We hooked up in the club just as the lights came on. She said she lived nearby and we stumbled down the reveller-strewn streets, her slender, manicured fingers reaching under my dress until we got carried away and she pulled me into an alleyway.
“What about your apartment?” I asked, as she frantically hitched up her skirt and tore her panties down as I set my stolen Champagne glass on the floor.
“My husband is there…”
She looked sheepish.
I said nothing as I held her gaze and ran my tongue the length of her glistening cunt, parting the lips and then letting them softly close as her fingers gripped my hair.
“I guess you’ll have to let me make you cum here then.”
Her eyes closed in relief.