Lesbian Seductions #28 - Scene 3

She came in three minutes before midnight, that sharp-lipped brunette in the blood-red jacket. The same one I watched leave twenty minutes earlier with a satisfied smile and wet thighs. Something in her eyes said the door wasn't shut on our evening. While her husband nursed a neat whiskey at the bar, she hooked my belt loop and dragged me into the dimly lit hallway that led to the men's room. No words. Her hand slipped between zipper and skin, fingers closing around what the liquor had already swollen into a heavy, twitching fuck-pole. The hallway clock ticked like a second heart. I thrust two fingers between her legs; her soaked lace thong peeled aside with a single knuckle. Hot. Slick. A raw second and she was grinding down on my hand, biting her own lip to keep the moans trapped behind her teeth. Somewhere between her married whimper and the burble of a jukebox playing old blues, I turned her, yanked that short skirt higher, and buried myself to the root in one unforgiving drive. Wet heat swallowed every inch. Her palms flattened against the cool tile while I hammered her in rhythm with the song's slow bassline—hard, deep, relentless. Sweat slid down the small of her back into the cleft of her ass. Each pull-out left her clinging, each thrust punched a grunt from her throat. Footsteps echoed. We froze. But the door never opened, only a muted voice calling from the main bar. That close call thickened the air and the act. I wrapped her ponytail around my wrist like a handle and pulled until her neck arched, enough to see the pulse fluttering in her collarbone. Faster. The slap of skin replaced the music. I pinched her clit between thumb and knuckle, stroked, circled. She came silent and savage, cunt pulsing in iron spasms around my shaft. That final squeeze tripped me; hot streams pumped deep inside her, flooding silk and surrender. She lingered a moment, letting the mess trickle down the inside of one sheer stocking before straightening her skirt and walking back to her husband like nothing had happened. I waited, dick still slick, heart kicking, until the door clicked shut and I realized November 20th, 2009, was the night the rules stopped mattering.