, lazy, orgasm. 

When it was over her body relaxed once more and I was forced to retreat in haste as her head lolled towards me. 

I found that I was breathing quickly and I wanted nothing more than to bring myself the same pleasure that I had just witnessed but my guilt won out and I disciplined myself to take a shower.  

Afterwards, I went downstairs to find that the cook had laid out a simple breakfast and I indulged myself with fruit and fresh baked bread whilst perusing the morning papers. 

The temptation to take a swim was still strong but I was not sure that I could face Izabel quite so soon after the morning's events and so I refilled my coffee cup and made my way to the new studio. I had two commissions to be started but as I stood before the pristine canvas I could not focus my mind on landscapes. I picked up a fresh piece of charcoal and quickly began to dash off a series of bold curved lines. 

I had started to draw a female form but, once again, I was pricked by my conscience. Almost without thinking I modified the outlined beginnings of muscles groups and what emerged was the drawing of an angel.

I was enjoying myself and I began to apply paint to the canvas in bright vivid swirls. I worked feverishly for over an hour before I stepped back to take in the sweep of my creation—I had been inspired, and she was beautiful…breathtaking. 

I stared at the canvas with a blank look in my eyes—wondering about the depth of inspiration she could provoke if only I could feel her shudder beneath my touch.

Tonight's The Night

Tonight's the night we're gonna meet
after months and months of play
curtains drawn from dusk to dawn
In the tangled sheets we'll stay


Love from above is on our lips
as we enjoy the taste of sin
sprawled on sheets, hands and feet
As a slow sexy grind begins



Blooming flowers stay spread for hours
as the gentle bud gets teased
the sweetest dew will spill from you
as we're cleansed by passions pleased


Moist and wet-a pleasure outlet
and I place my gem inside
hard as hell the shaft did swell
as we began to ride

Petals of delight are spread just right
covering the bed,the sheets,the floor
entwining with music we just lose it
and we explore something so much more

A sweet connection of loves affection
and a bottle of wine to share
a solid thrust filled with lust
clamping down as I tug your hair


My knees are weak and I seek
a simple path to bliss
tongue on lips, hands on hips
As I drown within your kiss


In and out I moan then shout
"Cum right now for me"
a smile on your face, you ride fast pace
In a quest to be set free


Oh my lord, a banging head board
and you have me wanting more
gripping tight, I'm angled right
the inside well explored


You feel me blow, a sudden flow
the inside thigh is soaked
moans sound as ecstasy's found
as we begin to slow


Up and down base to crown
just to drain me dry
oh hell yes! a pleasured mess
as we both let out a sigh

She Is....(Part 2)

Her eyes snapped open and she bit her bottom lip as she dug her nails deeper into the fleshy cheeks of my ass and whispered “I’ve waited all day for you to fuck me…please…” and her voice trailed off into a raspy breath.

 

I lowered my head and traced her parted lips with the warm tip of my tongue, her tongue darting out sweetly to meet mine and we are once again caught up. As we kiss I slide my arms from beneath her shoulders and move my hands to her thighs, caressing her smooth, incredibly soft skin downward, to the bend of her knees as I maneuver her legs, guiding them back to her chest and opening her to me—she complies willingly, holding exactly the position I place her in.

 

I look down at her, my eyelids heavy with passion as I brace myself above her and grind against her wetness. She grips my forearms for leverage as the weight of my body presses into her, our swollen clits throbbing, pulsing as the blood rushes to our genitals as demanded by our unfathomable need. Oh God….she’s so…soft…so hot, steam is practically rising off her mound. I melt into her pussy, my eyes closing as the emotion of the moment overwhelms me, and a sudden heated gush weeps from the depths of my sex. Mmmmm shiiiiiiiiiittttt girl. I sucked in a sharp, hissing breath.

 

I open my eyes and raise myself up just enough to look down between us, to see a clear, clinging strand of wetness joining us together.  That little strand catching the stray beams of light in the room and glistening like a sunlit drop of dew dripping in slow motion from one flower to another.

