The Safety Dance

Marion's breath was coming in short, ragged gasps as her panting mind chased after an elusive orgasm. Her fingers tightened their grip on Jack's head as he laboured deep in the fur of her pussy, licking, sucking, searching for her pleasure like a buried treasure. With small pushes she tried to steer his tongue, guiding it in its pursuit of the phantasm of her desire.

"There!" she thought to herself. "Almost... A little higher... lower! A bit to the left... almost... almost..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Hard knocks on the door like the Hammer of Doom.

Jack looked up from between her thighs. "That'll be John."

"God! Tell him to take a walk around the block or something!"

But Jack was already straightening his shirt and wiping his face, heading for the door. "We're three flights up, and we don't want to be late."

More knocking. Jack opened the door. John noted the flush on Jack's face and the disarray of his shirt tails.

"Woah ho!" he laughed in triumph. "You kids were totally at it, weren't you?!"

Jack's blush deepened. "Maybe." He said with a small, satisfied grin.

"Haha! I knew it! Well tuck your shirt in Mr. Stud and finish cleaning your face!"

Marion came out from where she'd been putting herself back together. "Hi John!" she said with a bright smile, make up perfect, face calm. Marion as usual looked stunning and elegant. A pearl grey tank top draped over her full, round breasts. Their free movement and the top's low neckline showing her braless state. A mid-thigh black skirt hugged her curving, shapely thighs. Black stockings and four inch black pumps shaped her calves into a pin-up dream.

"Wow! Marion! Stunning as always." John said admiringly.

Marion smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thanks John. You boys ready?"

There was a New Wave band playing at a club downtown and they had made arrangements to meet their friends there. But their apartment was on John's way, so he stopped by so they could walk in together. As the three friends walked and made small talk, Jack hugged Marion close, his hand caressing her bottom gently. Marion smiled to herself, noting John's sideways glances at her bobbing breasts.

They got to the club and happily found that their friends had secured a booth for all of them. Marion didn't want to be standing near the bar all night in four inch heels. She slid in on the end of the bench. Drinks were ordered. Stories were told. Marion amused them all telling tales of customers at the cheese shop where she worked, bending low to show off her cleavage to Jack's friends as she did.

"'Haven't you got Velveeta?' he asks. 'Sir,' I say 'this is an imported cheeses shop and fine bakery.' 'Well,' he says back 'isn't Velveeta Italian?'"

All this time Jack had his hand on her thigh, stroking up and down, up and down, slowly seeking ever higher. Marion kept talking with a straight face, regaling the table with more stories as Jack's fingers, finding the top of her stockings, slipping over to the inside of her thigh. Marion turned a little towards him and parted her legs slightly, letting him search even higher, letting him seek his prize. Marion hitched the side of her skirt up a bit, showing some garter and naked thigh to the other patrons, to allow Jack to push even further up on the other side without the skirt hem binding.

The band started up, covering a lot of New Wave hits and interspersing some of their own tunes. 'Mirror in the Bathroom' 'We Got the Beat' and 'Electric Avenue' were pretty good, played with a lot of driving energy. But their 'Girls Just Want to Have Fun' didn't quite make it. 'What I Like About You' however lit up the room. Marion was dancing in her seat, breasts jiggling and bouncing, hair swishing back and forth as she sang along between drinks.

"What I like about you!

You really know how to dance..."

Jack was meanwhile trying to keep a straight face and pay attention to his friends while fingers searched higher up her thigh, encountering the soft fuzz of Marion's bare pussy. He made eye contact and they smiled at each other over their drinks. Gently he started brushing his fingers up and down her slit and trying to circle her clitoris. He could feel her getting wet as he stroked. Marion's seat dancing to the pulsating music pushed her pussy into his fingers rhythmically. Everyone was watching the band, conversation ended by the music flooding the room. Jack leaned over to kiss her neck. He took the opportunity to switch arms, getting a better angle on Marion's thigh with his outside left hand. With his right he encircled her waist and pulled her closer to him.

The band moved onto "Safety Dance". John groaned "God, 'Men Without Talent' more like!"

Marion just kept seat dancing to the music. Singing softly along

"We can dance, we can dance, everything out of control..."

He kissed her again behind the ear. "You are so beautiful," he whispered in her ear. Marion's answering moan of passion was drowned out in the music and she continued to dance in her seat, rubbing her pussy against his fingers.

With a loud CRACK! The band started playing "Whip It!" Marion jumped in surprise. With a gasp she felt two of Jack's fingers slid inside of her. Jack leaned closer. "Like that?" he whispered. "Hmmmm?"

