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Categories: Steady Partner
Tags: dance supprise Love
Location: A Public place
Fulfillment: I will tell you later
In a club, on the dance floor.
My boyfriend's not here, he had to work, so it's a girl's night out which is good but I was disappointed that he couldn't be there.
I hadn't seen him for about a week simply due to schedule conflicts and I was really looking forward to spending this weekend with him.
But sadly, another conflict arose at the last minute. My roommates talked me into making a night of it anyway but really, I didn't want to be there, not without him.
After a while I feel someone behind me, I feel hands on my waist and breath on my cheek and I realize it's my boyfriend!
We keep dancing as I lean back into him, he slides one hand down to my hip and the other up my stomach, his thumb brushing against my breast.
His hand on my hip slides down to the bottom of my skirt and as his fingers touch the bare skin of my thigh, my juices immediately start flowing. I missed this so much. I reach back running my fingers through his hair. I put my other hand on his that's on my thigh, gently guiding him to my inner thigh.
His other hand rises up and begins massaging my breast. His hand slides higher on my thigh, I can't take it any more.
I turn around, kiss him deeply and pull him off to an empty corner of the room.
Against the wall, with his body pressed against mine, I can feel his erection.
I begin to stroke it through his pants.
He lifts my skirt and rubs my soaked panties.
I undo his belt, unzip his pants and pull out his eager cock.
He pulls my panties aside and runs his fingers along my pussy lips.
Between my impassioned gasps I whisper "Fuck me."
He rubs the head of his cock on my lips, just barely pushing them apart, sliding up brushing against my clit, teasing me, torturing me.
He continues pressing just slightly deeper, my juices begging him to be inside me.
He pauses, just for a moment, just long enough to whisper in my ear "I love you."
And with that he thrusts deep inside me, a loud passionate moan escapes from me.
He continues, our rhythm begins to sync up with the beat of the music, once again we're dancing but no longer as two but as one entity, one movement, one expression of love.
we continue thrusting, moving, dancing, loving until finally... climax.
One final thrust and I feel him throbbing inside me. The energy shoots up my spine into an erotic cry that everyone in the club was sure to have heard.
With that, it's over.
We stay there for a few moments, holding each other for what feels like an eternity but is never long enough.
We compose ourselves, remembering the several dozen people standing only a few feet away, and casually walk toward the exit.