An attempt by me at story telling. Enjoy.
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I thought Teresa was a fun girl. When we first started to date, I knew something was different about her. I needed someone a little different. I met her at her older sister's birthday party and she wore a pair of jeans and a fishnet top with nothing on underneath. I did not realise it at first, thinking that any girl who wears such a top is also wearing a flesh colored piece underneath, especially at her own sister's birthday function. Yet as I made an excuse to get her attention on the sundeck that evening, I noticed her modest pink nipples poking through. Teresa always smiled even as your eyes wandered over her body. Not long after our first meeting, we began to date.
Saturday night was our night out. We chose to go to a local Vancouver nightclub, one she had never visited, "Celebrities". I told her that it was where a lot of gay people went, and that almost anything goes there because of it. That night Teresa came to me and asked what I would like her to wear. I said the sheer black dancer's top with the gray pleated miniskirt and heels. She was more than happy to hear that, and flashed me that smile again. It was the exhibitionist in her that found its pedestal in my eyes. I knew she'd be game for a see-through top, and came back to model for me in obvious delight. Her round breasts prodded the scoop neck of her top forward. The thinness of it showed her nipples. "Like this?" she said, as she twirled and then pulled the skirt up to reveal a thin red thong. "You're perfect darling", I said, purposely concealing my smile.
The lineup was long but the wait was worth it. Inside it was packed with people, a bustle of beer, hair, skin, perfume, and sweat. Teresa enjoys the night life and crowds of people, so this was her element. Drinks in hand, alternating with cigarettes, we danced among the party goers. Men snuck looks her way to see her brazen nakedness when the spot light shone on her sheer top and upper body. They whispered in groups and jeered among themselves, the women either hissed or were forcefully ambivalent, or envied her. No matter, she was mine and not one hand was going to touch her except my own. On the dance floor I graced my finger over her left breast and pinched her nipple lightly through the thin spandex. She pulled back slightly and giggled. Now her nipple was standing very erect for all to see. She was slightly embarrassed, so I stood a little closer in front to shield her a bit and placed my hand around her onto her back to keep her close. I leaned forward and told her, "your other nipple now" as I cupped her other breast and gave a small pinch. She looked down and let her hair dishevel over her face, but we knew the faceless dance crowd was taking interest. We left it at that and let our bodies blend in with the music on the floor.
I went to get our drinks. With them in hand, we decided to walk about together and enjoy the atmosphere. We spent some time in the rather well-lit smoking room where other couples and their friends hung out. It was a nice place to chit chat with strangers as the loud volume of the music did not seep much into the room. Only couples dared to initiate conversation, and even then it was usually the woman who did while the man's eyes lingered on Teresa's breasts under the translucent top. During a hesitating lapse in another woman's trailing monologue, Teresa leaned forward and whispered that we should leave. It was obvious the conversation was getting uncomfortable for its triviality, but that a deeper question was on the lips of the anonymous couple. I imagined what that might have been, but it was as though Teresa already knew. Knowing that Teresa had never been up on the balcony, it seemed a funner distraction now before any further involvement with that curious couple. I then led her upstairs to the balcony that overlooked the dance floor.
It was dark up there, but I supposed it was not purposely so. Couches lined the walls, and the balcony front was just glass at waist height. The balcony was strangely not very inviting, so perhaps that was why no one was there. Teresa looked down upon the party goers as I stood behind her, holding her. She enjoyed my breath on her neck and the moisture of my kisses. Letting herself be pushed into the balcony glass, she arched her back to receive my hands to her front. My hands found their way across her top and I squeezed her breasts through the fabric. Standing on her toes and lifting her waist, she pressed her bum into my groin. She turned her head to engage her lips to mine. While kissing, I slipped one hand under her skirt. I put my finger under her thong and, in one motion, pulled it down to her knees. With a foot raised to her knee, I pushed the thong down to her ankles. She gasped. I put my knee between her legs, causing her to stand spread apart. The thong was stretched tight against her ankles, so it then caused her to step out of it altogether. I scooped it up off the ground with the heel of my shoe and held it in my hand.