 

I push her legs back farther, lining myself up with precision as my back arches and I push back into her, grinding my wetness into the softness of her pussy as the muscles in my back rippled, the cheeks of my ass tensing then relaxing as my relentlessly thumping clit seeks refuge in her warmth.

 

She began making the most rousing, animalistic noises as I fucked her, each roll of my hips stronger, more insistent than the last as her walls milked my clit. My breasts rest against the backs of her thighs, my hardened nipples stabbing into her creamy flesh as our bodies rocked.  Our position seemed to change, unnoticed, until her legs were once again wrapped around my back, the heels of her feet spurring me deeper as she locked her ankles and began thrusting back against me, meeting every grind of my hips with impeccable  rhythm.

 

I gripped the sheets on either side of her, my head dropping briskly…my mouth sealing to her neck, my teeth sinking into her tender flesh as a growl stirs in the back of my throat….I was so, so close—but no, not yet…she felt too damn good, just a little longer….I could feel her thighs quivering as she tried to keep me as deep inside her as possible. My nectar oozed endlessly into her, mixing with hers and causing our bodies to move together as effortlessly as two sheets of silk.

 

My body began to tighten as the noises Lexi was making pushed me closer to the edge….she began to whisper, ragged, broken whispers as I moved forcefully into her—“please…p-please” she licked her way up the side of my neck to my ear, nibbling softly before finishing her sentence “cum inside me”….her fingers traced over the scratches on my back, trailing once again down to my ass and pulling me into her with all her strength…I met her fragmented pleas enthusiastically, slipping my arms back beneath her shoulders and holding her tightly as my pace quickens, the pressure of my mound bearing down on her aching clit as I fill her up with everything that is me—masculine, feminine, and all those fine lines in between—faster…faster….a sheen of sweat begins to accumulate on both of us—harder…..”unnnhhhh yesssssss!!!” Lexi gasped, her back arching like a bow as her body tenses –as she began to cum she dug her nails so deep into the cheeks of my ass, I could feel distinctly each crescent shaped gouge in my skin as she bathed my clit with exuberant squirts of wetness and at that moment the dam of passion gave way to a flood of molten honey.

 

 “Fuuuuccckkkkk!” was all I could manage to utter as I erupt—spilling my cum, my love, my undying desire into Lexi’s still contracting pussy….I drop my head to kiss Lexi deeply, to muffle the sound of my moans as every advance of my hips seems to send another heated gush flowing into her—she holds onto me tightly, clinging to me as she keeps her ass lifted off the mattress, pushing up to me and milking my clit until the very last drop of my juices drained into her.

 

Gradually Lexi’s body began to soften, to relax and mine soon followed suit…our sweaty, sticky bodies melding into one another to the point where it was difficult to deciper where I end and she began. I laid my head on her breast, listening to the quick but steady beat of her heart as she slid her fingers through my soaking wet hair, coaxing me lovingly into a deep sleep with but one thought in my mind….She. Is. Art.

She Is.....(Part 1)

It was 3:43 A.M. as I crept as silently as possible through the front door of our apartment. I had to work late and I knew that she would be sleeping soundly by the time I arrived home. I sat my black leather backpack just inside the door and bolted the door locked behind me as I made my way to the kitchen for some caffeine…it had been a long day and I just needed a little pick me up—caffeine has never had the attribute of keeping me from sleeping so I didn’t worry that it may rev me up too much…I could sleep easily after four cups of coffee, no problem.  I settled on a Pepsi though, it was too damn late to brew coffee.

 

I glanced over the first couple of pages of the newspaper lying on the counter as I chugged the cold Pepsi down. None of the headlines particularly caught my eye and an unexpected sigh heaved it’s way from my chest as I stood up straight, finished my pepsi, crushed the can and tossed it into the trashcan three fourths of the way across the kitchen. I gave myself a faux stadium cheer as I do every single time I get a “basket”. I turned on my heel and wandered around the apartment for a few moments, looking for something to entertain myself while I wound down enough to go to bed. Shit. Nothing on TV. The computer is broken. The newspaper was just more repetitious drudgery.

