--A Night on the Town--
The evening was warm and balmy as we headed downtown to see if there was music playing at any of the local bars. I had on a lavender sundress that you chose for me to wear, sandals and nothing else, since you forbid me to wear panties and I don't like to wear a bra unless it's absolutely necessary. You claim the no-panty rule is for your easy access to my private parts, but I think you know that not wearing any makes me feel quite different; freer, sexy and adventuresome. It also excites you knowing that it is another way you can control me, and you revel in the knowledge that I cast aside my usual independent nature and actually crave your mastery of me when we are together.
It's all of the above: yes, I demand easy access to your pussy, the most private part of your body. And my control over you is a powerful aphrodisiac. It excites me. But we are two sides of the same coin: my mastery of you excites you. So I knew that not wearing panties upon my orders not only would arouse you but give you a sense of freedom and uninhibited, erotic adventure you'd never experienced before I claimed ownership of you.
I never thought I would find a man who could tame me into subservience, but your confidence, strength, and my absolute trust in you have changed me. You excite me beyond reason. I would do anything for and with you.
We entered the oldest bar in town where the music was loud, the crowd louder, and decided to come back later in the evening. We strolled arm in arm down the street, enjoying the perfect weather and each other's company.
Families, couples, tourists, strolling the sidewalks. We stop before an elegant multi-storeyed building. An hotel. A landmark, you say. Your hand is warm in mine. We enter. Yes, it IS an elegant structure: tall columns, spacious lobby and all that but, as always happens with us, we're enclosed within a dome of sexual energy that's aided in part by my requirement that you wear no panties under your dresses or skirts. The melody of your voice, the closeness of you, your hand in mine as you point the hotel's features out to me, all add to the raw eroticism that simmers beneath the surface.
The old hotel just down the street also had a band playing. We went inside and ordered a drink. The hotel has a bit of old elegance with its wide curving staircases that lead up to a balcony. We climbed them and found comfortable wing-backed chairs to sit in, pulled close together where we could kiss with relative privacy in a totally public place. Your hand slipped between my knees and up my thigh, reaching my pubic mound. Before I knew it I could feel your finger sliding along my now damp slit, prodding my folds back and entering, forcefully, into me, causing me to moan with pleasure. It is exciting to me, the idea of this very public place and you being so intimate with me. It was the second time you introduced me to this risqué behavior. The first time, I boldly sucked your cock while you brought me to orgasm when we were on a picnic at the lake just a few weeks before. It was amazing, knowing there were others so close by, probably aware of what was going on between us. I found myself totally uninhibited, a far cry from my usual behavior. You opened the door and I went through "cartwheeling and cavorting", as you so aptly put it.
Yes you have, which hasn't surprised me in the least. In fact, I expected you would. I can't explain it and won't try to, but as I've told you, and it's true, from the moment I met you I saw the you that lay beneath the surface, the you that I immediately wanted to possess, the you that I knew would yearn for and revel in my control of you, the you that would blossom under my mastery into the uninhibited sexual creature that you are.
We decided to explore the hotel further and found the ballroom unlocked. Opening the mirrored door, we slipped inside and you immediately pressed me against it, kissing me deeply. You raised my skirt, caressing and exposing me, fingering me, until your command allowed me to climax. Before I could fully recover, you took my hand and led me further into the gilded room. Gently you laid me on the hardwood floor and between the cloth covered tables set with gold rimmed plates and fine crystal stemware, you licked and sucked my dripping pussy until, with only slightly muffled cries, I felt the contractions deep inside intensify and once again I exploded into nirvana. You kissed me. Your lips tasted of my cum, musky, hot, wet, and I thought of how your tongue felt when it was reaching inside that moist hole between my legs.
