Hand job/ public sex
Agent of Redemption E4
A Debutante’s Sweetly Dripping Fingers (hot erotic)
April’s skin bristled with goosebumps as the stranger kissed and sucked just under her ear lobe, his hand moved up and cupped her small breast. He was gentle, pressing and squeezing. He felt her nipple harden and focused his attention there as his tongue pressed into her neck. Her moans of pleasure encouraged him. His hand in the small of her back moved lower and slipped under the hem of her dress. His warm hand ran up the back of her leg towards her ass. That perfect ass, that Alex knew was bare. The stranger reached it and realising she had no underwear on gave a low growl into her neck. A heat flushed over her face and chest as his hand followed the curve of her ass up to her lower back.
Briefly she became conscious that her ass was now bare, possibly in clear view. She opened her eyes and looked around. The place was busy but no one could see. She leaned forward over the high table, tilting her ass up. He took the hint and his hand wandered back down over the curve. His fingers gently scratching. Lower they went, now pushing between her cheeks. She felt his fingers close in towards her pussy. His other hand squeezed now, rougher at her breast. She liked that and leaned more, pushing into it.
Her ass tilting even more. He paused millimetres from where she wanted to feel him. His touches had made her wet, while her surroundings had brought out her decadence. In those moments she looked around. This stranger, his hand squeezed between her thighs, was about to finger her. The rambling loud mummer of the other patrons, the dimmed lights, the clinking of expensive crystal, the mix of heady cologne and here and there a glimpse of nakedness. Was this what she wanted, was it what she needed?
Right now, it was. Her deep, lustful breaths readied her for what was to come. She reached down to his groin and felt that he was hard. His hand had not moved, but gripped slightly, pressing into her skin. He bent forward and again kissed and sucked at her neck just below her ear. With one hand she opened his trousers and reaches inside. Lusting with the feeling of his hot hard cock in her hand. They groaned loud together. She rubbed and pulled, gentle and slow at first but increasing the pressure quickly.
His hand slipped down, and a single finger parted her lips and delved wet into her pussy from behind. She gasped, pushed back and moaned louder. He slipped in and out, and over her lips, occasionally pressing at her clit. Her weight was on the table now as she surrendered to her lust. Her legs parted more as she went to her tip toes allowing him access. Her hand had fallen still for now, but maintained the grip on his cock. As she reached her own plateau, she chose to give him attention. She rubbed again and pulled at him, getting pleasure from feeling his breath deepen at her neck, enjoying the lust she brought out in him as his hips gently thrust his cock into her fist.
She opened her eyes and saw that she was being watched by a man at the bar, his mask covering most of his features, his expression hard to read. A woman in a white dress kissed his chest. April looked away but realised the woman was unbuttoning his black linen trousers and couldn’t help herself but look back, exhibitionism and voyeurism overlapping. The woman released his hard cock into full view. No hiding in a booth for them. April struggled to keep focus while her eager friend continued the fingering at her pussy. The white dressed woman took hold of the cock and stroked slowly. April squeezed the one in her fist and felt it pulse. Lost in the lust, aware of being watched but without a care. In fact enjoying it, she didn’t take her eyes off the cock at the bar. She caught herself licking her lips as she pulled on the cock she had. She squeezed harder and felt her new friend slip two fingers into her slipper slit. She pushed hard back against him and reached down further and pulled at his balls. He let out a moan and dropped his hand away from her breast and under the front of her dress where he pressed into her clit. He quickened his movement slipping into her from behind with one hand and pressing against and rubbing at her clit with the other. Two hands playing her now. Her eyes still locked on the other cock as she pulled hard on the one in her hand.
She felt an orgasm approach, closer and closer and thankfully the hands pleasuring her kept up their fast rhythm. Her eyes were closed now as her legs weaken her weight held by the high table and the stranger’s soaking hands. And she came. Hard. She was oblivious to the heads turning to her sounds. Oblivious to the profanities she groaned. Her fist squeezed the hard cock, static while her release took her. As her orgasm subsided so her fist began to stroke once more. She pulled and stroked at the solid cock in her hand. Her pace picked up as her breathing slowed back to normal. Her friend’s breathing quickened, but became more shallow and faltering. The more she regained her composure the faster and harder her hand moved. She dropped down onto her heels watching the stiff flesh pulse.
“Oh fuck! Please suck me.” He moaned.
He was close, she considered the swollen shiny head in her grip, and leaned in towards it. She gave him one long slow lick over the sensitive tip. The salty taste brought the rush of lust back to her she opened her mouth hungry for it. Her friend now watched in agonised anticipation. Pavlovian, her pussy dripped once more and her mouth watered at the thought of sucking on him. She looked up. His grin was almost comical. He was desperate. She smiled as she stroked him. His hand went to the back of her head. She faltered in the stroking, resisted a moment and shook her head. He released his grasp. Saliva filled her mouth, an animistic reflex, but she was in charge. Not him, not her reflexes, but her. He deserved his release. She closed her lips and squeezed her tongue to her teeth, releasing every bit of saliva into her mouth and spat it soaking wet over his cock. She stood and stroked him hard. Rubbing and pulling at him. Thrashing from his balls to the slippery head of his cock. His hands now away from her, gripping the table for support, bracing himself. Her hand slid fast on him, almost ferocious. Thrashing him, smacking into his balls. His teeth clenched as an animal grunt, sounding almost painful escaped from him as she watched the cum fly from the swollen head of his cock onto her wrist and splash on her ankle and the floor. She continued on hard until the last drop of liquid pulsed from him. Her strokes slowed but continued along his length and over his sensitive head. His breathing now staccato, he took her hand and stopped her movement while he caught up with himself. Eventually once composed he, smiled, thanked her and asked if she’d like a drink together. She politely explained she didn’t want to hook up. He smiled again, a cute smile, pecked her on the cheek, and was gone.
April looked over to the bar but the guy with the white shirt and black trousers was gone. Something niggled her about him. Was it just the way he was watching her?
She felt the wetness on her arm and ankle and headed towards a bathroom. She lifted a glass of champagne on the way.
The bathrooms were large single occupancy suites. Toilet, bidet, double sink, well-lit mirror, marble, floor to ceiling. There was a chaise lounge against a wall.
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