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Young Temptress
by Anonymous (address withheld)
***
A guy and gal fuck on the dance floor while they're
dancing - with a crowd of other dancers all around
them. (MF, public)
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She was tall and slender, with long golden hair that
fell down to her petite waist. Her eyes were a deeply
enchanting hazel and they could penetrate in one look
the souls of a thousand men.
But she was just that slight bit out of proportion. The
kind of girl that catches your eye by the attraction of
a part of her body rather than her overall appearance.
Not to say that she didn't turn the heads of many
eligible bachelors, but she wouldn't attract the
cameras of magazine photographers. She had potential,
but alas her completeness was just not there.
*
James was an impressionable chap. Although he tended to
take first impressions very seriously, he sometimes
gave himself room for second thoughts if a relationship
did not hold for him the high expectations that he
maintained.
But he wasn't one to toy with emotions. If he knew that
he could damage a girl with a brief romance then he
knew that he should not take the chance. This happened
on not altogether rare occasions but invariably
involved girls of an age much less than his own.
Being 19 he knew that younger girls tended to take a
broken heart a little more serious than those of a more
mature age.
*
Justine was her name. She was the picture of his very
dreams. The tall, blonde intelligent look of a girl
that knew what she wanted and wasn't prepared to muck
around. Although not altogether forward, she knew how
to make a first approach.
The music had not as yet built to the expected heights
of volume and intensity that would accompany the latter
hours of the nightclub, and conversation was a welcome
relief from approaching boredom.
"I suppose you come here often?"
He was startled out of the thought of him coming
crashing out of a sharp turn on his jet ski earlier in
the day to see the smile on her face. Having stood
behind this female in the queue to get in, he had not
expected his 'mate to mate' conversation to have
impressed her at all. In fact, he had expected the
opposite sentiment.
But the sight wasn't exactly painful, and he was
actually delighted to have been approached. Perhaps the
approach was a little too obvious, but being male the
selection was not necessarily his to make.
"No, not too often actually, but when I get a
chance..."
She blushed a smile, pretending to concentrate on the
stirring of her drink. "It's just that I haven't made
the trip into town lately since all the new nightclubs
sprung up after the earthquake. "
"No," being quick to continue the conversation, "nor
have I. But it's great to see, isn't it."
Again the imitation stir, "Yeah, I agree. It's just
that I've been away from the city in the meantime and
don't really remember where everything is. I mean, I
haven't even been into the city for 3 years..."
He recognised the bait. His first impulse was of course
the following question, but he gave himself some time
to think by lifting the beer and taking a hearty
mouthful. By the time he swallowed, the casual sentence
emerged as the victor of the war to gain priority in
his thoughts " I'd be happy to show you around if you
like."
Instantly the smile. She fancied this guy. He had
seemed to purposely ignore her most of the night, so
that she could take a long a decisive glance at the
muscular formation of his lower torso and his back. It
was enough to have impressed her and carry her this far
across the room.
She turned to face back across the room to see her
friends, and gave them a confirming wink.
"Just let me finish my beer first."
Typical Aussie, she almost mumbled aloud. She knew what
she really wanted, and undoubtedly so did he, but a
beer is a beer and a bloke is a bloke. She smiled and
nodded, lifting her own glass and tilting it towards
his.
Of course, he was first to finish, but soon she was
stirring ice and making gurgling noises with the last
drop of fluid up the straw, and she looked up happily,
gently placing the glass on the counter.
They both stood, casually dropping hands together, and
turned to make for the door. Of course, the club
admission had branded their wrists upon entry, so the
slight tinge of guilt he felt at wasting money was
relieved by the fact that he could return later at
will. Little did he suspect that these feelings were
not mutual - plans had been made and juices were
already starting to flow.
The clip of her heeled shoes down the footpath
attracted his attention. "I see by those shoes that you
either didn't plan to walk too far tonight or were
prepared to wear out the soles of your stockings."
He stifled a glance down to her feet and took in the
length of her figure. The dark mini dress was
stretching between her legs with each step, her dark
tanned and almost perfectly smooth legs almost
glistening in the fresh night. He took the time to
measure her apparently firm little bum and saw the
curved lines blend to a thin waist and a perfectly
taught stomach. The need for a belt to keep her stomach
in line was obviously not considered appropriate.
She had the dark skin of a girl that attended the beach
regularly, and also the supple smoothness that proved
she wasn't a complete beach bum - she took care of her
skin and it showed. He eyed carefully the low cut line
of the top of her dress and noted no tan marks across
her cleavage.
