After the film

Niemira is on you as soon as you’re in the taxi. Her kisses are aggressive and demanding and possessive. She doesn’t care what the taxi driver sees. She wants you. If you weren’t trying to calm her down, she’d probably be stripping and fucking you in the back seat.

Ever since the lights went down, you’ve felt her passion rise. What started with just holding hands rose to her fingers roaming, your hand, your arm. At tense moments she’d try to get closer still. At one moment she pulled your hand to her breast and motioned you to squeeze it. At a quieter moment her hand dropped to your lap and cupped your dick through your trousers. You shifted uncomfortably and had to guide her hand away. When you looked down at her, you could see her face filled with mischievous desire.

With the lights up, her overt fondling stopped, transformed into some surreptitious touching. Her hands brush your thighs, your ass, inadvertently your groin. One look at her eyes tells you none of these are accidents. Only her makeup obscures the intensity of her arousal. Those who don’t know her won’t see it. You know her. You do. The way she licks and bites her lips. The way she looks at you. Even her stance shouts out her horniness. This is the longest you’ve been out with her and not fucked her, and she can’t stand it any longer. And her desire for you is inflaming your desire for her.

The post-film socialising is a necessary ****. You have to be introduced to the stars of the movie, to the director, to Kevin Feige. The latter two want to discuss what you thought, want a heads-up on your report. You fob them off with the fair point that you need time to process your ideas. All the time Niemira stood beside you radiating lust, the longer it lasts the more you’re certain others have picked up on it. As soon as is sociably acceptable you give your farewells and head to the taxis. There Niemira’s lust finally breaks free.

“You two should get a room,” the taxi driver tells you as you pay him.

“We’ve got a room,” is Niemira’s reply, then she’s dragging you across the hotel’s foyer. You can only nod at the concierge.

In the lift she’s over you again. Her hands roaming your face, your chest, more buttons from the shirt undone, her hands diving into the gap to rub your naked chest, sending an erotic thrill down your spine. Her lips are mashed to yours. Her tongue entwines with yours. All you can see is her eyes, two blue lights of desire. Your hands roam her ass, kneading it, squeezing it. She whimpers into your mouth with each squeeze.

The lift stops and you somehow stumble to your suite, encumbered by her lust. You fumble to open the door. You only just manage to shut it once you’re in. Niemira’s pushing your jacket off. She fumbles with your tie, gives up and goes straight for the trousers. They drop to your feet and she’s on you again. You’re rooted. The trousers round your ankles stop you from moving. Your shirt is completely unbuttoned but still on. Her hands sink lower to tug on the hardness that is your cock still in your boxers.

This time, while you kiss, your hands have their own mission. Round the back and slowly unzipping her marvellous dress. When you’ve pulled the zip most of the way down, she finally breaks off from you.

She steps back, her eyes glued to you the entire time. Her lipstick is smeared across her lips. She shrugs the straps from her shoulders and the dress drops down revealing her beauty in black bra and panties. You take the moment of freedom to tug the tie loose and to throw it aside. You slide your shirt off. You kick off your shoes and step out of the pooled trousers.

Then you’re on each other again. Kissing, guiding each other to the bedroom. You leave her lips to kiss other parts of her body. Nibble at her ears, suck on her neck. Your kisses descend lower. She must have undone her bra because it falls away, and her breasts remain precisely where they were before. Her hands are sliding your boxers down. Then they’re tugging on your naked cock, rock hard and ready for her. She pushes you on the chest and you stumble backwards and fall on the bed.

She doesn’t waste any time. She pushes her knickers aside to reveal her shaven pussy. Then she’s straddling you, guiding your cock into her. She’s sodden with her desire. You slide in easily, and she lets out a moan of satisfaction. When you’re fully inside, her first orgasm of the night hits. You feel her muscles clench around your cock. You see the shiver set her breasts jiggling. She bites her lips in her pleasure. She closes her eyes. When she opens them the lust that had overwhelmed her has faded. Now it’s tempered with desire and control.

You had all these plans to take it easy, to not overwhelm her. Those plans are gone. She’s in control. And she’s taking all the pleasure she can get out of you. She’s kneeling on the bed, sliding up and down your cock, her face a picture of concentration, fighting off the orgasms that are wracking her body. You feel each one. You see her eyes roll. Occasionally they’re too much and her bouncing stutters. Then she regains control and returns to her pace. At last the pleasure wins out and she falls forward, pressing her naked body against you. Her breasts rub against your chest. Her face nestles against your own. But she’s not finished. She raises her ass and twerks, a frantic pace she can only hold for so long. She’s a shimmering, sweat-ridden mess when she finally slows. But you’re so close. You need release. You set the pace. It’s the pace she’s been setting all night. You hammer your cock into her. Her moans are pure animal. The pleasure is too much to bear. You unleash inside her.