He bowed before Denise; whose tight red sweater and black pants were so tight that they appeared to be painted on her body. Her boots killed her feet,...but they were for fashion not comfort.As I stood in the shadows; I removed my tie, and hid in the shadows. The royal dance bored me stiff. As the music played and others danced, I grew sleepy and drifted off to a soundless sleep.When I awoke hours later, the ballroom was silent. I made my way across the large room and glared up at the lit up. Suddenly my car door opened and an attractive lady got into the seat. She was about 5' 4 with shoulder length light brown hair, small but lovely shaped tits, and lovely legs. It was awkward for a while, not knowing what to say, but as i drove towards the city centre we relaxed , and the humour I have started up, and we were soon laughing. I parked up and we walked around the city for a while, hand in hand, before stopping for a drink. As we seemed to get on ok, I said should we have lunch, she. After a few minutes of this her hand began to slide down the front of his body towards his cock, which was growing by the second. She fumbled with his flies, taking a few seconds before they came undone, her desire making her clumsy. She managed it after a few more seconds, taking his rapidly expanding cock into her hands, as they continued to get off with each other. They moved away from the wall and further into the dark alley so as not to be disturbed by the busy street, her hand never once. I instinctively lifted a little letting him pull them and my pants down.Jane stood up, took her skirt off and, straddling me, pushed her moist pussy into my face; I breathed in her musky sweetness and began to lap her. She held my head with her hips as I probed her clit with my tongue. I couldn't see him, but I felt Paul's breath on my cock, then the wetness of his mouth as he sucked me in. I gasped, and Jane pushed her hips harder onto my mouth. I couldn't (didn't want to) move. Fuck, I was.