Going Away Present
"I've liked you for a while," Jessica said, touching my arm. Her fingers felt cool on my warm flesh. The volume of the bar jukebox made her lean in closer. "I was just too shy to say anything. But you're leaving... so I figured it's now or never," said she.
"I'm glad you said something," said I.
I reached out and touched her hip. Her hand slid up my arm as I did so. I pulled her close. I could feel her breathing accelerate. Her sweet, vodka cranberry scented breath pulled my mouth to hers.
We kissed tentatively at first. Pressing our lips together, testing pressure and intensity. I began to get hard. I pressed my cock against her body. She responded by opening her mouth and sliding her tongue along mine. I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to me. She rubbed my still rising cock with her thigh. I reached down low and brought my hand up between her thighs from the rear. Her crotch radiated heat I could feel through her tight black leggings. She gasped when I ran my finger between her swelling pussy lips. I bent a little at the waist and reached farther. I felt her clit. She stiffened and dug her nails into my shoulder.
"Let's get out of here," I rumbled in her ear.
"No time," she panted. She took my hand and led me to the back of the bar, to the restrooms. She pushed open the door to the ladies. Without looking to see if it was empty she pulled me in and shoved me towards an empty stall. I slammed the door behind her and slid the bolt into place. She was already undoing my belt. She got it open, unbuttoned my pants, and drove her hand inside my boxer shorts. Exquisite pleasure as she gripped my rock hard dick.
I tore at her blouse, opening the first few buttons then pulling it open in my haste. I pinched the clasp of her bra, popping it open with a snapping motion, and bent my head to her breast. I sucked on one nipple while I squeezed the other. I bit down lightly. She jumped and groaned. I held her nipple in my teeth, maintaining slightly too much pressure, and scraped down and off her nipple. She squeaked and rubbed my cock harder. I slid my hands down her belly and cupped her sex in my palm. I began to massage it, reveling in the heat and moisture I could feel even though her panties and leggings.
I slid my hand inside her pants. She wet my finger completely without putting it inside her. She was hot, ready. I moved my finger to the front of her vagina to rub her clit. It stiffened. She moaned and her legs buckled for a split second. I held her strong. She wasn't getting away from me.
I rotated my finger in a gentle circle, careful to keep her clit centered on my fingertip. She moaned again, louder this time. She stroked my cock fast and hard. The friction felt incredible. I moaned from deep in my throat.
I slid my finger the length of her vagina and pushed it inside her. There was no resistance. Her pussy was soaked. I fingered her, matching her strokes, hard and fast. She let out little ohs in time with my thrusting, raising in pitch the longer it went on. I curled my finger searching for her g spot. I found it. Her breathing became so fast and ragged that she didn't make any other sounds. Her legs began to tremble slightly. I felt her pussy squeezing my finger and I knew she was getting close. I pulled back a little, slid in another finger and resumed my effort. My cock was still in her hand but she was no longer stroking.
I pulled my fingers from her, whipping her pants and underwear down. I put both fingers back in, curling them and thrusting vigorously. I felt her pussy push and contract and squeeze and gush hot cum. She found her voice and began to wail with her orgasm. It was most definitely loud enough to be heard in the bar, loud jukebox or not, so I covered her mouth with my hand. I didn't stop working her spot. I flattened my hand a bit so my palm could work her clit while my fingers relentlessly pounded her from the inside. She wailed again, still so loud even though I was covering her mouth. I dropped my hand to her throat and choked her. She groaned thickly. Her face quickly turned red and her eyes rolled back in her head. She came again, this time so hard she managed to push my fingers out of her. She bucked. Her bare ass slapped the side of the stall. I pulled my hand from inside her and, making my hand flat so my fingers were a ridged plank, started to rub her clit fast back and forth. Just as I thought her orgasm was reaching a peak I let go of her throat. Oxygen came pouring back into her as she gasped and panted. She squirted a hot jet of cum. It soaked my hand and her pants around her knees.
When her climax finished she looked at me with horny, aggressive passion. She dropped to her knees, not caring her feet poked into the stall next to us. Her mouth was hot and delicious as she wrapped it around the head of my cock. She sucked at the tip and cupped my balls. It was my turn to gasp and moan. Then she slowly, deliberately, slid my cock the rest of the way in her mouth. It met resistance at the top of her throat. She gagged a little, pulled her head back and went to work.
She bobbed and sucked. She followed her mouth with her hand, jerking me off at the same time as she sucked me. More than once in her enthusiasm she bore down too quickly and forcefully, causing her to gag. I felt my orgasm beginning to coalesce at the base of my pelvis, behind my balls. She pulled my penis out of her mouth with a pop. She stroked me. She lifted my cock up and ran her tongue along the underside, dropped it down and licked all the way around the head as if she were licking a dripping ice cream cone. She stuck it back in her mouth and renewed her efforts, sucking hard and fast, hand once again right outside her lips, jerking me as she sucked.
She dropped her hand from my shaft to my balls, bending all the way to her task. My cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged but pushed her head forward. I felt a sudden pressure wrap the tip of my dick. She pushed harder and my cock went further past the back of her throat. She had swallowed my cock. She held it there allowing me to wallow in the pleasure. Then she pulled back with a gasp. Long tendrils of white spit were on my cock, her hand, and her face. The image turned me on even more if that was possible.
She did it again, just the same. Slowly sliding my penis in her mouth until it met the back of her throat, a small cough and gag as she pushed past the tight opening, immense pleasure. This time when she held me in her throat I pushed her head farther down. Her lips pressed hard against my pelvis. I fucked her face for a few strokes, feeling the tightness swell my cock.
I came, the first shot of cum going straight down her throat. She backed off, gasping and coughing but she didn't let my spasming cock escape her mouth. She sucked and stroked me as rope after rope of sperm pulsated from me. Three hard pumps in a row, fat juicy loads filled her mouth. She sucked with her head tilted slightly to the side. I ejaculated more. I slapped the wall of the stall and howled. She swallowed every drop, smiling at me and opening her mouth to show me it was gone.