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 A trip to the movies becomes anything but routine when a daring couple, a
teenaged highschool student and his illicit lover, the sexy mother of his
best friend, electrify their intimacy by enjoying a bout of torrid
lovemaking in the theater's public bathroom.

   Approx 14,500 words Coded M/F exhib

   Chapter Nine of Fourteen (?)

   "It's Friday night; do you boys want to go to a movie?" Elaine asked,
popping her head around the door.  I had been listening to Majella's new
single so I took my headphones off, hitting "stop" on my brand new Walkman.


   "What movie?" Ethan asked cautiously.  "This isn't going to be another
`Miss Match' is it?  You always choose such crappy romantic comedies."

   "You choose, then." She laughed.

   "Erica said `Love, Suburban Style' was awesome." Ethan was talking to me
but then looked back at his mother.  "Popcorn and candy, too?"

   "Anything you want, hon." She leaned against the doorframe, hand resting
on a saucily tilted hip.  "Tonight we're officially celebrating."

   Ethan arched an eyebrow.  "Really?  Did you get a raise?  Can I have a
car?  How about the new Arasugoi Motors Rapier, the one with exothermic
gearing and the single-forged TM 9-71 thermionic engine?"

   "You mean the sportscar we saw on television yesterday, the one starting
at 35 thousand dollars?" She snorted.  "No, we're celebrating our new
product exceeding all sales projections.  And while I won't be buying you
your new thermionic-whatever car, if you're really good, I'll let you drive
us in my Dajais Foxx to the movies."

   Ethan shouted his excitement at the chance of driving his mother's
pricey French high-performance sedan rather than the Teutonic
safety-conscious box-on-wheels she usually drove.

   "Hey!" he cried, jumping off the bed as she started to shut the door.

   "Honey, I have to get dressed," she explained, rolling her eyes.

   "You look fine." I said, smiling at her over Ethan's shoulder as I swept
my eyes appraisingly over her.  She had just gotten home from work and was
still wearing her business outfit, a crisply tailored cotton blazer over a
square-necked silk sheath, the skinny black leather belt draping the fabric
beautifully over her curvaceous physique.  When I flashed her a dark,
wolfish look, I was rewarded with a demure blush of lust in her curved
cheeks.

   Ethan rolled his eyes in mockery of her earlier gesture, not
understanding her reaction.  "Woman, I've lived with you for 18 years now.
You'd think in all that time I would have learned you still act like a
teenaged girl?"

   A little flustered by my lusty look, Elaine backed out of the doorway.
"I have to shower and change.  While I'm doing that won't you be a dear,
Ethan, and call the theater to find out the show times?"

   "Yes." He pushed her out with the door.  "Now, shoo.  Try and hurry it
up!"

   Needless to say, it took her the next hour to get ready, undoubtedly
trying on outfits and doing her hair and make-up in the bathroom.  Ethan
and I were standing at the bottom of the stairs, calling out to her and
hooting our semi-impatience when she appeared at the top of the stairs, our
voices just stopping, mid-sentence, as we stared up at her.

   She was half way down the staircase before either of us managed to
speak. "Wow, mom, you're going to make us blush," Ethan said, whistling low
his appreciation.  I may have blushed but the heat in my face wasn't from
embarrassment; it was from pure animal desire.  I was glad I was behind
Ethan so he couldn't quite tell what I was looking at because Elaine had
decided to play it cool in a colorful, curvy and totally cute in a
tropical-print corset playdress.  A short and sweet one-piece, the skirt
was a billowy cotton but the top was cut snug and featured a daring
sweetheart neckline that damn near flaunted her bra-less nipples standing
up under the material.  She had changed out of the flat, black suede boots
and now boasted strappy black heels that made her long, slender legs look
even longer.  It was clear that walking in those clacking heels made her
feel sexy and the sinful thought of the crotch of her panties dampening and
molding to the smooth flesh of her pussy lips made my restless cock swell.

   "You're finally ready, Mrs.  L?" I nervously cleared my throat and
habitually played with my keys in my pants pocket.  I had changed into a
pair of Bowery pants and a classic polo and was thrilled to see her
appraising eyes twinkle her approval, and when she swept by I caught a
whiff of her perfume, a beguiling mix of pink pepper and honey, charmingly
pretty and enchantingly feminine.

   "Wasn't it worth the wait?" Elaine pouted, holding her arms out towards
her son and saucily cocking her hip to one side.

   Ethan smiled, leaning over and kissing her cheek.  "You betcha."

   To my astonishment, she slid an arm around my waist, mirroring what she
had done to her son as we started for the door.  "I'll have the two most
handsome fellows in the theater on my arm."

   Ethan went out first, and Elaine's hand daringly slipped down my waist,
over the swell of my ass, and wantonly squeezed.  I glanced over at her and
smiled, my heart racing, my blood burning.

   Her shimmering eyes had a ravenous hunger in them when she looked at me,
like she wanted to just eat me up.

   "Keys!" Ethan demanded, standing by the driver's side door.  She gave
them over, reluctantly.  I got into the back seat, sitting behind Ethan,
and Elaine got into the passenger's side.

   "Seatbelt," I teasingly reminded, pulling mine across.  "He's likely to
kill us on the way there."

   "Hey!" Ethan protested, starting the high-powered engine and shifting
the stick into gear.  The car lurched forward toward the house when he
pressed on the gas.

   "Reverse, Ethan." Elaine winced.

   He rolled his eyes, glaring balefully at me in the rearview mirror.  "I
knew that!"

   Quite frankly, because I knew from previous experience Ethan was a
wannabe speed demon with little natural talent for driving, I was glad that
the multiplex theater was only a half-mile from the house.  When he pulled
crooked into a parking spot, I jumped out before he even had a chance to
straighten the car ~~ not that he intended to, since he was getting out,
too, casually tossing the keys to Elaine over the Foxx's roof.

   "So Erica saw this movie?" I asked Ethan as we headed off to the
concession stand with a crisp twenty dollar bill from Elaine's wallet.  His
mom was getting tickets.  "Yeah, with her sister," he replied.  "I think
it'll be good.  Better than Miss Match or that wretched Accidental Bride
she made me sit through.  What garbage!" "Hey, I heard Accidental Bride was
your idea." Elaine came up behind us as we got to the front of the line.

   "Keep lying like that and your nose is gonna grow." Ethan rolled his
eyes and started to rattle off what we wanted to the guy behind the
concession stand.

   "I bet that's not the only thing that's growing," Elaine whispered
provocatively, leaning in to my ear so only I could hear her.  Her brazen
hands surreptitiously groped my ass for just a moment, pressing her
curvaceous softness into me from behind, making me gasp at her insolent
behavior.  Then she let me go, nonchalantly reaching for the tub of
buttered popcorn and her cup of icy Buzzo Diet Cola on the counter.  I
stood there, breathless, trying not to look at her, but feeling a sensuous
heat spreading through my whole body.

   "Bing Bings." Ethan handed my candy over to me.  "I don't know how you
can eat those things."

   There were a group of three or four teenaged guys taking tickets, and as
we approached, I couldn't help but notice their conversation lowered to a
muted buzz and they all smiled and winked at Elaine, their eyes skipping
from the fabric cut snuggly over her bosom and down to her long legs. 
Ethan saw their not-so-clandestine ogling too and drew up defensively, a
menacing scowl shot back at the one boor leering at her while she walked
away, me steering her protectively down the carpeted hallway.  Inside the
theater, Elaine directed Ethan in first and then followed him, leaving me
to bring up the rear.  The theater was practically empty, although the
previews had already started, and we settled into our seats with all our
goodies.  Ethan put his sneakered feet up on the seat in front of him,
balancing his popcorn in his lap and loudly chomping away.

   Elaine noticed me admiring her legs out of the corner of my eye and she
crossed one knee over the other, moving a little to make her skirt slide up
daringly high over her buttery-smooth thigh.  I was amazed by her audacity
and shifted awkwardly in my seat.  I glanced guiltily over at Ethan, but
his eyes were on the screen, watching a preview for the silly comic book
movie American Justice.

   "Want one?" I whispered to her, opening my packet of Bing Bings and
suggestively wrapped my tongue around the swirled chocolate, sucking
gently.

   "Brat," she silently mouthed, watching me suckle on the tapered tip.  I
flicked it with my tongue, my eyes never leaving hers.  She shook her head
at my antics, but she was smiling.

   When the movie started, I got drawn into the story, munching on popcorn
and chewing on the Bing Bings.  The movie was set in a standard dystopic
suburbia and seemed to be a satire of the hollow existence of life in
disturbia as well as American middle class notions of beauty, materialism
and personal satisfaction in general.  Bryan Spencer, the sardonic stage
actor who always seemed to me more of a supporting actor, played the father
but the film seemed to be focusing on the mother, played by sexy older
woman Danielle Jannings, a middle-aged office worker who despises her job
and her life in general.

   Every so often, Elaine's arm would accidentally brush mine or my knee
would nudge her bare leg and she would look over at me and smile.  I could
almost pretend that we were on a real date.  She caught me looking at her
top once, her tasty nipples silhouetted and poking through the sheer
material ~~ it was cool in the theater.

