Night Stroll

Terrance walked her down the street, the strength of his arm around her shoulders the only thing keeping her trembling body from turning back the way they came.  The dinner had been succulent, a four star restaurant that cost more than his father had made in a month.  The dress was a gift, desig
ner label.  Probably made on the backs of poorly paid labor and marked up in price until those who made it could never aspire to wear it.  He lavished her in gifts of this nature until she was convinced of his influence and power, and that is what he needed to prove now.
The dark of night was setting in and the stink of garbage and filth wafted on the night breeze.  Her eyes darted from boarded up windows and overturned trash cans.  Lifting up her dress at any puddle she couldn't identify as water.  He pulled her along, confident and calm.

 "I don't like this, T."  Her voice was soft and quiet.  As if whatever monsters lurked behind the nailed shut doors would burst out after them if they heard the squeaking of her mouse like whining.

Pushing her against the lamp post, he brought his body close to hers.  His fingers moving along her neck, wrapping around the back to twist her until she was looking into his dark blue eyes.  She trembled, but relaxed against him when is other arm moved around her.  The soft brush of his lips across hers made her breath catch in her throat and any thoughts of getting away were forgotten.

"You trust me don't you?"  His lips brushed hers again, keeping each kiss as light as a butterfly.  The softness of her hair slipped through her fingers as he gripped near her skull and pulled to arch her head back.  Her soft moan and the way she gripped his coat to pull him closer made a small smile cross his lips before they sucked down at the pulse that rushed through her veins.




"Yesss."  She hissed her reply and then bit down on her lip to stifle further moans.  Her hands sliding over his chest and around his shoulders.
His hand slid along her body, rough palms pressed against the smooth silk fabric covering her breast.  Cupping that orb, brushing his thumb across her nipple in a few slow strokes.  The moans came now, no longer held back as they flooded the shadows of the night.  The hardened tip pressed out against its covered prison, finding his fingers ready for it.  Trapping it, tugging and rolling it between their thick pads.

"T.  Take me home plea... Oh God..."  Her words became a whimper as he bit down on the other nipple through the thin dress.  Sucking it, tongue making the silk wet with his saliva while teasing the her in rough strokes across the sensitive tip.  Her hand moved to his head, fingers in his hair as she pulled him into her breast.  The weight of him pressing her against the lamp.  It's light highlighting his aggressive mauling of her breasts while hiding everything else in the night's growing darkness.

His cock raged in his pants now.  Pulling her back against him, letting her feel his growing need pressed against her cheeks.  Taking her breast in hand, squeezing it while holding her body firmly against his chest.  The slit of the dress opening easily for his probing fingers as he searched out the truth of her arousal.

"You are too wet to make it home."  Terrance whispered in her ear.  Her groan and the small nod of her head was all he needed.  Thick fingers pushed at her panties, grinding long her mound where her panties had already become soaked with her own excitement.  He pressed his fingers harder against her, moving in long strokes as he twisted her head around to kiss him again.  Their tongues sliding against each other as the passion pushed away the fear of the night. 

 Her hips buck, working her sweet sex against his fingers.   Her hand moved across his thigh.  Nails raking the smooth fabric along their path upward.  Stopping as they wrapped around his bulge, trying feel its girth through the cloth.

"Take it out."  He stated, calm and firm as his fingers continued their torturous tease.

Her hand trembled as she gripped the zipper, pulling it down the teeth slowly in case they got caught against his flesh.  Reaching in, wrapping her small hand around his shaft and pulling it out.  The sudden freedom brought a tremble along his spine.  Looking down at her fingers around his shaft, their warm grip traveling his length.

Terrance turned her around roughly, kissing her with a growing hunger.  Startled, she worked to keep her heart calm, as she continued to her please his rigid member.  His hands move to her shoulders, pushing her down to her knees before him.  She looked up into his eyes, her dress dragging on the dirty sidewalk as her tongue slips out to taste the reward of her labor. 





His back arched as she took him into her mouth.  Terrance's groan of pleasure came from deep down in his body.  The first of many that would echo out into the shadows of the night.

Story by: mystermitch resident

Models: mystermitch resident

Abby Sinclair

Furniture Used:  ::WS:: Limelight Lamp Post