A Samhain Surprise (pt 3)
Once we were outside, I took a deep breath and looked expectantly at my Peter Pan. She couldn't help herself, and had to tease a bit. "Lovely evening for a masquerade, isn't it? I think they should have had dancing outside, don't you?"
I slapped at "his" arm and practically screamed, "You are SO BAD! Spill it!"
Laughing, she teased me further, "Are you SURE you couldn't be stolen away for just one night? You are so hot tonight! I promise you won't be disappoi..."
Knowing I was dying to know what she had learned, she grinned, saying, "You've got it bad, you know! No problem though, 'cuz he wants you just as bad. He asked me all sorts of questions-he DOESN'T have a CLUE who you are! If I wasn't such a die-hard dyke, I MIGHT have been offended that neither you, nor he, want anything from ME but info on the other!"
My heart was pounding so hard I felt like everyone around us could hear it! In a nearly breathless whisper, I asked, "Are you SURE he really doesn't know who I am? He's not just teasing?"
"Sweetie," Peter/Kelsey laughed, "He was so into finding out all he could about you, he told the guitar player to just shut up for a minute, that he wasn't READY to go back and play yet! He wanted to know how long I'd known you, if you and I were a couple, where you lived, I think the only thing he DIDN'T ask was if your kisses were as hot and arousing as they appeared...so, of course, I HAD to VOLUNTEER that info!"
I was excited, but wanted to maintain the upper hand with Scott, so had to act much more calm and disinterested than I was feeling when we went back into the party. I continued to play the part of the hot, horny newcomer and danced nearly every dance. I had female partners, male partners and sometimes danced with people I couldn't be sure WHAT their gender was, but most of the bands second set Í spent dancing "up close and personal" with my new friend, Peter Pan.
We danced all the slow dances together, bumping and grinding sensually together, our bodies close and tight. Our hands roamed freely over the other's body, our lips seeking and finding those intimate places that thrill and excite ones passion to a fevered pitch.
As we held each other close, my body had begun to react, unbidden, to all the sexual attention we were "pretending" to be feeling and the strap-on was beginning to make me even more excited than I wanted to admit. The "cock" between my legs was beginning to feel more and more like a part of my body as it rubbed against my clit each time my body moved with Peter's. We were so involved in our charade, we didn't even hear the band call their last break of the evening!
I don't know how long ago the music had ended, but when I looked up I realized the dance floor was empty, with the exception of my sexy partner and I! A loud round of applause rang out as the crowd showed their appreciation of our erotic, slow dance without music! Not wanting to show my arousal, I curtsied to Peter and "he" put his arm around me and escorted me out for some air.
By now, it was nearly midnight, the Witching Hour on Samhain 2006, and the party was winding down. Couples had been made and the crowd had thinned considerably. The band had announced they would take the stage one more time for a 20 minute set, then call it a night. all that would be left for them to do here would be to break down their equipment and leave. I had to make my move, this was the last chance I'd have to hook up with Scott before the band left!
Peter made an excuse to go inside for a minute, leaving me outside unattended, so I could try to talk with Scott. Feeling more bold now that time was short, I walked over to where the band was standing and said, "You guys have been great tonight! I don't know when I've danced so much! You guys must have been together for years to play so tight!"
The guys thanked me and said they were glad I had enjoyed myself. Scott turned to me and said, "Well, if we're giving thanks, I have to thank you, too."
Ever playing the innocent, I asked him what he would need to thank me for, all the time HOPING I knew what his reply would be. I was rewarded with the words I longed to hear.
"I enjoyed watching you dance probably as much, or more, than you enjoyed dancing. Your boyfriend is one lucky guy! Watching you move to the music that was playing inside your mind had me hard almost the whole time we've been playing. It's a good thing I had my bass, or it could have been pretty embarrassing!" he said teasingly, but I knew he was serious.
"Music playing in my head...what do you mean?" I stammered.
"You certainly weren't moving to OUR music...we aren't that good!", he said with a chuckle.
I thanked him and casually mentioned that Peter Pan WASN'T my boyfriend, just a dancing partner that I had met here this evening. I also managed to mention that I was single after 6 years and had almost not come to the party this evening because I didn't like coming alone.
We talked for a few minutes more and then the band had to go back and finish the night's gig. Before he went inside, Scott led me a few feet from the group of people and quietly said , "I'm not trying to step on any toes, but I was wondering if you have plans for after the dance? I'm sure you do, but if I didn't ask, I'd always wonder "what if"..."
I'm sure my voice cracked when I told him, "I don't really have anything planned....To be honest, no one has even asked me about after the party, but you. I'll probably just grab a take-out burger and go home."
I hoped I looked as casual as I was trying to appear, but I kind of doubt that I did. I thought I had died and gone to Summerland, when Scott let out a loud "whoot!" and asked if I'd like to go out and have dinner with him after the band finished breaking down and packing up.
