I arrived at the club where we were meeting that night, dressed to impress in knee high black leather boots, a short black skirt, and a leopard print halter style tank top that was just low enough to make my push-up strapless bra a more than worthwhile investment. I was intentionally a little late; I figured making you wait would only add to your anticipation. And I could tell by your walk that I was correct in my assumption. You hurried over to me before anyone else, friends or otherwise, could get the chance to talk to me. We exchanged pleasantries as you led me to a more quiet booth in the back of the dance club.
Sitting down very close beside me, you ran your fingers lightly over the tops of my bulging breasts and whispered how great I looked tonight, lingering for a second to lightly exhale your hot breath into my ear. I shivered and smiled at you, then turned my attention to the multitudes who were oblivious to us as they danced and laughed on the dance floor. I moved one hand to your knee and lightly traced random patterns on your upper thigh, asking you to go and grab a drink for us. You obliged, and as you were busy at the bar I slipped out of my barely existent thong and balled it up tightly in my fist. You returned, and we sipped on the beverages while chatting and flirting.
After a while I nonchalantly slipped the thong into your pocket; a sign you knew by now meant I was ready for more than idle conversation and whispered desires. Catching my not-so-sly wink, you took my hand and led me to the dance floor. Though both of us knew we wouldn't be staying much longer, we wanted to socialize at least a little bit before, as always, heading off to be alone. You casually ran your hand up the back of my thigh, under my skirt. Grabbing onto my ass, your fingers searched with needful urgency towards my wet pussy.
Trying not to be too obvious, you could barely reach and managed only to tease my quivering lips with the tips of your fingers. I hung on to you and we danced, close, you with your hand up my skirt and me rubbing up against your now hard cock. Face to face and beginning to breath harder, we agreed without speaking that it was time to go. We rushed out of the club and over to your car. You kissed me, and backed me up until I was leaning on the hood of your car, pressing yourself against me. I laughed and wriggled away, telling you to wait until we got back to the room. Reluctantly, you agreed and we sped back hastily.
In the elevator, you abruptly hit the stop button and then grabbed me tightly, pushing my back into the corner wall. Without meaning to, I giggled just a little. You smiled as you unzipped your pants and your hard cock came thrusting out into the air. Fortunately the elevator had small railings, a fact which you had apparently noted before as you guided one of my legs, then the other on to the rails. I was now spread wide open and my cunt dripped, just begging to have you inside of me.
You didn't keep me waiting long before plunging deep inside of me, then in and out in shallow, rhythmic strokes. You leaned back a little so you could watch your stiff cock go in and out of my pussy. This turned you on even more and you began thrusting into me hard and deep. You knew I couldn't take much of this without cumming, but since you were already really hot, you came just as I began to hit the peak of my orgasm. I moaned softly, then begged for you to fuck me hard.