Marion kept grinding on Jack's fingers as they slid back and forth in her wetness. "Oh God yes!" she whispered back breathily, putting her tongue in his ear.

Marion's breathing was coming faster now. She took a drink hiding her flushing skin behind her glass. Biting her lip to keep from crying out, she leaned into Jack's shoulder. He felt her quiver against him. Jack took his hand up from under the table to grab his drink. John met his eyes with a massive grin. He leaned closer. "Holy cow guys! You'd better get a room before you fuck her on the table." John winked "Not that I'd mind seeing that."

Marion smiled faintly. She turned to kiss Jack on the lips. "Take me home, love" she whispered.

"Right folks," Jack announced to the table, leaving some bills to cover their share. "We're off. Early day tomorrow." Marion smoothed her skirt and got up. "Yeah," she smiled. "Gotta work tomorrow."

John raised his glass in a salute. "Uh huh. You kids have fun!"

The young lovers walked home briskly, eager to get to bed. They turned off onto a quiet street, passing an old factory. Jack's bladder was bursting. "Can't wait. Gotta make a stop."

They ducked down the side of the old brick building. Cracked asphalt crunched under foot. Weeds grew along an old wooden fence and up against the building, throwing strange deeper shadows in the darkness. In a pool of darkness between the streetlight and a security light they stopped. Jack unzipped and began urinating against the wall. Marion squatted down and hitched her skirt up. Spreading her feet, she began urinating too. Jack finished. Drawn by the acid tang of the smell of Marion's urine like a beast in heat, he moved closer to her, his penis still protruding from his fly.

Marion looked up, seeing shadows in shadows, but she sensed Jack's wordless desire. Reaching up she felt the tip of his flesh. She opened her mouth and pulled him in, licking the tip of his cock, the drip of urine still clinging to it salty on her tongue. His cock started to swell, getting bound up in the opening of his under wear. Jack briefly removed himself from her mouth, pulling his pants and underwear down to give Marion full access to his erection. Marion caressed his balls, brushing the hairs gently. Then she grasped his hard thick cock and lifted it up so that she could take a testicle in her mouth, sucking on it slowly while she stroked his shaft. Jack groaned.

Pointing her tongue she then ran it up the length of his shaft, spending extra time to make tiny circles on the soft tight skin under his bulbous purple head. She assumed it was purple, she couldn't really tell in the shadows. But it was fat and smooth and engorged with lust as she wrapped her lips and tongue around it. Slowly, tongue swirling, she swallowed Jack's thick cock while one hand continued to caress his balls. Jack gasped loudly as the heat of Marion's mouth moved down his shaft, the warm wetness of her tongue sliding down the skin, her lips fully wrapped around him, holding him, caressing him up and down.

Headlights from cars passing on the street briefly gave light into the alley, throwing the lovers into a soft illumination for anyone chancing to look out a window at that moment. A dog barked behind a fence, alerted by Jack's groans of pleasure. Slurping up and down, Marion's head bobbed urgently. With a gasp she released Jack's cock from her mouth and stood up, legs aching.

"Ouch! A girl can only squat in heels for so long." She grabbed Jack's naked ass cheeks and pulled him close, hitching her skirt up to press his erection between them. She started swaying in a slow dance, their naked loins pressed together. "You can dance if you want to..." she crooned softly.

Marion loved the feeling of Jack's hardness pressed against her. Jack sighed feeling his engorged cock rubbing against the soft fur of her pussy. Marion reached down to grab him, rubbing his head against her clitoris, "We can dance we can dance everybody takin' the chance..." Marion's singing got ragged as her orgasm mounted. Jack began panting heavily, the squeezing of her fingers and the rubbing of her pussy hair

"Uuuungh! Oh God!"

"we can dance we can ...oh fuck!"

Hot sticky wetness spurted up between them, covering Marion's fingers, covering both of their bellies, dripping down into their pubic hairs. Marion removed her hand so she could hold Jack closer. Pressing his ass tighter with her semen sticky hand. They held each other like that, swaying to their own silent dance, her skirt hitched up and his pants down around his ankles, dancing in the dark.

Another car passed and a light clicked on close by in answer to the dog's barking, breaking the spell. "We'd better get going" Marion said. Stepping out into the street light on the sidewalk Marion noticed that Jack's shirt had some damp spots at the waist. She could feel his rapidly cooling cum dripping down her thighs.

Marion took Jack's arm and hugged him close as they walked home. "I think we'd better have a bath when we get home. Who'd have thought a girl could get so dirty just going out dancing?"