"Sounds good, but I wouldn't feel comfortable going to a restaurant dressed like this...This ISN'T my usual attire. Would you mind if we went to my place and I'll fix something there? Believe it or not, I'm a pretty fair cook."
Scott smiled that shy, sexy smile that has always gone right to the moisture-control center of my pussy and said, "If you're sure you don't mind me coming over, I'd LOVE to have you fix me dinner. Only an fool would turn down a chance to spend time with you, and my Mamma didn't raise no fools!"
As the band played it's last song of the night, I said my good-byes to the "new friends" I had made this evening, getting phone numbers and swearing to call and make arrangements to get together soon. I didn't tell anyone at the time, but they definitely WOULD be getting a call from me...when I revealed my identity to my friends that had partied with me all night, yet failed to recognize me! I was going to enjoy letting them all in on my secret. Right now though, I was too busy thinking about what would happen when Scott followed me home and "discovered" my real identity, as well as my Halloween surprise!
I walked out with the band and Scott asked if I had driven to the hotel. Knowing that he would know who I was right away if he saw my car, I told him that I had come in a cab because I didn't want to drive after drinking. He smiled and told me that was good thinking. He also said that since he had been playing all night, the strongest drink he had was Coke and he would gladly drive us both to my house, since I had so graciously offered to fix dinner.
I accepted his offer and once his bass was safely stowed in the back seat, he opened the door for me and I slid into his car as I had done so many times before. This time it was different though...I wasn't his girlfriend tonight, but a stranger he had picked up at a party!
Not wanting to give up my edge so quickly, I gave him a bit of a runaround in the directions to my house. As we drove, I had moved closer to him and managed to steer the conversation to sex by talking, first about my costume, and then about how it made me feel more bold and in control.
I could see his interest had been aroused, as had certain parts of his anatomy. I casually reached over and stroked his thigh, "accidentally" running my fingertips over his very hard, very obviously erect cock. I saw him shudder and heard him draw in a quick breath and I knew my plan was in full swing.
Pulling the car into the parking lot of 7-11, Scott put the car in park and looked into my eyes before saying, "Maybe it's NOT such a good idea for me to go to your house for dinner tonight. I really like you, I mean REALLY like you, and I don't want to be a jerk and spoil the chance of getting to see you again. I am so hard just sitting here talking with you, that I don't trust myself to not try to get you out of your panties... I hope you don't hate me for being blunt, but I want you so bad, and I just don't want to do anything that would upset you or make you regret meeting me."
Using my fingernails, I scraped the material of his jeans and his rigid cock below. "What if I told you that I was having the same thoughts about being able to control myself with YOU? Would you think bad of me if I said that from the first moment I saw you playing tonight, I had been trying to find a way to let you know how badly I want to fuck you? I don't mean I want you to fuck me, either...I want to fuck YOU. I want you, Scott, as much as it appears that you want me. I'm not usually so bold, but I want you to now how I'm feeling."
Then, taking Scott's hand in my own, I placed it under my skirt and against my wet panties, now the only barrier between my girl cock and his hand. Realization of what he was feeling between my legs was instantaneous. He drew in a quick breath, edged his fingers under the dildo and into the moist folds of my pussy. With unfailing aim, his index finger slipped down my slick, swollen clit and I moaned loudly. I see the lust and desire reflected in his eyes as he began stroking my cock, his finger strumming my clit with each pass.
"I know you understand what I'm asking and I know you want it as badly as I. There's nothing wrong with admitting you want to feel my cock inside you, to feel me sliding in and out of your sweet ass as badly as I want to pound into you. We both want the same thing, Scott. I want to FUCK you, to hear and feel my hips slapping against the cheeks of your ass over and over again until you beg me to make you cum. I want to pound into you hard and fast and show you that your ass is MINE! You want it too, don't you?"
I didn't have to wait long before he told me, without embarrassment, "I need a shower before you fuck me. Can I take one at your place?"
We arrived at my house within seconds and had begun to undress each other before the front door had shut completely. My clothes were the first to hit the floor. As my cock was freed from it's lycra prison, Scott went to his knees in front of me. As he knelt in front of me, I pulled his T-shirt over his head then watched as his mouth sheathed my cock.
As he went down on my strap-on cock, his fingers slid under the leather of the strap and began a firm massage of my slick, blood-engorged clit. Using my toes, I unzipped his jeans and began stroking his huge cock with my foot. As the first drop of pre-cum dampened my toes, I told him to stop, then led him to the bathroom to shower.
I started the shower and when he stepped into the steamy, pulsating jets, I got out my anal douche and filled it with warm water. With a bottle of lube in one hand and the anal bulb in the other, I stepped into the shower with him and began soaping a wash cloth and washed his back.