 

I decided to go look in on my girlfriend of three years, Lexi. Lexi is my heart. She caught my eye in the market the day we met.  She was strolling through the fresh fruits and vegetables—taking her time making her choices…inspecting each fruit she picked up with a scrutinizing eye, searching for nothing less than perfection in her fruit selection of the day.  I stood off to the side and watched her curiously, my eyes sparkling with hints of amusement as I watched the beautiful woman caress, fondle, grope, squeeze, sniff, and assess each piece of fruit she touched until she found the “right one”, that one lucky piece that met her approval and met with the destiny of being consumed by her.

 

The silhouette of her body was absolutely perfect…the kind of perfect that is either artificial…or simply art. She was art. I walked over to her, chatted her up and we’ve been together ever since. She is my destiny…I’ve known it from the moment I saw her.

 

The door of the bedroom creaked as I turned the knob and entered the room, my footsteps light—my movements slow and quiet as I continued to creep with the intent of not waking her. I stood at the door for a moment, my eyes adjusting to the darkness and then coming to rest on the figure lying on the bed. The street lights were beaming softly through the mini blinds, casting an ethereal pattern of abstract lines across the body beneath the sheets. One beam of light lined up with Lexi’s sleeping eyes…spotlighting them in the darkness.  She looked more beautiful than ever.  A wisp of her raven hair cascaded across her cheek, seeming to frame the picture of her eyes.  

 

I stared at her silently for the longest time, watching her sleep…listening to every gentle breath that she took…noting how the sheets would rise and fall with each inhale and exhale. I couldn’t resist the urge to go over to her and kiss her tenderly as she slept, sweeping that wisp of raven hair away from her face as I leaned to press my lips lovingly to her forehead. Despite my best efforts not to wake her,  she began to stir, her sleepy eyes opening slowly. I whispered “shhhhh baby, go back to sleep, I didn’t mean to wake you” as I slid my fingers through her silken hair. She smiled and said, in her still half asleep, cracking voice “I’ve been thinking about you all day today…I tried to wait up for you but I just couldn’t make it”and she giggled, the sweetest, almost childlike giggle. I couldn’t help but to smile. She always knew exactly what to say to make me feel good. To make me feel loved, needed, appreciated.

 

I leaned down to kiss her one more time as my heart swelled with happiness, with gratitude that I was lucky enough to have such an incredible lady. I caressed her cheek as my lips brushed against hers, pausing for a moment to breathe her into me as I feel her fingers slide through my hair and pull me down to her. Her lips parted and my tongue slipped sensually into her mouth—our tongues meeting and swirling slowly, skillfully…this was a dance we had danced many times. She let out the most exquisite sigh and it dripped down my throat, reverberating against my lips and bringing every nerve in my body to life.

 

I pressed against her, my body drawn to her, as naturally as day becomes night. She’s irresistible. I can never deny any advance she makes, my body answers to her touch as angels answer to God—unquestionably and absolutely. I peeled the sheets back slowly and she was naked beneath—the muted light streaming in from the blinds teasing me with subtle peeks of the outline of her body…I rose and stood beside the bed, pulling my t-shirt over my head and sliding out of my jeans.  Once stripped, I crawl back into bed, pulling the sheet over my back as I stretch the full length of my body gently on top of her. Her fingers immediately slid down my back, her flawlessly manicured nails digging into my flesh as she spreads her legs and guides me between her thighs.

 

She wraps her legs around me, the heels of her feet digging into the backs of my thighs as she pulls me to her, our breasts crushing, flattening against each other as our lips collide in a much more hungry, deeper, breathless kiss. Her fingertips raked up and down the length of my spine as we kissed passionately, each drag of her nails down my back igniting, stoking the fires of my desire. The heat radiating from between her thighs kissed my clit as my body began to roll instinctively against her.

 

I stared down into Lexi’s eyes—her look had changed completely from the sleeping beauty she was just moments ago, to…to something else…she had a fierce longing in her eyes…a determination to get what she wants, to satisfy every primal, sexual need coursing through her veins. I slid my arms beneath her shoulders and cradled her head with my hands as our bodies spoke to each other…our eyes stayed locked as my hips rolled sensually, grinding my ever swelling clit between the soft, slick folds of her pussy. 

