After Work

by The Cat (December 2000)

Tuesday and Thursdays after work I go to dance classes and I love it! Intermediate Modern dance this year. Myself and another guy and fifteen women between the age of eighteen and about forty all wearing tights and leotards or catsuits of some kind. Many in shiny lycra. This is called fun. The other three days of the week I like to lift weights. Many of these women also wear skin tight lycra gym clothes. Then on Saturday it's aerobics and even more hot sexy women wearing lycra. Can you say, single. For being thirty two years old, and thanks to all this regular exercise, I've managed to stay lean and good looking in a pair of lycra tights, and lycra leotards, and lycra catsuits... The rest of me isn't bad either.

Actually these activities are a really good way to meet some very good looking women about my age, and sometimes not even close to my age, without doing the bar scene. And it's paid off very well.

Arriving home at five twenty I hurry into my bedroom and proceed to take all my clothes off. Dance class starts at six and runs for an hour and a half. Tonight I put on a plain glossy blue nylon/lycra tank top unitard with stirrups, with nothing on underneath. The thin stretchy lycra looks as thought it were spray painted on my body. A seam runs up the inside of each leg and meets under the couch and forms a third seam which runs up the back. The thin tight lycra cups me firmly and softly like a stretchy silk pouch. Such an incredible erotic feeling. I usually stay semi firm while in class, or should I say, while in lycra. I can't get enough of the feel of lycra on my body, or on my lovers body.

Currently I'm not seeing any one on a regular basis.

Checking the time, I Jump into a pair of tennis shoes, grab my gym bag and head for the car. I like to get there as early as possible to do a little stretching before class and watch the women as they come into the room.

The dance studio is at the end of a strip mall several miles from my house. As I enter the studio, a short hallway leads to two medium sized class rooms. The modern dance room has two walls that are all mirrors from the floor to about eight feet up. One wall that faces outside is all glass covered with curtains. The hallway wall is solid with several small windows.

Removing my shoes I toss them in my gym bag and drop it against the wall near several other bags. Sitting, I pulled on a pair of black knit leg warmers that cover only my calves. Then place my legs in a wide V on the floor and stretch a little before class. This spot on the floor gives me a great angle to watch the women as they enter the room. On the floor and to one side of the door so I see them walk in and away from me. A great view of their ass and legs.

I know many of the women at least well enough to say `Hi' and call them by name as I pass them in the hallway. Some of the women are dance majors and it's easy to pick them out from the rest of us who simply enjoy wearing lycra, I mean dance.

Tiffany walked in to the room. She always looks great! And usually wears lycra also. A busty well built blonde haired woman of about five six. She also tossed her gym bag against the wall and came over and sprawled on the floor in front of me, spreading her legs almost straight out to each side. We'd made love a couple of times over the past year. Nothing serious or on a regular basis. We're really just now starting to get to know each other.

"Hey Tim. Like the unitard."

I saw her eyes focus on my erection covered in tight blue lycra.

"Hey Tiffany. Thanks. I like your body too." She blushed.

Actually her body was very nicely built, well shaped, kind of like Rachel Welch's body. Or maybe more like a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader. Her face was rather average looking. Her curly dirty blonde hair, normally hanging down her back, was put up in a bun behind her head. She had poured herself into a pair of sheer pink footless cotton/lycra tights and a red lycra tank top leotard. Her breasts were full but not large, but they still strained the thin stretchy material covering them. I saw those erect nipples coming towards me before I actually saw her.

There was a long silence as we looked shyly around the room and at each other. Without trying to hide it I ran my eyes over her luscious body, devouring every shiny lycra covered curve and crack, missing several women as they entered the dance room.

Tiffany finally broke the silence.

"Say ummm Tim, would you like to get together maybe after class with me and share a bottle of wine?"

Being a guy I looked up from where her leotard came to a narrow V below her hips, now on the floor, and smiled. "Sure, but how about a shower before we get together? These dance classes really make me sweat."

"I'd love to join you in the shower!"

