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Jim and Marie at the Dance Club (slut, voy)
by Anonymous (c) 1995

**


    It was a popular dance club in New York.  Considering it was a
Friday night the floor wasn't very crowded.  Even so, the body heat was
tremendous.  One couple in particular seemed to be melting - not only
themselves, but also those around them.  Their favorite move was to
stand back-to-front so that once could grind crotch against ass.
Perhaps it was only the exertion of dancing, but they were both getting
brightly flushed.  At the end of a particularly long and erotic number,
there was an unspoken agreement that there had been enough dancing here
tonight.

    "Marie..being with you is so exciting tonight.", he said as they
stepped out to the icy parking lot.  "You're not so bad yourself", she
responded "Any plans tonight?" "Oh..  just a few", he smirked.  "But
first", spinning around, he opened his bulky overcoat wide.  "Flashing
me, are you Jim?" "No, I just wanted a hot hug, that's all." "I'll bet",
she breathed as she crawled inside the jacket to embrace him.

    Closing his jacket around her, he bent down and brushed his lips
lightly along her cheeks towards her full lips.  Just as their lips touched
 she pulled his lower lip into her mouth, and began nibbling.  Soon,
they were kissing furiously, unaware of the other patrons walking past.

    "Jim", Marie murmured after someone practically ran into them,
maybe we should move somewhere else" With a sly grin, he lifted her and
they stumbled off, still locked in an embrace inside his coat, to a
shadowed area behind their car.  "I don't think we'll be seen here", he
said.  Tracing her hand sensuously down his chest she sighed "I
certainly hope not" As she reached his pants, she grinned mischievously
and unzipped the fly.  "Marie!..." "Sshh, we can't be seen here,
remember?"  Reaching inside his trousers, "and you obviously don't mind
anyway - it s pretty warm in there."   Having said this, she grabbed his
penis and pumped it, while kissing him feverishly.  Jim responded with a
sharp intake of breath and a satisfied snap, when he finally managed to
undo her bra.

    "Just what can we do here?", he wondered aloud.  "Let's..find...out"
 she suggested.  Hungrily, she kissed along his neck, while he managed
to squeeze his hand between her nipple and his chest.  "It's a pretty
tight fit here"  Still, he managed to roll her nipple between his fingers
  Meanwhile, his other hand was underneath her skirt, gliding along the
inside of her left thigh.  Circling closer and closer, he was finally
stroking her lips through the outside of her panties.  "My, a little wet
there, isn't it."  "Errngh" was all she moaned pressing into his hand.
Her kisses along his neck, combined with the gentle fondling of his
scrotum were obviously having an effect.  Jim began thrusting his hips
against her.

    Taking the edge of her panties, he whispered "I hope you don't mind"
and ripped them in two.  "Only if you don't" she said, popping open his
button fly jeans and shredding his underwear.  "Let's leave the pants
on, though" he proposed as he refastened his pants, leaving his erection
projecting from the fly.  Marie pulled her blouse up and over his penis,
so that she could press it against her bare stomach.  Jim's hand again
crept under her skirt.  Only now, her lips were fully exposed.  He began
probing her vagina with one finger, while his thumb ran lazy circles
around her clitoris.  "You know", she said, "even though it's pretty ...
Mmmm ...  waa ...  uuhh ...  warm under here - the cold is still coming
up under the coat."

    "Let's do something about it." He then picked her up so her crotch
was about waist-level for him.  His glans brushed across her clitoris on
the way up, and now it was just barely touching her lips ...  back and
forth ...  tantalizing her clitoris and then down until it was pressing
lightly against her, by now dripping, entrance.  While kissing fiercely,
they each gyrated against the other.  Sometimes bringing their organs
apart but at times beginning penetration.  They were both practically
hyperventilating and they could feel the seat begin to drip where their
bodies pressed together.

    Now, his glans was firmly squeezed just inside her vagina.  She
gyrated circularly, as he made slight thrusts - bringing himself almost out
and then just barely in again.