Her breasts seemed squashed in their garment and
therefore bulged a little out of the top edge. But the
bulge of skin was small and tapered away quickly,
giving credit to the firmness of each breast and the
shape they were determined to maintain.
Her neck was slender and looked delicate, with no sign
of veins that belied age or stress. She looked the same
age as he, and by the time he found rest at looking her
in the face, he found her staring at him. The long
transition from shoe to face had been made totally
unaware of her looking back.
Each of the parts of her figure seemed to slot into
place perfectly, but there was something amiss -
something about her shape. It wasn't quite perfect - at
least not on 'supermodel' status - although she proved
quite a feast for the eyes. Her face, too, although
quite beautiful, missed a little in places and just
seemed to be a little below the 'perfect beauty'
threshold.
He was more than aroused by her appearance, and he
continued to stare at her.
"Well, one way or the other, I don't plan to waste my
night." She smiled back mischievously, looking him in
the eye. Even though her tall slender figure measured
quite a height, the length of his own well trained
figure out stretched hers by some five centimetres.
She withdrew her right hand from his, and wrapped her
arm around his waist, reaching out with her left hand
to encircle him.
"My goodness," he gasped at the satisfaction it gave
him, "I didn't expect that."
"No, neither did I."
He now a little confused but nonetheless happy, they
both continued on into the next club.
With plenty of money, neither complained about the
entry ticket price, but rather entered with lots of
high expectations.
The tempo had built at this location, the music was
turned up loud and people were already enjoying
themselves on the dance floor. One couple in particular
were dancing separate from the rest, enjoying
themselves in one corner. But their dancing was
different, almost on the verge of erotic.
James was resting with his back against the wall as
Justine returned with the drinks. Despite his plea for
wanting the first shout, she insisted on the grounds of
first approach and promptly trotted off to the bar.
She placed both drinks on one of the hundreds of drink
supports scattered around the room in front of him, and
turned to back towards him, resting gently back. His
arms naturally surrounded her, gripping together just
below her belly. The heat was already emanating from
her, and she rested for a moment enjoying the intimacy.
But a drink was a drink, and she knew the side effects
of having placed them on the table.
She carefully pulled away from the embrace, and bent
forward at the hips, pushing her rounded figure into
what was now quickly becoming the focus of her
attention. She took one sip of her own drink, feeling
the slow throbbing of pumping blood behind her mini
skirt, and then reached out further to grab his beer.
The last reach forward had forced her to increase the
pressure behind her, and he let out a small whimper.
Despite the pleasure such pressure can bring for a
male, too much can bring discomfort. He knew his
arousal was unavoidable, what with such an inviting
picture of almost perfect beauty stretching out in
front of him, but the last stretch forward had the
words 'painful crush' rather than 'gentle pressure'
attached to it.
She passed the beer over her should and he gladly took
it with his right hand. At first, though, with his
attention so distracted, he placed the beer on the
table directly to his right and waited for her to
settle into position.
As she leaned back he gently moved his left hand into
position on her smooth lower belly and moved her ever
so slightly. His length fell into the cleavage of her
rear and she was now centralised in front of him. With
his gonads in comfort once again, he reached for his
beer and took the first mouthful, replacing it on the
table once his upper lip had been sufficiently covered
in froth.
The two on the dance floor again caught his attention.
They were gyrating wildly in the corner, one backing
towards the wall, the other backing in unison at a
rough maximum separation of no more than 2 millimetres.
The male in behind, the female in front, it was almost
as if they were having sex on the floor. His
concentration absorbed, he didn't realise that his hand
fell into place over her quickly moistening heat
source.
His eyes firmly locked on the two out on the floor, he
reached out for his beer and took another 2 mouths
full, again replacing it carefully with only a
momentary glance to locate the bench.
She began to breath a little heavier. At first the
gentle brush of his hand so close to her pussy had
excited her and given her a shrill, but when his hand
moved into position right over her she took a breath
and held it. He didn't seem to know that he was
pleasing her, but then he moved to tickle her clitoris
ever so enchantingly.
The slurp of beer over her shoulder seemed to belie his
extreme nonchalant attitude to displays of sex. This,
too, excited her to no end. She had not exactly
expected such an obvious foreplay, but the thrill of
being in the open turned her on. So far about three
people had noticed the position of his hand and she
almost enjoyed the display they were giving.
