It had been so long since I held you that I was unsure when you asked me to dance. Had it been two years?? The ache was immediately back in my heart. "Come on Jimmy, just one dance," you cooed. Torn between a need to say something mean and the desire to hold you close, just one more time, I followed you out onto the crowded dance floor. I was not the only one who noticed you had worn your come-fuck-me heels and that short little black dress that was oh, so inappropriate for a wedding, and yet oh so appropriate for a wedding reception.
As you turned to melt back into my arms it felt just like yesterday. That was how it had all started before, except that time it was me urging you to come for "Just one slow dance." Pulling you against me, I immediately felt again the welling desire ignited by the feel of your firm breasts and those hardened nipples pressing into my chest. As you shook your hair free of the clip you wore, the sexy picture was complete. My arousal was immediate, driven by the memory of you close and naked pressing your kitty to my lips. The memories exploding in my brain were accented by the smell of Poison on your neck and hair and your soft lips next to my ear. "MMMMMmmm," you breathed warmly "I've missed you so."
Any thoughts of asking how you liked being back with your hubby were quickly quelled by the burning desire to hold you for as long as I could. The lingering question was why you decided to run crying out that first and last night, with my swollen cock, busting from the teasing you gave me, hitting cold air as you suddenly jumped up and ran away. I could still feel the pain you had left deep in my nut sack. No, no mean words could pass my lips as every fiber in my body cried out to hold you close once again. My brain was in overdrive trying to find some way for my thick and swollen member to once again be surrounded by your velvet pussy, slick with the juices of your own desire and my pre-cum.
"Did you miss me?" you asked, so coy, while rubbing your flat tummy against my now engorged cock.
"Don't you care who is looking at us?" I asked, my hands now sliding down your sweet firm ass, as I was now fully engaged in playing your little game.
"It is just one dance, so don't get too excited," you teased. Then sliding your hand between us, I was treated to that sultry smile as you then lifted up on your toes to kiss me, all the while giving my swollen cock a squeeze. Bending down to kiss you I lost all awareness of the music that was playing. My universe was centered on catching that sexy little tongue twirling around mine. The fire flowing between us sent memories flooding back into my head and groin of how you had done that to my engorged cock head the first and only night we slept together.
"I only came because I wanted to see if you would cum," and with that you twirled around to place your backside firmly against my now fully erect shaft. The music had changed to a Latin beat, so to the world we were just changing our dance to meet the music. But we both knew we were now fully locked in a mating ritual that could only end when you were sitting once again fully impaled by the cock that had scared you so much the first time. As you shook your ass like a wanton slut, your skirt rode up over your thigh high stockings. It was clear that nothing was thin enough to be hidden from my view; you were bare-ass naked under that silk dress. Standing up you leaned back to kiss me while grinding harder. "I want you to cum in your pants baby, so you can take your time with me later."
My desire was again at a boil and though you only smiled as you kissed me, I heard that repeated in my head, "I want you to cum in your pants baby, so you can take your time with me later..." One second I think I'm getting back onto control, then you hit me with this wild idea of a dry hump, in clear public view, just like some horny teenagers. I grabbed your hips and surrendered to the passion you have ignited within me. I pressed my cock, now straining for release, firmly against your hot ass and grind back against you with the lust and intensity that made you almost fall off your heels. As you stood up and leaned back once again to kiss me, you breathed, "Fuck me" into my open mouth. I took that opportunity to rub my hand across your breast. Hidden by your long hair and the dim light, it found your swollen nipple just under the edge of the lace trim of your dress, your firm breast covered in a fine sheen of sweat that ignited a fire in my senses with the release of your perfume.
As the song ended you pulled away, making me groan, knowing we had no excuse to stay out on the dance floor. I could feel my pre-cum coating the inside of my shorts and trickling down to my balls. I had been oh, so close and I was sure you would leave me once again in agony. Then you smiled a wicked, lustful smile at me and said "Come on." Leading off the dance floor you kept me aroused by placing my hand firmly onto your ass and then holding it there with yours. I could feel the softness of your ass and your tight cheeks ripple under my finger tips as you walked briskly back to the table.
By the time we crossed the room to a table currently unoccupied I had positive confirmation that you had on neither panties or thong. I smiled as I realized that the squish sound I was hearing was from your slick and swollen nether lips rubbing together as we walked. When we sat down you kissed me deeply and then just as I was getting into sucking your tongue you again pulled away. "Want some cake?" you asked, and before I could answer you darted away.
My mind was occupied with thoughts of how hard your nipples had been with my fingers just barely brushing them. I thought back to our one time together and how hot you became when I licked and teased your clitty while massaging your nipples. Just as I was pulling up the taste of you from the deep recess of my favorite erotic memories, you were back with a plate and a small piece of cake. "Hey, where is the frosting?" I asked, taking notice that the cake had been scraped clean.
"See for yourself," you replied, and with that you turned towards me, spread you legs wide under the table and handed me a spoon. "I would much rather use my tongue," I teased as I bent forward, my hand going under the table cloth and reaching for the object of my burning desire. Scraping the spoon up inside your legs I could feel your soft skin burning with heat as I neared your shaved pussy.
Suddenly, as you once again pressed your tongue deep into my mouth, my fingers were surrounded with a wet slick goo that could not be all you. Using the spoon I scraped what I thought would be a good helping and as the white frosting, coated in your ample juices, came into to view, you again firmly took my swollen cock into your hand and said "Eat me now, baby, NOW!" I could hardly contain myself as our eyes locked and the first taste of you touched my lips. That was it. I could contain myself no more, and as I licked the spoon with my extended tongue, teasing you with a promise of pleasure to come, your vibrating hand pulling on my cock sent me into a tremendous explosion. Almost blacking out I could feel wave upon wave of eruption, with each spasm answered with your encouragement "Yes baby, cum for me."