 

Her hands moved down the raised welts from the scratches on my back to grip the cheeks of my ass and pull me harder against her, into her. I swear when we do it like this, my mental dick takes on a reality that is undeniable, irrefutable.  I can feel her, every clench of her walls as she pushes her hips up to me. I’m inside her. She gasps, her lips parting as her breath quickens…her eyes flicker and close for a moment, losing herself in an instant of bliss. Mmmmm she feels it too.

 

The Thought Of You

I didn't write this-just sharing it because I like it--(And it's still masturbation month) 

Copyright 2005 PJ.  All Rights Reserved

 I hold your image in my thoughts, your body, the curve of your breasts and your perfect skin; the thoughts making me wet.  The memories of your last touch are still etched in my mind.

 I let my hands wander, over my shirt, as I lay alone in my bed wishing I was with you. I find my breasts and circle my fingers on top of the material, until I feel my nipples stand hard pressing against my touch.

 Slowly I slide off my shirt in one solid movement. I don't need clothes for what I have in mind. The thing I need to do, to satisfy my want.

 My fingers find my nipples once more, twisting them, pinching them making them hard. Squeezing them until their ache is matched by one between my legs.

 My hands move down further. Move down to the nakedness below my waist. To the source of my heat, the place I long for your touch.

 My fingers slide over myself, teasing my body and not giving in to what I desire, just yet. I slide my hands down to my thighs drawing my fingernails along the soft inner flesh. It makes me hold my breath as my pleasure mixes with a touch of pain, thinking it is you. Thinking it is you hurting me and Making me want you more.

 I reach the place I was after and let my hand rest over my mound. My smooth shaven skin touched with the beginnings of dampness, anyone could see how much I want you.

 A single finger slides along the outside of my slit; soon it is covered in wetness, ready to take my need a step further. I slip it between my lips. Taking a breath as I feel how hot and wet I have really become. I let this single finger slide up my pussy, gently over my opening in one movement, barely touching my skin until I reach my clit.

 My clit is throbbing and hot, screaming for me to touch it. Slowly I let my finger reach what I want, as slowly at first I start to stroke at my clit.

 I feel the pressure mounting; driving me toward the edge, but I am not ready for that yet. I let my other hand find my second point of desire; covering it in my wetness I let my fingers tease the hole.  I want to make this last as I hold onto the image of you.

 I picture your tongue sliding over me, tasting how much I want you. Knowing that in the presence of you I am helpless.

 I push a finger inside of me and then follow it with another sliding them in deep and hard. I fuck myself with my fingers. Pushing in and out, curling them around inside of me all the time thinking it is you.

 I want to take more; I need my pleasure to mix with pain. I need it to mirror the ecstasy and pain you cause me.

 I push in a third finger and try for another; all the while the fingers on my clit match the movements inside of me. My movements get faster, harder and more urgent.

 I arch my back as I let your name escape form my lips. Moaning and sweating I feel myself get closer. Closer to what I wish you could give me and closer to what I need.

 I am soaking, the wetness your image gives me. It drips down my wrist and onto my thighs. I can't hold it any longer, my body gives in, gives into the dirty desire.

  Wave after wave hits me. My whole body shudders and my mind is lost in your image. Inside my head, a secret world of longing exists.

 Moaning and screaming, I finally have what I wanted and even though I am totally exhausted...

 I still crave your touch.

A Night At The Club

We wove through the crowd in a disjointed zigzag fashion, trying to approach some wall, any wall. The music was blaring and the room was heating, the humid tangy scent of sweaty bodies rising up in the air. I felt some of my hair sticking to my temples and raised my fingers up to quickly swipe it away. My elbow bumped into a girl as Jessie drug me through the people. The girl turned with a pissed off glare to me, I held her cold gaze, challenging her with my eyes until I stumbled and had to turn toward Jesse again. 

Jesse's fingers were slipping from my hand to just grasp at my fingertips. The pressure she was exerting to hold onto me was making my fingertips throb. 

