She accepted his outstretched hand as she rose to her feet abandoning a clear plastic cup half full of chardonnay. Her temptation was to quickly adjust her clothes, but she did not want him to sense any uncertainty.
She was wearing a front zippered pinstriped corset top that boosted her smallish breasts into succulent mounds. She did pull slightly at the hem of her stretchy black mini as she rose. Her legs were bare from her red heels up to where they met at the smooth skin of her shaved mound. She had not worn anything beneath her skirt as a test to see if her clueless husband would discover her secret. To this point he had not, and his lack of curiosity was becoming a barrier to her responsiveness. As she moved forward to the dance floor with this handsome stranger, she felt a surge of lubrication that made her blush. They stepped onto the raised dance floor, a walled mirror facing them and she saw a striking couple. He was lean and muscular with narrow hips and broad shoulders; she, by comparison, pale, a small waist, and urgent of body.
The dance began with the two facing each other, and then he took her hand and twirled her halfway around and drew her into a close gyrating embrace. The move was so smooth, it seemed natural for her to curl into his arms with his pelvis against her buttocks and his arms around her.
She looked down at the mounds of her breasts. The pink aureoles surrounding her tightening nipples had risen above the cups of her corset.
"Those are very nice," he whispered into her ear.
"Do you like them?" she asked and pushed herself against his growing member that strained against her buttocks.
"Very much," he said.
She broke his hold and turned to face him and the mirror that rose behind him. In a deft motion she unzipped her top and the elasticized fabric separated giving an unobstructed view of her perky tits.
"Do you still like them?" His answer was to cup them gently in his strong hands and draw his lips down to taste their sweetness. She felt herself gasp as her own hands explored the long ridge beneath his trousers that had so distinctly pressed against her derriere while they danced.
"Could we get around that crowd?" she asked when her breath returned. The invitation was unmistakable. She wanted to go with him to one of the private rooms where couples could have sex unseen by the usual pack of voyeurs.
"Where there's a will," he offered. "I'll follow you anywhere."
She led the way through the crowd. "Excuse me," she cooed with each step as a path opened.
At one point she suddenly stopped and he bumped against her. In an instant, his hand slipped up under her skirt and between her liquid thighs. "I think you are as excited as I am," he said as she led him to the bedroom that had a full length mirror. She had liked what she had seen on the dance floor; now she wanted to see everything from all directions. The door was open, they quickly entered and shut themselves in.
The sounds drifting over the walls sounded like a cheap porno movie; a woman's voice called for more and the crowd urged the next man forward.
In the mirrored room, time moved in slow- motion. The urgency that had her pushing through the crowd had abandoned her and she, instead, savored every moment. She reopened the corset she had sealed through the journey through the crowd. His hands and lips resumed their eager exploration. She unbuttoned his shirt and moved her hands over the ebony steel pecs until she fond his tiny nipples. Their eyes met for a long count ending when their hungry mouths and tongues became furious.
Her skirt slid quickly down around her ankles, his pants were open and she knelt to meet his hefty shaft. It was too thick to encircle with her small hand, but she pulled it to her lips nonetheless.
"I know," he said. "You're going to say it's too big."
"No," she corrected, "I was going to say it's beautiful. I'll try to do it justice."
"I must admit," he said lovingly, "I've never heard that one." She managed to wrap her lips over its swollen head which emerged shining from her mouth. She stood and kissed him again, their tongues again reaching and exploring.
"I want you to fuck me," she said. The crudeness of her language excited him even more.
"I have a condom," he said reaching for his abandoned pants.
"No," she said. "This is going to be real."
He scooped her up and put her on her back, dropping his head down between her open thighs. Her first orgasm came when his tongue found her clit. Her second when he navigated his fingers though her liquid folds to her vaginal opening. She yielded completely to his touch knowing that she was being readied for a cock too big for her mouth, but not for her imagination.
Then he was over her. She felt something blunt sliding across her thighs and coming to rest against her womanhood. There was increasing pressure, mounting pressure; then a slide forward and she screamed.
