With an audience.

Fiona laughs as she undresses you. "Mmmm-hmmm, going to eat you right up!" she says. You help her with the last of your clothes, leaving you nude, and her wearing leather pants and a skin-tight elastic bandeau. Her breasts threaten to fall out of the bandeau as she bends and twists on top of you.
"Let me taste you," she says. She props you against the head of the bed and seizes your cock with both hands. Heaps of thin silver bracelets shine on her wrists. She pulls your skin down toward the base and engulfs your cock head with her mouth, then slides it out over her wet lips. Fiona coughs. "Salty, mate. Too much dancing, not enough drinking!" she laughs. "Hang on there, I want you to last!"

Fiona goes to the bathroom to draw a glass of water. As she goes, you watch her butt swaying in the tight leather pants. She comes back with a glass in each hand, her D-cup breasts still precariously inside the elastic bandeau. You can clearly see her big nipples outlined. "Right, boy, down the hatch." She hands a glass to you and watches you drain it. She takes the empty glass and gives you the other. As you drink, she goes to work on your cock again. She does a special twisting move with her hands and mouth, and the intense sensations make you splutter out the last mouthful. She looks up, droplets glistening in her blonde hair. "Poor baby," she says. "I better be gentle. Help me undress."

She kneels astride your legs, raises her arms, and throws her head back. You grab her bandeau and slip it over her breasts and up over her head. Her breasts bounce deliciously, free of restraint. She snaps her head forward, lashing you with her long hair. Her arms snake around your neck, and she kisses you fiercely, pressing your head back with hers. "Mmm-mmm," she says. She tilts her head back. "Get me out of these pants." She turns round and tilts her butt up at you. You kneel up and grab her butt, finding the closure of the pants on the side. Even loosened, it's still a tug-of-war getting the tight pants down. She has pink creases on her buttocks from the seams. And hel-lo, no underwear! You can see her moist pussy, with inner lips bigger and brighter pink then you could have imagined.

"What's the hold-up?" Fiona asks, her pants only down to mid-thigh.

"Your pussy is beautiful!" you blurt out.

Fiona looks over her shoulder. "Later!" she says. "I want your bod, sport, not your admiration." She struggles the rest of the way out of her pants. "Now. You want a closer look, lick me before you plunge in!" She takes your arm and rolls onto her back, pulling you atop her. After a few fierce kisses, you pull back and spread her legs, bending your head to her pussy. She's sweet and salty, and with your first few strokes, she's rolling her hips into your tongue. There's another faint taste along with her own, something like fresh-cut grass.

You frown and look up at her. "Fiona, did you..." you start. "Did you just make it with another guy?"

"Ages ago," she said. She looks you in the eyes, between her knees.

"My worthless boyfriend lost his concert ticket," she snarls in a low voice. "He tried to sweet-talk me into staying home. Not to worry, I like you better anyway."

"Fiona?" you say.

There's a creak behind you. The closet door?

Fiona hisses under her breath, "Shit, not yet..."

Anyone else would lose his erection in such an awkward moment. Not you. But...