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Speaker 3: The warm golden glow of the low hanging lights casts
Speaker 3: an inviting shimmer across the darkened room, the driving base,
Speaker 3: drowning out the sound of any chatter between the patrons.
Speaker 3: We've been to this bar before a few times. Actually,
Speaker 3: it's great for a drink, a dance, a little people watching.
Speaker 3: I take in my surroundings from where I perch next
Speaker 3: to my partner on a barstool, swirling the straw in
Speaker 3: my cocktail and taking in the sight of writhing bodies
Speaker 3: in the dim light. The music wraps its dense arms
Speaker 3: around us, a sultry symphony of deep bass and intricate rhythm.
Speaker 3: Its vibrations coursing through my veins, inviting me to move.
Speaker 3: My fingers intertwined with my partners as his gaze meets mine,
Speaker 3: even after all these years, there is a heat blazing
Speaker 3: in his eyes, and my stomach tightens under his stair.
Speaker 3: I broke first, glancing down with a small smile. I'll
Speaker 3: never get tired of this pool between us, this raw attraction,
Speaker 3: I think as I look towards the far end of
Speaker 3: the bar, and that's when I see her. She leans
Speaker 3: against the bar as she accepts her drink, then laughs
Speaker 3: with her head thrown back at whatever the bartender has said,
Speaker 3: exposing the elegant curve of her neck. Her hair cascades
Speaker 3: down her back in loose waves, and her skin seems
Speaker 3: to glow in the low light. I can't tear my
Speaker 3: eyes away from her, her fluid, graceful moves, mesmerizing. My
Speaker 3: partner notices my distraction and follows my gaze. I feel
Speaker 3: his grip tightened in my hand, and when I turn
Speaker 3: back to him, his eyes are dark with desire. I
Speaker 3: lean close and whisper, She's beautiful, isn't she? A shiver
Speaker 3: runs down my spine as he nods the air between us,
Speaker 3: growing thick with tension. His thumb traces slow circles on
Speaker 3: the inside of my wrist, and I bite my lip.
Speaker 3: I look back to the woman just as she glances
Speaker 3: my way, our eyes locking across the room. A shudder
Speaker 3: runs through me. Heep pulling between my thighs at the
Speaker 3: look that stretches tort between us. She holds my stare
Speaker 3: for longer than she should, her eyes dark and inviting,
Speaker 3: her deep red lips curling into a knowing smile. My
Speaker 3: breath catchures in my throat as she pushes away the
Speaker 3: bar and begins to move towards us, her hips swaying
Speaker 3: with every step. The crowd seems to part for her,
Speaker 3: and I feel my partner's hands slide to my lower back,
Speaker 3: a possessive touch that sen sparks through me. As the
Speaker 3: woman approaches, I can see the finer details of her appearance,
Speaker 3: the way her silky dress clings to her curves, the
Speaker 3: glint of a delicate gold necklace nestled in her cleavage,
Speaker 3: the flush on her cheeks. Her scent reaches me an
Speaker 3: intoxicating blend of jasmine and honey and something seductive I
Speaker 3: can't put my finger off. She smells of sex, of danger,
Speaker 3: and my pussy is suddenly agching. Abruptly, she turns, slipping
Speaker 3: into the throng of pulsing bodies on the dance floor,
Speaker 3: disappearing into the writhing mass playing in time with the music.
Speaker 3: Disappointment sweeps over me as I look back to my partner,
Speaker 3: but he squeezes my hand, steps off his stool, and
Speaker 3: tugs me towards the dance floor. As we weave through
Speaker 3: the crowd, bodies swaying and moving against each other, I
Speaker 3: feel electricity pulse through the room. It's as if every breath,
Speaker 3: every touch is charged. The pulsing bass thrums through my body.
Speaker 3: As we reach the center of the swaying bodies, his
Speaker 3: hands fund my hips, pulling me close. I can feel
Speaker 3: the heat of his palms through the thin fabric of
Speaker 3: my dress. Our bodies begin to move in time with
Speaker 3: each other, hips swaying in time with the music. The
Speaker 3: scent of his cologne mingles with the musk of his skin,
Speaker 3: intoxicating I inhale sharply. As our bodies shift, sliding and
Speaker 3: grinding to the heavy beat. The press of the crown
Speaker 3: pushes us even closer, and my breath catches as his
Speaker 3: thigh presses between my legs. The friction sense sparks of
Speaker 3: pleasure rippling through me. I run my hands up his chest,
Speaker 3: feeling the solid plains of muscle beneath his shirt. He
Speaker 3: leans in his breath, ghosting across my neck, sending shivers
Speaker 3: down my spine, and arching into him, relishing the friction
Speaker 3: between us. Then another pair of hands, smaller, gentler, eases
Speaker 3: onto my waist from behind, and the scent of honey
Speaker 3: and jasmine floods my senses. I feel her press her
Speaker 3: body against mine, the delicious heat where her breasts push
Speaker 3: into my back. Her pussy grazes the curve of my
Speaker 3: ars as she sways to the beat. My gasper caught
Speaker 3: between the firm body in front of me and the
Speaker 3: soft curves behind. The thick bass and heavy drums pulse
Speaker 3: through us as we move together, a tangle of limbs
Speaker 3: and flushed skin. My head falls back against her shoulder
Speaker 3: as my partner's lips find my neck, trailing hot that
Speaker 3: kisses down to my collar bone. Her hands slid around
Speaker 3: to my stomach, fingertips teasing the edge of my undies
Speaker 3: through my dress. I feel her warm breath on my ear.
