The lights are dim, a gray haze drifts above despite Nazi like no smoking laws. I hold you close to me protectively.
I look around at the other couples. I watch them going through the motions together in dances of grace, or lack there of.
I've come to live for these nights together. I caress you through the tight leather encasing your curvacious form. I grin to myself as I feel myself harden a little.
Slowly I pull down the zipper to expose you.
"My god how beautiful you are." I whisper.
I look around to see if anyone is watching. I know it excites you to be in public places like this.
No one is watching, except Ted. I look at the rented thing hanging on his arm like a leach. Gaudy, trashy and cheep. Just the way he likes. Showing signs of heavy use he will discard her quickly before the night is out.
I slide a hand softly across your smooth skin. The exotic color again causes a thrill in my spine. I slip first one finger and then a second into your holes. You almost cling to me, perfectly, like you were made just for my use.
I remember when I first found you.
Discarded. Abandoned. Misused.
I took you someplace safe, got you cleaned up. I think it was your beautiful round curves that first caught my eyes. How your skin shown in the light. A color I had never tried before let an air of the taboo about you.
Then there was our first night together. It was perfect. How you shown under the glittering light, how well we moved together after the first hesitant steps. You gave me every thing I could ask for.
I've never been so lucky as that night.
I filled all you holes exactly right. My god how beautifully you responded to my touch. Slipping free only to be caught and quickly used again.
I look over at Ted. I hear him bragging to himself. It must be to himself since I'm not listening to him. You're my only focus as I pull you to me. Unseen I place a soft kiss upon you. I tuck you in tight as I slip a third finger into you. You settle perfectly onto my hand. I feel myself harden almost painfully. It pushes against my zipper threatening release.
I caress your delicate curves. I feel my breathing quicken.
My time is close. I can tell you're excited as well.