The door slammed shut with a heavy thud behind us, and I flipped the light on. It was dimly lit by a fluorescent tube light that needed to be changed. It perfectly set the mood. Chris stood there, just watching me as I reached up and slid the strap of my dress from my shoulder to reveal the satin bra strap. His face longed at the thought of what might be underneath. I slid the other dress strap off my shoulder to reveal the other bra strap, then I reached behind my back and slowly started to unzip until the whole dress fell to the floor. So did Chris’s jaw, just like it had in my foyer, and he stood there frozen, taking in the sight of me in nothing but stilettos and lingerie. When he couldn’t take it any longer, he stepped towards me.
“Is this what was in the bag?” he asked softly, and I nodded.
“Do you like it?” I asked, cocking my head, as my hair fell onto my shoulder across my breasts.
He didn’t say a word, he just reached forward and gently moved my hair from my chest and back behind my shoulders, then he quickly picked me up and laid me on the equipment table. My hair was in a loose nest of strawberry blonde waves all around me.
Towering over me in his tuxedo, he started tracing the outline of my bra lightly with his fingertips. I arched my back and shuddered at his touch. He wasted no time as he hooked his fingers inside my bra to reveal the fullness of my breast, then dove down on it, ready to feast. The juxtaposition of me lying almost naked on this table with him working me over in his tuxedo was utterly intoxicating.
His hands moved to my sides as they slid down to my panties, and he motioned for me to buck my hips so that he could slide them off. I obliged. As I raised my hips for him, he quickly slid my panties to my ankles, and then he lifted my thighs onto his shoulders as he sat down on the table. I raised my head off the table to look at him before he dove into me, licking me like his life depended on it. This time, I wasn’t going to let him leave this room without returning the favor.
Before I was close to coming, I pushed his head off of me, and I climbed off the table. His expression of confusion pleased me.
“You’re turn.”
His eyes were saucers. I spun him around and pushed him aggressively onto the edge of the table. Without saying another word, and my panties still around my ankles, I knelt before him, unbuckled his pants, and curled my fingers into his waistband to pull them down. Once the waistband passed the tip of his cock, it sprang forward, desperate to be touched. I ran my hand up the shaft, and he sucked in a breath until I got to the tip, then I wrapped my hand around it and stroked down firmly. I started slowly, at first, and then increased speed until he was rock hard, and he closed his eyes from pleasure. With my free hand, I reached up and gently touched his balls from below. His eyes shot open, and he touched the top of my head in appreciation.
My mouth found the inside of his thigh, and I ran kisses all the way up until I got to the base of his cock. Then I opened my mouth and let my tongue slowly lick all the way up until I got to the tip. I could see him watching me as I worked. In one sudden move, I plunged the length of him deep inside my mouth. He let out a moan as I took all of him into my throat. I could feel his veins pulsing against my tongue as I sucked him back and forth from the base to the tip, over and over. His hand on my head pressed lightly to the rhyme of his preference, and I let him guide me.
“I’m going to come, Allie,” he said, as his chest heaved, and I kept up the rhythm of him in my mouth as he did one final thrust, and then I felt his warm eruption wash down the back of my throat.
He exhaled loudly as he reached down to gently remove himself from my mouth, then he helped me to my feet, and he buckled his pants. As soon as he fastened his belt, he spun me around, pushed my back up against the wall, and slammed his mouth against mine.
“Allie,” he whispered into my mouth, my panties still around my ankles.
“Yeah?” I replied, but he didn’t respond; he just kissed me again and pulled away.
“I want to fuck you so badly, baby.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He pushed me up against the wall as I stepped out of my panties and propped a leg onto the equipment table, then he immediately grabbed his cock and produced a condom. He wasted no time sliding it down his shaft and then rubbing the tip against the wetness between my legs. I was still soaking from the arousal of his tongue upon me. He dipped in and out of me just an inch at a time before he finally gave one hard thrust and was completely inside. I let out a shrill whimper as he entered me, and he grabbed my hair and tipped my head back, nipping at my neck, clearly turned on by the sound. He pumped his hips against mine in hard slaps, as I took in all of him. My body was now accustomed to him inside of me, and I loved the sensation. With each thrust, my muscles tightened around him and my climax grew. I could feel the familiar waves of warmth begin to rise higher and higher until I couldn’t take it much more, and I thought my head was going to explode.
“I’m close,” I panted.
“Me too, baby, me too,” he said as his thrusts became harder and his moans became louder.
All at once, he let out one long sound that could only be described as euphoric, and I knew that he had let it all go. I wasn’t quite there myself when he erupted, so the feeling of my own euphoria was quickly subsiding, but I didn’t want to make him feel bad, so I tried to play along.
“That was so good, wasn’t it?” he asked, and I just nodded so as not to hurt his feelings.
“Can you help me back into my dress?” I asked.
He glanced over at my dress, then he bent over and slid my panties back up onto my hips slowly, and pulled me in for a kiss. Once he pulled away, he walked back over to grab my dress that was now crumpled in a heap on the floor.
“Arms up,” he said as he pulled it over my head and onto my body. I turned around once it was in place, and he zipped it slowly up my back. He kissed my neck as he went. “You’re a dream.”
As soon as we were both fully dressed, he picked up my shoes, and we walked hand in hand back to the party, where the others hadn’t even noticed that we were gone. Now that the hunger in Chris’s eyes had eased, we would both be able to have some fun. The music played on as we all danced as a group wildly around the room. At this point, Isabelle and I were barefoot, our feet both blistered from the skinny straps of our satin heels. I glanced over at Isabelle, and she pulled me in close to whisper in my ear.
“Watson kissed me and asked me to be his girlfriend, Allie!” she said, with the biggest smile I had ever seen on her. I hugged her tightly and told her I was so happy for her, then we hooked arms and spun each other until we were both dizzy. If only she knew what I had just done with Chris.
“If you ever need a place to get away, I suggest the equipment shed on the soccer field,” I said with a wink.
“Allie Wyatt!” she said, with a gasp. “Thanks for the tip.” Then we headed for the refreshments table.
“Today was so fun,” I said, before we returned to our dates, and we all danced the night away.
As soon as I got home, I found my journal between my mattress.