Once he is bathed, the rag was dropped to the shower floor and forgotten. I soaped my hands then began stroking and massaging the sweat and tension of tonights gig from his body and down the drain. I grasped his hard-as-steel rod in my hand, and stroked up and down it's full, thick length until he was about to cum. He moaned lustily and I knew I was DEFINITELY in control.
I told him to lean over the edge of the tub and then gently inserted the well-lubricated tip of the anal douche into his tight, puckered hole. I slowly introduced the warm water into his ass and he shuddered as the water warmed him from the inside out. Not a lot of water was needed, and the bulb emptied quickly.
He helped me bathe and when finished, I stepped out of the shower, took a towel to the bedroom to dry off and allowed him the bathroom to himself. Before long, he came into the bedroom where I waited for him--the strap-on once again standing proudly against my wet pussy.
I told him to tell me what he wanted from me, but when he started to say that I knew what he wanted, but I stopped him mid-sentence. "I want to HEAR YOU tell me what you want me to do to you! Make me understand how BADLY you need and want me to fuck you,Scott! TELL me how fast and hard you want me to pound your sweet ass...TELL ME!"
Walking over to where I was lying back on the bed, I saw in his eyes that he finally understood what I wanted him to do and he felt no embarrassment or shame as he practically growled, "I want you to bend me over and I want you to fuck me hard, Linda. I want you to pound into me as hard ad fast as you can. My ass is for YOUR pleasure, fuck me like OWN it, because you do! Watching you on the dance floor tonight had me so hard I could hardly play my guitar!! I knew that watching you practically fuck someone else where I, and everyone else, could see would get me off, but tonight was fucking hot!! Watching you fulfill MY fantasy made me realize just how lucky I am that I'm yours. Tonight I realized that you own me and I wanted you to fuck my ass right there, in the middle of the dance floor so EVERYONE would know I belong to you and that they couldn't have you!"
"I wasn't sure you were still putting on a show for me when you kept dancing after the music had stopped... Knowing that you had that strap-on under your dress and thinking of you pounding it into someone else just about drove me nuts! That guy would have bent over and let you fuck his ass right there in front of everyone, if you would have done it and all I could think was that if he made any kind of move to take you home with him, I'd tear him apart! Fuck me, Linda, fuck me hard and long, show me that I'm all you want or need!"
I knew that my anniversary gift to Scott had been all he had hoped it would be, but the best was yet to come. I was in control. I showed him, as he had done so many times for me, what it felt like to be fucked with pure lust and abandon! I had never allowed myself to assume the dominant role in our sexual relationship, thinking it would make him feel less of a man. That night though, I realized that he NEEDED me to take his body and claim it as MINE, the same as I had, at times, needed him to establish his control and possession of me!
With this realization, I finally felt free enough to just TAKE my pleasure and not worry about giving equally in return. I took my pleasure FROM him, not WITH him. I took license and fucked him as I WANTED and how I enjoyed. I didn't ASK him, I just DID it! If I thought of something that I found pleasurable when he fucked me, I fucked him the same way.
He was surprised by my actions at first, but I KNEW he enjoyed every moment of it. As I slid into his tight , dark hole from behind, my fingers grabbed in his waist-length hair like reins, and I pounded his ass as fast and hard as I could. Sweat poured from my body onto his back and my grunts and pants filled the air and I didn't care who heard! When I finally allowed him to cum, his body was wracked as if by convulsions and he blew his load harder than I'd ever seen!
My lust and need wasn't satisfied yet, though. He had unleashed a beast from deep inside me that had never been allowed freedom before, and we both tapped into stores of sexual energy we never knew we possessed.
There seemed to be no end to the things I wanted to experience from my new position of control. I fucked him in every position! I watched from below as he sat over my cock and slowly eased inch after inch of my thick cock into his body. I was watching MY COCK enter HIS body and I watched the pleasure on his face in awe as he rode me with abandon. As he rose and fell faster and deeper with each stroke I watched intently until I was buried completely inside his hot hole.
Having ridden him hundreds of times, I knew the pleasure HE was experiencing having ME inside of HIM, and now I knew the pleasure HE felt being inside ME as he watched me taking my pleasure, as well!
As my energy began to fade, I leaned back with my hands supporting my weight from behind and drew him close, his legs wrapped around me, my cock buried completely within the hot, dark confines of his sweet ass. It was in this position that we shared our first kiss of the night. As we rocked gently together, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm, we made love for the first time this evening, as well.
Our lust had been sated, leaving behind the tenderness and love that were the usual form our sexual coupling took. As we held each other close, my strap-on cock inside him, his cock pressed between our bodies and being stroked by our united flesh, we ended the evening as one always fantasizes and hopes their lovemaking will end...in a flood of both his and my nectar, mingling and mixing with each successive pulse, until there was no way to tell the two had not always been one fluid form.
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