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one after the other. Taking me by the hand, he led
me out of the booth only to throw me on the fold out table. As it quivered
underneath me, I was afraid I would slip.
I looked up at Scott. “Won’t the
table give out?”
A wry smirk crossed his face. “Not
on your life.”
And he was on me, undressing me.
My panties were slipped to the floor and my dress was hiked up around my waist.
The top of my dress was pulled down around my shoulders, and with a quick flick
of his fingers the front of my bra was undone, leaving my chest bare to his
gaze. I reached up to pull the dress off but he stopped me with a shake of his
head.
“No. I want you just like this.”
He reached into his blazer,
throwing the condom onto my chest. Hands at his sides, he didn’t say a word,
just gave me an imperious look.
I shifted my body to where my
breasts were hanging over the side of the table. The condom in one hand, I tried
to undo his buckle. After a few failed attempts, I freed up my hands by biting
the edge of the wrapper. His pants undone but still around his waist, I pulled
him out, gripping lightly with one hand. I went to kiss it, but he pulled back
a bit to signal “No.” I felt like I was going to tumble forward. Careful not to
pull down on him, I ripped the wrapping open with my teeth and slowly rolled
the rubber around him. He rose then settled at this touch.
The next minute I was on my back,
splayed out as before. He pulled me to the edge and entered me. I almost let
out a protest out of fear he would hurt me, but gasped in surprise and pleasure
as he slipped in with ease. In each thrust I could feel the weeks we’d been
apart, his overwhelming desire that had built up in my absence. He wanted to
make up for the time, the dozens of such moments that hadn’t occurred. My knees
were bent, held against his chest. I was gripping the sides of the table,
trying not to be pulled off, the metal digging into my fingers. My back arched,
further opening my dress. I wanted to hold him, have my fingers dig into the
skin of his arms, but the best I could do was to hold myself up by the front of
his lapels.
In an instant I was airborne, one
of his arms supporting my waist. I scrambled, arms and legs locking around him.
I was kissing him, his mouth, and his neck. I burrowed my face into the folds
of his shirt, seeking the warmth of his chest. An especially arduous thrust
from him, and I bit into the skin of his shoulder. He gasped and I pulled away,
afraid I had hurt him. But he only smiled and kissed me all the more.
There was a click and a thump, and
I looked around startled. With his other hand he’d undone the support of the
table, which had slapped against the wall, leaving a space open between the two
benches. I was pressed against the wall now. One leg slipped but made contact
with the bench. On a whim, I brought my other leg to the opposite bench. It was
a strain, but left me wonderfully open and Scott was supporting me, his fingers
wrapped almost to the inside of my legs.
Clutched in his taut arms, the
weight of his strong chest against me, his sex deep within me, I was utterly in
his control. I was merely riding the wave of his desire, with little say in the
outcome. This ferocity on its own would have frightened me, but the flash of
his green eyes as they stared into my own, how they sought out the lines of my
exposed breasts; all of it was for me. I exulted in being the object of his
desires, having given myself over to the force of his lust.
He pulled out, lowering my feet to
the ground and pushed me across one of the benches. The back of the seat dug
uncomfortably into my chest, supporting the weight of my breasts. Scott spread
my legs wide. Once again, my wrists were held crossed behind my back with one
hand, the other holding tightly to my collarbone, lightly choking me. I gasped
as he entered me again, moaned as his stomach pressed rhythmically against my
butt. I struggled
me out of the booth only to throw me on the fold out table. As it quivered
underneath me, I was afraid I would slip.
I looked up at Scott. “Won’t the
table give out?”
A wry smirk crossed his face. “Not
on your life.”
And he was on me, undressing me.
My panties were slipped to the floor and my dress was hiked up around my waist.
The top of my dress was pulled down around my shoulders, and with a quick flick
of his fingers the front of my bra was undone, leaving my chest bare to his
gaze. I reached up to pull the dress off but he stopped me with a shake of his
head.
“No. I want you just like this.”
He reached into his blazer,
throwing the condom onto my chest. Hands at his sides, he didn’t say a word,
just gave me an imperious look.
I shifted my body to where my
breasts were hanging over the side of the table. The condom in one hand, I tried
to undo his buckle. After a few failed attempts, I freed up my hands by biting
the edge of the wrapper. His pants undone but still around his waist, I pulled
him out, gripping lightly with one hand. I went to kiss it, but he pulled back
a bit to signal “No.” I felt like I was going to tumble forward. Careful not to
pull down on him, I ripped the wrapping open with my teeth and slowly rolled
the rubber around him. He rose then settled at this touch.
The next minute I was on my back,
splayed out as before. He pulled me to the edge and entered me. I almost let
out a protest out of fear he would hurt me, but gasped in surprise and pleasure
as he slipped in with ease. In each thrust I could feel the weeks we’d been
apart, his overwhelming desire that had built up in my absence. He wanted to
make up for the time, the dozens of such moments that hadn’t occurred. My knees
were bent, held against his chest. I was gripping the sides of the table,
trying not to be pulled off, the metal digging into my fingers. My back arched,
further opening my dress. I wanted to hold him, have my fingers dig into the
skin of his arms, but the best I could do was to hold myself up by the front of
his lapels.
In an instant I was airborne, one
of his arms supporting my waist. I scrambled, arms and legs locking around him.
I was kissing him, his mouth, and his neck. I burrowed my face into the folds
of his shirt, seeking the warmth of his chest. An especially arduous thrust
from him, and I bit into the skin of his shoulder. He gasped and I pulled away,
afraid I had hurt him. But he only smiled and kissed me all the more.
There was a click and a thump, and
I looked around startled. With his other hand he’d undone the support of the
table, which had slapped against the wall, leaving a space open between the two
benches. I was pressed against the wall now. One leg slipped but made contact
with the bench. On a whim, I brought my other leg to the opposite bench. It was
a strain, but left me wonderfully open and Scott was supporting me, his fingers
wrapped almost to the inside of my legs.
Clutched in his taut arms, the
weight of his strong chest against me, his sex deep within me, I was utterly in
his control. I was merely riding the wave of his desire, with little say in the
outcome. This ferocity on its own would have frightened me, but the flash of
his green eyes as they stared into my own, how they sought out the lines of my
exposed breasts; all of it was for me. I exulted in being the object of his
desires, having given myself over to the force of his lust.
He pulled out, lowering my feet to
the ground and pushed me across one of the benches. The back of the seat dug
uncomfortably into my chest, supporting the weight of my breasts. Scott spread
my legs wide. Once again, my wrists were held crossed behind my back with one
hand, the other holding tightly to my collarbone, lightly choking me. I gasped
as he entered me again, moaned as his stomach pressed rhythmically against my
butt. I struggled
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