Speaker 3: As she leans in closer, A shudder runs through me.
Speaker 3: I turned my head, meeting her darkened gaze. This close,
Speaker 3: I can see flecks of gold in her dark brown eyes.
Speaker 3: Her red lips part slightly, an invitation I cannot resist.
Speaker 3: I lean in, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.
Speaker 3: Her lips are impossibly soft, tasting of whiskey and cherries.
Speaker 3: She kisses me back hungrily, her tongue sliding against mine.
Speaker 3: I moan into her mouth, overwhelmed by sensation. My partner's
Speaker 3: hands tightened on my hips, pulling me more firmly against him.
Speaker 3: I can feel how hard he is through his jeans.
Speaker 3: Her breath hitches as our tongues meet, and the way
Speaker 3: her body alds to mine sends a shiver down my spine,
Speaker 3: straight to my core, where desire pulls hot and heavy.
Speaker 3: My partner's hands slide up my thigh, the fabric of
Speaker 3: my dress riding high on my leg. I feel his
Speaker 3: fingertips brushed against my soaked pandies, and I'm marian into
Speaker 3: her mouth. Her hand slides lower, her fingers meeting his
Speaker 3: at my entrance, and they each tease me, taking turns,
Speaker 3: stroking my wet slid. Her mouth is still on mine.
Speaker 3: He slips and teeth on my neck. I'm being devoured
Speaker 3: as he slips first one, then a second finger inside me,
Speaker 3: and she starts to circle my clid. Ah in the
Speaker 3: dark bar, the music drowns at my moan as their
Speaker 3: fingers go to work on my pussy. The crowd around
Speaker 3: us are lost in their own movements and the music.
Speaker 3: Nobody else has a clue what's going on. We're just
Speaker 3: another group, swaying and grinding to the music. The aching
Speaker 3: need pulsing between my legs threatens to consume me as
Speaker 3: she draws circles around my clid, pressing, rubbing, pulling me
Speaker 3: towards the edge, and then holding back when I start
Speaker 3: to get close. It's the most delicious torture, and all
Speaker 3: I want is to fall to pieces, right here on
Speaker 3: a dance floor. Ah Ah, make me come, I say
Speaker 3: it against her lips, hoping she hears me over the
Speaker 3: thrum of the music. Ah. Abruptly she pulls away from
Speaker 3: her kisses, her lips swollen and shiny, her eyes smolder
Speaker 3: with lust as she shakes her head and grabs my hand,
Speaker 3: dragging me towards the back of the room to the
Speaker 3: door underneath the glowing exit sign. With a push, the
Speaker 3: three of us tumble into the alley behind the club,
Speaker 3: cool night air rushing over my flushed skin. She pushes
Speaker 3: me up against the rough brick wall, her lips finding
Speaker 3: mine in a searing kiss. I moan into her mouth
Speaker 3: as her hands roam my body, cupping my breasts through
Speaker 3: the thin fabric of my dress. She pinches my already
Speaker 3: hard and aching nipples, then slides her hands lower, grabbing
Speaker 3: at the hem of my dress and bunching it around
Speaker 3: my waist. My breath catches as she drops to her
Speaker 3: knees on the damp pavement, her warm breath ghosting over
Speaker 3: my inner thighs. I feel exposed, vulnerable, my pussy on
Speaker 3: display in the cool night air. My partner crowds close,
Speaker 3: his solid, warmth, pressing me further into the wall. His
Speaker 3: lips find my neck, sucking and nipping as his hands
Speaker 3: roam my body. I arch into him, gasping as his
Speaker 3: fingers now brush over my heart and nipples.
Speaker 1: A ha.
Speaker 3: Ha. The woman's hands caress my thighs, spreading them wider
Speaker 3: as she settles between my legs. My heart pounce with anticipation.