We had been dancing in the center of the room, and an escalation of contact had begun. It began with the occasional bump of the hips, a hand resting on an arm. Jessie's eyes had been sparkling as she laughed on the floor. I was more serious, staring back at the beauty in front of me, watching and loving the way she moved, constantly stepping in closer. The crowd of dancing bodies helped by moving in a wave to her back, blocking us in. Once you lost your moving room, it was gone. 

It was the sharp shove from behind that started it. My hands flew out to grip onto Jessie's waist as I swayed, then balanced.  My fingers rested on the upper bare flesh of Jessie's waist. The skin was warm, moist with sweat, and so unbelievably soft. I let my thumb rub up on her exposed flesh. It was hard to focus on dancing, though the wild bouncing body in front of me didn't seem to struggle. 

My eyes hazed over as Jesse's full, high tits bounced against me. My hands slipped unconsciously further around Jesse's waist, making me have to step a knee in between hers, slowing her dance. 

Jessie's hands rested on my shoulders and her big brown eyes looked up, startled and wide, into mine. Normally I would have pulled away when my friend noticed the blatant purposeful contact. But, I didn't this time. I was elated, but anxious. 

I looked down at her lips, thinner than my own, but painted a bright red. They were parted. My eyes flickered back and forth from those beautiful brown eyes to those succulent, tempting lips. My head did a little jerk forward, tilting... then paused to look in her eyes again. Then I dove in. 

I felt the sharp intake of breath in Jessie's chest before I felt her lips. My kiss was soft, tentative. I just wanted to... to feel them. I barely tugged her pouty lower lip between my lips and my tongue was just moving forward for a sweep across them, to taste, when Jesse jerked herself away. 

I braced myself for whatever expression of disgust, anger, shock that would greet me. My eyes were lowered and I moved my focus upward slowly to meet Jessie's gaze. I started almost immediately to apologize for overstepping my bounds, but.... 

Jessie was smiling! We had both stopped dancing now and were just standing in the middle of the floor, my arms wrapped deep around Jesse's waist and Jessie's arms up high around my shoulders. That was when she sharply turned, grabbing my hand, and began yanking me through the crowd. 

My tummy was fluttering as we finally reached the outer wall and we paced along it, looking for some bare space. Jessie found a small hole near the back and turned her body to lean against it, only enough room for her small frame. She pulled me into her by the forearms. 

My body went happily, melting into the shapely, seductive Jesse, slipping a knee in between hers until the buttons of our pants touched. I felt just a hint of flesh against her bare tummy as I grabbed her face with both hands, fingers splaying to touch all of her skin as I pulled her towards my mouth. 

My tongue was not so tentative this time, but swept in between her luscious lips to finally taste that mouth I had watched for weeks since we first met in the apartment stairway. I first tasted the salt of sweat on her lips, then the sharp tang of the margaritas Jesse had been drinking all night, and then her, oh that taste--she was delicious. I moaned and pushed myself in deeper against the softness of her body, cloaking myself in the heat radiating off every inch of her skin. 

Jessie's hands had quickly wrapped around me, sliding briefly over my rounded bottom inside loose fitting faded jeans and back up to just beneath my shirt, tugging the fabric away from my wet skin to run her fingers along it. 

I pressed my knee in deeper between her legs, forcing them to part, and rose up to meet the sweltering heat between. I pulled off just to suck Jesse's lower lip, then tilted my head the other way and pushed my tongue in deeper, wanting to swallow her whole. But, Jesse pulled away again, eyes flickering from side to side. 

I hadn't even noticed the people around us, of whom some had stopped their talking to watch. I gave them a hard stare back and grabbed Jesse, heading towards the restrooms. 

The chatter in the restroom was as blinding loud as the music outside. I headed straight for the unoccupied stall, pulled Jesse in after me, and did some climbing with my legs around the toilet to be able to shut the door. There was a little chuckle from the sinks, but I didn't care. 

I lunged towards Jessie, hands flying down over her perfect ass, down the back of her thigh to lift one leg up so I could put my knee back up and firmly press into her crotch. I grinded my knee into the heat between her thighs as we kissed again... hands flying up beneath shirts, scooping out tits to grasp and squeeze. 