   As the film continued, I realized with dawning horror that the movie was
turning out to be about this attractive older woman's mid-life crisis and
her growing infatuation for her son's best friend, infatuations that
developed into full-scale, soft-focus erotic sexual fantasies of him.  I
bit my lip and tried not to look over at a squirming Elaine, positive that
she was feeling just as uncomfortably awkward as I was.  The sexual tension
was unbearable, with Ethan sitting right on the other side of her, and I
literally cringed when the son on the silver screen said accusingly to his
best friend, "Just don't fuck my mom, all right, please?"

   Sinking in my seat, I could only imagine what Ethan's reaction would be
to finding out that I was fucking his mom ~~ somewhere in the realm of
sheer horror and murderous rage?  It was a reprehensible betrayal of a
trusted friendship, and I knew it.  I tried to make myself vow that I would
end the love affair.  I knew the love we felt was real and true but what we
were doing, especially this sneaking around behind our families' backs, was
wrong on so many different levels.  She knew it was wrong too.  It simply
had to stop.

   I had almost made up my mind, when I felt Elaine's hand on mine.  I
immediately stiffened, glancing over at Ethan, but he was mesmerized by the
drama unfolding on the screen, his hand moving slowly from the popcorn tub
to his mouth in a slow, rhythmic fashion.  I let down my defenses and
Elaine immediately took advantage of it, lifting my hand in hers and
placing my palm upon her bare left knee.  She was silent, but her fingers
seemed to be talking for her, threading her slender digits in mine and
guiding me in an easy, gentle caress.  To the casual observer, she casually
glanced over but her dazzlingly bright eyes looked intently into mine, and
I could not help wanting to reach out and smooth her lustrous hair back
with my hands, to hold her to me right there in the theater.  It was true
that it was relatively dark, but with Ethan sitting she wouldn't possibly
dare to do anything more.  Besides, I was more than content in massaging
the sumptuous softness of my true love's naked skin.

   Elaine, on the other hand, was not satisfied with that timid intimacy
and urged my fingers upwards, inching them under her skirt while her legs
parted like the Red Sea.  It seemed there just wasn't any resistance in my
body or mind when it came to her and I made no move to stop her, the
craving to touch her making my head hum dizzily.  Her hand left mine and I
moved steadily upwards, my fingers advancing across the top of her thighs,
tickling and teasing her, gaining her rapt attention.  When I reached her
bikini-cut panties, petting the glossy silk, feeling the damp gusset and
how her labial lips were already plumply swollen and shamelessly parted, I
was filled with a strong desire that sent salacious thrills running up and
down my spine.

   Elaine was resting the popcorn tub on her right knee, the one closest to
Ethan, probably hoping that would conceal the fact that my rummaging hand
was pressing her skirt up higher, nudging her skimpy panties aside.  I
swallowed hard, risking a glance to look at her lovely face, but she was
looking straight ahead, undoubtedly focusing on me easing my index finger
up under the elastic band slipping into the moist tangle of her triangular
vee growing progressively wetter and wetter.  I could already sense the
inner heat of her densely-furred pussy beginning to pulsate nervously in
her lascivious need for me to hurry and touch her there so I immediately
began exploring her creamy split in the dark, dancing my fingertips up and
down her outer lips, indulging in the smooth texture of her labia.  How
slick they were, how soft.

   Elaine stayed as still as she possibly could as I used my knowledgeable
touch to pleasure her pussy, her eyes unwaveringly riveted to the glowing
screen but I could see her chest rising and falling, her breath coming
faster.  So was mine, loving the way her luscious juices spread so
abundantly, allowing me to lazily trace my fingers in a figure eight over
her budding clit.  I used just the right touch, light enough to please but
firm enough to make her arch her hips skyward.  As I tricked my fingers
over that insistently pulsing nub, I thought about the people in the seats
around us, including her oblivious son, who had no idea what I was doing to
my girlfriend below seat level.  This strangely excited me and I wondered
if it secretly heated Elaine up too, being as I needed her wet, willing and
wanting...

   Imagining one of our fellow theater-goers as a dirty voyeur,
unobtrusively observing this randy couple, I began to sink a finger into
the gooey heat of her trembling cunny.  She pushed her hips down onto the
seat as the thickness of my digit began slowly churning within the velvety
tightness of her sultry sex, igniting an incendiary friction that increased
with each split second the pyramiding desire I felt throbbing in her loins.
Delving deep into her wanting depths, I treated her to a slow, luxurious
finger-fucking, her sweet, satiny honey coating my hand.  When I slipped
another finger in, she leaned her head back against the cushioned headrest,
her eyelids fluttering as I worked my fingers in and out of her juicy
pussy.

   I had my own popcorn tub balanced on my thigh and I fervently prayed it
would give enough cover because Elaine crept her own hand over the armrest
and under my arm, seeking the steel teeth of my zipper and slipping lower
to the tented bulge under the cotton twill.  The surge of sensuous pleasure
made my eyes haze over as she subtly rubbed her hand there, the motion just
barely noticeable, back and forth.  I was hard as granite and the feel of
her dainty hand groping me, tempting me, making my brawny manhood throb,
made me inflamed with crazed lust.  And when she found the tab on my zipper
and pulled it down, freeing my tumescent pole and encircling it with her
perfectly manicured hand, we turned towards one another, our eyes meeting,
so full of torrid desire that I thought I would die.  I wanted her so much
I couldn't stand it.

   "Baby, we can not do this here!" I hissed, her masturbatory strokes,
slow and rhythmic, making my heart break into a gallop, making speech
difficult.

   "Why not?" she asked vixenishly, leaning so close that her chin was
almost touching my shoulder, her eyes glazed, her breath coming in short
puffs through her pouty lips.  "I don't hear anybody complaining but you."

   "We're going to get arrested," I murmured, my voice trailing off because
she squeezed a little tighter and picked up her onanistic pace.  Despite my
logical fear and rational apprehension, my erection was ominously close to
erupting and my balls churned menacingly, so I bit my lip for fear of
blurting out my jeopardous predicament.  "You have a point." Elaine nimbly
tucked me back in then grabbed my wrist and yanked it out of her,
breathlessly pulling her skirt down.  "I'm going to the family toilet, meet
me there in two minutes." She then abruptly stood, moving past me,
flouncing up the aisle.

   Unable to resist, I sucked my fingers clean of her spicy wetness, my
face crimsoning when I looked over at Ethan.  He was watching his mother
with what I guiltily thought was a frown but quickly realized was nothing
more than casual apathy.

   "Bathroom," I mouthed.  He nodded uninterestedly and went back to
watching the movie.

   It was the longest two minutes of my life.  I tried to will my raging
erection into docile submission by squeezing my thighs together and keeping
my own seething horniness at bay by imagining the path to the family toilet
in my head, down the hall, around the corner.  I'd been coming to this
theater since I was a kid and knew it well, remembering one time a year or
so ago stealing into it with Ethan to puff on some homegrown weed, flushing
the half-smoked blunt down the toilet in our paranoia.  It was a private,
one-room bathroom, meant for use by families with small children.  It had a
pull-out changing table and a long counter with a sink ~~ and a lock on the
door.

   "I'm going to get a refill," I whispered to Ethan after what I hoped was
a long enough wait, holding up my soda.  It was still full of Buzzo Cola,
but he didn't need to know that.

   My heart was still thundering in my chest as I passed the guys who had
been taking tickets.  Engrossed in conversation, they barely acknowledged
my presence ... until I came to the family toilet door.  I knocked softly,
waiting impatiently, for it to open, and just before I heard the door latch
open, I noticed one of the guys standing there, the look on his face akin
to recognition.

   "Get in here," Elaine whispered, her face flushing as she saw the same
witness I saw as she pulled me into the bathroom but instead of locking the
door, she gestured to the empty space where the door chain had been, a bad
girl smile playing over her pouty lips.  I put my soda on the counter and
bit my lip, flustered by the momentous events of the last ten minutes. 
Knowing those guys had seen us disturbed me, seeing that there was no
locking mechanism on the door unnerved me, but my woman's reaction, a
cavalier disregard for the jeopardy she seemed determined to put us in,
knocked me for a loop.

   "This is totally inappropriate, Elaine," I argued lamely, already
knowing I had no chance against that fire smoldering in her eyes.

   "Who says?" It was so unfair.  She looked devastating in that lusciously
sexy one-piece.  Her breasts made a mockery of the sweetheart neckline of
her tropical print top.  The way she crossed her long legs ~~ insolent,
supremely confident ~~ turned mine to jelly.  It was as if she had just
waltzed in and...taken control.

   "I do," I feebly protested.  Damn it, why did I have to have all these
stupid teenage hormones?

   "Duly noted." She was walking toward me, those strappy heels clacking on
the masonry.  I wanted to run from this predatory female creature but my
legs would not oblige.  "I can't sleep nights, Sebastian." Only mere inches
separated us at this point and I shivered as her slender fingers fondly
brushed my cheek, brushing away a wayward strand of hair that had fallen in
front of my face.  "When I do, I'm tormented by the most erotic dreams I've
had since I was in college, dreams that leave me a panting, sweat-drenched
wreck morning after morning."