Her neck still bent back, her eyes towards mine, I raised the thong to her face for her to see. Her eyes followed my hand as I ..... threw it out over the balcony onto the dance floor. "Oh my God", she blurted. But it was too late, a group of guys saw her panty as it fell and looked up and saw her. One picked it up and held it up toward us and yelled something while the rest smiled and laughed. She looked away from them and buried her face in my neck. I raised her skirt so that her bare ass would be pressed against me, but the skirt also lifted in the front to show her shaved pussy. I pressed her hips against the balcony glass, her bald pussy showing completely against it. The disco ball lights flared about, glancing off the glass, highlighting her bareness. The men on the dance floor stared, mouths agape. She opened her eyes to look down upon them, the excitement overcoming her body until she could not stand it further. She put her head back again, resting on me, eyes closed.
I wore my shirt untucked as I usually do. I was lucky because it allowed me to unbutton my pants to let my cock out unseen under the shirt. It was stiff and hard, and seeking to penetrate. With Teresa's skirt up around her waist, I entered from behind her wet wet pussy. I kept her baldness pressed against the glass as I pushed into her. She reached up and behind my neck to hold my face closer to her's. She refused to open her eyes, but instead let the music, voices and hot nightclub air envelope her as her pussy was being fucked. I looked below to see interest gathering, some boldly, some shy but frequent glances, female and male. Still her bald pussy was bared to all behind the glass.
Knowing that soon security would make their presence known, I walked her backwards with me still connected to her and sat on the couch. She then continued the pumping until I saw a man's head peering up from the stairwell. He was coming toward us, holding the hand of a female companion. It seemed they were oblivious to what we were doing, for it was perhaps a bit too dark to see clearly. Teresa quickly jumped off me and sat to my right. I covered my cock, still out, with my shirt.
The couple slowly walked in front of us and overlooked the dance floor from the balcony's edge. Once they had tired of the view, they sat beside us, the girl to my left and the guy to her left. Out of sheer nervousness and excitement, Teresa had drank half her double gin & tonic before they sat down. Her head dizzy with booze, she slumped herself on me. I allowed her head to fall onto my lap, her face resting against my still hard cock with only my shirt in between. The couple beside us kept talking, some chit chat about their friends. I slipped my shirt up to let my cock rub against Teresa's face. Teresa felt the heat of it, and the smoothness of the head against her lips. She opened her mouth and accepted it deeply, sucking it in. Unconciously and consciously, she began bobbing her head up and down ever so slowly. I held myself stern and silent, not wanting to betray ourselves to the couple right beside us. But eventually, I heard a break in the chatter of the girl. I looked sideways over her to see the face of the guy. He quickly turned away and I could hear her say urgently to him, "No! Don't look!". She tried to continue her talk while he pretended to listen, but I felt his eyes on what Teresa was doing. I leaned back into the couch and let Teresa suck me up and down. She was in full motion now as my cock pointed straight up into her mouth. From behind the girl I could see her friend's eyes wandering again to Teresa. I held Teresa's head in my hands, with her mouth still firmly attached to my cock, and tilted her face toward him. He stared. My cock in her mouth. They locked eyes.
In a fit the girl shrieked. She jumped off the couch and grabbed her companion's hand, and stormed off down the balcony toward the stairs. Teresa took her mouth off me and looked at me, and snickered for a moment, and resumed. I was about to come and told her so. She continued unabated allowing me to go off in her mouth, but I stopped her short of it. I took her half full glass and came inside it, watching my cum swirl into the liquid. I gently gyrated the glass in my hand to mix it well and gave it back to her.
"Let's go", I said, as I did up my pants and took her by the hand. She held the glass and walked with me back down to the dance floor. I led her right next to the crowd of guys who had been looking up. They stared at her, and with her eyes on them, she raised her glass and drank.
