She felt Adam press up behind her. He slid his hands around her, under her dress, around the front of her thighs. She didn’t turn around. How long would it take Adam to notice how wet she had become?
About 10 seconds.
That was too long, in her estimation, but this was Adam’s night, so she let it slide. And she let Adam’s fingers slide into her and she spread her legs just a bit.
His two fingers moved skillfully in and out of her pussy, and around her swollen clit. And then she felt the butt plug move. Adam had gripped it with his other hand, and began twisting it, gently moving it in and out.
Audrey moaned.
He pulled it out, and she heard him put it on the table. She felt a wave a disappointment.
But a moment later, something else slid up her ass, cool and narrow. Her lube shooter! Oh, Adam had prepared!
He pulled the trigger and released a wave of lube into her anus.
She took another drag off the cigarette, breathing gray smoke out into the New York sky.
Then she felt it. The head of Adam’s rock hard, lubed up cock rubbed up between her cheeks. With his two fingers still caressing her wet pussy, Adam began to push the head of his cock into her tight asshole.
Oh my god, it hurt. But she didn’t turn around. She just raised the cigarette to her lips again, and inhaled.
It always hurt at first, and it was ok.
She said nothing. And Adam didn’t ask. He just slid himself into her further. Inch by painful inch.
A minute later and several inches in, her pain suddenly changed to intense pleasure.
Another drag off the cigarette.
Adam was behind her, tuxedo still on. Audrey leaned out over the balcony, dress hitched up to her waist, three-inch stilettos raising her butt to the perfect height. They both knew there was a chance someone could see them. Neither one cared.
Adam had felt the change in her, from pain to pleasure. And so he let himself in–all the way in. He grabbed her waist with one hand and began thrusting slow and hard. With the other hand, he reached around and took the cigarette, inhaling deeply before handing it back to her.
There were so many sensations happening at once. The pain of losing the election, the thrill that someone could be watching, the energy of New York all around them, the hot smoke of their shared cigarette floating into the night sky. And of course, the intense pleasure of his cock filling up her ass.
As the cigarette burned out, Audrey dropped it to the ground and gripped the balcony railing with both hands. Adam’s thrusting was getting faster. Warm, and wet, and hard, and deep.
She could feel his muscles twitching, his breathing speed up. He gripped her hair with one hand, her shoulder with the other.
Faster, faster, faster. And then he exploded. She felt a wave of hot cum fill her ass. Then a second wave. Then a third wave. She loved that sensation, knowing it was Adam’s cum, just Adam, and his love for her, and her trust in him.
Adam folded over her back, completely spent, his cock still inside her. Then he leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Audrey, this was the best election night I could have hoped for.”