Don't Look

I was startled when I felt her hand close around mine, forcing me to cup her pussy, my finger still lodged inside her. Her hips moved in a seductive dance, trapping my confined cock against her ass. I slid my hand out of her skirt slowly and was rewarded by seeing her reach down. From my angle, I couldn't see what she was doing, but her moans were coming faster and I could feel her breathing get shallower.

My hand slid up her body and I put my finger between her lips. She ran her tongue across it for a moment, then greedily took it into her mouth. Then I slid down on my knees behind her and flipped up the back of her skirt.

She was rubbing several fingers against the top of her pussy in a rotating motion. I used both hands and rolled her panties down. When they reached the bottom of her hips, she grabbed them with her other hand, but I leaned forward and ran my tongue between the cheeks of her ass until I touched the spot just below her pussy. She made a much louder moan and relaxed her grip, allowing me to slide them the rest of the way down. When they reached her feet, she stepped out of them, spreading her legs wider and giving me a perfect view of her sex.

I slipped them into my pocket and grabbed her hips with both hands. "Now cum for me," I said, leaning forward until my lips were within an inch of her. She responded by moving her hand faster. I let my tongue graze across her outer lips, then slid it just inside her. Her whole body shook and I was afraid her legs were about to give out.

Her moans became louder and I thought she was close, so I stood back up and leaned close to her ear again. "Show me what a dirty slut you really are. Cum for me now, here where anyone can see you."

She started to cry out, then moved her hand to her mouth to muffle the sound. Her entire body shook and I had to steady her when I felt her knees buckle. I kissed the back of her neck and whispered to her encouragingly.

Worried that the moment might slip away, I kicked off my shoes, quickly pulled down my pants and grabbed a condom from my wallet. I didn't need any foreplay since I was already as hard as a rock, so slipped it on and slid my cock between her legs, brushing the top of the shaft against her pussy.

"Are you ready to fuck?" I asked, sliding my hips back and forth, relishing the heat emanating from her.

"Yes," she said breathlessly.

"Then put it inside you."

She reached down and took me in her hand, rubbing the shaft against her outer lips for a moment before sliding forward and lining the tip up against the opening of her pussy. I stood there, not moving, as she eased back against me, forcing my cock inside her. I couldn't believe how much the sensations were magnified because of the situation. It was unlike anything I had done before.

Even through the condom, I could feel how warm and wet she was, her pussy squeezing me so tightly it was difficult to control my arousal. I didn't move, letting her work me in at her own pace. When I was all the way inside her, I stopped her and held her for a second. Although I didn't want to break the magic of the moment, I desperately wanted to remember this feeling forever. She wasn't just beautiful, she was like something out of a dream, opening herself up to me completely.

Reluctantly, I let go, putting a gentle pressure on her shoulders so she would lean forward. I pulled back feeling her pussy grip me like it was afraid to let go, then pushed forward, in awe of the sensation of being inside her. I started moving faster, which triggered a new series of moans from her, slightly different from the ones before.

I looked across the alley, trying to distract myself from the sensations that threatened to overwhelm me and saw a car that had come to a stop below us. It was a convertible with the top down. There was a young man and a woman inside who looked to be barely old enough to get into the club. They were both staring up at us in shock, the man's hand stroking his girlfriend's thigh, inching toward her skirt.

"Do you see that," I said in a low voice. "I think we have an audience."

With a startled cry, she reached for her shirt.

"No," I said forcefully, restraining her arms and sliding fully inside her then stopping. "You're a slut. You want them to see you, just like you wanted everyone in the club to see you dance like that." I pulled the shirt off of her arms so that she was completely exposed and dropped it behind us. "Now tell me what you want them to see," I said, my hips moving again. I took her breasts in my hand and squeezed, never taking my eyes off the couple in the car.

"I want them to watch," she gasped. There was surprise in her voice that indicated she couldn't believe her own words.

"Not good enough," I said, thrusting harder. "Tell me."

"I want them to watch . . . to watch you fuck me," she cried. "To see me be a dirty slut. I want to cum for them."