   And then she was pressing her yearning body against mine, pinning me
hard against the wall and pressing her thigh up between mine as she pulled
me into her heated embrace and caught my mouth with hers.  It was a hard
kiss, liquid fire, and I didn't stand a chance, her demanding mouth
slanting across mine, aggressively pressing my lips apart for the stabbing
invasion of her knifing tongue.  One hand caught the back of my head as
Elaine stroked my tongue with hers and assaulted my mouth with the same
force my body had taken hers our last night together.  My body right now
was too damn hungry, starved for affection, the kind only she could give.
The forbidden excitement of being so deliciously violated by my woman raced
through my veins as I indulged with my true love in our moment of stolen
passion, our panting breath and the wet sound of our soulful kiss the only
noise in the room.

   Somehow I drew up the strength to pull away, breathless.  I was
astonished by her blasé attitude at the risk we were taking here.  "We
can't do this.  Not here." Elaine's eyes glinted and it was only then I
realized I had one hand firmly planted in the center of her chest, fingers
circling the lavish softness of one of her beautiful breasts.  "Not here
implies somewhere else," she breathed, sassily clutching my fingers to her
bosom, crushing them against her pillowy sumptuousness.  "Have some place
in mind?  Perhaps on the changing table?  Maybe you want to get down `n'
dirty on the bathroom floor?  Or maybe my sexy loverman is a kinky devil,
wants to pump my pretty papaya in one of the toilet stalls."

   "What if we get caught?" I gasped, rocking my hips against hers, my
traitorous cock aching like a raw nerve for her touch.  I couldn't believe
that I, the oversexed teenaged guy, had to be the one to be thinking
outside my nethers.  "Those guys outside must know I'm inside here with
you."

   "I know.  I don't care," she growled, searing my lips with another
scorching kiss.  "God, Sebastian, you taste so fucking hot!  I can't keep
my hands off you!" While her hands glided over my body, from the back of my
cotton trousers, to the front of my crew shirt in one fell swoop, heating
up my skin through my clothes, her slithery tongue went deep, testing my
resistance.  I offered none, tilting my head submissively, letting her
explore every warm moist crevice.  "I've been wet ever since I saw the way
you looked at me when I came down the stairs."

   I drew back, her lack of inhibition in this manner striking a very
peculiar chord in me.  "Elaine, you know that I love you to distraction but
... there is something kinky about what's going on here right now.  What is
it?" It was like a bell going off in my head, clear and strong.  "Oh, my
God!  You're into voyeurism or exhibitionism?"

   The look that flashed across her expressive features ... I knew
instantly I had struck a treasure trove.

   "So that's it." I grinned in triumph.  "Miss Elaine Lunsford, the proper
lady corporate executive, likes to play it naughty.  Am I right?  Do you
get wet and juicy thinking about getting caught, pretty panties down around
your ankles, taking a big, hard teenaged cock deep inside your pampered
pussy, out of your mind with pure animal lust, knowing anyone might see you
and judge you and know what you are..."

   "That's enough." The icy chill in her voice cut me off but it also tore
down defenses I could see she had been building for a long time.  "You know
that I am.  I performed for you that first night you watched me in my bed
with my toys." She paused, took a shaky breath.  "I've been one ever since
college."

   I had another flash of insight.  "I bet you were a cheerleader." She
stiffened.  Another bull's-eye.  "I can picture you in a little skirt,
making all the young men hard."

   "Yes, that's true," she confessed.  She lifted her chin and looked me in
the eye, proud, unafraid.  "I would get hot thinking about the boys
watching me cheer, knowing how hard I was making their cocks." She paused,
far away, then hastily added, "Of course I never, ever did anything about
it.  I was afraid to even tell anyone how much I enjoyed it.  In fact, I
thought there was something wrong with me, sinful even, but that didn't
stop me at night when I was alone with my toys.  I would imagine they had
to go masturbate after watching me."

   I placed my hands on her hips, rocking them slowly, sensuously.  "You
never even told your husband." I could scarcely believe that was my voice,
low and husky, but the connection I felt with Elaine was so profound it
went beyond the metaphysical and approached the jesuitic.  "Oh, he may have
had you dress up in a little skirt, gave you some pom-poms and a real tight
sweater but it was probably little more than projection.  Très boring." I
stared at her, another epiphany dawning upon me.  "Your fantasy would be to
play a stripper."

   "Yes, I am envious of those women," Elaine breathed in a shuddery
whisper, her body beginning to undulate against me.  "I mean, I would never
in my wildest dreams become one but I do crave that feeling.  It must be
intoxicating, the power of being able to capture a man's imagination, make
him sit, transfixed, owned by my every move."

   "I can easily envision it, one of those sleazy places in The Fens, like
The Pump House.  The place is full of hairy bikers, dirty swampers, scummy
meth dealers, lots of men, even some of your coworkers slumming it on a
Friday night out with the boys.  You have to perform, Elaine, all by
yourself, naked for the whole world to see.  What are they going to think
when you jump and spread and they see you without underwear?  They will
jeer, they will call you crude names, but they will be jealous.  All the
girls will want to scratch your eyes out as their horny boyfriends drool,
their cocks rock hard as they think about you, about stripping off the rest
of your clothes off and throwing you down on the floor and taking you."

   "Son of a bitch," she said, practically panting.

   "I would be there in that audience," I persisted mercilessly, giving her
no quarter.  "I will release my cock and I will stroke it, enjoying you,
your bouncing breasts, your long legs and your sexy ass.  I suppose the
others will enjoy it too, won't they?  Perhaps they will want you in a
different way.  What about that, Elaine, kneeling for them as they line up,
cock after raging hard cock to feed between your puffy, dry lips, all that
sticky cum, all those hungry eyes glued to you?"

   "Do you know how much I don't like you right now?" Elaine rasped the
words as she reached for me, wanting a kiss.

   "But I know you love me as I love you," I responded, catching her in a
torrid embrace to remind her.  "One last thing, baby.  Tell me how wet you
are,"

   "I'm wet," she conceded.  "I'm very wet.  The nasty things you said make
my pussy drip just thinking of them.  And spare me the lecture about my
being the proverbial sex-starved wench underneath the staid exterior, will
you, Sebastian?"

   "So," I breathed, feeling her squirming in my arms, nibbling the soft,
delicate flesh of her left earlobe.  "The question is where do we go from
here?"

   "What do you mean?" she panted.

   "It must be tough, being as stunningly attractive as you are, striving
so hard to be taken seriously in a man's world, only to be hindered even
more by a strong sex drive that makes you work so desperately to hide your
needs.  So I have to wonder and you need to tell me, have you ever lived
out any of your fantasies?"

   "I wasn't aware a man's sexual fantasies made him weak, especially when
he isn't afraid to carry them out."

   "There is the omnipresent double standard, but fair enough," I conceded.

   "And in response to your first question, I would say I'm in the process
of living out several of my fantasies right now."

   "Then why don't you start by taking off your dress, Elaine, before I
tear the goddamn thing off you."

   "What are you going to do?" she asked, eyes burning holes into me. 
"Take me fast and furious, like the other night in my bathroom?"

   "I have the feeling that sex between us is never the same twice in a
row," I replied.  "We'll have to see how it works out.  But I can guarantee
you it won't be gentle.  There is too much fire between us."

   Elaine needed no more coaxing.  My heart skipped a beat at how willingly
she pulled the dress over her head stripping herself down to her bra and
panties.  Unsure what to do next, she tossed it on the counter and stood
there waiting.  She looked like a mistress from some bygone century,
standing there, feet bare on the tiled floor, her body scarcely covered.  I
leered at her lingerie, her lacy form-fitting bra with the little bow
between the cups flaunting upturned breasts, her plumpening nipples poking
prominently through the gauzy material.  The bikini panties were French
cut, white with a bow on either hip to match the bra, snugging so tightly
over the creases of her pussy it made my cock twitch.

   My body reacted not only to the erotic sight of my beloved so sexily
undressed but also to how bold she was to display her body so I could
visually feast on its hunger with the young men outside so close I could
hear them moving.  I found her audacity in her willingness to indulge
irresistible, my rapid breathing accompanied a flush of heat, making my
penis lengthen and fill.  It was all happening so fast, like something I
had practiced and now had down to a smooth reaction.  All I needed was her
inspiration and I responded before I thought about it.  Primitive urges,
rising seemingly from my very DNA, crackled like lightning through the
clouds, making me inwardly cuss at my lack of control but just couldn't
stop.  One look at her lust-thickened nipples and the need to shove up
inside her body overrode any idea of seduction.  I wanted to possess her,
thrust into her body.

   "You like what you see." Elaine's sultry voice floated down towards me,
her eyes shamelessly trailing from my lean waist and down below to the
straining fly of my trousers.  "Is it just looking at me in my bra and
panties that gets you all hot and bothered?

   I couldn't respond, my breath catching in my throat, amazed at how
quickly and easily my dominance had been subverted.  She was the exposed
one yet I felt naked before her.

   "It excites you, makes your heart pound, taking the risk that someone
might discover us." Her voice had dropped to a sexy growl.  "I know it
does. I can smell you.  Right now your big cock is leaking with
anticipation.  Enthralled with the idea of me taking you deep in my throat,
right here, right now."

   A shudder swept through me.  If she kept talking like that, I wouldn't
need help from her.  I'd just stand there and come in my pants.

   Elaine leaned toward me, an almost feral smile crossing her lips. 
"Sebastian, I love to suck cock.  And as you know, I'm talented." Her lips
brushed my ear as she spoke.  The heat of her breath teased my cheek.  "So
tell me what you want.  My lips around this," her hand brushed the hard
bulge in my slacks, "or maybe you'd rather be buried hilt deep in my nice
tight pussy."

