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over the fabric of my shirt. A man
hadn’t touched me there in so long. I felt his hand leave my breasts and then move
downwards. As he reached my belt, the cab stopped, and we had arrived at his
apartment.
    As
if we were running for our lives, we bolted up the steps to the second floor
where his apartment was. He led the way, holding my right hand, and I struggled
to keep up with him, which was a challenge in heels.
    He
fumbled with the keys, but finally managed to get the door unlocked. He
practically threw me inside, and he then entered, slamming the door with his
foot. When he had pushed me inside, my back hit the wall, and now that he was
inside, he pushed up against me.
    Our
mouths met, only this time it was more animalistic than it had been on the
dance floor. His mouth and tongue searched mine, probing around, caressing the
inside of my mouth. I didn’t know if it was my imagination, but there seemed to
be a degree of calculation with his tongue’s movements, like a rehearsed dance
that he had practiced every day of his life.
    His
hands were busy the entire time. My shirt was unbuttoned and open, but I didn’t
remember him undoing any buttons. He flipped my shirt back, revealing my bra.
His other hand slid around my back and found the clasp that held it closed, and
with a flick of his fingers, it was unclasped, exposing my breasts.
    Any
other time, I would have been embarrassed, but he made me feel beautiful, like
the most wanted woman in the world. His left hand cupped my breast and his
thumb and pointer finger put pressure on the center. The entire time, his mouth
never left mine.
    He
pulled my shirt and bra away from my body and threw them on the floor. He
pulled his face back from mine and lowered himself slightly. He slid his hand back
and took my breast in his mouth. The sensation was incredible. Frank had never
touched me like this before. Our sex was always so plain and vanilla.
    As
he fumbled with the buckle of my belt, I realized that I should be doing the
same thing to him or we would be unequally clothed soon.
    I
reached out and grabbed the buckle of his pants. His was simpler, so I could
just pull it right back. The button and zipper of his jeans were just as easy.
When I had them completely undone, I reached around his waist and thrust my
hands into the back of his pants. I gripped his butt, feeling the tight muscles
clenching, firming beneath my fingers. I squeezed playfully and relaxed,
allowing the flesh to soften.
    I
thrust my hands downwards, and in one fell swoop, I had removed both his pants
and his underwear.
    He
stopped what he was doing and looked down. He stared at me, then chuckled as he
reached down and grabbed my skirt and panties, and slid them down my legs.
    There
we were, standing naked in front of each other, staring at one another, taking
in the sight. Even though the hallway was dark, I could still see the monstrous
protrusion that stuck up past his waist as if making its way towards me. He was
large, and as I stared at it, I became scared for the first time.
    He
grinned at me with a mouth that looked hungry. As he stooped down, he threw
both arms under me, lifting me off the ground. I wrapped both legs around his
waist as he pulled me close to him, kissing my mouth again.
    I
was too preoccupied to wonder where he was taking me. I presumed to the
bedroom, but I was more concerned with the sensation of his manhood prodding at
me from underneath. I could feel it pressing against me as he walked, as if it
were a battering ram beating at my gates. The voracious part of me wanted to
push myself down onto it, taking it in, but I stopped myself, allowing him to
maintain control.
    I
felt myself falling and I landed squarely onto the mattress. His room was dark,
but the glow of the moon shown through the curtains. He buried his face in my
breasts once again, but this time, he continued downwards, towards the part of
me that had been untouched for so long.
    I
looked down and saw the