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Beneath the Shadows of the Cloud Covered Moon
She entered the doorway of the munchie, dressed subtle slut perhaps to some, demurely in the eyes of others. Her long hair cascading upon her shoulders, the neon lights enhanced the purple highlights that flickered through her raven hair.
Light reflected off the silver feather earrings and necklace, giving away her identity to those who had met her in the chat rooms. As eyes scanned her they took in her long legs, gracefully sculpted in her ankle high boots and the cloaked in the sleekness of her silken hose which rose to hem of her thigh high skirt. A hint of stocking tops show, acknowledging that, yes, she wears stockings and a garter beneath the little plaid skirt. Minds wonder if silken panties caress her buttocks or if her moistness would slightly flow from the undressed flesh beneath.
She felt the eyes upon her as she stepped into the room. Her nipples hardened against her white blouse and those close noticed the slight strain through the gauze-like fabric draping her bosom. She’s not greatly endowed, her breasts slight, almost adolescent-like resembling a young woman in bloom.
She felt eyes taking her in and this brought a flush to her face and she cast her dark eyes to the floor. Her eyes still lowered are shadowed softly in the subdued lighting, yet near her brow specs of highlights flicker off the light. She exudes a touch of erotica and a hint of the exotic as she moistens her lips, sensually, with her tongue.
She can hear murmurs within the room which bounce off the walls…she stands beside her friend…palms moist and then she looks up taking in the wall of faces watching her.
Face flushed…she wishes she had just breezed in quickly off to the side of the room, unseen and unheard and blended into the wallpaper. After what seems like an eternity, “Lance” takes her hand and whispers, “Let’s go to the bar.” She nods her head in relief and follows him, grateful to have her roommate with her. Near the bar she slips in and out of the bodies which part for her, to reach its end and finds comfort in the shadows enveloping her. Lance ordered their drinks and brought her the diet soda with ice. Lifting the wetness to her parched mouth, the red lips wrap around the straw, slowly began to suck to quench her thirst.
She slipped upon the barstool crossing her silken legs and pulling her skirt down over the top of her stockings and scans the room, wondering where a certain man may be. Wondering too, if he will be pleased not only with her arrival, but with her appearance. She had dressed for him with the greatest of care. Her eyes dart from man to man, lingering on each one momentarily, looking for some sign of recognition.
From across the room he has watched her since her entrance which had beholden the room. Her grace had attracted all eyes, equally from the men and women alike. As she had entered the room, it seemed as though an aura of sensuality followed her. Though somewhat embarrassed by the attention she had handled herself well, he noted. He also had seen how her submission was evident when she had cast her eyes to the floor; it had not been done purposefully, just naturally from her surrounding environment. As she drank from the straw, he had drunk in her beauty. He observed her every movement from her velvet ankle boots, molded calves, trembling thighs, hardened nipples tenting her blouse, to her pursed lips which gently suckled and to her dark brown eyes now searching the room for him.
He felt his manhood stir quietly, and noted that the other Dominants in the room were preparing to make their way to her for possible introduction. It was time to reveal himself to her, he was not about to have her land in the palm of another man.
Her eyes still slowly drifted across the room hoping to see some hint that he was here. Her heart beat slowly within her chest, yet it seemed to echo throughout the room. From time to time her eyes would meet those of a Dom, and immediately she’d lower her eyelids, only peeking up to look for a nod or some sign of acknowledgement. Her eyes searched and then happened upon a man rising from his chair. His eyes met hers and within them she saw the flicker of a dancing smile within them.
As he rose, she felt the butterflies within her groin begin to wake. Her eyes dropped to the floor momentarily and she tried to steady her rising breath, and slowly she lifted her eyes to him once more. Her purple nails rose instinctively to her mouth as she saw him approaching her. A small smile played upon her lips and her eyes twinkled when she knew without a doubt it was him. Her heart began to pound and she felt moistness between her thighs as he strode towards her, undaunted by the others around him.
He approached her without losing her eye contact, except for her momentary submissive response now and then. That was an acceptable reaction from her, after all he was the alpha being and she was here to meet him. He liked the sparkle of her eyes, revealing her innocence despite her maturity he knew of. With her being dressed as she was, was especially pleasing to him, his little woman child, who obeyed well and they had not even met officially, though would within seconds.
As he continued his way towards her, he felt the eyes of the other men and noted approvingly that they stepped back from his path to her. Dominants amongst dominants ~ the silent code of honor and respect and he nodded to each as he passed, they nodded or smiled back, knowing he was about to claim what was his.
She watched him make his way towards her and the response of others about him. No words had been spoken by any. There was no need. When their eyes had met, it seemed as though their spirits met and had wanton coitus in the middle of the room, seen, yet unseen by all. She was marked invisibly by him and the musk that rose from between her quivering thighs was most certainly owned by him and every other part of her being.
She slipped from the stool when he reached her, wanting to kneel but not sure of the appropriateness of doing so in this company. Thus she bowed her head until she felt his palm lift her face towards his. He felt the trembles rushing through her body at his touch. He smiled down at her and whispered, “Good girl.” Her eyes flickered glints of happiness. Barely audible, she whispered, “Thank you, Daddy.” Her aroma reached his nostrils and his loins were on fire.
