backwards so that she was lying over several of the small flip-down seats, with her legs open, one of them bent up by her side and the other down on the floor, giving her partner free access to caress her beneath her short rubber skirt, which he was doing with obvious abandon, with no thought to who might be watching.
My view of her was blocked partially by his head, now buried between her legs, but in the flash of the cinema screen I could see a vision of her bare legs, slim calves leading up to her smooth, silky thighs.
Before I knew it, I was leaning closer, and wondering what would happen if I touched her, if I joined in. I wasn’t sure what I should do. Lean forward and tentatively brush her arm? Ask for permission? But while I was wondering, I turned my head to glance at her face and saw her staring at me, her expression fixed in a look of total arousal, though she wasn’t as lost in it as I imagined I would have been in her place, but rather she seemed to be making a deliberate effort to maintain eye contact with me.
He evidently quickened the rhythm of his licks, as she began to lose control, and grabbed my hand, squeezing my palm and pulling me forward until I was leaning over them, close enough to kiss her, close enough to feel the softness of her skin brushing against mine.
She moaned, and bucked beneath me as an orgasm coursed through her, and then she let go of my hand, and relaxed into stillness.
Her partner lifted his head, and stroked the side of her face with his fingertip. I waited quietly for them both to recover, though I was now so aroused by the situation that I was finding it difficult to sit still.
She turned her head to look at me and smiled.
‘Thank you,’ she said.
‘You’re welcome,’ I replied, though I felt a little foolish under the circumstances. There weren’t any words to acknowledge the intimacy of the encounter that wouldn’t have sounded contrived or silly when spoken aloud.
He gave me a slight nod, his expression unreadable beneath his mask.
The pair stood and then disappeared into the night.
I sat still, alone on my seat for a minute or two, regaining my composure, wondering what to do next. I was still immensely turned on, but I didn’t feel right about leaving Fran and Chris to their own devices for too long. Just as I was making my mind up, I heard Fran coming up the stairs behind me.
‘There you are! We looked everywhere. What are you doing sitting up here alone?’ Her tone of voice was wondering rather than suspicious. I doubted that Fran would ever even imagine the sort of scene that I had just witnessed.
‘Just taking a break. It’s crowded out there.’
‘Come on then, you’re missing all the good tunes.’
I followed them both back into the party, though the image of the woman’s face as she came didn’t leave my mind, and my fantasies were only exacerbated by the sexual vibe in the air and the sheer number of attractive people in the crowd, particularly the men who had either dressed the part, in military jackets, or who had that certain confidence about them, a demeanour that reminded me of Dominik.
As I slipped into bed after our night out, the thoughts in my mind became ever more persistent.
Visions of men wearing long boots and carrying riding crops flittered across my mind and turned darker and fiercer, until I saw myself kneeling on a stone floor with a gag in my mouth and my wrists tied behind my back, not with rope but metal cuffs attached to a long, thick chain which ran along the floor behind me, meeting a bolt on the far wall. I was completely naked, and totally smooth. Someone had shaved my pubic hair. I had two nipple rings, both stinging as though I had been pierced only hours earlier. A heavy door swung open and I heard footsteps, slow, deliberate, coming closer. I couldn’t see the person but sensed that it was a man. He neared, but I couldn’t make him out in the thick gloom, just a pair of legs clad in black suit trousers with a sharp crease
My view of her was blocked partially by his head, now buried between her legs, but in the flash of the cinema screen I could see a vision of her bare legs, slim calves leading up to her smooth, silky thighs.
Before I knew it, I was leaning closer, and wondering what would happen if I touched her, if I joined in. I wasn’t sure what I should do. Lean forward and tentatively brush her arm? Ask for permission? But while I was wondering, I turned my head to glance at her face and saw her staring at me, her expression fixed in a look of total arousal, though she wasn’t as lost in it as I imagined I would have been in her place, but rather she seemed to be making a deliberate effort to maintain eye contact with me.
He evidently quickened the rhythm of his licks, as she began to lose control, and grabbed my hand, squeezing my palm and pulling me forward until I was leaning over them, close enough to kiss her, close enough to feel the softness of her skin brushing against mine.
She moaned, and bucked beneath me as an orgasm coursed through her, and then she let go of my hand, and relaxed into stillness.
Her partner lifted his head, and stroked the side of her face with his fingertip. I waited quietly for them both to recover, though I was now so aroused by the situation that I was finding it difficult to sit still.
She turned her head to look at me and smiled.
‘Thank you,’ she said.
‘You’re welcome,’ I replied, though I felt a little foolish under the circumstances. There weren’t any words to acknowledge the intimacy of the encounter that wouldn’t have sounded contrived or silly when spoken aloud.
He gave me a slight nod, his expression unreadable beneath his mask.
The pair stood and then disappeared into the night.
I sat still, alone on my seat for a minute or two, regaining my composure, wondering what to do next. I was still immensely turned on, but I didn’t feel right about leaving Fran and Chris to their own devices for too long. Just as I was making my mind up, I heard Fran coming up the stairs behind me.
‘There you are! We looked everywhere. What are you doing sitting up here alone?’ Her tone of voice was wondering rather than suspicious. I doubted that Fran would ever even imagine the sort of scene that I had just witnessed.
‘Just taking a break. It’s crowded out there.’
‘Come on then, you’re missing all the good tunes.’
I followed them both back into the party, though the image of the woman’s face as she came didn’t leave my mind, and my fantasies were only exacerbated by the sexual vibe in the air and the sheer number of attractive people in the crowd, particularly the men who had either dressed the part, in military jackets, or who had that certain confidence about them, a demeanour that reminded me of Dominik.
As I slipped into bed after our night out, the thoughts in my mind became ever more persistent.
Visions of men wearing long boots and carrying riding crops flittered across my mind and turned darker and fiercer, until I saw myself kneeling on a stone floor with a gag in my mouth and my wrists tied behind my back, not with rope but metal cuffs attached to a long, thick chain which ran along the floor behind me, meeting a bolt on the far wall. I was completely naked, and totally smooth. Someone had shaved my pubic hair. I had two nipple rings, both stinging as though I had been pierced only hours earlier. A heavy door swung open and I heard footsteps, slow, deliberate, coming closer. I couldn’t see the person but sensed that it was a man. He neared, but I couldn’t make him out in the thick gloom, just a pair of legs clad in black suit trousers with a sharp crease
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