   My knees were jelly.  It seemed the stronger she got the weaker I felt,
but for some reason it didn't bother me in the slightest.

   Elaine's other arm slipped around my waist, her firm, full breasts
pressing against my back.  "You want me?  Take me." Her lips nuzzled at my
ear lobe.  "Fuck me here." Her free hand pawed at my crotch, tugging my
belt loose.  Nimble fingers unfastened the button then lowered the zipper
before reaching inside my boxers to fondle my hot, thick flesh.  Her petite
hand wrapped around my cock and incitefully stroked me, pushing me past my
tolerance.

   "Here," I growled, digging my fingers into her arms, yanking her away
from me.  I swiveled around and when I was facing her, I caught her
beautiful face between my hands.  Crushing my mouth into her hot lips, I
wielded my tongue to pressure them open.  She willingly took my hard kiss.
Her hands slid down my trousers and found my cock again.  Stroking me with
long, slow slides in one hand, her free hand caressing my tightening sac
with just a whisper of a touch, she leaned in to me, working my swollen
manhood harder.

   Shoving her roughly back, watching her warily as I pushed my pants over
my hips.  I could see her struggling to control her libido as she witnessed
my boxer briefs barely holding my twitching erection.  I kicked off my
shoes and my pants and pulled with some difficulty the waistband of the
boxer briefs out and over my throbbing shaft.  Free of its restraints, my
rampant rod jutted out, arrow-straight, spearing towards a goggle-eyed
Elaine.

   "You're a sexy, gorgeous woman," I drawled as he walked toward her,
naked.  "And right now, this moment, is all about pleasure, pure and
simple. I will warn you, though.  I'm not going to hold back, and you don't
have to hold back a thing with me," I soothed, stroking her hair.  "By the
time were done in here, the whole world will know."

   She reached for me greedily and I allowed her to dig her sharpened nails
into my pectorals.  I didn't budge as she raked them down my rock-hard
abdomen in search of my waiting cock.  When she found it she held it in
both hands, both of us enjoying its unique pulsing and throbbing sensation.


   Unable to stand up any longer, Elaine went down to her knees, looking
like a naughty temptress.  I admit that I'm fairly well-endowed but she
gaped at me as if were hung like a pornstar, visually admiring it as if it
were a beautifully shaped work of art.  She reached out and stroked my
length, murmuring that she loved the way it felt, so hard, yet so soft in
her hand.

   "Easy beautiful," I cautioned when she blew zephyrs of warm air over my
balls, already drawn high and tight, and trailed her pinky nail enticingly
along the bottom length of the hefty column, tracing the thick vein.  "You
don't know your own power."

   She giggled and stroked a petite finger over the bulbous tip, capturing
a pearlescent droplet of preseminal fluid oozing down the glossy purple
flesh.  When she brought the mushroomy crown to her mouth and dabbed her
tongue into the nacreous liquid, her wicked hunger made me shudder.  More
tremblors resonated through me when her caressing hands stroked the
tautened muscles of my thighs while she started running her adorably cute
pink tongue up the entire length of my manhood, from base to tip.  Her
lascivious enthusiasm was like candy for my eyes and I urged her to do it
again.  She did so willingly, compounding the sensation by reaching between
my legs to cup my dangling sac and massage my tender balls, tugging ever so
gently.  I reached out and braced my hands against the wall as she
continued to titillatingly fondle me, gripping my poling rod in her other
hand and pumping my hard length up and down, making me groan my pleasure.

   Elaine's tantalizing oral foreplay reduced my dominant cock to a hot
pulse between my legs and ravished my faltering self-control.  I had been
previously running my fingers through her dense hair but now I took hold of
her tousled mane, formed a fist and pulled on the roots just hard enough to
send tight stabs of sensation through her scalp and up and down her spine.
"Take me in your mouth." My voice was a harsh whisper sabotaged by an
underlying plea.

   She surrendered, but I was the one clenching my teeth and biting back
another whimpery groan when she leaned forward, opened her steamy mouth and
took my meaty cock inside.  Her pillowy lips closed around in a tight seal
under the bulbous dome capping my jutting erection.  I could feel her
kittenish tongue flicker out and lick the plump glans before swirling
lower. The liquescent warmth of her absorbing mouth engulfed me further as
she took my burly shaft deeper, her hungry fellatio testing my limits once
more.  It took every ounce of selfless discipline I had to keep myself
still.

   I closed my eyes and just allowed myself to indulge in the delectable
physical sensation of my beloved's inspired blowjob, losing track of time
as she wielded her considerable oral skills upon me, her ebullient mouth
pleasuring me in ways both blatant and devious.  Wrapping her diminutive
hand around the chunky base of my penis, she had begun to inflammatorily
stroke the diminishing exposed trunk in counterpoint to the wet slide of
her consuming heat down over me, inch by inch.  The sleek gliding of her
exuberantly suctioning mouth over my desire-swollen cock; the fluttering
flicks of her snaking tongue over the sensitive head; the luscious feel of
her sneaky hands playing little games with my pendulous balls; and, most
thrilling, the sound of her purring her contentment, all conspired to craze
me with insatiable lust.

   It was then that I heard for the first time noises from the outside, two
guys who must have been strolling down the hallway outside, talking about
how the Tulsa Twisters had won the game earlier that afternoon.  It was
then that I started to get an appreciation of why Elaine liked playing
these risky sex games.  It was undeniably exciting to know that any moment
they could pop in and catch us in flagrante delicto.  The rush was
exquisite and a real turn-on!

   My ruminations of our perilous situation and my unexpected reaction to
it were shattered when she took a deep breath through her flaring nostrils
and swallowed my full length in one motion.  I violently jerked my hips at
her sudden deepthroating and, unable to handle both my considerable length
and chunky girth as well as the asphyxiating thrust, she avoided choking by
sliding quickly back up to the blunted tip.  Undeterred, she swallowed me
up once more, the chubby glans popping into the well of her throat.  The
ravenous intensity of my sexy fellatrix astounded me but then it occurred
to me that she must have also heard the men in the hall and it had incited
this voracity.

   "How many others have imagined this, fantasized this?" I speculated,
deliberately trying to incite her.  "How many poor suffering men have seen
and desired you over the years, knowing they would never have you, your hot
kisses and your sweet, suckling mouth, no option left for them but frantic
masturbation?"

   Her unabashed groan resonated down the length of my cock and I couldn't
choke back the helpless cry, the look on her face at my shudder of
uninhibited delight saying she would have smiled if her mouth hadn't been
full of my hot flesh.  Instead she resumed her spirited deepthroat
seduction, drawing the velvety softness of her cheeks to suck greedily on
the instroke until the bulb was bumping into the back of her throat,
followed by a leisurely glide back down my length, withdrawing luxuriously
slowly, her sinuous tongue tracing the meandering veins.  When she reached
the crest, she nursed on the rounded tip for a breathtaking moment,
nibbling on the flaring ridge before driving her mouth forward once again,
jamming it deep into her loving mouth.

   I had long since eased the pressure on her head, my fingers still
threaded through the tangled strands of her lustrous hair but not trying to
force her bobbing movements because my fellatrix's proficiency and
exhilaration needed no guide.  She continuously added seasoning to her
zesty blowjob by having her inquisitive fingers mold and shape my swaying
balls before rubbing the sensitive skin at the base of my hanging scrotum,
one slender digit slipping daringly into the tight opening of my anus. 
That brought my eyes wide open and I looked down to see her hair hung
around her shoulders, brushing against my quivering thighs and tangling in
my dense groin hair.  She looked scrumptiously slutty and vulnerable
kneeling at my feet, servicing me in this public bathroom with dozens of
people within a few hundred feet and it titillated me to no end.  It
instigated surges of nuanced pleasure and rapacious lust rushing through
me, the potent mixture producing explosive emotions within me, threatening
to overwhelm my overwhelmed senses.  I was very close.

   Elaine abruptly withdrew, sitting back on her haunches, drawing in deep
inhalations of oxygen.  "Baby, I need a breather from this beast," she
panted, a dazzling smile on her flushed face, gesturing to my engorged
cock, now drenched in her slippery saliva.  Glistening strands dripped off
the contours of my purplish organ, the gleaming fluids pooling in my pubes.
She leisurely stroked me for a moment, rocking back and forth in a
squatting position, then abruptly pulled the neckline of her bra down,
allowing her exquisite breasts to tumble out.  Seeing those gloriously
plump orbs in all their naked magnificence, I couldn't resist reaching down
and stroking myself, glorying in the view, almost wishing someone would see
me with this gloriously sensual female creature.

   "Have you ever had a woman let you use her breasts, Sebastian?  Did she
ever hold them up, let you push your big cock between them?"

   I had never even imagined such a freaky thing before, but as I gazed at
the sheer wanton desire which was shaking her naked body, my eyes fastened
again on the excitedly quivering mounds of her large firm breasts, and I
was undeniably intrigued in having more of them in this exciting new way.

   "Do it," she breathed nastily, her eyes darkening.  "Fuck my breasts. 
Come on me, baby.  Come all over me."

