Shit. If I wasn’t leaning against the window, I might have toppled right over.
His fingers breezed down my back. Cool air tickled my uncovered skin as he pushed my dress down my shoulders and to the floor. I stood in my bra, panties, and high heels, separated from the rest of the party by only a piece of glass. And a rising passion that was bordering on explosive.
Pushing my hair aside, Anson ran kisses down the side of my neck while unclasping my bra. As soon as that fell to the floor, his hands were on my breasts, kneading as he pushed me against the window, my head turned so my cheek lay on it.
“Are…are you sure no one can see us?” I murmured.
“Yeah, baby.”
Unable to hide it any longer, his hard cock ground into me. I pushed my ass back to increase the friction on his dick, and a growl sounded in my ear.
“You’re so hot, Maizy. And your tits feel so good.”
He whipped me around until I faced him, his lips crushing against mine again while he reached inside my panties. I exploded in goose bumps with my back pressed against the cool glass, but his touch had set a fire burning between my thighs. Before he went any further, he checked in.
“You good, baby?”
“Yeah,” I said, thrusting my hips toward him to let him know just how good I was.
His fingers burrowed into my wet pussy, sliding up and down my lips and spreading my wetness from my clit to my ass and back.
“God, that feels so nice,” I managed to whisper.
“Take my cock. Please,” he said.
I’d already begun unbuttoning his shirt. When I reached his belt, I opened his pants and through a tangle of trousers, shirttails, and boxers, I grasped an erection that I couldn’t fit my fingers around. I dug deeply until I got to the root of his cock, and as my fingers wandered down to his balls, he sucked in his breath.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so good. Keep going. Work it,” he demanded while he continued stroking my own heated sex.
I could feel my orgasm build as he ran his thick fingers against my clit, into my pussy, and back. And it was clear from his trembling, as he pressed me against the window, that his own explosion was coming.
“Oh, god, I’m coming,” I managed to mumble as my head banged back against the glass. I knew the folks in the gallery couldn’t see me, but they must have heard my moans.
And I didn’t give a damn.
Just as I was at the peak of my orgasm, Anson’s cock erupted in my hand with thick streams of hot semen. We pumped each other until our shaking legs would no longer hold us up and staggered over to the office’s sofa, me naked except for my panties and heels, and him dragging his pants and boxers around his feet, trying not to trip.
Quite a look.
Actually, it was really funny. I tried not to laugh, watching him do an odd walk with his still-hard cock bouncing around, but a little giggle turned into a torrent of laughter, and when he looked down, he, too, began to roar.
“Hey, everybody okay in there?” a voice yelled. The doorknob jiggled but it was locked from the inside. Thank god.
“Shit,” I said, standing and moving as fast as I could to retrieve my clothes. Someone was going to come flying in, and I was nearly naked. I clutched my dress just in case they did.
“Yeah, Scott, it’s us. We’ll be right out,” Anson called.
“Oh, okay, bro. I was thinking that was you in there,” Scott said, his footsteps fading as he walked away.
“If he was thinking it was us, why’d he come knocking?” Anson whispered as he tucked himself back into his pants. He pulled a monogrammed handkerchief out of his pocket for me to wipe off my hands.
I smoothed down my dress as he zipped me back into it. When we were in one piece again, we returned to the party wearing big smiles on our faces. No one noticed a thing.
But the painting I’d been admiring?
Gone.
Dammit.