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I thought Teresa was a fun girl. When we first started to date, I knew something was different about her. I needed someone a little different. I met her at her older sister's birthday party and she wore a pair of jeans and a fishnet top with nothing on underneath. I did not realise it at first, thinking that any girl who wears such a top is also wearing a flesh colored piece underneath, especially at her own sister's birthday function. Yet as I made an excuse to get her attention on the sundeck that evening, I noticed her modest pink nipples poking through. Teresa always smiled even as your eyes wandered over her body. Not long after our first meeting, we began to date.
Saturday night was our night out. We chose to go to a local Vancouver nightclub, one she had never visited, "Celebrities". I told her that it was where a lot of gay people went, and that almost anything goes there because of it. That night Teresa came to me and asked what I would like her to wear. I said the sheer black dancer's top with the gray pleated miniskirt and heels. She was more than happy to hear that, and flashed me that smile again. It was the exhibitionist in her that found its pedestal in my eyes. I knew she'd be game for a see-through top, and came back to model for me in obvious delight. Her round breasts prodded the scoop neck of her top forward. The thinness of it showed her nipples. "Like this?" she said, as she twirled and then pulled the skirt up to reveal a thin red thong. "You're perfect darling", I said, purposely concealing my smile.
The lineup was long but the wait was worth it. Inside it was packed with people, a bustle of beer, hair, skin, perfume, and sweat. Teresa enjoys the night life and crowds of people, so this was her element. Drinks in hand, alternating with cigarettes, we danced among the party goers. Men snuck looks her way to see her brazen nakedness when the spot light shone on her sheer top and upper body. They whispered in groups and jeered among themselves, the women either hissed or were forcefully ambivalent, or envied her. No matter, she was mine and not one hand was going to touch her except my own. On the dance floor I graced my finger over her left breast and pinched her nipple lightly through the thin spandex. She pulled back slightly and giggled. Now her nipple was standing very erect for all to see. She was slightly embarrassed, so I stood a little closer in front to shield her a bit and placed my hand around her onto her back to keep her close. I leaned forward and told her, "your other nipple now" as I cupped her other breast and gave a small pinch. She looked down and let her hair dishevel over her face, but we knew the faceless dance crowd was taking interest. We left it at that and let our bodies blend in with the music on the floor.
I went to get our drinks. With them in hand, we decided to walk about together and enjoy the atmosphere. We spent some time in the rather well-lit smoking room where other couples and their friends hung out. It was a nice place to chit chat with strangers as the loud volume of the music did not seep much into the room. Only couples dared to initiate conversation, and even then it was usually the woman who did while the man's eyes lingered on Teresa's breasts under the translucent top. During a hesitating lapse in another woman's trailing monologue, Teresa leaned forward and whispered that we should leave. It was obvious the conversation was getting uncomfortable for its triviality, but that a deeper question was on the lips of the anonymous couple. I imagined what that might have been, but it was as though Teresa already knew. Knowing that Teresa had never been up on the balcony, it seemed a funner distraction now before any further involvement with that curious couple. I then led her upstairs to the balcony that overlooked the dance floor.
It was dark up there, but I supposed it was not purposely so. Couches lined the walls, and the balcony front was just glass at waist height. The balcony was strangely not very inviting, so perhaps that was why no one was there. Teresa looked down upon the party goers as I stood behind her, holding her. She enjoyed my breath on her neck and the moisture of my kisses. Letting herself be pushed into the balcony glass, she arched her back to receive my hands to her front. My hands found their way across her top and I squeezed her breasts through the fabric. Standing on her toes and lifting her waist, she pressed her bum into my groin. She turned her head to engage her lips to mine. While kissing, I slipped one hand under her skirt. I put my finger under her thong and, in one motion, pulled it down to her knees. With a foot raised to her knee, I pushed the thong down to her ankles. She gasped. I put my knee between her legs, causing her to stand spread apart. The thong was stretched tight against her ankles, so it then caused her to step out of it altogether. I scooped it up off the ground with the heel of my shoe and held it in my hand.
