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She looks at me with those beautiful brown eyes once again just to make a gentle point, and I can feel my frustrations recede. Knowing she holds me in the kind of gaze, I love she makes the most of it, a cute pout, her lips curl and contract and pinkly puff, momentarily. I can't help but lunge for her with a gleeful smile and kiss her multi-times, gluing her with my own custom pout and coo. And then we snap suddenly back to what is going on around us and remember that we are on a crowded dance floor in a hot jazz club and gyrate in the socially acceptable way and smile at each other knowingly.

It is like this for us. In a world of our own for melting minutes at a time, everything else forgotten. Happiness unmeasured and our own sense of time marked by any number of soft kisses. And then when we are apart, when something interferes from outside, we feel a deep inexplicable pain and ache for synchronicity.

"I FEEL GOOOOD....!", not quite screeched into the microphone by the songster, hunching over, his dark cheeks roughed by high sharp angled cheek bones and a sly look while the rhythm moves into another sax break and everyone on the floor swings and yells and we hold each other and shake our hips together. I can feel the sweat trickling behind my knees and the dampness of the small of her back where my hands are firmly clasped.

"...I KNEW THAT I WOULD...!" as he shuffles across the boards in time to the heavy beat and wipes the sweat from his brow. I feel myself become erect. The blood fills my penis as we press against each other. I can feel with each push of hips the hardness of her pubic bone. She knows I am hard and I make no secret of it as I push myself more firmly into her, enjoying the feel of my hard penis being pushed and scraped against the fabric of my jeans.

"SO GOOD, SO GOOOD...!" waving the drummer on. The crowd melts away and we kiss softly at first almost as if to compare our mutual ardor. Then we kiss a little more deeply and I gently lick her lips with my tongue and pull away to smile cheekily while I rough her back with my hands and slowly move them upward to the soft fleshy sides of her breasts, feeling the texture of her dress and firm outline of bra strap along the way. She looks surprised, smiles, places her hands on my own hands cupping her breasts and then taking my hands she replaces them on her back and suddenly grabs my crotch! No doubt she feels my stiffness inside, nestled in the cockhollow of my jeans and we kiss again and press into each other strongly.

"...I GOT YOUHOO...!" the last chorus this time screeched by our zealous songster as the band winds up for the final beat. We swing into it BAM BAMMM BAAAMMMMM!!! and join the rest of the crowd in applause!!! "We'll be goin' on a short break ya'll..." the band departs the stage and the crowd thins back to the bar and pick up lines.

With our arms around each other we leave the floor and seek a sitting spot pushing our way through hot bodies. As we walk I hunch over just a little, not quite like our singer, just enough to cover the evidence of my erection which I can feel pulsing inside my boxer shorts, growing yet more with each step scraping it on the drenched under fabric. I visualize for a second the cock head bulging in fantastical directions, purple strained and squashed by the curve of my crotch bent and wrinkled by my walking motion. She just looks down and smiles at me and we flop heavily into a soft bench seat together.

My penis is still hard and in my sitting position is sticking through the flap at the front of my underwear making even more of a bulge in my jeans. She traces it quickly with her forefingers, traces the denim shape of it to the peak of the engorged head and squeezes it a little then retracts as I kiss her cheek and cannot help but kiss her lips as well, noticing her tongue now finding my lips and meeting my tongue. Feeling the safety of a dark corner I return the caress and move my hands softly to her crotch being sure to let the tips of my fingers linger at the tenderness of her inner thighs before I delve into the hot recess and press firmly feeling her mons soft with tender skin and panty crushed pubic hair through her dress.

"Alright now...", she smiles. As if I could stop!

I imagine her labial folds, pink inside and slick with juice and sweat, slightly parted. Perhaps she is at the same time picturing my erection, knowing as I do that the tip is already dewy with pre-come and the cock veins are thick with blood and heat.

"Let's go somewhere more private..." whispers to me. Adrenalin rushing.

"I want to kiss you honey..." whispers to her. Smiles spreading.

