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Evening Out (MF)
by Dulcinea (dulcinea1@aol.com)

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She'd started before they'd even entered the house for the party. In the
dark, in the car, she'd rolled the short hem of her skirt up past the tops
of her stockings and showed him her bare thighs, her bare hips, bringing
his fingers down to touch her bare pussy. "So you know what to look forward
to," she told him.

Now he had a grin on his face he couldn't dampen, and if he brought his
fingertips up to his nose, he could catch a hint of her scent. He watched
her walk across the room, his mind moving forward to the evening after
returning home. She really knew how to affect him.

She smiled at him, passing him a drink. To anyone watching, it appeared to
be a normal exchange between them. But only he saw the wink, only he heard
her whisper, "I want you." Brushing her breasts across his arm, she added,
"I need you."

He felt the response in his nether regions immediately, but she only smiled
and wandered away, wiggling her ass for his benefit. A thousand images
flashed through his mind, but nothing that helped calm his carbonated
hormones.

Dinner was not easier for him. She kept up her end in the conversations
around the table, her hand on his thigh, on his crotch, stroking his hard
on through his pants. He was hard-pressed to appear normal, forcing himself
to eat his meal and smile at the people around him. With a gentle smile,
she turned her attention on him, mischief sparkling in her eyes. "I want
you," she whispered again.

When they left the table, he watched her head out of the room, towards the
back of the house where the bathrooms were. Trying to appear casual, he
followed her, his long strides easily overtaking her. "Honey!" she cried as
he came up behind her, pushing her into the bathroom and locking the door.
"What are you doing?"

"What do you think I am doing, you little tease?" He grinned, undoing his
pants. With a sigh, he released his swollen cock. "Come here."

"Oh, honey, not here." She shook her head. "Someone might come by...." She
swallowed hard, her own desire threatening to overwhelm her. "We should
head for home."

He shook his head, pushing her up against the sink and raising her short
skirt over her ass. Running his hands over her plump ass cheeks, he slid a
finger into her pussy, feeling the wetness he knew he would find. "You said
you wanted me," he whispered, sliding his hard cock into her. "Now you have
me."

She moaned, closing her eyes as he pumped in and out of her. He ran his
hands under her breasts, cupping them through the fabric of her dress. He
watched her face in the mirror over the sink, watched his hands roaming
across her body. Her lovely eyes fluttered open, watching the mirror.

Her breathing changed, her body beginning to shake and shudder as she
approached her orgasm. Grabbing the hand towel off the towel rack, he
folded it lengthwise into fourths, sliding it between her teeth to muffle
her cries. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her through the
orgasm, then started pumping into even her harder, faster, stroking her
clit, making her squirm and groan even more. When she climaxed again, he
came with her, shooting his cum deep inside her.

He left the bathroom before she did, ducking down the dark hall and
stepping back into the party with a grin on his face. When she emerged, she
was walking carefully, and he remembered that she had no underwear on. "I
still want you," she whispered as she passed, heading for the front door.
He went to collect their coats and make their excuses to the hostess. The
night was still young, and he had a lot to look forward to.