My mouth came open and was about to say something, but stopped. That wasn't the response I expected her to give me because that's wasn't what I ment. She smiled at the thought that she had caught me off guard.

"Ummm, how about a counter offer."

"All right, shoot."

I drew my hand from my side, holding it like a gun and pointed my finger at her pussy and jerked my thumb forward.

Tiffany smiled sensually and groaned softly, like a deep sexual moan. "You'll have to do better than that Tim. A lot better."

I was rock hard now. The way she said it made my tool rigid. You could see every curve and vein in my shaft under the shiny lycra.

I cleared my throat. "Well, since this is Thursday and tomorrow is a work day for us both, and I suspect we would like to spend more than twenty minutes at it in bed and not have to get up early the next day. So, how about tomorrow night after work? You come over to my house at six? With your bottle of wine, of course."

"You're on!"

"Want to rent a movie? Go out and see one? How about..."

About then the teacher walked into the room. Tiffany and I stopped talking.

I leaned forward. "Just dress nicely and bring your costume bag with you. We'll go out to a movie then have some fun later."

Of the things we've already talked about was costumes and lycra. And the usual stuff like our jobs and our friends. She also has a serious lycra fetish and loves to wear it whenever she thinks she can get away with it. Which, she tells me, is a lot! And we've never actually gone out, just had sex a few times, so I've never actually seen what she likes to wear in public.

The teacher called the classes attention so we could begin.

The next day, Friday, I took off a few minutes early. Usually this is my gym night but, oh well. One must have priorities. Sex and lycra is tops on my list. And since I had told her to dress nicely for the evening I also dressed well.

A nice pair of jeans that fit fairly tightly went on over black lycra thong underwear. Black socks and nice shoes. And I tucked the tails of a bright blue silk shirt with slightly puffy sleeves into my jeans. A shiny black belt went around my waist. Looking very swashbuckling.

Tiffany rang the doorbell about quarter after six.

"Hi Tiffany. Come on in. Wow, you look really nice."

"Thanks Tim. You too. Were can I put my costume bag?"

"Oh just set it on the couch." I put the wine in the frig to cool. "Are you ready to go?"

Actually she looked really hot and I must admit I felt a little nervous. Kind of like going out on your first date.

"I'm always ready. Haven't you figured that out yet." She teased. "Where are we going?"

"To a movie then back here to enjoy the wine you brought."

She hooked her arm around mine and we headed out.

"By the way, I really love your silk shirt."

"Thanks..."

Having mostly seen her in only a pair of tights and a leotard. I had never realized just how really good looking Tiffany was. Very nicely dressed. Hair hanging down her back. She wore what looked like a men's dress jacket tailored for her womanly form. It came less that halfway down her thigh letting most of her shapely legs show. They weren't long legs, but they more than made up for it in shape. The satin lapels were modestly cut down her front. It was a dark gray double breasted style of jacket. Her legs were covered in the sheerest of shiny blue lycra tights. Matching gray four inch pumps put us eye to eye.

On the drive to the theatre the part of the dress that covered her hips and legs, now barely covered her hips as she sat in the car seat. Kind of like Uhura on Star Trek sitting in her chair in the background behind Kirk. I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road as I drove. Just as we pulled in to the parking lot space she turned to me.

"I can tell I'm really getting you excited and you've barely even touched me yet. So I thought to make you even more excited and horny." She paused, then. "You might be interested to know that I'm only wearing what you can see. Maybe during the movie your finger can help rub the cotton crouch against my pussy? A real turn on for me is the feeling of lycra rubbing against my skin. Any part of my skin."

"I suppose my excitement is fairly obvious."

"Very."

We got out the of the car and headed into the theatre.

She continued. "Almost as obvious as when we're in dance class." She replied.

"Yes but you really enjoy that, right? Seeing the male body in skintight lycra."

"Oh yes! That's also a big turn on for me. Let's just say I'm not the only woman in class who likes the fact that you don't wear a dance belt under your dance clothes."

"Really? Who else?"