We tumble out the large club doors holding each other awkwardly, both feeling the cool zephyrs of downtown night, still kissing, my penis still glowing. I take off at a sudden run toward the parked car, my mind filled with her. As she walks I can imagine her naked body, the curve of her waist and hips, the strength of her back and shoulders, the shaking of her breasts as we make love, our hips moving together, bashing together at the point of mutual pleasure.

We laugh and smile and hop in the car hardly waiting to lunge for each other, slamming the doors and inserting the key all at once, and then she assumes the very rational driving position, and I know that I can be cheeky.

"...Mmmmm honey... do you know what I want to do?" I say luridly, San Francisco night flashing by.

"...what...?" it's not hard to guess by the looks I give and the shape of my zipper flap!

"I want to run my tongue down between your breasts to your navel and then to your vagina...I want to press my own lips against yours and push slowly in my tongue...Mmmmmm I'm going to flick your clitoris with my tongue, flick the hood of it...Mmmmmm"

"You'll have to wait..." she smiles as I am smiling. Some drives seem to go on forever. Especially those where the erection is just aching in it's readiness...and God I cannot help but reach out a dozen times to brush and scrape and squeeze gently her nipples, erect though held firm by the bra and black dress.

Park the car. Clamber out. Rush at her and kiss. Dance in the street. Fumble for the keys and heave the doors. Race upstairs. Grab her hand. Darts a knowing look at him. Unlocks the apartment. We fall inside holding each other all smiles and gropes and still in embrace we move staggeringly to the bed and flump onto it.

I unbutton my shirt hurriedly and fling it cavalierly to the floor. Likewise my jeans, the belt buckle tinkling, heralding the removal of my underwear, as she pulls her dress over her head and tinkle, tinkle I reach over to undo her bra strap. I can see the soft pale semi circle sides of her breasts just for a moment underneath her raised arms before she lowers them. Quickly I strip off my underwear and fling it with a foot to the corner of the room, pressing my stiff penis lightly into the cave of her buttock and labia, just at the tender fleshy perineum juncture and she turns around and we hold each other and kiss passionately as we have wanted to for hours but were held back. We kiss and press and tongue and grasp at each other, palms fill with hair and thigh and shoulder and cheek before we lie on the bed.

Her nipples are large and full. Uneven circles of darker pink and skin brown, puckered and wrinkled in arousal. At the tip of each, at the peak where the nerve endings are most sensitive they are lighter redpink and glowing. I love to feel my lips around them and lash them gently with my wet tongue, back and forth. And as I imagine the feel of her nipple buds in my mouth I move forward, my body touching hers, my own nipples touching her abdomen, I lick the right and then the left, each in turn, and while I lick one I manipulate the other with my fingers rolling it between my forefingers and every now and then cupping her whole soft tit, I press it gently.

As my tongue flicks and flits at her sensitive buds I feel her hand reach down to my cock, hard and aching to be played with. My testicles have fallen forward with the weight and demeanor of my body and as she brushes my cock head with her fingers I can feel my scrotal skin tingle as the pubic hairs are brushed too.

I cannot wait. I have to kiss her folds, her fleshy folds. Releasing her wet nipple, flicking it one last time, I move down to her belly, her soft belly and press my face into it, kissing. Anticipating me she spreads her thighs a little more and slinks a hand down to rub gently at her clitoral zone, head now back, open mouthed, breathy and excited. I quickly push my forefinger into her moistness, feeling the slick smooth inner walls of her vagina and then I kiss her, engulf her with my eager lips and slowly pump my finger in and out. My penis is so hard, so filled now, pre-come oozing from the tip as I can feel more lubricant propelled by my tense prostate muscle and she is raising her hips in gentle time to my zealous licks and kisses. A flick to her clit, then circular tongue spreading her labia gently, then criss cross tongue over her clit once more, well aware of my own saliva dripping into her, mixing with her own juices and creating an incredible lubrication.

I look up at her, peeking over her belly, watching her head bobbing on the pillow and her hands grasping the bed sheets.

"Do you want to come this way honey?" I ask.