We ascend the stairs to the second level, ahead of us two large doors. You open the door. A dimly lit stage provides the only light in the darkened room filled with white-clothed banquet tables and chairs. I close the door behind me and immediately push you against the wall, kissing you, our tongues intertwining, your breathing fast and shallow, my hands grasping your ass, pulling your groin into mine, your hand stroking my hardened cock under my pants. I reach one hand under your skirt, your cunt readily accessible. You're wet, the slit of your cunt slick, your clitoris a hard bud under my fingertips. I bite your neck. Hard. You moan. I unzip my pants, remove my cock. You grasp my hardened cock, stroking it, gasping, moaning. I lead you further into the room, pull you down to the floor, push you onto your back, kissing you, stroking your cunt, fingerfucking you. One finger, then two, curved to massage your g-spot. You're moaning louder, stroking my cock and thrusting your hips as I fingerfuck you, your thighs spread wide, your dress hiked up, your cunt open to my gaze. I place my head between your spreadeagled thighs, sliding my tongue along the moistened slit of your cunt, up to your hardened, slick clitoris, circling it with my tongue, pressing the tip against your clitoris, sucking your clitoris into my mouth, you're moaning louder, "Oh god. Alex...oh god". I bring you to the edge of orgasm, remove my tongue, for a moment suspending your orgasm. I resume, two fingers stroking inside your cunt, massaging your g-spot, reaching deeper to touch your cervix, squeezing one nipple with my other hand. "Oh god", you moan, your hips thrusting urgently, and you come, hips thrusting spasmodically, orgasmic cries, though suppressed, quite audible in the empty, darkened ballroom. We lay together on the floor until your breathing subsides.
You laugh. "I can't believe we did this".
I chuckle. The pleasure I see in your eyes and the "this" we've just done affirm what I sensed in you the instant I first saw you. We're kindred. You are the flip side of me. Public sex excites you as much as it does me.
But you were not finished with me yet. As soon as I could recover enough to stand, you led me to the far end of the room where there was a stage where the musicians would perform for the upcoming event. My heart was still beating fast and my knees were weak as we climbed onto the stage. You stood behind me near the podium and slid your hand under my dress, again. The arousal I feel when you touch me is unparalleled. My body responds and the wetness between my legs increased as you slid your hand between the fabric of my bodice and my breast. I have always told you that when you pinch my nipple I can feel it inside my pussy. It's a unique feeling. As your hand cupped and squeezed the fullness of me I felt stirrings and when your other hand slid between my legs I knew you wouldn't stop until I came. Feeling your finger slip inside my silky slit was a divine sensation. You stroking my g-spot from that angle forced me to lean against you and the hardness of your cock. We were on display for anyone who might have walked through those ballroom doors. The knowledge of that heightened my erotic desire for you and once again I felt the explosion rise from deep inside me, overwhelming any inhibition I might have. I cried out, calling your name, letting you know you are the one.
You are the only one I have ever done this sort of thing with. It is part of the way we have joined ourselves to each other. All of the "firsts" you have introduced me to make me feel I never fully lived until you and I began
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As my breathing slowed, you held me. We laughed again and I knew I would never enter that room without this night's experience in my mind. Later you told me I was not as quiet as I thought I was being. I think my vocalization only increased your pleasure, which is a really good thing since I apparently cannot be silent.
Yes. Your orgasmic cries, your moans, the way you call my name as your orgasms approach all, like gasoline added to a flame, intensify my arousal.
We leave the darkened ballroom and head, hand in hand, downstairs to the bar where I stroke your thigh as we sip our drinks, the beginning of what will be an erotic night on the town when, in a crowded bar we will be alone in our erotic bubble: you, moaning softly, wearing no panties, will widen your thighs, reach into my unzipped pants, your breathing quickened, your hand stroking my hardened cock as my fingers savour the slickness of your moistened cunt. In our erotic bubble others are shadows, their voices muffled, and we are one.
A second drink at the bar and my lips became numb. I could feel your hand still reaching for my pussy, your long brown fingers exploring while I tried to appear nonchalant. When you bit my neck I think I lost all control. You have that effect on me.