   She was mewling a high-pitched moan of debauched pleasure as she moved
her chest closer and closer to the thickly jutting column of my male flesh,
leaning over me until her large white breasts were sensually swaying just
above my jerking penis.  We moved in conjunction, me tilting my hips while
she angled lower, positioning her dangling globes until they were on either
side of my wildly throbbing erection.

   "Oh God," she whimpered when my glans bumped against her pillowy
softness, acting as if the smear of sticky precome was burning a trail of
raw fire.

   I slid upward and to my surprise my tumescent penis fell easily into
place, sliding into the narrow valley between her perspiration-sheened,
closely-spaced breasts.  Her creamy softness flowed into the pulsing veins
corded around the fleshy column.  Elaine was ready.  Having already cupped
a hand on either side of the warmly tremoring breasts, she pushed them
together around the beefy rod as if she was making a sandwich, trapping my
erection between them, offering, enticing me to find a home for my thick
manhood.

   I looked down at her, saw her eyes growing hazy and desire-smoked as she
gazed at our unique connection, the libidinous lust and exhilarated joy in
her expression making my heart melt.

   "Come on, Sebastian," she said softly.  "Show me how you can fuck me and
then shoot your cum all over me."

   I cursed beneath my breath, so thankful to have such an irrepressibly
passionate lover.  "Where have you been all my life, woman?"

   She giggled.  "I've been biding my time, waiting for you to have done
enough bad things to deserve me."

   "Are you kidding me?  You're an angel."

   "And you're going to find out just how much you bring the devil out of
me.  But for now, shut up and fuck my titties, baby!"

   I was amazed to find out my seemingly demure lady had such a dirty mouth
but I have to admit I needed little encouragement to start humping,
initiating a slow rocking motion, sliding my thick blue-veined shaft
between her softly straining mounds.  I moved slowly and carefully for fear
that my long-stored cum would suddenly erupt and begin spurting in sticky
hot streams over her bobbling breasts; I didn't want that, wasn't ready for
that yet, wanted to savor the subtleties of this new kind of lovemaking. 
The steady slap of my heavy balls against the smooth warmth of her stomach
forced my breath into quick labored gasps of a rising lewdness that I knew
I couldn't control much longer.  The pudgy nipples of her jiggling breasts
quivered and jerked into greater hardness as she rubbed them against each
other and between her knowing fingers.  Seeing her touch herself, combined
with the euphoric expression on her face betraying the wantonly exciting
reaction it was having upon her, pyramided my excitement to soaring new
heights.

   For a while now I had been watching the thick purple head of my
impatiently pulsating cock disappear into the creamy valley formed by her
voluptuous breasts and then reappear as she worked in synchronicity,
rhythmically raise up and down with me.  But my wild passion grew to a
nearly unmanageable intensity when I glanced up and happened to notice our
reflections in the mirror.  I was mesmerized by what I saw, the whole scene
looking like some strange and bizarre pagan ritual that my naked lover was
performing over my idol-like phallus.  The unbelievably blasphemous sight
incited me to ride with her sensually writhing torso, causing the plummy
glans to slide all the way up to nudge her bent chin.  Drops of lubricating
precum continuously welled up from the flaring slit cresting the
purple-hued dome and, when I drew back, traced a thin glistening line down
the elegant sweep of her throat and neck.

   I felt my accelerating breathing degrade into shallow grunting so I
began concentrating, tensing and releasing my buttocks, pushing and
pulling, letting the vein on the underside of my cock run along the valley
between her lush breasts.  With trembling hands, I reached down and began
firmly kneading the full buoyant globes, watched the soft doughy flesh poke
up between my grasping fingers in tiny ridges that resiliently softened
back into a firmly voluptuous shape the moment I released them.  But while
I was pulling and tugging at her lissome warmth, shaping the malleable
doughiness until her satiny flesh enclosed my stroking member in their
vibrant smoothness on both sides, she formed an `O' with her moist maroon
lips and craned her head so that on every upsweep the sensitive glans was
submerged in a deliquescent kiss.  "I'm going to come...so fucking hard," I
growled, the ravishing pressure and the succiferous heat too much for me to
bear.

   "Do it...just do it.  Cover me with it."

   A crashing sensation started rampaging through me, feeling like the
careening rushes of twin diesel trains sideswiping one another in a titanic
collision, fractured shards of ecstasy ripping me asunder.  My
sweat-drenched body bucked wildly and I threw back my head, releasing a
bloodcurdling roar.  My shaft, suffering from the violent ecstasies
rampaging through it, thickened and pulsed before releasing, shooting a
frothy streamer of hot cum that splashed in a creamy ribbon along her chin
and the side of her pursed lips.  Barraged pitilessly by the rapturously
fracturing aftershocks of the initial earth-shattering impact of my
blissfully destructive orgasm, I frantically pumped my hips, ejaculating
jetting plumes of spumy semen that splashed all over her chest, breasts and
nipples.  I even managed to spurt a few drops of my seed onto her curling
tongue, thrust playfully between her lips.

   "Yum," she said, clearly savoring it.

   I laughed, admiring my handiwork.  She looked delicious, as if she had
been dappled with smears of cake frosting by some mad genius modern artist.
"Picasso, eat your heart out."

   Elaine pretended to appraise the chaotic pattern.  "I think you are more
in the school of Jackson Pollack."

   "I don't know who that is," I said, pressing my lips to hers, tasting of
my salty sweetness.  "But he'd better keep his dirty mitts off of you."

   She teasingly arched a brow.  "Staking a claim, are we?"

   "You're damn right I am."

   I looked at her and thought, `She really is beautiful,' as I gazed in my
love-intoxication at her near-naked figure standing so wonderfully proud in
front of me.  I loved that, even half naked and spattered with my seed,
there was a quiet dignity to her, a dignity that admittedly took a backseat
to her primal arousal.  Between our perilous situation of acting like
cocaine-fueled pornstars in a movie theater bathroom and the bout of
near-insatiable fellatio she had just treated me to, she was worked up to a
near-fever pitch of desire, and now her lovely mouth was twisted with her
physical deprivation ~~ her usually vivacious eyes now glassy, lust-smoked
in her primitive need to feel my touch on her burning flesh paradoxically
both fueling and extinguishing the wildfire raging in her vagina.

   The moment of relative serenity passed and then Elaine was shrugging out
of her bra while I was pushing her up against the wall, spearing my fingers
through her disheveled hair and devouring her mouth with mine.  I felt
oblivious to everything but making love with my woman because this was more
than mindless fucking, more than even tender sex.  It was a primal yearning
for my mate and it was that instinct that drove me to pepper her blushing
face with stinging little kisses.  She felt it too, lifting her leg to
allow me the freedom to caress her through the crotch of her pantyhose for
several long torturous moments before I slid my hands up to the waistband
and pulled down her panties and hose in one rough swift motion.

   "You are perfect, Elaine," I panted in her ear as I tossed the
honey-dripping garment to the side.  "Do you know that?  You are totally
perfect."

   "Hardly."

   I frowned at my goddess claiming her humanity.  "You are perfect to me
and I don't feel like arguing right now, got that?"

   She laid her hands behind her head, palms up.  "Yes," she said softly.

   Kissing her again, I pressed her toward the counter, reaching around her
curvaceous hips and grabbing her plush ass, squeezing the cushiony
hemispheres as I lifted her up on the edge.  She gasped when I reached up
to palm one of her voluptuously curved breasts, lightly pinching and
rolling an already hardened nipple between my thumb and forefinger.  When
her gasp intensified into a moan, I covered her mouth in a scorching kiss
that sent her stomach spiraling.

   I tore my mouth long away to ask, "Still a little wet, sweetheart?,"
trying to drive her to distraction by making slow sensual circles with a
forefinger around her right nipple.

   "My pussy feels like a molten pool, everything draining out of my poor
vagina," she whispered tremulously, "especially when you stare at me and
lick your lips like a hunting lion."

   "Oh, I'm sure that's part of it, but I think the main reason you are
wet, dripping with that sweet, satiny nectar of yours, is you like the
nasty thought of those guys out there maybe hearing you when you get off,
isn't it?  Of course it is.  Because that's the type of bad girl you are,
Elaine.  Now tell me, am I right?"

   God, when she flashed the look she gave me ~~ devilish eyes smoky and
heavy-lidded, plainly proclaiming exactly what effect the combination of me
and the risks we were taking had on her and what she wanted to do to me ~~
I wanted to give in, give her anything she wanted, do anything to please
her.  Filled with a primordial hunger that gnawed at my body, so intense it
bordered on agony, I ripped my mouth from hers.  "I can't wait, Elaine," I
tried to explain, catching a shuddery moan before it rose from my larynx by
beginning to lick a sloppy path down her throat, biting the base of her
neck, lapping up whatever traces of my salty seed I found.  She grabbed my
hair and yanked me down to her heaving breasts.  With a growl, I took one
fattened nipple into my gluttonous mouth and held it captive between my
teeth as I immediately began lashing it with my tongue.  I could almost
feel the lightning flash through her body as she arched her breasts toward
me, offering them to her man.  A low keening mewl issued from her throat as
she clutched my arms, her lacquered nails digging into my biceps.