Speaker 3: She looks up at me through her long lashes, her
Speaker 3: eyes dark with desire, before leaning in and running her
Speaker 3: tongue along my slit in one long, luxurious stroke. I
Speaker 3: cry out at the sensation, my hips rolling involuntarily. Her
Speaker 3: tongue is velvety, soft yet insistent as she explores every
Speaker 3: fold and crevice of my aching pussy. Ah. She laps
Speaker 3: at my entrance, dipping inside to taste, before dragging her
Speaker 3: tongue up to circle my throbbing clin Ah. She moans
Speaker 3: against me, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through my core.
Speaker 3: Her fingers dip into my thighs as she pulls me closer,
Speaker 3: burying her face in my pussy. AH. I cry out
Speaker 3: at the job of pleasure A. My hip's bucking against
Speaker 3: her face. Ah Ah. My partner's hand comes up to
Speaker 3: cover my mouth, muffling my cries. His other and guides
Speaker 3: mine to the bold In his jeans, I fumble with
Speaker 3: his zipper, freeing his rock hard cock ah. Wrapping my
Speaker 3: fingers around his thick shaft, I begin to stroke him, slowly,
Speaker 3: feeling I pulse in my hand as the woman keeps
Speaker 3: working her magic between my thighs. Her tongue flicks rapidly
Speaker 3: over my clearer, sending jolts of electricity through me. I
Speaker 3: grip him tighter, pumping my fist in time with the
Speaker 3: movements of her tongue. She slides two fingers inside me, deftly,
Speaker 3: curling them to hit that perfect spot. I cry out
Speaker 3: against my pats palm trembling. Her tongue latches onto my clip,
Speaker 3: sucking hard as her fingers moved inside my pussy, pulling
Speaker 3: me over the edge. My partner's breath is ragged in
Speaker 3: my ear as I woke his shaft, and the woman
Speaker 3: between my legs moans the vibrations rippling through my aching clin. Please, please,
Speaker 3: I need to come, she laughs softly, never taking her
Speaker 3: mouth from my wet, swollen lips as she moans. Her
Speaker 3: fingers move faster, harder, pumping in a steady rhythm while
Speaker 3: her tongue works my clip into a frenzy. Ah, this
Speaker 3: woman is about to drag an orgasm from me in
Speaker 3: the alley behind a bar and dead. If it isn't
Speaker 3: the hardest fucking thing I've ever experienced. I feel the
Speaker 3: pressure building, the tension, wum tightly and I know I'm
Speaker 3: about to come with this beautiful stranger's face between my legs.
Speaker 3: The thought of it is almost enough to send me
Speaker 3: over the edge, and I reach my free hand into
Speaker 3: her hair. Yes, Yes, I'm so close. I breathe the worst,
Speaker 3: rasping and raw ah. My hips buck wildly against her
Speaker 3: face as her tongue moves faster, her fingers pumping deeper.
Speaker 3: The pressure builds and feels a white hot coil of
Speaker 3: tension deep in my core. As my partner pinches and
Speaker 3: rolls my nipples, sending jolts of electricity through me. My
Speaker 3: thighs begin to tremble, and the woman between my legs
Speaker 3: sucks my clp harder. Oh God, Oh God, I chump
Speaker 3: breathlessly as the first waves of my orgasm crash over me,
Speaker 3: dragging me into the bliss. As she continues working my
Speaker 3: pussy with her mouth her fingers, the fire rolls through me,
Speaker 3: pulsing pleasure radiating out from my core. My you know,
Speaker 3: walls clench rhythmically around her fingers as she works me
Speaker 3: through wave after wave of pleasure. I arched my back
Speaker 3: against the wall, my body shuddering as the orgasm pulses
Speaker 3: through me. The woman between my legs doesn't let up,
Speaker 3: her tongue and fingers working intend and to draw out
Speaker 3: every last tremor. My thighs quake around her head as
Speaker 3: I have to. Shocks ripple through me, and I gasp
Speaker 3: for breath as the intensity finally begins to subside. Ah.
Speaker 3: I slump against the wall, panting. The cool brick on
Speaker 3: my back grounds me as I float in the haze.
Speaker 3: The woman stands slowly, a satisfied smoke playing on her
Speaker 3: glistening lips. She leans in, capturing my mouth in a deep,
Speaker 3: linguid kiss. I taste myself on her tongue as she
Speaker 3: gently pulls my dress back down from around my waist.
Speaker 3: My partner's fingers trailed down my neck as he watches
Speaker 3: us kiss. She pulls back, her eyes dark and hungry
Speaker 3: as they flick between us. Our place isn't far from here,
Speaker 3: I say, voice low and husky. She doesn't say a word,
Speaker 3: just smiles, her gaze full of lust. I look to
Speaker 3: my partner, seeing my own desire mirrored in his eyes.
Speaker 3: He nods a slow smiles spreading Acrossy's face. Lead the way,
Speaker 3: the woman says,