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sensation of his hot, smooth rod against her bare buttocks was too enticing. The idea of fucking him in public like this, hidden beneath the folds of her skirt…she settled against him, sighing, enjoying the warmth of his flesh against hers.
    “Raise up for a second,” he murmured. “I have an idea.”
    Michelle obliged, and he reached beneath her skirt, parting her butt cheeks. She lowered herself again. When his shaft was nestled in the valley between the soft orbs, he let go. Michelle scooted her hips forward, then back, rubbing the sensitive rim of her anus along the engorged length of his penis. The friction of his rigid shaft against the opening sent shivers of pleasure rippling through her. She leaned back and turned her head, offering her lips to Nick. Nicholas drew her in—licking them, sucking them, running his tongue over her teeth, reclaiming minute traces of his drink. He reached between her legs and rubbed her clitoris through the fabric of her skirt. Michelle caught his lower lip between her teeth to keep from crying out. Nick groaned, and kissed her roughly.
    The simultaneous stimulation, in front and behind, sent mini-orgasms shuddering through her. Michelle felt her buttocks tightening enticingly around Nick’s cock with each spasm, and ground herself against him. Her anus contracted involuntarily, and he squirmed. She purposefully contracted it again, several times, knowing he could feel it, and was rewarded with another low groan. She could feel that he was going to come very shortly.
    Michelle’s buttocks suddenly lifted away. Nick started to protest, but then the tip of his throbbing member entered her slick cunt. Nick trembled with the effort of keeping himself from shooting off the moment her swollen labia engulfed his head. “Oh, God,” he murmured.
    Sighing with pleasure, Michelle inched down over him. It had been a long time since she’d had sex, and she was very tight. She slipped her skirt up over her knees, her efforts hidden by the table drape, and reached in to part her cunt further, taking him deeper.Mmmm, so good . Even better than his fingers, because the hot flesh inside her was marble-hard and very large, filling her completely.
    “That feels so good,” he rasped.
    “Mm-hmmm.” Michelle moved, using her strong calves, his ripe head massaging her sex as she pumped herself up and down on his shaft. Wanting her to climax with him, Nick slid the neckline of her shirt down a bit, capturing one of her bare nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He tickled the taut peak with his middle finger as he slid his other hand into her lap again, massaging her clit. Michelle moaned softly. A bolt shot through her as Nick gently pinched the hard nub through her skirt.
    “Yes!” Michelle whispered, settling down on him, taking him deep.
    “When?” Nick asked, on the verge of exploding.
    Michelle gyrated her hips, not answering. Successive bolts of pure, intoxicating pleasure rocked her to the core as he pinched her clit several times, rapidly. “Oh, yes,” she murmured, “Yes…now!” she gasped, and Nick felt her pussy clench, milking his cock as he finally allowed himself to erupt inside her.
    They melted against one another, the satisfied afterglow robbing them both of any desire to move. After several minutes, Nick glanced at his watch. “Time’s almost up.”
    Michelle lifted herself reluctantly from his lap and returned to her seat, watching as he tucked himself in and zipped his pants. Her pussy was purring with pleasure, but she still ached for more. “What do you say to dessert at my house?” she asked throatily.
    Nick grinned. “I say: Check, please!” He stood, and went searching for their waiter.

Symphony In Rapture

Chapter Four: Motif
    (A short musical idea or melodic theme that runs through a piece)
     
    “Would you—” Michelle’s voice cracked. What they had done had seemed so wonderful and natural in the dark, intimate restaurant. But by the time she