Submitted by BK

I have to admit that after a couple months of making out on sofas in bars I prefer the intimacy of our own furniture, and the freedom to go for the suck ‘n slam — after a long session of kissing, nipple play and some fingering of the sweetest pussy on earth of course. But preferences are just that and after a tough day for her, lust on both of our minds and nowhere else to go, once again a bar would have to do. And as luck would have it — something we seem to be good at — the entryway of this particular bar/cafe was lined with cushioned bench, and not a couple in sight. So we found a dark corner, rearranging pillows until we were both comfy and out of the bright light, and we began to kiss.

Now here, dear reader, you have to know that when we make out the whole freaking world slows down until time grinds to a halt and a cocoon envelopes us like a fog bank rolling in on a summer breeze. So here we were, alone and kissing, the fog bank rolling in, when my hand involuntarily (I swear it’s true!) slipped under her dress and slowly slid up her legs, tapping at the mound between them, pulling the edge of her panties apart until my index finger slipped effortless inside to her g-spot and my thumb reached around and captured the nub of her clit until she was caught in an pre-orgasmic clamp. And I knew that within minutes she would succumb to my stroking and twitching, abandoning herself in a silent orgasm.

When she does that… ok, mea culpa, when *I* do that to her… her (silent) screams and intense convulsions alone nearly throw me over the edge until my cock starts dripping profusely and soaks through my pants. Last night when I arrived home I found out that’s exactly what happened, and as I drifted off I thought if only she could have come home and cleaned me up…