Not all advances...

"Close the curtains!"

You find the cord beside you and her standing upright in the twilight. She, facing you, hikes up her dress. You are kissed and allowed to shove her panties to the side. A silvery arrow of fine pubic hair points down to the wetness glistening underneath. You groan as she bends, reed-like, towards your cock.

"Nice!"

A vein throbs as she smooths back skin and bares the tip. You bulge under her tender ministrations, leaving stains on the white silk of her opera gloves. She licks her lips, then spits, producing a condom from her purse.

"Let’s see if it fits."

It does, the gut taut around the tip and skintight around the base, but you do not. Lubrication coats the translucent barrier and she drips during her approach but she has to stop, half-impaled, to bite her fist and stop herself from screaming. " You are..." She moans. "...rather more challenging than I first expected. But – I – Ahhh..."

You taste her lips as she conquers with gyrating hips. A hand is on your shoulder, she guiding herself lower with the other. Her teeth glint white in the dim lantern light, arousal pressing a sharp incisor against her painted mouth. You grasp her hip and she, gasping, takes the final inch.

"Fu – uack!" Her moans burn your ears, and the rickety chair rocks under the weight of her need. She slides you out and rams you back in. A smooth motion this time, she taking you easy and hard.

The sounds of creaking wood and muffled conversation are interrupted by her screaming, she immediately clasping a hand over her mouth. You stop, frozen, your heart beating too fast until the murmurs below continue.

Red embarrassment flushes her face and a weak smile encourages a first, careful thrust.

"I’m sorry..." She trails off, content to let you take her. "Fuck!" She hisses, not loud but with definitive ****. "Hurry, you oaf, and faster. Have you never fucked around behind a friend’s back before? Or fingered a woman to – fu – aahhh!"

You hurry yourself and you do use your fingers, leaving her slumped over on your lap. She convulses, her soft ramblings turned incoherent by your merciless tenderness.

And the Landlocked Commodore does soon announce his coming presence, military steps and iced glasses balanced precariously by someone unfamiliar with carrying a tray. Her eyes widen, panic bringing her back from orgasmic bliss. She slides to her knees and sloughs away the condom. Then your tip reaches her lips and you unburden yourself.

"My earring!"

She yanks you down mid-explosion, helping you shoot your interrupted load under the plushy chairs.

"Found it!" A silvery stud glitters in her begloved right as she hurries into his arms, her naked left still dripping with your semen.

You mumble something about the call of nature and steal away while she distracts him with kisses, wiping herself clean behind his back. Outside, some suspicious looks follow you to the washroom. And you do need a stall and some time to make yourself presentable again. But the break is not yet over when you return to the box after splashing your face with cold water.

"First Officer!" The Landlocked Commodore buckles his belt before handing you your drink. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"It would seem he missed the best part." The Thoroughbred Blonde smooths her dress before claiming the middle seat. "But the second half is always better than the first..." She smirks. "Cheers!"