Jessie's full breasts were completely covered by my long fingers, I leaned my head down, pulling her breast completely free of the fabric and wrapping my mouth wide around her nipple, sucking, nibbling softly as my fingers moved down to work at the belt and zipper in front of me. I had to touch her. 

The zipper was down and I yanked at the sides of her jeans, pulling her small frame completely from the wall with the force of my jerk. My fingers dug to the inside of the Jesse's pants and slipped down into her panties. I groaned as I felt the small patch of curls and sank deeper into her jeans to slide three fingers over her hot wet mound and outer lips. 

I intended for my middle finger to just glide along the slit,  between her swollen lips teasingly, but Jessie was so wet, my finger slipped inside easily and I felt Jesse's body jerk as I inadvertently brushed a fingertip over her clit. 

"Mmmm, fuck, baby. I wish I'd known sooner," I whispered hoarsely as I raised up to nuzzle at Jessie's ear, my tongue lashing out sensually along her earlobe, teeth pulling it into my mouth. 

"Just fuck me... please," Jessie whispered back. "Hurry." 

I groaned and hiked Jesse's thigh up my side again as the other hand dove deeper into her soaking panties, the tip of my middle finger sliding along the silky, sodden folds and down to circle over her entrance before pushing the tip inside. I curled it slightly upward to rub the small little grooves at her entrance. 

"Hurry," Jessie panted again.

I pushed two fingers inside and thrust them up into her to the knuckle.I pulled my body back and shoved my entire frame against Jesse, pinning her to the stall with my weight as much as my desire as my fingers thrust in deeper. I pulled away again and shoved forward with my whole body, our bodies molding together in that brief, passionate collision. 

Jessie's back banged into bathroom stall wall. She was reaching up to grip onto the top of the doorway as she let me shove into her. Her head was turning side to side as she grunted. 

"Oh my God, are they...?" 

I heard the voices from outside the stall and moved my head to cover Jessie's mouth with mine, languidly, deeply kissing her, both of our nostrils flaring as we panted into each other.

I quickened the pace, finger-fucking her divine pussy, her pants and panties were keeping my hand in tight, confined, but also allowing the base of my palm to grind into the Jesse's clit. My hand was soaked and I clearly heard the sexy, wet smacking sounds of sheer, complete arousal. I reached around with my other hand and sunk it inside the back of her pants over Jessie's ass and pulled her in tighter. 

Jessie was starting to buck back against my hand and I knew she was close, so I pushed my palm into her clit tighter, increasing the pressure. Jessie tore her lips away to cry out and my free hand swept up her back to grab onto the sweaty matted hair and pull it back. I sank my teeth into Jesse's throat as her neck arched and felt the spasms and violent quaking of her body in my hands. I held strong, manuevering my palm furiously against her clit, every nerve grasping onto the reactions of the body in my hands. 

The hard grunt and jolt, and the sudden ooze of cream from Jesse signaled her release, her walls rippling and milking my fingers until every last spasm stopped and I slowly, reluctantly pulled my palm away. I slowly pulled my fingers free and heard the sweet kiss of wetness as they left her pussy. I pushed into Jessie, holding her up, supporting her against the stall, both of us panting. 

I turned my head a little, bringing up the dewy, glistening fingers to my nose to inhale sharply. I sucked my fingers clean, turning to Jesse and kissing her again, pushing the taste of Jesse's own pussy into her mouth. 

I leaned away into the opposite wall and watched Jesse fumble with her pants. Jessie paused and unrolled a bit of toilet paper and dug inside her pants to wipe some of the wetness from her panties before we could leave. I chewed my lip, wanting to clean that up with my mouth, not to waste it on the tissue. But, glancing around the stall -- definitely not here. 

I opened the stall door and rested my palm on the Jesse's back, who walked drunkenly from the stall, past the staring eyes of the other women in the room and out into the dark of the club. I pressed at her back and guided Jesse to the door and out into the cool air. I leaned over her shoulder with a raspy growl and a whisper , "You're going home with me."

Tigress Haiku: At the club last night--I fucked her in the bathroom--Damn, that was good sex.