The Corner of the room

“ I’m primal on an animalistic level, I love physical contact. I have to be touching my lover always.”

Lana is a 30 year old doctor, never married, living and practicing medicine in Fort Worth. I’m at the black tie gala
for DIFFA (Design Industries Foundation Fighting AIDS). It is about bling, glamour, elegance, libations, more bling, lots of posing and preening and so much fun. This event is where gays are in the majority, the level of fashion and fun is off-the-chart fantastic. The hair, the make-up, the accessories, the frocks…. it’s like an eye candy explosion! A champagne reception kicks off the night with more silent auction items. During a seated dinner, guests enjoy a runway show featuring fashions, musical entertainment and a live auction. It’s the absolute best people-watching of the year. After dinner I go to the bar for a drink, Lana walks through the bar, drawing looks from most of the men. Short black hair, beautiful brown eyes and the sexiest swagger I every saw on a woman. Wearing a short black and red dress with stillitos, she spots me and wanders over. ” Hi John,” she says as she sits down and smiles. We start the usual small talk. Work, clubbing, etc then she hits me with the bombshell. ” I don’t have a boyfriend.. .I’m horny as hell…I hear your available…I have heard the rumors and stories.”

Her left hand lands on my leg and starts lightly stroking my inner thigh. ” Well, why are still waiting here? My car’s outside, let’s go back to my place.” I down my drink and we leave. She’s parked around the side of the hotel near an alley where I have had some very hot sessions in the past. As soon as we’re out of sight from the street, I push her up against the wall and start kissing her. Her tongue darts in and out of my mouth as her hands move to my head. I begin to stroke her back, running my fingers across the back of her ass while kissing her ears and neck.
” Ohhhh,” she moans. ” That’s nice.” Before it gets hotter, I pull away. ” Let’s get you home.” Looking a bit flustered she smiles. ” Not yet,” as she grabs me, pulling me in again. As we kiss, she takes my hand and pushes it up under her dress. ” Feel how wet I am,” she whispers in my ear. I shove two fingers roughly into her pussy and she moans, ” Oh fuck baby, oh fuck yes.” Her pussy is soaking wet and she is hot. I keep two fingers moving in and out.
She goes to stop me. I resist. I want to look into her face as she comes. ‘It won’t be long’ I tell myself. I hold both of her hands up above her. I begin to kiss her neck and lick her lips. When she comes, she screams my name. After her release, she rests her head on my shoulder. I pull my fingers out from her pussy as she looks at me.

” This is going to be a long, wet night.” I put my fingers into my mouth tasting her, ” You fucking better believe it sweet cheeks.” She has Eminem’s greatest hits playing as we drive to her house. We both just stare at the road thinking about what’s coming. We arrive, she goes to the bedroom to change her clothes, she returns wearing a silk robe, stockings and high heels. She leads me into the living room where I sit down on the sofa. ” Make yourself at home baby,” as she wanders to the kitchen to get two glasses. She comes back and puts on some music.
We continue with more small talk and get through a bottle of the champagne, she gets up and heads to the kitchen, coming back with the other bottle of champagne. I stand up grabbing her, I push her back into the living room. Both of her hands come up to take hold of my forearms in an attempt to keep her balance, causing her robe to fall open and expose her almost naked body to me. The thin material of her panties the only barrier between my rough advances and her smooth, warm flesh. I force her backwards until she collides with a wall, her head impacting with the plaster and drawing a slight gasp from her. I lean into her, placing my mouth over hers and kissing her, one hand on her throat keeping her under my control as the other hand roams over her breasts and down to her hips. As I devour her, she loosens her grip on my arm and allows her hands to drop to her sides, all thoughts of falling gone from her head. My fingers wrap around the thin material of the front panel of her panties, with a swift hard yank tearing them from her body.

The brief stab of pain between her legs as the material tightens and bunches before giving way, causing her to whimper into the kiss.