The Show
I have this dream that I am in my office. I was supposed
to have
the day off, but as usual, I and the rest of my office were called in.
However, I have promised to take you to a show at the Wynn, so you know
that I'll have the problem fixed in no time. I know how much you love
to feel the music thrumming through your body. I know how listening to
the beat gets you all wound up.
I am bent over my keyboard, when a sudden silence causes me to look up.
All eyes in the room beyond are turned toward the entrance, which I
can't see from my desk. Next, I hear slow measured taps of heels on
hardwood. A large grin spreads across my face as I check my watch. Yea,
it's time to go! I hear the taps getting louder and louder until you’re
standing in front of my office door. My eyes run approvingly over your
outfit as it hugs your body. I get up and come to you.
You lean against the doorjamb in your new dress. It is a long
form-filling white sequined gown. Very low cut and very open leaving my
co-workers with no doubt about the wealth of treasure hidden underneath
and cut low and shows just a glimpse of your sweet ass. Around your
throat is a jeweled collar with sparkling straps that appear to be
holding your dress up. Your hair is piled sensuously atop your head in
a sleek twist.
"Hello” you purr.
I walk around my desk and you turn slightly to follow me with your
eyes. The movement directs my attention to your legs and I notice for
the first time that the dress is slit up to the hips on both sides,
exposing your long legs and Six-inch heels to my admiring gaze. As I
near you, you bring forward the garment bag dangling from one manicured
finger. Reaching for it, I slide my other hand around your body to pull
you close for a kiss. Your arms eagerly encircle me and you lean into
me. I raise my eyebrow when my hand encounters nothing but the bare
smooth skin of your back. Hooking the garment bag over the door, I turn
you around let out a low wolf-whistle. It is quite obvious that the
jeweled collar IS the only thing holding the dress up. There is no back
at all! The dress meets low on the curve of your bottom, and a quick
stroke of my finger assures you that there is no room for pesky
underwear underneath. Your scent is intoxicating.
The men of my office move closer, obviously angling for an
introduction, but you ignore them. I am the object of your adoration! I
pull you into my office, lowering the blinds and shutting the door
behind us. I allow my curious hands to slide up your stocking-clad
thighs and cup your naked ass through the slits on the sides of the
gown.
"Oh!" I groan deeply, "We'll never make it to the show now!" You
chuckle low in your throat. "Yes, we will, you promised!"
I sigh, letting my hands drop from your firm flesh, and reach for the
garment bag. The tux was a present from you. It is tailor-made and fits
like a glove. Within minutes I look like I just stepped off the pages
of GQ. You slink over to me (a dress like this requires that you slink,
not walk) and kiss me passionately. My teasing fingers trace the line
of the dress and you step back. As I open the door to the office, you
slip your arm through mine. Just as you suspect, my co-workers are not
far from the door-no doubt listening for something juicy. They have
rumored about us in there before. For a moment, you are tempted to
oblige them, until you see the stampede of women coming our way! You
tighten your possessive hold on my arm and hold me like I am your
trophy.
My female co-workers have seen me dressed in a variety of ways, but
never like this. That tux does things to my form that should be illegal
in all fifty states! Where we could have ignored my fellow males, the
addition of ladies clamoring for my attention brings out my gentlemanly
instincts. You're caught trying to make polite small talk with women
who can't take their eyes off me long enough to look at you! Smiling
tightly, you slide your arm around my back and lean closer. You are
trying not to look jealous; we both secretly want to smack those stuck
up bitches.
I make the introductions and you try not to glare at the pretty Christy
I have lunch with occasionally her eyes laugh at you and I knowingly
kiss your ear. You remind me of the time and we leave both conscious of
the longing eyes following us.
The show was an electrifying experience. In our private box, no one
noticed you stroking my delicious hard-on through my slacks. I hope I
will not need to stand for awhile. Hopefully, they were equally
oblivious that my encircling arm ends with my hand under your bodice,
caressing your hard nipples. We enjoy the music, but we enjoy the
rising anticipation and each other more. You are getting wetter by each
small touch!
We slide into the limo sip some champagne and I tease you licking your
upper thigh but stopping before heavens gate and the point of
explosion. I throw money at the driver as I try to get into the house
as quickly as possible but my hard-on is making it hard to walk. We
didn't even make it into the bedroom! We are in the dining room when I
finally figure out the single clasp of the jeweled collar and watch
with appreciation as the gown slithers down your smoking body. My
jacket and studs fly across the room and your eager hands are
struggling with my zipper. I laugh and push your fumbling
hands away. I yank them down around my ankles and kick off my shoes. I
kick them free of my remaining clothes. You quickly drop down on your
knees in front of me.
I, as usual, have other plans. I am too excited for a mere suck-off. I
want to feel your pulsating hot pussy clinching around me. I pull on
your hair until you stand up. Regretfully, you let my long, hot, hard,
extremely think staff slide out of your mouth. I turn you around and
push. Off balance on your high heels, you fall over the dinner table. I
step behind you and, with no further resistance I slam
into you. Your breast rubs against the hard table.
You scream, OH MY GOD! And then catch your breath
You arch your back and lift your hips against my hands, taking me
deeper into you with each massive thrust. You grab the sides of the
table and push back hard against me until you can feel me against you.
I lean forward nipping at the sexy skin of your back that has been
teasing me all night. I hit your g-spot at the right time and you
explode all around me, screaming! You cum and cum and cum!!!!
I keep pounding into you over and over again. WILL I NEVER CUM?!!? I
have a liquor dick and its rock solid. In, Out, Harder, Deeper, Longer
than ever before. I thrust into you like I'm never going to stop! You
cum again. Finally, you feel me jerk out of rhythm and you know I am
ready. You push hard against me and I lift you clear off your feet! My
own back is arched with tension and you feel me hit your womb like a
jackhammer! I groan heavily."MY SWEET LOVE!!" I am cuuuummmming
You are so turned on that just the sound of my horse voice calling out
to you sends you over one last, almost painful time in another earth
shattering gusher. I collapse over your back, squashing you against the
table. We are both breathing too hard to care.
God, it’s never been like this! I'm going to make you take me to the
show more often!"
Slipping into dreamland smiling I laugh weakly and slowly stand up. You
try to follow my example, but your legs are shaking too hard to hold
your weight. I laugh harder this time and sweep you
up in my arms. Once there you find I am almost as spent as you are. I
stagger into the bedroom almost hitting your head on the door frame and
dump you unceremoniously onto the silk sheets. You bounce, roll and
slide on the silk sheets, barely stopped from going over the edge by
the dip of the mattress as I fall in after you. You have just enough
energy to kick off your heels before rolling over to my side and
pillowing your butt in that warm spot you love so much. I hold you
tight and kiss your neck as you fall into a deep sleep.
~Erotic One