   Unable to resist her sweetness a moment longer, I pulled away and fell
to my knees before her.  I skimmed my hands up the supple inside of her
shapely inner thighs, spreading them wide and tilting her hips back to look
at her pretty pussy under the bright light of the fluorescents.  I loved
her fleshy labia, drenched in her nectarous juices and glistening smooth,
the pouty lips rising up out of the dense tangle of her pubic thatch.  She
was so aroused that the inner vulva had separated, not only showing the
liquid pink within, but I could literally see the slide of lubricating
fluids from the silken walls of her inner passage.

   "God you smell good," I snarled softly, breathing in her redolent
perfume even as I stroked my fingers through her slick folds before
butterflying them open wide.  I heard a strangled bubbling sound and looked
up to see her lips contorting around animal mewlings of bestial pleasure.
"Did you know that, Elaine?  I love the way your body smells like cinnamon
and peaches right here at your clit." I whispered hotly as I leaned forward
and nuzzled her pussy, then gave her swollen nubbin a tantalizing little
twist.  "Have you ever have a man go down on you for hours, licking your
sweet clitty and making you come over and over so many times you had to beg
him to stop?"

   "Sebastian, please don't torture me," she somehow managed through her
choked throat.  By now she was leaning back on her elbows on the counter,
her voluptuously flaring hips having begun to undulate in slowly rhythmic
up and down grinding movements.  She was writhing in such a helpless craze
of licentious abandonment that told me clearly that she now would accept
any perversion I asked of her, though I obviously would never ask her to
degrade herself.  "But if you want to hear me beg, I will." "Relax, pretty
baby," I murmured.  "I won't torture you.  This will feel good.  I
promise." I smiled on the inside when I felt her tense up, holding on for
dear life, but that tension dissipated and her body went loosely relaxed as
I dipped down to kiss her inner thigh.

   "Yes, that's it..." Elaine sighed as I followed up with more lingering
kisses, butterfly light, all around her pussy but not on it.  But when I
puffed heated air over her perkily swollen clit, she writhed.  "Hey," she
protested through gritted teeth.  "You said no torture."

   "As you wish," I replied, jamming my hands under her shimmying rump so I
could clamp one plump moon of her jiggling bottom in each palm and pulled
her towards my face.  Her thighs had no choice but to splay around my head
so I licked across her exposed mound, triggering an uncontrollable
response. She hissed an obscenity and reached down to grab my scalp but
found my hair too short to hold on to.  I could see her trying to suppress
her moans and presumed that while she had had no difficulty in fantasizing
about sex with people in the next room, doing it was a whole different
matter.  I wasn't going to let her balk at the opportunity so a second
later I let my darting tongue find her clitoris.  I licked her clit hard,
trying to immerse her in a world of wonderful wetness, using swirls of my
tongue, kisses from my lips.  The abrasive friction and the smelting heat,
the insistent pressure and my soft withdrawal and immediate resurgence made
her cry out at the decadent sensation.

   "Did I mention I love your taste too." I knew it was such a blunt
statement that it would typically have made her face burn but she was
already far gone.  Focusing solely on the nexus of her feminine sexuality,
I flicked my lissome tongue over her pudgy nubbin in lightning fast motions
that made her buck her swiveling hips towards my gorging mouth.  The first
time I gave her the lightest nibble between my teeth, tempestuous pleasure
spiked into her passage so violently that she grabbed my shoulders to keep
her body from flopping like a rag doll.  She twisted her body as her
orgasmic release tried to break so I pressed hard enough to grant her sweet
relief, flogging her susceptible bud with a vicious tongue lashing.  The
fist she had pressed against her mouth in a futile attempt to muffle her
cries with fell away and she shrieked her mellifluous joy and threw herself
heedlessly against me, letting the sensual wave overtake her.  So totally
enveloping, sweetly kissing every cell in her body with a billion tiny
explosions, her jubilant clit pulsating like a tiny penis in my suckling
mouth.

   I had no intention of stopping after the first orgasm.  Working
diligently, I lapped up the fresh flows of thirst-quenching girlcum, moving
soothingly up and down her spasming cleft.  I was already learning how she
liked to have her pussy eaten.  I didn't simply lick up and down or
monotonously side to side but continuously changed my techniques.  I tried
to wield my tongue in the most fabulous manner as I opened and explored her
most secret female flesh, randomly changing between long sweeps and tiny
little strokes.  When her cream started flowing once more, I began probing
her with my inspissate tongue, slipping inside to tattoo intricate designs
on the inside walls of her cunny.  Despite her initial reluctance at being
touched so intimately so soon after a climax, my caressing maneuvers
quickly made her spill into my mouth, intensely horny.  She was soon
brazenly gyrating her hips, lustily grinding her pelvis against my guzzling
mouth.  Elaine gasped and would have tipped over had I not held her steady,
gripping and spreading her plush asscheeks as I pushed my churning tongue
into her gooey pussy as deep as it would go, burrowing and circling like a
piece of heavy earth moving equipment.

   "Fuck!" she moaned, arching her body.  "You devious bastard."

   Elaine was back up on her elbows, watching my rapacious mouth working
over her ambrosial pussy.  She had never had the opportunity before to be
able to watch me perform my cunnilingual skills upon her and I could see
she found it beyond exciting, her shimmering eyes on mine as I knelt in
front of her, noticing how my hand kneaded the buttery-soft flesh of her
inner thighs in counterpoint to my oral stimulation.  "That's so good!  I
swear to God your tongue feels like wet heaven," she whispered as she began
to play with her breasts, quavery moans falling from her lips when she
tugged on her tubby nipples.  When I began forcefully invading her honeyed
pussy, making her open and clench, internal muscles squeezing harder and
harder, she bucked sluttishly underneath me.  "Harder...harder," she
imperiously demanded, rushing heedlessly forward, bringing herself right up
to the point of almost coming...

   Of course I did the exact opposite.  Pulling back, I propped myself up
on one elbow, leaning my head against her spread thigh and made her take it
slow, to luxuriate in what we were doing, by moving my wettened finger
infinitely slowly around her clitoris.  In my continuing attempts to give
her simultaneous contrasting sensations, while I sustained my feathery
caresses of her clitoris, I inserted two fingers inside her hot sweetness.
"Oh please!" she begged.  I ignored her and lifted one of her legs over my
shoulder, opening her up even further.  My drilling fingers slipped easily
in and out of her nectar-sopping slit as I continued to unhurriedly torment
her sensitive clit, sweetly torturing her until I felt her stop trying to
fight it and began hedonistically wallowing in the radiant heat pouring
through her veins.

   "Oh, God, yes, I'm so close," Elaine whispered a breathless warning, her
head lolling back.  "Don't stop.  Just don't stop!" Seeing all the physical
manifestations of her imminent crisis, I reintroduced my thrilling tongue
to her clit.  Catching the tiny stalk between my teeth, I traced my curling
tonguetip in fast, furious and ecstatic circles over the sensitive nub,
zinging hot flashes of coruscating sensation straight into her womb.  When
her stormy orgasm hit, as sudden and as capricious as an epileptic seizure,
it's turbulent force shook her entire body so violently it threatened to
send her shuddering off the bathroom counter.  Her toes curled, her tummy
twitched and her sleek cunny began convulsing muscularly on my skewering
fingers as she humped against me.  Her dynamic climax went into slow
motion, electric currents of galvanic rapture running wild through her
nervous system, the voltaic blisses still rippling through her as I swabbed
and cleansed her tender pussy of her saporous essence during her descension
from aerial rapture.

   "Your cock.  Jesus, Sebastian, give it to me!"

   Yep, they must have heard that one.  All the ticket takers and probably
everybody watching the movie in the next theater over.

   "You want me to fuck you, Elaine?  Right here?  Right now?" I asked her
with a quiet laugh.  I was still kneeling before her, my hands cupping her
wriggly bottom.  "Remember, there's no lock on that door.  Anyone could
walk in, anyone at all."

   "Yes!" She clawed at my shoulders, trying fruitlessly to tug me to my
feet.  I carefully lifted her leg from my shoulder and placed a soft,
lingering kiss on her stomach before standing in front of her while she
simultaneously slid down off the counter.  We kissed again, my resuscitated
erection spearing into her tummy and, feeling her volatile hunger, I
matched her animalistic passion by utilizing my tongue, exploring,
capturing territory.  Her twisting tongue soon intertwined with mine and we
exchanged breathy moans, our teeth clicked together as she assaultively bit
at my lips more than once.  I could feel she wanted to bite me, primitively
mark me as hers but more importantly, she wanted to be stretched on my cock
once again, the bestial urge holding her in its grasp.

   I loved the way Elaine squealed like a giddy schoolgirl when I lifted
her off the floor and pivoted to place her back high against the exit door.
Clasping her well-rounded ass in my hands, I lowered her onto my rampant
cock, the bulbous glans pressing along the fleshy folds of her sex until
the knob was snuggled amongst her plump pussy lips, already twitching in
anticipation.  Her body was so wet, all greased up from the ministrations
of my tongue and her own ambrosia, I penetrated her easily, pushing up into
her juicy passage and she gasped harshly as her body was invaded by
marauding pleasure.  The newly parted flesh joyously gave way to the
delight of being impaled and I did not stop until I was seated to the hilt.
Her rejoicing pussy welcomed me, absorbing my daunting length and thickness
with that first stroke, melting around me like a mason's mold, drawing me
deeper and deeper into her waiting warmth.  She greedily wrapped her legs
around my narrow waist and crossed her ankles, anchoring herself to me.