The man in the car had his hand under the girls skirt and had pulled her top down, exposing her breasts. I had the feeling that if I could hold on long enough, we'd be getting a show of our own, but knew I was too close to cumming. Before I did though, I had to make sure my blonde angel came again. This was a once in a lifetime chance and I wanted it to be perfect.

Her breathing quickened and I could see her body shift every time my cock hit a sensitive spot inside her. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer and had to do something to make her cum first.

"Touch yourself," I said forcefully. "Do it so they can see what a dirty little whore you are. Show that girl what it's like to be a complete slut. You are the sexiest woman in this club and don't have anything to be ashamed of."

I saw her move a hand down between her legs, then she immediately started moaning louder.

"I'm doing it. I'm going to cum. You feel so good inside me, please fuck me harder."

Giving up on trying to hold out any longer, I began crashing into her as fast as I could. Her body lurched forward every time our hips met and her cries became loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.

"Ahh!" I bellowed, pushing into her one last time and wrapping my arms around her. My body shook as my orgasm hit me with a force I couldn't have anticipated. I held her body close as the waves of pleasure washed over me, then moments later I felt her orgasm start.

I've never felt anything like what happened to her. She screamed as it engulfed her, every inch of her body seemed to melt. Luckily my arm was already around her because her legs gave out and she almost fell to the catwalk. I awkwardly kept her on her feet as she continued to shudder, seeming to have several smaller orgasms after the first big one.

Looking down at the kids, I could clearly see the boy fingering his girlfriend, her eyes locked on us in awe. I smiled at the scene, wishing that we had more time. Although I would have given anything to stay with her, I knew that the spontaneity of the moment would soon fade, leaving us with the reality of what we had done. I made the decision to end it now, while everything was still perfect.

I leaned close to her again and said, "That was amazing. Whoever he was, he never understood you and didn't deserve you. Don't ever forget what you are capable of. You are the most exciting woman I've ever met."

She started to turn, but I stopped her gently with my hand against her cheek.

"Don't look. You did exactly what you wanted to do, prove to yourself you're more than he thought you were. There's nowhere to go from here. Give me a second to get back inside, then you can do whatever you want."

I reached down and quickly pulled my pants back up and stepped back into my shoes. Backing up toward the door, I took one last look at the incredible sight in front of me. I grabbed the handle, stepped inside quickly and shut the door behind me, the image of her still bent over the railing watching the kids in the car below burned into my mind forever.

The atmosphere of the club shocked me back into reality. It was loud, smoky and the lights flashed in an obscene display of technology. It was the antithesis of our encounter outside and made me wish I could go back. I quickly walked to the bathroom and straightened myself up. Once I had it together, I went back to my FOH mixer to wait for the headlining band.

Just as I sat down, I saw the door in back open and she stepped back into the club, looking around nervously. I'm not sure if she was worried about someone suspecting what happened or if she was trying to get an idea who her mystery lover was. I intentionally looked away to avoid suspicion.

