The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 02

... his pants, so eager to push himself up against the soft flesh of her derriere.

After a while she straightened her legs, still with her feet outside of his, and bent at the waist, reaching down to touch her ankles, and making a presentation of her rear end to him. She clenched and released her buttocks, first simultaneously, and then one after the other. How did she do that, he wondered?

Then she ran her fingers up under her hair, and, still facing away from him, held her upper body still while making her entire lower body from her knees to her thighs to her hips and especially her ass swivel and rock, like a destroyer in a 30-foot swell.

He normally could touch Al any time he wanted, and he did, several times a day; and she enjoyed it, and playfully groped him almost as often. But not being able to touch her right now, even if it was only temporary and part of a game, was driving him crazy. He wanted to reach out and grab her by the waist and pull her down on his lap, nestle his throbbing erection into the crevice between her cheeks, and grind against her, make her feel his arousal, from her pubic mound to her tailbone.

And then he thought about her performing a dance like this for other men, other men having the same view he had right now, other men's hands and laps and straining erections in this close proximity to his fiancé's lovely swaying bottom, and he got dizzy.

The song ended and another one came on. He recognized this one but couldn't name the ...

... artist. In the seconds between songs, Al pushed herself up off him, turned around, and straddled him, her hands on the back of seat behind his shoulders, her lower torso still undulating a mere inch above his crotch. His hands remained under his thighs. He looked at her lovely face. She was getting into her act; her lips were parted, and her eyes were heavily lidded, as if she was avoiding making eye contact with him, like he was just another random stranger to dance for and get it over with. The thought made his heart clench.

Finally, late in the second song, she opened her eyes and broke into a grin, as if unable to stay in character any longer. Then she settled onto his lap, fully, provocatively. It suddenly occurred to him that her legs were just tired; she had been dancing in a squat for five or six minutes now. He tried not to grin in amusement. Besides, he could feel the heat from her pussy, pressing intensely through a couple of layers of fabric against the fleshy underside of his raging cock. He liked that.

Then he thought about other men feeling the same thing. It made him slightly nauseous; but it also made his dick twitch. Al noticed and smirked at him.

She moved her hands from the chairback to his shoulders and locked her eyes onto his. "So," she said, huskily. "What's your name?"

John made a rumbling sound in his throat, imagining his pretty fiancé asking that question of some stranger. Some stranger who was flexing his hips to grind his cock against her ...