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?"
