Standing there in front of me in just her trim sexy lacy undergarments she looked at me and said “someone is a little over dressed for the party. Le... me help you with that!” She lifted my T-shirt up and over my head and then started awkwardly fumbling with my belt buckle. Teasingly slapping my hand when I offered assistance she finally got the buckle undone and proceeded to unbutton and unzip my jeans as well. She slid off my gym shoes, pants and socks before standing back to take a good look. So, I was leaning on this pole as I made my way painfully through the litter strewn on the floor of the alley, kicking my way through discarded plastic carrier bags and packaging. The alley, I suppose it was an arcade in its early life, ran from the market place to the car park and was lined with shops, most of which were empty and waiting for redevelopment. As I passed one of the empty shops I heard a woman scream, then the scream was cut off as if someone had clamped their hand over her. After doing this for a few minutes, I could feel her pussy clamp down on my dick and her breathing get heavy. She was having one of the strongest orgasms I have ever seen. I continued to pump into her to keep the orgasm going. After what felt like an eternity, she finally calmed down from her orgasm and had the biggest smile on her face. I leaned in and gave her a kiss.Rachel decided she wanted more and wanted a turn in control. She grabbed my arms, pulled me into her, and then rolled us both. I felt Kaylee's approach as a telltale rush of air, quick and soundless in her dancer's way. Her hands startled me as they came around my front. Her fingers traced under chest and along my bra, brushing against the side of my breasts, tugging it expertly into place. She hooked it a notch tighter than I usually did and I could feel my breasts bulging out of the cups a bit. "Wait, your strap's funny." She untwisted the shoulder strap as I waited. "It's fine now. You look really... nice." That was.