First I thought it was my boyfriend, but then I saw him a few people in front of me. I felt two hands on my hips and then I was pulled closer to a str...ng body. The person held me close to him and danced with me. He was a good dancer and did not touch me in any other way, so I did not move away.After a little while I felt his cock against my butt. I had a skirt on, but my boyfriend like when I left my panties at home, so I was commando under my skirt. The strangers cock felt big and very hard. She held her breath, scared. "Breathe, pet!" he whispered the order, having her responding immediately. It didn't feel so bad at first, but then he started to adjust it a bit more, and a shot of pain ran through her, straight to her clit. A moan of disbelief escaped her pressed lips. God, she couldn't believe this could feel so intense. He repeated the process in her other nipple, and the knowledge of what was going to happen, only made it even more intense. Her legs tried to close, fighting. My legs are closed, not wanting you to not fully see me yet. I don't want you to see how my pussy is dripping its load all over the sofa. I dont want you to see how its moistened my thighs and how desperate I am. I take my hand and run it over my breasts, taking in a sharp breath as I pass my puffy pink nipples. It feels so good already. I slowly work down past my stomach and finally reach my shaved pussy mound. It's no good, I can't hide that this is going to be quick. I've needed this all. Or was it my imagination, fueled by desire? At any rate, she showed me sheets, and photo’s of several listings that she was prepared to show me. We decided to take her car and left the office, with me trailing a bit behind her on the walk in order to admire her figure from behind. Attired in form fitting Levis, high heeled boots, and an equally form fitting gold-colored top that glittered with tiny sparkles at every movement, she had my attention more than any woman had in any of my memories,.