"Remember the woman in class. The Japanese woman, short and petite, I think she's about twenty two years old. Long black hair... The Japanese in general have a real lycra fetish." She added.

"Oh yes. I know her. She were in a dance class a year ago. Her name is Lynn. But that's all I know about her. You know, we say `Hi' to each other in the hallway, kind of thing."

"She's one. Another is that women in class, about my height, I think she's about forty five, curly brown hair, with a gorgeous face."

"I know which one you're talking about but I don't know her name. She has a really nice body though."

"A rather average women who's kept herself in shape over the years. But she has been enhanced."

"Anyone else?"

"Just one other that I know of. The young girl, just turned seventeen, she's actually a dance major and cheerleader at high school, a little on the muscular side, slender, about five three, modest breasts, long blonde hair..."

"Um, Trisha?"

"Yes, she actually thinks you're kind of cute. For an older guy." She giggled.

The theatre was stadium seating. We sat in the top row middle. Nearly everyone else clustered towards the center. Not another person around us for a dozen rows.

The opening credits finally began and people's attention turned to the movie.

Tiffany leaned over to me. I could feel her hot breath on my ear.

"Let's see what we can get away with."

And before I knew it she had my belt undone and the zipper down on my pants. Her hand began stroking my shaft through my lycra thong.

"Nice lycra." She whispered softly.

"Funny, I was about to say the same thing about yours."

She giggled softly.

"I'm actually surprised you aren't more popular with the women."

"Just an average guy."

"Not to many `average guys' have as much as you've got in you pants. Or should I say tights?" She giggled some more.

"It's a shame these seats aren't large enough for you to sit on my lap..."

She smiled even as I reached over and unbuttoned the front of her dress and flipped it wide open. Her breasts swinging freely. One hand continued stroking my cock while the other tried to close the front of her dress. At least the top part. She barely held the top closed over her breasts. My hand stroked her lycra covered legs.

I must admit the lycra on her was really sexy. Caressing up to her clit I pressed my fingers up against her pussy. The cotton crouch was pulled up tight against her crouch and it was easy to stroke her pussy lips. A wet spot quickly formed in her crouch. Her moans were deep and long and she squirmed slightly in her seat as I fingered her.

She leaned over again. "I must admit, Tim, I really have a serious fetish for lycra against my skin and it really drives me wild with erotic pleasure to feel it rub anywhere against my skin."

She continued squirming in her seat as I pressed my fingers into her cunt. The wet spot getting bigger. I pressed my finger against her nylon and between her lips rubbing that spot just at the top of her clit. Her squirming increased and I thought everyone could hear her moaning. Tiffany's breathing suddenly quickened and she jerked several times. Her thighs clamped down on my hand and she arched her back jerking and twitching.

Then slowly she dropped back down in to her seat as her orgasm subsided.

I removed my fingers from her juicy clit.

Leaning over I whispered in her ear. "My turn."

"Name it. After that I'll do anything you want." She gasped.

"You will, but after the theatre flunky has gone."

He was wondering up the isle with a flashlight in one hand. Tiffany quickly buttoned her dress, and I zipped and belted my pants. We sat quietly and he saw nothing, and after a minute of looking, went back down. We waited for a while before having at each other again.

Later in the film Tiffany leaned over to me. "What would you like me to do?"

Having had some time to think about it.

"Squat in front of me and give me a blow job."

She looked at me with surprise on her face. "You're wish is my command."

Then moved quietly in front of me and squatted. Her knees out wide. I watched as she unbuckled my belt and slowly pulled the zipper down on my pants. Her hands both stroked my tool. The lycra thong felt so fantastic against my most sensitive skin. So erotic. Almost an electric feeling. I couldn't help get aroused quickly.

She pulled my underwear down and one hand pulled my cock forward. Her head bowed forward and her tongue circled my round head. I leaned back, spread my legs and raised my hips to give her better access. She went down me. Sucking really hard. My whole shaft went into her mouth. So warm and hot. I felt her tongue circle and suck my cock. Like a baby sucking at a nipple. I started moaning softly. I couldn't help it. She was good. The thought about how many guys she's done this too to get this good, briefly went through my head.

