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another step
towards her.
“Stop it!” she said, taking another step back and
coming into contact with the wall.
I wanted to fuck her right there. I fucking love sex
and I don’t care who cares how I live my life. Mostly though, since I started
having it with Elly, I remembered what it was like to do it with a warm body.
The way she moves and the noises she makes…she’s not so out of her mind that
she may or may not remember it. I know she remembers me…I took one more step to
close the space between us. Her cheeks were flushed and I could hear her
breaths quickening. I started sliding her little dress up then, dragging my
fingers along her thighs as I did. I expected her to push me away, and when she
didn’t, I got braver and I slipped my hand underneath and slid my fingers down
into her panties. I put one finger against her slit and she moaned. Then I used
two fingers to rub against her hard clit and she moaned louder. Then I slid
those two fingers in her suddenly moist pussy and I moved them back and forth.
She let out a groan and suddenly she was up on her toes and her lips were on
mine. She slid her tongue inside my mouth and I felt my cock jerk. We kissed like
that while I caressed her sweet pussy for a long time. We may have even gone
further, but there was someone knocking at the door.
“I’ll be right out,” Elly called in a strangled
voice. She pulled away from me and slipped into the stall. I washed my hands
and she came out and washed hers. Then she pulled open the bathroom door a
crack and said, “It’s clear, go!” I started to slip out and she said,
“Tristan!”
I turned towards her and she said, “Your place after
the party.” I grinned and slipped out and into the men’s room just before a
stuffy looking old lady came around the corner. I had to stay out of sight for
a few minutes until my cock was ready to rest again.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
ELLY
I spent the
rest of the evening telling myself that as soon as this party was over, I was
going straight home. There was no way that I was going over to Tristan’s
apartment and I can’t imagine why I said that I would. Okay, I know why I said
I would. For Christ sakes the guy had his hand down my panties only seconds
before and damn does he know what he’s doing down there. I feel like such an
incredible pervert every time I look at him, especially tonight. I haven’t seen
him dressed up so nice since he was twenty years old and on the cover of every
magazine at the supermarket counter. Back then I’d imagine that the day would
come when I’d know what it was like to kiss him. Now I know what every stinking
part of him is like and I crave it…
I made the rounds, mingling with Jake and meeting
his beautiful girlfriend who according to Jake is a director of children’s
films. I finally got to meet Molly’s boyfriend who seemed like a really nice
guy and I got to meet Keith’s life-partner, another good guy.
Jake introduced
me to some other producers and directors too and I felt my professional circle
growing as the night went on. I was excited by that, but still having trouble
getting thoughts of Tristan off my mind. He had done what I asked and stayed
away from me while I did my thing and he did his.
Every so often he would catch my eye and give me a
long, slow once-over, ending it by running his tongue slowly across his lips.
He was so damned sexy. How was I honestly supposed to resist a man like that?
The night was still young when I left the party and
I got in my car. It seemed almost like it drove itself automatically to his
apartment building. I’d seen him slip out about a half hour before and I’m not
positive but I think he winked at me when he did. I still needed to talk to him
about exclusivity. I really hoped he wasn’t screwing those nasty skanks I saw
hanging around the night I went to see him play in the bar….or anyone for that
matter. If I wasn’t going to be anything else to him, I’d like to at least
towards her.
“Stop it!” she said, taking another step back and
coming into contact with the wall.
I wanted to fuck her right there. I fucking love sex
and I don’t care who cares how I live my life. Mostly though, since I started
having it with Elly, I remembered what it was like to do it with a warm body.
The way she moves and the noises she makes…she’s not so out of her mind that
she may or may not remember it. I know she remembers me…I took one more step to
close the space between us. Her cheeks were flushed and I could hear her
breaths quickening. I started sliding her little dress up then, dragging my
fingers along her thighs as I did. I expected her to push me away, and when she
didn’t, I got braver and I slipped my hand underneath and slid my fingers down
into her panties. I put one finger against her slit and she moaned. Then I used
two fingers to rub against her hard clit and she moaned louder. Then I slid
those two fingers in her suddenly moist pussy and I moved them back and forth.
She let out a groan and suddenly she was up on her toes and her lips were on
mine. She slid her tongue inside my mouth and I felt my cock jerk. We kissed like
that while I caressed her sweet pussy for a long time. We may have even gone
further, but there was someone knocking at the door.
“I’ll be right out,” Elly called in a strangled
voice. She pulled away from me and slipped into the stall. I washed my hands
and she came out and washed hers. Then she pulled open the bathroom door a
crack and said, “It’s clear, go!” I started to slip out and she said,
“Tristan!”
I turned towards her and she said, “Your place after
the party.” I grinned and slipped out and into the men’s room just before a
stuffy looking old lady came around the corner. I had to stay out of sight for
a few minutes until my cock was ready to rest again.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
ELLY
I spent the
rest of the evening telling myself that as soon as this party was over, I was
going straight home. There was no way that I was going over to Tristan’s
apartment and I can’t imagine why I said that I would. Okay, I know why I said
I would. For Christ sakes the guy had his hand down my panties only seconds
before and damn does he know what he’s doing down there. I feel like such an
incredible pervert every time I look at him, especially tonight. I haven’t seen
him dressed up so nice since he was twenty years old and on the cover of every
magazine at the supermarket counter. Back then I’d imagine that the day would
come when I’d know what it was like to kiss him. Now I know what every stinking
part of him is like and I crave it…
I made the rounds, mingling with Jake and meeting
his beautiful girlfriend who according to Jake is a director of children’s
films. I finally got to meet Molly’s boyfriend who seemed like a really nice
guy and I got to meet Keith’s life-partner, another good guy.
Jake introduced
me to some other producers and directors too and I felt my professional circle
growing as the night went on. I was excited by that, but still having trouble
getting thoughts of Tristan off my mind. He had done what I asked and stayed
away from me while I did my thing and he did his.
Every so often he would catch my eye and give me a
long, slow once-over, ending it by running his tongue slowly across his lips.
He was so damned sexy. How was I honestly supposed to resist a man like that?
The night was still young when I left the party and
I got in my car. It seemed almost like it drove itself automatically to his
apartment building. I’d seen him slip out about a half hour before and I’m not
positive but I think he winked at me when he did. I still needed to talk to him
about exclusivity. I really hoped he wasn’t screwing those nasty skanks I saw
hanging around the night I went to see him play in the bar….or anyone for that
matter. If I wasn’t going to be anything else to him, I’d like to at least
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