"Mmmmm, oh, yes, keep going...."

I renew my work with vigor and rub the rough of my tongue over her pleasure bed, salivating even more, smoothing the edges of her labia with a wet lick and probing at her clit again shaking my head from side to side and up and down, feeling her hand grasp at herself, spreading herself for me, making more surface area to lick, stretching the nerve endings to greater excitement. I peek again at her and watch in fascination as she rubs at her right nipple with forefinger and thumb, expertly kneading it, rolling it back and forth, pulling at it gently and deriving a pleasure measured by breath, moan and the slow upward bucking movement of her hips. Hearing her moan a little faster, moving restlessly her legs, tensing erratically her thighs we both know that she is ready to come.

"That's it honey, come hard, come hard...yeah..."

"Oh God... Oh Oh Oh...mmm..Oh honey..."

Licks and kisses and the mounting movement of hips, she comes, moans out her orgasm...

"mmmmm...mmmmmmmm...hhhhhh..."

Between my playful tongue and the intoxicating smell of her I feel the build of tension in her hips and flick her clit faster as she pushes hard against me, pubic hair and skin brushing my chin.

"Ah..huh..ah..mm", and the final push of her hips, her labia squelches into my mouth and finds there a final dart of tongue.

Moments later, she sinks into the soft bed. I raise my head from in between her thighs, my lips wet with saliva and the taste of her.

"Mmmm you came hard sweetie...mmmm look what you've done to me! My penis is very very hard..."

"Well then, we'd better take care of that!" smiling at me, eyeing me playfully, staring at my outstanding erection, each vessel filled, very hot and throbbing with each heartbeat and arterial blood burst.

I kneel astride her waist and lower myself, testicles touching her abdomen, the oozing tip of my cock inches above her skin and she reaches out a hand to touch me, moistening her finger with pre-come drips and rubs them into my sensitive purple head, spiralling a fingertip over the soft vulnerable skin.

"Oh that feels good honey...I want to be inside of you."

She smiles at me and raises her head to the level of my penis. I feel her breath, the wet-warmth of sexhale just before she kisses my purpled head very gently and touches it softly with her moist under-tongue.

I cannot wait, I must be inside her. Quickly we move into position, pushing ourselves against each other, skin on skin, full flesh body lengths pressed. I support myself as if I were doing a push up as she maneuvers herself underneath me and yawns her thighs open revealing her sex. I must be inside her!

My cock is so full of blood and throbbing pressure and suddenly I feel her fingers grasping at me, grasping at my cock, pulling it into herself, sliding it inside her. I feel just how wet she is! Slick and slippery and eagerly open. The blood-bulging length of my cock just slips right in, slipping on her labial lips and I push myself in firmly. I can feel the hot walls of her vaginal tunnel engulf me and I close my eyes to shut out the rest of the world just so I might be able to better feel this one thing, the deepness of her and the feelings we share.

I thrust into her, teetering on my toe tips and outstretched arms, pushing and withdrawing rapidly as we both breathe heavily, raggedly. My cock seems huge now, thrusting in and out in and out and we gaze at each other between closed eyes, smiles and kisses. I cannot hold back.

My breathing quickens and I feel the forced rush of seminal fluid and the pulling of scrotal sac.

"Mmmm....Oh God... honey... I'm coming..."

"Oh sweetie, come... yes come... don't hold back..."

Seconds before the familiar burst of pleasure we move desperately together, hips bumping against hips and the sound of her vaginal fluids squelching as my cock moves.

"Ahhhh...mmmm..."

"Oh my God! Honey....mmmmmmmmm..."

Nothing matters but the moment. My legs disappear as melted waves of pleasure move up from my cock tip to spread out through my thighs. The sudden burst of warm ejaculate deep down. Eyes closed and scrunched together.

"Oh God! Honey I love you!"

The momentary pleasure pain of tiny tubules straining within and muscles contracting. Final prostate throbs and it is over too, too soon.

We lie together. Arms entwined carelessly, legs all over the bed, kisses and smiles. "Love you" gazes.

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