A few minutes passed, and all I could do was hold on to the arms of the seat, before I spasmed. Spirts of sticky white cum shot into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed quickly and got it all.

Tiffany held my dick in her mouth another minute while I went soft. Then she sucked hard one last time to squeeze every drop out.

She returned to her seat. I redid my pants and belt.

After the movie we held hands as we walked out of the theatre. Several theatre flunkies watched as everyone filed past and outside into the well lit parking lot in search of our cars.

"So, um, just were did you learn to do that so well?"

"Oh, back in college I would sometimes need a little money, and, well, you know, I just kind of pimped myself. Men and women alike. If they had the cash then they also had my services."

"Really? Women?"

She looked at me and nodded. She snuggled up close. "Now. Let get back to your place and drink that bottle of wine."

"Maybe we should change into something more, stimulating, before we drink our wine."

"An excellent idea! I have just the thing for us."

We arrived at my house about twenty minutes later.

I flipped on the living room light.

"How about if I light some candles instead."

I did so then turned off the lights. One of my romantic pleasures when a woman comes over. In the bedroom Tiffany had pulled out several lycra catsuits that we've modified and worn once before.

Her's in a thin glossy white lycra with a short slit in the seam over her crouch. A long sleeves style, with feet and a turtleneck. White patent stiletto heeled pumps. Two thin straps crossed the ball of her foot and another crossed behind her heel and wrapped around the ankle and buckled. My catsuit was the same but in bright red. My equipment hung out a small hole in the crouch.

"Tim. I have a special request."

"Name it."

"I want you to wear these. Part of my lycra fetish also involves seeing men wear high heels." She admitted sheepishly.

She held up a pair of high heels just like hers but in red.

"Ummm... Ok. Sure. Why not."

And I sat and she put them on my feet covered in lycra and adjusted the straps around my ankles. I stood and after just a few minutes of practice it was easy to walk in them. It actually added to the lycra experience, making me feel more sensual, more erotic.

"Oh Yeah! That's what I wanted to see. You wearing lycra and high heels! That is a definite turn on!"

"Now, let's have a glass of wine."

Tiffany followed me into the kitchen. Tiffany watched me intently as I opened and poured our wine. We took a sip and headed for the living room.

There wasn't much in my house. A television and a couch. Our heels clicked on the hard wood floors.

As we entered I took our glasses an set them on the floor and while squatting pivoted. The slit in the crouch of her catsuit was spread open about a half inch and her already swollen pink clit lips were hanging out. Placing my hands on her round ass I pulled her close and began licking the outside of her pussy. Slowly running my tongue along her hairless clit and with each lick I would get a drop of her cunt juice on my tongue. And with each pass I would press my tongue deeper between her pussy lips. She spread her legs and leaned back slightly and I ate her cunt. It tasted so sweet and sour. Sucking her juices from her hole.

My hands caressing up and down her back side. Feeling the silky erotic texture of the lycra as it covered her shapely thighs. The firm roundness of her ass. The deep curve of her lower back as she leaned back and around to her flat stomach. Caressing my hands up to fondle her full orbs stretching the fabric thin that was covering them. Brown rock hard nipples poked at the shimmering white lycra like two ice picks.

Tiffany ran her fingers through my hair as I tongued her clit to an orgasm and caressed her luscious body covered in lycra. Her moans of pleasure were getting louder and she began to squirm. Her whole body writhed like a snake in my hands. A lycra covered snake.

My tongue flicked at her spot. Just at the front of her clit and just between her lips. She went wild and I started stabbing my tongue into her pussy. My nose pressed against lycra crouch. My tongue licking and stabbing inside her cunt and I sucked hard on her hole and drank her juices.

Suddenly her thighs clamped around my head and she jerked and writhed wildly as erotic lycra sensations made her orgasm explode. A burst from deep in her womanly hips. Her hands grabbed my hair and I pressed my tongue even harder into her pussy still licking and sucking. Her body jerked and Tiffany let out a long low grunt before she almost collapsed.