   The need to thrust screamed through my brain but I resisted, instead
bringing my hands following the flowing curves of her voluptuous body, over
her arciform hips and tapering waist, up her smooth torso, until I came to
rest over her pillowy breasts.  Cupping them both, I massaged their lavish
softness with my hands as I leaned forward and sultrily kissed her
forehead, eyelids, cheeks, nose, and chin before finally settling my lips
on her sweet, swollen mouth.  Stroking the inside of her mouth, I could
still taste undertones of my own musky flavor on her tongue.  My cock
throbbed in response and I felt her inner muscles tighten around me.

   Elaine whimpered as I continued to tantalizingly fondle her bobbling
breasts, plucking at her engorged nipples, even as I plundered her mouth.
She hungrily sucked on my tongue before thrusting her way into my mouth.  I
knew she could taste her own essence on my lips and tongue, just as I could
taste mine on hers, idly wondered if she enjoyed tasting feminine juices as
much as I liked drinking down masculine seed, loved the way our bodies'
flavors intermingled until they were one.  But my musings were interrupted
when she dug her heels into my ass as she futilely tried to slide on my
cock, frantic for friction against her clit.  When she discovered she was
unable to move, she clenched her inner muscles, tormenting me with her
squeezing wetness until I couldn't stand it any longer.

   Knowing that she wanted the ride hard, I bit her neck as I pulled free
from her, gripped her tightly by the waist and bucked my hips to thrust
hard into her, creating the perfect rhythm to bring us both toward that
elusive orgasm which was waiting off in the distance.  A lot of it depended
on Elaine's impulsive whims because in this position, she could press
forward with her hips and gain delicious clit-to-skin contact with her
slippery pussy against my muscular body, or tilt back and feel how far my
cock would go inside her.  Whichever position she chose, I inevitably ended
up burying my face in her shoulder, inhaling her intoxicating scent as I
moved between her thighs, pumping rhythmically in and out of her, making
her purr like an untamed creature.

   "That's the way," I murmured, urging Elaine on with me.  "That's my
pretty baby." Her entire upper torso was flushed, sheening with
perspiration as if we were doing it in an overheated sauna.  I understood
her source of arousal: it was an amazing experience of being somehow
exhibitionistic and at the same time private in our intimacy, of behaving
in a manner that is wild and free.  It was oddly reminiscent of the feeling
I got when I rode on the back of Uncle Charlie's IronHorse motorcycle; a
similar sensation to when my family and I went on a skiing excursion to Fox
Hollow, swooshing down the slopes, the wind in my hair and the dazzlingly
bright sun kissing my face.  Fucking in public ~~ or semi-public, to be
more accurate ~~ was energetically stimulating to me but brought out the
animal in my woman!

   Being all steamed up meant we were now working in sexy, sweaty moves. 
Elaine rode me fast and loose, her hips bouncing off mine, her breathing
hot and hard, but she wanted more.  She began angling her lush, round
breasts toward my face so I took the unsubtle hint and started lustily
licking, giving the girls a bath.  When she instructed me to bite them, I
brushed up against the fleshy nubbins with my teeth and started nipping her
with incrementally more vigor.  "Yes, that's it!" she cried out when I
reached the perfect nibble.  I then bestowed upon her a delectable treat,
instantly capturing her cotton-candy hued nipples between my teeth, taking
my time to alternate from one to the other.  Each time I slammed my cock a
little further inside her, I bit a little harder, and she moaned for all
she was worth, not seeming to care if anyone heard her clamorous cries of
passion.

   By now, Elaine had wrapped her arms around my shoulders and was levering
herself up and down, raising her flexing buttocks to unsheathe my
nectar-soused cock, and when it was exposed nearly to the tip she came back
down hard, spearing herself on my brawny shaft.  She was meeting me thrust
for driving thrust, grinding her hips and dripping pussy against me,
desperately straining towards her orgasm.  Her bouncing motions were making
it too difficult to suckle on her breasts so, using my arm wrapped under
her saltating rump, I roamed my free hand all over her
perspiration-slickened body, first stroking her jouncing breasts, then
moving down lower to embrace her tapered waist and then lower still between
our pumping bodies to find her pulsating clit.  As we humped one another, I
stroked that demanding pleasure button, giving her the dual bliss of my
dancing fingertips rolfing her tender labial lips as well as my skewering
cock electrifying her needy cunny.

   Holding myself entirely still, I allowed Elaine to work me over.  She
became frantic as she fucked me, endeavoring to push us both inexorably
closer to release.  It was becoming clear that she wanted to get off as
quickly as possible because she knew we could get caught at any minute but
paradoxically the very thought of it was obviously thrilling her to no end.
It was with this objective in mind that she began squeezing me tightly with
the powerful muscles of her gluttonous cunny.  Now, before this, I had
maintained impressive self-restraint, while enjoying the hell out of having
my woman ride my cock like a dirty cowgirl, undulating up and down, over
and over, faster and faster, I had never been in danger of losing control.
But when she began milking my nectar-immersed rod, I received fantastic
mini-jolts of voltaic bliss.

   "Oh, Elaine," I sighed as she kept up those luscious squeezing motions.
"Oh, baby, do that.  Just keep doing that..."

   Her thighs cinched around my waist, creamy pussy pumping ceaselessly, my
lady-love brought the two of us right to the tip of climax.  My twitching
cock was growing even larger inside of her, swelling to the point of
impending release.  It was that additional thickness, the debauched
sensation of being filled to extreme, that had her pussy awash in
contradictions.  The next time a sexual rush surged over her she succumbed
to the whirlwinding climax; it jerked her away from her self-indulging
enjoyment of the rough ride I was giving her and tossed her into the gyring
vortex of dizzying rapture.  She craned her head back against the wall and
cried out sharply, her back bowed as she came, weltering in the sweet
ecstasy coursing through her spastically lurching body .  Her harsh gasps
filled the air as she chanted, "Yes," over and over.

   Leaning against the wall, I held us both upright even as I felt her legs
slide down my thighs and fall bonelessly to the floor.

   Elaine gaped at my unflagging erection.  "I can't believe you haven't
come!" she exclaimed incredulously.  Then a devilish smile crossed her
flushed features.  "On the floor," she said breathlessly.  "Take me...on
the floor."

   I self-confidently patted her on her cutely dimpled ass.  "Ok, babe, if
that's what you want.  Get on your hands and knees."

   I could see she was tempted to play with me a little and withhold her
favors, but she was too needy and she knew I knew it.  When she got down on
all fours, swiveling into the classic doggystyle position, I knelt behind
her on one knee and tilted her hips to expose her pulsing pussy, her
dripping, swollen lips.  Planting both knees on the floor, I pressed my
thighs against her then paused, giving her reason to think, pant, whimper.
When I began caressing my hands in simple patterns over her delightfully
vulnerable rump, caressing her buttocks, she immediately moaned, pushing
her bubble-butt back shamelessly against me.  "Come on, young stud," Elaine
said, teasingly.  "Give me that cock I need.  Your nice thick, fat cock."

   Catching my jutting penis in hand, I began to rub the bloated dome along
her gooey seam.  Her sensitive pussy began to spasm at once and her
previous jibes evaporated in the heat of her mounting need .

   "Don't make me wait," she said, trying to keep her voice as low as
possible.

   "What's the rush?" I ran the spongy bulb tauntingly over her swollen
clit, making her writhe.  She was in such an overexcited state, so damn
close, that just a little more friction, a little more strategic stroking,
would have sent her careening over the edge so I promptly removed my hand.

   Elaine hissed her frustration then mewled her bliss as I slid my rigid
cock inside her.  She accepted me fully, sighing her internal conflict as I
impaled her.  I understood exactly what she felt because I felt it too:
torn, wanting the speed and friction of hardcore thrusting but at the same
time needing to just hold still like that, deep inside her.

   "Oh yeah, Elaine, that's what I need." I began affectionately kissing
her neck, subtly probing her depths with my rock-hard piston, giving her a
moment to adjust, absorb.  Prepare.  It always felt as if I could go deeper
like that than in any other lovemaking position, that I could truly take
her.  When I whispered "I love you," my breath warm in her ear, a heartfelt
moan escaped her throat, and I was overwhelmed with her feeling of trust,
the complete letting down of her guard.

   "Come on, baby, come on," she coaxed with a hungry sigh.

   I pulled out of her clinging pussy very, very slowly.  When I was almost
completely withdrawn, I exhaled then forcefully thrust my cock to the hilt.
The impact pushed her forward and she murmured an obscenity in her
approval. I repeated the action, pressing deep and pulling back fast before
shoving in again right away.  Taking her was intoxicating as always but
this time I felt as if I would catch fire inside from the friction all
along her honey-doused, love-starving canal.  I braced myself now, grabbing
hold of her wiggling waist, stroking the full length of my manhood into her
succulence, burying myself balls deep.

