Moisture - Sex Stories

Moisture

I think about meeting a dark, wild woman at a bar or a club. There is an immediate visceral attraction between us. We don't immediately succumb to it, however. We're both smart willful people and the control we have to exert makes the anticipation of what we both know is inevitable that much sweeter. We engage in that kind of masked erotic fencing people do in that kind of situation; looking at each other over the rims of our glasses, both getting somewhat buzzed, slowly losing the few inhibitions we started out with. Finally we move to the dance floor, and the whole time she's looking at me with smoldering eyes. We dance, fast, at first, and I watch the way her body moves in her little black dress. After a while we stop speaking. Then we move closer, and start to grind against each other, our hands on one another. She's warm and firm and I can feel her muscles playing under her clothes, her skin is dewy. I can smell her, it's good. Her hands slide over my back, down over my ass, and mine are in the small of her back, pressing her hips against mine. She nips at my ear, and whispers, "come on", and leads me by the hand out the back door. There's a warm rain coming down outside, we can vaguely hear but not see other people in the alley. The atmosphere is thick and heavy with our smells and those of the city. She reaches up and hooks a hand around my neck and we crash against a the wet, rough brick wall, and my hand finds its way between her legs... we can hear the others ...

... giggling about us, we don't care, we just don't want to be interrupted. We move farther down the alley, where it's even darker... We stumble, clutching and groping at each other back into the alley and a loading dock with a set of railed stairs next to it resolves itself out of the gloom. She grins at me, gleaming teeth in an olive face, and digs in her little bag without looking. With one hand in the center of my chest she pushes me against the rail, it's cold against my back, the rain on it soaking through. She tears the package savagely with those white teeth, pops the condom into her mouth. She squats in front of me and yanks open my fly. I start to speak and she shushes me. Then she does the trick, my cock is inside her mouth and she uses her lips to roll the condom down over me. My dick feels like the railing I'm leaning against now, except warm. Her mouth is hot on me and her hair is soft and long around my fingers. She gives a humming chuckle; I can feel her smiling around me as I gasp. I feel guilty that I'm not doing more for her, and eager to. So I tuck my fingers under her chin and pull her up to me. "Thanks", I whisper, and kiss those firm lips warmly. Then I turn her around so that we switch positions, and ruck her dress up over her hips. One of her garters comes loose when I do that and just starts flapping around. I notice that her expensive looking, simply cut satin panties are damp and fragrant as I rip them off her. She says, "-Wait you don't have to-" but ...