Simple Black Dress

He pulled his stiff, throbbing cock out of her wet, aching pussy and forced it into his dark suit pants, tried to calm it down. Zipped up and kissed her neck.

He'd been standing behind her as she looked over the balcony railing at the river. The Kennedy Center was glorious, even in the dark of the evening. She took a sip of her red wine as he smoothed her simple black dress over the ass he loved so dearly.

Sure, others had been out there, but all they could really see was a couple that was especially amorous. Had anyone seen his cock? Did they notice her face as he had entered her? Maybe, but they didn't care.

He HAD to be inside her. At that exact moment. He was pleasantly surprised by her lack of panties and the dripping wet desire he found. Just one, two thrusts... then he held himself there for a moment. It was intermission, they had 5 more minutes to get back to their seats and finish Swan Lake.

They turned and walked back, hand-in-hand. She was stunning. In her black heels, her height matched his. Her dark hair and inviting eyes always caught attention. He was simple, clean, neat. Dark hair and darker eyes. Mystery and calm.

She knew the other ladies were noticing his still-hard bulge and she knew that only she held the key to what he desired.

Once they sat down, he slipped his hand onto her thigh... then up under her dress to find the magic she held there. His finger pressed against her engorged clit, then pushed into the open folds of her incredible pussy.

He pulled a finger out and rubbed his nose, licked, tasted the essence of her he craved.

Back again, his hand covering her quivering mound, his fingers dancing to the music, her breathing growing more intense. She leaned her head back as he took her to climax, careful not to make a sound, though the woman to her right seemed to know exactly what was happening.

In the Lyft on the way home, she couldn't resist, and her hand went into his pants, over his boxer briefs, slowly stroking his amazing cock.

They walked in to his condo, and he closed the door and pressed her to the wall, showering her with hungry, desperate kisses.

She pulled him away from the door and led him to his favorite chair. Told him to sit down.

She took her dress off over her head, left her heels on, and walked toward him. No bra, no panties, just 4 inch black heels.

She unzipped his black pants, took out his throbbing cock, and kissed it, then looked up at him and then kissed his lips.

She was in his chair now, straddling him, holding his cock in her hand... the tip of him inside her, his moan sweet ecstasy in her ears.

She eased down his thick shaft, took all of him in, her pussy resting on his balls. And looked into his eyes and said: "Fuck me...."

And he did..... he thrust into her with all he could while his mouth tasted her neck, her shoulders, her breasts... he could not believe how wet and tight and wonderful she felt... he gripped her firm ass, tasted her lips.... and as he felt her coming to another climax, he kissed her lips and let the throbbing of her pussy bring him to orgasm.

Her head on his chest, she fell asleep, visions of the black swan dancing in her head, his cock semi-hard, glistening, the rest of him still in a suit.