    At just this moment, a car started pulling into the spot across from them
Without a word, the two disentangled and readjusted.  They quickly got
into the car and drove off.  Of course, they did leave an interesting
bit of evidence behind.  Two torn underwear could be found lying in the
parking lot.


 			A  C O L D   N I G H T
			----------------------

    The ride home was relatively uneventful.  Marie was driving, leaving
her easy prey for Jim's roving hands.  Although she protested slightly,
her hormones were still very high so she wasn't persistent.  Jim's left
hand was under her blouse, gently cupping and squeezing her left breast.
Meanwhile, his right hand had crawled underneath her skirt and was
running through her pubic hair.  Soon, only Jim's middle finger was
moving in small circles on the ridge above Marie's clitoris.  With this
stimulation Marie couldn't help squirming as she drove.  "Jim, you'd
better stop - I m losing all my concentration", she said through
clenched teeth.  Resting his head on her shoulder, he left his hands
where they were, but stopped moving them.  "How's that?", he asked.
"It'll do, but you better be prepared for when we get home!" The rest of
the drive was exquisite agony, while they waited to arrive.

    "Maybe you should move your hands now" suggested Marie as they
pulled into the lighted driveway.  After giving a few parting strokes,
Jim reluctantly complied.  Walking towards the house behind Marie, Jim
stopped to scoop up some snow from the side.  Running up in front of her
 he gave her a big hug lifting her with his right arm, while his left arm
snuck under her coat and blouse.  "Jim, that's a little ... EEE" - the
snow had found a new home between her legs.  "Just an accident", Jim
said sheepishly.  "Accident, my ass."  They both giggled at that and
strolled hand-in-hand into the house.

    Once inside and stripped of their overcoats and shoes, Marie got a
fire started in the den, while Jim made some Fuzzy Navels in the kitchen.
 By the time he brought a big pitcher of the stuff along with two large ice
filled glasses in, Marie's fire was warming the room, while a Mozart
symphony played in the background.

    Jim filled up a glass and handed it over to Marie.  "How is it?"
"Delicious" she slurred, while giving him a look which made his blood
rush.  Sidling up next to her on the cushions, he took the glass from her
hand and put it down, a good arm's reach away.  "We don't want that
happening again eh?" Looking into each other's eyes, Jim stroked Marie's
cheek with the back of his hand, while she massaged the back of his neck
and head.  I love you" - they both said it simultaneously and chuckled.

    Taking Marie's face in his hands, Jim began kissing her forehead,
worked his way down the peak of her nose, finally to her rich lips.
Very briefly, their lips and tongues intertwined, but Marie broke the
kiss so she could his neck with her lips and unbutton his shirt.
Running her hand down his chest, she sucked on each nipple just long
enough for it to begin swelling.  Jim stood up to remove his shirt, and
moved behind her.  "Your turn", he murmured.  Pulling her hair up out of
the way, he kissed the nape of her neck from the hairline to where her
blouse began.  After fumbling for a few seconds, he managed to undo that
tricky top button and expose a bit of her back to his waiting mouth.  He
continued unfastening her blouse, while exploring each new bit of flesh
which was revealed.  When all the buttons were undone, he ran his hands
along her sides to her shoulders; just barely brushing her breasts on
the way there.  Then slowly, he brought his hands down her smooth arms,
pulling the blouse along.

    Delicately, Jim unclasped the necklace around Marie's neck, and
followed the chain along her skin to her taut breasts.  Letting the
necklace fall into his right hand, he began rubbing underneath her left
breast with the other.  After putting the necklace down, Jim gave both
of Marie's nipples lots of attention, while he kissed along the side of
her neck and ear.