But all this time he failed to notice her increase in
breathing. Not really anything resembling a pant, the
thrusts of her chest were becoming slower and
elongated, and she closed her eyes once or twice to
savour the feeling.
The two dancing on the floor moved in behind the
corner, and when they emerged they were separated, the
guy smiling and sliding both his hands down the side of
his companion. It was only obvious now that they had
actually been making love together a few seconds
before, and James was startled at how obvious the
display had been.
Justine had failed to notice, being lost in her own
world of increasing excitement. She knew know that she
would have to take things into her own hands to go any
further, but she was willing to wait. She lifted her
left hand and placed it gently on his neck, brushing it
ever so lightly against his skin, passing it across his
mouth.
He was enjoying the hand, ever so delicate. It was so
smooth and slender. He kissed it briefly as it passed
his lips, and trailed down his shoulder. She lightly
risked brushing her hand down his opposite arm, over
her head, and down her side until she came across his
hands.
Immediately he knew where his hand was placed and was
starting to withdraw it when she held it in place. He
noticed for the first time her heat and her breathing,
and looked down over her shoulder to see her firm chest
moving in and out. Her head was tilted back slightly
and her eyes were closed, and he gained a considerable
amount of satisfaction knowing that she was 'getting
off' so easily.
He moved one finger in towards her slightly, touching
the small hard skin of her clitoris, now sticking out
in her excitement. It was incredible just how easily
she had become aroused - and he hadn't even meant to
touch her!
Being almost the same height, when she turned and
placed her hands firmly on his neck, with elbows out to
each side, their lips were almost perfectly in position
for the first kiss. The initial second of dry lips
together faded away quickly as they licked tongue upon
tongue and began the first probe of each other's
internals.
He lightly rippled his fingers up and down her sides,
sending shrills down her spin. Her arousal was building
rapidly and the tickle under her armpits had almost
sent her over the edge. Climax had come so close so
quick she almost could not believe that she was not
dreaming.
She pulled back after two or three minutes and looked
mischievously in his eyes. She carefully took him out
of the mid-light into the darkness. They could still be
seen, of course, but in the darkness their visibility
to the rest of the crowd was made more difficult by the
spotlight that shone back out into the crowd from above
their heads.
She lowered her right hand down the side of his arm,
running back up his ribs. She lowered her left to meet
her right at his chest, and rubbed it firmly but
gently. Slowly making circles with her hands, she then
lifted one of her hands and gently drew one finger
along his chin.
Once he closed his eyes, which was her main aim, she
made the move.
She pulled her pelvis away from his just enough to
allow her right hand to pass between the two, and she
slowly slid his zipper down. His eyes opened with a
start and he looked around to see if anyone was
looking, but being under the glare there weren't too
many eyes that would try to brave the light.
The open zipper gave way to hard cotton, and she ran a
finger up and down the length. He smiled again and then
once more closed his eyes. Although he would like to be
in control it was a magnificent feeling to be jumped by
this woman.
She then squashed her centre finger up under the top of
the zip and pulled down the cotton, exposing raw skin.
Now requiring two hands to be careful, she curled one
finger around the back of his dick and pulled, while
ensuring that none of the skin caught on the hard edge
of the zipper.
Finally, the not-too-small but not-too-large throbber
was squeezed between the two of them, and she moved her
hands up again to his neck, pointing out her elbows,
and kissed him feverishly for another few minutes.
His erection grew at the thought of her suddenly
leaving and exposing him to the view of everyone else,
and he almost began to panic as the intensity of her
kissing grew.
Then her left hand moved away and back down to his
exposed dick and trickled past it, just barely tickling
the furry balls hanging below. She then pushed her
finger down just to the edge of the front of her skirt
and pulled it up over the top of his length.
From there he had expected a struggle with underpants
but immediately he found warmth and comfort. He had not
really believed the stories of girls going to nightl
clubs in mini-skrts with no undies, but obviously by
this display it was true.
He almost cursed himself that he hadn't taken the time
to try and look on other women before, to try and see
if anything gave away this secret. Besides the obvious
perversion, he guessed it didn't really matter anyways.
But it really made him wonder how many of the girls in
the room had undies and how many didn't.
She began to stand on her toes, and her mound seemed to
slide slowly up his length. But that was not enough -
she was caught about two thirds of the way up and was
at the limit of her toes. He would have to do the rest.
She wrapped both arms around his neck and held him as
tight as she could, whispering in his ear. "You know
what I want. Please, lower yourself to my sweetness.
The tender moment is so close."
