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He takes my hands again and brings them back around to his front, slowly inching closer to the large bulge as his hips continue to thrust and shimmy. When I look up at him, his head tips back just as he draws my fingers over the hard shaft in his pants.
CHAPTEREIGHT
He releases my hands once they’ve reached the intended destination, and I’m free to explore on my own. I slide my hand along the length of him until I reach the ridges of the head of his stiff cock, and my pussy clenches so tight it’s nearly painful.
His hand returns to guide me, one stroke, then another, and I’m getting wetter as he gets harder.
Abruptly, he stands, lifts me from the chair, and takes my place. He sits, pulling me onto his lap so that I’m facing him, my legs straddling his, my dress riding up so high that my red lace panties are exposed.
He’s distracted for a minute by my spiderweb stockings, his fingers playing over the tops of them, slipping under, then smoothing over my thighs, making me shiver even though I’m plenty warm.
When I start to wriggle with need, he pulls my hips tighter to him, rubbing my pussy over his erection. I’m so worked up, I nearly come at first contact.
He grinds me against him once, twice, three times, then slides me back a couple of inches, making room for his hands to push my dress up further and dip into the top edge of my underwear.
I should care that this stranger is about to touch me in my most private spot in the middle of this crowded room, but I don’t. I can’t. Not when it feels like this.
And I’ve just touched him, so it’s only fair.
But I touched him through his clothing, and his fingers are now brushing over my bare skin, and he’s about to find out how very wet I am.
He’s had a mischievous expression throughout most of our encounter, but when he reaches my wet folds, his mouth goes still, intent, and I watch that focus turn to awe as he presses a finger inside me.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
I have a fuzzy awareness of the announcer speaking from the stage, but as this man claims my pussy with a second finger, my universe narrows to just him and me.
He lets his palm graze my clit, and when he sees my reaction, he puts his fingers to the task, finding just the right spot to make me squirm with pleasure.
It only takes a few strokes, and I’m crying out, losing control, finding a release so intense it’s scary.
Later, I’ll be grateful the room was so noisy that I’m sure no one heard me, but right now, I’m taking a break from reality to visit another realm where ecstasy reigns.
The orgasm is brief but intense, satisfying but also a tease that makes me want more.
As I return to this world, the sexy scientist pulls his hand away and straightens my clothing.
“How did you do that?” I ask. “I’ve never come so quickly.” Are these Club Red men trained in this sort of pleasure, too?
He only grins in response, though his smile is much more sinful now than playful.
He leans close to my ear, his deep voice rumbling. “Did that feel good?”
“My god,” is all I can say.
The reality of our surroundings are starting to come back to me. I can’t believe I just had an orgasm, here in a public place with a stranger.
He must see these thoughts on my face, because he says, “It’s okay. No one saw.” Further smoothing down my dress, he turns me around on his lap so I have a view of the stage.
Believe it or not, the costume contest is still going on. It feels as though hours have passed, though I suppose it’s only been minutes. The audience is still screaming as men walk across the stage. The contestants are spaced further apart now, just five of them up there. It appears that they’re the finalists.
There’s an Egyptian pharaoh with massive arms, a shirtless baseball player, a surfer dude, a horned demon … andmy vampire.
My face heats the moment I spot him, and he’s looking right back at me!
The stage is far away, and there are loads of people between him and me, but I’d swear he’s looking into my eyes, and here I am, sitting on the scientist’s lap.
The pirate announcer gestures to the vampire, encouraging the audience to cheer for him. To my surprise, the mad scientist helps me to my feet, then stands up himself and pumps his fist in the air, cheering loudly for the vampire.
