I felt all the eyes of my classmates and teachers grope us as we walked onto the dance floor, hand in hand. The live band was playing “Alone” by Heart, and as Sharon’s arms slipped around my back, I sighed, knowing I had accomplished the impossible dream. Falling into a slow, romantic dance, I lowered my face into the tender tresses of Sharon’s fragrant hair.
“I think we’re stealing the show.” She whispered as she kissed my cheek lovingly.
“I just want to steal your heart,” I replied, drifting my lips across her forehead.
“No need to steal it,” she answered. “You already have it.”
I sighed with a thousand utterances of awe in hearing Sharon confess that. I wanted to cringe, screaming a “yes” to the watchful crowd. Both of us could feel all the eyes on us, and I think both of us enjoyed giving them one hell of a show. I just didn’t care what others thought. I was going to be gone from this group of clusterfucks by next month anyway, why not show them that I had the sexiest woman alive in my arms.
“Kiss me, Christopher,” Sharon purred in my ear. “Let’s show these kids how to really make out in public.”
With no hesitancy, I laid in to Sharon’s mouth with mine, easing my tongue down her eager throat. Taking her whole full-bosomed body in my arms, I really turned on the heat. Sharon melted in my kiss, falling weak in my arms as I subdued her mouth to mine. She tasted as if the purest of wines, aged to absolute perfection. I slithered my arms downward so I could cup her big round ass, kneading those plush cheeks through the fabric. Pulling her closer to me, my mouth skimmed to the nape of her neck, devouring her lush tan neck and collarbone. “Ooooooooooooh,” muttered Sharon. “You love Mommy’s big ass, don’t you baby?”
“God, you have NO idea, Sharon.” I salaciously groaned before suckling her neck back into my mouth, angrily clawing at both ample globes as if nourishment for a famished man. Maybe in a way it was, or would be before the end of our romantic night together.
“God Chris,” Sharon exhaled. “No man has ever wanted my ass like you do.”
“I’m not just any man.” I replied, stepping back to gaze into her beautiful eyes.
“Oh my God.” Sharon whimpered. “You’re so amazing. God, you just…”
Sharon sighed before kissing me, chewing at my lips and practically gnawing at my tongue. Her hands tore through my hair, grasping my face as she wailed and groaned against my lips, muffled by our saliva and lifelong need.
“I can’t wait.” Sharon breathlessly uttered.
“Neither can I,” I replied, relishing her sweet lower lip in my mouth. “Let’s go.”
With just a nod, Sharon let me lead her out of the main ballroom to the waiting limo outside, where we both anxiously jumped in to carry through with our impassioned foreplay. Sharon rolled around, shoving me to my back as she straddled my swollen groin. With no delay, our mouths enmeshed once more as I fumbled about, trying to shut the damn car door while keeping our kiss intact. Finally successful, Sharon lifted her tight dress up past her golden thighs, giving my sweaty palms a delightful feel. With her precious ass high in the air, I tore off her panties as she snatched my cock, aiming it directly where it so rightfully belonged. Our actions were quick, but smooth and steady, as only the truest of lovers know. With one fluid motion, my burning cock was back inside Sharon, burrowing in as deeply as humanly possible, bound by my strong palms affixed to her honeyed ass.