A Little Less Conversation

Oh, yeah...Jack was definitely at the bar tonight. Aside from spotting his Jeep, Carolyn felt the change in the air as soon she entered the Crow Bar. Well, it was the SEALs favorite hangout...Of course Jack was there. She took a seat near the end of the long bar and ordered a draft. With drifting interest, Carolyn scanned the crowd. Plenty of Navy representation in the house tonight, but she only had eyes for one particular sailor. And he was 'teaching' a petite blonde to throw darts. How thoughtful of Jack to stand so close behind goldilocks and guide her frail arm as she aimed for the board. Oh, and look...he laid a hand on her hip for support and balance...of course. What a wonderful man; to lend his attention and skill to help the pretty little thing improve her game.

Carolyn smirked at her thoughts. Would she ever get this man out of her system? They should have stayed together considering the frequency of their encounters. The barbecue was only a week ago. Speaking of which, watching Jack warm up for a meaningless one-night stand was turning her on. Yeah, he planned on sleeping with his dart partner, but Carolyn was in a wanting way. Fuck a plan. She wanted some spontaneous interaction tonight.
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Jack saw her when she walked through the door. Hell, he had almost been waiting for Carolyn. In she came, wearing a peach-colored sun dress and high-heeled sandals. He knew there was nothing underneath; she always teased him that way. Well, let her sit that fine, luscious behind on a stool for a while. Let her pick the perfect spot for them to catch up to one another...eventually. Damn, Carolyn had him jumping through hoops. Couldn't even get a casual fuck with the hot blonde because of his insatiable need for a certain voluptuous, dark-haired, ex-fiance. Shit! He was starting to get hard. Carolyn better get her ass in gear and give him something to follow-up on.

As if she knew his mind, Carolyn strutted through the bar, making sure to draw Jack's attention. Briefly, their eyes met and in that two-second time frame, each acknowledged the silent accordance. They were always on the same page. Maybe that walk down the aisle was still on the horizon.
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If more people knew about that spot, there would be drunk fuckers hanging from the rafters every night. The platform was suspended above the patrons of the Crow Bar. Supposedly, the bar had been an S&M paradise in a previous life and the submissives would be chained to the railing that encompassed the front of the catwalk-like surface. What happened from there...Carolyn could only guess. She only knew that the tall, brawny man who followed her would need no restraints. He was ready, his fat, hard cock strained the confines of his underwear, it's head so deeply violet and shiny; peeking out over the waistband. Like a juicy plum, it oozed it's sweet nectar, allowing drops of precum to escape the amassed puddle that settled in his male cleft. Jack was wet and that made Carolyn wetter.

They didn't speak as they undressed in the sparse lighting. The noise of the bar was all around them, below them. If one person just happened to glance far enough upward, this discreet exhibition would become an all out show. But none of that mattered when these primal urges flared. They watched one another, their personal silence unaffected by the environing racket. As soon as Jack stood naked, in all his sexy-beast glory, Carolyn sauntered toward him, her breasts bouncing gently, her hips swaying amply with her stride. She stood so close that his body heat warmed her; she pressed her nose into the fine fur that covered his chest and breathed deeply. His scent was a wild calling to her, caused her pussy to twitch in anticipation.

Suddenly, Jack was flat on his back, staring up into the darkness. What the fuck? Carolyn had just taken him down with a Judo move...a move he taught her! He didn't have the time to take offense, as she straddled his hips and impaled herself on his cock. The platform swayed slightly with their weight, but the steel cables assured that they would remain airborne...as long as neither of them slipped beneath the railings. So, Carolyn began to ride her prized stallion, her favorite stud. Slowly she rose and fell to her own rhythm, not concerned about the anxiety in Jack's eyes. He wanted this hard and fast. Not...yet. Her cunt was luxuriating in the steady pistoning invasion. Inside her, he was growing harder, bigger. His own hips rose to meet her languid motion, but were met with a sharp slap. His aqua eyes sparked surprise, the spanking fueled rebellion. Jack bucked himself up more; Carolyn continued to smack his ass. The sounds were arousing, the dual slapping action of her softly swollen wetness against the length and root of his sex; the steady punishment of her hand meeting his firmly muscled ass.

No woman had ever done that before. He was shocked and so close to cumming that he had to get some kind of control over this love-play. Jack pulled Carolyn's upper body toward him to get at her breasts. They were beauties. Perfect for his big hands and the same tawny color as the rest of her skin, the dusky pink nipples protruded in welcome. Greedily, he suckled her as she held him to a gallop. Jack gave in...for now and concentrated on the most perfect mounds of flesh he had ever seen. Deep moans vibrated in his chest as he feasted...kissing, licking and biting. His tongue twirled a nipple into his mouth and he drew hard...almost too hard, but Jack knew her tolerance. Mischievously he looked up at her, met her hot gaze, then pulled his lips back so that she could see her nipple between his teeth.