He slowly bent his knees, enduring the encasing feel of
her outer lips as they aligned with the top of his
circumcision. He felt the warmth and smoothness
emanating from her, and she tugged gently at him,
wanting him to stand again.
The penetration at first was barely perceptible. The
outer lips were already parted and the final chasm was
about to be entered. But he felt a restriction -
something seemed to hold him back.
He pushed a little harder, standing a little
straighter, and felt the first sign of give.
She closed her eyes, holding him tight. The first entry
was always the one to savour, and she was not ready to
lower herself onto him. He rose slightly, creating
pressure. She had not known that his was so thick. The
length had not been that great upon extraction from his
jeans, but now she realised that his length was not of
major concern.
She felt the pleasure of the stretch as he pushed a
little harder. The head of his cock had only just begun
to enter - there were thicker parts still to come. She
moaned ever so slightly at the wonderful feel, even now
rising to what would be an early climax. Her inner lips
were feeling like they would stretch to their limit
today, and she began to wonder if she could endure the
slight tinge of pain.
He was contemplating an all and out ram when finally
his maximum diameter came to the point of entry. At
least, he knew, he could fit from here. He had never
before known a girl to be so tight, and his sudden
climactic urge was only quenched by the thought of the
fat girl that sat on a seat across the other side of
the room.
Now at least half penetrated, he was standing flat and
wanted ever so dearly to stand on his toes, but already
he could feel her lowering onto him.
It was now obvious that their height difference had
been concentrated in their legs. Without coming down to
rest on her heels, she was already at his base, and the
coldness of his zipper excited her suddenly.
Together they sat for minutes, enjoying each others
warmth, trying to crawl their way back down from the
almost instantaneous climax that both of them had. She
stood on her toes again and dropped on him suddenly,
crushing her outer lips on the zip teeth. The pain led
instantly to pleasure and she exhaled suddenly.
"Ohhhh, that was incredible." she uttered, and then as
an afterthought, she opened her eyes. "Can you, um,
stand on your toes? "
He looked at her with a smile, but seriously doubted
that he could support the weight. He looked at the
longing in her eyes and moved his hands to her waste.
He clasped her thin figure and lifted slightly, the
feeling of her pussy clasping around him forcing him to
close his eyes in pleasure.
"Oh, you aren't that heavy after all."
She smiled. "I am kicking off my heels now, I hope you
don't mind."
Before he could let her down her heels were off to the
floor, and as he lowered her he began to realise that
if he didn't bend his knees she would impale herself.
To make matters worse, she bent her legs at the knee -
now he was left with no way to support her but his
hands and his cock.
But her absolute feather lightness led him to believe
that perhaps he could support her at only one point,
and he began to experiment.
He lifted her again with his hands, her muscles closing
in around him, and stood up straight, almost high on
his toes. Then he let her down quickly to judge the
pain that he would have to endure.
Surprisingly, the pain was not to be. He actually
enjoyed the sensation. He lifted her again, once more
the muscles closing, this time with more strength.
She knew he was testing his ability. He had not as yet
let go of her waist, but she was just waiting for him
to build the confidence. In this lift she tightened
herself around him as hard as she could, flexing
muscles that she had tried to build since the beginning
of puberty.
He let her down quickly again, but this time released
pressure on her waist. She was supported solely by the
strength of his member, and this she admired greatly.
Not a single man had endured up to this point. His was
obviously a tower of strength.
Again he lifted her and watched her face as her eyes
opened. She strained to grip him with her vagina has he
lifted her up and right to the tip of his dick. She
still had her legs bent back at the knees, and he gave
her a comforting smile.
Without warning, he let her go, and she dropped on him.
The impact at first caused him pain but it quickly
built to pleasure as she giggled with delightful
ecstacy. He moved his hands to her side again, and
started to enjoy the moment. The music was filling his
head, there was heaps of other people in the room - any
of which could be watching him through the smoky haze -
and a beautiful girl was impaled on him.
He began to swing his hips with the rhythm, swinging
her with him. The temptation to get onto the dance
floor was almost irresistible. But whilst they were
covered by the brilliant spot light, he felt no desire
to become too much of a display. He turned to his right
on a suspicion, and caught the glances of two girls as
they quickly looked away. Whether or not it was of
shame for observing, or disgust on the part of his
partner or jealousy on his part he could not guess.
And frankly he couldn't give a damn.