   By now I knew how to fuck Elaine and I knew how to move her and build
her and guide her.  I knew the right angle, how to thrust upward at the
same time that he thrust in.  What I loved the most, though, was seeing the
effect it had on my love.  She was clenching her fists and had lowered her
forehead to the floor, giving in to the inevitable.  Each ramming thrust
was making her voluptuous body quiver in sensuous ripples, her pendulous
breasts swaying underneath her.  My deepstroking cock was spreading her
wet, pink lips and sinking into the tight tunnel of her feminine flesh And
still, the insatiable minx wanted more, squeezing herself around me,
clamping those satiny muscles down on me.  So I intensified our lovemaking
by grasping her hair in my fist, tugging just hard enough to send delicious
spikes down her spine.  "Do you like that, little lady?"

   "What's the matter?" she panted between shuddery cries.  "Feeling
insecure?  You need me to say what a good lover you are?"

   "A little less talking and a lot more moaning, baby." I growled and
reached around to take hold of her breasts, letting their doughy softness
spill into my hands as I kneaded her naked flesh.  I loved pinching her
nipples, making her feel good and nasty at the same time.  She tremulously
exhaled when I bit down on her neck then nibbled, reining in her senses,
trying to reduce the entirety of her world to the irresistible need to
come.

   Elaine panted beneath me, trying to push her ass against my sluicing
cock for deeper penetration.  "Please...oh god."

   "Please what, sweetheart?"

   "Please...come inside me...make me come with you."

   "Louder, Miss Lunsford," I coaxed, my lips tugging playfully at her
turquoise earring.  I knew she was feeling a scrumptious terror curled
inside her, a hot, indescribable release.  The terror that someone could
walk in at any moment.  She would be as helpless to prevent that as she was
to stop me from fucking her precious pussy.

   "Fuck me, Sebastian.  Oh, God, yes, fuck me, and make me come," she
cried.

   "I'm not sure they heard you through the walls."

   I could feel her heartbeat slamming in the veins in her neck.  I knew it
was there, the need to throw caution to the wind, to expose herself, to
reveal the naughty desires she worked so hard to conceal each day.

   "Go on, Elaine, say what it is you really need." I offered her an
extra-hard thrust for punctuation.

   "Your cock," Elaine screamed, her lady-like reserve bursting like a dam.
"I need your cock.  I want it so much.  Fuck me hard, fill me..."

   Hearing her give in to me as a woman does to her man made radiant
pleasure zap through me, down inside my loins, all the way to the length
and breadth of my cock, craving and desperate for her.  I began powering
into her like a man possessed, clutching her by her shimmying waist,
slamming my sledging cock home, my hefty balls slapping wetly against her.
But no matter how hard I slammed into her, no matter how much I rolled her
clitoris in my free hand, pinching the fiery bead, she didn't want me to
stop.  She was a mindless she-beast in heat.  Everyone would know that she
was a hot whore who loved sex with men half her age, the raunchier the
better, couldn't get enough of it.

   It was her worst nightmare, her wettest fantasy dream.

   "I'm gonna come inside you so fucking hard," I growled nastily.  "Do you
want it?  Do you want my hot cum squirting in your pussy?"

   "I do...oh god, I want it in my dirty cunt.  Come in me, use me."

   Unromantic filthy talk, we were in perfect harmony.

   "Oh my fucking god, yes, do it to me.  Come inside me, Sebastian!"

   "Ladies first." I pushed her down on her squirming belly, giving me the
angle now to pummel her straight down.  Her impossibly fire-filled pussy
crushed down on me to my savagely hammering cock's tolerance, engulfing
every nerve, making my entire body feel as if it were immersed in the
liquid inferno that was her cunny.  It made me shudder, hot and cold at
once, bathed in rivuleting sweat, conquered and triumphant at the same
time.

   "Yes, you big-cocked man, yes," she obscenely moaned, pressing back
against the saddle of my hips, making me work her clit faster.  "Oh God, oh
fuck, oh baby, I want it so much." I could only imagining how our audience
was responding.  Were they trying to ignore the sounds of hot, nasty sex or
were they trying to imagine what was going on behind the closed door? 
"Don't stop fucking me...don't ever stop."

   I shuddered, feeling the deliquescent pressure unstoppably crescendoing,
the galvanic tingling in my toes all the way to the tips of my fingers, a
tempestuous storm about to release in my loins.  Elaine felt it then
whispered in my ear, an intimacy meant for my ears and mine alone, that she
wanted my hot, sweet cum inside her, wanted to feel possessed and needed,
taken.  It was the trigger I needed and I began to snarl while her spine
arched towards me, the lavish membranes of her ravenous passage gripping my
rocketing cock.  As her tumultuous release crashed over me like a flood,
her torrid girlcum drowning me while jetting spurts of my seed splashed
against her womb, I dissolved at once, synchronizing our orgasms perfectly.
It was like one resplendent climax shared by two people, everything read
and understood, the whole world contained in the thrust and ultimate
release, the vibrant tension and spasm of muscles, the shared incandescent
heat, the drops of salty sweat, the surging pulses.  On and on it went,
every bit of shimmering energy sucked out, pulled into a vortiginious
vortex that went only God knew where.  It was a moment of sheer intensity
that stretched into a celestial eternity.

   Rapturous aftershocks kept us humming and buzzing but all too soon my
brain re-engaged and I felt raw exhaustion making my biceps tremble with
fatigue.  Kissing Elaine tenderly while I carefully pulled out my flagging
penis, I lowered her feet to the ground, holding her close to make sure she
could maintain her balance.

   "That was amazing." Still breathless and panting, Elaine looked up at me
as she spoke, awe in her tone, loving warmth glowing about her.  "What have
you done to me, Sebastian?" She gestured about our surroundings, our
clothes scattered on the tiled floor of a public bathroom.  "I can't
stop... I just can't stop."

   "Then don't stop." I affectionately kissed her cheek then playfully
swatted a smack on her bare bottom.  "You need to get dressed, Mrs. 
Lunsford.  We are waay overdue back in the theater.".

   She stuck her tongue out at me then started to gather up her discarded
clothing.  After tugging on my pants and shirt, I turned to watch her,
straightening and smoothing with remarkable efficiency, and within three
minutes she looked like the elegantly dressed lady she was, not a hint of
the torrid encounter we had just engaged in beyond a light blush in her
cheek and hidden flashes in her eyes.  Our sexual interactions were proving
so explosive that I was becoming obsessed with seeing what the next one
would produce.  I was mesmerized by Elaine and her ability to touch those
primal instincts deep in my psyche, the heat hot enough to blister my skin.
My body ached and my brain was tired, a smile curved my lips as I pulled my
belt back into place.  Routine and normalcy?  As long as I was with this
woman, I could kiss all that goodbye.

   I was about to risk a look outside when Elaine stopped me, suggesting we
go out through the door that connected to the woman's bathroom.  After
checking to see if the coast was clear, she beckoned me to follow, a
warning finger on her lips, and we silently stole through the lavatory,
trying not to catch the notice of the pair of slingbacks behind one closed
stall door.

   Outside, we walked through the carpeted hallway back towards the
theater. With the endorphins of our most recent tryst still pumping
powerfully through my body, I felt as if I had been transported into a
fairy-tale environment.  Nothing seemed entirely real.  Colors were
prismatically accentuated in my head, as if the hue control had been
unexplainably altered.  The formerly muted red of the carpeting was now a
rich burgundy.  A nearby poster for Serengeti Storm, an African adventure
movie, boasted turquoise skies over an emerald savannah on a breezeless
sun-drenched afternoon, Charisse Green's flawless skin a lustrously dark
coffee hue, her eyes rich ebon.

   Turning the corner, we stopped in our tracks.  All the ticket-takers,
along with several other teenagers in uniforms, probably the concession
workers, were huddled around the family bathroom door, giggling and
whispering to one another.  Elaine and I immediately jumped back around the
corner.  I felt mortified, disgusted with myself for having degraded my
lover, but when I looked at her, she had her hands to her mouth but
couldn't suppress the explosive squeals of girlish delight.  We ran hand in
hand down the corridor before she stopped and burst into gales of
boisterous laughter, hopping up and down in her excitement.

   "Oh, Sebastian, that was the most amazing thing I've done in years," she
exclaimed between raining kisses on my cheeks.  "Thank you so much."

   We stood in the hallway, reveling in our joy, talking excitedly about
our close calls and the fact that we had been, not spotted, but definitely
heard in action.  There was nothing better than that feeling of being
fulfilled, especially when we had done it in our own special way.  We had
managed to make impassioned love outside of the house, but not fully
exposed.  And from the reactions of the employees of the movie theater, I
knew that no one had been offended by the indecently thrilling ways we
pleased each other.  In fact, we mutually agreed we decided that we had
made the kids day.

   Eventually we decided we had to rejoin Ethan in the theater and we would
take the roundabout way to avoid the eavesdropping employees and to take
the exit directly to the parking lot when the movie was done.

   "I'll go first," she announced when she had regained some semblance of
sanity.  She grabbed me to her warm embrace and kissed me again.  "Are you
spending the night again tonight?"

   "Yes."

   "Good." She smiled and her look of unadulterated love made me want to
melt into a puddle on the floor.  "Meet you in the theater."

   I watched her sashay down the hallway before I went over to a nearby
fountain, splashing some chill water on my face.  I knew our prolonged
absence would be bad enough; I didn't want to give Ethan any more reason to
be suspicious.  Picking up my soda that I supposedly had gone to refill in
the first place, I closed my eyes, took a shaky breath, then walked on
decidedly unsteady legs back into the theater to where my best friend and
his mom were waiting.