Theater. Part Two.
After the performance ended, during the thunderous applause, the man's companion barely adjusted her dress; the plug was still buzzing and vibrating, adding to her excitement and an unbearable desire to feel male flesh inside her vagina as soon as possible. The man squeezed her hand with his left, while his right hand traced her aroused back.
"Easy, easy, you're trembling all over."
At that very moment, the man felt a small piece of paper being slipped into his trouser pocket, but without giving it much thought, he led his lady toward the exit.
"The theater restroom isn't an option; it'll take too long for everyone to leave. I know another solution,"
he whispered to his companion, "trust me, we definitely won't make it home now, but I know a better place..."Once outside, the couple headed in the direction of their home, but barely across the street, the man steered his companion into a café along the way, where, without hesitation, they disappeared into the restroom. As soon as the door was closed, the woman leaned against the porcelain sink, having already removed her coat and lifted her dress, exposing her firm buttocks.
"Take it out quickly, I'm about to make a puddle right here on the floor."
Placing a palm over his woman's mouth, the man put his free hand on the crotch of his adored half and, with a swift motion, extracted the vibrating object from her bottom, wrapped it in a tissue, and tucked it into his pocket. Her juices literally flowed over his palm, her lips clenched and demanded a male presence. Deciding not to torment his lovely one any longer, he unzipped his trousers and freed his already quite tense and aroused cock, from the tip of which drops of desire were already oozing. Positioning his cock at the entrance to her vagina, the man penetrated the dripping vulva to its full depth with one thrust. The heat of the female flesh enveloped him; one thrust, another, a third—juices flowed down the base of his cock, over his pubis, but it wasn't enough. Another hole remained unattended; it was aroused and free. Licking his index finger, the man penetrated her excited anus with it, making light circular motions with the fingertip. If not for the palm covering the woman's mouth, her scream, bursting from her lips at full volume, would have stirred up the café patrons. Now, feeling her anus and pussy clenching and pulsating, the woman bit the finger on her companion's hand and moaned softly. Just a couple of minutes more and a tremor shook her; she began to tremble, her vagina and vulva clenched tighter and tighter, as if receiving an electric shock, again and again... Another moment and it was as if butterflies flew from the depths of her body...
"Darling, I'm done. I can't, please stop... Fuck, I'm about to fall and you'll have to carry me home in your arms... Oh no, oh yes, more, more, don't stop, don't be silent, I'm going to die of happiness right now..."
Her vagina, her vulva, her girl—everything pulsed; her anus clenched his finger as his pelvic thrusts quickened and the penetrations of his cock became much deeper. At that moment, she felt his hot release, she sensed the smell of his semen, she was happy.
"Now home, and don't you dare not give me a massage," she said, squatting down and taking his cock into her mouth. She always licked his tip after he came; just as now, she always licked her fingers that gathered his seed from the dripping womb of love and passion...
Back home, while changing his trousers, the man pulled the crumpled note from his pocket. In quick handwriting, a phone number was written with the signature: "You two are insane, call me, I want it too..."
To be continued.