Lounge lover

Thursday, June 25, 2009

In the lounge of the ladies room she went, dragging me along. Her gloved hand turns the lock to guarantee our privacy. Her idea of an attempt to be aggressive with me I suppose. The skin tight snazzy dress she is wearing makes her steps small. The mesh off the front of her hat cannot hide the temptress eyes. Her bosom begs to burst from the corset. I should have known that git up would be the death of me. I tried to move in and take her by the side but the doll took me by surprise. Her grip tight on my dinner coat she pulls me in and I dig the way her tongue works. Releasing only to slide her fingers between my cotton white shirt and suspenders slow. Our embrace went on and my arousal grew more vigorous. Then as suddenly as it began she shuffled to the door and let herself out. Standing on the marble floors, I too feel slick. My hand enters my breast pocket to retrieve my comb, then to stroke my hair back, a smirk in my eyes. I half expected to leave the shindig right then to take her back to my place. That’s not this sexy dames plan is plain by the way she takes me straight to the floor upon my exit. A swing to a ten piece band made her think I was swell. Onlookers, at their cloth covered tables, smile at what everyone knows is happening as she seduced me. Out of breath I take her to the bar to grab some hooch and ice. After a toss back of the sauce my grip firm I lead her to the stairs. Past the cigar smoke and velour covered booths I swing the door wide. No questions as to our route she simply giggles as she follows me to the roof top. A locked door a momentary distraction until my card slides its way free of the bolt. I see her smile mouth “oh my” as she slides her body past mine and into the cool night breeze. No lights above only stars and the moon to shown down on us. She and I stroll across the night silent but for the wind until my words wail out a melody familiar to her. That story every girl knows the words to, the one that tells their own story so well. She knows me and takes it for what it is, as we dance again. Frisky my hands wander fast to hike the restrictions out of the way. Again she laughs at me, with my lips still to hers, and whispers, “wait”. I pull back for a moment and must have looked too serious because she only laughed harder at the look in my shutters. Backing away she goes towards the edge overlooking the city and above the ally. Just before the edge she finds vent that she leans against. Her index extends up and then motions for my attention, now. It did not take but a second upon my arrival for her to grab hold of my heater. As roscoe jumped in my shorts she hopped up onto the vent behind her and lifted her dress. Wasting no time I released my convincer from its holster. And like a goon in the night I take what I came here for. Leading me in she dropped forward enough to take all I have to offer. Legs wrapped and skin soft like silk I find her weakness. With powers I did not know I possessed my toes lift me into her. Arms take my neck and her teeth take my ear as she states her joy. I wish to agree but I can only moan and grunt as I continue on and on. The air crisp on my damping skin her hands start to pull at my hair and tell me of her anticipations fulfilled. With a flutter of her everything I know her body. To breath I take her hair and pull her face from mine, but she fights me, and giggles. My hand to her shoulders I pull her down hard onto my upward thrust. The laughter replaced with an “oh my god” and then a smirk before the smile, another trip in makes a moan escape her lips. She is a perfection that is encompassing my entirety. That is all that it was, that is all it is, for our time on the roof and the time that the breeze didn’t carry us apart too fast.