She was draped over me and was breathing hard from her orgasm. Grabbing the couch she stood slowly, breathing heavily.

I stood and moved behind her pressed my warm front against her back. Like two spoons, we fitted nicely. Lycra pressing against lycra with that erotic static feeling running through our skins. Tiffany was still bend over the couch as she moaned again. She through her head back, her hands still holding on the back of the couch in the middle of the floor, and her hair fell about her back. I brushed it to one side.

"Wow. Mmmmmmmmmmm. That was incredible. Ooohhhhhhh. Mmmmmmmmmm. God it feels so good to feel you touch me in lycra."

"Just wait until I fuck you in lycra."

"Mmmmmmmmmmm. You say the nicest things."

I cupped her breasts and fondled them through the lycra. Tiffany pressed her round hips back against mine and rubbed against me up and down.

"I can feel your cock hardening and rising between my thighs rubbing against my lycra covered thighs."

"The shaft I'm going to impale you with very soon. But before I do. Come with me."

I reluctantly peeled myself off Tiffany's luscious body and walked away. The sound of her heels clicking on the floor behind mine told me she was following.

Stopping at the back door in the kitchen.

"What's up?"

"We're going to fuck some more outside."

She paused. "You're kidding." She said flatly.

"Nope." And turned off the lights and opened the door wide. "Follow if you dare. If you want more."

I stepped into my backyard. Down two steps and onto a small concrete patio. Neatly mown grass covered the yard with row of large shrubs surround the outside edges.

Taking her hand I almost pulled her out the door and onto the patio. It was very dark and few of the neighbor's lights were on. But no one could really see us from their window anyway through the shrubs.

"What if someone sees us!" Tiffany whispered, her eyes wide.

"Then we'll give them something to watch, wouldn't we."

Again I moved behind her and resumed where I left off. She relaxed and placed her hands on a patio chair nearby. Her full round jugs hanging down covered in lycra underneath her chest. I resumed my fondling. I rolled her ice pick like nipples between my fingers. Squeezing gently. Tiffany wiggled her hips against mine. My cock now rock hard and swollen to the max and resting up against her wet pussy lips and lycra covered thighs. Cunt juices oozed slowly out of her hole and onto my hot shaft. I pinched tiffany's nipples hard. She grunted and moaned as the mild pain raced through her chest and mingled with the pleasure building again in her hips. She squirmed against me. Cupping and now more roughly fondling her tits.

"Oh shit Tim. I'm getting ready to cum again!" She whispered.

"Good bend way over."

Tiffany bent over and rested her hands on the chair.

"Hmmm. Nice view of the action from here."

Taking my cock in my hand I placed the large round head between her juicy pussy lips.

"Oh god! My pussy is still so sensitive!"

At this angle I had great cunt penetration. Holding on to her hips I thrust my hips forward. Tiffany grunted loudly and moaned.

"Oh yes! Oh god yes. Do me Tim. Do me!" The volume of her voice increasing.

Pulling slowly out until just my round cock head was still between her hot pussy lips. Then slammed it forward into her fuck tunnel.

"I can feel the head of your cock slamming into end of my vagina. Don't stop. Oh please, don't stop." She whispered.

Moving with a nice even rhythm I pulled out and slammed my cock into her pussy over and over. She would tighten her pussy muscles as I pulled out and the suction would drive me wild. Making me fuck her even harder. My hands running all over her back and chest, mostly her breasts and nipples, under the silky lycra. Pounding her over and over. Fucking her hot juicy cunt with her luscious body covered with shimmering white lycra. Not too many minutes passed and I could feel my pleasure begin to heat up. My balls tightened and I felt my hips begin to pound her cunt uncontrolably.

"My turn to cum." I said quickly.

"Do it Tim! Do it!" Tiffany said loudly.

Several more thrusts and my orgasm also exploded. My hips spasmed slightly, still moving in and out of her clit. We were both moaning. Holding on to her sides I shot load after load of hot sticky white cum deep into her love tunnel. My turn to breath heavily and hold on to her.

