Nice Dress

amusinglovers
Jul 20, 2017 · 5 min read

“Nice dress.”

“Thanks. You bought it for me to make up for the way you treated me at the theater the other night.”

“I did?”

“Well, I picked it out, but I charged it on your credit card.”

“So are we even now?

“Not quite. I was pretty mad at you.”

“Kind of short.”

“Isn’t that the way you like it?”

You were right about that. I like it a lot, and those four-inch Louboutin heels make the dress look even shorter. We are at the Amnesia Beer and Music Hall, and the Alleycats will be playing later, so the place is packed. Benny Goodman swings through the house speakers, and we have to shout to hear each other. I hand you a red plastic cup full of beer, and you lean into my ear.

“Shit, baby! I just realized that I forgot to put on my panties!”

From the way you look at me, I’m pretty sure you’d “forgotten” accidentally on purpose. We drink our beer and then dance while we can. It will be too crowded later. Even in the dim light I can catch a glimpse of your bare ass every time you twirl. A circle of admirers forms around us, and I’m pretty sure it isn’t because we’re such good dancers.

By the time the house lights dim and the stage lights come up, we’re packed in like sardines. You stand in front of me, my arms around your waist, and we all roar our approval as the Cats kick it off. The music is deafening, and the crowd pulses up and down in time with it. You join in, bouncing up and down, up and down, your ass in that filmy dress pressed against my crotch. Up and down, up and down.

Without missing a beat, you reach a hand back and wedge it between us, your palm pressed against the growing bulge in my khakis. Up and down, up and down. It’s so dark you’d need a flashlight to see what you’re doing, but I feel like we’re in the spotlight and everyone in the place is watching. Up and down, up and down. I wrap an arm around your chest and hug you tighter, feeling the contours of your breasts against my arm.

The song changes, another upbeat dance number. Up and down. Your fingers fumble against my pants and manage to find my zipper, pulling it down a little at a time. No one is looking, and it’s too dark to see even if they were, but if they did, your body would block any view of what you’re doing. Your hand slips into my pants and then into my boxers, and your fingers wrap around my hard cock. Up and down, up and down.

One song ends and the next one begins, this one a bouncy swing song. I lean into your hair and shout into your ear. “Jesus fucking Christ, baby!” You reach your other hand back to stroke my cheek, then you take my wrist and guide it down your body. Nothing shielding us from view now but the shadows and the crowd as you squeeze my fingers against your dress between your legs. I rub my hand into your hidden pussy, and it only takes a moment for me to feel your wetness soaking through the dress. Your dancing takes on a new motion now, more round and round than up and down.

The music suddenly stops, and so do we, standing still as statues as a local hero is introduced and joins the band for a special number. Your hand around my cock, mine on your pussy, we are the only ones in the whole place not applauding. The crowd roars in frenzied approval as the next song begins and the dancing resumes. Up and down, round and round. The whole place has gone crazy, shouting and screaming, jumping and jiving, and you reach your other hand between us and pull my cock out of my pants. With a flick of your wrist, you drape the back of your dress over your hands and now press my cock between your ass cheeks. Up and down, up and down.

One song blends into the next without a break, and the crowd is dialed up to eleven. I pause in amazed disbelief as you lean slightly forward and push my tip between your legs. With a slight bend of my knees, I adjust, and you guide me into your slippery pussy, and then you straighten and reach both hands back to hug my head to yours. I am moaning into your ear, flat out shouting, lost in the flood of noise from the band and the crowd. “Oh shit! Oh God! Oh shit!” Up and down, up and down.

Then the music stops again, and we freeze. Holy fuck! Some sort of public service announcement about the cause the band supports. My cock is throbbing inside you, and I can feel the tight walls of your pussy clinching and releasing. We’re both so close to cumming, it’s torture to be still. I grit my teeth, just seconds from an irresistible orgasm, and then the drums pound out a beat. Horns blare, guitars screech, and the crowd is like one huge screaming beast.

You don’t even pretend to find the rhythm. My hands on your hips, we pound into each other. I feel your legs start to shake as you dig your fingers into my scalp. Then your back arches, your head tips back, and I’m not sure but I think you might be howling as you cum. I am thrusting double-time into you as the music builds to a climax. The sound is ear-splitting, and my shouts go unnoticed as I cum inside you in wave after wave of a full-body orgasm.

As the house lights come up, I slip out of you and zip up. I can barely hold you on your feet as the crowd slowly disperses. We move toward the exit, and in the bright light I notice the shimmer of my cum dripping down your leg.

“So we’re even now?”

“I guess.”

“Nice dress.”

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