The sounds of the blues in the background added more to his burning desires. He would take advantage of this moment to feel her against him. Taking her arm in his strong hands he led her through the audience ~ they had obviously become the stage of attention for the group, despite both being new to this munchie. Their essence of sensuality was like none other here.
As the two made their way across the bar and to the dance floor eyes were upon them. She felt her wetness slowly creeping down her thigh, threatening to reveal itself beneath her short skirt. She flushed from embarrassment when her own scent of sexual desires reached her nostrils; which was intensified by his palm upon her ass, gently caressing the roundness of her cheeks. A small gasp escaped her lips as she felt his finger running up and down the crack~in full view of the room.
A low chuckle was heard and he breathed into her ear and asked, “What’s wrong my little girl?” Her heart pounded ferociously within her chest and her childlike voice replied, “Nothing, Daddy.” Yet her womanhood belied this, as more juices gushed from her hidden female pocket and trickled down her alabaster thighs, now causing the dampness to reach her stocking tops.
His strong arms took her lithe body as the saxophone began to drone to oldie “Blueberry Hill” and the room no longer existed for them. He gazed down at the little one before him, his child woman, his possession of pleasure. He pressed himself against her groin so she could feel his hardness. He watched her as her hips danced invitingly against him, his fingers slipped beneath the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it.
The ceiling lights danced upon the skin of her ass. The audience, though oblivious to them, smiled as they saw her silken panties framed by her garter. The smiles and murmurs went unseen and unheard as his fingers crept beneath the silk panties and slide between the cheeks, gently probing and exploring as their hips swayed in time to the songs that played.
She was lost in ecstasy in the strong arms that held her tightly and unabashedly she moved her body so she could be felt by him. If it not been for being with him, she undoubtedly would not have allowed herself to be so openly displayed upon the dance floor. But from the moment they had met, even on-line, their oneness was evident immediately. She felt his fingers move from her ass, up her hips, to her bosom and to the buttons which were being undone, one by one. Her nipples ached for his touch and he knew this.
He lowered his mouth to her lips, slowly taking her mouth with his tongue as his fingers pinched her nipples. A guttural moan escaped from her, as did a gush of her womanly fluids, warming and cooling upon her thighs, glistening in the swirling dance lights for all to see. Her head fell back as she felt his lips trace down her neck to breasts. Her ebony hair reached her waist and her gasps were heard as his lips took her nipple into his mouth and he began to suck and nibble it gently. Their musk filled the air surrounding them and wafted to the audience.
The room was quiet except for hushed gasps, muted whispers and the sensual music the blues band continued to play. The band members knowingly, choosing music to enhance the erotic passions being revealed upon the dance floor.
Beads of sweat upon their brows glinted in the light as they danced almost animalistically before the captivated audience. Nothing like this had ever taken place at their events before. Management had been told of the happenings and had come in to halt the display, but they too became entranced by the sensual display of sheer erotic pleasure. Gasps escaped lips when he dropped to his knees, lifted her plaid skirt and with one swift movement cast to the floor her silken panties that had covered her glistening, bald pussy.
His tongue slowly reached forward between her pouty lips and slowly began to dance within the folds of her womanly, yet child-like flesh. Her hands rose to her hair and gripped instinctively in her throes of pleasure being unleashed by his eager tongue.
His hands slid to her ass parting it for all to see and then he wet his finger in her juices and slide it deep into her waiting bud and he nuzzled her clit harder. Tiny screams of her pleasure filled the room, mixed with the rising murmurs of the gathered crowd. The saxophone rolled out a triumphant tune of erotica and slowly lulled off into silence, as the band itself became totally entranced.
He noted the hushed silence that filled the room and felt his little one collapsing into his palms. Slowly he rose to his feet with her in his arms and undaunted again, strode through the parting figures to the patio. He smiled as her eyes began to flicker open as he carried her. Her tongue tried to wet her parched lips and he reached for a glass of water off a table they passed and gently lifted it to her lips.
Her eyes sparkled in gratitude, and mouthed a thank you. “Hush, little girl, Rest for a moment. In a few moments, in the privacy of the outdoors, you will thank me properly.”, he said. “You’ve pleased me very much tonight already, little girl, but I know you long to bring daddy his release and my seed will fill every cavity you have to offer me.” She smiled and whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”
He strode through the beveled glass doorway to the semi-darkness of the patio and the doors swung shut behind them. He knew that curious eyes would watch from afar, yet that none would follow them outdoors.
Once more the stage was set, this time in the darkness of the night under the flickering white outdoor lights and beneath the shadows of the cloud covered moon. He set her down upon her knees and she crawled to him, the wanton little girl slut she was-unashamed to bring his every release for all to see.
Disclaimer: Erotica by feather is merely written for enhancing erotic thoughts. It has not been written to promote Safe, Sane and Consensual types of reality-based interactions amongst people.
©Copyright 03-24-03 mjwr aka feather Protected by the copyright law. Not to be reproduced or copied without the express permission of the author. [email protected]
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