Between breaths she said. "Don't move. Stay in me as long as possible."

After a short while I did slip out and tiffany stood and turned around. Finally we kissed ever so lightly and tenderly. Holding and feeling each other's bodies. A warm lycra covered body pressing and writhing against another warm lycra covered body.

Finally she pulled away.

"Tim, I have another request. I've never done it before but I would like to try it now. You have to piss, right?"

"Yes..."

"Well, do it on me." Tiffany kneeled and leaned way back. Her arms spread up into the air. Dirty curly blonde hair hanging straight down and toughing the concrete. The slit in her lycra catsuit was wide and her swollen red pussy lips were hanging out. "Go ahead and piss on me." She insisted.

I stood between her knees and took my limp sticky cock in my hand and aimed up high for a tit. Relaxing, I let fly a yellow stream of piss directly on to her left jug, piss splashing on to her face, then across the right tit and then let it zig zag down her front as it ended. I shook it out on her.

"Mmmmmmmm. So warm and wet..."

"Now, let's go clean up and change into another lycra catsuit and go to bed and fuck some more."

"Sounds good to me."

END.

Part II

My summer Modern Dance class ended and everyone had about two weeks off before the fall classes started. Tiffany and I decided to take a ballet 1 class. We still messed around only now and then. Our classes were on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from seven to eight pm. I adjusted my schedule accordingly. And after a few weeks of class, when the enrollment had stabilized to about a dozen women and myself, I recognized several girls and women in the class from previous dance classes.

Tiffany and I went out together once more during the fall and at Halloween. I was getting to know several more of the women in class so I could ask them out later.

Then several weeks before Christmas, Samantha asked me out for a drink. She was the older women of about forty five. Nice looking. Smooth tight skin with a light, all over tan. Long straight rich brown hair hung down her back, except during class when she had it tied up in a bun behind her head. She was slender and lean with full firm round melons. She had obviously been enhanced.

Maybe it was just me but it seems like since we started the ballet class Samantha has worn nothing but lycra. Or maybe I simply never noticed. I'm not complaining! It certainly kept me rock hard during most of the ballet classes. She's wearing a lot of shimmery white lycra and glossy pale pink lycra. Thin lycra leotards with thong bottoms and the sheerest of lycra tights. Her dark nipples could easily be see under the thin stretchy material covering them. She has, more than once, seem me staring at her body. She would just look at me and smile.

On a Saturday evening I dressed well like I had for Tiffany when I took her to the movie. Then just before I left I found a message on my answering machine. It was Tiffany and she sounded excited and was talking fast.

"Tim I hope you hear this before you go out with Samantha. Just thought I should warn you that she is an exhibitionist and is into some very rough sex. I know, I have the browses to show for it. Be careful and let me know what happens later. Bye. Oh yea, don't tell her who told you."

I considered myself warned.

Anyway, I met Samantha at a bar in the lobby of a large hotel. She was hard to miss. She was sitting on a bar stool between two well dressed men and talking to one of them. She saw me and waved me over. Then after speaking to the two men, they left.

She really looked hot and must have been dressing to thrill. Black stiletto heeled shoes that were all straps. A tight black leather mini skirt with a slit up both sides to the hip! A very short and also tight leather vest covered her upper body. The leather parting deeply between her round breasts and letting six inches of midriff show. But underneath it all she wore a shimmery lycra catsuit with long sleeves and a turtleneck, in the sheerest of sky blues. I felt my cock stiffen at the sight of her. She was far better looking than in dance class.

I walked over and she leaned out and kissed me on the lips. A fast mover too.

"Hi Tim." She sounded younger than she looked. "I wore this just for you."

"It and you look great." I hopped up on a stool and ordered a drink.

"I was told you would enjoy feeling my lycra."

I wasted no time and placed a hand on her thigh. The lycra did feel incredible on her. She turned and one leg spread to the side that caused the two zippers on her tight leather skirt to unzip several more inches up her hips, giving me a full view of her pussy which was completely visible through a hole in the crouch of her catstuit.