    Meanwhile, Marie had reached behind her back and was squeezing Jim's
crotch.  After a few moments, she let go and whispered to Jim to lie
back.  While Jim did so, she around and began massaging his chest and
stomach.  Kissing him lightly, she undid his trousers and slipped them
off his legs.  With no underwear on, his arousal was quite obvious.
Taking hold, she kissed alongside the shaft and licked over the top of
the glans.  A small gasp escaped Jim's lips as he took her head in his
hands.

    Pausing to remove her skirt, she skimmed her now naked body along
his until their faces were again close.  Kissing long and passionately
this time their hands glided over each other's warm skin.  Interrupting
their kiss, Marie nuzzled her way down Jim's chest again, while stroking
her inner thigh with her hand.  Suspending her kisses momentarily, she
took his penis tenderly in her left hand and began stroking it.  When
she began kneading his leg with her right hand, Jim commented that her
hand had gotten awful cold.  Marie responded by engulfing his glans in
her mouth.  He responded with a low shriek, "that's freezing!!" "Do you
want me to stop?", she said wickedly around an ice cube.  "No, no,
please.." Needing no further prompting, Marie again took his glans -
swirling it with her tongue and lightly pressing the ice along the side.
Soon she was running the cube up and down his shaft between her lips,
accompanied by Jim's shivers of delight.

    Finally, Jim could take no more and rotated his hips out of her
reach.  "Now it's my turn." With little bites and kisses, he caressed
his way from her neck to her navel, paying careful attention to the area
just between her full breasts.  Stroking her leg carelessly, he began
circling her left nipple with kisses - always coming so close, but never
quite touching.  At last, he descended and began licking the nipple,
while his hand massaged the breast.

    Apparently, the build-up of the evening was getting to be a little
much for Marie, for she took Jim's head and pressed it down to her
crotch - "please" was all she said.  That was the only cue required.
Beginning slowly, he kissed along her inner thighs up to the point where
her legs joined her abdomen - even sucking and licking at the skin
there.  Marie clenched her legs around his head while squirming her
hips.  Jim then began licking her pubic mound directly.  First, he took
her outer lips and nibbled along them up to but not touching the
clitoris - then down the other side, until he had reached the perineum,
where he paused to flutter his tongue.  Moving slowly between her lips,
he probed her vagina gently momentarily, then continued to her clitoris,
where he suddenly began vibrating rapidly.  Only for a short moment,
though, then he switched to a slow counter-clockwise swirl around the
head of the clitoris, while kneading her warm cheeks with his hands.

    As her breathing intensified, she began squeezing her legs and
clenching her hands convulsively.  "Not yet ...  wait" - she moaned.
"Here put this on." She handed him a condom.  "No, I want you to", he
said, as he swiveled his hips within her reach, and again pressed his
lips against her vagina.  Even though having difficulty concentrating,
Marie managed to pull the condom out of the packet and roll it onto his
penis.  Giving it a few good pumps - "Just making sure it's secure" -
she giggled while pushing him onto his back and bringing her face down
to his.

    "Gosh, you are such a good kisser, Marie." "I know", she grinned
while reaching between her legs and positioning his penis against her
opening.  Ever so slowly, she rocked her hips causing his glans to begin
entering her - only to pulled out again by Jim.  "Tortuous, aren't I",
he chuckled, while pressing in a little deeper than before.
Concentrating on the moment, she continued making small thrusts bringing
him deeper each time.  She paused when he was fully entered and bent
down to kiss him.  After a few moments of passionate kissing and slow
gyrating, she began making full thrusts, so that his shaft was being
pulled nearly out with each motion.

    Jim sat up to more easily look in her eyes and to more fully enjoy
the press of her body against and their mutual sweat running down their
hot bodies.  "God, I love you", he sighed.

    Just then, he heard a car pull up into the driveway.  "Oh no - are
they back already? Quick, we've got to get dressed"  Reluctantly, they
put most of their clothes back on, turned on the television, and acted
as if they'd been just watching a movie for the last hour or so.  The
flush in their cheeks?? Oh, that was from sitting too close to the fire,
that's all. 

				-= THE END =-