Marion Norris pressed against Len Dewey as they danced in a shadowy part of the dance floor that had been set up for the wedding reception. As their bodies moved together, she let her hands roam lightly over the young man's bottom. At the same time she felt his cock, which felt as if it was getting larger by the second, pressing against her belly. She heard the young man's soft murmur of delight and felt him shudder.
Len pushed his hips even tighter against the woman he was dancing with and slid his hands onto her firm bottom, tugging her tighter against him.
"You like that, do you?" Marion whispered into Len's ear. She knew he was getting very turned on, and so was she!
Marion, the school secretary, had come to the wedding looking for something she was no longer getting at home. Her husband arrived home late the night before and got in bed without touching her. He smelled of booze and perfume, so it didn't really bother Marion that he hadn't touched her. He was a jerk! Then, as usual, he headed out on another trip he insisted his company demanded he take.
She didn't need her husband. There had to be other men who wanted her, and she made up her mind that the wedding she was going to was as good a place as any to find one. When she arrived at the wedding reception, she spotted Len, a bulky, good-looking young man who had been in the same graduating class as the groom, standing alone at the edge of the crowd, watching other couples dance.
Len Dewey was one of the few black people in Jamestown, and as a result he'd encountered problems socially during his high school days, and he continued to have them. All of the attractive black women in town could be counted on the fingers of one hand, and most of them were already spoken for. As a result, Len didn't date much.
Marion gazed across the dance floor at the young man. He was quite attractive, and really was only a few years younger than she was. Marion, who'd grown up in a rural community where no blacks lived, found herself growing more and more intrigued by the handsome young black man.
After watching the young man for a while and noticing that he seldom danced, Marion screwed up her courage, walked across the yard, and asked the young man if he wanted to dance with her. One dance led to another, and the more they danced the more heated their embraces while dancing became.
"Mrs. Norris..." Len groaned, his hips twisting and turning. He wasn't sure about this. He knew that even in this day and age, there were a lot of people in town who wouldn't take too kindly to the fact that he was dancing with a white woman. "Godddd!! Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
"You better believe I do, Len," Marion purred. "Because you're having the exact same effect on me."
Len glanced down at the woman in his arms. He'd considered pinching himself when Mrs. Norris asked him to dance. He remembered her from high school. She was one of the people who'd always been nice to him and had treated him as if he were no different from any of the other students. He also thought she was one of the prettiest women he knew and was surprised that she was at the wedding reception alone.
The young man's eyes surveyed the woman he held. She was quite slim and had long, wavy brown hair that framed her very attractive face. Tonight, instead of the prim outfits she wore when he knew her at school, she had on a red blazer, white blouse, and snug black mini-skirt. Len wasn't sure, but when she walked, her breasts bounced, which made him think she might not be wearing a bra! He couldn't take his eyes off her.
When Mrs. Norris first asked him to dance, Len couldn't believe his ears. The minute they were on the dance floor, she pressed her body against his, and his cock began to swell. Now it felt as if it was going to explode.
As the evening progressed darkness fell, but the dancing continued. When the band stopped to take a break, Marion clutched the young man's hand and drew him to a shadowy corner of Heidi's huge back yard, well away from the rest of the guests.
When she was sure they couldn't be seen by the other guests, Marion turned to the young man, put her hand behind his head, and pulled his face down to hers. Their lips joined and thrills rushed through her.
Len could barely fathom what was happening. He had kissed women before, but no kiss he'd ever had gave him the thrills this one did. "Ah...would...would you like to go somewhere?" he stammered, when the kiss finally ended.
"Yes!" Marion replied, her voice husky. "I'd like that very much! Come on!" She couldn't wait, she had to do something with him now! She looked around desperately then, taking her companion's hand, tugged him toward the garage.
Marion dragged the stunned young man into the garage, locked the door behind them, and then turned to him. Len took a step toward her and took her in his arms. Marion pressed against him and their lips met in another torrid kiss. Her arms locked around the boy and her tongue lashed the inside of his mouth.
Len, his mind swimming with frantic emotions, tightened his embrace and, as the kiss continued, he heard Marion groan into his mouth and felt her thrust her pelvis against his hard-on.
Len, so aroused he no longer cared that he was with a white woman, unbuttoned Marion's blazer and blouse. Delighted to find she wore no bra, as he'd suspected, he began sucking her nipples while she clutched him, groaning. He was acutely aware there was a danger of their being discovered, but he didn't care. He was too turned on. A hundred white-sheeted Klansmen couldn't have kept him from groping Mrs. Norris's overheated body.
Len slid his hand between Marion's slim legs, then he pushed it upward, shoving her short skirt up as he did. Finally, he cupped his hand on her pussy and discovered it was sopping wet with excitement.
"Ohhhh!!! Godddd!!!" Marion groaned, wriggling her pelvis against the young man's hand. She had no idea she'd get this lucky at the reception! Len was wonderful. "Godddd!!! Oh, Godddddd!!!"
Len wanted to make love with Mrs. Norris desperately, but wasn't sure how to do that here in the garage. Making love on the dirty concrete floor was out. They were almost naked, and the yard was filled with people, so there was no way to get out of the garage and to the house, or anywhere else, for that matter.
He looked at the car next to them, reached out, and checked the door handle. It was locked. Damn! Then, as his eyes desperately searched the garage, an idea came to him. The hood of the car might be just the right height... Len grabbed his companion picked her up, and set her on the hood of the car. It was just the right height.
Len stripped off Marion's pantyhose and panties then, after opening his pants and pushing them down, he moved between her legs and took her in his arms again. Once more their lips fused.
Marion, thrilled, knew exactly what Len had in mind. She slid her hand between their overheated bodies, found the young man's cock, and began caressing it, massaging the juices oozing from the tip into the shaft. She couldn't believe how hard, hot, and big it felt! Finally, too aroused to wait any longer, she released the swollen cudgel and leaned back on her outstretched arms. "Take me, Len!! Now!!!" she cried. She was so turned on, so wild with need, she didn't care where they were. She wanted to experience his cock plunging into her! She had to have it!
Len, as aroused as his companion, plunged his rigid cock into her and felt shivers of joy race up his back as he slid in. This was the wildest thing he'd ever done! Powerfully he slammed against Mrs. Norris, sliding her back and forth on the car's smooth painted metal surface.
Marion, experiencing need which was the equal of Len's, yanked him against her, glorying in the feelings she experienced as the young man's swollen rod slid in and out of her.
"Lennnnnnnnn!!! Oh, Lorddddddddddddd!!! Yesssssss!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she whimpered. She wrapped her arms around him and clutched him, shuddering violently when an incredibly intense orgasm ripped through her. "Ohhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