I looked up. "Did I mention you look great?"

"Yes, but you can say it again."

"You don't waist any time do you."

"Life is short. Live fast. Want to ride me." she said very sensually.

I slipped my hand between her thigh and slipped my middle finger up her cunt.

"How about if I do it right here."

"Oh yes! I've never had anyone finger fuck me in public before. Shit I am so hot and aroused! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

Samantha squirmed in her stool as I fingered her hot juicy clit. She spread her legs wide not caring who saw what was happening. Actually hoping others were watching. Getting off on being watched. I withdrew my finger she turned to me.

"Please don't stop, Tim!"

"Beg me." I said coldy.

"I'm begging you, please don't stop!"

"Let's finish it outside in the parking lot."

I got up not sure if she would follow, but I heard her heels clicking on the pavement when we went outside. The parking lot was not well lit and I headed for the darkest spot but still near the center of the lot and stopped near an old van that I hopped didn't have a motion alarm on it.

I reached out and grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me than shoved her back hard against the side of the van. Samantha slammed into it with a dull metallic thud. Her arms out to the sides.

"I think you stopped begging for me to finish you off, bitch." I said coldly like some crazy nutcase.

I was hopping like hell she really liked this stuff because I had never done anything like this before. I hope I wasn't hurting her and I really hopped she liked sex this rough.

"Please." She whispered.

I shoved her shoulders back against the van with another thud.

"Please fuck me hard." She said much louder.

"My pleasure slut!"

I kissed her mouth as forcefully as I could for a only seconds before pulling back."

"Is that the best you can do." Trying to sound angry and disappointed at the same time. Then I grabbed the button down front of her leather vest and ripped it open and folded the top down jerking it down her arms effectively pinning them at her sides. I cupped her cunt and punched several fingers up her pussy and roughly rubbed her spot. Cunt juice oozed onto my fingers and I waited until I had a handful, and she was really getting off before taking my hand out and wiping it across her breasts. Samantha was gasping hard and squirming against the cool metal of the dirty old van. Then I jerked both zippers up on her skirt, which formed the slits, and tossed both leather pieces away and to the side. Unzipping my pants I whipped out my ridged dick and slammed my self against her body. She grunted as the air was forced out of her. I placed my head between her clit lips and jerked up with my hips. Driving my cock deep into her hips. She inhaled sharply and groaned loudly as I impaled her pussy.

"You're just a little slut! Say it!"

"I am! I am a slut and I love it! Please fuck me more, please!"

I began slamming her as hard as I could against the van when she began thrashing and squirming as her orgasm took her. Her body bouncing off the metal with each thrust. My hands roughly fondling her inflated boobs covered in lycra. She continued breathing heavily after her orgasm ended so I pulled out still rock hard and glistening with her juices dripping from my shaft.

Stepping back I pulled her vest down and off her arms tossing it to one side.

"Now bitch down on the ground. Lay on your back."

She did and I stepped above her. One foot on either side of her waist and jacked off while she watched. Half a minute later I shot several loads of cum into the air. It landed all over her chest and face. I thought she was going to orgasm again right there. Then pausing I placed my hands on my hips and let my dick go limp before taking it's limp form and holding it in one hand. Taking a cue from Tiffany I pissed on Samantha's lycra covered tits and down her belly.

When I was down I stepped back and roughly pulled her up and slammed her back against the van again.

"Was it good, bitch?"

"Oh yes! Yes it was fantastic!" She panted.

I back up and rezipped my pants and casually turned and walked away towards my car and drove home. Leaving her dirty and half naked in a hotel parking lot.

After the next ballet 1 class, which was the first one of this semester, was over I casually wondered up to Samantha.

"Samantha. I haven't heard from you since our date. I hope you enjoyed yourself last Friday?"

She turned to me and for a second I thought she would jump on me right there. "I have never had such a good time. Thank you Tim." She said softly, in a calm voice.

I watched as she turned and walked away exuding sensuality.

"Just checking." I said softly smiling and watching her move.

END.