500 Words – Under The Table

By | July 29, 2015
Red Undies

Under The Table

It’s dark in the club, darker still at the back of the club where the booths are and we’re watching the heaving dance floor from underneath an air conditioning unit. The bodies out there are gyrating and sweating, rubbing one against the other to the deep thrumming beat that takes over their minds and makes their bodies move with primeval intent. Each one is trying to outperform their rivals in the search for a mate or to prove to the mate they came in with that they are the one to leave with.

The humidity is rising, even here in the cool blast of air from above we can feel it. Perhaps that’s why she loosens her lemon coloured wrap-around top a little to reveal the sheer white bra inside, perhaps she does it for another reason. She turns towards me and leans forward to proffer her full lips. Not an offer I can refuse.

To lean in I have to steady myself by putting my hand on the leather of the bench seat. I choose to place it between her thigh, pushing her short skirt up and coming to rest right next to her humid crotch. She gasps from excitement not shock as I go in for the kill, lips pressing together soon opening to allow tongues to play together.

I feel her slide forward to the edge of the seat so that her mons presses against my wrist. It’s hot and moist, the cotton fabric of her briefs the only thing separating my skin from hers. I can feel no hair on that excited mound, no bristling sensation, the fabric must be almost transparent now from the soaking her juices are giving it. We continue to kiss while my cock gets hard and uncomfortable in my trousers and I wonder how this is going to end.

She breaks away and I content myself with the thought that later, maybe. No, I think she wants more so I lean in to her ear to be heard over the music.

“Do you want to cum?” I ask.

She nods in affirmation.


She nods again. Her hands pull up her skirt a little, then she wriggles in her seat. I look down to see a pair of moisture soaked briefs half way down her thighs. She opens her legs as wide as the underwear will allow and I see a flash of pouty wet lips.

My hand dives in between her legs, my mouth locks with hers. I feel her breasts heave when my fingers begin to rub her up and down. When I brush her clitoris her breathing catches, she is so ready for this so I dive inside, two fingers sliding easily into her puffy cunt with one movement. I hook them inside, knowing that we have to be quick, she angles her pelvis to help me. She’s wetter in a few seconds and moments later as I pump and squeeze hard with my fingers my hand is awash with her.