As she walked toward the front of the club, I put my hand in my pocket and touched her panties, still wet with her juices. I smiled, but it was already accompanied by an empty feeling as I watched her exit the club and step out into the night, out of my life forever.

~~~~~

"Johnny, what the hell happened to you?" Curt exclaimed, concern clearly etched on his face.

It had been two weeks since the night I worked at the club. They hadn't been easy on me. Once the high of my encounter with the woman had ended, I was faced with a feeling of emptiness, almost like losing a lover. I told myself it was insane, how could I miss someone whose name I didn't even know. Somehow, it felt like more than sex to me and I had been sleepwalking through the last two weeks, barely alive.

"Johnny?" Curt repeated. I looked up and tried to smile.

"You know, same old shit," I answered, trying to sound nonchalant.

"The way I heard it, you should be in a lot better mood," he said with a wink.

"Oh shit, don't tell me you know about the alley," I said in embarrassment.

Curt smiled. "Don't you know by now that there are eyes everywhere in this place. You're becoming quite a legend around here, my friend."

"I'm not going to get in trouble over that, am I?" I asked, both embarrassed and concerned. I knew that getting laid wasn't why I was hired and all it took was to get on the bad side of one club manager for work to dry up quickly.

"Please," Curt laughed, "you're not going to get anything but pats on the back. So why don't you tell me why you look like your dog died?"

I grinned weakly, "You have such a way with words." I shrugged, "She was amazing, man. I can't get her out of my head."

"So call her."

I looked down, "I can't. I don't know her name." Curt's jaw dropped. "I know, sounds like every guy's fantasy, right? Well it isn't. I've never been with anyone like her. It's tearing me up."

Curt looked at me, clearly confused. "Why didn't you get her name or number?"

"Shit, I didn't even let her see my face. It seemed perfect. A nice little fantasy with the two of us out there. Once it ended, I realized she would turn around and see me. I couldn't stomach the thought that she would be disappointed."

"Disappointed?" he asked in shock. "What would make you think that?"

I shrugged, "You should have seen her Curt, she was gorgeous. She had a passion I've never seen in a woman. It was amazing. Look at me. I'm in my thirties, I'm average looking, barely making ends meet and the only thing exciting about me is the people I work with. She would have taken one look at me and it would have ruined her fantasy. I would have felt like total shit."

"Come on, you don't really believe that, do you?" he said. "You're a good guy. All the girls here love you to death. Shit, my wife thinks you're great. You should have given her a chance to decide for herself."

I thought for a second. "Maybe you're right; I just don't know. It doesn't make any difference. She's gone forever. Even if I saw her again, what do I do, walk up and say, 'Hey, I'm the guy who fucked you in the alley, want a date?' There's no way I'll ever get another chance."

He tried to cheer me up for a while, but there just wasn't anything he could say. I tried to lose myself in my work, not talking to anyone all night. Everyone noticed that I wasn't myself, but let me be. I wondered how many of the staff knew about the alley. It should have made me feel some sense of pride, but instead it just reminded me of how much I felt like I missed out on an amazing opportunity. Something that was once in a lifetime.

There were three bands that night, each playing short sets, so I was very busy. It was nice because it kept me from thinking about how depressed I felt.

I watched the crowd listlessly all night, some part of me hoping to see her, but a bigger part afraid I might. I had no idea what I could possibly say to her, so seeing her would only add to my torment.

Shaking my head at how pathetic I felt, I walked toward the back door. The band needed about fifteen minutes to pack their stuff before I could start breaking down and I didn't want to be around anyone. I stepped out the door and stood on the catwalk, running my hands over the railing where she had been leaning that night.

Closing my eyes, I thought about her. The way she moved, the feel of her body and the way everything she did affected me. I felt like I was drowning in the memory when I heard the door open behind me.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute," I said without turning around. Cursing myself for being too much of a coward to talk to her and knowing what it probably cost me, I lowered my head.

I was startled out of my reverie by a touch on my shoulder. "Give me a second," I snapped, trying to get myself together.

I pushed away from the railing and started to spin when a familiar voice said, "Sure," stopping me dead in my tracks.

My breath caught in my throat and my pulse quickened. I didn't know what to do next, afraid that it was my imagination playing a trick on me.

"Don't turn around," she said, her body touching mine while her hands wrapped around my chest. "It's more fun if you don't look." Her voice betrayed such amusement at my stunned reaction, I swear I could hear her smile.

"How . . . what . . ." I stammered, trying to ask a dozen questions at once.

"Shh," she whispered, her hands working their way down my chest until they reached my pants. "We have a mutual friend."

It hit me instantly. 'Son of a bitch . . . Curt', I thought, remembering her talking to him at the door the first time I saw her. 'That's how he knew what happened.'

I turned around and looked at her, struck by the fact that I still didn't know her name. She was every bit as beautiful as I remembered. Her eyes twinkled with excitement, showing none of the disappointment I had feared. I leaned forward and kissed her, savoring the taste of her lips for the first time. It was so exquisite; I wanted to stay locked in the embrace forever. She had other ideas, however and pushed me away.

I looked down and saw her undoing my belt, then slide a hand into my pants where she grabbed my prick. "We can talk later. Right now, just think about how the band could walk out the door at any second. We better hurry . . ."