Catwalk

Catwalk
He loved bringing her pleasure, just as much as she loved bringing him pleasure. She had never been with anyone else, and she loved the fact that she could bring him pleasure, even though she was so inexperienced. But she wanted to learn how to please him, and that was more than any of his other partners had been willing to do. And so, despite her inexperience, she was able to make love to him more effectively than any other woman he had ever been with.
He taught her everything she knew – how to stroke him, how to take him in her mouth, how to make him come – everything. And in turn he made her feel more loved than she ever had before.
They made love frequently, almost every day, and in every conceivable place – in the storage room at the bookshop, in the courtyard behind her house, in his room, by their favourite brook – everywhere. But their favourite place to make love was the Abbey Theatre, where Johnny’s plays were performed.
He liked to take her against the wall in the wings, the dusty velvet curtains muffling their moans and obscuring their naked bodies from view. Johnny would press her against the wall, hard, and drive into her, even more aroused by the possibility of getting caught.
Nora had been a prim and proper girl – until she had fallen in love with Johnny Cassidy, that is. He had changed her, made her more daring, less proper and prudish. Before Johnny, she never would have considered giving up her virtue before her marriage. But after falling in love with him, she had rethought all of her beliefs – and had given him her virginity.
Oh, how she loved him! She would do anything for him – absolutely anything. So when he asked her to come with him to the Theatre that night, she was quite excited. The hours seemed to drag on, and when Johnny finally arrived for her, Nora was waiting for him. She had worn his favourite dress, a light green-coloured dress that clung to her curves. He took her arm and led her out of her house and down the street to the Theatre.
When they arrived at the Theatre, Johnny brought her not backstage, as she had expected, but up to the balcony. Not stopping there, he brought her up a ladder to the catwalk, high above the theatre. He had laid a thin mattress on the base of the catwalk, to protect her delicate skin from the hard iron ridges of the catwalk. Luckily, there were railings on the sides in order to prevent either of them from rolling off.
Nora grew excited when she realised what Johnny had planned for them, and she quickly slipped out of her dress, shoes, stockings, and undergarments, folding them neatly and placing them by the ladder. Johnny did the same, though he didn’t fold his clothes, but rather left them in a pile next to Nora’s.
After they were both completely nude, he walked over to her; his eyes gleaming darkly even in the low light. She shivered in excitement as his strong, gentle hands slipped around her waist, pulling her against him. He bent his head down to kiss her, and she opened her mouth slightly to allow his probing tongue access. She allowed him to gently guide her down onto the mattress, coming to rest on top of her. Despite the mattress, she could feel the iron ridges of the catwalk beneath her back, though she wasn’t too uncomfortable, especially once Johnny began fondling her breasts.
He really did have the most skilled hands, she thought as he caressed her breasts, before all thought was driven out of her when he lowered his head to take one nipple into his mouth as his hand continued to fondle her other breast. She arched her back under his ministrations, and, wanting to share the pleasure, her hand crept down to stroke his erection. He moaned and moved his mouth from her breast to her mouth, once more drawing her tongue into his mouth and teasing it with his own.
She broke out of the kiss, gasping, as he pressed his erection along the inside of her thigh.
“Oh, God, Johnny, just do it now!” she gasped, trying to urge him to enter her.
“Do what, my darling?” he asked her, teasing, as he rubbed his cock against her opening, making a shallow entry and then withdrawing.
“Johnny!” she tried to scold him, but her voice was too filled with desire to have much effect on him.
“Yes, Nora?” he asked, smirking. “Do what?”
“Take me, Johnny – take me hard,” she begged him. He smiled, lowering himself to capture her lips with his own, as he finally entered her fully, causing her to moan in rapture.
“Oh, God, Johnny!” she cried, her hands grasping the railing of the catwalk as she arched her back.
“Nora, Nora, Nora,” he chanted her name like a mantra as he drove into her. “Nora, Nora, Nora...”
“Yes, Johnny, yes!” she cried out as she began to come. He pushed into her one final time before he came as well, crying out her name.
He collapsed on top of her, but rolled onto his back, holding her to him so that he stayed inside her.
“Oh, my darling,” he said, cradling her to him. “I love you, I love you so much.”
“And I love you, Johnny – I love you,” she replied, kissing him on the lips.
They lay there for a few more minutes before they heard the church bells chime eight o’clock.
“We have to go, Nora, or else we might give some people an eyeful,” Johnny said, reluctantly pulling out of her and standing up, before helping her to her feet.
“All right, Johnny,” she said, before getting dressed.
Just before they exited the Theatre, Johnny held Nora to him.
“I’ll love you forever, Nora,” he told her, kissing her lightly.
“As will I, Johnny,” she replied, returning his kiss. “As will I.”