He swung a little more wildly and then jumped up and
down a few times. Then, on the spur of the moment, he
twirled a full circle. The pain of it was enough to
stop him from falling over the edge and pump into her,
but his partner was experiencing nothing but bliss.
She hugged him hard, having just come to the edge of an
orgasm, and then put her hands in his. She lifted them
up into the air until they supported themselves, and
then lifted herself on his hands, scrunching her face
in trying to hold her muscles as tight as possible
around him.
She lifted herself all the way up and he fell out of
her. She was hanging too close to him and he almost
penetrated her ass. That would not have been altogether
bad, but she had never tried that sort of thing before
and the thought of it actually scared her.
She lowered her legs and pushed against him in order to
find him again. The head touched again on her inner
lips, and the pressure began to build. She lifted her
legs from the knees again and, knowing that sudden
pressure around him and a fall to the very base of his
cock would follow, she let herself go.
She squeezed onto him as tightly as before and dropped
down bloody hard, letting out a small yelp as she began
to come. She tightened around him, let her hands fall
back over her head, and jerked a spasm or two as she
excreted a ridiculous amount of fluid.
He felt the incredible heat as the wave of her juices
surge passed him and in that moment he too was forced
onto a higher level. In the noise of her and the crowd,
he looked to the right to see a guy looking straight at
him. All he heard was "Are ...finished..."
He looked to the right of that guy again to see the
girls smiling at him and licking their lips, almost
laughing.
At that moment he came and the look on his face as he
tried to conceal the fact showed both pain and
discomfort. In the midst of the burst he managed a
rather uneven "Pardon me?"
The guy stepped closer, eyeing the female with legs off
the ground supported by nothing that immediately
registered to the eye. His initial moment of confusion
led to a slight embarrassment, but he persisted.
"I said, have you finished with these glasses?"
Five glasses were position on a bench - none of which
were theirs. Their own glasses had been left a small
way back up the wall.
"Yeah, sure, take them."
The guy quickly stacked, looking at the junction of the
two out of the corner of his eye. He could just see the
base of balls and the wetness of her spread lips as he
bent down with the stack of glasses in his arm to pick
up a glass that had fallen on the floor. His own member
suddenly grew hard at the thought of screwing this
beautiful woman as Justine turned to face him.
He blushed, knowing he was caught, and turned and
hurried away. Several guys in behind the bar would soon
know what was going on and god knows what would happen
then. Perhaps even a spotlight might be turned on them
just to embarrass them. He began to panic, his
heartbeat rushing wildly, as he pumped the last of his
cum into her.
She was coming down from her incredible orgasm and only
just realised that the glass collector had spoken. She
noticed the girls too and quickly wrapped her arms
around Jim's neck. She kissed him feverishly, almost a
thank you for the level she had just attained, and
stayed in place as the strength died out of her
support.
Her legs wrapped around his and she hung to him,
kissing and hanging and rubbing almost violently now.
As he shrunk inside her, little did he know that his
movements were building another crescendo inside her.
She squeezed harder and harder to get him to
strengthen, but to no avail. The tightness of her
clenches popped him out, and in that last movement she
shuddered to a brief but explosive orgasm. In his ear,
she whispered as she proceeded "MYGOD! I'm coming
again."
The smell of the juices from her wafted up to him,
almost perfume in their fragrance. She smelled so sweet
he had the instantaneous urge to want to eat her out.
But in such an obvious position, there wasn't much he
could do but appear to support her by her buttocks,
whilst reaching around and rubbing her slightly.
He knew she was capable of yet another ascent to the
incredible levels of ecstasy and rapture that they had
just experienced, but he had been exhausted. Perhaps
without the glass collector he could have managed quite
a few more times, but his spirit had left.
She lowered herself from him and, before separating,
took the time to replace his member inside his jeans,
lifting the cotton undergarment into place before
lifting the zipper. Experience with pubic hair and
zippers, she reminded herself, led to an unhappy
ending.
His first action was to lick the five fingers of the
hand that had entered her, and the taste was
incredible. Like a musty flower the scent he smelled
transformed into a taste that transfixed him. The
combination of both their juices had seemed to make a
cocktail of pure perfection.
He gave her a taste and she smiled, her lips encircling
his fingers emulating the erotic oral intercourse he so
desparately wanted to undergo. The look in her eyes as
her tongue flitted about his fingernail almost re-
invigorated his spirit. But this was no place for a
romance, they would have to find another time or place.
She released a stealthy sound from her lips, holding
him closer and looking him in the eye. "Your place or
mine."
END
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