Carolyn forced herself not to cry out when his head reared back, taking the distended bud with him. Slowly, Jack shook his head back and forth, never letting go of his prize. Oh, God! He knew how to keep her on the edge, right at the precipice of pleasure and pain. As his teeth worked one nipple his hand toyed with the other breast; squeezing, molding, pinching. The urge to break apart hit her suddenly and she ground her pussy onto Jack, rotated her clit against his pubic bone, into the dark blonde thatch at his groin. But before her breath caught and her energy gathered for release, Carolyn was thrust backward, slammed onto the smooth surface. A gasp escaped her and in the moment it took to get her bearings, Jack was over her, his thick thighs splayed over her torso. With a wicked grin, he laid his prick between her breasts and gathered the two soft mounds around himself. He thrust forward, still slick from Carolyn's supple ride. This was almost too much visual stimulation. Mesmerized, he watched his cock emerge from the tunnel of flesh and touch her chin. Each time the sensitive, bulbous crown made contact, it left a smatter of jism behind. As his excitement escalated, Jack gripped her breasts tighter, his fingers digging in as his tit-fucking threatened to be his undoing.

Carolyn saw it in his expression, the glazed, dazed haze of imminent climax. Not yet, big boy. She slid an unheeded hand beneath him and firmly grasped his balls. Jack lurched, thinking at first that he was cumming. His body came to an abrupt halt, but nothing happened. Goddamn her! Carolyn had her dainty fingers firmly encircled at the base of his sack, then tugged. Jack was ready to howl in frustration. Okay, playtime was over.

Fluidly, he flipped Carolyn over onto her hands and knees. Unceremoniously, he shoved his cock into her sopping cunt. Oh, she was so wet; enjoyed this as much as he did...maybe more. An unforgiving clasp went about her waist to hold her in place for a good fucking. Jack pounded from behind, the noise of the crowd below mingling with his senses for the first time. He imagined them cheering him on. Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her! Oh, yeah...he was fucking Carolyn, his deep hungry jabs throwing her equilibrium off kilter. She had to grab hold of a railing for some semblance of stability. Her loose hair bounced with each bruising stab. Jack grabbed a handful of the ebony waves and tangled his fingers in it. He yanked sporadically, his excitement mounting, the heat gathering in his loins...or maybe that was just the friction of him hurling his cock into her over and over again.

Little grunts lodged in her throat as she held onto the bars of the railing. Carolyn rode the wave of a a mini-climax, induced by Jack's fucking. He knew she loved it doggy style. His prick never missed the opportunity to thump her g-spot and drive her insane. She pushed back against him and rotated her ass. Jack knew what she needed now and he never left her wanting. A piercing smack landed on her ass. The sting went right to her cunt and the sound was engulfed by their unwitting audience. Again, his heavy hand slapped the gently rippling cheek, then snaked between her legs to play with her clutching mound. Her head snapped back with a final pull of her tresses. He was finished reigning her; opted to continue bareback. One hand continued the erotic massage of her engorged sweetness, manipulated her clit like an oiled marble; slipping and sliding through his fingers, but never escaping his attention. The other hand smacked Carolyn's ass again, gave the other gorgeous cheek a taste of fire.

As his sexual fury escalated, Jack reveled in the fluttering pussy he never tired of. One last spank was delivered before he gripped her hip. A breath hissed between his clenched teeth during the final unsteady lunging of his body into hers. For a heartbeat, everything was still, tense...then chaos erupted, drowning all of his senses in waves of pleasure that human beings should not be allowed to experience. Too much at once, but never enough.

The first warm splatter of cum against the walls of her cunt set Carolyn off. Jack was so far inside her, filling her...with his shaft, then with his seed. Tightly her eyes squeezed shut. The tingle started in her toes; a spiral of energy raced up her legs, hovered on the inside of her thighs, then paused. A strangled breath later, she was seized in the throes of an unforgiving ecstasy. Her arms and legs shook. Strong and weak all at once; the paradox confused her senses and left her body to the will of a wracking orgasm.

Jack slumped heavily across Carolyn's back. Satiated, he nuzzled the damp skin, tickled her with his mustache. Little tremors passed between their engaged bodies. Eventually, he would soften and slip out of her, but he couldn't wait until then. He thought he saw someone below glancing up in their direction. Quickly, Jack got dressed and flung Carolyn's clothes at her, impressing the urgency to get the fuck out of there. Her fluid body moved as swiftly as his and they descended the flight of stairs and the ladder that led them to their love nest. Amicably and consensually, the lovers parted company near the rest rooms...as if nothing had ever happened...as if Carolyn's scent wasn't all over him...as if Jack's cum wasn't smearing between her thighs.