Her neck still bent back, her eyes towards mine, I raised the thong to her face for her to see. Her eyes followed my hand as I ..... threw it out over the balcony onto the dance floor. "Oh my God", she blurted. But it was too late, a group of guys saw her panty as it fell and looked up and saw her. One picked it up and held it up toward us and yelled something while the rest smiled and laughed. She looked away from them and buried her face in my neck. I raised her skirt so that her bare ass would be pressed against me, but the skirt also lifted in the front to show her shaved pussy. I pressed her hips against the balcony glass, her bald pussy showing completely against it. The disco ball lights flared about, glancing off the glass, highlighting her bareness. The men on the dance floor stared, mouths agape. She opened her eyes to look down upon them, the excitement overcoming her body until she could not stand it further. She put her head back again, resting on me, eyes closed.
I wore my shirt untucked as I usually do. I was lucky because it allowed me to unbutton my pants to let my cock out unseen under the shirt. It was stiff and hard, and seeking to penetrate. With Teresa's skirt up around her waist, I entered from behind her wet wet pussy. I kept her baldness pressed against the glass as I pushed into her. She reached up and behind my neck to hold my face closer to her's. She refused to open her eyes, but instead let the music, voices and hot nightclub air envelope her as her pussy was being fucked. I looked below to see interest gathering, some boldly, some shy but frequent glances, female and male. Still her bald pussy was bared to all behind the glass.
Knowing that soon security would make their presence known, I walked her backwards with me still connected to her and sat on the couch. She then continued the pumping until I saw a man's head peering up from the stairwell. He was coming toward us, holding the hand of a female companion. It seemed they were oblivious to what we were doing, for it was perhaps a bit too dark to see clearly. Teresa quickly jumped off me and sat to my right. I covered my cock, still out, with my shirt.
The couple slowly walked in front of us and overlooked the dance floor from the balcony's edge. Once they had tired of the view, they sat beside us, the girl to my left and the guy to her left. Out of sheer nervousness and excitement, Teresa had drank half her double gin & tonic before they sat down. Her head dizzy with booze, she slumped herself on me. I allowed her head to fall onto my lap, her face resting against my still hard cock with only my shirt in between. The couple beside us kept talking, some chit chat about their friends. I slipped my shirt up to let my cock rub against Teresa's face. Teresa felt the heat of it, and the smoothness of the head against her lips. She opened her mouth and accepted it deeply, sucking it in. Unconciously and consciously, she began bobbing her head up and down ever so slowly. I held myself stern and silent, not wanting to betray ourselves to the couple right beside us. But eventually, I heard a break in the chatter of the girl. I looked sideways over her to see the face of the guy. He quickly turned away and I could hear her say urgently to him, "No! Don't look!". She tried to continue her talk while he pretended to listen, but I felt his eyes on what Teresa was doing. I leaned back into the couch and let Teresa suck me up and down. She was in full motion now as my cock pointed straight up into her mouth. From behind the girl I could see her friend's eyes wandering again to Teresa. I held Teresa's head in my hands, with her mouth still firmly attached to my cock, and tilted her face toward him. He stared. My cock in her mouth. They locked eyes.
In a fit the girl shrieked. She jumped off the couch and grabbed her companion's hand, and stormed off down the balcony toward the stairs. Teresa took her mouth off me and looked at me, and snickered for a moment, and resumed. I was about to come and told her so. She continued unabated allowing me to go off in her mouth, but I stopped her short of it. I took her half full glass and came inside it, watching my cum swirl into the liquid. I gently gyrated the glass in my hand to mix it well and gave it back to her.
"Let's go", I said, as I did up my pants and took her by the hand. She held the glass and walked with me back down to the dance floor. I led her right next to the crowd of guys who had been looking up. They stared at her, and with her eyes on them, she raised her glass and drank.
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Nice story.